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It was the week leading up to Agent’s birthday, and Vanessa had meticulously, cautiously, and deliberately planned absolutely nothing for it. A “plan” was never in her cards; she much preferred to wing it. And she never did understand the concept of birthdays to begin with, considering her ageless nature. It merely confused her as
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Vanessa was not technologically literate in the slightest. The witch had no need to work with human contraptions, able to merely conjure up anything she wished whenever she wished it. Of the items she did enjoy that were made by humans, only projectors and rotary phones made the list-the former for introducing cartoons into the
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Time didn’t matter much to Vanessa, typically. As a witch living in a manor separate from all space and time, having a set schedule was impossible. Yet despite all evidence to the contrary, she seemed to be keeping track of when a certain date was-much to her ward Agent’s confusion. She seemed to be arbitrarily
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Agent curled up in a recliner in the library’s corner, reading a book quietly. Those brief moments when he could act on his own, uninterrupted by mischief and chaos from a certain witch, were precious to him. Being able to simply rest and enjoy someone else’s narrative for a brief while was more than a
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Agent was not an athletic person. As a bookworm and gamer, it was already rare enough that he engaged in legitimate exercise, let alone played sports. His lanky body and short stature helped cement the lad as a meek, timid individual. As such, his body was more prone to injury should he decide to go
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Friendly meet-ups were an exciting time for Agent, in part because of how few he was invited to. It wasn’t deliberate; schedules and distance tended to factor into his social fun, as did his consistent anxiety. At least Vanessa was around constantly, though he was more the object of her attention than an equal, a
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Kimmy examined herself in the mirror, pouring over every minute detail of her face. She sighed at what she had seen, and how it had refused to go away. Her basic appearance wasn’t the issue. She adored her red hair, her freckles, and other similar features that made Kimmy “Kimmy”. That wasn’t the problem; it
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The woods were dark, the trees gnarled into unreal shapes around both sides of the narrow path. Only the sound of the rickety wagon was audible in this claustrophobic expanse—that, and the occasional hooting of an owl, or the howl of a wolf far in the distance. It was impossible to see anything beyond the
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Vanessa had absolutely zero expectations of her body’s figure. While she typically kept her lean body and “supple” breasts and butt as a default, she had also gone as far as to both shrink and expand herself where applicable. Mostly out of perverse investigation, although she couldn’t help but enjoy her larger shapes as well.
Into the Vanessaverse 