Bake Me a Cake

Independant Maya blog from Harvest Moon. All art on this blog was found on google unless stated otherwise. Icon made by Shoebooboo.

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DID YOU GUYS KNOW I RP?

A little bit of Maya in my life A little bit of Toby by my side A little bit of Calvin is all I need A little bit of Celia is what I see A little bit of feels in the sun A little bit of plotting all night long A little bit of crack ships here I am A little bit of you makes me your partner. ;) 

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Sky Sailing

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Luke sprung out of bed and into the closest pair of jeans on the floor.  Today the circus was in town!!  Did he oversleep?!  Looking to the clock on his dresser, it was almost 11 and he hadn’t even eaten his breakfast sugar bowl yet.  “Shiiiit,” Luke growled to himself and ran out the door, tying his bandana around his bed head of hair.  “I need a horse,” were his last thoughts as he realized how slow foot travel actually was.  Hopefully Maya knew how to wait.

As he entered the circus grounds, there was the random zebra and giraffe bombing about, but the one thing that caught his eye was the extreme hot air balloon that filled up what used to be the blue sky.  “Wow!” he yelled, running over to it.  “Maya?!  Wait for me!!”  He hurdled himself over and into the basket where he spotted Maya.  With a loud thump from ending up on his bottom, he noticed where the basket opened and he could have simply walked in.  No.  Not extreme enough.  He made an excellent entrance, especially when in the sights of Maya.

Winking to her, he placed elbows onto the side of the basket and spoke with excitement, “This is awesome!  I get to steer!  Take you right to the middle of the ocean and throw you off.”  Taking a side glance a Maya, with a smirk, he asked, “How does that sound?”  Giving her a tight hug, he whispered, “Just kidding.  But if you don’t mind, I’ll jump instead.”

There was a short guy next to the hot air balloon that began to cut the ropes, and explain how to the guide the hot air balloon.  Something about fire and rope tension.  Something like that.  Whatever!  Luke was just ancy to get off land and into the air!  “K, thanks man!”  Luke shouted to the ever decreasing in size, already little man, as he and Maya slowly rose above the ground.

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Rolling her eyes, Maya crossed her arms as she watched Luke hurl himself over the basket and wink at her. She long gave up on asking him why he couldn't do anything the easy way; she supposed that it was just his style. In reality, she didn't actually mind. Maya just liked nagging him about it to feel more mature. Half the time she didn't even notice unless he was putting himself in danger. A slight smile made its way onto her lips.  

"Relax, I'm not going to leave without you." She uncrossed her arms and gestured for a hug, but then he went on about throwing her in the middle of the ocean. Her face flushed red and she pouted at him. Dropping her arms, Maya gripped her waist and glowered.

"Wh-What's that supposed to-" But she was cut off once she was met with a face full of Luke's chest, his arms easily wrapping around her smaller frame. His warm breath tickled her ear, and she was glad her expression was hidden because otherwise he would see the bright blush lighting up her cheeks. 

"D-Don't go doing anything dumb!" she said, pulling away and punching him on the shoulder. "If you jump, I would have no idea how to drive this thing." Maya turned her back to Luke and walked to the other side of the basket, waving down at the people who were looking up at them. The land got smaller and smaller until they were surrounded by nothing but blue. Clouds drifted lazily over their heads, and Maya rested her cheek in her hand as she gazed down at the water. Every once in a while she spotted a glimmering scale of a fish break the waves, and she made it a game to find as many as she could. 

The early spring breeze was warmer at this altitude. Finally, she turned around and easily leaned back into a corner with her elbows resting on the rim of the basket. With legs crossed and hair and dress fluttering in the wind, she smiled at Luke, memories from their childhood adventures returning to her. 

"So where we be off to, cap'n?" she asked with her best pirate accent. Of course, Maya knew that they couldn't take the balloon too far out, but it was still fun to pretend. 

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Homesickness

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Chase’s head snapped up from the book as he spun around on his heel to see who it was who had entered the room with him. As soon as he saw who it was his voice caught in his throat. It was Maya, with her poofy dress and her silly blonde braided pigtails. The young chef looked her up and down unconsciously. Puberty seemed to have treated his old friend well, he thought. He opened his mouth to speak, but it seemed that she didn’t even realize that he was in the room with her. What would she have done if he were some sort of criminal intruder? 

Chase could only stare as his old friend picked through the refrigerator for what appeared to be eggs. Since when was she aloud to cook in the kit-Oh hey, she was looking at him. Chase’s eye’s popped open as Maya began to shriek and throw her hands up, throwing the eggs along with them. She looked like a failed magician, trying to juggle eggs, only for them to fall to the ground. Well, she did catch one of them…with her head. “You…” Her question threw him off guard. It had only been five years, and his appearance hasn’t changed too much. But then he had just showed up out of no where in her kitchen, maybe she was just in shock. Chase mimicked the young waitress, and put his hands up in an attempt to show that he meant no harm. “It’s alright. I…you…do you really not remember me?” He asked, raising one of his brows.

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Backing up unconsciously, Maya squinted at the stranger and drank in his appearance. The apron, the sandals, the hair that reminded her of a peach milkshake... and above all else, the striking violet eyes that were burned into her memory's core. Her hands dropped slowly as she leaned forward in a curious manner, looking very much like Alice herself before she fell down the rabbit hole. 

"Chase?" she squeaked out. There was no way. It couldn't be! Chase left five years ago to the city to become a famous chef. No one in the right mind would come back to this sleepy town. Back to the same boring routine everyday, back to simple country living after he got a taste of the big city, back to Maya and her failed cooking attempts. But despite all logic telling her this was impossible, Maya stepped forward, slightly slipping over the broken eggs, and threw her arms around Chase in a bone-crushing embrace, half to hug him and half to balance herself.

"You spooked me, mister!" Maya's chide was muffled as she peeked up at him, her face half hidden by Chase's chest. She knew better than to hold onto him for too much longer, though. Releasing him, Maya stepped back a good few feet and clasped her hands behind her back.

"You spooked all of us. We really missed you."     

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Homesickness

Chase silently thanked the Goddess as he took his first step off of Pascal’s boat and onto the docks of Castanet. He closed his eyes and took a big breath of that fresh country air that he missed so much. You didn’t get anything this fresh in the city. Of course, the air wasn’t the only thing that the young chef missed. He quickly nodded his head in thanks to Pascal, and made his way further into town. “I probably should have told them that I was coming back.” He muttered to himself. But then again, he probably should have told him that he was leaving. Or you know…maybe  he should have called Yolanda, Colleen, or at least someone, every now and then . The guilt that he had pushed back one to many times, began to wash over him once again. That family was nothing but nice and loving towards him, and he just up and left them for five years. Chase shoved his hands into his pant pockets and sighed. “Well I guess it’ll be nobody’s fault but my own if they don’t want me back.” He  muttered once again. Just as he reached Ocarina Inn, he froze. He debated with himself on whether of not he should just turn back and leave again, but he knew he couldn’t. Slowly, he placed his hand against the door and pushed it open. He took a moment to survey the dining space and noticed that it wasn’t very busy.  Chase clicked his tongue and made his way to the kitchen, where he assumed his old master Yolanda was. He was wrong. “Of course.” He said to the empty kitchen, just as it’s doors swung closed behind him. The nostalgic chef  noticed that there were some ingredients out by an open cook book and curiously made his way over to it. He decided that  he would just wait there, while leaning up against the counter to flip through some of the pages of the recipe book. Who ever left these ingredients out, would for sure be back to cook. Or at least he hoped they would.

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Sunlight shinned onto Maya's windowsill, where a parade of flowers and herbs were growing. Maya leaned forward and placed little kisses on the petals, giggling as the leaves tickled her face and nose.

"You guys will be perfect  for the recipe I'm cooking up~" she told the rosemary as her nimble fingers weaved through the leafy greens. After all, a dish is only as good as the ingredients you put into it, as her Grandmother always said. Today was one of the rare occasions when Maya actually had the Inn to herself, and with no customers (or worry-wart parents) to scare off with her experimenting in the kitchen, she was free to to whatever she wanted. And what she wanted right now was a good meal.

Twirling the freshly grown rosemary between her fingers, Maya hummed a cheery tune under her breath as she skipped her way back into the kitchen, her mind's eye too preoccupied with thoughts of the delicious omelet she was about to whip up to notice the young man already inside.

Tossing the herbs onto the counter, she made a beeline towards the refrigerator and leaned inside, gathering an armful of eggs. (Hey! She was a growing girl!) She turned around, only to be met with violet eyes staring right at her.

"AHHH!" Maya shrieked so loudly that a back part of her throat she didn't even know she had tickled. Her arms flew up in the air into a surrender. The eggs became airborne, spinning before splatting onto the ground around Maya's feet. One, two, three, four, and finally the last one landed straight on her head. 

"W-Who are you!" she squeaked as yolk drizzled down her bangs and into her eyes. 

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These icons are made for our role-play blogs.

Enjoy their faces being crammed into a box.

Maya, Calvin, Celia, Toby, and Marlin.

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Accept my blue feather?

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I made a Harvest Moon iscribble board. Come and doodle with me. C:

It’s a public board.

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go doodle with marlin. i'll be there. trolling. 

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Sky Sailing

The point of the big-top circus tent could be spotted from anywhere in Harmonica town. Maya skipped her way to the church grounds, two paper tickets clutched tightly to her chest. This month Theodore had promised to bring a new attraction to the fair; by night the animals preformed, but by day, townsfolk had the opportunity to see the sights in a brand new hot air balloon! Maya hadn't been this excited since... ever! 

Striped colors in the sky caught her attention. She almost thought that it was a rainbow for second, but then Maya remembered that rainbows weren't quite so round and... balloon-ish. A giggle escaped her, light and bubbly, as a spring breeze flew by and played with her blonde hair. The way Maya's braids bounced almost seemed like wings that could carry her away any moment. 

"Hi Theodore~" she called as she approached the shorter man. (He was tiny, even with that tall hat!) Theodore had been the ringleader for the circus ever since she was a child. Maya was sure he had a history with every kid on the island, but now. 

"Hello Maya, my dear~ I take it that you're going to be my first costumer on this thing..." Theodore spoke through his mustache and gave one of the ropes attached to the woven basket a tug. Maya smiled. 

"First of two, actually~" she said as she handed him both her tickets. "I have a friend joining me today. I thought I'd surprise him." A nostalgic look overcame her. "We would always pretend to go on these flying adventures when we were little..."  

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Cookie Crush

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As soon as Marlin walked outside he let out a huge sneezed with little sound. A kitten would have sneezed louder than he would. He sniffled his nose until it was nice and dry. Warm wind brushed against his face, spring was coming and he cannot wait. The thought of himself being put back to work and feeling the hot sun hits his skin made him very excited for spring to show up. He took a final breathe of the fresh spring breeze before he returned to Maya.

The mutt ran under Marlin’s legs. He stumbled,  but was lucky  there was a nearby wall to help regain his balance. He gave the wild animal a sharp enraged glare as he reentered the kitchen.  Somebody needs to be more strict with that mutt.

Marlin’s head perked once he heard Maya’s voice.  It’s silly how he found Maya’s voice to be annoying at first, but it changed into something more…soothing…to some extent.

“I’m fine. I’m fine.” Marlin approached the mixing bowl to make sure Maya did a decent job with the mixing. It seems…decent. “Good job.”

He saw the sky through the window slowly changing colors from a baby blue to a crimson red. It was becoming dark outside and he needed to hurry. Marlin rushed his hands into the dough, rolled them up, and slammed them into the cooking sheet.

 “Maya! Grab a fork and pushed it against the dough twice to make a cross!” He pointed at the cookbook where it showed a picture of what the peanut butter cookies looked like.

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Maya grinned at Marlin, her heart and cheeks blooming with joy when he told her she did a good job. 

"Thanks, I--" but the happiness was short lived. Marlin gained a sense of urgency about him once he realized it was getting late, and started barking orders at her once again. Crossing her arms in defiance, she nearly asked what the magic word was in an effort to get him to say please, but in the end decided against it and grabbed a fork along with him.  

Together, they gave the cookies proper shape and form. Heck, they were already looking quite edible, and if it weren't for Marlin's watchful blue eyes, Maya would have gladly snuck a few bites to hold her over while they baked. Instead, she grabbed some mittens and lifted the pan, placing it inside the oven. This was the step Maya hated the most when it came to baking: playing the waiting game. 

"So..." Maya said in an attempt to be casual. She leaned against the oven and folded her hands together. "...Celia likes peanut butter cookies?" 

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Frigid Flames

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Luke’s heart pounded harder with every word she spoke, finally hearing what she was thinking about all this time.  What Maya was saying seemed to twist and turn.  He thought he had lost her, until she buried her sobs into him.  Wrapping his arms around her, his heart finally became calm, but was left with the twinge of confusion.  Time would tell if he really could have her back or not.

He wanted to tell her that he never meant to hurt her, even though he knew it inevitably would.  Seeing that it would just add more confusion to their hearts and their situation, he decided to just let it settle, and hope she took in what he explained to her before.

“I’ll make it all up to you, Maya, I promise,” he stated to her simply, running his hands over the back of her hair, softly playing with her braids as he passed through, “Just give me some time to show it.”  Kissing the top of her head, his heart sank with every sound she made.  He hated hearing her cry.

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It felt so good to be in his arms again. His smell, his warmth... it was all so real. She just wanted to hold onto him forever, shirt soaking up her tears like a sponge. But something in the back of her mind reminded her that it was Luke who caused those tears to fall in the first place. 

"Luke..." she whispered as she pulled away. Staring up at him, Maya placed her hand on his cheek where she hit him. The red flesh burned against her soft skin, though Luke barely had any reaction to it. Guilt bubbled up inside her. What was she supposed to do? What was she supposed to think? Maya still cared for Luke, there was no questioning that. But... he left her. He left her all alone after promising to be at her side forever. Something like that could not be so easily forgotten... or forgiven.

The trust that she had so freely given to people had been shattered one too many times; it lay in fragments on floor. Maya felt broken, and even if someone were glue her back together, the cracks were going to stay. 

"Luke, we can't just--" Maya paused, unsure what to say next. She needed something from him, she just didn't know what. She didn't know what to ask for anymore. What can't they do? Thinking made her head hurt... and her heart, too. Instead, she laces her fingers together with his, letting her mittens lay forgotten, and rested her head on his shoulder as she watched the snow fall. 

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Woo! Food! Yes, please! I looooove Omelet Rice! What about you? Do you have a favorite food?

"Oh! I love love love chocolate cake and pumpkin cake and apple pie and and cherry pie and ice cream and--" Maya cut herself off, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she realized she was babbling. "Heehee... But my favorite is yam cake! Omelet rice is good too, though. Eggs are totally yum!" 

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Babies?

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Her name is Lemon.

LukeXMarlin?!?

His name is Cory.

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Oh! Sorry! My name is Popuri! I've just heard about you from a friend named Molly. I'm from Mineral Town.

"Oh! That makes sense~" Maya giggled. "Mineral town? Don't you need to take a ferry to get all the way over there? Gee, that's far! You must be hungry from your trip~ Do you want something to eat?" 

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That was a complement.

"O-Oh. Well, if its a compliment then... thank you?" 

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Maya, I'd like to say right now that out of Marlin and Calvin, you are the hairiest of them all.

"W-What?!" Maya's face turned a deep shade of pink, a mixture of anger and embarrassment. "You don't say that kind of thing to a lady!"