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endlessnightlock · 3 months

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I began a story for the This Would Have Happened Anyway Challenge but didn't get it done in time to submit it. So I wrote a little more, and maybe you would call this a drabble? I don't know. I'm posting it here because it's a drop of water in my personal writing desert.

In Panem, canon-divergent. Everlark married instead of Quarter Quell Reaping.

"Are you coming downstairs soon?"

Katniss is standing outside our bedroom door, watching me, her hand pressed to the frame, half in, half out. I was startled at her voice, unaware of her presence, and she smiled at the reaction. We've only been married and living together for a few weeks, and it's reassuring she knows me so well. It makes me feel better about our situation.

I wasn't startled because it was Katniss there, catching me off guard—it was a knee-jerk reaction. I tend to get lost inside my head and zone out, and after years of Mother's insults (are you stupid? Why didn't you answer me?) slung my way like daggers, defense is my natural response.

Licking her lips, she shrugs. "Your brother is here."

Ah. Now I know precisely why Katniss sought me out. At the ridiculous wedding reception thrown for us by President Snow, Rye pulled me aside to tell me he was planning to come by once we had a few days to settle in. Bring over some of my things from the bakery and a few things our parents want me to have now that I am a married man. Or a forcibly wed, frightened seventeen-year-old. You know, whichever way you choose to look at it. I digress. Katniss and I didn't choose this route. But I love her; she cares for me, and we're keeping our families safe.

Back to Rye. He and I discussed it moments before our families left to catch the train back to Twelve—because even a victor's relations are limited on time they're allowed outside the District. This conversation was weeks ago, and I forgot about it. The memory lapse isn't like me, but I think it can be forgiven, considering how difficult it is to breathe under President Snow's intense scrutiny. I don't know how we'll spend the rest of our lives under his thumb. Who knows. Maybe we won't live long enough to find out.

"Oh. Okay," I say. My eyes flit from Katniss's profile to the sketchbook in my lap. I feel like I need to collect my thoughts before seeing my brother. "Would you tell him I'll be down in a few minutes?" I venture. It's more a question than an answer.

She frowns. That's her answer: a firm no, Peeta. I won't hang out alone with your brother while you keep drawing. "Do you want me to send him up?" she suggests—more of a threat than a question.

"No, just give me a minute," I say, carefully closing up and laying my sketchbook on the side table before sliding off the mattress. I don't want to be cornered by my brother in our bedroom. Rye's itching to badger me with questions I sure as hell don't have any answers to.

She groans, and I laugh under my breath. If we were close enough, she'd pinch my side or smack my arm for finding humor in her misery. My family is standoffish with Katniss, and her response is in kind. "I'll wait for you," she says.

Of course, she will. I'm like a security blanket for her.

"Well, don't just stand there gawking at me from the doorway," I say, bending over and grabbing yesterday's pants off the floor. I should have been up and around hours ago, but last night was horrible, and it took forever to fall asleep.

"Fine," she says, stepping inside the room and pulling the door mostly shut behind her, keeping her eyes averted until I buckle my pants over my undershorts and put on a clean shirt. I raise my eyebrows in amusement.

We're still dancing around each other. Not used to these close quarters. Sharing the same bedroom, sleeping in the same bed. Dressing in front of each other. Maybe I should make an effort to cover up more. I don't know. Being in my underclothes doesn't bother her when we go to bed. We curl around each other, seeking solace in each other's arms, keeping the darkness at bay. It's not the blackness of the night but rather those dark thoughts invading our minds like wind in the trees. Unpredictable, tangible.

"You don't have to look away. I don't mind if you see me," I remind her.

"Yeah, yeah. We've had this conversation before."

That makes me smile.

"Are you going to yammer on or go into the bathroom and brush your teeth?"

Playfully, I cup my hands in front of my mouth and blow air into them. "Hmmm. Maybe I should leave them be. My morning breath might be enough to keep Rye from showing up here unannounced."

Katniss rolls her eyes. "I doubt that. Boys are gross."

She's not wrong. I've smelled much worse than Rye's bad breath living at home with my family. When we were still in wrestling, he'd pin me to the floor, squat over my head, and fart in my face. I shudder at the memory.

"What?" she asks.

I wave her question off. "Believe me. You don't want to know. You could go ahead and head downstairs—I'll only be a minute, I promise."

"Uh, no. I'll wait for you."

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putschki1969 · 2 months

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2024/02/27 Blog post by Wakana 気温差に振り回される毎日〜閏年のおかげで締切が１日増えてます〜

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Constantly At The Mercy Of Temperature Changes〜Deadline Extended Thanks To The Leap Year〜

Lately, there have been extremely hot days, and then all of a sudden, the temperatures are dropping again so I often find myself being dressed inappropriately when I go out. Yesterday for example, I was wearing clothes that weren't suitable for the weather😇Flimsy pants made of thin material without tights underneath and just a thin, short down jacket😂My legs were freezing😂 Why did I choose a short jacket? I kept blaming myself all day as I was struggling not to be blown away by the strong wind😇 Well, I somehow survived yesterday, so today I made sure not to make the same mistake again. I wore a thick long wool coat, tights underneath my pants and a huge muffler wrapped around my neck. Best choice, it was perfect ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ I didn't feel the cold at all! ! I was so happy that I ate yakiniku for lunch all by myself at my favourite small restaurant. (I should have taken some pictures😅)

Anyway, today it was even colder than yesterday in Tokyo, also, it was extremely windy😱 There were a lot of things lying on the main street that had been blown around by the wind... I wondered what it was. When I looked closely, I noticed that it was garbage bags which had been blown around😱There was even one garbage bag lying around in the middle of the road 💦 The wind is way stronger than expected...

Hello, this is Wakana (0￣▽￣0)／

Are you also worried about what to wear this spring season? ? It's really difficult 😓

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Speaking of which!!. . . . Everyone 😊 I think you all know what I am about to say😊

The next talk theme is "Graduation Memories"♡ Certainly you would have some memories, right? ♡ I am sure you just forgot to send your messages, right? ♡ Once again, I have barely received any submissions! 🤣🤣Please everyone, do your best ! 😂 Think of something! *laughs* Be sure to submit your stories! ! 😂 I'm eagerly awaiting all of your messages😂

On a more or less related side-note, I've recently been thinking a lot about wanting to "graduate"! ! The truth is, I want to graduate from my super unhealthy habit of using my smartphone before sleeping🥺📱It's really bad for me 😭 In my case, it's not a matter of my sleep becoming too light, but rather that I fall asleep later and later.😭 After getting ready and heading into bed, it's best to turn off the lights and focus on falling asleep. That way I can get in a lot more hours of sleep! I am aware of all of that but still...it's tough... So that's why I would really like to move past this bad habit! ! 🥺💐

Anyway, please send me all of your stories related to graduation! ! ＼＼\\٩( 'ω' )و //／／ The deadline is the 29th since this is a leap year!

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fuck-customers · 10 months

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Have any of you guys had a manager/coworker that you were honestly fine with, but everyone else hated and you can't figure out why?

So I've been through 3 store managers in my time working at my current company and the first 2 were HELL CUNTS, just absolutely horrible. And the current manager is fine. Tolerable at worst, nice at best.

A small summary of SM #1:

-screamed at me in front of an entire store of coworkers and customers and physically pushed me out of his way when he wanted to use the store computer, but I was using it first

-would schedule me for recovery/go-backs and would lecture me for not being able to finish them all in my 4 hour shift and blame me personally to the rest of the store. Was later told by a coworker that she would see him go around the store and grab random items off the shelves and throw them in a cart to create another "go-backs cart"

-would assign me one task and then take me off task A to do task B and then take me off task B to do task C, etc etc etc and I was never able to finish anything and then would throw me under the bus to other managers and claimed I didn't do any work

-would ask me to come in for a shift on my day off and when I showed up to the store to clock in, he would ask why I was at the store and either pretend like he didn't call me in or pretend like he "forgot" to tell me that he already got coverage

-just generally would talk down to me and belittle me as if I were a small child or an animal

-there's probably more, but I probably blocked it out so I could continue going to work without going on a rampage

SM #2:

-was only there for a little over a year, but fired/forced all my coworker friends to quit

-would gaslight me about anything and everything; store policies, things she said, things other managers said, etc.

-also would assign multiple tasks at the same time and refuse to let me complete one

-hired new people left and right and then refused to train them so the new employees didn't know how to do anything and made more work for everyone else

-waited until after 5:00 on Saturday, the last day of the work week to post the schedule for the next week and then revised it multiple times throughout the week each week so no one ever knew when they were working

-regularly changed my schedule to cut my hours and then would attempt to call me in throughout the week + would cut a shift and then try to get me to come in for a different shift on the same day after revising the schedule to give me that day off

-scheduled people, but mostly me, 3 hour shifts so she wouldn't legally have to give them a paid break

-most importantly, fabricated a fake story to attempt to get me fired for a fake EEOC complaint, which would've effectively ruined my entire future

The current SM:

-is a little bit ditzy/spacey

-is wound a little tight/is a little bit neurotic

-???

-That's about it?? Almost every employee hates her and I cannot figure out why. I suspect that the previous SM (SM #2) is somehow involved, since every current employee other than me and 2 other people (who also don't mind her) was hired by SM #2. None of them have given me any reasons that make any sense. She was a little bit snippy with them? Ok? She didn't yell at them in front of customers or call them names or swear at them. They claimed that she made the store messy/disorganized, when she had only been here less than a week and the previous SM #2 didn't do any recovery or cleaning of the store for a year. One of the complaints I heard literally imo translated to "she asked me to do my job" Like, I also don't like to do my job, but that's what a manager is supposed to do. Tell you to do your job. One of my leads and a small group of employees have banded together and decided they wanted to report her to HR and get her fired. Because of the above mentioned "incidents" (I don't think they actually submitted the report though. Or if they did, HR looked at it and laughed and threw it away)

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teaberrii · 1 year

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Chapter Nine: The President’s Judgement

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

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Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“A recording?” you ask.

"She'll never admit she's doing anything wrong. So the best way is to lure it out of her," Cyno says. "This can also count as evidence we can submit to the school authorities."

You anxiously look at your phone and nervously bite your bottom lip. He can see the gears turning in your head.

“Will that be enough?”

That's a good question. Perhaps this is only the first step, but it's still better than nothing. "I wish I could say yes," Cyno says. "But, they might ask for more."

A pause.

“If you aren’t comfortable, we don’t—”

"It's not that," you say. It's when you slowly pull back your hand that Cyno realizes he is still holding it. "I know why she's doing this." You sigh softly. "It's because of what happened with Jebrael."

You must be talking about the murder case. But how does she know about that? Cyno may not show it, but he’s starting to get anxious. This is bigger than he initially thought.

“... He supposedly killed someone,” Cyno says quietly. “Is that right?”

“How… how in the world did you know that?”

“Alhaitham’s friend… he apparently defended him in court.”

“What a small world,” you mutter.

“How does she know about Jebrael?”

Perhaps you're not comfortable enough to tell him. That's the only reason Cyno has for your prolonged silence until...

"The man who died that night was a policeman," you say. "... She was his daughter." Well, that's not what Cyno's expecting. But then again, he doesn't know what to expect at this point. "But, even if I can use the recording to report her, will anyone do anything?"

“Alhaitham will.”

“It’s not that I don’t trust him. But… realistically, how much influence does he have on something like this?”

“It’s better than not trying at all.” Cyno looks at your phone and back at you. “She’s not going to stop.”

“... Yeah, you’re right.” Then, in a light tone, you say, “We also can’t have her ruining the prez’s reputation after all.”

“You shouldn’t worry about me.”

"If you get impeached or something, I'll have to come up with a new nickname for you."

Cyno rolls his eyes. “Ah, yes, that’s the worst of our worries.”

From the look on your face, Cyno thinks you’re about to retort with an equally sarcastic remark when your phone suddenly rings. Upon seeing the name on the screen, you and Cyno glance at each other, and then you answer it.

“... What do you want?” you ask.

"Surprised?" Cyno hears your friend ask. "You're making it easy for me at this point."

“What you’re doing is bullying.”

“This is nothing compared to what your family did.”

You anxiously fiddle with the pen in your hand. "Then tell me," you say. "Why did your father take an innocent woman hostage? Just because of her ties to Jebrael? That's a weak excuse if you ask me."

“My father was protecting the public.”

“From what?” you challenge.

“She married a criminal. That makes her one herself.”

You roll your eyes. “So, what crime did she commit?”

“... Jebrael still killed him.”

“Answer me this,” you say. “You’ve been tormenting me not because I did anything to you but because you want your revenge on my family over something that started with your father. Is that right? If that’s the case, then I stand by what I said. What you’re doing is bullying, and I can report you to the school authorities.”

"Who's going to believe you?" Cyno hears her scoff. "Oh, wait. I forgot you have Cyno on your side now. I guess he can vouch for you even though he has no idea who you really are."

You and Cyno glance at each other, and he nods. “So, it’s true then. It’s all about my family. None of this bullshit has anything to do with me specifically.”

“Your point?”

“My point is that you’re really just making it easy for me at this point,” you say. Then, you end the call… and the recording you started before you answered it. You put your phone on the table, and before silence can settle in, you glance at him. “... You’re not going to ask?”

“About Jebrael?” he asks, and you nod. “It’s not my business to probe.”

"I'm just surprised," you say. "You knew about Jebrael all this time… and yet… you're still here."

Cyno also finds it difficult to believe. Any logical person would have ran and stayed away. But when he thinks about it, everything he has done with you hasn't exactly been logical. It throws him off but also strangely excites him. It's the best way to describe his time with you. It's exciting. Thrilling. You're like an adrenaline rush that he can't get enough of.

“Was that why you were nervous before?” he asks. “You didn’t want the conversation to be recorded because of what people will think about Jebrael.”

"He isn't a killer. I don't want anyone to label him like that," you say quietly. "And… I didn't know what you would think. I didn't know if you would suddenly change your mind and…."

"I'm offended you have that little faith in me, Catnip."

“I didn't know you already knew about it!”

“Even if I didn’t, that shouldn’t sway you that easily,” Cyno says. "You're the one who knows him best. You're the one who knows what happened. I'm not saying you don't, but you should trust yourself more."

You cross your arms. "Of course I do! It's just..." You sigh. "I cared because it was you. How would you feel if the only person who's been with you for this long suddenly turned on you?"

Cyno smiles slightly. "That's why I'm offended you would have such little faith in me. Do I really seem like the type of person who believes a random nobody over a friend?"

“I… guess not,” you say, turning away.

Cyno puts his hand on your head as he looks at your phone. “Let’s take that to Alhaitham first.”

You and Cyno arrive at Alhaitham’s dorm, and the man lets both of you inside. It doesn’t take long for Cyno to explain the situation.

After Alhaitham listens to the recording, he looks at you and Cyno. “This is something I can raise to the board,” Alhaitham says. “But I will need more evidence than just this call.”

“... That’s going to be difficult,” you say, looking down. “I don’t really have hard evidence… unless someone is willing to speak up or..."

"Or?"

You look at Alhaitham. "Will this count as evidence? Evidence that Jebrael and I didn't do anything wrong."

It sounded like something out of a fairytale: an ordinary city woman saved by a mysterious, tall, dark and handsome man with a "shady" background. But it happened. That one encounter changed their lives forever. After years of keeping their relationship secret, Jebrael popped the question along with the news she was pregnant. But unfortunately, their marital bliss was cut short when the family got a frightening call one night.

"Is this guy stupid?" Rahman asked after the call ended. "Let's trace him and kick his ass." He sighed loudly in frustration. “Do you think he’s acting alone?”

“He’s a policeman,” your grandmother said. “A policeman with twisted morals. No one would be foolish enough to act this way.” Then, she stood. “I trust that all of us will act according to plan.” Before leaving the room, she turned to you. “Stay home, child.”

“But—”

Rahman ruffled your hair. “You’re too young to do anything, kid. Just stay home. We’ll be back soon.”

Well, you weren’t the type to listen.

It was nearly dark when you arrived at the abandoned warehouse. You had no idea where everyone was until you heard a single gunshot that almost made you jump. You immediately ran in the direction of where it came from, and you stopped just as you saw Jebrael, the policeman, and Jebrael's wife.

The woman was bound to a chair. Maybe it was from the struggle, but blood was around her ankles. The policeman stood in front of her, his gun pointed at Jebrael, who also pointed one in his direction.

You saw blood ooze from Jebrael’s cheek as the policeman said, “That was a warning.”

"Drop it, you son of a bitch."

You saw Rahman come out from behind the policeman with a gun raised.

“I thought I told you to come alone,” the policeman spat. Before he fired a shot at the woman, Jebrael had shot him in the shoulder.

You thought it would end as the policeman dropped to his knees. Rahman and Jebrael had lowered their guns, but that was their first mistake. The injured man suddenly turned and fired a shot at Jebrael. By now, Rahman had freed the wounded woman whose face went pale when she saw her husband land with a thud on the floor.

Rahman was about to shoot the policeman when a cane came flying and knocked the gun out of the injured man's hand. Before the policeman could grab his gun, your grandmother had appeared out of the shadows and stepped on his back, forcing him down.

“Jebrael,” you heard someone cry.

You couldn't stand it anymore. You ran toward Jebrael, ripped a piece of your clothing, and put it over his wound. That was when you noticed the deep, bloodied marks on the woman's wrists. Rahman replaced your hands to prevent Jebrael from losing more blood, and you immediately called an ambulance. Unfortunately, you were so busy tending to Jebrael that you didn't notice his wife pick up the dropped gun.

“H-hey, what are you doing?" You saw Jebrael's wife pointing the gun at the policeman. "Put it down, woman," Rahman warned.

He moved to stop her, but it was too late.

The final gunshot drowned out everyone’s cry of protest.

"... It does sound like a revenge story," Alhaitham says. "Though... why would she blame Jebrael when his wife killed him?"

Cyno's also curious. Perhaps Jebrael took the blame to protect his wife. That will explain any rumours of forged or fabricated evidence. But what happened to his wife? Where is she now? Cyno glances at you. There's still more to this story that you're not sharing, but it's diving deeper into personal territory.

"I hope this situation is just a huge misunderstanding. Let's talk with her first," Alhaitham says, referring to your friend. "At least we'll have a sound argument if she doesn't cooperate."

“... Good idea.”

“But, I have to ask… why were you in Cyno’s room?”

You and Cyno look at each other. “She came to grab something,” Cyno says, turning to Alhaitham.

Alhaitham looks from his cousin to you. If he’s suspicious, he doesn’t question further. Instead, he says with a small smile, “Be careful next time.”

When you and Cyno leave Alhaitham's room, it's already past curfew. But both of you could care less. As you and Cyno walk in the same direction, he asks, "Do you feel better?"

“Enough to get some sleep tonight, I suppose.” You and Cyno stop at a fork in the hallway. “Thanks for today, prez.”

Cyno gently pats your head. “Get some rest, Catnip.”

You cross your arms. “Though, I have to say... you’re one in a million.”

“Should I take that as a compliment?”

“I would just be careful if I were you,” you say. “Who knows what kind of trouble you’ll be getting yourself into next?”

“Trouble, you say?”

You frown. “Yeah. You know what I’m talking about! Don’t play dumb, prez.”

"But this trouble isn't so bad, don't you think?" He leans closer to you. "It's just my type."

A faint red blossom on your cheeks and Cyno almost chuckle when you look away and mutter, "You're weird."

Cyno can’t argue with that… but it’s only around you that he thinks he’s a little different than usual.

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Cyno can't sleep that night. He's tried almost everything. Warm milk. Warm water. Trips to the bathroom. Counting sheep… and even counting cats. The last one only made him even more awake. Finally, Cyno gets up and reaches for his phone. Only three more hours to go. He thinks about texting you. Are you also awake? He hopes not. After what's been going on, he hopes you're getting a good night's sleep. But then…

Catnip: Are you awake, prez?

So, you are awake.

Miss me already, Catnip?

Cyno turns on his lamp just as his phone dings with a message.

Catnip: Ha. Ha. Very funny.

Should he ask why you're awake? You must be texting him for a reason, and Cyno likes to think it's because you want to talk to him. Five minutes pass, and his phone remain silent. Did you fall asleep?

Catnip: When this is over… let’s go out to eat. My way of saying thanks.

Is this… a date? Are you really asking him on a date? Cyno isn't sure why he's so surprised. Perhaps it never occurred to him that you would be the one to ask. He thought you'd push him away when this is over. His "promise" to your grandmother to protect you technically only lasts until after he deals with whoever's been messing with you.

I’ll take you… But promise you won’t push me away.

It isn't until after Cyno sends his message that he regrets it. Oh, God. Is that too cheesy? Will you laugh at him? Something is telling him that you will. He's about to take back the message when he sees that horrifying Read underneath the chat bubble.

Five minutes pass.

Thirty minutes pass.

An hour goes by.

He isn’t expecting the silence to hurt so much.

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The following day, Cyno walks into the canteen and sees Candace and Tighnari sitting across from each other having breakfast. But he instantly notices that you aren't around. He looks at his watch as he waits in line for his food. Breakfast will be over soon.

When Cyno joins his friends at the table, Candace says, "You're up a little later than usual."

“You even slept past your alarm,” Tighnari chimes in.

Cyno breaks his bread roll in half. "... Couldn't sleep yesterday."

Tighnari and Candace glance at each other. "Is it about Catnip?"

“Why do you ask?” Cyno asks Candace.

Tighnari smiles slightly. “It’s pretty obvious you like her.”

Candace laughs as she points her spoon at him. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen you turn red, Cyno.”

“... She’s okay,” Cyno says quietly.

“Well, did you know she disappeared this morning?”

Cyno almost drops his fork. “What?”

"I woke up this morning, and she was gone," Candace says. "I thought she already left, but"—she looks around—"it doesn't look like she's here either." Candace looks back at him. "Do you know where she went?"

“How… how am I supposed to know?” Cyno asks, looking down at his food.

Tighnari puts his elbow. “But you’re worried.” Cyno gives him a deadpan look, and his friend smiles. “It’s written all over your face.”

“I—”

“Okay, okay,” Candace says. “No more teasing! But, as your best friends, you're free to come to us for any girl advice. Services are free of charge."

Tighnari laughs. "Oh, I don't know... I mean, I might charge a dime or two." Cyno stands and walks away with his tray when he hears Tighnari say, “You barely touched your food!”

By the time class starts, you still haven't shown up. You also haven't answered his text from yesterday. What's going on? What bothers him more is that your friend is also missing. During a quick break, Cyno walks up to Alhaitham, hoping his cousin will have some answers.

“I was going to ask you the same thing,” Alhaitham says. “I haven’t seen either of them this morning.”

Great.

Suddenly, the door opens, and Kaveh walks in. He gestures for Alhaitham to follow him. What is this bad feeling?

“Did something happen?” Tighnari asks, walking up to Cyno.

“I hope not,” Cyno says quietly.

“Maybe it’s about Catnip,” Candace says.

The men turn around and see Candace staring at the closed door as she walks up to her friends. "Why do you say that?" Tighnari asks.

Candace nods toward two other students who are chatting with each other. "They said they saw her and a girl on the beach early in the morning."

“And?” Cyno asks.

“That’s it. No one saw them after that.”

“... You didn’t have to put it that way, Candace,” Tighnari says. "Sounds like something out of a True Crime documentary." None of this is helping. Cyno just wants to hear from you. “Where are you going?”

Cyno looks over his shoulder. “Washroom.”

And then he’s gone.

As he walks down the empty hallway, he hears something rattling. When it comes again, he looks around the corner and sees a small white cat standing in front of Candace's dorm room. In its mouth is a familiar key card that all students have.

It can’t be.

Cyno slowly walks closer and sees the cat's ears twitch at the sound of his footsteps. Then, the feline turns to him, and it only takes him a second to realize.

"... Catnip?"

Chapter Ten

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boymage666 · 1 year

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I survived the

WIZARD RACE

Anyways I'm gonna talk about it now. no readmore because mobile tumblr is dumblr, sorry.

So, only slightly relevant to anything, but I did the entirety of the game during the school day. Started around 11:30, but I didn't find my first charm until about 12:45 (I had to go to an assembly then eat lunch)

Finding the charms was a pretty fun challenge, the only one I didn't get on my own was the heart (thanks for that one @wizardgoblin )

had to take another break after submitting the charms because I had to get back to school, by that time 3 people were already done. No big deal to me, all I wanted was top 13. So I do my work for that class and open Tumblr again to start phase 2.

This is a good point to say I love codes and cyphers, so I was very excited at the idea of the next part, only to metaphorically fall on my ass because I forgot that the actual question was on the main post about the game. Once I found that again I copied it onto a sheet of paper so I could write out the sounds as I figured them out. And so the teacher of my next class wouldn't flay and crucify and sous ve me for using my phone, but more so i could write my thoughts.

This bastard. (affectionate)

That symbol right there caused me the most trouble of everything, I thought for a moment I was going mad because I couldn't find anything like it in the sample text. But you know what? I think it's better that way. Made me think harder. I was kinda skipping around on words while translating, going for the easy words first then the words that I felt would be important. Decided I would hold off on this word and skipped back to the line above it to solve the big word up there. Catchphrase. And the last word was "Weekly". I realized then that this had to be "Wizard".

I'm glad that the "z" sound wasn't in the passage, it made me think harder about the puzzle, and that was fun in hindsight.

(please ignore the blatantly mistranslated word on the second row.)

Unfortunately I don't have timestamps for exactly when i entered the maze, but it was probably around 3:40, as I remember realizing school was about to be over, which meant I'd have to drive home before finishing if I didn't get through fast.

MAZE SPOILERS AHEAD. DO NOT READ IF YOU DON'T WANT TO HAVE IT RUINED FOR YOU. DO READ IF YOU'RE STUCK AND WANT TO PLACE. IM NOT YOU MOM.

On the first page of the maze there were three options to choose where to go. I translated the first option, If I recall correctly it was scoundrel. Did not want to deal with that, the second option I couldn't translate immediately, so I skipped to the third option. Merchant. Sounds safe enough, I should go there.

So I did.

Reading the options, and knowing I was at a merchant, I decided to barter, and got an item. Cool. Sick even. So I move on.

[something] [STRENGTH] [STEALTH]

Decided to go stealth, and remembering how the merchant went, I choose the stealth option. Made it out with a cool gem. Encountered the dragon. Decided I didn't want to give up the candle and tried using the gem. Back to the start. Same path with the merchant, chose the option i didn't translate for the monster, and decided to try and charm it. Sandwich aquired. Not a good offering, back to the start. Merchant and gem? Close but no. Finally, I decided to try and fight the monster. It worked, and the item visually matched what I got from the merchant much more that the other items, sure enough, it was a good enough offering, and I got to move on.

Last part of the maze. 14 options, one was correct, spotted it immediately. Escaped at 3:57 pm ctz, day one of the race.

Honestly, I thought the game was fun! The maze was slightly easier than the cypher, for better or for worse, but that also could have been on me by refusing to try the other routes at the start of the maze. I can't wait to see what future events have waiting for us! Thanks for hosting this @wizardweekly

#wizard #wizardposting #wizard race #wizard weekly #longpost

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cornerstoreclown · 1 year

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The uncertainty is half the fun with Art, is he gonna gently tuck your hair behind your ear or scalp you? Who knows!

Omg I can’t even imagine doing accounting, It sounds so stressful I’m so bad at math I fear id commit a felony on accident lol

That little Drabble was so nice o too want Art to destroy my foes 😌 also as soon as I think of one I’m gonna send a prompt i def can’t pass up a prompt opportunity ❤️-⭐️

Oh I almost forgot congratulations on your job opportunity!!!! I hope you can get by the rest of this semester smoothly, and best of luck on all the end of semester things you have to do!! -⭐️

I am dyslexic a little LOL. It’s kind of fun once you know what you’re doing! Filling out T-accounts are kind of addicting. You have to match its positive with its negative on a larger puzzle piece in which all positives have to equal the same amount of negatives. I enjoy the mental stimulation. It makes my autism/ADHD brain go brrrrrrr. Knowledge makes me happy.

THANK YOU SO MUCH! Fortunately my new occupation allows me to still have work/life balance so I’ll still be able to keep writing even after I get onboarded.

AND I GOT YOUR PROMPT!!! YAAAAY! I saw a couple other emoji anons I recognized in my inbox and so I was WAITING to see you! I think I will take down the solicitations post on Christmas, so people will have until Christmas morning EST to submit whatever they want. If you or anyone else wants to submit more than one prompt/idea, you’re more than welcome to fill it up till then. I plan to chip away at them whenever I get in a certain mood.

#Thank you as ALWAYS for stopping in star anon <333 #⭐️ anon #cornerstore asks

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antimony-medusa · 8 months

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how would one hypothetically sign up for fic in a box?

Okay so there is a post from the people running the blog with all the detail and rules here.

The short version (I’m assuming you have done exchanges before, if you need a more detailed explanation about exchanges shoot me another message), is you sign up on Ao3 using the my sign up button in the left hand side, picking the relationships you want to offer and request from the tag set, and listing all the mediums from the tag set that you’re okay with. You will only match on the relationships, but the mediums (in-universe rpf, typography, fan art, so much more) gives your gifter options.

So in the sign up you list your DNWs in the sign up, the relationships you want to match on and the mediums you’re interested in, and then either on Ao3 or in a linked letter (on google docs or something) you list prompts for your gifter to jump off of and things you like. There is a very useful spreadsheet here that lets you select mediums with tick-boxes and makes a comma-separated list that you can just copy-paste into the “additional tags” section of your sign-up. And then you’re set! You hit submit, and any time up until the end of the sign up period you can go in and edit if you forgot anything.

And then if you want to do swaps, during the sign-up period you keep an eye on everybody who’s signing up in the app, and sort of go shopping among the requests for something you want to do, and then the day after assignments come out you have one day to go to the swaps page on the event blog (not yet posted) and fill out a swaps request like “I want 3k of my original assignment, and 4K of username5, and 3k of username27”, and wait for the mods to get back to you. (Swaps are optional, you can just stick with your original assignment if you want to do 10k.)

I’m in a car right now so I hope that’s a good explanation, let me know if you want a better one!

#ask #anon

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rezdragon · 9 months

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Hm, how about a project update (August 4, 2023)

The Disaster Archives Since I finally finished Normal, now I can invest all of my TDA time into Everyday, which is TDA’s next story. I’m still working on Rez’s route, but TDA is currently taking a backseat while I focus on other projects, which I’ll talk about below. You could definitely say that it’s currently in the pre-production phase and I’m going to be spending way more time in pre-production this time. Zero promises when it will be out. I want to say 2024, but even that I feel isn’t totally accurate. It depends on a lot of factors as to when I will finish it.

Behind the Scenes Video for Normal I took a break from working on anything for almost two weeks and then started making an album instead (more on that below). In the middle of that, I thought “Oh, I better work on the behind the scenes video.” because I nearly forgot about it (depression). I’ve gotten about 7 minutes into it so far, I’m starting to run out of behind the scenes footage heh.

New Album - State of Agony A new album has been rumbling inside of me since early July and I’m finally getting it out, this is what I’m working on currently. It’s called State of Agony, but I’m taking my time working on it. I probably won’t release it until September. I’m trying to make real sounding music on it, but hey, dark ambience stuff slipped in there anyways. I promise, I’m actually trying really hard to NOT make this an overly long monster like AloneSea was. There’s one track that I finished this week that I think I’m gonna share after I make this post (at least here on tumblr, elsewhere will have to wait).

Fine Art Shows YES! This is what I’ve been working on since literally May of this year, but your creature Rez is working on showing in Fine Art shows! I’ve entered into a show in Spokane, Washington called Terrain. I’ve been waiting for an acceptance letter which is suppose to come next week! If I get into Terrain, I’ll be busy with getting that set up and ready to go. I’ve got a table that I have to destroy. It’ll uh... it’ll make sense when I finish the piece, you’ll see, I’ll post about it. I’m also working on getting into another gallery in Spokane with an art group I’m in. If you’re wondering what medium it is, it’s SOUND! I’m known as the sound artist of the group!

Ghost Stories of North Idaho I want to come back to this project, would love to get it out in time for Halloween. I think I needed some space away from the stories before I give them a second look over. I know I keep threatening to work on this, but I think I will legit come back to this once I finish tinkering with my album.

Short Film Writing has stalled pretty badly on this, and I’m getting tempted to start over because I’m having a lot of trouble writing the conclusion. I really wanted this out in time for Terrain, but I just could not get the writing to work with me, and I didn’t want to submit sloppy work. There’s always next year, but I was a little disappointed in myself that I couldn’t submit a film (has to be a film I can legally sell, so machinima is a no-go).

Orintheous’ Revenge I posted about this awhile ago, but I’ve been wanting to focus on more original content that I can sell, and the fine arts galleries and shows is why. I’m trying really hard to get my name out there (believe me, I’m pestering public radio), and I’m beefing up my portfolio as well. So unfortunately, I haven’t had a lot of time to focus on OR, but I will come back to it someday, that story is too good for me to ignore (although I should really spend a day writing out the series bible before it all leaves my brain, having been forced out by TDA).

The Trickster It’s been shelved for the time being, for the same reasons as OR, but I will ABSOLUTELY come back to it someday, I have wild ideas for it and I want to use them.

#updates

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toehwa6 · 1 year

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You wanna know some fucking bullshit.

Listen to this dumb fucking shit.

So to the puzzle gang out there you know that og plastic 2x2’s are literally the craziest puzzles you can get like crazy collectors shit

I currently have two a stickerless and a white one. I need a fucking black one to complete the collection.

I’ve been looking for these stupid fucking things for years.

Well low and fucking behold some rando fuck shows up on Reddit going

oG pLaStIc 2x2’s for sale I got a bunch I’m ready to get rid of them blah blah blah

So I hit this dumb motherfucker up and I’m like

Hello please let me purchase your one black og plastic Dayan 2x2

He’s super cool shows me the puzzle blah blah blah

I pay him and he says he’s sending it out tomorrow

Doesn’t hit me up

I go, hey buddy! Did you send it?

He goes

Oh yeah, sorry I don’t check Reddit much! Yes I sent it out

I ask, when’s it gonna be here, tracking, how’d you send it blah blah blah

Doesn’t hit me up

I go, boi you fucking there?

He goes

Oh yeah, sorry I don’t check Reddit much!

This stupid motherfucker made a post on Reddit the day after I sent a message so he’s fucking ducking me

He goes. They said it’ll be there on the 18th

And then he fucking ghosts me again when I ask for tracking

At this point I’m losing my fucking mind

Eventually he gets back to me and calls me a fucking weirdo, saying he’s never had someone yell at him like this before

Like listen dumb fuck, you’re shipping one of the rarest fucking puzzles there are and you don’t give a fuck

That’s fucking weird

You literally don’t reply AT ALL, let alone with any tracking or a “hey I sent your package out”

He literally goes

Idk it sounds like YOURE the scammer trying to get a free puzzle from me!

Bro! You’re fucking r-ed!

I already paid you and I’m screaming for tracking to make sure you actually fucking sent it.

I’m losing my mind at this point.

This stupid motherfucker hits me with a “you’re*” joke

I want to fucking kms

He then makes some dumb fuck comment about how I didn’t pay him PayPal did

Like, are you actually r-ed?

You’re so fucking stupid Jesus fucking Christ

Anyway. I argue with this dumb motherfucker for a bit until he’s like alright jeez I’ll get you tracking jeez leave me alone

He gets me tracking, we say sorry. I wait for this stupid fucking puzzle to get here.

IT GETS HERE OMG

guess what

It’s not a fucking 50mm puzzle

You know, like the actual rare one? The one people actually use? The one people make a big deal out of?

Btw, forgot to mention

I call this guy out for not giving a fuck and he goes

Gosh it’s just a puzzle, “it’s not a million dollars”

No shit you fucking idiot

But you know what the fuck it is

The minute I hit this motherfucker with

Hey! I didn’t even know 46mm was a thing! I don’t want this! Give me a refund!

He goes

Oh, yeah, sorry forgot to mention the size

It’s still the og plastic and the same mechanism

I shit you not

“Still very sought after”

Like no it’s fucking not you fucking ape

And boom

That when he stops messaging me

Actually

He fucking blocked me

I find this out by(after the reason I’m furious which I’m going to explain) going on a fucking alt because Reddit said his account was gone

Nope!

Just fucking blocked me!

I write up this long as fucking chargeback on PayPal and absolute goddamn motherfucker the fucking page fucking takes me back to the fucking log in screen after I hit submit and everything I typed up for 30 fucking minutes is fucking GONE

I’m losing my mind and can no longer fucking REWRITE anything because I’m just FUCKED

I’m FUCKED

So I go to message this stupid fucker and say

Hey bud, refund me before I smack you with this chargeback

Btw I’m saying that you purposefully left out important info in order to mislead people

That’s when it hit me

His account is gone

And he blocked me on PayPal cause I can’t fucking message him there??

So I go on one of my many fucking alts

And look this motherfucker up

And write on one of his stupid fucking comments

Hey guy, message me back on my main before I smack you with this chargeback tomorrow. Thanks bye.

FUCK. YOU.

And that’s where the fuck I’m at now.

Bitching on a stupid fucking TUMBLR POST BECAUSE IM FUCKING MAD AT FUCKING NOTHING

I WANT TO FUCKING DIE

I JUST WANT TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF

IM MISERABLE

MY LIFE CANT GET ANY WORSE

But holy fuck

I’m going to get my fucking money back before I blow my fucking brains out

Fuck this mother fucker

Fuck these stupid puzzles

Fuck Reddit

Fuck everyone online

Fuck the puzzle community

Fuck talking to people

I fucking hate myself

I fucking hate being alive

I hope I fucking die soon

I don’t fucking care anymore

FUCK

If you’re reading this fuck you too

Fuck me??

Fuck you!!

FUCK YOU

FUCKING. DIE.

Can’t wait til I charge back this motherfucker and keep his motherfucking puzzle

I’m literally going to spit on garbage and mail that to him

FUCK. YOU.

I WANT TO FUCKING DIE I CANT GET OUT

I CANT GET OUT

FUCKING HELP ME PLEASE

HELP

FUCK

I fucking hate this shit

Don’t fucking read this too late go fuck yourself cya

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adhdilettant · 1 year

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Hello again, Internet

Today I went outside and realized how much of a complete arse-bucket I've been. It began with a package. I was waiting in anticipation for a knock at the door. But it was far past the delivery time. After sleuthing the reason, I found the package was undeliverable due to an inaccessible mailbox. I'm ashamed to admit, but I had a moment where I almost Karen-ed out. I even took pictures to submit in case they disputed the redelivery (really didn't want to go to the post office, n'yall). But while I was taking the picture I realized just how much of a dick I was being.

Tip your mail-person, right? Yeah the holidays are past us and everyone is starting to settle into the people who they choose to be "this year". I have to admit: I completely forgot to acknowledge them. This is the person who beings me packages and special occasion cards from my dad, though most of the post consists of junk mail and credit card offers! They deserve way more than what I'm able to give them.

I had been going outside so little (thanks, WFH, I truly do love you with all my heart it's not your fault) that I didn't notice the state of my curb. The other caretakers of my street are clearly thoughtful, caring, and diligent people. And no, we don't have an HOA. It was one of the TOP priorities when we were house hunting. It's taken me FAR too long to realize the equal and opposite reaction to that choice. I am the one who is in fact, the HOA. I know it sounds so stupid to say out loud, because duhyouhavetotakecareofyourshitAdi... but dear non-existent reader, all I can say is yikes.

It would be easy to beat myself up over how stupid I've been or just feel badly forever. Maybe even justified if I didn't make sure to from now on have a clean, clear path to my mailbox and try to offer a (late, but genuine) thank you with a nod to my obliviousness. I, however, am going to do both of these things. Doesn't matter if the mailperson hates me forever (because tbh now that I've seen the state of my curb I would absolutely understand); I'm doing my best to fix it because I fucked up. And from there, I can give myself a little grace.

Not to get into it here, but social interaction generally baffled me as a child; I always wondered how it seemed to come so easily to the other kids. Also, how they managed to use folders instead of just kind of... stuffing everything in their backpacks. Up until recently, the general idea I had cultivated about myself, for myself, was just that I was just kinda... bad at things. After a few significant setbacks, I finally consulted a professional and found out that I'm neurodivergent, and I'm adjusting as I go now. That's my grace and it may not be the same for the next panda but it works for me, and I'm satisfied with that.

I'm not bad at things, I'm just better at doing things in a non-conventional way. I'm allowing myself the grace to accept that I grew up in a time where being a gifted kid just meant being assigned more advanced busywork. I've got the space to explore my own creative paths that little Adi and that's exciting.

So, dear-nonexistent reader, here's to continuing my own education. Cheers to taking paths that would exhilarate Young Adi's intellect and creating a life befitting the woman I want to be.

#why

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livingwithlosingyou · 1 year

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Living with Losing You - 12/16/2022

It’s Friday, Friday, gonna get down on Friday. But also, today is 5 months...

This blog post will likely be shorter since there was not a whole lot that happened today. I did run again this morning, that was nice. Mostly recovered from the fall (lol). The usual work, meetings, PS for breakfast. I really need to be better about eating out, but I just really do not like cooking. And it’s the convenience, plus it’s delicious. Anyway, future Madison’s problem I guess.

I was supposed to go on campus to submit receipts for reimbursement, but that didn’t happen because I forgot it was a minimum day. I was supposed to do that yesterday, but I had a work meeting that conflicted with the time that I needed to be there. The struggle is real. Hopefully I will be able to go after break, but if not, it’s just a couple hundred dollars. The kiddos are worth it.

I did have a bit of a moment today. For some reason ATT (I updated the account info a while back) shut off the internet. I had to call and try and get that situated. Issue was that I had no idea what your security questions were. You always were so good about your passwords, etc. Anyway, luckily I eventually figured it out, well, I figured out how to get into your account to pay it. Just not something I needed today. That and the fact that they have my bone scan results and they’re refusing to disclose until I am authorized all over again to be seen by the oral surgeon’s office... Why? I already was authorized so the fact that they’re making me wait longer to disclose this information is wild. I had a good cry as pictured below. It was one of the ones where I try not to hate myself. Super healthy stuff all around.

Today I had my buddy Wil’s holiday party! He has truly been an incredible friend. I appreciate him so much. He was the one who took me to see Iron Maiden, and came with me to see Dwllers. He is also going to see Badflower with me in March! Likely, at least. He was also the reason why I ended up with Paisley. I wanted to do something nice for him, so I got his a gift certificate to the shop where I got Pais from, and then some chocolate and a card. I made him open it before the party because I was too excited about it (you know how it goes #chrimah). Also, I hate that people assume that a man and a woman hanging out is a date. Sometimes it’s just two really good friends that enjoy each other's company. Either way, this even was SUPER fun. I met a lot of really great people, ate a lot of really good food, and it was overall a fun time. Highlights would be the fact that they gave a shit about my gluten allergy and were very accommodating. Also, Wil and I made paper airplanes out of the drink tickets and then were trying to throw them into a cup.

If you are wondering where this event was, it was at Island Prime. Likely one of the fancier restaurants in San Diego. Not sure if I’ll be invited back, but it was fun while it lasted.

Wil had picked me up, so he dropped me back off at home, and I quickly changed into sweats and played a little guitar. Then, it was bed time. I am wiped!

Plus, I have a SUPER busy day tomorrow. Why do I do this to myself?

Rest in Peace, James Burton Nichols

You would have LOVED this dress on me. You have seen it before, but, it looked really cute tonight.

10/1/1993 - 7/16/2022

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mrs-gucci · 3 years

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Glad I Caught You {blacksmith!Clyde Logan x Reader} [blurb]

anonymous:

Blacksmith Clyde + a chance encounter + passionate kisses 😘

author’s notes: hello, hello! this is my first sunday funday request for event #2, thank you tons for submitting!! <3 requests are open all day long today, so please keep them coming in! here’s the details/guidelines post for this week’s sunday funday event. please read before sending anything in, thank you kindly :)

warnings: fluff. meet-cute. making out.

no tw’s :)

word count: a touch over 1k

clyde’s taglist peeps! @icarusinthesea @goddessofsprings my general taglist peeps! @safarigirlsp @babbushka @mrs-zimmerman @dirtytissuebox @thepalaceofmelanie

You slip the kerchief up over your nose, masking your identity to the village. Your father is a powerful nobleman, but widely despised by the public due to his controversial politics. Thus, you’re a prime target for kidnappings or ransom deals, which is why each time you sneak out, you must cover yourself in order to keep safe.

Anna steps up behind you and drapes the heavy winter’s cloak over your shoulders, pulling the hood up over your tightly braided hair.

“Milady, I know you will not heed my advice, but I shall say it nonetheless. Going into the village is reckless and you put yourself at great risk. I implore that you take a guardsman with you for protection in case something happens.”

The corners of your eyes scrunch up as you offer your lady in waiting a smile.

“Anna, you know I love you dearly, but I insist that you worry too much. I shall be fine, and you forget that I’m trained in knife-wielding.” You pull up your dress enough to show your ankle, where a small blade sits sheathed in a leather case. “I never leave the castle without it. I promise, I will be alright.”

“Still so stubborn, just like when you were as a girl.” She shakes her head with a soft chuckle.

Your arms wrap around her in an embrace and she gives you a kiss on the cheek before pulling away. You nod before you sneak down the corridors of the palace, making your way down to the stables.

Per your request to your trusted groom, your horse sports his inconspicuous village tack as he happily munches on fodder in his stall. You mount and ride off towards the village before anyone can catch sight of you or attempt to foil your plans.

The sun is out today, a rarity for this time of year. It reflects brightly off yesterday’s freshly fallen snow and your eyes squint as you guide your horse down the path.

He knickers softly when you reach the open gates, slowing his gait to a slow jog as you make your way through the seas of villagers in the marketplace. A vacant post presents itself just inside the gates and you dismount, tying him up and pulling the apple from your pocket. He’s appreciative of this gesture, quickly taking a large bite from the fruit.

You smile, giving him a few neck scratches before heading off down the cobblestone street. An array of farm animals run amuck, usually followed by their owners or the merchants trying to fetch them. The pungent stench of both human and animal waste clouds the air surrounding the market, only reprieved by the occasional overpowering scent of iron forging.

With your cloak, it’s quite difficult to see out of the corners of your eyes. Usually, it doesn’t present issues, but today’s marketplace is much more crowded than usual...

You’re suddenly knocked by the rear end of a horse, causing you to fall backwards. A sharp gasp leaves your lips as you tumble towards the cobblestone, but a large, strong hand grips your wrist and saves you from colliding with the ground.

His hands are dirtied, but you don’t mind at all, simply grateful for his heroic act. He pulls you up and your hood falls down, which causes a panic to flare within you. You scramble to pull it up immediately, clearing your throat before looking up at your savior, who shows clear recognition in his eyes. Oh gods, he knows.

“Thank you very much, kind sir.” Your eyes roam over his face, his insanely handsome face. You can feel your cheeks begin to warm.

He nods with a small smile, cheeks reddening a bit. “’s no problem at all, miss. Sorry ‘bout the horse knockin’ ya, he really don’t like his hooves bein’ done.”

“Yes, clearly so.” You laugh softly, biting your lip. As you look around, you can see that more than a few sets of eyes have fallen to you, and anxiety begins to grip you.

“C’mere milady, I’ll take ya in my workshop ‘till things cool down.” He whispers, taking your hand.

You’re grateful for his kindness and you quickly follow him inside. He tells his apprentice to take over duties while he stays in here with you. The two of you sit on stools by the crackling fireplace.

“Yer more than welcome to, um, take yer coverin’ off. No one’s gon’ see ye in here. I understand if ye don’t want to, just thought I’d offer since that thing don’t look all too comfortable.”

You really shouldn’t...

You flip your hood down and pull down the covering, exposing your entire face to the kind stranger. You offer him a smile.

“Thank you, again. I’m greatly in your debt, mister...?”

“Clyde.” He fills in the gap. “And ya don’t owe me anythin’, milady. Jus’ doin’ ma job as a citizen.”

A rush of bravery comes over you and you stand, walking over to stand in front of him. Your eyes dart to the floor before looking back up at him, chewing your lip before stepping up in between his naturally spread legs.

“Are you absolutely sure there’s nothing I can do to thank you, Clyde?”

Clyde swallows harshly, jaw clenching as you lean in a bit. His eyes dart between your gaze and your lips. Instinctively, he leans in too.

“Y-Ya really don’t...”

His lips suddenly crash against yours, hand reaching out for your hip as he stands up. He towers over you, lips dancing with yours.

You’re surprised at his sudden boldness, but you’re certainly not complaining, matching his enthusiasm. His large hands come to cradle your cheeks, but he quickly pulls away, cringing.

“Oh ma...’m sorry, I forgot I had dirt on ‘em...here, lemme get a--”

You pull him back down and effectively interrupt his offer. He smiles against your lips, licking into your mouth just as he had before. The two of you kiss and kiss, hands cautiously exploring each other’s bodies until you’re pulled apart by Clyde’s apprentice.

He blushes and the tips of his ears are bright red, biting his lip after pulling away. You smile, keeping your hands on his chest.

“Thank you, Clyde.”

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[event #2 AU: medieval] send me a character (one that I write for), a setting, and 3-5 “plot” words, and I’ll write a drabble, blurb, or oneshot for you!

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