A/N: I skipped Rayllum Prompt 3 because I really wasn't feeling it. Deeper explanation for the unexpected hiatus at the end of the chapter, for now, read! Prompt 4: Baking/cooking.
Chapter Summary: Rayla decides to take Sarai up on her offer in baking lessons. Unfortunately, Sarai is all too curious about her son's relationship life. College AU.
Word Count: 4,370
Sweet Treats
The echoing ring of the doorbell caused Sarai to put down her book and sigh. It was near noon, and no doubt one of those girl scout troops or whatever, were banging at her door hoping to catch her husband instead. Of course, they learned who was the weaker willed of the household and decided to capitalize on that. With a smug smirk, Sarai marched up their front door and began shouting, "We don't want your darn butterscotches," as she opened the door, she added, "And stop pestering my husband with caramel—" her rant stopped short as she realized who was stood outside.
She took a moment to observe her guest as she had not expected her to ever show up. A young woman donned in plain beige joggers fitted into some brown combat boots, accompanied with a sleeveless black shirt that had the written graphic, Food First & Later. Loosely hanging off her shoulders, was none other than the familiar Katolis Football Team varsity jacket. She stood at a slant, with both hands tucked into her jacket's pockets in an obvious attempt at hiding her nerves, whilst also bearing a small, polite smile.
"R-Rayla!" Sarai spoke, "What a surprise! What brings you by?"
From her own reaction, Rayla seemed to seeth. "I'm not intruding am I? I-I don't want to be a bother but—"
"Nonsense!" Sarai dismissed, waving off the young woman's concerns. "Come on in! Come on in!" she gestured inside, opening the door for her.
"Thank ya," she replied as she shuffled in.
Sarai held her smile as she led the young woman to the living room. "Come! Sit!" she offered as she situated herself on the brown loveseat. Rayla opted for the brown couch and sat with a somewhat rigidness to her. It was very noticeable to Sarai, and left her wondering what this was all about. "So," she began, "what brings you by?"
Rayla let out a small chuckle as she managed a smile. "Well… ya see… ma'am, I—"
"Sarai," she corrected with a proud smile. The confusion struck the younger girl and she couldn't help but laugh. "I said you could call me Sarai last time. We're all adults here!"
Rayla nodded at that. After a few seconds, she spoke up again. "Well, speaking of the last time I was here," she recalled, gathering her composure, "Ya offered to… teach me some lessons in, er, cookin'?" She shot a hesitant look at her, looking as if she was observing her reaction.
Sarai's face instantly beamed. This was happening. She clasped her hands together as she squealed, startling the football player. "Yes! Yes! Yes! I remember! Ooooh does this mean you want me to teach you?" she practically shouted.
Her soon-to-be apprentice let out a laugh as she awkwardly gestured for Sarai to calm down. "Umm yeah? Sorta?" Sarai's confusion must've been obvious as Rayla suddenly backpedaled on her words, "No! I do! It's just…" she trailed off into silence as she bit her lip.
Sarai couldn't help but frown at the sight. Obviously, she was nervous—no, embarrassed—about coming here with this request. The fact that Callum hadn't mentioned anything of a visit from Rayla meant he had no idea she was here. So she did not want his judgement or his knowing to be involved at all, or rather, at the moment it seemed. Whatever she wanted, she was definitely shy about bringing it up because it no doubt involved her son. It seemed like the most logical thing Sarai could jump to. Which only prompted her further to help this young woman.
She moved from her seat and crouched over to the girl, placing a hand on her knee. That instantly gained her attention from her silent spell, leaving Sarai to proceed with a reassuring smile. "Honey, whatever it is, I assure you, you'll receive no judgement from me." She winked as she patted her knee before retracting her hand. "I promise."
Relief looked as if it had washed over the jock and she grinned back at her. "I want to learn how to bake cookies," she finally spoke.
Sarai's brows raised. "Cookies?" she echoed.
Rayla nodded, clenching her hands in excitement as she went on, "Callum recently got offered to have his piece shown on display in the main lobby of the campus." Before Sarai could express her joy for her son's achievement, Rayla continued, "He was so nervous about the whole thing and he's been mullin' it over like it's either not a big deal or worth anythin'. I want to make him somethin' to celebrate the occasion! Because, I swear, his modesty'll kill me someday."
Sarai snorted at that as she shook her head. "Oh believe me, I know the feeling." Still, the idea of making him celebratory cookies specifically for the notion that he was too embarrassed to celebrate was something Sarai loved. Oh, this girl was perfect for her son. But the thought of them just being friends had suddenly plagued her mind and left the mother to internally sigh. If she was going to be doing Rayla a favor, she might as well extend it further and help her son too.
She shot up to her feet as she placed her hands on her hips, heroically smiling as she announced, "It's time to bake!" The excitement reached her new apprentice immediately, and soon enough Sarai was leading her to the kitchen.
Besides, what was that saying again? Fastest way to a man's heart is through his stomach?
Well Momma was about to make sure her son was well fed and served by a nice young lady.
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"So, what type of cookies did you have in mind?" Sarai asked.
She had donned her regular apron and stood by the kitchen counter, patiently awaiting for her apprentice—and soon-to-be daughter in-law—to very poorly tie her apron on. She had made sure to give Rayla Callum's old red one of which he used to use before he moved into the dorms. He had really gotten his growth spurt by the end of high school, and shot out of that apron immediately. But, Sarai was a sentimentalist at heart and thought it'd be nice to have Rayla wear it.
She finally managed to tighten her apron and shot Sarai an awkward smile, now moving her hands back to her hair to tie it up in a ponytail. "Uhh, I was also kinda hoping ya'd have some ideas? Callum's never really mentioned his favourite cookies."
Sarai's brows raised in shock. "Really? He hasn't brought it up yet?" That was disappointing. Maybe she needed to have a word with her son about being open with his (potential) partners.
Rayla chuckled as she shook her hands dismissively. "It's not a big deal Sarai," she reasoned, "Cal's shared stuff with me. Plenty. Actually, Soren'll probably wager more than he knows! Honestly, I think I've shared more about my sweet tooth than him." She offered a smirk and shrugged.
Sarai had many things to unpack at that moment. She must've been noticeably upset which prompted Rayla to say all of those things. But, she also just called her by her name and mentioned that those two have had intimate conversations already. The main thing however, was that she sensed Rayla must've felt obligated to defend Callum and that was what made her say all of that.
Of course, Harrow would say she's just over analyzing, but she wasn't.
"Uhhh, Sarai?"
She blinked out of her deep thoughts and turned to Rayla with a bright smile. "Right! Sorry, just thinking about Callum's favourite cookies. He likes oatmeal—"
"Really? Doesn't surprise me." Rayla snorted. "Plain and simple like usual." She rolled her eyes.
"Store bought," Sarai finished with a chuckle. "He likes store bought oatmeal cookies. But homemade is a bit of a weird story." When Rayla's interest rose she continued, "He's willing to try new flavours and such but he's a big chocolate chip fan. Huge chunks!"
"Of course," Rayla commented, "Lord knows how much he'll sift through my bloody chocolates…"
Sarai smiled. "Well, he wouldn't mind some chunky chocolate chips—"
"Especially because of that alliteration!"
"But making them soft cookies is what'll win him over. Not too soft, like mushy, but soft enough where they'll be chewy," she explained further, turning toward the pantry.
"Wait, what do ya mean by 'win him over?'" She heard Rayla question as she opened the pantry.
"Oh, nothing!" Sarai dismissed. "Now, ingredients time!" she chirped as she began rummaging through the shelves. "So, we'll need some flour, baking powder, chocolate, of course—" she turned back to the island and placed her current haul before turning to the fridge, "some eggs, and butter." She swiftly moved the items to the island then moved back to the pantry, "And, vanilla extract, sugar—both brown and white—and salt, oh and baking sheets!" As she spun around and shut the cabinet door, she was met with a wide eyed Rayla. She laughed at her shock as she brought the remaining ingredients to the counter. "Overwhelmed?" she prompted.
That managed to shake the young woman out of her trance, causing what sounded like a nervous laugh to erupt. "Uhhh, sorry, it's just, I didn't expect there to be so… much."
Sarai couldn't help but chuckle. "Relax, it's a very simple recipe. Baking just tends to require a lot to mix together." She waved her to come over as she walked to the sink. "Step one, wash your hands. A clean meal, is a tasty meal!" she sang as she turned on the sink and proceeded to wash her hands.
Her apprentice wordlessly followed in her steps as soon as she finished, then turned to her with an attentive face. "Now what?"
"Now," Sarai moved to her kitchen cabinets and pulled out two baking pans, "we prep the pans. Help me lay out the baking sheets over them!"
It took Rayla a few tries to properly cut a good sheet and place it on the pan. Throughout the first three attempts Sarai had been very patient and polite with her. By the fourth she couldn't hold back her laughter. By the seventh she decided enough sheets were wasted and finally helped her. She could sense the football player's gratitude and embarrassment as she helped along.
"Ugh, Callum would have no problem with that," Rayla muttered as she slid her pan beside Sarai's.
Sarai couldn't help but raise a brow at that as she unwrapped the butter. "What do you mean?" she asked whilst opening both sugar bags.
Rayla scoffed. "He's always so good at lil' details like that. Have ya ever seen him draw a straight line? Doesn't even need a ruler!" she stated incredulously as she shook her head. A small smile developed on her face as she leaned onto the counter. "The way he draws my hair is so neat too. It's like every single strand is identical!"
She must've realized her small tangent as light flush appeared on her cheeks whilst her gaze shot up to meet Sarai's. "No, no," Sarai grinned, "We can keep talking about that if you want?"
Her lips fell to a tight line as she silently shook her head.
"Okay then," Sarai was biting back a laugh, "it's time to mix the butter and sugars." She nodded her head over to where the measuring cups were gathered. "Go ahead and get the half and quarter measuring cups."
Rayla nodded as she followed her direction and brought forth the cups. "Now what?"
"We need half a cup of butter," she instructed as she portioned the proper amount into the cup, "and a quarter of white sugar. And three quarters of brown sugar." As Rayla tossed a quarter of white sugar into the bowl, Sarai reached out a hand as she watched her nearly reach into the brown sugar bag. "Wait! Um, it's best not to mix the sugars."
A small blush brightened on her cheeks as Rayla's eyes shot wide. "Oh, sorry I—"
"It's okay, just rinse it real quick then go do the brown sugar," Sarai quickly said. As she watched her apprentice move around the island and toward the sink, she smiled. Rayla really carried herself with a stiff move set and was definitely being driven by nerves. It was sort of strange to see, since out on the football field she had a sense of elegance and drive whenever she played. She really was out of her element here.
It was adorable.
"Now, it's time to mix!" she announced as she returned to their bowl. "My hand mixer isn't working so we'll just do it with the old whisk and wrist!" A giggle came from the younger woman that instantly warmed Sarai's heart.
"Sorry, it's just, I can see where Callum gets his excitement from. Ya two have the same kinda smile."
Sarai beamed at that. "Well, you can keep this smile going, because you are going to mix this!" she instructed as she handed the bowl and whisk to Rayla.
Her eyes went wide. "M-Me?" she stuttered.
"Yup, just mix it around until it looks all fluffy. I'll prep the vanilla extract and get the egg!" she declared as she grabbed a teaspoon and the bottle of vanilla extract.
"I-I-I dunno if I'm doing this right," Rayla spoke, with an apparent strain in her voice.
Sarai scoffed. "Sweetie, it's barely anything at this point. There's not much you can do wrong here. Just keep going until it's fluffy!"
Rayla panickly replied, "I dunno what fluffy looks like! Like, actual floof? Or fluffy like Callum's hair when he gets outta bed?"
Sarai snorted. "Fluffy! It'll be a bit clumped and—wait, you've seen my son's bed head?" Her question came last minute, but her inquiring stare was very much on time.
Rayla shot her head up from the bowl and went wide eyed. "Wait! N-Not like that! Sometimes he naps in my dorm, or when I'm in his room or on my lap when we're on the quad—b-but, we're fully clothed! I—" she shut her lips as she shoved the bowl forward, "Is this fluffy!" she asked.
Amusement instantly swelled up on Sarai as she leaned over to inspect the bowl. It was indeed, very fluffy. "Yes. It is," she answered as she dropped the teaspoon of vanilla extract into the bowl. "Now, a teaspoon of vanilla extract and," she grabbed an egg from the carton and cracked it on the island counter, quickly bringing it over the bowl, "an egg!" As the egg seamlessly dripped into the bowl, Sarai gave the shells a few shakes before discarding them into her waste bin underneath the island.
She dusted off her hands as she grabbed the bowl and whisk. "Now we mix this until it's combined."
"What does that mean?"
"Like, properly merged. You'll see. The colour gets a bit orangey-beige and everything gets a bit more viscous," Sarai answered as she whisked. A silence reigned over as she felt Rayla awkwardly swaying back and forth. "So… you two nap together."
"Y-Yes—no!" Rayla's hands shot up as she waved them dismissively and shook her head. "W-Wait, I-I mean, no! We, yes, sometimes, but not in the way ya're thinkin'!" Her eyes went even wider than before. "Not to say ya're implying anythin', I just mean—"
"Rayla?"
"Yes ma'am?"
"Take a breath."
She inhaled deeply then released a sigh which sounded quite relieving.
"Also, call me Sarai remember?"
"R-Right," Rayla nodded. "I… we don't do anythin'. Sometimes we're just too tired because of our classes or my games, and our dorms are completely far from each other so we stay over. Trust me, it's super PG. Like hand holding!"
Sarai's mixing stopped. "You hold hands?"
This time, confusion seemed to strike Rayla. "Yeah? Why? Is that… is that weird?"
How were they still friends?
"Umm, if you don't think so I guess not…" she answered as she continued mixing. "Go ahead and get half a teaspoon of baking powder and salt. There should be two teaspoons there," she directed. Sarai decided to spare the conversation for now. "And also, get a cup of flour. We'll need two of that so be ready to get another."
Rayla managed to gather all the ingredients and carefully laid them out.
"Good, so now that it's all mixed we're going to add the rest." She grabbed the flour first and poured it, giving it back to Rayla to refill as she poured the rest in. After adding the last cup of flour, she began mixing the entire bowl. "We're gonna wanna keep doing this until the dough gets all crumbly." After a few stirs, she handed the bowl over to Rayla, who took it with a very visible reluctance. "You can do it."
Rayla shrugged as she continued mixing. "Alright. But don't blame me if they turn out all weird."
Sarai chuckled. "Don't worry, this batch only makes six, so we'll make another one as soon as we get this one molded. Next one you can have a go again if you're up for it." She seemed to take relief in those words as she visibly relaxed. Sarai took note of her now fluid motions, she was far less fluid rigid than before. Taking advantage of this comfort, she asked, "So what do you two talk about? If not cookies?"
Rayla's intense focus on her current task left her to answer without looking. "Oh um, well, lots of stuff. Sometimes we chat 'bout school but not like, the boring way people usually do ya know? Because Cal and I actually like what we learn." She chuckled to herself at that. "I share my notes on my current Philosophy lectures and talk 'bout how interesting all the theories are and we go into tangents nonstop. Claudia once said we derailed a conversation 'bout Utilitarianism to modern day Fairy Tales, and had no idea how we did it. But honestly, I dunno how she can't see the connections 'cause we drew 'em pretty clearly."
Sarai didn't understand much about either but her focus was mainly on the way Rayla was acting.
"Honestly though, whether it's English, Philosophy, art, my football games, we just talk. We ramble sometimes—he says I'm worse but I think he is honestly," she shrugged at the thought but smiled, "Though I'd say passion is passion, just enjoy what ya love. He'd probably be shy 'bout it. I always tell him to be expressive 'bout what he likes! I wish he could be more expressive about things like that in general. Whenever I'm not near him Claud says he's more timid. Dunno why that is ya know? Of course ya know, ya're his mum—" her eyes shot wide as she shut her mouth. She slowly turned her head and finally noticed Sarai's growing grin.
"By the way," she pointed out, "the dough's crumbly. In case you were wondering." She flashed a wink and Rayla's face flushed bright.
The young woman shyly gestured the bowl toward her as she slightly hung her head. "I guess Callum was right 'bout that ramblin' point, huh?" Sarai laughed at that, leaving Rayla to softly laugh along, slowly relaxing once more. "Sorry 'bout that. Ya asked a simple question and I just went off."
Sarai shook her head as she placed the bowl on the island. "Hey, I asked and I definitely feel answered," she joked whilst reaching for the baking pan. To her surprise a snort came from Rayla, causing her to arch a brow.
"Sorry," Rayla quickly said. "It's just, I guess Cal gets his humour from ya as well."
She laughed. "He gets a lot of things from me," Sarai mused. "Including my baking skills."
Rayla's interest raised at that. "Really?"
"Oh really!" Sarai happily confirmed. "In fact," she leaned over and whispered, "maybe hint that you want some baked goods from time-to-time, I know for certain he'd love any satiate that sweet tooth of yours!"
Rayla beamed at that. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."
"Good. Now, how would you like to mold some cookie balls?" she suggested as she took a spoon and dug it into the mixed batter.
"Does that mean I get to touch the mix?"
Sarai chuckled. "Typically, yes, that is a requirement when making cookies." She handed Rayla a spoon and gestured for her to follow her movements.
"Ahh, well hopefully I'm batter at this," Rayla mused, "Dough I wouldn't put it past me yet!"
Sarai stopped and smiled at the younger woman, catching the playful grin on her face. "Hmm," she thoughtfully hummed. When Rayla shot a brow at her, she shrugged. "Oh, I guess you've picked up on his sense of humour too."
Rayla didn't seem to think anything else was needed to be said. She simply laughed and smiled back at Sarai, leaving the two to mold cookie dough in comfortable silence. Despite the fact that she took in Rayla to teach her about baking, Sarai seemed to learn some things as well. Her son was in good hands.
She let Rayla make the second batch by herself.
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"Mum? I'm home!" Callum shouted as he entered the house.
Almost immediately, he heard the sounds of footsteps racing toward the door. Imagine his surprise to find that they didn't belong to his eager young half-brother like he expected, but instead his mother. She was bouncing in her spot, beaming an excited smile that Callum recognized as purely mischievous. He did not like that smile. It usually meant she knew something he didn't and most likely ended up with Callum embarrassed somehow. He was almost afraid to ask.
"Alright, what happened now?" He bit the bullet and stared.
She still kept smiling. "Soooo?"
"'Soooo' what?" he echoed.
His mother asked, "How were they?" Callum just stared, leaving her to sigh. "The cookies!"
His face lit up as he pieced together what his mother was asking. "Ohhh! Rayla's cookies? They're amazing!" He dug into his messenger bag and pulled out a small tupperware full of cookies. "I couldn't finish all of them because I figured you and Ez would like some and—" He paused as he looked up at his mother questioningly. "Wait, how did you know about the cookies?" he asked as he gestured said baked goods at her.
She snorted. "Who do you think helped bake them?"
Callum's eyes widened as a small grin came to form on his lips. "Oh wow!" His face suddenly contorted into horror as he realized what that meant. "It was you. You taught her. Why!"
Sarai gasped. "Don't make it sound so mischievous!"
"You offered her lessons last time she was here. How'd you get her? Did you kidnap her?"
She rolled her eyes as she snatched the cookies from Callum's accusatory gesturing. "You think the worst of my intentions, honestly!" She shook her head as she walked toward the kitchen.
"It's you," her son replied, as if that was a good enough response—which it was in certain circumstances.
"She came of her own free will, of you must know!" Sarai shouted back.
Callum stared in surprise as he followed his mother a bit down the hallway. "Really?"
"Yup! Said she wanted to learn for you."
A small smile found itself on his lips as he recalled yesterday. He had seen the tupperware laid out on his bed after a long day of classes, with a note that said, Because You Earned it :). He hadn't had a chance to ask her about it because Friday's were also a busy time for her as well and he didn't want to bother her. But he knew it was her writing. He also knew, given the current timing of everything, it was directly referring to his recent milestone of getting his painting shown in the main lobby. A feat that Rayla accused him of being "stupidly modest about" apparently.
They tasted nice. His favourite type of homemade cookies. They reminded him of his mom's—which of course was because she helped apparently—but they still tasted different. He could feel the care and effort that went into them. That was why he loved homemade baking, or cooking of anything kind really. Passion was like its own secret ingredient.
"You better bake something for her too!" he heard his mother shout from the kitchen, disrupting his joyful thoughts.
"Mom!" he groaned.
"Just saying! A nice young lady comes by and does something sweet—literally—and only expects that you enjoy it just for your stubbornness, you repay that kindness!" she continued shouting as she began shuffling about in the kitchen.
Callum simply rolled his eyes as he made his way into the living room and tossed his bag onto the couch, along with himself too. He pulled out his phone and began texting.
Cal [12:04 PM]: You learned from my mum…
Ray 3 [12:05 PM]: Did ya like 'em?
He laughed at that.
Cal [12:05 PM]: Of course! Made by the two most amazing women I know!
Ray 3 [12:05 PM]: I'm telling Clauds you said that!
Cal [12:05 PM]: Please, I can't handle another person lecturing me about being appreciative of nice girls.
Ray 3 [12:05 PM]: ?
Ca [12:05 PM]l: Mum's lecturing me about you.
Ray 3 [12:06 PM]: IM SORRY. I DIDNT MEAN TO TELL HER ALL THAT.
Cal [12:06 PM]: ...tell her what…
Cal [12:06 PM]: Ray?
Ray 3 [12:07 PM]: what?
Callum's eyes went wide at that. "Moooom! What did she tell you!"
"Nothing of consequence!" she shouted back, laughing to herself like a supervillain who had just won the lottery. He palmed at his face as he sighed. That didn't sound too good at all. His phone dinged, and he looked.
Ray 3 [12:08 PM]: ...would now be a bad time to ask you to bake for me…?
He chuckled as he shook his head. After shooting a quick text back, he headed toward the kitchen.
Cal [12:08 PM]: Double chocolate, right?
Ray 3 [12:08 PM]: You know me best :)
A/N: Yeaaah I know, not really Rayllum centred, sorry. Sarai is fun to write, so I decided I run with her POV. I dropped the prompt 3 for Rayllum Month for two reasons: I didn't like it that much, and since I took so long I felt like I owed you all a College AU to make up for the absence. July was a rough month because my wisdom teeth was irritating, my depression was pissing me off, my friends were pissing me off, and writing wasn't as inspiring as it usually was for me.
Whenever I have a block, I can still write. Not always at my best, or for the same WIP, but I'm always trying to write or edit something. But July sucked. And if I'm being honest, the prompts for Rayllum month weren't appealing to me. I saw some great art/fics, but I don't think I would've been able to pull of the usual "Bleh Flair" you're all familiar with because they just didn't really sound interesting to me as prompts. Don't get me wrong, some gave me ideas, but most were things I could've/would've done on my own or with a different context. I felt bad because as much as I left you all in the dark, I knew if I forced myself to produce a shitty, half-assed MTBMS oneshot, none of you would appreciate it. It would be a disservice.
That said, I procrastinated hard trying to get through my funk. Then September rolled in and yes, online uni classes still suck. (Seriously ASL from home is practically impossible—still fun, but it sucks).Things piled up and I felt less motivated to write for MBTMS. If you follow me on Tumblr, you obviously know I became obsessed with The Owl House. It's my comfort show now and yes I am writing a fic for it too. I have several WIPs for other fandoms too! But I've held off on posting/working on them too much because MBTMS required an update ASAP.
Now, I feel as though the urgency of this fic is still something readers have yet to grasp but I have to regretfully remind you all: I went on hiatus for most of my ongoing stories because the ongoing plot element burnt me out. MBTMS works for me because it's just oneshot collections, it's the same reason why College AU isn't it's own story, or the Childhood AU, or the Superhero AU, etc. I do have lore, and exposition, and other fun facts/details in my notes for those AUs, but it's not enough to become its own story. That's why I stick with the oneshot collections. I can manage it more, but it's also not a HIGH priority.
So what I mean by bringing this up, is the longevity of MBTMS. It, really sadly isn't forever. And, as ambitious as it sounds, I intend to—hopefully—reach 100 chapters. By the time I reach that number, I will have every AU close its story. So College AU will be done by that point, and the Childhood AU, and the Future Family AU, every story will come to an ending because I have thought that far ahead (yes, the College AU DOES have an ending). As I understand it, TDP has at least one or two more seasons left in it before the story's done? That's my assumption at least. Amongst that time, I will be on and off updating. I'm saying this now because we're near the halfway point in MBTMS, so I thought I'd let you all know!
Of course, throughout the next fifty chapters I'll also include prompts recommended by you guys! So continue suggesting, I have tons from comments/DMs and I'm stockpiling some fun ones! And yes, I will use some of the prompts of the Rayllum Month I skipped as well, because there were some good ones I think.
FOR THOSE WHO WANT TO SKIP ALL THAT: I won't be updating for awhile, because midterm season has begun and then exams are around the corner, so yeah. Sorry.
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oceansalty: Sorry for the delays! But once again, I promise I have stuff in the works!
Once again, thank you all for your severe patience. I appreciate it dearly.
Until next time,
- Bleh