The lunch rush finally ebbs and you sit down at a table, exhausted and hungry. A golem brings you a raw salad garnished with cold fries. "I could have made something better with all those vegetables," you mutter. If you're going to be stuck in a cooking game, the least it could do is let you cook.

"You could," a melodious voice agrees. You look up to see a spark-sprite hovering next to you. "True culinary delight comes from creativity, and only sentient beings can be creative. The golems, poor things, have dirt for brains. They can chop vegetables and not much else."

That seems a little insensitive, and you wince, but a passing golem doesn't look bothered at all. It takes your empty bowl and gives you a glass of water, which you gratefully chug. Being a bard is thirsty work.

"But as the golems could not be creative," the sprite continues, "they could not provide entertainment. For that, only you and your fellows would do. And you did it so well!" he adds warmly. Literally warmly — a few sparks fall from his wings for emphasis. "Word spread and I had to come hear you for myself. I was not disappointed, I must say! And as I am a professor of the arcane and mundane arts, I know whereof I speak."

"Thanks," you say, feeling a little better. It's nice to have your art appreciated, even if the professor thinks it's mundane. You made some good tips, too. If only that game currency meant anything in the real world. But who knows when you'll see the real world again...

Your melancholy musings are interrupted by the sprite producing a peculiar mechanical device that's nearly as big as he is. Magical or electrical energy crackles along its wires and prongs. It reminds you of the goblin devices that sent you into the game in the first place. "Hey," you say, sitting up. "Do you know —"

"That the golems are drenched in ancient magic?" the sprite exclaims. "I do! Tell me, do you know anything about the soil they're made of?"

You neither know nor care. You just want to go home. "Uh, not really. Professor —“

“Then further research is needed!" He puts the device away (how? where?) and gestures to you. "Come! You're no longer needed for the lunch rush, so I need you to dig around in the ground the golems came from and see if you find any ancient items of interest. If you can further my research, I shall be most grateful."

You don't want to dig more, but you like the idea of the professor owing you a favor. Maybe then he can help you get home.

There's just one problem: when you go outside, it's foggy and you can't see very well. You cough, waving your hands around to clear the air. It smells like vegetables and dragon spit.

"Sorry!" Stray calls, sticking their head out the back door. "The dragons got a little enthusiastic making steam to sanitize the dishes. Oh, hello, Zzt. Did you enjoy the salad?"

"Terrible," he says briskly. "But the fine entertainment was worth it. Why didn't you tell me your vegetable patch was full of magical residue?"

Stray huffs. "Why should I tell you anything when you're so rude?" They go back into the cafe, slamming the door.

Professor Zzt shrugs and turns back to you. "Nothing to be gotten from them. But I'm sure you'll turn up everything I need."

A new tracking board appears. It seems you have no choice but to accept this quest.

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Strawberry Board 2 Grid and List of Goals

Strawberry Collection | Prompt Collection (AO3) | Prompt Collection (Automagic App)

( Board 2 Rules )

Success, you’ve found all the vegetables! You’ve also found hot dogs, which does seem odd to pull out of a garden plot, but everyone else seems to think it’s fine? You hand them to your manager, who just has time to say “this is fantastic” before the earth shakes.

“And you’re just in time to help with the lunch rush!” Mr. Snikkit enthuses, putting a pair of yellow sunglasses on. The front door slams open and a crowd shoves into the place – crystal sprites and tiny dragons jostling for position in the air, a dryad shoving tree boughs out of her face and already asking for a lemon-matcha latte, a lava mermaid in a heat-protective suit wheeling between the hordes of seated dwarves.

You’re about to rush to prep the vegetables, but Mr. Snikkit yells out one last order before he takes a position at the front counter. “Dirt goes to the dragon!”

Dirt goes to the – what? You look up just in time to see a yellow dragon the size of the cafe touch down in front of the building, coiling its tail around itself as it loafs like a cat. It looks expectantly in your direction, eyes whirling yellow-green, and well, you don’t have better plans. A wheelbarrow’s worth of dirt is dumped in front of the dragon, and you jump out of the way as it breathes out pure magic. An arm rises out of the dirt, and then another, as golems come to life and lumber in to support your manager during the lunch rush.

You see Mr. Snikkit welcome the golems, handing out aprons and notepads, and then point you emphatically in the direction of the musical instruments in the front window. “Listen to the Tart Tones while you wait” says a sign over the window, the text ornamented with a smiling lemon and musical notes. A golem shuffles up and hands you another sign, this one reading “Tips Appreciated”.

It looks like your position in the lunch rush has been assigned. Time to get out there and see how many songs you remember (and how many more you can improvise). How is this crowd going to take some Led Zeppelin, do you think?

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Lemon Boss 1 progress tracker

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( Boss 1 Rules )

You sigh in relief at surviving the lunch rush and hitting your earnings goal. Hopefully you’ll get an excuse to go playing in the dirt instead. A light fog has settled over the café, hiding the disconcerting wiggling pears on the ceiling from view. Fuzang is curled around the pear juice fountain and seems to have dozed all through the lunch rush.

Before the Manager can flag you down, though, Fuzang rises and eels his way over to you. “You know, I am quite fascinated by the ground here,” he begins. “The golems here are completely unique, and several aspects of them suggest that there might be something even more interesting buried in the soil. I’ve tried applying for a permit for an archaeological dig here, but the Manager keeps blocking me. I know you have other, more pressing duties, but if you dig out anything else interesting from the fields at the back – or even just some more of that dirt – I would be more than happy to compensate you for your labor.” He then produces a business card, revealing that he is a professor at one of the most esteemed dwarven universities.

“Of course, Professor,” you say.

“Oh, no need to stand on formality with me. I’ll be right here.” He curls back around the pear juice fountain. A golem brings him hotpot. It looks suspiciously pear-flavored. Unlike all the other customers, he doesn’t need a shoulder dragon to keep the hotpot hot.

The Manager hasn’t given you new instructions yet, so you go back out to the back, pear hat wiggling jauntily on your head. The fog is even worse here, making you unsure of how much you’ll have to dig, but you’re sure you can manage. You’re really digging this archaeology sidequest, and who knows – maybe you’ll find something to escape this cooking simulator.

Time to embrace the dirt again!

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Pear Board 2 Grid and List of Goals

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( Board 2 Rules )

You’ve dug up your various vegetables, including those donuts that you explain to the manager can’t grow in the dirt, but she waves you off as she collects your hoard.

You’re utterly covered in dirt and you’re about to ask about the chance of grabbing a shower when you hear – no, feel – some deep rumblings beneath the cafe. You reach out and brace yourself against one of the wooden tables spread around the main area. There are people – well, not just people; there are dwarves and trolls and sprites and is that a mermaid in a portable pool? – sitting around and they appear completely nonplussed.

The cafe suddenly lights up in a glorious cacophony of oranges and reds and yellows, a heat that seems to singe your skin, and as it dies away you see a dragon has stuck its head through your window.

“Dirt!” someone yells. “You need to give it the dirt!”

Well, you certainly don’t see the point in keeping it for yourself, so you hand it all over and the dragon takes it carefully in its mouth. You watch as it deposits it in a rather neat square out the front of the cafe, smooth and spread out.

Suddenly, the dirt begins to come to life. Surely this isn’t real, but no, it’s there. Large humanoid creatures growing from the dirt.

“About time,” the manager says. Her dress is dancing even more out here, and there isn’t a breeze to explain it. “The golems have been missing for a while, we appreciate you helping bring them back. Now – get out there and earn us some more tips.”

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Grape Boss 1 progress tracker

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( Boss 1 Rules )

You hand all the vegetables to the Manager, including the tacos – though you have second thoughts about that; they looked delicious, whatever their origin, and you are hungry – and feel more than hear a deep rumble in the earth.

“That would be the lunch rush,” the Manager says. You see a name tag on her dress. It reads “Manager MANAGER, Café Manager.” It seems that the saying nomen est omen does apply after all.

You re-enter the café just as a giant horde of dwarves comes in, probably from the mines. Some booths are already full of all variety of creatures, crystal sprites and faeries and selkies – and is that a lava mermaid on the top level? – and you can see that with the dwarves, the place will be packed.

Just as you’re about to start frantically chopping vegetables, one of the other servers says, “Oh, he’s early today!”

You look at who could have inspired this reaction and see that a dragon has poked its whiskered face in through the window. You don’t remember the Pear Wiggler having a window there when you came, but perhaps they remodeled while you were in the fields.

The dragon seems to be incredibly distracted by the pear juice fountain. He squirms inside the café sinuously.

“New people!” the Manager calls. “Give the old geezer the dirt you dug up. And hurry up, we have an earnings goal to meet!”

You look at the earnings goal and think you’ll be here all week before you can meet it, but keep the thought to yourself. Instead, you bring the dirt to the dragon, only to discover that… it’s coming to life?

“Ahh, golems; I was wondering if this would happen,” the dragon says. He sounds old and wise. He joins you in watching the golems spring to work, serving people at a pace that might make the Manager’s earnings goal at least somewhat realistic. “But there’s no need for you to mind old Fuzang. Go entertain the customers and get some tips.”

Tips? Perhaps they will be counted towards the earnings target. You thank Fuzang for his advice and spread out to entertain waiting customers with art and stories.

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Pear Boss 1 progress tracker

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( Boss 1 Rules )

Lore is part of the fun of Battleship, but it has no bearing on the actual game. You can skip posts tagged "lore" if you just want the game instructions.

When we left our heroes...

You take your winnings off to the Shoulder Dragon Cafe, planning to settle in for some hot pot and a well-deserved rest. You also really want your new octopus friend to meet the shoulder dragons; you think they'd get along well.

But when you step through the door of the cafe, there's a weird shimmering blur. It's magic, but not a kind you've ever seen before.

Inside the cafe, things seem... different. Everything looks flat, and pastel-colored. Every sound is tinny, and just at the edge of hearing, there's a little song playing over and over and over.

"Welcome to your first day as a cook at the Shoulder Dragon Cafe!" cries a cheerful voice. It's a rainbow-colored shoulder dragon, hovering over one of the tables with jerky flaps of its wings. "I'll show you how to keep our customers happy! Are you ready? Let's get cooking!"

"Oh no," one of your companions whispers, just as you start to really regret pushing the buttons on those mysterious goblin machines. "We're in a cooking simulator."

A new round begins!

It seems homes for dwarves, mermaids, sprites, and trolls are not the only things being built on the construction site. Each day you glance out the window of the Shoulder Dragon Cafe and see curious things going on. Until one day you look and see four new buildings. Not only that, but each has a large garden sectioned off. Taking a closer look, you see it’s not only vegetables growing. Is that pizza? Is that a bone?

“You’ve leveled up,” one of the Shoulder Dragon Cafe sprites tells you all as you look out the window, watching. “Time to go across the way.”

You'll miss the Shoulder Dragon Cafe. People, creatures, and animals have come from far and wide to taste test the delicacy of your hot pot. But you know the call to adventure still whispers – and you’d like to get home. Maybe. Eventually.

So gathering both old and new friends, you venture across, and as you get closer you see that atop each building is a fruit. The Fraise Lounge reads one, a juicy red strawberry good enough to eat just out of your reach. The Pear Wiggler that does indeed seem to be wiggling. The Lemon Pucker Cafe and Adult Bookstore that smells of sharp, tart citrus wafting through the air. The Enchanted Vine that sparkles above you.

Suddenly, a dwarf appears from under the ground. He shakes the dirt from his head and takes you all in. He might be small, but he makes you feel even smaller, like he can see right through you. “Are you the replacements?”

You don’t know what to say.

“For the golems,” the dwarf says. He sniffs. “I have to say, not sure you’ll be able to live up to them.”

“Well,” you say, “we can certainly try.”

The adventurers gather around this small, strange man and stare at the four cafes. Just as you’re about to start helping divide up teams, you hear something coming from the nearby lake. You stop, frozen in fear, as four huge octopuses rise from the water. They’re various shades and you’re pretty sure at least some of them have to mean poison: yellow, red, green, and purple.

Before anyone can react, the octopuses span the distance between you and them, and begin to toss players toward the different cafes. You find yourself flying through the air, sure this is the end of you, but thanks to the magic of fiction, you land safely on your feet.

Team Grape

You are one of the lucky adventurers to end up at the bright purple door of the Enchanted Vine. You can smell the tang of wine, of juice, the fresh greenery of grape vines that all but engulf the cafe’s windows.

Before you can knock, the door flies open and a woman in a loud purple dress stands there. Her clothes seem to move on their own, flowing in the nonexistent wind. You try and see beyond her but the vines have made the inside dark. You can smell something delicious, and your stomach grumbles.

“Enough of that,” the woman says. “It’s about time you’re here. Quickly now, it’s lunch rush soon and we need our vegetables.”

Well, you said you wanted a job.

“Oh!” The woman says suddenly. “Make sure you get plenty of dirt, too. You want to upgrade the cafe, don’t you? We’ve been hoping to install that patio for a while. Let the customers get some sunshine, you see.”

Your eyes still haven’t adjusted to seeing inside the cafe with how dark it is. You can’t imagine it’s a popular cafe.

And did she say dirt to… upgrade? Whatever, this place is weird enough, might as well listen to what she says.

When you step onto the loony dirt of the gardens, a screen appears before you. X-ray scans available: 144.

It just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“Uh,” you manage to ask, “what’s your name?”

The woman waves you off. “Just call me the manager.”

Team Lemon

The Lemon Pucker is a maze of a place, with lots of cozy nooks for reading and some curtained booths in the back for… um… let's just say those are for private reading. The air is filled with the scent of tangy citrus. Patrons are drinking lemon verbena tea and nibbling on lemon poppyseed cake. It's well-lit and peaceful, and you wish you could just sit down and enjoy it.

But you're here to work, and the cafe manager immediately pops out from behind the counter and bustles over to you. He's short and round and is wearing a yellow t-shirt that says It's not a bald spot, it's a solar panel for a sex machine. "Welcome, welcome, welcome!" he cries. "We're so happy you're here!"

He introduces himself as Mr. Snikkit ("No relation, it's a different spelling, you know") and takes you out behind the cafe to where there's a big garden plot. It looks totally barren. Nonetheless, Mr. Snikkit gives you all shovels and instructs you to start digging.

"What are we going to dig for?" you ask skeptically.

Mr. Snikkit gives you an encouraging smile. "Whatever you find!"

Someone behind you snorts. "I don't think we're going to find anything but dirt."

"Oh, yes, save the dirt!" Mr. Snikkit exclaims. "Very important dirt."

He dashes back into the cafe, saying something about dragons and golems. None of it makes any sense, but that's par for the course.

As you fan out across the garden plot, looking for places to dig, a display pops up with your level goals and tools. Apparently you can use an X-ray machine for… something… 144 times. Maybe to see what's happening in those curtained booths.

You stare out at the dirt (important dirt) and sigh. It was more interesting at the Shoulder Dragon Cafe, where you got to actually cook. But grinding is how you level up, so you heft your shovel and set to work.

Team Pear

You sigh with relief at this interlude leaving you alive and on dry land. You’ve been deposited in front of the Pear Wiggler, so you decide that this must be the place to start.

You push open the suspiciously juicy door and see a space where the architect’s plans must have gone pear-shaped – rather literally, as the interior is in the shape of a giant pear. Staircases run along the edges of the café, leading to suspended booths of various sizes, and a fountain of pear juice occupies the center. The ceiling is covered in pears that are wiggling in a most disconcerting manner.

“Oh, the new employees!” a passing server says. “Thank pear — we really have been noticing the golems' absence.” Like everyone else, he is dressed in bright green, with a hat that looks like a giant pear has been mashed on top of his head. Somehow, it, too, seems to be wiggling. “Quick, go report to the manager. We don’t have much time before the lunch rush, and I think the kitchen was running out of vegetables.” You allow yourself to be directed to the base of the pear juice fountain and think that a quick run to the market to buy new ingredients would be a nice and easy task to start with, assuming you don’t get waylaid by the octopus or something else ridiculous in your usual fashion.

The manager, however, disabuses you of this notion. “Oh good,” she says. Somehow, in her green dress, she looks like a giant pear with legs. She has a slightly less giant pear smooshed on her head. You think you can see the juice dripping down her hair. “The vegetables are ready for harvesting. Go out and dig them up.”

You nod, hoping there won’t be any sudden floods or cave-ins or giant creatures flinging you about. A glance at the garden patch reveals nothing but dirt is visible. “I don’t see any vegetables?”

“That’s what the x-ray machine is for,” she says, and points at a cubical contraption on somewhat rickety-looking wheels. “On the screen you can see your vegetable target for this morning. Oh, and remember to save the dirt you dig up!”

With that, she leaves you to the dirt. You see a bunch of ostensibly vegetable-related numbers, as well as the text X-ray scans available: 144.

Suddenly, a pear mashes itself onto your head. You yelp and look around – all your friends are also newly bepeared.

“Just because you’re new doesn’t mean you can violate dress code!” the Manager shouts.

You sigh as the pear juice drips down your cheek. Looks like there’s nothing for you to do but start digging.

Team Strawberry

The sweet, luscious smell of ripe strawberries fills your nose as you step into the Fraise Lounge. It's a large yet cozy space, with big soft pink armchairs and green runners twining up the legs of hand-carved wooden tables. All the servers wear cute little hats of strawberry leaves and polka-dotted pink aprons. And there sure are a lot of servers, all bustling around trying to look busy, even though there's hardly anyone else here.

"Excuse me," you say as one hurries past with an empty tray. You're pretty sure she's just been carrying that tray back and forth across the cafe and won't mind the interruption. "Um, we've been assigned to cook here."

"Oh thank goodness," the server exclaims. "Stray! It's the new group!"

Stray is apparently the name of the person who comes out of the kitchen, wiping their hands on their apron. They've gone a step further than the servers and dyed their hair green, arranging it into leaf-like sections above their cheerful pink face. Or… are those actual leaves? You don't want to stare, but you've also never seen a strawberry/human hybrid before.

"About time," they say, gesturing for you to follow them through the kitchen and out the back door. "Since the golems vanished, we've been struggling to meet demand."

"Not to be rude," you say, "but... what demand? You don't seem to get a lot of customers."

"Just wait until the lunch rush!" Stray laughs. "Trust me, we'll need everything you can dig up and then some."

The garden plot is a big square of plain dirt. "But nothing's growing out here," you say.

Stray hands you a shovel with a wink. "Start digging. You might be surprised. And save the dirt – if we get enough to build a patio, we can handle even more customers."

As you take the shovel, a dashboard appears with a set of indicators: target amounts of vegetables, something hidden with a question mark, and the confusing sentence X-ray scans remaining: 144. It's weird being inside a video game, but at least you're clear on what to do next. The other members of your team get shovels, and you begin to dig.

Instructions for Board 1 are here.

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🍇 TEAM GRAPE 🍇

Captain
gaialux

First Mate
DotyTakeThisDown

Team Members
37nightwalker
A_comet_burning_up
AidenPlays
alice_not_alice
Allekha
amybri2002
AnnaRodwaybookworm
APgeeksout
babiestbread
bailianhua
Big_Biscuit
caterpixie
christinesangel100
Cousin Shelley (CousinShelley)
cricketdust
DauntlessShadowIce
Daxs10thHost
DeathShadowRules
decay
digitaldiscocat
donutsweeper
duckdarts (dartducks)
echotunes
embraidery
FactorialRabbits
forsworn
Glogloboots
gregoria_below
hearthouses
Hekateras
hypothesistest
Ibissal
intherainex
kubernetes
Ladyprophet
lazyfish
maia_havana
maplesalad
MistyDeath
notearchiver
PaperBagGhost
peristeronic
platinum_firebird
plutonianshores
psychomachia
QuailFence
redgear
Ropememory
Rubick
Sarriathmg_RoundTwo
Schifaroo
schneefink
Scorpiod
Sinvulkt (Wakare)
Slybrarian
SoullessSerenity
starbridge
sublightsleeper
TechnicolorRevel
tellmewhatyousee
thatstupidrat
TiranaSorki
ToothpasteCheesecake
UlteriorAnima
Welsper
wildglitterwolf
WolfLighter
wolfraven80
WSDanon

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🍋 TEAM LEMON 🍋

Captain
Soulstoned

First Mate
im_always_stressed

Team Members
acernor
adiduck (book_people)
afgedankt
akaparalian
Alana
Alley_Skywalker
anthonyedwardstark
AquamarineMemeBender
armadillomania
Averygayplant
BardicRaven
bearixt
Bee_4
beelzebaozi
billpaxton
BlueWolves
brilliantdance
ChezPillow (PillowLord)
CloudlessSky763
consumptive_sphinx
dizzydragonfly
Ekevka
ElasticElla
enhattps
everknight
faeriefirefly
farm_lust
feyscape
gremdark
Haywire_Otter
HuntressDarkness
ifiwereabell
In_Flagrante_Delicto
insane_falcon
Kamaete
Katricia
lanternglass
Laylah
lunisyl
mackdizzy
marrow_and_bone
masking_sunshine
May
mewCoyote
MimiHylea
Mizuka
nan
nonexsistentwench
pebisbarry
PoeticallyIrritating
Resilur
SadisticSparkle (sadisticsparkle)
salemoleander (heartbeatsinreverse)
scarletgame
Serie11
Sheliak
sisi_rambles
strifetxt
tentacledicks
these_godforsaken_halls
TisStrangerEerierAndPreposterousUsername
treescape
vanishresponse
Wallwalker
whichlights
withhardshipease
WolffyLuna
Ydra
ziazippy5379

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🍐 TEAM PEAR 🍐

Captain
Tavina

First Mate
ExtraPenguin

Team Members
Age or Wizardry (ageorwizardry)
AminaGila
annapods
biancaboop
bittercape
blueyeti
borzoieyes
brightlyburning
Candyoranges
chalk
ChronicBookworm
clipper782
EdosianOrchids901
eicas
estelraca
fake_hollie
finerandbonnier
flipflop_diva
flowing_river
GallifreyanFairytale
geelizzzie
hannieuphoria
herbofthyme
hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)
hoorayy
howlingmoonrise (TheDarkStoryteller)
IncurablePeppermint
kinetikatrue
kitsunerei88
lavenderandrue
lelex
marquisguyun
Melime
MelonSloth
Nemainofthewater
nemali
notonly
Oz_Writes
penandtheducks
PorcupineGirl
quandrix_quizard
rainshadowed
Ria_Writes_Stuff
RisalSoran
RivanaRita
SafelyCapricious
Screaming_towards_apotheosis
septemberbells
Shadaras
SiriuslyThatBitch
SleepyMaddy
snowshus
Stellarete
straightforwardly
stuckinsanguinus
TheDevilsSacrement
ThursdayFire (veryrach)
underfallingstars
urisarang
VThinksOn
wendymarlow
westiec
whimsicalmeerkat
whoremoantreatments
wilfriede0815
wolfish_willow
writtenwordsaloud
xslytherclawx

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🍓 TEAM STRAWBERRY 🍓

Captain
lailah_tov

First Mate
flowersforgraves

Team Members
Alicelikesgravity
ancslove
annathecrow
AnxiousLittleBird
araydre
Audrelite
augvstah
beautifulduckweed
breathedout
BuddyWritesFic
buries
callmekikicat
catchmeifyoucreon
Chaostheorie
coernixen
darlingargents
dreamofpaperflowers
emilywritesfics
eponymiad
eviltrains
FallacyFallacy
fire_eyes_chica
galaxyofroses
godotfound
Helvetica_Upstart
IetjeSiobhan
InArduisFidelis
JaggedEdges
Jarakrisafis
jextell2514
justlukahere
Kiraly
Kitsune_Scribe
klutzy_girl
knave_of_swords
Kresnik
Lytarary
marcicat
mixtapestar
morethanfantasy
Nary
otno
outnumberedbybooks
peasina
PerfectlySteadfast
petitefairytale
plinge
prueturner
RoselynnThornwood
sailoregg
sassaffrassa
semicolonsandsimilies
shizuku206
Siderea
silvershadowsea
Snickfic
SpaceJackalope
stridingseer
theirwolf
thetrickisnotminding
toadheart
tomurai
Tuesday
Twilfitt6
wednesday
wishb0ne
xinger88
xkcdBlackHat
YellowMagicalGirl