#orange tricycle

[stainedglassrevolution-blog]

orange tricycle

by chantal heroux

jan 3 2025

[meii-jasmine]

We stan Filipino Miku! 🇵🇭

She has her own Mikutoda tricycle, eating kwek kwek before the rush hour

[thedailymobile]

“A Tale of Two Kitties: Drama/Comedy”

[bunniehrtz]

you almost instantly regret taking abby with you when you step into the store, the orange and purple decorations almost slapping you in the face. your hands slip behind your back as you cross your fingers, hoping and praying that abby just looks straight past it. hoping and praying that she doesn’t grab your arm, pulling you into the halloween section, cooing at the baby costumes, grimacing at the ugly little demon babies on tricycles that they call “decorations”.

“oh my god.”

your heart drops, your eyes close and you feel a hand on your arm.

“abigail. we really don’t have time to look through this right now. we have to pick up ivy in half an hour,” you sigh, biting back a smile at the way abby’s face lights up at all the spooky lights.

“baby, please. it won’t take long.”

who are you to say no to that face?

“oh my god. imagine vee in this!” abby picks up a small pumpkin outfit, shoving it in your face. you pout, taking it in your hands.

“oh, she’d look adorable. she does have the preschool party next week. we haven’t gotten her an outfit yet,” you can almost feel the grin on abby’s face as she realises that she’s getting her way. you roll your eyes playfully and throw it into the basket.

“baby, look. look at this. she needs more than one outfit! she has the party, and she needs more for trick or treating on halloween!” you can’t argue with abby. you find it hard to say no to her, anyways. abby picks up the small witch hat, her hands together in front of her chest, pleading, begging to put her daughter in a little witch costume. you nod, watching abby throw it into the basket.

“we still need to decide our costumes,” you sigh, looking through the endless amount of plastic skulls.

“oh, don’t you worry, sweet thing. i’ve got that covered,” abby sends you a wink, and gasps as she takes a cat costume for ivy off the rack. you’re going to be here for hours.

taglist @queenofmistresses @abigails-gf @abbysprettygiiirl @bambishaven @aouiaa

[morallygreyintrovert]

My submission for day 1 ‘Autumn’ of Suptober24! @wigglebox

The boys go pumpkin picking. Dean spends ages looking for the perfect pumpkin, it can't just be any old squash, it has to be 'the one' and as he looks across the orange field, he eyes find a certain angel.

Castiel, always one for strays, collects all the misshapen and discoloured pumpkins and convinces the hunter to let him get them all because he's sad no one else will want them.

Also, Sam is there. Kind of, he finds an excuse to leave the field, refusing to be the third wheel of this weird eye-fucking tricycle any longer.

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Anyways here's the poem

The three wheels on a tricycle make a much more satisfying crunch over leaves than over a pillow.

Growing old is like rereading a burnt book. Everything turns to ash.

When a sweater grows old, it begins to fray, like a relationship pushed to its limits

A kids' crayola box holds many secrets. Speak to it. Listen to it. Align your interests and values with it, and the universe is yours.

Pump·kin

/ˈpəm(p)k(ə)n/

Noun

a large rounded orange-yellow fruit with a thick rind, edible flesh, and many seeds.

the plant of the gourd family that rips the guts and face out of humans each year, much to the disgust of its neighbors, for revenge for horrors committed in a long-forgotten age.

That wonderful smell of scented candles on halloween. You hate it.

This line is free! Just imagine anything you want here, dear reader.

Is love real?

The ninth line must rhyme with the tenth

Never learn to play a synth. Many have walked that dark path, and not many return to the light.

[plushbaecrafts]

When fall comes to Hyrule you can bet on one thing- Maple Leaf Koroks will be flooding the forests!  These Koroks love all things autumn, and travel to maple trees all across the region to use their pretty orange leaves as masks.  Maple Leaf Koroks spend the crisp days of the season collecting acorns and mushrooms, and then trade these treasures to other Koroks the rest of the year in exchange for other trinkets.  Children in nearby villages like to join in the fun, and many bring toys and other items they no longer want to trade with the Maple Leaf Koroks.  It's not uncommon to see the Koroks riding through the forest on tricycles and dancing with dolls that they've received!  At the end of the season, the Koroks pile all the toys around the base of the largest maple tree in the forest for needy children to come and take.     

Maple Leaf Koroks are a part of the Halloween collection!  They will return later this month!  They are made of soft minky with a machine embroidered face, and are approximately 8" tall and 7" wide.  Base pattern by @sewdesune.

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[omegaremix]

Veterans’ Path, 2019.

This year’s one for stasis, an equilibrium that gave no leeway for possibility or moves. It’s not a good feeling when you’re dealing with depression after a major heartbreaker and you need some serious outs to move on. You leave it in someone’s hands to help make some of those changes. Instead, they fall short and constantly buy time, your time you’ll never have back. It doesn’t help any when doctor’s appointments, meetings with investors, pending vacation-weeks, the desire to escape to the city and see family are on the backburner for months instead of mere days, so things are never answered for. Everyday you deal with toxic, needy people who literally drain you of your resources for their own personal needs without any etiquette or consideration of your well-being or sanity. You bleed money for their failures and mistakes. You sit idle while you see your friends, allies, family, and everyday people make moves while your hands are tied tightly behind your back and there’s nothing you can do about it.

So what can you do when the high cost of auto repairs, late inspections, and the constant delivery of traffic violations and tickets keep you grounded? Nothing…except take a walk down to your local veteran’s path on your days off. It’s been the only form of escapism and a reprieve of leaving behind the disruptive anxiety-driving components back home. Walk out the front door, then along the service road and under the highway, down one clean residential street, turn a couple of corners, down another street where houses and open skies phase into heavily wooded areas, and finally you’re there.

Arrive at the veteran’s path where there’s always a pick-up game on the asphalt. Families of three, five, even seven – some with their kids on tricycles or dogs – walk together through elevated wooden plankways that zig-zag though the trees. Smell the sharp scent of apples, shampoo, or shades of ocean mist just by walking past the young Spanish girls who kindly smile and say ‘hi’ to you as you walk past them. Trees of emerald leaves in the spring or red, orange, and yellow leaves in the Autumn stand above a newly-replenished pond creating a mesmerizing near-perfect reflection. Walk off the pathways for the many heavily-wooded dirt roads or walk past the pond to find a hidden treasure: the graffiti tunnel doubling as an underpass for the railroad tracks above. Leave the veteran’s path and wash your hands at the bathroom which reeks of a church cellar and its’ soap dispensers pour out liquid lavender that makes a subtle mark on your trek. Two hours is enough time to dismiss your troubles, sort out your next moves, and even make a phone call or two to your family; all before arrive home right before sundown to catch up on the rest of the day’s posting, graphics, editing, and auditioning. Another quiet, peaceful day written in the record books.

Of course, I wouldn’t have an afternoon walk without something to listen to. My iPhone SE (32GB) replaced my seven year-old iPod Classic (160GB). With limited space, I only take about three months of finds with me. Those two hours of walking means I have more time to audition music for upcoming Omega WUSB shows. What’s in it, then? In case you truly care, it’s mostly city: d.i.y, safe-space, post-punk, indie. You can thank some of my friends and allies at the station for the first four. You can also thank Post-Trash, Brooklyn Vegan, Gold Flake Paint, and Alt-Citizen; all whose featured shining stars post their new sounds on Bandcamp and Soundcloud.

Jazz / fusion has taken me to places that no longer exist; places I never been to that I could never visit in a physical realm ever again. It makes me feel things only a very few can now imagine or understand. If someone lived or experienced it vicariously through the passing images, typesets, colors, aesthetics, and sounds that I have, then you’d understand.

Post-punk, d.i.y., or city? Not so much. The time is now and is very much alive, thriving and changing by the year because it’s here. Aesthetics of Wharf Cat, Katorga Works, Public Practice’s Distance Is A Mirror, Future Punx’s This Is Post-Wave, Gong Gong Gong’s Phantom Rhythm, Current Affairs, Boulders, Merchandise…I assure you get it by now. They, too, made me feel things to my own liking while many others in the scene are simply living in it. My aforementioned friends at the station: Conor, Layne, Toasty, Alosha, Kiki of Horrorscope… they bring their d.y.i. / city mindset to the station and it’s why Omega WUSB is feeling very proud of itself. As all this cycles in my head, it feels like I’m living another life, a life I’ve been trying to achieve. Scenarios I envision can be entirely possible and are waiting for me. I truly feel like I’m somewhere else; a place that’s very real but still far away from me…for now. That’s how powerful the connection is.

It’s been a void year for me, and such an anti-climactic way to end the decade. Only fitting after having a very wild year of extreme euphoria and collapse. The several trips to-and-from Veteran’s Path was the only thing I had to myself this year aside from a rainy Spring day out at Central Park. As a creator, you do your best in making something out of what you have. All you need is a time, location, soundtrack, and motive, and you have the makings of a new experience; a new mechanism for surviving an empty era.

Duckis demo

Annabel Lee “Hi Hi Hi”

Ex Hex “Cosmic Cave”

Garcia Peoples “Feel So Great”

Rong “Cup”

Spirits Having Fun “Auto-Portrait”

Ripped Jeans “Afraid”

Public Practice “Foundation”

Dig Nitty “Angel Calling”

Current Affairs “Breeding Feeling”

Strobobean Winter

C.H.E.W. “Bread and Circus”

My Brightest Diamond “Quiet Loud”

Free Time “Esoteric Tizz”

Sneaks “Tough Luck”

Patio “Legacy Continued”

Big French “Alison”

Jeanines “Is It Real”

Diat Positive Energy

VV Torso “Blood”

Dry Cleaning Sweet Princess

Weeping Icon “Teeth (& A Handbag)”

N0V3L “To Whom I May Concern”

Model/Actriz “New Face”

Channels “To The New Mandarins”

Sub Dio s/t

Bangzz “Your Boyfriend Is Really Bringing Me Down”

Ing “Closet”

Palm “Heavy Lifting”

Nazca Plate “Blotter”

Necking ”Big Mouth”

Pllush “Soft In The Dark” (1st VER)

Being Dead “Apostles’ Prom”

Remote Viewing “Whitney Houston, We Have A Problem”

Taiwan Housing Project “Buy Buy Buy”

Lungbutter “Vile”

Knife Wife “Every Living Thing”

Preoccupations “Pontiac 87”

Gong Gong Gong “Siren”

Dumb “Club Nites”

Second Still “You Two So Alike”

Rapid Tan “Gravy Baby”

Dry Cleaning “Sweet Princess”

Palm “Forced Hand”

Lunch Lady “Sweet One”

Kitten Forever “Hell Hole”

Necking “Spare Me”

Thanks For Coming “We Can’t Both Be Crazy”

Mock Identity “Where You Live”

Doe “Team Spirit”

There’s so much more than all the post-punk and d.i.y. I found. It wouldn’t be fair to ignore our rule of “as it happens, when it happens, anything goes.” The jazz / fusion time-and-space travel is still very much in operation. Down further is our new-found interest in Oakland / Mexican death-rock. Omega WUSB didn’t have a Halloween special this year so it didn’t get its’ day in the darkness. (Were you expecting sunshine?). Finally, some random spins of the wheel in synthpop, synthwave, electronics, hip-hop, and hardcore.

Walt Barr “Free Spirit”

Edgar Vercy “La Mer”

Paul Williams “Wistful Dreams”

Pasteur Lappe “Na Real Sekele Fo Ya”

Phil Upchurch “Black Gold”

Teddy Lasry “Riverhead”

Walt Barr “Creepin’”

Ötzi

Kurräka

False Figure

Cruz de Navajas

Zotz

Adrenochrome

CRVEL

Mystique

Pawns

CHKBNS “Can You And Me Still Have Fun?”

Canal Street Electronics “Deep Red”

Glued “No Past”

Odwalla 88 “What The..”

Sleazy “Cauchemar Administratif”

Your Old Droog “Bubble Hill”

Cave In “Winter Window”

Kedr Livanskiy “Kiska”

Planit Hank f. Jeru The Damaja & Buckshot & AZ “Life In Crooklyn”

[ograecus]

marc on his orange tricycle like

[clawthornes-corner]

Pelipper Mail.

Orange Kamina Glasses in Zoroark Size.

"im the fastest Tricycler in the world. heres your Glasses"

Thanks I love them and am wearing them right now.

{ image id: a zoroark wearing orange kamina glasses}

I look so cool thanks.

[plaidandwhiskey]

beth’s tiny humans

pt 2 of this series <3 its been like a full month at this job

tiny human: i have wife me: what ?? tiny human: ( pointing at the cereal ) wife! me: ( realizing they are trying to say life cereal ) ohhhh tiny human: ( pointing at my acne scars ) why do you have polka dots on your face? me: 😐 also me, hours later: oh my god they were asking about my snakebites not my acne 💀 tiny human: excuse me I am talking to you other tiny human: im not listening to this right now I had to turn away so they didn’t see me laugh when i heard this one tell me why it takes pre-k humans to make a mess in 0.3 seconds yall the classroom looked like a tornado went through it the one hour i was with them one day the tiny humans had hummus one day with snack and one proceeded to use their little finger to scoop the whole glob of hummus into their mouth which i mean same i guess one day the lunch for the tiny humans was super late being delivered from the kitchen and I almost had a revolt yall but i don’t blame them bc same tiny human: ( laughing maniacally while riding the tricycle ) another tiny human on a tricycle also proceeded to ride headfirst into a push and proceed to laugh about it tiny human: “other tiny human name” i am losing my patience! as im trying to change the tiny human’s shirt, said tiny human proceeds to blow a raspberry right in my face ruined one tiny human’s morning by making him wear a coat cause it was cold outside, mind you i also told him he could take it off if he got hot outside so. many. questions. about my lip piercings & my dyed hair it rained one morning and as we took the tiny humans outside, the one holding my hand dragged me straight into the puddles one tiny human put an orange cone on my head and said “ you’re a witch! " tiny human: I don’t like you me: that’s great bud, it’s still nap time

[thedailymobile]

“Unfiltered Nostalgia”

© EricBrazier.com

[tooti-fruiti]

FOLLOW THE RULES [CHAPTER TWO]

Ralsei and Lancer

"Sure." You said.

Susie groaned, but decided to stay because she knew she wouldn't get anywhere unless the hooded guy in front of you two gave her directions.

"Very well then.."

"Once upon a time, a legend was whispered among shadows.

It was a legend of hopes

Of dreams

It was a legend of light

And of dark.

This is the legend of Delta Rune.

For millenia, light and dark have lived in balance.

Bringing peace to the world.

But if this harmony were to shatter...

A terrible calamity would occur.

The sky will run black with terror

And the land will crack with fear.

Then, her heart pounding, the earth will draw her final breath.

Only then, shining with hope

Shall appear three heroes at the world's edge.

A human, a monster, and a prince of the darkness.

Only they can seal the fountains and banish the angel's heaven.

Only then will balance be restored and the world will be saved from destruction.

Today, the fountain of darkness is a geyser that gives this land it's form.

It stands tall at the center of the kingdom.

But recently, another fountain has appeared on the horizon.

And with it, the balance of light and dark begins to shift."

"(Y/n). Susie." The hooded figure said. "Thank you for listening to my long tale."

"I truly believe you two are the heroes in the legend. That despite whatever enemies you may face, you two have the courage and strength to save the world."

"Please, Delta Warriors, won't you accept your destiny?"

You were about to say something but Susie beat you to it.

"Nah." She said.

"W-What?"

"Listen Dude." Susie said. "I'm not a hero or a warrior or whatever the fuck you think I am. I'm just here for a piece of chalk."

"But Susie...without you the world will-"

"I know, I heard you. Death and destruction and shit. I don't really care. I'm getting out of here." She said turning around.

"Susie-" You started to say, but you were cut off when someone riding a tricycle ran into the hooded guy.

"Ho ho ho! The heroes are already running away! And they didn't even know I was here, my dad's gonna make me son of the month!"

"Who the hell are you?" Susie said.

"I'm...the bad guy!" The little spade themed guy asked.

"You CLOWNS want to seal our dark fountain huh?! And save the world from eternal darkness?!"

"Not really." Susie muttered.

"Don't deny it! We both know that going to east towards the fountain is your only way out!"

"East huh?" Susie smiled and she turned her back.

"Where do you think you're going?!" The little spade guy yelled as a box formed around you three.

"If you want to leave, you're going to have to fight me, Lancer, first!"

"Oh yeah?" Susie said, growling. "I'll rip you to pieces."

Suddenly, you held a sword in your hand and Susie had a flaming ax.

Lancer was on the other end with one of his tricycle tires on fire.

In front of you were five orange boxes.

Fight, Act, Item, Spare, and Defend.

Susie had those boxes too.

"Are we in some sort of game?!" Susie asked confused.

"I don't know!" You said.

"Oh well! I know what I'm going to do!" Susie growled, bashing her fist into the fight button.

You had no idea what was happening, so you chose to defend.

You grabbed a shield off the floor and held it in front of you.

Susie attacked Lancer.

Then he responded to the attack and tried to run both over.

This repeated about four more times, before Lancer got hungry and left.

"Are both okay?" The hooded figure asked.

"I guess." Susie said. "Alright, I'm out of here."

Susie then put her ax over her back and walked away.

"She's probably going east." The hooded figure said.

"Oh! Let me introduce myself."

He lowered his hood and smiled at you.

"My name is Ralsei." He said, and he turned out to be a cute little goat monster.

"If you accept your destiny, I will happily accompany you on your journey."

You smiled and shrugged.

"It's my way out right? I'll help."

"Wonderful!" Ralsei said. "I'll show you where to go."

(Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned for more and have a good day.)

<-Chapter One

Chapter Three->

[thatsneakymedic]

October Writing Challenge Day 15 Pumpkin

With permission and the trust from Mother Nonou, Kabuto walks hand to hand with Aina as they head back to Aina's farm to go pick up some crops for dinner. Today it was Kabuto's turn to go with Aina to bring the food back as part of his lessons about running errands and learning basic math when it comes to money.

The other two nuns insisted that Nonou teaches Kabuto these things early as times like these when children need to learn quickly. Since even they might need to learn the value of chores and doing errands for their parents long after they get adopted.

Dragging the empty old utility grocery cart behind him with a handle, Kabuto looks around the trees and the cloudy skies. He's wearing his own warm scarf and his boots since the weather has been getting colder these days and Kabuto had just recovered from his own sore throat two weeks ago. He did however love how the trees and the leaves are falling about and decorating the ground with the red, yellow, and orange colors.

"I didn't know that you live just a bit far from us Aina. I can't believe that you walk from here to our place and then to Konoha. But it must really be tiring and stressful when it gets dark, rains, or snow. Winter is in a few months after all." Kabuto says as he does a little hop on the leaf to crush it under his foot to give it that good satisfactory crunch sound.

"Well, first it helps t' get up at th' crack'a dawn. Get all th' chores done you need done 'fore anythin' else. Which's why it's import'nt to go to bed early. Plus by now, I've done learned all th' shortcuts 'round this place. An' when a place's very far or I got a big load t' carry, I take my tricycle an' wagon." She answered as she leads the way to the farm, which is lucky that the wooden fence is the main clue that they're going the right way. On the same road as them, a couple using a large wagon pulled by a horse that carried quite a lot of vegetables on the back of the cart and they both were heading back to the village.

"Hello you two." The wife of the man greets them in a friendly manner as they pass through. And both Aina and Kabuto step aside to let them pass and they bow as they leave. As soon as they pass, Kabuto then tries to look on ahead when they're at least a mile from the farm.

"That man and his wife. They bought a LOT of vegetables! Like as if they're planning a large dinner or festival! I think we should hurry. What if all of the vegetables are gone by now?" Kabuto said as he is now slightly rushing towards the place, holding Aina's hand while also trying to drag the cart behind him too.

Aina though she's not too worried about the vegetables running out, she does notice that Kabuto was concerned so she decides for his sake to also hurry by walking quickly while helping Kabuto pull the cart.

The view of the small farm is now getting closer and closer as the brown fence is reaching the bend and towards the farm. Kabuto slows down his steps as he now looks around the small farm from the front. From far away, he sees a figure moving about before heading inside. Probably Aina's mom or another customer?

"Is that the place? It's a lot different than what I imagined. I thought that you guys would live surrounded by large fields of hay and stuff. Like in the pictures of story books or magazines. But it still looks pretty and comfortable."

She giggles but she's also glad that the boy isn't dragging her so much anymore and now they're able to walk at a normal pace, "Ahaha, oh, Kabuto. You mus' be thinkin' bout people with manors. Those farmers got much more land than we do. Yep, farms act'lly come in all shapes-n-sizes. But we're happy with ours. Ain't never let us down."

"And considering if that couple that passed us that might've bought the vegetables back there. That means that your crops must be really good, even if your place isn't as big. Different and all shapes and sizes... I like it. Since bigger isn't always better." He looks around the outside of the house as they get more closer till they are right at the doorstep.

Now not so much as in a rush since there's nobody there other than him, Aina, and the woman in the store. He is the first to knock on the wooden pillar to let her know despite that she had already seen them coming.

"Aina, is that your mom in the store? She looks a lot like you." He assumed that she would be as kind and friendly like her too.

"Yes she is." Aina nods, though she did worry about if Kabuto won't be intimidated by her personality since even she knew that her mother isn't as friendly as she is.

He stands in front of the various vegetables and he reads the numbers and the names on them. Though reading the list that he has, he looks around more for the other vegetables that were not on the display. Aina guides him to shed and his eyes widen as he sees the tomatoes and sweet potatoes that he needs to pick up.

But before he could move, he pauses when he feels someone staring at him and he turns to the dark skinned woman with the apron who was counting the money, even though she's already done and is now putting it away in a box, she is giving him a rather serious stare. Her attention however is on the Konohagakure Orphanage symbol on his kimono.

"Keep an eye on that child, Aina. Last thing I need is a troublemaker messing up my store. And leave that cart out since I don't want you hitting anything either." She said sternly while turning to Aina for a moment before looking back at him.

Great. Another child from that place and an unfamiliar one that is not the mature one with the hat and birthmark on his nose. She hopes that Kabuto isn't like the insolent girl from the Orphanage who tried to haggle with her with the prices on the strawberries. The girl called her an "stupid old hag" for not willing to deal with the outrageous cheap price and then kicking a display stand's wooden foot so hard, the foot broke and the fragile plums that she cherished herself all fell onto the ground, bruising and ruining the entire bunch. If it weren't for Aina getting between them, she would've not only beaten the girl, but also refused the money and dragged the snotty brat out of the store by the hair. Even if it has been months ago when it happened and Mother Nonou thankfully paid for the damages, it still left a bitter taste in her mouth.

"Y-yes ma'am! I promise that I won't cause trouble for you or Aina." Kabuto politely bowed to her despite being unnerved by her intimidating stare before turning around and gently putting the right amount of tomatoes in the bag and then with his fingers. Counting on the prices while also keeping his hands to himself. Kabuto was thankful that there was plenty of vegetables left even though it looked like it was just about to run out. While waiting, Airi noticed how Kabuto would casually put the produce in their right places and in order while looking around for the items he need when he didn't need to. Seems that this child knows how to clean up and organize.

8 tomatoes 3 cabbages 6 sweet potatoes 8 regular potatoes 6 carrots 2 cauliflowers 3 eggplants

Kabuto was careful with the costs of the items and even counted quietly on both money and the produce. Or at least he thought he did as he picked the biggest ones he could find and he put them on the cart.

His attention was caught on the perfectly shaped small pumpkin that was on one of the displays along with the other larger ones. He has been curious to know how pumpkin tastes like since Urushi told him that he has been craving for pumpkin pie the other day and how it's always delicious to eat around this time of the year.

Perhaps he could buy it for him and maybe Mother would be happy with it too? A small one of course, since the big ones were way too expensive and too big for him to carry home.

He looks at the cash in his hand and he counts what would he have left if he could buy it.

Being so sure that he could get it, he picks up the one that catches his eye and he puts it on the cart. "I think I got everything Aina. I think I have enough money for an extra item too."

He smiles as he immediately heads to the counter with the money ready in hand. Aina then follows him and starts to take out the scale in hand, "Oh, oh wait. You gotta let us--ahaha, 'lettuce'--ah, let us weigh it. Our prices're ain't based on how many of a fruit or vegetable ya got. We figure it out based on how many kilos your pick weighs."

Kabuto's happy face slightly frowns, though he did catch the joke but he had no time to laugh at it, "What? I... I didn't know that. Oh no, I picked out the biggest ones I could find..."

"At least you'll know and be aware of that next time boy. And don't hold the money out in your hands like that. You're easy pickings for thieves to steal from you if you're not careful." Airi advised rather strictly while waiting for Aina to finish weighing the produce. Kabuto gulped as he puts the bills of money in his pocket quickly. Not that there was any need to worry since there was no one around other than the three of them.

Fortunately for Kabuto, he had enough money for all of the produce that was on the list, except for the pumpkin.

"You don't have enough for the pumpkin boy." Airi commented as she puts the pumpkin on the table away from the bags.

Kabuto frowned at that. "Oh no, I'm sorry ma'am. I'll go put it back for you once I pay you the money for these items." He sadly looks at it as he hands the money to Airi who slowly counts the money he gave her, just in case. Kabuto thinks about how he could take out at least two of the produce, but then that would mean less food for just one item and Mother did say to not try to buy unnecessary things.

Airi eyes Kabuto for a moment as he's trying to calculate on what to do even if he is willing to accept that he won't have to buy the pumpkin. She hesitantly sighs as she pushes the small pumpkin toward him, it's the least she could do for his good behavior and because she needed to get rid as much of the produce as she can for her and Aina's planned trip outside the village. "You can add this to the cart, boy. It's on the house and nice job putting the items back in their proper places for me."

Kabuto's eyes open and he slightly gasps as she presents the pumpkin he was holding to him, he was smart enough to know that not every kind act would get him free stuff. But he had no idea that she was paying attention to him cleaning up and putting the items back where they belong. Even though she was scary, she does seem nice after all.

"R-really? I can have it? Are you sure? T-thank you, ma'am!" He picks up the pumpkin and he holds it in his hands. Feeling the smoothness of the skin on his fingertips.

"Make it last, boy. Next pumpkin ain't gonna be free." She said while waiting for Aina to be done helping Kabuto put the items on the cart.

"Yes ma'am. I'll remember that. Thank you for the crops. Goodbye now." Kabuto politely bowed to her before adding the small pumpkin to the cart. Neatly right on the spot where it won't crush the other crops or fall off.

Before Aina could leave with Kabuto, Airi then calls for her to wait and she hands her an list of orders from other customers, "Oi. Kame. If you're gon' take that boy back to his place, go on an' take up that basket over there. Here's th' order list. Get these deliv'ries t' ev'rybody on this list, an' get back here 'fore dark. Got it?"

Aina nods, "Yes Mama!"

"Repeat back t' me what I done tol' you t' do." She crosses her arms.

"Take Kabuto home, make these d'liver'ies, get back here 'fore dark." Aina repeats with her eyes closed and with her hand clenched onto a fist while one hand counts the three things to do.

"Good. Now get goin'." She nods as she puts the money that Kabuto gave her into the money box.

"Thank you again, Ma'am. Have a nice day!" Kabuto said kindly as he also bows to her again before leaving with Aina while holding her hand and helping her pull the cart even though she got it covered. As if giving her extra strength to pull it.

"So Aina, I overheard that your mother wants you back home before dark, and I did see that there was some things put away like storage boxes. Are you going somewhere after this and would you guys be okay to travel when the weather changes? I don't think you should travel too much around this time of the year." The boy holds onto her hand a bit tightly as if to show her his concern.

Aina thinks as she helps him pull the heavy wagon for him while he follows her. "Well, ah, I wouldn' say we travel that much. S'only th' sea turtles we really care about in th' world outside Konoha. We go twice a year. Th' first in May, th' second in October." Her feet step over a few leaves on the path as she continued, "Me an' Mama go t'gether, jus' th' two of us. We camp as much' we can--which's actually very fun once ya learn how t' do it well!--an' rain never bothered me. We need th' rain t' live, don't you know! "Snow? Ahahaha! Well now, I ain't never been through a lotta snow! So I can't say how I'd cope if I did get caught in a blizz'rd. Hafta get back t' you on that."

"So this would mean that you won't be out in the winter then? Thank goodness for that! Aina, your mom even though she is scary. She sounds like a nice lady, especially when she gave me this pumpkin for free. I know that she won't give stuff for free, but I'm really happy that I can bring one since I've never eaten pumpkin before."

The walk back to the orphanage was a nice and peaceful one, and one that Kabuto would always remember when Aina's mother is mentioned in their talks.

A planned drabble with my friend @super-kame-love

Also tagging you @lunyraartistry

[joohaz]

Jooha wasn't the best in crowded spaces. He'd had half a mind to not come at all but since it's his favorite holiday he figured a little awkward conversation would be fine for just one night. That and Danbi didn't give him much of a decision on coming. She'd shown up with a costume in hand and it was too late to pretend he was sick. He was just happy she hadnt brought anything inflatable where people would be hitting him all night or getting made he was taking up too much space. And without admitting it aloud, he found the tricycle to be quite amusing. He rode it around for a while until he found the orange haired fairy. He got close and reached up to gently tug on one of her wings. "Wanna play a game?" He lowers his voice to disguise his voice. He was sure she wouldn't be able to guess who was under the mask.

@rinzfm

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

Anyways here's the poem

The three wheels on a tricycle make a much more satisfying crunch over leaves than over a pillow.

Growing old is like rereading a burnt book. Everything turns to ash.

When a sweater grows old, it begins to fray, like a relationship pushed to its limits

A kids' crayola box holds many secrets. Speak to it. Listen to it. Align your interests and values with it, and the universe is yours.

Pump·kin

/ˈpəm(p)k(ə)n/

Noun

a large rounded orange-yellow fruit with a thick rind, edible flesh, and many seeds.

the plant of the gourd family that rips the guts and face out of humans each year, much to the disgust of its neighbors, for revenge for horrors committed in a long-forgotten age.

That wonderful smell of scented candles on halloween. You hate it.

This line is free! Just imagine anything you want here, dear reader.

Is love real?

The ninth line must rhyme with the tenth

Never learn to play a synth. Many have walked that dark path, and not many return to the light.