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The time lapse of my piece of the Shadow Ranch Cake for the 2022 Drewtober Food Challenge.
Wanna be on the lookout for future art posts? I post original works at about 3 P.M. Hawaii Standard Time (9 P.M. Eastern Standard Time).
#2022drewtoberfood#nancy drew#clue crew#nancy drew games#her interactive#nancy drew clue crew#nancy drew mysteries#nancy drew her interactive#the clue crew#drawing challenge#food art#drewtober#SHA#Nancy drew secret of shadow ranch#secret of shadow ranch#shadow ranch cake#shadow ranch#procreate time lapse#time lapse
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The only thing I thought of when this vanilla extract thing came out of hand
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cowboy blues (gator tillman x fem!reader)
summary: you do your best to make sure gator has a perfect birthday—even against the wishes of his dead father.
uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.
✶ rolly's roller wheels blurb commissions!
tags: cowboy!gator (no cops here!), slight angst, fluff, smut (oral f receiving).
for @softagardenblooms! i hope you love this as much as i love you for always being so kind and sweet. yeehaw! ♡
wc: 1,248
the tillman ranch.
“Days off” didn’t exist on the Tillman Ranch. Never have, never will. Gator came to know that well when he asked his father to spend his 13th birthday at the shooting range with his friends instead of cleaning stalls. Roy’s adamant refusal (and insistence on a full day’s work even on the boy‘s big 13) was all Gator needed to know that he’d never be free of the ranch.
Not even on his birthday.
So, when his father died, it didn’t even occur to Gator that he no longer had to uphold the rule. He no longer had to work holidays or birthdays, no longer had to “man up” when all he needed was a lie down. But some part of him felt like Roy would still know. Like his spirit would come and kick him in the ass out on the field.
Like when Gator made it to Hell, Roy would be waiting with a special kind of torment.
“The ranch won’t go to shit if you take one day off,” you tried to insist. “C’mon, you deserve a nice birthday. A half day!”
But Gator just shook his head, lips latched around the mouth of a beer bottle. It popped free with a noisy swallow.
“No can do, sugar. Already got the guys workin’ overtime.”
And you huffed and pouted about it, upset that you couldn’t properly shower your man with love on his special day. But no one seemed more torn up than the birthday boy himself.
He trudged to work that day, but gritted his teeth and “took it like a man.” All morning as he brushed out the stalls, he heard his father’s voice in his head. Shaming him for getting sentimental, scolding him for finding too much importance in himself. Vanity’s a sin, son. God don’t look too kindly on men who think too much of themselves.
Ironic. Even Gator could scoff at that now. Though he fought the urge, every fiber of his being ached to be with you today. Just you, just him, tangled together mouth-to-mouth. He was a simple man, and sex was the perfect birthday gift.
But Gator still needed to outgrow his father’s shadow looming over him.
But it would be a cold day in hell before you allowed your man to spend the day in a hot stable shoveling shit rather than somewhere more enjoyable.
He took his father’s death pretty hard, and now he struggled to find joy where he used to. He called it the cowboy blues, but you knew better. And you’d do your damndest to prove that you could bring the joy back.
Starting with a perfect birthday.
You instructed a young rider to hurry into the stables with an emergency. Some frantic stuttering, some incoherent rambling and panting. Gator would assume the worst: that you were somewhere hurt and needed him. He always thought you needed him, and you let him believe it.
It worked out in your favor this time, because when he came running into the house—boots clomping in a run, work gloves on and trucker hat muddy—he found you unharmed in the kitchen.
Unharmed and half naked. Well, entirely naked save the flimsy ruffled apron tied around your waist.
He scuffled to a stop in the doorway, pinkness flooding to his cheeks.
“H-honey?” He swallowed. “What’re you doin’?”
You shrugged, playing with the strings of the apron. “Just bakin’ my man a birthday cake. You want a taste, hon?”
Gator’s eyes dragged over your body, inhaling deeply. He placed his gloved hands on his hips, a glazed look glinting in his eye.
“Oh…sugar, you know I gotta—“
“Gotta what? It’s your birthday, Gator. You don’t gotta do nothin’ you don’t want to.”
His eyes flashed to yours, brief hesitance brewing in his brows. He brought his lip between his teeth and dropped his hands. His gaze slowly slid downward again, head tipping to get a peek under the lacy hem of your apron.
"That so?" he mumbled.
"Mhm."
"Since s' my birthday...does that mean I get whatever I do want?"
You tugged the first knot of the apron strings free, keeping your eyes narrowed salaciously on his. "Depends. What is it you want, Gator?"
Gator plucked the gloves on his hands by the fingertips until they slipped free, landing with a smack on the kitchen tile. His hat followed, flung aside to let his hair loose. He took a large stride forward, dirtied boots clunking. All that ranch work started to pay off on his firm biceps and wide shoulders—you shuddered in anticipation of the first touch from those rough, callused hands.
They slid over your hips first, gentle and coaxing until you pressed your palms against his chest. They roamed lower, sweeping over the swell of your ass until they found the fat of it, squeezing both globes eagerly. Your lips parted with a sharp gasp, quickly swallowed by Gator's mouth slanted over yours.
"Want..." Gator could barely separate himself from your lips long enough to speak, words squished and smushed between tongue and flesh. "You...mm...on...table."
Despite the instruction, he guided you backward and lifted the small inch to the tabletop. Once seated on the cool surface, he broke from your mouth to nudge your shoulders. You lowered back, splaying flat. Gator flipped the hem of the apron over your stomach and smoothed his hands over your inner thighs, using his explorative and needy touch to spread your legs.
One finger swept through the slickness that awaited him, a chuckle filling the kitchen at your immediate squirming.
"This is all a man needs, sugar. His wife spread open on the table...all for him."
When all you could do was gasp and writhe, coached to excitement by his prodding and massaging touch, Gator's eyes flashed to yours again with a cocky grin.
"Really know how to spoil me, darlin'."
You heard the thump of his knees on the kitchen floor before you felt the heat of his mouth, attaching itself to your core and forming a suction that took the light out of the room. His fingers gripped at the fat of your thighs with greed, disrupting blood flow and bringing a soreness that would last days. But the pleasure lapping and nipping between your thighs was enough to soothe it all away.
You worried you weren't doing enough—it was his birthday, after all. Right now, this seemed entirely about you.
But through the blurred daze of pleasure, you took a peek at the man between your legs—gripping onto flesh for dear life, moaning and groaning between the loll of his tongue and pull of his mouth—and knew he was just as delirious with delight.
Gator stood to his feet with a glistening chin and ridiculously tight tacticals, which he rubbed at with a groan as he positioned himself between your trembling knees.
"Thank you, sugar," he sighed, thickened with relief. He smoothed the gelled hair back from his eyes and let his eyes roam over you again.
"You're...welcome," you breathed, still flushed and unsteady.
The tinkle of his belt buckle knocked against the table, zipper snicking with its quick release.
"Ready to spoil me some more?"
Your grin was nearly giddy. "Whatever you want, birthday boy."
It took another two hours to free yourself from the kitchen long enough to show him the real present: a sparkling new truck parked on the lawn.
He made good use of that spacious truck bed, and decided maybe birthdays were better spent off the ranch.
#rolly!#gator tillman#gator tillman fic#gator tillman x reader#gator tillman x you#gator tillman x fem!reader#gator tillman blurb#gator tillman fanfic#gator tillman fanfiction#gator tillman smut#rolly’s roller wheels!
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List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥
Thanks for the ask!
Kinda wanna talk about Marisol AKA "Sunny"
1.) She's practically her Dad's little shadow, she likes helping him on the ranch and going fishing with him. So she's always liked being outdoors and taking care of animals
2.) They have one goat named Pedro and he's Sunny's favorite animal friend. She wishes she could bring him into the house but her mom wouldn't be happy lol
3.) She hates going to school. She keeps to herself and sometimes kids pick on her for being the weird kid from some rural area. She tries not to let it bother her, but sometimes she comes home crying, running to her Dad. (Then he makes her some honey cake to help her feel better)
4.) She wants to learn how to ride a horse but is kind of too afraid to try at the moment
5.) When she goes to collect eggs from the coop with her dad, they will count each egg in spanish like a fun little game.
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Shadows AU rec list
I was talking to someone the other day about AUs in the Shadows fandom, so I wanted to provide a lil rec list of AU fics. This is not in any way comprehensive, and I was pretty hard line about my definition of AU, but here ya go!
Also, I mostly read E, so someone else should do a lower rated version.
Completed Multi-Chap
Violet Hill by DbCoopersKeychain
E - 136,589 words - Vampire Blacksmith Nandor and Baker Guillermo
as below, so above by ghostoftonantzin
E - 31,203 words - Rape/Non-Con - Serial Killer Nandor kidnaps Guillermo and locks him in the basement till Stockholm Syndrome kicks in
Ranch N’ Rider Weekly: Special Edition by yougoadedme
E - 36,058 words - Cowboy Nandor and Cowboy Guillermo
Superhero AU (series) by ghostoftonantzin
E - 10,502/10,164 words - Superhero Nandor and Office Guillermo
Guillermo the Heartless by HeartlessMemo
E - 81,836 words - Rape/Non-Con - Guillermo is a vampire and Nandor is a rather abused human familiar
WIPs
true love, one way or another by ghostoftonantzin
E - 15,906 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Graphic Depictions of Violence - Ex-Military Nandor stalks Popstar Guillermo
You Have Bewitched Me, Fangs and Blood by seaandsky
E - 78,691 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Vampire Nandor and Trained Slayer Guillermo Pride & Prejudice retelling
hounds of love by andiforyou
E - 103,390 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Erotica Writer Nandor and Priest Guillermo fall in love over Nandor’s book
Love Cake by burnseternally, ChaoticSmirk
E - 104,441 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Baker Guillermo and Office Nandor (with a very cute family)
Alethophobia by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)
M - 149,937 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Nandor and Guillermo are part of a camera crew working on a documentary
Scenes from an Alliance by Interrobam
M - 152,563 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Vampire Warlord Nandor and Professional Slayer Guillermo enter a political marriage
a song of love from long ago by returnofthelu
M - 5,050 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - follows the plot of the musical Hadestown, Hades Nandor and Persephone Guillermo fall in and out of love
Necromancer's Guide to Seed Extraction (4th Edition) by Inadmissable
Not Rated (E) - 30,293 words (as of Dec 13, 2023) - Vampire Nandor and Semen-Stealing Witch Guillermo
One-Shots
i need you baby, to warm the lonely night by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)
E - 2,920 words - Guillermo and Nandor meet (sexily) after a luggage mishap at a wedding
too fine to fondle by andiforyou
E - 6,560 words - Guillermo and Nandor are contestants on a sexy reality TV show
evviva il coltello by ghostoftonantzin
E - 7,035 words - Ottoman Warrior Nandor and Castrato Guillermo (it totally works)
Executive Mentality by Interrobam
E - 3,737 words - Closeted CEO Nandor and Professional Dom Guillermo
i've been dreaming of a true love's kiss by Jay Auris (nighthawkms)
E - 22,851 words - follows the plot of the movie Enchanted, Magical Prince Nandor and Downtrodden New Yorker Guillermo
Fake Wings by cookinguptales
E - 12,794 words - Wingfic
the lion's devotion (the lamb's downfall) by UnfortunatelyObsessed
M - 20,988 words - Vampire Nandor comes to confess to Priest Guillermo
I’ve Got You Under My Skin by returnofthelu
M - Vampire Pirate Nandor and Selkie Guillermo
#wwdits#fic rec#not in any way comprehensive#i was super strict about the definition of AU#and for WIPs I tried to focus on ones that I know have a reasonable chance of being updated#i hope this is interesting/useful to anyone
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Why so many eggs?
I'm replaying The Secret of Shadow Ranch (it's my favourite ND game and I've been replaying the older games recently).
I'm on day 3 and wondering why Nancy has to gather 6 eggs every single day of the game. The only food that (that there is any dialogue about) requires eggs is the birthday cake Nancy makes for Tex on Day 2, which only uses up two eggs.
Does everybody on the ranch always eat eggs for breakfast every day? Why does Shorty need six eggs every day?
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Prompt idea! One of the Links birthday! (Could be Time or Wild, both of them got confusing ages)
None of the Links were known for doing things halfway. In fights, they worked like a well-oiled machine, with impeccable skill and attention. None of them ever had to worry about their backs being exposed because there was always someone there to protect them.
Even when setting up camp, they all had their jobs that tended to change enough to keep everyone happy. Except for cooking, Wild was the only one trusted to do that. Though he usually employed the use of another hero's help to assist him with preparations. Perhaps someday a few of them would learn enough to cook something on their own.
This is all to say that the moment whispers of Time's birthday reached them all, it was destined to be quite the event. Behind the old man's back, plans were concocted. Though, they could only convince Time to go patrol with one of them so many times before getting suspicious and they ran out of paper from Warriors' diary after a few days of passing notes.
Still, they managed. Warriors and Wind were in charge of the whole affair, seeing as they were the ones who knew the date of Time's birthday in the first place. They took the job incredibly seriously, making sure that everyone was involved in some way.
Finally, the day had come and the plan spurred into motion. First, Four faked being sick, ensuring that they'd have a late start to the day, giving Wild enough time to make them a hearty breakfast. Full on pancakes, eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns, Wild even made a fresh wildberry syrup and whipped cream made of Lon Lon milk that he saved special from their last visit to the ranch.
Most of the day passed normally, all the monsters they ran into were easily disposed of, then the fun really started.
After a rivetingly pathetic performance by Four, they decided to set up camp nice and early, they were too far to make it to the closest town anyway.
Warriors went with Legend and Hyrule to distract Time for long enough that preparations could be completed, and several 'accidents' were planned to waste plenty of time. Wild started on the cake while Sky frantically finished his wood carving present that he'd only been able to work on at night.
Four and Wind furiously cut up little pieces of ribbon to stuff into both the smithies and Sky's gust bellows, hoping to create an explosion of confetti when the time came. They were also figuring out how to rig some deku nuts into decorative smoke bombs.
Until it was time to make the frosting, Twilight was sent to watch the other group from the shadows, to make sure they didn't come back too soon.
When Wolfie caught a whiff of warm vanilla, he headed back to the campsite quietly, satisfied that the other Links would be occupied with Hyrule stuck high up in a tree.
Twilight, being the perfect equilibrium of strength and stamina, was the perfect person to whip up the frosting. He wasn't bothered by the vigorous whisking for minutes at a time or by the powdered sugar dusting his tunic and wolf pelt.
They all helped decorate the cake, Wild with the swirling frosting and the rest covering it in berries, intermittently popping one in their mouths as there seemed to be more than enough to do so.
When it came to the final touches, Wild paused.
"Have we ever figured out how old he is?" Piping tip pointing at the top left of the cake, getting ready to frost the message.
"No..." Twilight muttered after a moment of thought, "You could probably just go with 'Happy Birthday', his age doesn't matter."
"I have a better idea, but you guys can't look until he gets here." Wild smiled mischievously. It made Twilight and Sky share a nervous look but ultimately figured what Wild had in mind wouldn't be too bad. At worst it would be a joke that wouldn't land.
"Get ready to bring them back, I think we're ready," Wild announced after a couple minutes of focused silence.
After a long few minutes of waiting for Wolfie to return with the other half of the group, the whole time being spent keeping Wind away from reading what had been written on the cake, the only thing that managed the feat was letting the kid hold one of the gust bellows turned confetti poppers.
Finally, the time had come, the sound of footsteps neared and the anticipation for the moment heightened considerably. All their planning and scheming had come to this. Their passive conversation had stopped as they prepared for the rest of the group to exit the treeline.
With a pop and a melodic whoosh, the air was suddenly filled with shimmering flecks and sparkling smoke as well as the congratulatory voices of eight heroes.
Time only recovered from the shock for a moment before he read the writing on his meticulously decorated cake, and he laughed. The same loud dad-laugh that he did when pranked one of the others, mostly Warriors. He had to lean over for a moment to catch his breath after the fit, prompting the others to see what the cook had written on it.
'Happy 69th Birthday Gramps'
Well, at least Time seemed to like it.
Send me prompts?
#i tried writing this once and my computer killed it but that's fine bc it wasn't that good anyway#im still doing prompts but ill get them done slower#Time totally suspected them hes just glad that no fireworks were involved#linked universe#ask andromeda#lu time#writing prompt
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new shadow ranch cake lore theory just dropped
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@i-shouldnt-steal and I made a Shadow Ranch cake—complete with the marzipan flower!
Although we didn’t use Francis Humber’s recipe, it turned out delicious and the flower looks perfect (which I can say because she made the flower, not me 😉)
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need help brainstorming a nancy drew games tattoo!! my faves are shadow ranch, icicle creek, danger on deception island, last train, danger by design. something simple, no words… kind of subtle! i like the idea of the picture agate or the tulip from the shadow ranch cake but i want more ideas!!
anyone have thoughts
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My submission for the Drewtober Food Challenge!
Day 10 - Secret of Shadow Ranch - Francis Humber’s Shadow Ranch Cake.
Shadow Ranch was both the first Nancy Drew book I read and the first game I played from the series! My parents bought it because it had a horse on the front and I was hardcore horse girl. (And if my love of centaurs is any indication, still am!)
#2022drewtoberfood#nancy drew#clue crew#nancy drew games#her interactive#nancy drew clue crew#nancy drew mysteries#nancy drew her interactive#the clue crew#drawing challenge#food art#nancy drew pc games#secret of shadow ranch#SHA#Nancy drew SHA
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Final Prayer
- oc x canon [Warlock x Phillip Graves]
Word Count : 782
Summary: Warlock spending his final moments questioning the idea of there possibly being a 'higher being'
tags: Character death,religous topics
Note: babies first time uploading a drabble onto tumblr instead of ao3 so i have completely zero clue what i am doing, possibly out of character too but i wrote this at 3am with a lack of sleep.
Warlock didn't consider himself to be religious at all.
Religion is one of those topics that really only get brought up in dire situations, in life or death situations, or even sat on your grandparents porch on a warm summer evening. It's always one of those things that aren't really thought about in a day to day life until you're sat down with another person and either one of you brings it up.
"Shadow 0-1, this is Warlock - how copy?"
Being religious means that you spend your life believing and hoping that a higher and greater being exists and is watching over you. A being that knows each sin one has committed and each good deed one has done.
"Warlock this is Shadow 0-1, hear you loud an' clear"
He never considered himself religious, he was brought up in a Catholic household yet never really took in the lessons all those Sundays at church had tried to tell him.
Religion was a topic he never delved upon in life. He'd witnessed his own fair share of soldiers cry out for their mother's or even start praying before having any remaining will of life get drained from them moments later.
Religion is one of those topics that really only get brought up in dire situations.
"Sir- you ever consider yourself religious..?"
Yet here he was, layed down on a patch of discoloured and drought-induced grass, his ghillie suit caked in a mixture of dried up mud and his own blood.
"I'd like to consider m'self religious warlock"
Adrian was said to never consider himself religious.
Yet in that moment he had caught himself starting to shakily place one of his hands onto his heart, its pace unsteady - ready to finally go to rest in the confines of its bone and muscle cage.
And prayed.
Prayed to make it out of this one.
Prayed to be able to see his loved ones face just one more time.
"And you? You consider yourself religious at all hun?"
'Hun'
By holy god would he miss hearing those three lettered words of endearment.
"warlock?.."
How long has he been like this? Laying on the grass, a gaping hole in his side, a hole that housed the bullet from the enemy.
Lucky shot
Time felt slow, too slow. Painstakingly and unbearably slow.
Was a higher being taking pity on his poor mortal life? Was a god watching over him?
For once Adrian hoped so.
Hope
"Adrian?.. Speak to me dammit!"
"phil, sir- 'm not making it"
A small chuckle had left his soft lips, a chuckle he never thought he'd have to hear. Something he didn't think anyone would have to hear at all. Did bleeding out always take this long?
He'd never consider himself to be the type of person to get down on their knees at an alter and pray away all their sins, ask for forgiveness from the lord or even pray for others. Yet here he was, tears pricking up in the corner of his eyes, rethinking his entire life and his actions in the last few moments of his rather short and uneventful life.
"not enough time.. For assistance.. Just want to... hear you talk a little bit more"
Talk, he can talk, talk to his dying lover who promised they'd end up retired, sat on the old wooden porch on Phillips Country ranch in the southern parts of texas. Perhaps with a dog, a German shepherd would've been nice. Perhaps even a few grey hairs starting to show up in either of their hair.
Oh would he have loved to see that ranch Phillip promised him the night before that he'd take him to. The same night they were sitting in his office, sharing a small bottle of brandy.. or was it whiskey?
"You did good dear, proud of ya - i'll take you to that ranch another' time hm?"
Everything sounded muffled for him now, his vision fading in an uneven and unfamiliar pattern. Shaky breaths leaving his lips as he weakly nodded.
Our Father, who art in heaven,
Breath in
hallowed be thy name;
thy kingdom come;
Fade out
thy will be done;
on earth as it is in heaven.
Fade in
Give us this day our daily bread.
Breath out
And forgive us our trespasses,
Breath in
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
...
Breath out.
Warlock didn't consider himself to be religious at all. The thought of religion only crossed his mind once more as he lay on his grass covered deathbed. Small,sharp,breaths filling his ears as he finally accepted the fact that this higher being is granting him the time to forever lay and rest.
#fanfic#fanfiction#drabble#oc x canon#oc drabbles#phillip graves#cod#cod oc#oc death#non canon oc death#not sure yet on that last tag#religion#catholicism#call of duty#cod mw2#aceswriting
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snack headcannons for Sonic characters
Now this right here is why I love my followers
Sonic - Chili dogs or Chips (( I could possibly see him eating cool ranch Doritos specifically ))
Tails - Mints or Peppermints or Candy Canes (( he’ll eat them in his free time when no one is around ))
Knuckles - Grapes or Mangos (( I HC that mangos grow on angel island and would be farmed for food sources ))
Amy - Cheesecake or Any type of sweet (( I just imagine she really loves sweets ))
Shadow - Coffee Beans or types of espresso (( he’s a coffee man after all ))
Rouge - Red Velvet Cake (( a pretty cake for a pretty sonic character ))
Omega - Mortal oil (( can’t have food let him have mortal oil ))
Eggman - A bitter coffee or bitter tasting foods (( it’s for his evil plans later, even villains need something to wake them up ))
Blaze - Cheesecake aswell (( Amy got her into cheesecake ))
Sliver - Old tires or rubber (( but Fr he’d prob like vanilla ice cream ))
Espio - Bitter Coffee
Charmy - Hot chocolate or chocolate in general
Cream - Chocolate or ice cream
Vector - Prob something a DJ would eat (( I have no clue what DJ’s eat btw lol ))
Jet & The Babylon Rouges - Various snacks
Vanilla - Sweet tasting coffee
Metal Sonic - oil (( just oil ))
(( if I missed a character, you can add your own HCS about them ))
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#nancy drew#her interactive#clue crew#nancy drew pc games#Nancy Drew food#Nancy Drew kitchen#hau#mhm#dan#ded#SHA#ash#trt#spy#sea#ddi
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DOVAHJOJO: a bizarre adventure.
Saturnalia Sorrows.
Jotunn Jostjarna or "Jojo" is a young boy living on his family's farm in Cheydinhal, Cyrodiil. Tonight will be the last Saturnalia he will spend with his family.
On the outskirts of Cheydinhal city sat a little farm, Jostjarna Ranch. The cozy little farmhouse sat beside a tiny pond with a field of grazing cows on the other end, inside the farmer, his wife and their young son were all waking up to the morning of Satinalia.
“Happy Saturnalia Mama, Papa!” the young boy chipped as he excitedly hugged his parents goodmorning, “good morning and happy saturnalia to you too, Jojo” the boy’s father said mirthfully.
“Would you like to come with me to pick up some ingredients for tonight’s feast?”, “yes mama” Jojo hopped excitedly down the stairs and into his winter boots.
Cheydinhal was beautiful this time of year, the whole city was decorated in cheerful red and blue hues, candles lit up the streets and the scent of baked goods filled the air.
Snow was piled high all throughout the city and children took to making snow-soldiers, snow-aedra, sledding and throwing snowball fights. “Mama can I go play with the other children?”, “of course, just come back when we call you” his mother smiled and as she watched her son gleefully run off to play.
“Hi guys, is it ok if I play with you?”, “ew no!” a girl shrieked, “why should we let an elf like you play with us?” a boy snickered, “yhea, go find another snooty Altmer to play with!” another boy laughed.
Jojo held back tears as the bullies ran away laughing at him.
“I-I’ll play with you” a scrawny boy with bright red hair said, he was hiding shadows and was dressed in fine clothes “what’s your name?”, “Jotunn Jostjarna but people call me Jotti or Jojo for short” he grinned. “What’s your name?”, “Cicerolli Zeppli but I like being called Cicero for short” the boy said.
The duo made a snow-soldier with a bucket for a helmet, pebbles for eyes and a carrot for a nose, “carrots are my favorite food” Cicero hummed “and sweetrolls”.
“You should try my Mama’s carrot cake sweetrolls they are fantastic!” Jotti beamed.
Jotti heard his mother calling for him.
“Oh I gotta go, but here take this, consider it a saturnalia gift” Jotti said as he wrapped his patchwork blue scarf around Cicero’s neack, “this…f-for me?” Cicero said in tears “thank you”.
Jotti and his mother returned home to feast, they dined on roasted venison, vegetable soup and holiday treats like birch cookies and sweet nogg. “Are you ready to open your presents?” his mother turned to him and laughed a little as she saw her son had a mustache of sweet nogg on his upper lip, “I am mama, WAIT you should open my presents to you first!” he excitedly hopped about.
“We can wait to open ours, you go ahead and open yours” Jotti’s father chuckled.
The gift from his mother was a ring that regenerated his magicka and the gift from his father was a strange dagger “whoa dad what is this made of?” Jotti eyed the blade amazed, “skyforged steel, I saw a vendor selling it, he had come from my homeland of skyrim”.
“Papa, do you think I’ll ever get to visit skyrim?” Jotti’s big blue eyes sparkled with joy, “perhaps one day” his father smiled and rustled his son’s deep brown hair.
A loud banging at their door took their attention away from the night's festivities.
“Oh? I wonder who that could be?” Jotti’s mother pondered as she got up to open the door, “Jojo…head into the kitchen and be quiet” his father said as he reached for his sword which rested on the fireplace mantle.
Just as Jotti had reached the back door he heard an awful sound, his mother screamed and his father shouted for him to run, Jotti did as he was told and booked it out the door.
He looked behind him and saw strange elves like his mother dressed in black and gold robes or in golden armor.
“Go! Kill the hybrid abomination!” one of them, a cruel looking woman ordered, “yes head justicar Elenwen” her men replied as they chased after Jotti.
Jotti ran, he ran like the freezing wind.
He ran into the forest and dove into a frigid river to escape them, his half nord blood gave him some resistance to the cold.
Jotti kept running even after he thought he had lost them.
Eventually he grew weak, he could not run forever.
Jotti collapsed in the snow…
Jotti awoke later in a temple, the priestess, a kind argonian woman, told him he was found by the guard and that he was in the city of Bravil.
Jotti stayed at the temple until he had recovered, while recovering he learned that the empire was being invaded.
The people who had killed his family were the Aldmeri Dominion, the Thalmor.
Jotti left the temple and now lives on the streets…but fate smiles kindly on him.
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