#i thought she had just made normal rice so my absolute glee when opened the pot and saw peas

[muirneach]

i havent eaten a real hearty meal in ages it feels like but i just got home and my mama made jerk chicken and rice and peas and roasted broccoli+cauliflower oh my god humanity restored

[amjustagirl]

Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven. ~ eight.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it’s impossible to tame a storm. 

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‘Y'know, when I asked you to manage 'Tsumu, I never imagined you'd manage him like this.’  Osamu states bluntly, eyebrow raised as Atsumu spends yet another evening seated right by her spot at the till, lobbing playful insults and jokes at her until she snaps at him to ‘shut up for the love of all that is holy and stop disturbing the other customers’ . 

‘Like what?!’ she splutters unconvincingly, her cheeks turning red. 

Osamu gives her a knowing look before he turns away to welcome in another batch of customers. 

Osamu closes the shop on the anniversary of its opening, and throws a small party at a rooftop bar that a friend of his owns. She’s told that her attendance is absolutely mandatory, so even though she has class early next morning, she finds herself with a drink in her hand, staring down at the crowds of downtown Osaka. If she squints, she can see a child pulling her mother to a stop, pointing overhead at the rainbow of neon street lights in awe. 

‘A hundred yen for your thoughts?’ She doesn’t need to turn around to know it’s Atsumu, his lazy drawl far more pronounced than Osamu’s. 

The child in the street below remains rooted to the spot, causing a buildup in the crowd despite her mother’s attempts to pull her away. It makes her think of the first time her parents brought her to visit the city more than a decade ago, and how overwhelmed she felt, surrounded by people and buildings tall enough to touch the sky, so different from her hometown of rolling hills and bamboo groves. 

‘Did you feel sad when you left home?’ she replies with a question of her own. 

‘Nah - was excited, really. Always dreamed of playin’ volleyball in the big leagues, so stayin’ home wasn’t gonna cut it for me, y'know?’ 

‘Heartless. Probably made your mother cry’, she accuses him, and he acknowledges it with a careless laugh. 

‘What about you? Thinkin’ about home?’ he asks, coming to stand beside her, eyes trained on the thin line separating building and sky. 

‘Leaving was necessary’, she responds simply. 

Especially with two older brothers blessed with both brain and brawn, far better suited to inherit her father’s steel forge. But while her father might spend most of the day teaching her brothers how to craft the sharpest knives, his evenings were spent at the kitchen table with her perched on his lap, learning to balance numbers in his account books. And with her schoolteacher mother drilling into her head the importance of an education, moving down to Osaka for an accountancy degree seemed less like a choice and more like an inevitable conclusion. 

He frowns at her silence. ‘Did you get kidnapped by aliens or somethin’? Usually you’d be snappin’ at me, or scolding me, or shouting at me for being a dick – completely undeserved, by the way’.

‘I just seem quiet because you talk too much. Has anyone ever told you that?’ she retorts. But there is no fire in her words, and he only chortles in response. 

They watch in silence as the crowd below them slowly starts to thin out as the dusk fades into night. The cold night air bites through her thin sweater into her skin, and she shivers, unconsciously shifting closer towards Atsumu’s warmth. He shoots her a look that’s halfway between a smile and a smirk as he slides his jacket over her shoulders, and she pretends the flush on her cheeks is from the alcohol in her drink. 

But she can’t help but lean into him, letting herself drown in the heat of his hand on her hip and the storm in his eyes. 

Osamu’s eyes cloud in disapproval when he finds out she and Atsumu are dating. ‘He’d better not run off my accountant, that’s all I can say’. 

‘Osamu! Atsumu’s your twin!’ she scolds, arm deep in a vat of rice water. 

‘Exactly’, he responds with a snort. ‘I’m not sure you realise how much of a dick ‘Tsumu can be, ‘specially when all he’s hungry for is chasing a win. I hope you’re ready to handle that.’ 

‘You’re just worried because you’re too cheap to hire a qualified accountant to do your books’ she grouses and he looks like he’s about to snark back, but the chatter of their first customers of the day entering the shop signals the end of their conversation. 

Dating Atsumu isn’t as bad as Osamu makes it out to be. She’s careful not to ask too much of him when he’s busy with training and competitions, and in any case her schedule is full enough with school and her job, but they make the effort of video calling each other at least twice a week if he’s travelling, and if he’s in town, they spend Friday nights with multiple boxes of pizza (Atsumu’s appetite is enormous) , bickering over what movie to watch next. 

He insists she watch as many games of his as possible, and he spends so much time crowing about his plays that she should be annoyed, but she finds herself charmed by the childlike enthusiasm in his voice. ‘That’s probably why you’re the only one that can stand him’, Osamu comments but she pays him no mind. He’s in the audience cheering for her when she graduates, and takes her out for a fancy meal when she lands her first job ( no, Osamu, working at Onigiri Miya doesn’t count, no matter what you say). 

Their paths might not always converge but when they do, there’s the quiet contentment of finding shelter in each other, and she quickly becomes addicted to the warmth of that feeling in her heart. 

‘Stop being a baby’, she scolds, as she peels back the sports tape on Atsumu’s back with deliberate care. ‘It’s your fault for going for practice with a strained shoulder and not listening to your physiotherapist!’

‘Don’t nag darlin’, I had to – it was Hinata-kun’s first practice with us!’ He’s practically buzzing in his seat with glee, and she can’t help the soft smile that grows on her face. 

‘There - all done’, she says, and she can’t help but run her hand to rest in the dip of his spine.  

‘What would I do without you?’ he asks, shooting her a roguish smile that distracts her long enough that he’s able to pull her into his lap. 

‘Idiot’, she huffs fondly, and he chuckles in reply, the sound warming her heart. ‘Hey ‘Tsumu?’ she says again, pushing his wandering hands away. 

‘You called, doll?’ he quirks an eyebrow at her, hands heavy against her hips. 

‘I love you’, she whispers against the broad expanse of his chest. 

‘I know’, he says with light laughter in his voice, and swallows her outraged cry ‘arsehole!’  by sliding his mouth over hers until her breath starts to stutter and she closes her eyes. 

There is a storm raging outside, but she pays it no mind. 

Her stomach churns when she sees the faint line on the test she bought in a panic during her lunch break, and she now wonders whether the nausea she’s been feeling the past week was not a bug she thought she caught, but actually morning sickness after all. That thought makes her feel like puking her guts out again and she does - unceremoniously every morning for weeks after that. 

Atsumu’s in the middle of a series of matches away from home, and she knows he’s warned her again and again not to distract him especially when the championship is within his team’s reach, but the rising swell of panic in her throat outwrestles any rational thought she has left in her head, so she finds herself blurting it out to him the minute they log on for their twice weekly call. 

‘You’re pregnant?’ he echoes blankly, rubbing a disbelieving hand over his face. ‘How?’ 

‘D’you remember the gala night for the opening of the season when I was on antibiotics for an ear infection?’ He nods dumbly, and she twists her fingers in her lap. ‘Yeah… Well I figure it must have happened then.’ 

The connection of their call crackles, and she strains her ears for his response. It doesn’t come. 

‘Tsumu?’ 

‘Right.’ he finally says. ‘So what are you going to do about it?’

‘I...don’t know,’ she confesses. 

They’re both barely on the cusp of adulthood, and the thought of bringing a new life into the world that she’d be wholly responsible floods her with a tidal wave of fear and dread and anxiety that does not ebb away. She’s not sure her boss will take too kindly to finding out she’s pregnant, much less so out of wedlock, especially since she’s barely a year into her job, and she doesn’t even want to think about the dishonour and shame she’ll bring to her family - though a part of her is willing to brave her father’s disapproval and her mother’s tears just to feel their arms around her again. 

But her hands are drawn to the slight swell of her belly, and perhaps it’s sentiment clouding her mind, she’s not sure she has it within her to stamp out the flicker of life budding within her after nights filled with dreams of a child with her smile and Atsumu’s eyes. 

‘Look - I’ve got to go. We’ll talk when I get home, ok?’ he mutters, logging off before she can say goodbye. 

But he doesn’t - not even when his team wins the championship and she finds out from the team’s social media that he’s returned back to Osaka. 

Her calls go unanswered, her texts remain unread, and with desperation rising in her chest she turns to Osamu - even though she initially swore to herself she wasn’t going to drag him into the messes that Atsumu tends to make. But the laws in Japan require the consent of the father if she wants to get rid of the problem (though it feels wrong to term it like that), and he’s the closest male friend she trusts enough to step up to the plate. 

‘Fuckin’ pig’ he snarls, slamming his fist down on the counter so hard it makes her jump back in shock at seeing the normally mild-mannered Osamu lose his temper and react with such obvious rage. But he calms down quickly to close his shop early and walk her home. 

‘It’ll be fine’, he promises her. ‘You’ll see’. 

She’s not sure she trusts Osamu’s definition of fine, not when Atsumu turns up on her doorstep that same night with a smear of blood under his nose and a purple bruise over his right eye. She stares at him, her arms folded across her chest.

‘What do you have to say for yourself, Miya?’, she says, and he winces at her use of his surname, scratching the back of his head sheepishly.  

‘I freaked out ok? Finding out that you got pregnant - that I’m going to be a  dad  made me panic ‘cos I’m totally not ready for that  shit  - even though Osamu’s right, I’m a piece of crap and you’re probably going through so much worse and I should do right by you -.’

‘Atsumu, what are you even saying?!’ She interrupts, exasperated. 

‘I’m asking you to jump off a cliff with me’, he says, lifting his chin to return her stare.

‘Wha-’ 

‘Marry me.’ He cuts in softly, bringing his hand to cup her face, brushing his thumb across the corner of her lip. ‘It’s gonna be one hell of a ride, but you and I - we’ll get through this together’. 

She’s struck dumb, suddenly reminded of how being with Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. While there’s the thrill of being near enough to witness the sky collapsing into a torrent of rain and hear the wind descend into howls of rage, there’s also the lingering fear that the next flash of lightning might mean pain, or even death. 

But Atsumu’s eyes are clear pools of light, and she can only see  hope  reflected within it. She wonders if it mirrors the hope in her heart too. 

So she says yes, and catches his smile in her hands. 

They hold a small wedding at the Miya family shrine with their respective families as quickly as they can before the swell of her belly is unable to be hidden by the folds of her shiro-muku, the traditional white of her kimono a stark contrast against the black and gold of Atsumu’s montsuki. Her face is hidden under the weight of her headdress and her hands tremble as she clasps her kaiken, a blade her father forged himself, and her mother’s bamboo fan to her belt. She does not breathe until she and Atsumu take their third sip of sake from the nuptial cup. 

Osamu is obviously appointed as the best man, and after the ceremony is over, he slaps Atsumu on the back before pressing a careful kiss to her cheek. ‘You’ve downgraded from being my accountant to my sister’, he tells her, and she has to hide her teary laugh behind her hands. But her heart is full and she throws her arms around his neck until Atsumu clears his throat playfully and she pulls away to greet her family. 

‘Take care of her’, her father says, the threat in his and her brothers’ eyes amplified by their wedding gift to her of their sharpest knives. Atsumu meets their gaze evenly and laughs, unfazed. 

‘I will’, he says, and he kisses her with his promise still on his lips. 

[fatefulfaerie]

A Century Apart Part 1/2

Kakariko without the stench of blood in the air was frankly sickening to Zelda’s lungs. 

She had trouble breathing in the air that took so long to clear, that had forgotten the war of a century prior, that was normal to an entire country of people that had become accustomed to a post-apocalyptic Hyrule. 

When she had first arrived here, Link draped as best as she could manage over his horse, she was frankly overwhelmed with nausea, some of it due to her worry at Link collapsing moments after an unanswered question, some of it due to the blood caked on his tunic, and some of it due to her terrible, terrible, stomach twisting guilt for making it here alive. 

It was night now, and the twelve hours that Link spent recuperating in his slumber had felt to Zelda like an entire week. She tossed around a circular slice of orange carrot as she sat with worry twinging her heart. Normally sitting on the floor to eat as the Sheikah were accustomed to would have made her back hurt, but she paid little mind to her back.

Impa cleared her throat, and so Zelda looked up and across the table. The noise was so familiar that she almost expected to see the Impa she knew, in her twenties and incredibly agile.

Yet this Impa had eyes that had aged, eyes that had faded from a red as bright as cranberries to a hazel, a common side effect of Sheikah aging.

“You’ve hardly touched your food,” Impa said, wrinkles and all, her face more spotted and much more round nowadays. “I know the carrots aren’t your absolute favorite but you always used to love when I made Seafood Rice Balls.”

Zelda nodded, and faked a small smile, although it came off as a simple pursing of her lips.

“Yeah, I…I remember,” she muttered quietly as she tore away her glance, looking back down at her plate. The scientist within her knew that she was, in fact, hungry and needed food to sustain herself, yet the princess with her wasn’t quite ready for such indulgence, for such luxury. 

She began with a carrot.

It was soft, obviously well-cooked as her teeth bit upon food for the first time in a hundred years. It was buttered and salted and spiced with something she didn’t recognize, something they wouldn’t have typically served at the castle.

She almost forgot how to swallow as the chewed-up orange mush threatened to trail down her throat, but she gulped the single slice of carrot down nonetheless. 

It felt strange, eating, and it felt strange that it felt strange.

She could tell Impa was watching her eat, especially as she dove the chopsticks into the Rice Balls that, over a hundred years, she forgot she missed.

“When was the last time Link was in Kakariko?” Zelda asked, reacquainting herself with the texture and taste of the white rice, the seasoned fish on top of it, the leafy seaweed around it. She didn’t dare to meet Impa’s glance.

“About a week ago,” Impa said. “He came to restock, as he does occasionally. It wasn’t a long visit, though. I suppose he had places to be.”

Zelda nodded, using the cloth napkin on her lap to wipe away any stray particles of food from her mouth. It was almost an instinct, the way she was trained to always be proper, the way her back was straight were she sat, the way she refused to let herself be and just put her elbows on the table. Paya obviously had no problem with it when she ate earlier. Zelda envied her casual manner, living decades upon decades away from a kingdom.

Zelda didn’t expect Impa to reach out and grab her hand, and thus she almost ripped her hand away she was so unaccustomed to it. Zelda looked up.

“He is going to be okay,” Impa insisted slowly and calmly with eyes aged with wisdom. Zelda had no choicest to truly trust them. “He pushed himself very hard to save Hyrule and to bring you back. I would wager he hasn’t slept in days…and the injuries he ignored, well, it’s about time they caught up to him.”

“S-sorry to interrupt,” Paya stammered. Zelda didn’t even hear her come back down the stairs. “It…it’s Link.”

“What’s wrong?” Zelda asked standing up completely panicked. “Is he okay?”

“Oh gosh I shouldn’t have phrased it like that,” Paya said. “He’s fine, he’s just stirring. You said you wanted to be there when he woke up?”

“Yes,” Zelda said, nodding, her hand lightly fisted at her chest. “Y-yes, of course. Please lead the way.”

He didn’t look any different when Zelda finished the last steps of the stairs, Link coming into view. His face was still terribly scratched up and bruised. The only difference now was that Paya had-and she would have to ask later how a Sheikah could be so stealthy as to wrap a person’s chest without waking them up-dressed Link in bandages to brace his broken ribs. There was a fair amount of blood on the bed from the gash on his leg, but it seemed to be well-sewn up now, the wound cleaned and covered with a fresh bandage. There was also a half-empty bottle of a familiar dark purple elixir, a common painkiller among Hylians. Zelda used to use it for headaches.

She could she the way his blue eyes had begun to shine through eyelids. The room was dark, lighted only with candles that smelled of lavender and honey. It seemed so long ago that they had brought Link in, Zelda suggesting they keep the main lanterns in the room doused so that Link could perhaps sleep sounder.

“Link?” She asked as she stepped forward, the combination of her lack of stealth and her thin brown sandals making the wooden floor creak.

She knelt at his bedside and repeated her query.

“Link,” she said. It was now a whisper, like she was pretending to be the lover she never was to him.

The fatigued hero hummed as he blinked open his eyes lethargically.

“Zelda,” he said, softly in his half-awake state with a small smile. The former princess assumed it was because he knew of her presence before his head rolled over to her and he flipped out with wide eyes. It was as if someone had put smelling salt underneath his nose, the way he bolted upright.

“P-princess! I…” Zelda watched with equal parts awe and glee as he ignored the extremely likely pain in his ribs to fix his messy bedhead. Not to say he was in any way successful. “I’m sorry, I…”

“Link,” Zelda said, in such a soothing way that Link froze immediately. It may have also been because she placed a hand on his cheek. Zelda gently guided him back down to lay on the pillow.

“You look fine,” she assured him. “And you are in no condition to do anything but rest.”

Link’s icy blue eyes pleaded for something Zelda couldn’t place. They looked at her, studied her in a way Zelda wasn’t used to.

“Princess, I…” he began, but his words faltered, as if his intended sentence just walked off a cliff, accidentally ran out of room on the ledge and was now falling and forgotten. “I would like to call you Zelda,” he finally said. “Is that all right?”

Zelda nodded, and had to keep from tearing up.

“Yes,” she said, water making her green eyes shine like emeralds. “I would actually prefer that.”

It looked as if Link had something else to say, and yet he hesitated with a hitched breath. Zelda hesitated too, not what to say, but whether or not it was fair to reveal that she could read him like a book. It was a byproduct of their time together a hundred years ago, a time he may not have any recollection of at all, a time he may even be scared of. It was for those reasons that she demonstrated her patience instead, taking his hand and fooling herself that she was conveying her care with her eyes.

“I remember you, by the way,” Link said.

Zelda shifted slightly. There were so many memories between them and so many things that could be assumed between the memories that she couldn’t help but fear what story he had construed.

“I remember you not liking me,” Link continued, Zelda sighing, opening and closing her eyes with a slight cringe. Of all the things for him to remember. 

But he didn’t stop there.

“I remember you warming up to me and us becoming friends…at least I think.”

Zelda had looked down at her hand, the way her thumb ran up and down his palm.

“Do you remember anything else?” Zelda asked, tilting up her head. Link seemed genuinely out of answers and that’s what broke her heart the most.

“Is there something I should remember?” Link asked. Zelda shook her head.

“No,” Zelda said quietly, detaching her hand from Link’s. “It’s nothing of consequence.”

She moved her hand to his forehead, brushing aside a lock of his dirty blonde bangs. 

“I’m glad you’re recovering well, Link,” she said softly. “I’ll leave you to your rest. We can talk more later if you’d like.”

She stood up to leave but didn’t get far, Link’s hand grabbing her wrist and seizing her heart.

“Wait,” was the word he spoke to explain himself. Zelda turned her head to look over her shoulder. She couldn’t help but be surprised that Link had indeed, meant to grab her, was entreating her with those soulful blue eyes, deep as an ocean and filled to the brim with conflicting emotions.

“There’s more to it than what I remember,” he said. “There’s…well there’s how those memories make me feel.”

“What do you mean?” Zelda said, turning her body but refusing to kneel at his bedside, her cautious heart already shattered enough to not risk being broken even more.

“Whenever I remembered something that happened between us,” Link began. “I would try to draw you, would try to capture your beauty, but the image of you was always fleeting. Sometimes I forgot whether your hair was truly blonde, whether your eyes were brown or green, whether or not freckles dotted upon your nose, your cheeks, what the shape of your face was. But each time I tried to draw you I felt like I was getting both closer to and farther away from perfection.”

“Link,” Zelda said as she shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t either at first,” Link continued. “I didn’t understand why I was so enthralled by your beauty, why the sound of your voice twinged my heart, why the thought of your touch made me feel the warmth of my blood.” 

Zelda knew what he was describing, and she knew it well. It was for that reason that she couldn’t believe his words, that she searched within her lungs for the ability to breathe.

“Link,” she said breathlessly, finally kneeling down. “A-are you saying…?

She couldn’t even finish her question but Link nodded nonetheless.

“Once I realized it was a crush,” he said. “I tried to ignore it, telling myself that nothing in my memories indicated anything more than an obligatory friendship, that it was disrespectful to think in such a way of someone who was royalty, but…” He bit his lip. “No cliff was as easy to descend as the one that dictates love. I fell quickly and I fell fast. It felt familiar too, like something was in ruins inside me but this time, it was simple to salvage, to rebuild and to…” Link chuckled. “I can’t think of another word.”

Zelda was speechless, her mouth slightly parted and her eyes frozen. Link didn’t expect his declaration of love to be so paralyzing.

“I-I guess I,” Link said, continuing in the absence of Zelda’s words. “I kind of got the feeling that you also have similar…” Link looked for another word, but it didn’t exist in his brain “…feelings…” He inwardly cringed. “So I figured I would bring up the subject...but maybe I...shouldn’t...have?”

Zelda was quiet, almost too quiet, before she stood and finally said five words, five words that left Link in the dust of such an anticlimactic response.

“You never talked this much,” she said, before shooting him with green eyes filled with conflict and pity and turning around to walk back down the stairs.

[pywackett-barchetta]

No Signal

[An anonymous commission for a Touhou size story. It’s been forever and a day since I’ve done one of these, but I figured I’d take up the opportunity! tldr; Reimu flattens a cell tower because sure.]

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"I mean… I guess it is kind of an eyesore." The ordinary magician shrugged, leaning back and snapping the edge off of another rice cracker between her teeth as she stared off from the shrine.

"Well, yeah… but more importantly, it's suspicious!" The Hakurei shrine maiden leapt to her feet, sweeping an arm out and pointing her gohei defiantly toward the massive metallic structure in the distance. It stood taller than even Gensokyo's most gargantuan oni (at least on most days), its tallest dolls (admittedly, a much higher bar than one would think, thanks to the concerted efforts of one particular dollmaker), and whatever that contraption the Moriya Shrine cooked up that one time was. The floorboards creaked as she frustratedly strode past the miniature bug cage 'house' set out on the floor, its diminutive denizen flinging the door open and startling back at the comparatively colossal FWUMP of a titanic tabi sock thundering down in front of her home.

"Hey, watch it! I thought we agreed my house was going back up on the table!" The purple-haired kobito shouted up, a surprisingly loud little force, but ignored with a shrug nonetheless as the 'massive' miko poured some more tea.

"So, what's got you all keyed up about it?" Marisa casually chimed in. "Yeah, it's a big weird tower, and around here, those tend to summon ancient evils or lightning or be some sort of other incident thing, so I get it. But this is a, uh… 'cell tower', right? Not gonna lie, I kinda checked out a few minutes into Sanae's explanation, but it's sorta like the yin-yang orb for you, right?"

Reimu let a moment pass in contemplation as she sat back at the shrine's edge in the sunlight, taking a sip of her tea. "Yeah, she was saying something about macrocells and picocells and Gees, but… It's a big obvious tower! That's pretty much always bad, especially when they're involved!"

"Lemme guess, even if they're serious, because it's the Moriya Shrine getting all the credit, it's bad for business~?" The magician snickered.

"I didn't say that! It's just… you see it's an incident waiting to happen, too, right? They're always making everything that much more of a pain!"

"Why don't you just go stomp on it, then? Isn't that a big clumsy giant's answer to everything?" The voice of the little princess pipes up from the floor again, and her face pales as the two 'titans' go silent and turn to look down to her from high above her tiny two-inch-tall frame. "...what? You heard me! You almost flattened me again this morning!"

Marisa chuckled to herself as she watched the gears turning in Reimu's mind. Of course.

'Of course!', thought Reimu. "...hey, that mallet's all charged, right?"

"Yep! Just finished up today, so finally I can grow big again for a while!"

"...can you grow me big instead?"

She startled back at this. "W-what!? Why would I do that!?" THWOOM, THWOOM, the miko's palms slam down on either side of her, enormous eyes staring down, like a wild animal cornering their prey… but with a glimmer of excitement. No, not just a glimmer; she seemed absolutely thrilled, with childlike glee.

"You've done it before, right? Just make me big again! I'll put your house wherever you want or whatever, just… make me a giant!"

Already thoroughly towered over, the massive magician didn't help matters for Shinmyoumaru by leaning in with a chuckle. "I don't think you've got much choice here."

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"Growwwwwwwww big!"

"..."

"Pff."

"Make me bigger!"

"Um, tha-"

"Don't tell her yet."

"Make me giant!"

"Are we really just gonna watch her-"

"Oh, absolutely."

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Some time later, when the Hakurei shrine maiden remembered the mallet was only usable by the kobito themselves and had begrudgingly, blushingly handed it back to its usual owner, she stood outside the shrine.

"Alright… this time for sure."

"Are you seriously ready…?"

"Yeah, I'm ready! Let's go, already!"

"Okay! I'd rather it be me, but… groowwwwwww big!"

The Miracle Mallet began to glow a glorious vibrant gold, its wielder locking her gaze on the woman she focused its power upon. Soon, the shrine maiden began to radiate those dazzling colors as well, and lifting herself off the ground in flight, stretched her arms out to embrace this. (Purely for dramatic effect, of course, but it's not like anyone could judge.) And sure enough, her body began to slowly expand…

A symphony ensued, for those near enough to hear it. Tough, resilient tabi socks slowly stretching to fit gradually growing feet, her toes and soon her heels back to touching the ground despite her high vantage point. The creaking and trembling of the earth beneath her feet to take on someone of supernaturally supreme size… The stretching of skin and fabric keeping up with her as the view below dwindled down and down and down…

THOOM. THOOM.

The shrine shook and rattled as the newfound giant stamped her colossal soles down on each side of it, her shadow blotting out the grounds below as the others stared up in awe from below. Shinmyoumaru gulped. Marisa simply let out a whistle of surprise, a dramatic undersell for, as she now noted from the soft white horizon before her, a best friend growing so huge that one toe eclipsed her entire body.

"This is even cooler than last time!" Her enormous voice roared throughout Gensokyo, those just below her hastily covering their ears as she looked around this world in awe. Sure, she usually saw it from this height, but not with her feet on the ground. "Back to business, though. I'll go stomp on that thing and go from there, I guess." She waved her hand in a casual goodbye as she thundered off towards the horizon, leaving her houseguests to simply watch as she did so.

"Have fun!"

"...what have I done."

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THOOM, THOOM. THOOM, THOOM.

Gensokyo shook and rumbled at every leviathan footfall of the massive miko; vast expanses of trees and flowers and wide open paths were unceremoniously pounded into deep, tabi-shaped craters. Villages trembled and shook, tengu flitting between the trees to try to cover what this strange seismic event may be before the Hakurei shrine maiden was inevitably called in to put a stop to it… Well, not this time. Fairies and youkai hurtled out of her path in astonishment and awe; as if she wasn't enough of a force of nature normally, being 200 meters tall made things a whole lot more obvious!

She'd saved these lands countless times, so for a bit, she didn't mind the sensation of it all going crunch under her heels, or the sounds of the ground cracking with each THWOOM of her soles down against Gensokyo's surface. Even the Underworld was shaking a little…

As she peers down, she notices a little green speck floating in her path; even from that high up, it's barely at her waist. "Out of my way."

"I already explained it to you! It's just transmitting RF signals!" The goddess-slash-shrine-maiden piped up, from the path of the lumbering behemoth. It didn't even slow her.

"Should've said that before you put it up. Still an unauthorized building, still knocking it down." In all honesty, she just really wanted to stomp on it at this point, but this'd be a suitable, if flimsy, excuse.

"But I did-!" Her protests are cut short as the giant bears down on her, continuing to walk straight in an unstoppable march, Sanae's view slowly filling with nothing but the mega miko's midriff. She turns to flee, flying as fast as she can, but those immense strides catch up almost instantly, being bowled into by the behemoth's belly, stuck up against it like a bug to a windshield (if far more unharmed). She watched on begrudgingly as the rampaging Reimu thundered towards the tower… it looked positively tiny in comparison.

Even as the humongous Hakurei stopped to stand before it, chuckling as it didn't even come up to her waist, Sanae found herself still stuck to the soft stomach of the giant woman, a strange sensation of comfort from the warm body heat of her…business rival? Fellow incident-solver? Something like that.

Reimu lifted her massive, giant foot, leaning it and much of her colossal weight against the cell tower.

Ggrrnnnnnnn….

Under that unfathomable mass, it begins to buckle and shear apart, the metal letting out a deafening shriek as the mighty mountain's socks softly smother it. Supports snap and spark, the massive monument collapsing in portions, a giddy chuckle escaping her as she wiggled her toes.

She raises her foot up high once more, over that crumpled heap…

THOOMMMMmmmmm….

...and smashes it down, flattening all that hard work in under a minute. With a twist of her foot, she grinds the last of it down to nothing, smirking despite herself as she plucks Sanae up off of her.

"There. Anything else I should know about?"

"...no?"

"That's awfully unconvincing for someone in the palm of my hand, y'know."

"No, that was it… I thought we'd finally get, like, texting in Gensokyo, even if our own version… maybe someday."

"Well, next time, just have your gods ask nicely first, okay?"

"Okay…" She was too winded to put up much of a fight right now, as it was. This’d blow over eventually; surely her gods would understand that divine wrath is a bit stranger around here...

[thebardisabird]

*sings* TEENAGE MATSU PARENT PROBLEMS, TEENAGE MATSU PARENT PROBLEMS. Allow me to fulfill this request with absolute fucking GLEE! UNDER THE CUT!

Osomatsu She slinked down the stairs, trying her hardest to be quiet in heels. Her friends were parked around the corner, ready to round her up for the party they’d heard about across town. Peeking around the corner she exhaled in relief, her father not asleep on the couch like he normally was each at. Tip-toeing to the front door she barely wrapped her hand around the handle when it swung open. 

“I swear Choromatsu cheats evvvvvery time” Osomatsu griped drunkenly, “That’s the lassssst time I play rock, paper, scissors. Pulling rock all the time issss a fucking chump move.” He slammed the door behind him, much to his daughters surprise, “WHEN AM I GONNA WIN?!”  She covered her ears at his shouting, desperately trying not to make a sound, seeing as how he didn’t seem to notice her there. The door clicked open quietly, but just as she pulled it open once more, a hand clapped onto her shoulder. His daughter was spun around, Osomatsu donning a serious, sobered look as he shut the door softly.  “Your uncle maaaaay be an idiot,” he slurred, “But that doesssn’t make me one, kid. Immediately she went to pout “Ughhh but Daaaaad my friends- “ “Nope!” he cut her off, “Don’t wanna hear it. Upstairs you go.”  She huffed, stomping up the stairs with her fists balled at her sides. “And burn those clothes!” Osomatsu called after her, “In fact, we’re going to the nun store tomorrow!” His head hurt thinking about how fast his daughter growing and he wasn’t ready to deal with her already trying to sneak out and wear adult’s clothes so soon. What a nun store was, he didn’t know, but at the moment he was too drunk to care.  Karamatsu  Abruptly was how he woke, lyrics snapping into his thoughts with haste. Karamatsu slipped quietly out of bed, the goal to tip toe his way to his study so he could scrawl his words out before they left his memory. He made it down the hall and downstairs, almost passing the kitchen before a hint of movement caught his eye.  Turning his head, he caught his daughter, clad in a bodycon dress and booties trying to quietly undo the locks of the backdoor. Immediately his brows dropped in a serious stare, arms folding at the sight of his daughter,  “And just where does my little firefly think she’s going at such a late hour?”  His daughter yelped, not expecting anyone to be awake so late. She peered shakily over to her father, who was leaning against the wall. His expression was what she liked to call his ‘mafia face’ -  because that look seemed like it could kill.  “D-Daddy! I...was...”  Dammit. Nothing came to her on the fly.  “Surely my precious, good-natured, angel of a daughter wasn’t about to leave the safety of her home to go gallivanting into the night wearing next to nothing, was she?” He cocked an eyebrow, stern look still hardening his features.  She’d been caught. No denying that now. Taking her hands off the door she sighed in defeat, “No, Daddy...”  He pushed up off the wall to let her pass him, “Good! Then get some rest sweetheart, you’ll spend tomorrow morning polishing my guitars with me!”  Her face sunk, “Daddy you have like 50 of them!”  Karamatsu snapped his fingers as he walked toward his study, guffawing on the way, “Then you should sleep soon, you’ll need your energy!” 

Choromatsu  Dressed in a miniskirt and crop top, she peered around the corner to find the living room dark. She had plans to meet up some friends up the block, who, funny enough, had the person she liked with them. Nearly squealing at the thought of getting to spend a little time with her crush, she shuffled over to the door. As quickly as she’d managed to get the thing open, she still heard the faint click to her left.

A light came on - and under it was the half-illuminated face of her father, sitting calmly with a hand folded into his lap. His glasses held a menacing sheen under the artificial lighting and she paled at the sight.  “It’s 2:30 in the morning.” Choromatsu said flatly. Aware she couldn’t see it, his eyes narrowed in fatherly irritation. Wearing something that barely covered her legs and heading out in the middle of the night? Unacceptable.  She stood there like a dear in headlights, “U-Um...hi, Dad?”  Choromatsu pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean...I don’t think this even bares mentioning, but you know you’re grounded right?”  The exasperated expression she paid him reminded him of his own in his younger days. She groaned in frustration and headed back to her room, trying not to cry in the process. He watched her trudge back, faintly catching her mumble about meeting someone she liked, and he instantly felt bad for his daughter. He hated being the stern out of the parents, but it always seemed to end up that way. Choromatsu sighed, a father’s responsibility wasn’t always a fair or easy one...and watching her get older was sometimes hard. It felt like just yesterday she was dancing with him to one of his old Nyaa-chan singles. How time flies. Choromatsu promised himself he’d be lighter on the topic when they’d awake the next day, but in the meantime...

From under his lap he pulled the latest volume of the manga he was invested in. In this situation it was easier for him to seem like he was an overly concerned parent than to really explain why he was awake in the living room so late.

Ichimatsu  This wasn’t going to be easy. She donned a black dress, short enough to show off enough skin to catch some eyes on the dance floor she planned to tear up. Hoping the hue of her ensemble would cloak her in darkness, she trudged on. Up and out of her window, sliding down a makeshift rope and landing quickly on her feet. Cat-like reflexes handed down in her blood-line - she had to be thankful for that much. Brushing off some stray debris, she walked steadily out toward the side of the house,  being careful that her boots didn’t catch on anything. She was nearly down the block when a soft noise caught her attention.  Blinking, she was immediately startled at the feeling of something brushing against her calf. Looking up at her was a small tabby, green eyes shining against the moonlight and tail upright at friendly attention. She bit her lip, gently willing the creature away.  “Shoo, little one, shoo! If Daddy hears you...”  A headrub to her ankle was the response, before a quick meow sounded from it. Her fingers grazed behind its ears to appease it. She heard the soft purr of adoration, before the cat’s ears pricked up and soon it dashed from her side.  Strange... Careful steps were taken in the direction she was heading, until just around the corner a figure turned. Her unaware status lead her to smack right into the person, and she quickly mumbled out an apology until she looked up. Staring directly down at her was none other than her father, whose pissed off aura was already coming off in great waves. She whimpered innocently, the frown behind his mask VERY visible.  “P-Papa, I’m so-” “We’re going home.”  How did he even know she was out here?!  Again, the soft meow she heard earlier chimed from behind Ichimatsu’s leg, emerald sheen almost human-like when they narrowed. She silently shot the cat a dirty look, ‘You snitch!’ Looking up at her livid father, she switched her gaze to mimic sad kitten eyes. He drew back slightly, his daughter knew how to play on his weakness. It was hard to be as threatening with her when all he sees is his little girl. The same little girl who looked almost grown up, and it was killing him to think so much time had passed. Still...she was too young for whatever she thought she could accomplish here, and he had a job as her father to make her at least aware that there were rules.  “Tch...” Ichimatsu tapped on her forehead with a knuckle. He leaned down, lowering himself to eye level with his daughter “I have eyes and ears everywhere. Be smart to never forget that before you think of bright ideas like this one.” With that, he brushed past her, leading the way back home. She followed without another word, a quick shudder leaving her. Ichimatsu being lenient with her wasn’t uncommon, but in this particular case, she knew it was because the lecture she’d get in the morning from her mother was going to be far, far worse.  Jyushimatsu A run for it. That was the only way she knew how to make it out if she wanted to go this party. In her short shorts and crop top she dashed out of the house, converses barely making it on her feet. She peeked over her shoulder from time to time, thankful she was alone in her running. That was...at least until she heard a familiar wild laugh. In the distance she heard the quick footsteps of her father chasing after her.  “Shitshitshitshitshit” she chanted, picking up speed, as she rounded the corner. The agility nearly knocked her off balance, but she continued down the streets of Akatsuka, nipping corners and cutting through backyards to evade her speedy parent. She’d taken a great deal after Jyushimatsu, and he almost felt proud - if he wasn’t so angry. Hands pressed to the concrete, she’d made the mistake of turning down a straight lined road. He kicked off, his expression dropping into a thin line as his arms swung at his sides to aid his sprinting. She was easily swept off her feet, Jyushimatsu’s arm catching around her middle and holding her under his armpit like a bag of rice. He skidded to a stop, and huffed out a quick exhale before his exaggerated grin returned. “Haha! Thought you could sneak out!” he laughed, “Dad’s gotcha!”  She flailed slightly in his strong grip, “Aww c’mon Dad, I wasn’t gonna be gone long!”  He looked down at her, smile still in tact, but his eyes stretching to cat-like wideness, “It’s 3 in the morning. The only place you should be is in bed.”  She shrunk back nervously, only to finally bow her head with a groan, “Yes, Daaaaad”  Jyushimatsu lifted his head once more, childlike laughter sounding like cruel mockery, “Ahaha, oh man you have no idea how grounded you are!”  Todomatsu  She was hesitant about meet her friends, but they’d finally convinced her to come out with them around 1 am so she could go dancing with them. Donned in a bustier and highwaisted jeans, she took her pumps in her hands as she slid down the hallway. Paying especially careful to her parents bedroom as she passed, she almost had a heart attack when the soft sound of buzzing filled the air. She clapped a hand over her back pocket, willing the noise to stop - trying desperately to stifle it.  ...Only the noise wasn’t coming from her phone.  “Cute outfit...” a voice taunted sarcastically. Looking over her shoulder she caught the barely lit face of her father, unamused look on his face.

Shit...so the buzzing came from him. Should’ve known, the way he’s attached to that thing.  “You’re fucking nuts if you think, A: you’re going out wearing nothing but a bra, B: that you’re going out at all!” Todomatsu yelled, arms going up in anger. “It’s like 1 in the morning, there’s literally nothing you should be doing right now but sleeping, are you kidding?!”  “Ughhh Daddy, okay, I’m sorry!” she retorted, rolling her eyes. He watched her stomp back toward her room, his eyes narrowing in annoyance, “Yeah, you should be! About to have me up all night worrying about you?! Ridiculous!”  She sighed as she listened to her father drone on, jumping near out of her skin when his fist tapped the door, “You’ll thank me when you’re in your twenties and then all you’ll ever wanna do is sleep!”  Her head hit her pillow, a loud groan escaping her as he continued. “Oh my God, Daddy go to bed!” she whined.  Sneaking out was not worth this. 

[ask-princess-slaughter-shy]

Princess Slaughter Shy 2 (Page 5)

An original My Little Pony Creepypasta by Zaine McCartney 

“Oh, hello Pinkie Pie. How can I help you?” She asked with a kind smile and a bounce in her voice.

     Without a word Pinkie simply pointed over to the Princess. Amy’s eyes followed her hoof and perked up upon seeing the familiar pony she helped not too long ago.

     “Oh! Hello! Nice to see you again!” She tapped her chin, her eyes rolling up into the far right part of her head to dig through her memories for the pony’s name. “Slaughter Shy, right?” The new Princess?”

     Fluttershy stepped forward and pushed Pinkie aside gently. She wanted to put on a front for Amy a front that consists of her old kind self. The thought of it almost made her want to gag. “Correct. And I’d like to personally invite you to my coronation party.” She said cutting right to the chase. “Though I may be the Princess of Equestria I’ve never really had a proper coronation so I thought we’d hold one tomorrow in the Canterlot Castle. And it is mandatory so you don’t have a choice on if you want to go or not, you have to go.” Her nasty side was already breaking through her happy façade. She couldn’t keep this up much longer. “And since you took the time out of you busy day to help a common pony in need, not knowing then you were actually helping the future ruler of this land, I want you to be my guest of honor for the party.” She smiled brightly.

     “That sounds wonderful.” Amy commented with delight.

     “It will be, trust me. We have the world famous party pony in charge of the party planning so you know it’ll be good. No… Great!” Fluttershy used her magic to close the door behind Amy, preventing her from going back inside and further prolong this burdening task. This swift motion confused Amy who crunched up her face a bit at the door, she then shrugged it off and stepped off the front porch and merged into the small group of three.

     “Is everypony ready to go?” Asked the Princess in her disgusting old soft and chipper voice. Everypony nodded and she teleported the lot of them into the main floor of her castle. “You can head to your quarters, Pinkie. You must be exhausted. Sky, please escort her.” She commanded politely.  

     The two didn’t know what was worse, the new brutal Fluttershy or the fake version of her that was once her true self. Either way she was terrifying no matter what she did.

     Amy surveyed the room in awe, “I don’t think I’ve ever been in here before. It’s absolutely beautiful. Is this the original décor from when Luna and Celestia were in power?”  

     “Yes. But I’ve been meaning to hire and interior designer and talk with them about a whole new look for the entire interior of this castle.” She maintained her smile until Amy looked away. It melted away into a murderous scowl, her eyes burning with an inferno fueled by her own hatred to this slut of a mare. Even though her face spelt death her voice remained chipper. “Shall I show you to your room for the night?” Her fake smile quickly repainted her face when Amy turned back.

     “Please do.” She replied with gratitude.

     Princess led her up to her complimentary room and went as far as opening it up for her. It was the room Twilight Sparkle stayed in for her coronation and… unfortunately lost her life in as well, but Amy didn’t know that nor did she need to. Crime scene cleanup did a very good job cleaning up the spilt contents of Twilight, same for Celestia’s room. She flipped on the light and allowed Amy to enter first.

     Amy spun around the room the look of awe never leaving her face. “Wow. This room is so gorgeous! I can’t believe I’m actually in here.” The sound of the door closing made her turn to it with a curious expression. She saw that Fluttershy was standing in front of it with her same charismatic smile, (which was hurting her cheeks at this point.) “Why’d you close the door?”

     “Oh,” she looked back and forth trying to think of a good scapegoat. “I thought I’d help you look for the perfect outfit for tomorrow’s party. And we don’t want anyone seeing in while you get changed.”

     “How nice of you. But… we don’t normally wear clothes so you didn’t need to close the door.”

     Fluttershy snorted with frustration. “I thought it’d be appropriate, that’s all.”

     “Okay, if you say so.” She looked around the room. “Where are the clothes exactly?”

     “Have you tried the closet?” Fluttershy said in a low-key mocking tone.

     With an embarrassed giggle she sprinted across the room and to the closet. She twisted open the doorknob and squinted into the dark room in search for the light switch.

     Fluttershy silently locked the main door to the room and walked up to Amy without making a sound. The noise her magic made while she levitated the sword made her a bit nervous that Amy was going to hear it but apparently she didn’t, she was too focused on humming and searching for the light switch.

     “Are you sure there’s clothes in here? I can’t feel anything while trying to find this switch.” Amy called out.

     “Just keep looking. You’ll find them much easier once the lights come on.” The sound of the Princess’s voice being so close to her made her jump right out of her skin, stumbling backwards she hit the back of her head on something poking out of the wall. The lights flipped on and temporarily blinded her.

     “Gah!” She squealed, removing her glasses so she could rub her irritated eyes. When they finally came into focus she found Fluttershy standing only inches away with the sword hovering next to her. She gave a weak smile and laugh. “What… are you doing..?”

     Her smile was finally gone and her natural negative expression came back to live on her face once more. “Nothing much. Just looking at a disgusting whore.” Even her soft voice was now completely hollow.

     Amy’s purple eyes filled with fear and shrunk to the size of peas. She also couldn’t help but feel offended by the harsh word the Princess threw at her. “Whore? What do you mean?”

     Princess just rolled her eyes vexed. “Why is it you pathetic cheaters and side bitches always try to play dumb? Like you don’t know the poor pony whose fiancé you were screwing behind her back. I heard you fuckers in the hallway.” She spat and jammed the sword in the black and white hairs that made up the earth pony’s tail. This swift motion made her jump and start to shake lightly. “And ponies like you act like you don’t know why you get such horrible labels. It’s not like it’s obvious or anything.” She said in the most horrifying sarcastic tone anyone has ever heard. “And what’s worse, that mare is about ready to give birth to HIS daughter and you’d just take that poor father away to fill your own selfish lust.” Her eyes were becoming black once again. “I wanted to kill you both right there, but I had better plans for you disgusting ponies. His was beautifully destructive, painful too I’d assume from the way he reacted. I’ll spare you pain, though. I want you dead as soon as possible, my patience has already run way out seeing you still living. And don’t even waste your breath on an apology on me because I’m not the pony you owe that to. But unfortunately Color Spectrum isn’t here so you can’t give her her due apology.”

     Amy’s fear was replaced by a sudden burst of anger, “you’re one to talk, Princess “Slaughter” Shy! The Princess with no moral compass who murders whomever she wants! How are you any different than I, you psycho bitch?”

     Fluttershy’s eyes narrowed more. She didn’t think she could hate this mare any more than she already did. “The difference between you and I? That’s an easy one. I’m honest about what I do.”

     Fear came back to Amy in a mighty wave. Her heart was racing right out of her chest and she couldn’t get her panic breathing under control. “What… what are you going to-to do?”

     The anger spilled off Fluttershy’s tongue like fire. “Stand the fuck up so you can find out, miss smart mouth!” She yanked the sword from her tail and pushed it up under Amy’s chin. Amy remained on the floor her body completely paralyzed with fear. Fluttershy was becoming more and more impatient with the white mare. Her magic lit up Amy’s entire body and snapped her legs straight and placed her in a standing position, her left side facing her. Her small eyes were locked onto her predator unable to look away. She tried to move but whatever spell Fluttershy had put her under was stripping her of her will to do anything, even breathe.

     The sword’s tip lined up with her rear end, aimed directly at her vaginal opening. “Just like that pig you only think with your cunt, which comes to reason it should be the first thing to go!” Princess roared with glee as she jammed the tip into her cliterous.

     An intense desperation to scream overwhelmed her chest making it feel like it was going to burst but there was no way she could expel it. She couldn’t even get any tears to come out.

     It’s sharp edges sawed through the tender pink bulb, severing it from the rest of the marehood. Blood oozed from the fresh wound and trickled down her hind legs where it stained her perfectly white fur. The sword drew back quite a ways before being plunged deep into her vagina, the edges of the weapon shearing through the tender walls, tearing through the cervix and uterus, and pierced right through her heart. The weapon stopped when the tip exploded out of her chest covered in the warm crimson color. Amy’s eyes had shrunken down to the size of a grain of rice. The sword ripped her heart clean in half that resulted in her immediate death. Fluttershy pushed the rest of the blade’s girth through her body pulling it out through the chest cavity and then broke the spell she locked Amy into. The body hit the ground with a satisfying thud. Pint after pint of blood spurted out of both ends of the corpse, the pool it was forming spread closer and closer to Fluttershy causing her to back up a bit so the liquid wouldn’t stain her yellow hooves. She wiped the dripping blood on the sword off on Amy’s side that hadn’t been stained yet.

     She exited the room shortly after, taking it upon herself to shut off all the lights in there and closing the door behind her. She wasn’t going to inform anyone of the new body, she had a better idea in mind for its disposal. Calmly walking to her bedroom she collapsed into her bed completely exhausted from her day’s venture, it took no time at all for her to fall into dreamland.

     Six hours later she rose from her slumber and hopped into the shower to get ready for a personal trip to Ponyville. She dried herself off with a towel and put on her freshly cleaned accessories. She informed the guards of her solo trip to her hometown and gave them strict orders on how to maintain the castle and that no one was to converse with Pinkie Pie. If it was to be discovered they did anything to defy her they were to be sentenced to death. When they gave her their word she went on her way. Being able to teleport to wherever she pleased was very convenient for her, what used to take fifteen minutes by train now took her the amount of time to switch on a light, materlializing in her old flowerbed just outside her cottage. The flowers were wilting away and the grass was brown and dry as though there hadn’t been rain in days that was no longer her problem though to maintain her garden for she no longer resided here. She just turned her nose up at them and walked to the border that lay between her property and the forest.

     “Vextra?” She called out in a sweet tune. There was no response. “Vextra, are you here still? I promise I didn’t abandon you… I just haven’t found the time to explain what’s happened lately.” She lowered her eyes feeling ashamed of herself. A rustling in the leaves and bushes had her perking up her ears with hope that it could be her wooden friend. Sticks, trunks, and leaves spiraled through the air coming together to construct the massive hound. She smiled a bit apprehensive when looking at the beast’s green eyes that met her own. “It’s a delight to see you again, my friend.” He made a light howling noise with an irritated grumble in reply to her. She gave a despondent sight and looked away. “I know… I moved away without telling you, but it was a spur of the moment thing. But I can promise I didn’t forget about you.” She looked back with sparkling eyes. He grumbled and took his turn to look away from her. “Plus,” she continued, “my whole reason for coming back here is to ask you to move into the Canterlot Castle with me. You’ll be able to live inside and I also have a few treats waiting for you there.” Her blue wings flapped with gittiness.

     Vextra raied a curious brow and looked back at her. He made a series of barks and grumbles translated to smooth English in her ears. “You really mean it?”

     “Of course I do. Why would I lie to my best friend?” She replied gingerly.

     “What about the guards?” He asked anxiously.

     “I’ll inform them about you once we get there.” She reassured him. “Should we go?” He nodded. It took a lot more energy and strength to successfully teleport her self and his large mass to that distance, it nearly caused her to collapse from exhaustion when the blinked into the ballroom. She panted heavily and lied down on the cool marble floor. He lied down next to her and watched the door like a highly trained guard dog. Once she got her breathing under control she called out for any guard that could hear her.

     Three guards, two Pegasi and one Unicorn, entered the room. “Yes, your majesty?” The all said in unison, their eyes shifted into terror upon seeing the forest’s fearsome creature, they immediately went into attack mode readying to pounce.

     Fluttershy had to defuse the situation quickly. “Don’t hurt him! This is my friend, Vextra. And this-” she held her hooves out to the room, “is going to be his new room.”

     They resumed their normal postures and looked at one another and exchanged shrugs and worrysome glances.

     “Isn’t this place, I don’t know, not the typical arcitexture a Timberwolf is accustomed to?” Asked the mint green Unicorn.

     “Yes. That’s why I want somepony to get ahold of an interior designer and have them come here so I can discuss with them a new look for this entire castle. Starting with this room.” She gave them a spine-chilling look, “would that be too much of a bother?”

     “Not at all, ma’am.” The three replied.

     “And do not forget to tell the rest of the kingdom of Vextra. We don’t want any poachers getting funny ideas when seeing him.”

     “Of course, your highness.” They left the room after Fluttershy shooed them away.

     She then looked towards the massive canine whose head was two feet shy from touching the ceiling when he sat upright. “Make yourself at home. I need to attend to a bit more business then I’ll bring you your breakfast. Will you be alright by yourself here?” He nodded and wandered around the room some.

     Princess trotted on up to Pinkie’s room, a sole glass of warm water floating next to her. She entered the room without knocking and placed the glass on the dresser. Pinkie was still fast asleep in her bed. She cleared her throat and stomped her foot twice, the noise it made sounded like someone was banging two bases of glass cups together, ear piercing and obnoxious.

     Pinkie’s head shot up but her eyes were still trying to adjust to full consciousness. “What was… that?” She asked through a prolonged yawn.

     “Your breakfast is here. And I need to inform you of your new task today.” Princess explained.

     “Oh…” The pink pony rolled out of bed and walked up to the dresser where she spotted the glass of water. The sight of it, knowing it was the only type of sustenance she was permitted to ingest once a day every day for the next seven days, made her heart drop into her hooves. What could she really do though? It was her fault Night lost his life and that her and Sky were only allowed to drink warm water for a week. Why did she have to go and have that stupid idea? She’s lucky Fluttershy didn’t kill her like Night… but is she really though? ‘I didn’t really disobey her… It was more of an I outsmarted her and did something she didn’t approve of herself.’ She struggled to swallow down the distasteful clear liquid, water is actually very nasty when warm. Her body’s immediate impulse was to expel it through the mouth but with a forced smile swallowed it and kept it down all while giving the Princess her “thanks”. She dabbed her wrist against her lips to dry them. “So, what is my task today?”

     “You’ll be relieved to know you won’t be hunting anypony in specific this time.”

     “That’s a relief.” ‘I think…’ She kept her eyes away from the Princess’s and keept them on the glass she’d placed back on the dresser.

     “Hm.” She sneered, “instead, everyday from here on out you are to kidnap anyone of your choosing and bring them here back to me.”

     Chills rushed through Pinkie’s body. She couldn’t imagine what fate had in store for those unfortunate souls she would manage to capture. When she did manage to imagine a horror it made her want to vomit up the only thing her stomach held.

     “We have a new resident in the Castle who requires a special kind of diet, the kind that consists of ponies. Hence why I entrust you to fill these daily tasks.”

     Pinkie kept on her forced smile for it’s been known that smiling helps surpress the gag reflex. But this time it wasn’t working too well, she had to make a mad dash for the toilet after Fluttershy left her room and wretched up nothing but water and stomach acids. She flushed the toilet with a trembling hoof and pulled her body into the fetal position where she broke into uncontrollable sobs. “Why… why didn’t I just let her kill me..? I could have been happy with all my friends again in the afterlife… A place where the food is supposed to taste a million times better, I can only imagine how sweet the pastries are there.” She held her gurgling stomach and wiped away all thoughts of food. ‘Today is only day one… This is going to be a long week…’ Not wanting it to go to waste she chugged down the rest of her water before she went on her way to go find an unfortunate soul in the city.      

     Fluttershy was busy conversing with the local interior designer in the main lobby. They were a gorgeous cream-orange mare with golden and turquoise hair pushed up into a bun with two maroon colored chopsticks poking out of either end.

     “Glad you could make it, Decora.” Said Fluttershy with a delighted smile.

     “There was no way I was going to pass this opportunity up.” The mare chuckled. “What would you like me to do?”

     “Well, I was thinking of starting with the ballroom first of all and making it look more like a dense forest.” She began to explain while leading Decora to the room in question. “I’m wondering if that would be possible.”

     Decora had an nervous expression on her face when the first thing she noticed when stepping into the room was the Timberwolf. “Uh… is that thing supposed to be in here?”

     “Yeah. But don’t worry he’s cool. He won’t hurt you.” The Princess reassured. “So anyway, now that you’re seeing this room for yourself do you think you could do the dense forest thing? And is that enough of a description for you to go off of?”