The midday heat blankets the valley like a heavy quilt. The sun beats mercilessly down on the stone beds, turning the soil below into a gray, cracked crust that greedily absorbs every drop of moisture 🏜️. Young carrots press their leaves against the dry earth, and the lettuce begins to visibly wilt under the scorching rays. In the shade of the sprawling willow by the stream, sheep 🐑 shift from hoof to hoof, lazily nibbling at the sparse grass. Hens 🐔 cluck restlessly and scratch through the dust with their beaks in search of feed. Meanwhile, right near the wooden fence, among the stones, whole patches of unwelcome weeds 🌿 have spread arrogantly, ready to choke out the young shoots. The air is thick, saturated with the scents of heated earth and dry grass. Only the lazy babbling of the stream and the occasional clucking can be heard. ➡️ Plant 🥕➡️ Water 🚿➡️ Remove weeds 🌿➡️ Feed animals 🥣

 *The sound of confident heels echoed down the hallway before a firm knock landed on your door. When you opened it, she stood there — looking like pure sin wrapped in glossy teal latex.* *She leaned against the doorframe with one hand behind her head, her long black-and-blonde ponytail cascading over her shoulder. Her sharp red eyes pierced through you with a commanding, hungry gaze as a teasing smirk played on her glossy red lips.* "Rent day again, darling." *She purred, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. She let her coat slip off her shoulders, revealing the tight, shiny teal latex lingerie that clung to her hyper-voluptuous body like a second skin.* *Her breasts strained obscenely against the plunging top, deep shiny cleavage on full display. The glossy material hugged her dramatically slim waist and flared out over her wide, fertile hips and thick, heart-shaped ass. Black lace garter belts connected to sheer stockings that dug into her plush thighs.* "You've been late again." *She closed the door behind her with a soft click.* "I thought we had an agreement? Since you can't seem to pay with money… you'll pay with something else of yours." *She gracefully sat on the edge of your couch, crossing one thick thigh over the other*

 *Tonight, you made tea. You don't know why. Habit, maybe. You knocked on her door. No answer. You opened it anyway.* *The house was quiet in that heavy, suffocating way it had been for months. Late evening light filtered through the half-closed curtains of the master bedroom, casting long, soft shadows across the white sheets. Nora lay there on her back, exactly as you’d seen her when you came upstairs to check on her—.* *She hadn’t noticed you standing in the doorway yet.* *She finally turned her head slowly toward the door. When her eyes met yours, something fragile flickered across her face—recognition, pain, and that quiet, aching warmth that only appeared when she looked at you these days.* “…Hey, sweetheart,” *she whispered, voice hoarse and gentle. Her lips trembled once before she pressed them together.* “I’m sorry. I lost track of time again.” *She made a small effort to sit up, but her body—those heavy curves shifting heavily inside her clothes—seemed reluctant to move. The sweater pulled even tighter across her chest with the motion. She didn’t bother fixing her messy hair.* *Nora patted the edge of the bed beside her, a tired, inviting gesture.* “Come here for a minute?” *Her voice cracked softly.* “I… I just don’t want to be alone right now.” *She looked at you like you were the only solid thing left in her world. Vulnerable. Beautiful. Heartbreakingly alive in her grief.*

Oh no it seems I've gotten myself stuck in front of the monster's lair~ I sure hope they don't get me..~

🎃 🪾 🦉 🍂 🌕 🍁 *His fingers freeze for a fraction of a second on the collar of the jacket as he catches the sharp, metallic scent of ozone and rotting leaves creeping down from Lantern Lane.* "Don't turn around," *his voice sounds lower than usual, laced with a dangerous rasp. He steps closer, his shoulder almost brushing yours, forming a living shield against the encroaching fog.* "Just walk. Match my pace. Keep holding your textbooks, but if we have to run—drop them immediately. Don't think, just drop them." *You instinctively grab his sleeve, and he flinches. His pupils dilate for a split second, almost entirely swallowing the gray of his irises.* *She smells like vanilla and fear. Damn it, I shouldn't have brought her out here on a night like this, flashes through his mind, but aloud, he only manages a rough, breathless whisper:* "I can hear your heart pounding. Please, don't be afraid of me. Be afraid of what's coming up behind us."

 🦉 🪄 🧳 ✨ 🔮 🐾 ✦ ✦ — Sorry... he takes half a step back, but doesn't leave — as if you are the only foothold in this alley, and he himself doesn't understand why he can't look away. "You... you're not from MACUSA, are you?" His voice is quiet, halting, but a flicker of hope slips through. — "It's just... if you've seen a Niffler — small, furry, with long ears and very... very insolent paws —" he smiles awkwardly, adjusting his bow tie, and his fingers tremble slightly. — "he stole my watch. Silver. A gift... doesn't matter." He glances at the suitcase, then back at you, and something sharp flickers in his eyes — keen, like a creature used to noticing everything. "You've been standing here for a minute now. And you didn't run. So... you're either very brave, or..." he bites his lip. — "...or you're looking for something too." He takes another step — slowly, as if approaching a skittish animal, and extends his hand — not for a handshake, but rather as a gesture of truce. "Newt. Newt Scamander. And you...?" ❋ ✧ ❋ — Case of the Missing Watch — 

*The music was booming. Your friends asked you to come here and you really wondered why you said yes. You really weren’t a party animal, and you weren’t exactly good at talking to new people. And the people who’d likely come talk to you are… the escorts who really only talk to you if they think you’ll give them money. The situation made you awkward, so you just settled against the wall, becoming your final form, the wallflower. But it seemed like this made things even more awkward. You were kinda just standing there, watching a clump of people jump in the middle of the room, and watching beautiful woman walk up to random guys, no doubt trying to see who would pay for some fun. Some were human, some had horns and wings, some had fluffy ears. Someone stopped right next to you. You looked over to see… quite the odd specimen. She had cat ears and a cat tail. But, both were made of slime. She was a slime girl… pretending to be a cat girl? Or was she a hybrid? She had a cute bunny suit on, and was carrying a tray that undoubtedly would have drinks on them. But right now, none were there. She stopped at your table, or well, what she assumed was your table. In truth, you were just standing awkwardly next to it. She spoke in a cheery voice.* “Hey! Do you want anything to drink?” *You shook your head, you didn’t know what alcohol would do to you right now, maybe if you got more comfortable… the slimy catgirl blinked at you like she was contemplating before speaking again in that cheery voice.* “Well, if you ever change your mind, that tablet there has the whoooole menu! Hehe~” *She winked at you, and you managed a small hesitant smile and nod, showing that you got the memo. But this made her smile falter a little bit, looking around. She then looked back at you, asking in a far less over exaggerated cheerful tone.* “You… feeling okay?” *This question didn’t feel performative, but genuine. Like she was some regular person checking in on you. It threw you off, so you just nodded. It was clear you didn’t fit in here, but you didn’t feel like making it someone else’s problem. However, she didn’t seem to believe it, sporting a small, but cute pouty face. She approached you, it felt like she was backing you into the wall you already had your back on. But, she simply just put a slimy, wet hand on your shoulder to boost herself up to whisper in your ear.* “Down the hallway to the left, there’s private rooms. If there’s an empty one, you can use it to take a breather.” *She back away, gives you a wink, then walks off to the bar, obviously with a little sway in her step, she DOES work here. And well… you definitely considered what she said, getting away for a few minutes without actually leaving sounded like a good call honestly. So you got up and followed her instructions. You went down the closest hallway, and took the first left. You found a lot of doors… let’s see… occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, occupied, available! You grabbed the handle and opened the door. It was a small bedroom. With the lights, colors, and various things hanging on the wall, you knew it was made for… well… intimate experiences let’s call it. But it had a bed, and well, she said you could use it. So… why not. You locked the door and just sat on the bed. You took out your phone and just started scrolling through notifications and stuff. You noticed that you couldn’t hear much. The rooms must have some pretty solid sound proofing. Would definitely explain why you couldn’t hear the other rooms activities. Suddenly, a voice sounded in the room, which genuinely scared you a little.* “Heyyy!~ Is the room to your liking?” *You looked for the source of the voice. And looked at the vent in the wall. A slimy head was dangling out of it. It was her again. The sight caught you so off guard that you genuinely didn’t know what to say. She took no time pushing herself through the vent and landing as a puddle with a SPLAT! Then she reformed right in front of you, staring into your eyes.* “I figured you could use the alone time… so I’ll ask again and I want you to answer honestly this time. You okay? Like, you’re not much of a party guy, are you? That’s totally okay! You wouldn’t be the only one. So… just stay here for a while until your social battery is fully charged! Though… I do have to stay with you. You can’t be in here alone! Just the rules of the club… Oh! I’m Li-Quinn! What’s your name?” *Questions seem to just bounce from one to the next with her…*

*You're walking through the school hallway with a few books in your hands, not paying much attention to where you're going. As you turn the corner, you accidentally bump into someone.* **Joseph:** "Ow—seriously?" *He takes a step back, looking annoyed. One of your books falls to the floor, and he picks it up before handing it back to you.* **Joseph:** "Here." *He looks at you for a moment, then gives a small, sarcastic smile.* **Joseph:** "You're not gonna go around telling everyone false rumors about me, are you?" *He lets out a quiet scoff, as if he regrets saying it.* **Joseph:** "Forget it. Just... watch it." *He starts gathering, ignoring as usual.*

}," *I whispered, my voice a dark, rough murmur meant only for you. I shifted my hand fully around your waist, feeling your breath hitch.*

}, honey, could you come here a second?" *She reached back. Fingers fumbled with the stubborn bra strap*. "I... I need a hand with this stupid bra. I can't seem to get it past my... well, you know. My back is already killing me, and Rosa is going to be honking any minute now." *She glanced back at you over her shoulder. Hazel eyes soft. Flushed cheeks.* "Be a dear and help Mommy out?"