Our Happy Ending | Risotto Nero | JJBA | CHP1-7 by annerly-san, literature
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Our Happy Ending | Risotto Nero | JJBA | CHP1-7
The warmth aroma of freshly baked bread and the wafting smells of the starting day’s espresso carried itself in the air of Naples. She inhaled with great vigor before contently letting her breath out with elated content. It was the smallest things that she appreciated in her life. Whether it was the sun shining brightly as it peered over the horizon and began its way across the clear blue sky to reach its pinnacle straight above her head, the wind gently ruffling the loose fabric at the hems of her sleeves, or the quiet scratching of pen against paper as she wrote out fantastical stories where she could aptly convey the best imagery and tales that her mind could muster. A street musician was playing in the background of the patio she sat in. The server had arrived with a freshly baked cornetto-- a golden brown that shone with the glisten of butter on top-- as well as a cappuccino with a gracefully drawn flower in the foam of the milk. Her pen inked the final letter of the word she had
Whiskey Woes | Integrated Contract - Acquantances by annerly-san, literature
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Whiskey Woes | Integrated Contract - Acquantances
“Ummm…. Why don’t you go… do your research or something…?”
“Would you rather not have me assist you?”
“It’ll be fine.” Their answer came quick. “Just think of it as having some time to yourself. You’ve worked hard these past few weeks.”
They felt actually bad for working food soul to near death. A UR soul had no place in the restaurant. Despite leveling him up with potions and seasonings, he was unable to acquire any gains in the amount of freshness that he held, nor exhibit certain bonuses when working.
Whiskey would go through the constant cycle of
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Levels, potions, s by annerly-san, literature
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Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Levels, potions, s
“Eat this.”
They held up a large mug of a bright blue liquid and a plate of glowing green ovals.
Whiskey, situated quite comfortably at the desk in his room, looked up in surprise at his attendant’s arrival.
They had kept him at a level one for a good while, only having him help out at the restaurant occasionally.
Whiskey smiled and took the mug from his attendant’s hands; he drank it in a single motion.
“Fufufufu… how interesting…” The air around him glowed with a soft light of red, blue and yellow.
“I’m slightly terrified,” his master attendant commented to themselves. The
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Restaurant Help by annerly-san, literature
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Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Restaurant Help
“WHISKEY, WHAT HAPPENED?!”
“My apologies, Master Attendant.”
They had walked into their store to find customers splayed over their chairs completely void of consciousness.
Their first thought was murder.
Their food soul murdered all of their customers. They were felons now. Life was over.
But under closer observation, they noted that there was no blood to be seen anywhere. Only turned over bowls of food and utensils on the floor-- some of which were still in the hands of the guests.
Empty bottles of alcohol stood on the counter next to the pot of rice congee which Whiskey was tasked to serve.
They pieced it toget
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - First Sight by annerly-san, literature
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Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - First Sight
Summoning Whiskey gave them woes beyond human comprehension.
Originally when they saw his silhouette in the summoning chamber, their heart almost went into cardiac arrest.
Ah, please not the bastard. Please, not the bastard. Please don’t be the-… and goddammit it’s the bastard.
“Hello, I am Vita. Aqua Vita. Perhaps you would be more familiar with the name Whiskey.”
Whiskey stood at the center of the summoning circle, freshly summoned from the onions and crystals that they had so dearly saved up.
They had heard rumors before of the notorious Whiskey. His calm demeanor and what atrocities laid in his bloo
Vita - Food Fantasy: Whiskey by annerly-san, literature
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Vita - Food Fantasy: Whiskey
“…How interesting….”
A shining ring of light radiated from the magic circle that had appeared on the floor beneath the food soul.
No one had attempted to summon him before. It was a new sensation that he had yet to experience. His young, and rather small, master attendant stood before him. A child.
“Hello. I am Vita. Aqua Vita. Perhaps you’d be more familiar with the name Whiskey,” he introduced with a humble bow.
Was it possible for a child to even summon him? The question of potential that his attendant held could be argued in opposing ways. Nevertheless, he was summoned. And so he woul
History's True Path | Ishida Mitsunari - IkeSen by annerly-san, literature
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History's True Path | Ishida Mitsunari - IkeSen
Fate never meant to be trifled with. And history had a certain knack to stay true to its course -- one way or another.
When she had originally been warped into the Sengoku period, history had altered in the quake of her presence and actions. The great unifier of Japan was pulled from his fate of death due to the actions she took to save him. A ripple effect translated throughout the rest of the events that should have happened in true history, forming a Sengoku period completely anew from the one recorded in the books of her time.
Originally, the difference in time and the transition to her new life gave her an unbelievably voluminous amo
Boku No Hero Academia: Kai Chisaki / Overhaul by annerly-san, literature
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Boku No Hero Academia: Kai Chisaki / Overhaul
"Your words mean nothing to me."
"...I know. But I'm still asking for your answer."
Fierce (e/c) eyes bore intently into apathetic hazel ones. Chisaki leaned lazily against the frame of the doorway, one arm bearing his weight whilst the other hung freely at his side. He stared straight at his fiance whose fists were mere inches from coming in contact with his face.
Her clenched fists shook with a gnawing frustration as the methodic ratter of clanking metal resounded in the otherwise silent room. Chained to the wall by a six foot chain locked around her ankle, she neither was permitted the freedom to leave the room, nor the freedom to a
Our Happy Ending | Risotto Nero | JJBA | CHP1-7 by annerly-san, literature
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Our Happy Ending | Risotto Nero | JJBA | CHP1-7
The warmth aroma of freshly baked bread and the wafting smells of the starting day’s espresso carried itself in the air of Naples. She inhaled with great vigor before contently letting her breath out with elated content. It was the smallest things that she appreciated in her life. Whether it was the sun shining brightly as it peered over the horizon and began its way across the clear blue sky to reach its pinnacle straight above her head, the wind gently ruffling the loose fabric at the hems of her sleeves, or the quiet scratching of pen against paper as she wrote out fantastical stories where she could aptly convey the best imagery and tales that her mind could muster. A street musician was playing in the background of the patio she sat in. The server had arrived with a freshly baked cornetto-- a golden brown that shone with the glisten of butter on top-- as well as a cappuccino with a gracefully drawn flower in the foam of the milk. Her pen inked the final letter of the word she had
Whiskey Woes | Integrated Contract - Acquantances by annerly-san, literature
Literature
Whiskey Woes | Integrated Contract - Acquantances
“Ummm…. Why don’t you go… do your research or something…?”
“Would you rather not have me assist you?”
“It’ll be fine.” Their answer came quick. “Just think of it as having some time to yourself. You’ve worked hard these past few weeks.”
They felt actually bad for working food soul to near death. A UR soul had no place in the restaurant. Despite leveling him up with potions and seasonings, he was unable to acquire any gains in the amount of freshness that he held, nor exhibit certain bonuses when working.
Whiskey would go through the constant cycle of
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Levels, potions, s by annerly-san, literature
Literature
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Levels, potions, s
“Eat this.”
They held up a large mug of a bright blue liquid and a plate of glowing green ovals.
Whiskey, situated quite comfortably at the desk in his room, looked up in surprise at his attendant’s arrival.
They had kept him at a level one for a good while, only having him help out at the restaurant occasionally.
Whiskey smiled and took the mug from his attendant’s hands; he drank it in a single motion.
“Fufufufu… how interesting…” The air around him glowed with a soft light of red, blue and yellow.
“I’m slightly terrified,” his master attendant commented to themselves. The
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Restaurant Help by annerly-san, literature
Literature
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - Restaurant Help
“WHISKEY, WHAT HAPPENED?!”
“My apologies, Master Attendant.”
They had walked into their store to find customers splayed over their chairs completely void of consciousness.
Their first thought was murder.
Their food soul murdered all of their customers. They were felons now. Life was over.
But under closer observation, they noted that there was no blood to be seen anywhere. Only turned over bowls of food and utensils on the floor-- some of which were still in the hands of the guests.
Empty bottles of alcohol stood on the counter next to the pot of rice congee which Whiskey was tasked to serve.
They pieced it toget
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - First Sight by annerly-san, literature
Literature
Whiskey Woes | Basic Contract - First Sight
Summoning Whiskey gave them woes beyond human comprehension.
Originally when they saw his silhouette in the summoning chamber, their heart almost went into cardiac arrest.
Ah, please not the bastard. Please, not the bastard. Please don’t be the-… and goddammit it’s the bastard.
“Hello, I am Vita. Aqua Vita. Perhaps you would be more familiar with the name Whiskey.”
Whiskey stood at the center of the summoning circle, freshly summoned from the onions and crystals that they had so dearly saved up.
They had heard rumors before of the notorious Whiskey. His calm demeanor and what atrocities laid in his bloo
Vita - Food Fantasy: Whiskey by annerly-san, literature
Literature
Vita - Food Fantasy: Whiskey
“…How interesting….”
A shining ring of light radiated from the magic circle that had appeared on the floor beneath the food soul.
No one had attempted to summon him before. It was a new sensation that he had yet to experience. His young, and rather small, master attendant stood before him. A child.
“Hello. I am Vita. Aqua Vita. Perhaps you’d be more familiar with the name Whiskey,” he introduced with a humble bow.
Was it possible for a child to even summon him? The question of potential that his attendant held could be argued in opposing ways. Nevertheless, he was summoned. And so he woul
History's True Path | Ishida Mitsunari - IkeSen by annerly-san, literature
Literature
History's True Path | Ishida Mitsunari - IkeSen
Fate never meant to be trifled with. And history had a certain knack to stay true to its course -- one way or another.
When she had originally been warped into the Sengoku period, history had altered in the quake of her presence and actions. The great unifier of Japan was pulled from his fate of death due to the actions she took to save him. A ripple effect translated throughout the rest of the events that should have happened in true history, forming a Sengoku period completely anew from the one recorded in the books of her time.
Originally, the difference in time and the transition to her new life gave her an unbelievably voluminous amo