Snippet from CDTY

Date: 2nd of March, 2025

Diary Entry No.1:

Time is a curious thing.

I’m sure that’s been said a billion times before but that’s because it’s true. It stops, it goes, it slows down, it speeds up.

I don’t really understand it that well but maybe that’s because I refuse to mess with it by going backwards anymore.

My name is Rue Bancroft. I’m starting this journal as a way to clear my thoughts and make sure i remember everything important that happens.

Recently, I started to work as an engineer for OFEOT, otherwise known as the Organization for the Exploration of Time.

It’s…interesting is the best way to put it, I think.

@writer-grandma @alexis-bellissima

in front of the camera pt.10

(The camera started up to Raine staring boredly at it)

“Today, I will be documenting the many time Daniele tries to get Mallory to admit to liking him. *Connolly and **Leander’s fails will also be documented.”

(Cut. The camera is balanced on Raine’s shoulder and pointed towards a blond male.)

“And, for my next trick,” he said after pulling a card out from behind his ear, “I’ll need a female and 20 minutes.”

A snort was heard before Raine said, “20 minutes.”

“Female,” came from off camera accompanied by a snort from Mallory.

(Cut. The camera is focused on Daniele who is in the kitchen.)

“You know,” he began as he took a tray of biscuits out of the oven, “I really think Mallory is finally starting to like me.”

“No, I’m not!” Mallory shouted from another room.

Daniele leaned closer to the camera and whispered, “I’m wearing her down,” with an assured look on his face.

“You aren’t. You really aren’t.”

(Cut. Daniele is decorating the living room in heart shaped decorations and Raine is sat on the couch following him with the camera.)

“Love is in the air~” he sang, waltzing across the room. He said that at the same moment Mallory walked into the room.

She heard what he said, took one look at the decorations and pulled out a can of air freshener.

“Not anymore,” was muffled beneath her hand as she sprayed it.

(Cut. Connolly was bickering with Mallory and the camera kept moving slightly from side to side.)

“No, no, no! The painting needs to be slightly to the left to be perfectly aligned with the rest of the paintings.”

“Why the fuck am I even doing this?” Mallory asked, glaring at him. “Why should I listen to you, anyway? You’re a virgin who can’t drive.”

He stared at her for a moment. “That was harsh.”

“It was honest is what you mean.”

(Cut. The camera is pointed at Mallory and Daniele who are arguing about Mallory’s clothes.)

“Why are you always wearing mesh? You need to dress everyday like you’re going to get murdered in those clothes!“

"In this house, there’s a high probability that you will be murdered,” Mallory paused, “and I would be totally fine with dying in a mesh top.”

*Connolly appeared in the previous snippet.

**Leander is the character otherwise known as Blondie.

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in front of the camera pt.9

(The camera starts up to focus on a twitchy man who looked a lot older than he actually was.)

“Okay, I’m not a psychologist or a counselor but I’m the closest thing this place is ever gonna get. Start talking,” Mallory spoke up from somewhere out of the camera frame.

He glared at her before sighing. “I feel like when lesbians look at me, they’re thinking: that’s why I’m not a heterosexual.”

“I mean…I’m not a lesbian but I can guarantee that if I was, you would be the reason.”

“Why are you even doing this if all you’re going to do is insult me?”

“I told you. I’m the closest thing to a psychologist or counselor this place is gonna get,” she paused for a moment before adding, “that, and mocking you is one of the highlights of my day.”

in front of the camera pt.8

(Camera starts up to Raine and Mallory sat on two swivel chairs. He hands her a thermos)

“What is this?” she looked at it suspiciously.

“Mint tea,” he said blandly.

She stared at him, took a gulp, smiled when she realized he hadn’t lied and nodded.

“I like you. I will make you mine.”

“Like as a boyfriend or like as a slave?”

“Yes.”

*Raine is a previously unnamed character, known for being incredibly emotionless in both speech and facial expressions all the time.

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Section From FTS

It was only after about an hour sat in silence with the god beside her as they both quietly drunk their way through several drinks that she decided to turn around and face him.

“So, it’s been a while,” she began, leaning on the back of her hand.

It took him a bit to respond but he got there eventually. “You could say that. We last met in…Athens?”

“Sparta,” she corrected him, snorting slightly when he only rolled his eyes.

She was pretty sure Apollo was drunk and had to wonder why he was still being served after how long he must have been there.

“Whatever,” he groaned and buried his face into the crook of his arm.

“What’s up with you?”

“Kids.”

“Ah,” she paused and blinked before continuing, “that’s what you get for sleeping around without taking precautions.”

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Another Section of AESGTLA

It was a rather cluttered kitchen. Various plants with varying magical properties sat on the windowsill and grew somewhat out of control, the table was surrounded by mismatched chairs that all had cushions with colourful patterns, and the fridge was covered in various food and potion recipes.

They grabbed a cup from the cupboard and put a teaspoon of coffee in before filling it with water. A simple warming charm was cast until the water started to boil. Aubrey stirred the coffee before adding a spoonful of sugar.

Leaving their coffee on the counter to cool, they opened the fridge to look for something to eat.

‘Nothing. Florian will through a fit if he comes over and finds out that I haven’t gone shopping in a week,” Aubrey mused as they shut the fridge door and moved on to the cupboards. They managed to find half a box of cereal and they promptly got out a bowl.

By that time, their coffee had cooled down enough for them to drink it and they took it, along with a bowl of cereal, into the living room.

They placed their breakfast down on the coffee table and grabbed the remote to switch on the TV.

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by moonlight

The full moon was the only source of light for him aside from the lamp on his desk. It was times like this that he regretted putting off his paperwork for as long as possible.

He paused in his writing when he felt arms wrap around his shoulders from behind.

“I regret ever deciding to become one of the ‘good guys’,” he muttered to her, laying down his pen with a sigh.

“Hmm,” she tilted her head forward enough to kiss him on the forehead, temporarily blocking his vision with her hair before pulling away. “Imagine if you were ruler of the world,” her voice was slightly teasing.

“I could make other people do it,” he replied, a pout on his face.

“By other people, you mean me.”

“Nah,” he twisted around in his seat to look her in the eye. “That would mean you wouldn’t have enough time to spend with me.”

“That might be a good thing,” she said mock thoughtfully, laughing at the look of indignation that crossed his face.

“You’re mean,” he said in a petulant tone, pouting once again.

“You love me.”

He sighed, smiling at her as he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her close enough for him to bury his face against her stomach. “Yeah, I do.”

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in front of the camera pt.7

(The camera starts up to Mallory standing very close to it)

“There’s lipstick on my teeth.”

(Cut)

“I think Blondie is PMSing,” came from off camera.

Cue badly covered up snorts of laughter.

(Cut)

“Why does my shampoo smell like strawberries? Alois, did you replace my shampoo with yours?!”

“Why the fuck do you think I would do that?!”

“Because you’re the only one with strawberry shampoo and I can smell cinnamon on you from over here!”

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Part of the First Chapter of Follow the Stars

It could be, Astra would think later, described as fate.

She didn’t like to attribute things to fate. That could’ve been because the Fates were smug bitches that just loved to remind her of her attempts to avoid becoming a goddess. That could also have been because of the many ways her domain was linked to fate. It’s written in the stars, star crossed lovers, etcetera.

That was later, at any rate.

It began in a bar. It wasn’t a bad bar, all things considered. She did have some class after all.

Unfortunately, so did a certain sun god.

Astra would have been quite happy to ignore him whilst she drank but by the time she’d realized who the drunk blond was, she had already sat down.

She had turned to look at him and he had raised his head at the same time, leaving them both staring at each other in mutual shock.

Astra had been the one to shake it off first. She turned to the bartender and asked for a margarita, deciding that she would deal with the idiot beside her later.

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we aren’t kids anymore

He awakes in pain. Then terror, for himself, for his family.

“Hello again,” a voice that might’ve once been comforting now caused a chill to set in. It was too calm, too blasé, too…empty for the situation.

He jerked his head up and laid eyes on Anshee for the first time in 13 years.

“What are you? Why are you?” he tried to ask before he finally managed to get the question he wanted to ask out. “What does the gang want?”

“Gang?” she tilts her head slowly to the side, dark eyes staring back at him blankly. “I haven’t been part of the gang for 10 years.”

“Then why…?”

“My current boss gave me orders to silence you.”

“And you agreed?!”

Anshee gave a barely there smile. He noticed the cruel gleam in her coal-like eyes, he noticed the black ribbon tying her fiery hair back, he noticed the faintest trace of blood on her pale skin.

“My loyalty is to my boss. Not to a boy I might have loved once, over a decade ago.”

From somewhere beside her, she picked up a knife.

“Now, shall we begin?”

Leon Fullman was found in such a state of decay that dental records had to be used to identify him. He left behind a wife and daughter.

The gang he’d been in when he was a teenager swore revenge.

They never got to have it.

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