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Some sanctuary yuu smoking (weed or cigarettes your choice) in the living room and the pets (your choice again) react

Ough, I wanted to write more but I didn't have the steam to do more than one. So I picked Floyd because I was missing his cheeky self. Hope you enjoy it because I certainly did!

Floyd 11

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Floyd 11

Summary: You were smoking by the window when Floyd decided now would be an amazing time to dive into the pool you had installed. In his full form. And now he won’t stop looking at you for attention. Haa, you know what, you were in need of a distraction anyway.

(Hehehe the subject is rather heavy, but Floyd is as Floyd does, saying things seemingly vague but not really. Cheeky eel.)

You’ve been working on getting rid of the habit, you swear. Sure sure, you don’t exactly look convincing when you’re leaning on the window sill, packet of cigarettes at hand as though they never left your side and taking gentle drags like you’re trying to savor it, but this was your first cig in a while. You had this same pack for about a few months.

It’s slow going, but you’re going. Soon you’ll stop. Soon you’ll be at the point where you’ll just forget the urge to reach for your lighter. But not today. There’s too much energy in your spine and your head has been itching. Waiting. Like it’s anticipating something even though there’s nothing.

Haa… you don’t understand this. You don’t know how to fix this.

You took a slow drag and breathed out. Something within you quieted a bit and you couldn’t help but close your eyes. Wind drifted over your face. It was nice. Relaxing.

Then you heard a splash. You and your cigarette were drenched in water.

“Hey!”

You opened your eyes to see a large Floyd lounging on his slick tail, lazily waving at you like he didn’t have the energy to do anything more, despite his big, toothy grin.

You snorted out water then sighed at the sight of your useless cigarette. You dropped it in the ash tray.

You thought you were alone, since everyone is usually doing their own thing outside or in their pocket homes, but you guess you can’t always rely on the convince of routine to keep you safe. Floyd saw you, clearly, and intentionally made a splash at you.

Floyd, when he first saw you, wanted in on this bad habit of yours. But, when you said no, he basically made it his job to stop you when he sees you. It’s easy to see it as him being childish. ‘If I can’t have it, you can’t either,’ type of thing, but that’s not quite it, now is it?

You want to get rid of this bad habit, so Floyd will be the menace to get you to slow down and stop. Weird, weird eel.

Well, not like you can ask for anything else. This too was something you appreciated, as annoying as he can be.

So, when you finally noticed that Floyd’s eyes have never once left you, you figured it would best to join him, if only to keep yourself from scratching that addicting itch.

“So,” Floyd slithered right next to your knees as soon as you sat down, “what’s bothering ya? You haven’t been that careless in a while, so what’s got you smoking right where I can see you?”

“Hmm, I don’t know,” you splashed your hands, attempting to scrub out a spot in your palm, only to find that that’s just another scar that won’t fade, “It just feels like something’s nagging at me. Kinda wound up. Tight. Can’t tell you why that is, though.”

“So that’s what made you smoke?” Floyd dragged his upper body out, not caring for the water that surged and soaked your clothes, “’Cause you can’t think of anything else that’ll make you feel better?” He picked at a loose thread laying on your thigh, pulled, then snapped it off. Another place for your clothes to fray open.

Lot of them have been falling apart, actually. Huh. You never noticed how worn out your clothes have been. Guess they’re just too old to handle any more stress.

“Don’t do that,” you said, though you did nothing to stop his claws from tugging the loose end of your shorts, “Well, I guess. It just easier to de-stress with a pack around and a lighter in your pocket. Not like I know anything that’ll help me.”

You had hobbies but those become hard to keep up with when you spent all that time just looking for your lost ones. And trying to get back into them, you know you’ll be frustrated at the decay in skills. So you’d rather not bother.

“Hmm,” Floyd lowered his head and plopped it right on your lap. He started to playfully tap your knuckles with his claws. “What about me?”

His tail exited the water and curled around you.

“What about you?” you grabbed his hand and gently pushed against the webbing between his fingers. He really had the gall to pretend to think about it, like there were no other choices for him to pick from.

“You can use me,” Floyd’s smile was small, cheeky as he basically trapped you in his tail, “in any way you like. That’ll help get the stress out, right?”

You can take a guess as to what he’s talking about.

You chuckled as you leaned back.

“Alright, then I’ll use you to rest my back,” you smiled at the frown that spread on Floyd’s face, “Resting is also de-stressing.”

“…you’re no fun.” Floyd grumbled but didn’t fight it.

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Okay, now Sanctuary AU, being a follow-up of house Pet AU, is the evolution of the same Caretaker but in another situation. So when the Overblot pets get a bit better and would like to see outside, and Caretaker tints the back windows so they can feel safer looking outside while unlikely to be seen, who who and who if anyone

Also an opportunity for Azul to see outside if he can survive out the water,,,,,,,

By this point in time, I would imagine the seafolk are used to the sound of vehicle engines, though there will be some irritation on all their parts if they're stuck around that noise for too long. They won't have meltdowns like their house pet au versions but they will be kind of snippy. Eventually I would imagine Floyd would demand to learn how to drive, Azul shushes him because he's getting too excited but then would also ask to learn such a skill, which leads to Jade also jumping on that ship. They might fight over who gets the passenger's seat.

I would imagine that Vil would add in little knickknacks in the car over time. Just small little things like hanging up herbs he's gathered on the mirror to dry, a rather pretty bumper sticker just to be a little silly, but also makes sure to have a emergency first aid kit stored under the seat just in case. Probably got some nice seat coverings for himself because it irritates his skin and feathers to sit on the default seats, especially when he has a lot of pin feathers going on. But, other than that, car rides don't really fascinate him, usually, since he flies faster. Will probably go silent depending on the location because he hasn't seen a place at this specific angle.

If you see neck pillows and blankets, that Leona's fault. He doesn't even need them but has them anyway in the car just because. Always gets the passenger's seat regardless of who get to the car first, on the account that he doesn't ask and just takes it. Even when completely covered up, Leona more zones out than actually naps. Always aware when the car is off.

Malleus is as Malleus does and is fascinated by the car. So fascinated that it's very easy to surprise him so when you activate the wind wipers, his wings just sprawl right open and bat you in shoulder. That being said, it's a rather enclosed space for someone of his wingspan, so he and Vil often get sore joints if in the seat for too long. Lilia you'll probably have to grab by the leg and drag his ass back inside the car because he will stick his head out the window.

And Jamil was disgruntled at first, but if you give him control over the radio, he'll vibe. He doesn't really like compressing his form into a human one, so the car rides must be kept short. And if the car ride must be long and there's no other option, then you better put those seats down and let him rest his long tail in the back. Not the most comfortable, but he'll be fine.

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Hi! This i a very spontaneous message so it’s probably super chaotic.

I just wanted to say that your writing is AMAZING! BEAUTIFUL! and A WORK OF ART!!!

I love the way you write and the way it’s formatted! Perfection✨

The story flows smoother than water, and is so easy to follow you may as well have arrows pointing the way, or a step by step guide, But in A STORY. You somehow someway mange to write in such a way! I am in awe of you and your beautiful writing.

Even if it’s a character that I don’t have much interest in or none, you somehow manage to make fully invested in Everything!

Thank you so much for sharing your masterpieces with us all.

I wish that you may have a wonderful day.

Bye.

Hehehe thank you for the compliment. It's always a little bit jarring to me to see people highly looking up to my writing, when I still feel like I'm lacking in many aspects. I know I'm not a beginner writer by this point, but I certainly don't feel like an expert. And when it comes to scheduling things and, you know, actually having a routine for my writing things, eugh, it's a whole mess.

I really need to work on my grammar and past and present tenses. Never used to have a problem with those but I've been having trouble with them for whatever reason. It's weird!

But anyway, thank you again for the compliment and I can only hope that my writing can reach new heights. Perhaps one day I can find satisfaction in my writing skills.

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Ko-fi Updates!

I made adjustments to the prices and word count due to the fact that I'm able to write a whole lot more many words. I also lifted the 2 character limit so now you can add in as many characters as you want without having to pay extra. So that prices are as follows

$5 is 1000 words. $10 is 2500 words. $15 is 5000 words

And, job market is still not being kind to me. My lack of social connections is really biting me in the ass. A lot of the open job positions are very labor intensive, which I cannot do given how little muscle I have, and the jobs that want my skill set also want me to a have driver's license which I do not have.

Anyways, commissions! I am available and if I'm not, I will say so. I'll write both fanfiction and original stuff. Can do Reader Inserts and OC things. Can do wholesome, angst, or nasty.

Will still not do pregnancy stuff though. Don't be afraid to ask just in case you think your commission might violate something.

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Sorry if this is a bother but I just noticed two Diasomnia 3s

Oops. Thanks, I thought I was missing something. Well, was bound to happen eventually. I fixed it as best I could.

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The drafts continue! Viper is still a blob in my head but I got inspired and decided to test out this version of him to see if I like it or not. Originally he was just some young dude from a shockingly normal family that met and got exposed to a group of people that's the Reader's family, and eventually started to work under them once his family ends up dead by the Reader's family's hands. Viper wants to see their downfall, and Reader is pretty much aligned in that goal, so they help him out in exchange for his undying loyalty. And, of course, this leads to his corruption.

That's pretty much still the same, Viper's eventually corruption.

Drafts 2

Summary: Viper's concept has went through a number of changes, though I'm not sure if I want to keep this version where he was once a revenge driven man that ends up corrupted by the seemingly normal Reader. Also some world building regarding an idea I had in mind about a giant snake that's been cut into two, so you have the Headless Snake and the Bodiless Snake, both giving some kind of boon depending on the part you find.

Would anyone believe you if you said that this man before you used to be upstanding? That he used to focus entirely on the justice of his revenge rather than relish in the violence of it all. Before, it was never his calling. You remember the way his eyes would lose all their shine every time his hands became dotted or soaked in blood.

It didn't matter if it was his or someone else, everything about him would just stop the moment the last breathe was taken. He'd be paused in the moment, lost in the mess of his own mind. Eventually he would pull himself back, for his goal was never truly done.

Viper rarely used to smile too. Before, he was the type of man that would dress up to the nines and carry around perfume just to give himself that little extra boost. In the early days that you knew him, you remember the mess that he was. Unshaven, white hair oily in all his unwashed glory, a hoodie that's been hand-washed so roughly that it was fraying at the seems.

He was a mess. A mess that cared for nothing but the search of his next target.

You never got the details of what exactly he was after. From all the words he grumbled at you over the flask, you just got that he was after something. A potent anger, a white hot core that's been pulsing in his heart long enough to push all thoughts of a happy future out.

This man was on a path that would only end in his death. Even when his quest for revenge was finished, you were more than sure that he would simply vanish. One day, you'd just open his apartment door and find the whole place empty of anything, even dust.

Like he didn't want to be found. As if he wanted to truly disappear from the world and be forgotten.

Honestly, the world that Viper belonged in wasn't one you ever expected to touch, let alone reach inside. A life of blood, of entanglements that all lead to a vicious fight of control and obedience. Assassinations, families ties stronger than any steel, and betrayals that seek to sever these ties.

All of it, on a hierarchy build around the potency of the Headless Snake’s blood.

Ah, you don't really care for the details. All you know is that Viper is alone because of betrayal. The life he was building, all of it came crumbling down in a single family gathering.

So then, why are you here? Why did you take an interest in a man that, by all means, has nothing to do with you?

Because you lead an interesting life of your own. Because you've seen atrocity after atrocity lay waste to the place you once called home.

And what you saw in that forest, when you saw those bodies and Viper bleeding into the graves he was digging, you were reminded of home.

You had found your sacrifice.

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For the House Pet AU can/does MC drive? And if yes which pets like to go on a car ride if any do, and do they come along the ride for shopping (like the kid seat in shopping carts, or the carriers made specifically for pets like I've seen for some cats and dogs)

Hmm that's a good question.

I can't really see the Caretaker owning a car, on the account of how expensive they are, but mostly because the neighborhood and place they grew up in is a pretty walkable place. It's very easy to request for magical buses to come by and add in your street as a potential route. And since buses are public service, nobody has to worry about paying a dime. Just go in and wait. Though, the Caretaker will probably entertain the thought of getting a car, if only for the safety of the pets. And you can bet your ass that someone is going to buy a car for the Caretaker as a celebration gift for getting a license.

Magical engines are pretty much a thing by this point and they're very silent things. No need to worry about cars and other vehicles making that loud sputtering, so the only reason why anyone would hear a motorcycle engine or any kind of engine is because it was specifically requested from the driver. Like, the driver wants everyone and their mother to hear them driving everywhere they go, just for the sake of showing off. By this point in time, it's just rude to have a loud engine just for the sake of it and are pretty much considered real old fashioned.

So, I suppose to answer the question, it isn't no. Initially they didn't have a car, but will likely have one later down the line. And it's... a ride that's for sure. Deuce over here is very stoked and will plop himself on the wheel like he can drive, then Ace will hop right on over and join Deuce at the wheel. Little weirdo. Riddle is being a good boy and is inside the plush car seat strapped in there specifically for the pets. Trey and Cater can usually be seen snoozing off and if the car ride is long enough, the rest of the plant nymphs will follow.

Jack and Ruggie are little those little bobbleheads sitting up in front, just enjoying the sight, clearly getting charged up and wanting to run right alongside the car, but they're very well behaved, so that won't happen. Leona's reaction is rather boring since he's been in cars before, so he's just napping on the passengers seat.

Idia over here was initially interested in the way the car worked, but whatever was inside apparently wasn't what he wanted, so he just plays simple games on the Caretaker's phone while the ride goes on. Ortho, Caretaker had to fight him to keep him from possessing the car engine. He's eternally locked in the pet carrier because he will slip away, he will get into the engine, and he will go to the speeds he wants. He's sentences to pet jail for the duration of the ride and it makes him grumpy every time. Unless you have a treat. He's not interested in the engine when it's not turned out, just so you know.

Malleus and Lilia initially got pretty carsick the first few times, but they're stubborn and they want to be with the Caretaker and Silver every step of the way. They got used to it eventually, and Sebek over here is really fascinated by the changing scenery. His face will be pressed up against the window and it's funny to stop suddenly because you can hear the squeak his face makes as it rubs against the glass. It makes him so angry.

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Leona 27

Summary: Little Leona likes to nap in a bowl filled with scraps of Cheka’s old baby blanket. During those times, you like to scratch him and watch him melt into a pile of sand.

(Hmm, might write about Rook next. I miss him and his weirdo antics. No clue what to do on that front.)

Often, you have to be careful with your timing when it comes to petting Leona. If you try to approach him too early with your affection, he’ll bat at your fingers and run away from you. If you give in to your impatience and insist on giving him affection, he’ll straight up leave the house and won’t come back until Falena or Cheka come here to pick him up.

For a creature that naps quite a bit, his tolerance towards anything is very thin. Which you suppose is natural for spoiled critters such as him. Vil was much the same way until you came along and humbled him.

Ignoring Leona worked out for the most part. He’d stay in the house of his own volition, only venturing out as far as the garden and as high as the roof. Sure, he’d still make demands of you and would sand your things if he thought that would get you to listen, but that time trapped in that airtight container you got from Crowley certainly got him thinking twice.

Anyway, all this to say that Leona went from ignoring your existence until he wanted a servant to always wanting to be in the same room as you because he must keep an eye on you, like you’re a threat or something. And because Leona was constantly in your presence, it was only a matter of time before he started napping in it.

In every room you’re usually hanging out in, you have these ornate hand-painted bowls you’ve received as a gift just sitting there close to you. Inside those bowls were a handful of cloth cut from Cheka’s old baby blanket. You felt a little weird asking for that at the time but now you had no regrets.

Because, inside the bowl on the patio you’re at was Leona, face buried deep into the creases as he laid on his belly. Only in moments like these could you reach out and stroke his face without it being a gamble.

Leona’s been getting better at getting pettings, though he only tolerates a few pats before zipping off elsewhere. When in the deep throes of sleep, however, you could dig your fingers into his face and he wouldn’t care.

You lifted his limp head, watched the weird way the dips and creases of his face shifted and melded together like writing on sand, then scratched the bottom of his chin. He woke up in instant, features rushing right back to definition, blinked, then sank onto your fingers.

Leona was one of those pets that, when he starts really getting into feeling your nails scratch against his form, he starts wanting it deeper. He lowered himself further and further, the shape of himself getting flatter in the way boneless creatures do.

You snorted just as Leona finally lost his grip on his form, losing his colors to the golden sand. He fell with a dull thud on his little scraps of blanket, gold flecks trailing down through the gaps in your fingers.

Leona reformed himself like clay, didn’t even bother with putting himself in his tiny clothes. Instead he looked up with his sleepy eyes, grabbed your fingers and shoved his face into your palm.

Oh he’s going to regret this later once he fully wakes up, you just know it.

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Reeeead my stuuuuuuuff! This was an old attempt at playing Iron Valley my own way, via writing it down like a story. Lot of words, lot of prose, and lot of ramblings from me, so take a read! Have fun reading my writing from my writing high that had overtaken me a while ago.

It's a Reader Insert, just so you know, so Reader still doesn't have a defined appearance or gender.

Drafts 1

Summary: Just an unfinished solo writing thing while playing Iron Valley. Basically it was just me testing out what it is I wanted, trying to create my own setting and characters, but then my brain got bored of it. So, I figured I may as well dump it here.

(I said I was going to start dumping my drafts here and I am going to commit to it. Drafts will be half actual prose writing and rambles on the side because I want people to enjoy the ideas and characters I have in my head. Hope this is fun!)

Today’s Spring pick for the Luminariae Post is as follows:

When a new branch grows, I always worry for what it may carry. The bark upon the trunk is many years old and yet it still insists on growing new leaves, new buds, and new fruits. A large and wise old tree, and yet it didn’t know age. It didn’t know where it should draw its limits. It simply grew and produced, as it always has, even when the threat of disease was always there.

But I’m not scornful. I’ll simply grab my polished clippers and snap off whatever rot has caught onto the leaves, onto the branches. I’ll eat the fruit it gives me, and carve a flute out of the wood I snipped off.

I’ve been there when you were young, when each new leaf would make me dance in the mud because I keep forgetting not to over water you. When your fruits would spawn out of seemingly nowhere, like your love for the world could not be contained, so you had to give it back as much and as fast as you could.

You’ve long outgrown me. I can’t even climb up to the very top of you as I once used to with my own little sister. You could still support me, but the youth in your new branches are not what they used to be. And yet, you still try and grow just as much fruit as you can, even when it’s no longer anything anyone can eat.

You’re just an old fool. You and I are two of a kind. And that it why you will always be one of my dearest friends.

And every day, I thank you for being who you are.

– Carmen

Heyo, author Noir here. So, the idea I had for this little segment is that every start of the new season, the Luminariae Post would post a submission that was sent to them by one of the residents in this small town of Arbor Hills. Typically they pick submissions that have something to do with the current season, or just a general connection to nature that can be connected to said season. It's also meant for the regular folk to take a peek into a small part of that resident that wrote the piece. Just fluff writing things.

Oh, and Carmen is a big ol dragon man, the one that basically provides the Reader with a house and a job, a nice bouncing point since the Reader starts off with literally nothing, not even clothes. He's a nice man, good roommate and clearly misses having other people live in his house. There's this big tree that the whole town pays their respects towards because of the sheer size and reach of its roots. In fact, most of the plants and trees you find often end up connecting their roots to that big tree, as it provides nutrients to said plants, leading to them weathering even the toughest of disasters. Rumor has it that Carmen was the one that planted that tree when it was a sapling, but that's just a rumor.

Spring 2

Time: [0/4]

| Forecast: Sunny | Luck: Neutral | Lucky Color: Lemon |

“Did you hear? Apparently our dear local baker has been in need of a new recipe to put as a potential special.”

“Oh? Which one? Is it that sweetie Ivory or that nutty Obsidian?”

“Don’t be mean Martha. But it is nutty Obsidian. Apparently he’s going a little crazy from lack of inspiration and just wants something new to really make his day pop from grays to happy pinks.”

“Hehehe, well in that case, you think he’ll want to try out some of my homemade cookies? Maybe that’ll perk him right up and get his head out of the pizza oven ashes?”

“Bleh, if you want to kill him… But yes, let’s. I’ll be the merciful one and bring him some of my delicious tea.”

“Let’s poison him together, Lily.”

The idea I had here is basically a cutscene being played out every day, where a couple of characters do something or have a conversation that implies a very long request. The town bulletin is still a thing, but those quests will end up being pretty short. The short requests do change often, I'd say once every two days, while the longer requests are more persistent, changing once every five days. Obsidian is basically this mad scientist-like baker that loves to go crazy with the designs and flavors of his baked goods. And, well, he's prone to losing inspiration and just wants something to get that flow going. He's a pretty intense cosmic star dude, the kind of energy that easy to be overwhelmed with. He has a sister named Ivory who helps out in the bakery, but is mostly found working with wood as the local carpenter. She's not gentle, she has that quiet intensity about her, and is just as wacky with her woods craft. She will get the request done, and will probably add some else to it. A weird feature that you probably won't notice until you accidentally activate it. Like a table that can convert itself into a suit of wood armor. You never know with these two.

Oh, and I have no clue who Martha and Lily are. Just that they're best friends who love to gossip, and were once very competitive rivals in school before someone tried to accuse them of cheating so they'd be unable to participate in theater. Yeah, those two were theater kids, and their rivalry, for the most part, was a fun exaggerated thing on their part that got a liiiiittle too real, but they're good now. They're middle-aged and married to their respective spouses.

“You doing alright?”

You snapped out of your reverie by a rumbling voice that’s not quite meant to overpower the general noise, so much as it should rumble underneath one’s feet.

You didn’t look at Carmen. You looked at his horns instead, all scratched up and chipped at in all their ridged and curling glory. It’s hard to look at him in the eyes. They aren’t particularly piercing, they’re just filled with a love for the world around him. A gentle and boundless love that he’s willing to share with you, a fellow roommate but a stranger still.

It’s… a lot. Too much. But it’s fine. He’s good and nice. He makes you all those warm and filling meals, and lets you take up a room in his house. You had nowhere else to go, but he gave you a hand anyway.

So, are you doing alright? He did ask.

You hummed out a yes. Because words would be too much in all this noise. The sensation of your throat rumbling, of moving your lips and making a conscious effort not to stutter. You’re already a little on edge as is.

“Hmm,” he copied your tone, though you didn’t know if that meant he believed you or not, “I know there’s a lot of little noises, but a small outing like this is good. It is something to get used to, that’s for certain.”

It’s… yeah, he’s right. It is a lot. Carmen’s farm isn’t exactly all the quiet either, with all the cows, chickens and bees he has, but there’s a different quality to the noise of people. It’s a… a rhythm, of sorts. The livestock back home are always keeping out a listening ear to the nature around them, so their own noises follow that beat, usually. But people… don’t really care, nor can they truly listen.

The rhythm isn’t bad, in the sense that it’s wrong and that people should pay more attention. It’s just… different. Absorbed in their own little pocket of time. And those pockets just, overlap in your ears.

You’ll probably get used to it, in the same way you got used to Carmen when you first woke up to his face looming right over under the arbor. It was an adjustment. The man’s over seven feet tall with a broad frame to fit, built over the years from heavy farm work. But, you suppose that’s the average height of all dragons. Well, his specific branch of dragon anyway. You don’t know any other dragon.

You nodded and let your eyes wander over the sparse crowd around you, to the area you’re both sitting on a bench in.

The village’s center, built around a pretty fountain that’s filled with little seashells, all in various pastel colors of white, blue and pink. One little kid in white sandals had to lay her belly on the ledge of the fountain just to reach in and drop her shell. Her little transparent wings fluttered with her excitement, dropping flecks of pink dust here and there.

A water spout spat right up her nose and the little fairy girl snorted then gave a big powerful sneeze. She launched herself right into the air. Luckily, before you or Carmen could rush right over, her father was right there to catch her.

Chuckling, her fairy father said, “I got a precious gift from the heavens!”

“No!” She yelled, raising her arms high like claws, “I am your worst nightmare! I eat your dreams and your banana splits!”

He gasped, “A monster! Oh no!”

She kicked her feet and lost a sandal in her giggles.

You jumped when Carmen gave chuckles of his own. The sheer volume of his voice never ceases to surprise you, that his happiness can be something so… loud? Strong? It’s solid. Which is kind of dumb now that you think about it. You’ve seen him lift an entire tree trunk with his arms and shoulder alone. It shouldn’t be shocking at all to find that his laugh has just as much power behind it.

But it is, because he would always bend down just so people could hear him. He didn’t like raising his voice just as much as he hated going into the details of his private life.

And with a flinch, Carmen realized as much. He looked to the side, scratched the back of his neck, and sighed out, “Sorry.”

Did you look bug-eyed? You probably did.

You shook your head at Carmen. He doesn’t need to apologize to you. It’s not his fault that you’re easily startled. Besides, he’s the one going out of his way to get you situated in this place. He didn’t have to do it, but he did anyway.

He nodded to you then hovered a hand right over your shoulder. He stopped, waited, and when you shifted closer, he patted you. The weight and strength of his bones alone almost made your joint creak.

“I’ll be going on ahead. I need to buy some things for the gardening day this week.” Carmen reached into his pocket and took out a few notes that you don’t really need. He pays you plenty for your services, but saying no to him–especially when he wants to spoil or be nice–just leaves a sour taste in your mouth. He stuffed them in your hands. “Go around, explore. Or relax by the community garden if you’d like. I’ll be by Peach’s place for the most part. I won’t go home unless you want to, okay?”

Ah, here it is, the big send off. You can’t really complain since you asked for this kind of time for yourself, but augh… It’s difficult all the same. You’ve been here for the better part of one year and you’ve yet to make a single friend. You haven’t really been trying, to be perfectly honest. Whenever you go out into the village on your moped, you’re strictly in working mode, schedule and time all planned out. Whenever people would try and talk to you during those hours, you get antsy and anxious.

You hate being off schedule. On top of that, if you weren’t working, you were around Carmen all the time. He’s a friendly and well known face. It’s only natural for people to gravitate towards him rather than you, especially when you would rather hide in his shadow than look at anyone.

You weren’t trying to make friends. Everything was just too unfamiliar for you to do that, or even think of it. And nobody pushed you to do that. In a way, you’re grateful for that, that the people here left you alone for the most part. A nice respect of your time and attention. They made attempts to talk to you, certainly, but that was about where the pushiness ended.

And, now, you’re calmer-ish. You can take the time and try.

You can go anywhere and make a friend.

…

Augh, you still can’t talk. Words just really don’t want to come out.

Well, baby steps, baby steps.

Carmen has since left you to yourself, with money in your hands. A nice sizable amount. Can’t buy a microwave with it, but you can grab a while feast of pastries if you wanted to.

…you know what? That sounds like a good idea. Having something to munch on while trying to make a friend would help calm you down some. Besides, a lot of people frequent the bakery. Surely you’ll be able to find someone who wants to befriend you.

That and you’ve heard of the gossip between those two women over there. Apparently the local baker needs some help. You don’t have any ideas, but maybe you’ll come up with something by the time you get there?

The crowd didn’t really get any thinner as you walked down the white stone path. Lots of people were gathered in small packs, but they were polite enough to shift slightly out of your way. You followed the scent of bread and soon enough found yourself inside the cozy atmosphere of a bakery.

Honestly, it seemed more like a home than it did a bakery, which makes sense since it looked like a store/home hybrid from the outside. But, rather than a home that seeks to hide emptiness with store bought furniture the owner vaguely likes, each table, chair and even the frame of the mirrors in this place were clearly handmade.

It was small though, and all the furniture had people either gathering or sitting on it. There wasn’t anywhere you could just pick and sit down for an hour or two while you mindlessly pick at your pastry and watch the people go by.

A healthy routine makes for a good base for potential friendships. At least that’s how Carmen puts it. You’re not sure if it’s true, but you may as well try, right?

You walk to the back of the line and wait. At the front, behind the register was someone that you can only describe as a galactic black hole. The white light that makes up what you think is hair slowly swirls around in a clock-wise motion, collecting light like a vent does smoke as it slowly gathers in some dark center you can’t make out. The white light hair fades into a dark shadow dappled with white little star pinpricks, doing nothing to to take away from the bright eyes that look around this way and that.

This person had no mouth to speak of as he nodded and packaged a new box of pan dulce. It’s interesting to you, watching the way their body never quite stabilized into something truly solid, but it was enough for his clothes to hang on. He didn’t have a uniform, it was just a set of comfy billowing clothes that had little tears and big patches over what was probably holes.

His form stretched up, bending in ways a shadow would as he gave the box to the person waiting in line.

“You wanted a surprise and a surprise is what you’ll get!”

Aaaand this is where I lost my steam, and I had a pretty good pace going too.

Reader is basically this dryad person that was born from the big tree(of which I have yet to name, eh) and as such, has little to no knowledge of many things beyond the general basics. Socializing is obviously not their thing. Many of the towns people just think they're a traveler from afar that suffers from amnesia, but since nobody witnesses the Reader coming out of the tree, it can't really be disputed that they're not a traveler.

There's a biblically accurate angel just, hanging out in Arbor Hills. He's the current master carpenter and boss of Ivory. He spends most of his time sleeping, and in the rare times one manages to make a request to him, you can be sure that whatever furniture he makes will never break, and will even have a little buff to them.

The angel's name is Peach, because someone called him "an absolute peach." With the last name Angel for the sake of simplicity. No matter how you poke and prod at him, you can't get details about his past, you'll just get references about how empty of an existence he was living before coming here. Now he can dream all he likes.

There's a tradition at the start of a new year to share stories you may have or have written. Arbor Hills is all about communal story crafting, so often the whole town will come together to either craft a new fairy tale, or add on to another existing tale. The only rule is that it has to have at least one true event in there, or be based on a true event. So you could have witnessed a bug trip over grass and flip itself over and craft a tale about a malicious weed that seeks to grow and prank all the bugs that nipped at it. That kind of thing. So, one of the Promises is to get ideas and make a story before Spring 1 rolls around. There are usually two groups, one group that's full of people that have written their stories on their own, and the other group that shares their ideas for a group story making session. Perfection is not expected. Just have fun. And if you don't want to make a story, just be a listening ear.

There's also another tradition where, after reaching a certain age, kiddos go to the community garden to pick out a seed they like and plant it somewhere in the town. This tradition does stretch out beyond just for the kids, you can do this as a new adult, or when you reach a huge milestone in your life. Don't worry about having to take incredible care of it, these seeds are magical and are often deeply connected to you. They grow as you grow, and if they get sick, you can be assured that they'll be taken care of by the garden spirits of the forest.

There aren't many dragons to be found. There be different types of dragons, but their lifespan varies quite a bit between them.

Same for the dryad. There's nobody else quite like you, and if there is, they're usually no bigger than the size of your palm. Tiny, squeaky things.

I know I have more things sitting in the brain, but I need to prodded at to really remember. So, if you want to poke at my brain, be my guest!

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[twst-drabbles]

Glad that your lights came back on so soon. At least that's something positive that's happened

The house I live in is pretty damaged so I half expected the lights to not come on until a few days later. Happens often enough that we have an entire box dedicated to battery powered stuff and even a generator for emergencies. Hate that generator though. It's super loud.

But yeah! I can hopefully rest easy and just, enjoy the things I've got done.

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[twst-drabbles]

Okay thank God, lights are back. Was about to lose my mind if I had to sleep in this heat.

Today has been saved!

Hahaha!

Lights went out!!

Fuck! Me!!

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[twst-drabbles]

OOF hope the power comes back soon for ya. I wish you luck

It's just one thing after another. To be fair, I did entirely expect this because there's construction work going on outside, but still!!! Can't I have a break?!

Well, at least I have my battery powered things with me so I won't be hot.

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[twst-drabbles]

Hahaha!

Lights went out!!

Fuck! Me!!

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[twst-drabbles]

I'm sorry to hear things are not going too great - can definitely understand (going thru it too 🙃), it always sucks when it piles up like that

I love your writing so much and I just wanted to send smt in. I hope things look up for you really, really soon!!! I'm wishing and sending lots of good luck your way!!

I hope so as well, I really need that uplift. Well, I'll probably be fine when I go to sleep. Sleep is nice for that mental reset, when I'm still a little off from that crawling dread. Hopefully I'll actually want to eat soon, lost my appetite from all that.

It's a coin-toss as to whether I'll be writing more or writing less, the brain is a weird little thing after all. Probably more, though I'll likely be more towards my little solo-journaling things. Hmm, I might post those solo-journal writing things on neocities at some point before posting them on my main blog. Been getting into Iron Valley for that comfy thing even though it's not really a solo-journaling thing. It's nice. It's fun.

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[twst-drabbles]

Heartslabyul 7

Summary: The plant nymphs always finish eating before you do. So, you watch them skitter about as you continue munching. Fast little walkers, all of them are. It’s nice to hear their little feet on the table.

(I’m… not having a good time. The house was without water for a bit and we got it back, but then the house sprung a gas leak so we were without hot water just as a cold front came in. And we have a gas stove, so we couldn’t boil water. And then I found the body of a stray cat I liked right on top of that. Back to back. Really puts a damper on the good mood I finally managed to grab after months of apathy… I need a distraction.)

Honestly, it was rather difficult for you to eat early in the morning. Nothing to do with sleepiness muting your hunger, more that your appetite just wasn’t present. Your stomach growled, it twisted this way and that almost to the point of nausea, but no matter what you looked at, nothing grabbed at you.

So, instead of looking for something to spark that craving, you just picked a bland enough food that won’t overwhelm you with its taste and texture.

Little pit-pats quickly raced towards you and you looked down. Ace bounced on one foot as he struggled to pull himself up on the lip of the bowl. When he finally got his torso over, Ace took one look, one sniff of what you’re scooping up, and his face creased up in a disappointed frown.

You took another bite and pushed Ace off with your pinky. “Get off, you’re not getting anything from me.”

Ace glared at you, grabbed your napkin just to spite you, and stomped off. Well, not quite stomped. His feet pattered against the table in that way budgies do when they’re really determined to get to a place without flying. You’re pretty sure these little creatures are incapable of walking slowly.

Not even Trey and Riddle are exempt from this. Trey’s steps were very close to one another as he set up the table for the Roseling. In his concentration, he walked with the same amount of purpose as Ace was doing.

The chair Riddle was supposed to be sitting at was empty, for he beamed out of it as soon as he saw Ace being a little brat. His petals were fluffed up and jiggled almost violently with his quick steps as he raced to Ace with that stormy look on his face.

Ace, snickering to himself obliviously, threw the napkin right over the munching Deuce. Suddenly without vision, Deuce sat up in a panic and dashed around the table, flapping about in an effort to get it off but can’t.

You snorted just as Riddle gave Ace a good smack on the head and a binding thistle for his pranks.

Cater and his clones, who were tapping away at your phone at maximum efficiency, looked up just as Deuce knocked right into him. Like a set of bowling pins, all the Caters were knocked and scattered away.

You finally decided to intervene and cupped Deuce just as he was about to roll right over the edge. “Woah, careful there.”

One Cater was rubbing at his head while the others skittered right over to your hand. Almost gliding, the way they all walked. They each grabbed a side of the napkin and ripped it apart. Deuce’s head popped out through the whole like a sprout, clearly confused and but relieved to be free.

Trey had stopped his set up for a moment, looking over the chaos with a skeptical eye. His attention was on Riddle squeaking at Ace who sat on the ground, grumpy. Then it landed on your hand as the Caters patted at Deuce was still a little dizzy from all that rolling.

Then he noticed you looking at him. You raised an eyebrow and only then did Trey just, looked away. Continued to set up the table like he didn’t notice anything was wrong.

Just to bother Trey a little bit, you reached over and poked Trey’s legs. He jumped up a good three inches into the air before skittering around faster.

You chuckled. You really like the way they all walked.

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This only cropped up in my brain today but I’ve been brainstorming my own nymph and wanted to know about their nature. Like is it typical that they have to exist in groups like the Heartslabyul nymphs, or can they live independently? And are you okay with fan based pets based on your au? Not in a way that the caretaker would take care of them but just like, caretaker would come across another nymph in someone else’s yard like seeing someone’s pet friend

Hohohoho yes I'm very much okay with anyone making fan-based pets on this au of mine. In fact, I encourage it! I love seeing people's creativity flow out!

But anyways, yes, it's standard nymph behavior to be in group due to their naturally social nature, but they can found scouting around on their own. Most nymphs that are found on their own are usually on a search for a group to belong in, or they're just looking for some seeds or plants to take with them. The more nymphs they can adopt into their group, the better, because then they can all work together to make their garden territory bigger and also provide for their main flower.

Typically, the little plant nymphs tend to be older than the main flower, but it's not unusual for a main flower to be on their own and find new plant nymphs to care for and be cared for in turn.

They won't die if they're on their own. Some plant nymphs can be extremely picky about who they want to belong with, and who their main flower should be. There have been instances of plant nymphs outright leaving their main flower because they prove to be too selfish, or tyrannical. Some may even outright kill their main flower if they're a danger to the garden they've crafted.

So, while a solitary plant nymph is a little weird, it's not something to be alarmed by. For all we know, they could just be an adventuring plant nymph looking for seeds to put in their garden later. Or they're just seeing the sights. They're smart enough to have hobbies of their own. Besides, they're actually a good sight to see. If one sees a plant nymph wandering in your garden, that means you have something good going on in there.

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