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[momotorin]

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strawberry kisses

farmer!momo x baker!reader | fluff, smut | men dni!

it's been an exhausting year, especially for you. you just graduated from your university, settled for a corporate job somewhere in the bustling and loud city of tokyo. it wasn't even related to your degree, for fucks sake, but you settled for it as it paid off really well.

but then, you got another offer later during the year. working for a small bakery at night just across your apartment. it was quiet, healing, with the smell of pastry and coffee pungent in the air— it was surely something you can't compare with anything.

your corporate job got too heavy, and it got to the point that it wasn't working well anymore. you kept your job at the bakery, now working full time.

unfortunately, before november came, the bakery shut down because of unprecedented reasons; which, the owner died of oldness, which you mourned as ms. sato was the kindest person to ever teach you about anything you know about baking now, she was like a second mother, one that you held really dear to your heart.

late november, your sister, mina, went to your apartment in tokyo.

all primed and cut into the right places, mina knocks on your door, three times, "y/n! open this goddamn door!" she shouted, and you revealed yourself, wrapped around a blanket, eyes puffed with tears. "oh," she hugs you immediately, taking your head to lay on her neck as you hugged her back. "tokyo must've been so unkind to you, huh?"

"i-it is," you sobbed as she held you in her arms. "i wanna go home, mina."

"well," she chuckles, rubbing your back in comfort and warmth. "i wouldn't be here if i didn't take you home."

it was such a pleasant feeling; taking the train home to kobe, the regret and awfulness of the big city of tokyo being transported away from you. mina was kind enough to lend you the window seat, which you really enjoyed.

mina taps you on the hand, "hey," she smiled. "it's sana's birthday in a few days..."

"oh! really?" you perked up at the mention of her girlfriend's name. "what do you plan to do?"

"nothing that big," she chuckles, her head hanging down and her hands fiddling with the rings on her fingers. "i bought a ring already, though."

"what!?" you exclaimed, hands on your mouth, trying to make yourself as shocked as you looked. "i mean, you've known each other for what... like 6 years already? i'm glad for you two."

mina sighs, "i know you are," she said. "but i just don't know how to ask her, you know? i'm not the biggest romantic out there. she is. but she's so busy with the farm and all; i know momo's there to help her but i just don't want to add to her worry if i ever ask h-"

"mina," you held your sister by the shoulders and made her look at you. "i'm not really close with sana but i know she loves you. trust me, she's been waiting for you to pop the question."

"well," she blushes. "could you help me?"

"of course," you chuckled at her. "we have like... 20 more days. so no pressure. let's just get home first, hm?"

"yeah," mina sighs as she lies back on her seat. "you know, i'd like you to meet her best friend, though." mina chuckled. "momo. such a lovely person. the girl literally leaves a couple of her fruits for us when she supplies the flour."

you smiled, imagining what she was like, how she was like, going into your family bakery back home. "she sounds delightful."

the next day, you got your being up to go and operate the family bakery, just a few streets away from your home. you went in with mina and briefed you about the different pastries that they still serve. you added a little bit of yours, but you let it out for a while, not confident enough to put it on the pastry shelves yet.

you sighed, taking a break from kneading, baking, mixing, and carrying the goods. it's around 6 'o clock am, just an hour before the bakery opens. mina was cleaning up the dining area thoroughly, as her jazz music blasted in the background.

the bell of the entrance rings, and you jolt up, "we're not yet ope-"

"oh," the woman chuckled, bags of flour on her toned shoulders, carried by muscled biceps. mina comes to lead the woman to the kitchen, where she puts down the flour on the supply area. "um," she says. "i-i need to get the fruits, hold on."

the woman rushes outside, and you stare at her as she goes to her truck.

"that's momo," mina chuckled at your obvious flush. it wasn't one of attraction, but one of embarrassment. you should've greeted her better. "she's cute isn't she?"

she looked delightful as she sounds.

"here," momo drops the fruits on the counter, bunched up in a plastic bag. "i- um, gotta go, mina."

"no, wait," you chuckled at her obvious shyness, her timidness making her cuter than she already was. "sit for a little while. i didn't greet you well so, wait-" you smiled at her as she sat on one of the seats in the dining area. you rushed to the baking area, where you stored the eclairs that you made, pulled out the little box, and stored it for her.

"here," you handed the box of eclairs to her. "just a little trade for the fruits you got us."

she smiles, "thank you," she bowed. "are you new here?"

"oh," you chuckled as you reached out your hand, urging her to shake hands with you. "i'm y/n. mina's sister."

she gently takes your hand, "momo," she says, looking into your eyes in an obvious flush as she spoke. "i- um, i'm mina's flour supplier."

"well, she told me already," you retracted your hand from her hold, but you admit, that was the greatest handshake of your life. she stands, putting the chair back on its old position. "see you around, i guess?"

"yeah, um," she looks down on her shoes as she takes the box of eclairs. "see you around, y/n."

momo leaves shortly after, leaves you in a haze, and mina nudges at you as she sees that little interaction when she is cleaning up the counter.

she laughs, "can't believe i saw two losers interacting with each other, oh my god," she chuckles. "i'm definitely going to ask sana to set you two up on a date because neither of you are going to do it."

"is she really that fucking buff?" you asked, albeit randomly.

"jesus," mina laughs further. "you stared at her arms the whole time?"

"damn," you palmed your face in the realization. "well it was out. if it had eyes, it'll be looking at me. but she's cute."

"can't believe that my sister thirsted in front of me," mina sighed. "anyways, she lives just right beside sana's. if you wanna know that sort of thing."

well, it's not useless, you thought. "i'm not some creep... i don't just want to show up at her door."

mina laughs as she arranges the trays of pastries ready to be lined up at the pastry shelves, "trust me, she wants you to."

the next day, you and mina, with her girlfriend, came and visited sana's farm, somewhere up the countryside. sana grew vines of grapes, with her wine distillery up the hill.

as you went up the hill, you saw various other fruits, and it reminded you of what momo supplies to the bakery everyday. you've made a jam out of the strawberries she gave, and it was as red as what you're seeing now.

"ah, momo!" sana calls out, waving to the truck that was driving by.

"hey!" momo stopped the truck, coming down from it. you looked in her direction; her hair tied up into a nice bun, her black tank top, her worn out cargo pants, and some boots. god. she looks like she's straight out of your dream. "the deliveries this day was so fucking many-" she mumbles and suddenly stops as you made your way to mina's side. "oh, hi," she greets, in a small tone. "y/n, right?"

"yeah," you smiled. "the strawberries there," you pointed. "are they yours?"

"oh," she scratched her nape, her cheeks at an obvious blush. "yeah- um, yeah it's mine."

"we'll head to the distillery for a while," sana chuckles as she held mina's hand. "take it from here, momo. she hasn't seen your side of the place."

"sana," she sighs. "alright. okay. i'll go take care of it."

you chuckled, "so, strawberries," you said. "how come they're so plump here? they're beautiful."

"well," she went to your side as you viewed the row of freshly grown strawberries. "it's all grown naturally. no pesticides or anything, i make sure that even the soil's clean."

"oh, wow," you commented. "i made a jam out of the strawberries you've been giving us," you said. "it's the yummiest ones. you want to have some?"

"oh, of course," she smiles. you can't help but melt. "the eclairs were so good though," she commented. "how come you aren't selling them yet?"

"i- um," you went silent for a second. "i'm not that confident yet with how it can turn out, you know. that's the last recipe that i learned from someone."

"well," she sighs. "i totally understand. i'll wait for those, though!"

you smiled at her. "so," you looked at her. "what do you do besides farming, momo?"

"i- um," she looks down on her shoes once more, trying to hide her obviously red face. "play drums at the local bar."

"no way!" you said, exclaiming in amusement. "wow," you commented on her. "you seem so chill. didn't expect that you're one."

"well," she chuckled. "it's a jazz bar. nothing too hardcore."

"what do you mean nothing too hardcore?" you chuckled once more, and as you two progress in talking, the more you get amazed at how incredibly delightful this woman was. "i love jazz. where do you play? i wanna go drop by."

"santorini's," she says. "it's sana's bar, actually."

"that friend of yours is one big businesswoman here, huh," you commented. "well, she's perfect with mina."

"couldn't agree more," she says. "when your sister came to her life, it was like she had forgiven anything. i mean, i came late to an invitation once and she just said 'it's okay,' like it's the most normal thing. i guess your sister really did put a bunch of ice on her head to calm her down."

you laughed loudly, astounded by the way she spoke, "ah, you're so..."

"what?" she asks.

"nothing," you chuckled. "so," you clasped your hands at your back. "will you drop by us tomorrow, too?"

"well," she blushed. "of course. i have to deliver mina's orders."

"okay," you smiled. "you don't have to be so uptight around me, you know?"

"i- um-" momo stuttered as you held her hand.

"see," you had a tight grip around her hand, letting her feel the coldness of it against her warm ones. "you're kinda- too cute for this."

it was a thursday, and you went to the bakery right after you took your workout, a new thing that you've been wanting to do.

well, you didn't have time to change, so you baked in your workout outfit, just switching the shirt into a spare, tight, tank top. the apron was clearly useless now, probably.

momo came into the kitchen while you were taking out the freshly baked buns, one that was baking underneath the bigger oven so you had to lean down.

"oh, careful." momo notes as she passes by you. she doesn't forget the sight. you bent down like that waiting for her to get over. god. it made momo go a little crazy while she went and dropped the flour at its usual spot in the bakery supply area. she let herself take that in for a while as she sat down, closing her eyes, feeling an uncomfortable state between her legs.

"momo?" you called out to her, and you went to the supply area, where you found her just.. there. "oh," you quickly went to get some water, as she stared a little too much on your backside on those purple leggings. "here," you said, cutting her out of her daze as you handed her some water. "tough day?"

"very," she said, gulping down the water with a couple of sips. you reached out to a certain drawer in the supply area, your perfectly shaped glutes on display for her. well, fuck. you handed over the strawberry jam to her. "oh, is this it?"

"yeah," you smiled. "try it out. just get a sourdough at the shelves. don't worry, i'll pay for it."

"nope, i have plenty of those at home," she chuckled as she stood up. "i- um," she stutters once more. "are you still going? i'm playing at saturday."

"oh," you smiled, wide enough to compete with the sun. "of course, momo. wouldn't miss that."

"great!" she smiles in happiness, clutching the strawberry jam next to her.

"i'll be cheering for you," you chuckled as you put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it. "good luck!"

she chuckled. "yeah, thanks."

saturday came by fast.

you hung out with momo last night at the market fair, along with mina and sana, who went around the carnival hand in hand.

you had your own delight with momo, who was chill at the carnival games, her winning at several ones, surprisingly as you two ate several snacks on the way. she won a big my melody plushie, which you will forever be thankful for.

you just like spending time with her. she has such immense warmth, though quite timid and shy sometimes, but she was beautiful in a way that you wanted to be consumed by her.

"god," you sigh against your bed, trying to settle into an outfit. "fuck."

"hey," mina says, her body leaning against the doorway. "having trouble?"

"yeah," you sighed as you sat up, and mina made her way to sit with you. "i've been struggling to find an outfit. i don't want something too fitting, too unrevealing, too tight, too everything- i just want something perfect for the night, mina."

mina laughs as she made way to your closet, and pulls out a specific dress. it was a black, suede, champagne dress with its straps thin just to hold the dress together.

"mina, you're a fucking genius," you sighed in comfort as you chuckled, taking the dress from mina's hands. "this is perfect, thank you."

mina laughs, "i know it is. date with momo?"

"hm, kinda like that. i'm seeing her play," you chuckled. "what about you? staying for the night?"

"i'll be at sana's," mina sighs. "she's not having the best time right now..."

"oh, like..." you stopped for a moment, understanding that her girlfriend was sick.

"she's been having a bad fever for the past few days." mina sighs.

"well," you sighed as well, but you remembered something. "i had some extra soup i made a few hours ago," you said. "maybe that could help her."

"you're a lifesaver," mina sighs in relief. "why'd you make it though?"

"just wanted something warm," you giggled. "anyways, i'll be leaving at 7."

"yeah, no worries," mina smiles. "good luck with your date!"

you arrived at the bar, a little past 7pm, perfectly in time in momo's set.

the previous band had only finished playing as you sat right in front, ordering a martini as the first drink of the night.

momo's band comes in as the dim light slowly gets stronger, you catch a sight of momo; in her signature tank top, arms out, with her pants, and a flannel tightly wrapping around the waistband of it. god. she looks so good.

the drums were, unusually, right on front and on the side, just a little beside you and she says 'hi,' with a little smile, her drumstick stuck to her fingers.

she was so cute, but then, she went on to test the tone of the drums, and it sounded great. but god, the way her muscles flexed as she took the drums to sound was so tempting that you just wanted to pull her out of the band and take her home.

but then, she catches a little glance at you again, as she sees you walk to the bathroom. she doesn't miss the subtle appearance of your cleavage, the way that the dress hugged your body so divine, and the way that your ass was so curved in it. it drove her fucking crazy.

you made your way back to your seat, as momo started the song with her band. you got another drink of the same kind.

they played really well, a couple of jazz hits, some requests, and some originals from their band were played.

momo looked at you from the crowd the whole time. you were so beautiful and irresistible in that fucking dress, that she wants to make you tell her to rip it off.

a few songs later, momo's band takes a bow, and the lights dim once more as a sign that their set was finished.

you wait for her silently at your table, now ordering your fourth drink of the night.

"hey," someone taps your shoulder from the back. "how was it?"

you saw momo in all of her glory, her flannel now covering her bare arms. she sits beside you, looking you in the eye.

"you're so great," you said. "you were so good at playing the drums!"

"well," she chuckled as she gestured to the waiter to get her the same drink. "someone important was watching, i didn't want to blow that up."

you chuckled at her, "hm, important, then? so, it's a date..."

"you could put it that way," she teased back. she leans closer to whisper to you, "you look beautiful tonight."

"thanks," you said as you put a hand on her thigh, getting her comfortable with your touches. "you're not so bad yourself. had your arms out and all on the stage."

momo laughs, "well, i didn't know you'd stare at that."

"i mean, i can help but to, you know," you confessed. "it's just so big-"

"something else is bigger- what?" she gets flustered by herself, saying the phrase. "no, oh my god, sorry, y/n... that was such a bad joke."

you just laughed and let yourself lean on her arm. "it's nothing, momo. it's okay," you placed a little kiss on her cheek. "you know, if you really wanna show it off," you slide your hands through her inner thighs, down to her crotch, feeling the material and her cock desperately straining against it. "do it, momo."

"fuck," she stands up, holding your hand, leaving the payment on the table as she makes a rush going out of the bar. "you're getting it."

"hm, let me." you chuckled as she went to open the car door for you, letting you sit down. she went and got into the other side of the car, and she drove away.

"such a little tease for me," she said, running her hand through your bare thigh. "wearing this tight fucking dress," she touches the hem of it as she drove off. "all for others to see."

you held onto your seatbelts as she creeped her fingers closer to your center. "momo-"

the teasing stopped once you arrived at her house, as she pulled you into a deep, breathless kiss. she lets you wrap your legs around her waist as she carries you inside, going to her room.

"fuck," she pulls away, closing her room's door, as she nipped on your neck, making sure that it's red enough for her. "you don't know how much i've been wanting you, baby."

you can't help but moan, and clutch your hand on her hair as she laid you down on her bed, nipping on the valley of your collarbones as she takes off your dress.

"so fucking pretty." she latches on your nipple, as she takes the other to knead with her hand.

"momo, ah- fuck," you rut your hips against her knee as she holds you by the waist. "i need you."

she pulls away from your breasts, as you kiss her, taking her flannel off, and pulling her tank top off. you held tightly to her bicep, as you gently tug on her pants, opening the button of it.

she kneels on top of you, her evident bulge just right on your face. it curved to the side of her calvin klein's, and she takes your hand to palm it.

"so warm, baby," she says, feeling the sensation of you touching it above her boxers. "take it off."

you took it off, and it springed right up, her cock red and hard, slapping up to her navel.

you took her length to your hand, pumping it up and down, as she thrusts. "so needy." you swiped your thumb on the sensitive head, making her squirm.

"wan' fuck your mouth," she whined, getting off of you for a second as she took the space beside you. "please?"

"so cute when you beg," you pumped her a couple of times, as you trailed your kisses from her chest to her stomach. she was whining, holding you by the hair as she makes you a makeshift ponytail. you licked the head of her cock, and she moans loudly. "so cute."

you finally let her fuck your mouth, the big length just sliding in and out of your throat, the tip reaching parts of your mouth you've never known before. momo knows that you were choking, but that doesn't stop her, as she pulled you down by the head to take on her 9 inch length.

"god," she stills, letting her cock pulse fully inside of your mouth. "you're so fucking good, baby."

she finally pulls out, flipping you over with her big strong arms as she kisses your neck once more. "tell me what you want, baby," she whispered. "i need you to let me fuck you like the little bitch you are."

"make me cum," you held onto her hand that was kneading your breast. "please, momo, i don't care how many times- just-"

she kisses you on the lips once more, making you shut up. "don't worry about it."

she trailed her kisses from your chest to the waistband of your panties, spreading your legs and putting it on her shoulders.

"needy little bitch, all for me," she tapped on your arousal that seeped through your panties a couple of times, which made you squirm, your thighs closing on her head. she spreads them once more, removing your panties, and now, the wetness of it glistens in front of her. she takes a long stripe from your hole to your clit, making you hold onto her hair. "and you're delicious. can't wait to eat you all night."

she latches her mouth on your clit, looking at you with utmost adoration and lust as you come apart on her tongue. she laps, circles, and plays around with it, making you moan and strut your hips to meet her tongue. she couldn't be more happier when you begged more.

"momo, fuck," you moaned out, her lips still closed and sucking your clit. "fingers, please."

she happily complies, her fingers teasing the outside of your folds, getting it wet enough to be inserted. she puts two of her fingers inside, licking at your clit, as she moves it in and out to hit your g-spot so deliciously.

"mmgh! holy shit, momo," you closed your eyes in the ecstasy of her pleasure. "more, fuck," you rutted your hips, her fingers going faster. "ah."

she pulls away, smirking as she pumps her fingers faster, now she latches on your nipple, stimulating the hard nub, as she makes you come apart on her fingers.

your juices were overflowing on her hand as she went and used her thumb to make circles on your clit. "momo!" you held onto her biceps as she kissed you on the neck. "fuck, fuck," you were becoming sensitive, with the way she was holding and fucking you with her fingers. "momo, i'm gonna-" you held onto her tightly, feeling the heat building up from your pussy.

"cum for me," she whispers, the thumb on your clit teasing you further. "cum, baby."

"fuck!" you screamed, squirting on her hand. you felt your arousal trickle on her hand, to her bed, but you felt something different. it was momo's cum, white, spurted, on your thigh. "did my baby cum untouched with that, huh?" you teased as you pumped her cock, and was surprised that it wasn't even half hard. it was still hard, ready to be inside of you.

"don't worry," you went on top of her, your hands directly touching her toned stomach, as you glide your wetness on her length. "can't wait to have your big cock inside of me," you moaned, lining up her wet cock to your hole. "mmgh," you slowly sit on it, the girth already stretching you out enough. "so fucking big, baby."

she held your arms, as you tried to sit down on her cock. slowly, you ride her, her length not fully in. she was getting impatient, so she rolled you two over, slamming her cock inside of you fully.

she lets you feel her cock inside of you, almost kissing your cervix with how big it is.

"so tight," she thrusts, holding you by the waist, fucking into you slowly to get you loosened up. "fuck, is it your first time?"

"no," you let yourself sway with her, already trembling with how big she was. "it's just that you're so big..."

"hmm, i know," she kisses you once more, a little gentle, as she tries to thrust in and out slowly. "just tell me if you're good already, hm? don't want to destroy my sweetheart like that."

you wrapped your arms around her and you smiled, "get rough with me," you whispered, your mouth forming into an 'o' as her thrusts fasten. "make me your bitch, come on- ah," you moaned, holding onto her biceps. "fuck, use that fucking cock."

"g'nna destroy your little cunt, baby," she moans, holding you by the waist, thrusting as your back arches to her touch. "i'm too big for you," she growls, putting her hand above the spot where she feels her cock bulge. "taking me so fucking well."

you continued to writhe below her, as she pumps her cock, in and out, your pleasure spot getting battered as you let out spurts of your arousal.

"you're so wet," she says, pulling out completely, and turning you over. she tucked a few pillows on your chest, letting you lean onto it as you're now positioned by her on fours. "i want you to stay like this. can you, baby?"

"hmm," you moaned, feeling your juices trickle down to the bedsheets. "fuck..."

"you're making a mess," she laughs, rubbing your folds languidly, as she inserted herself once more, shocking you. you were tighter, "you're gonna squirt on my cock, aren't you, messy girl?'

she went and rubbed your hardened clit, making you squirm and grip her sheets as you whined, screamed, and shouted her name.

she continues to thrust, fast, as she slaps your ass. "fucking slut, always having your ass out when you're at the bakery," she closes her eyes and remembered the times that your ass confined into your clothes too much as she squeezed on it, spreading it apart. "you've been wanting someone to fuck you like this, haven't you, hm?"

"yes, yes!" you screamed, holding onto her sheets as you slammed your hips back in time with hers. she pulls you to her by your hair, and she wrapped her arms around you as she thrusts, her fingers once again creating tight circles on your wet clit.

she huffs, kissing your neck once more, leaving a mark as she held you by the waist, thrusting uncontrollably when she felt your pussy walls pulse against her.

"momo," you moaned, weakly, as you leaned into her touch. "fuck, momo, fuck me more," you whined. "please-"

she pushed you gently again, making you go on fours, as she thrusts, faster than she was before, pumping her wet length in and out of you.

"am i fucking in you enough, huh," she asks in short breaths, her wet skin on your wet skin as you moaned onto her pillows. "so fucking tight, baby," she grunts, feeling your arousal grow by the minute. "cum for me."

you squirted as she continued to thrust, fucking your overused pussy as it pulsed.

"take it." she thrusts, slow, as she makes you feel her pulse. her warm liquid covers your inner walls, as she falls on top of you. "fuck," she pulls out, letting herself soften outside of you. she went and admired her work, your hole filled with her cum, dripping to your clit, but she was fast as she used her tongue to put it back in. she went back to you, making you come back to a laying position, and she makes you rest on her chest. "w's that good, baby?"

you nod against her warm chest, looking up at her. "so good," you smiled, kissing her cheek. "thank you, momo."

she chuckled, "that's nothing," she says. "how are you? did i get too rough? sorry if i d-"

"i told you, right?" you chuckled, holding her hand. "so no, you're not too much."

"well," she blushed still, as she Interlocked her fingers with yours. "what about a proper date?"

"maybe, that's too late to ask," you chuckled. "i mean, you already have me here, you know?"

she laughs, "just wanted to make sure." she kisses your forehead.

maybe, your year isn't that bad at all.

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Yandere!Mha!Hybrids x Farmer!Fem!Reader

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do we know what caters dad does for work? its mentioned that they move around a lot for his job but what exactly /is/ his job

Hello hello! ^^ Thank you for this question!

Cater’s dad works at a bank!

It is not specified what it is that he does for the bank, only that he is transferred to a new office about once every two years.

We have a surprising amount of information about the employment situations of the parents of the various characters!

Riddle’s Parents: Medical mages (also called “magical healers” on EN, but the job title of “魔法医術士" is consistent in the original game. There is a theory that EN is being localized by multiple teams separated by vignettes/main story/events, which would explain inconsistencies like this, certain things in Glorious Masquerade, etc.)

Trey’s Parents: Professional bakers that run their own cake business / patisserie.

Cater’s Father: Works for a bank Cater’s Mother: No information

Ace’s Father: No information (confirmed magicless) Ace’s Mother: No information

Deuce’s Father: No information Deuce’s Mother: Delivery truck driver

Leona’s Father: King of Sunset Savanna Leona’s Mother: No information

*I have seen conflicting interpretations of Leona’s family situation on EN, with some saying that Falena is already king, but he is not: it was confirmed in Tamashina-Mina that Falena is still the crown prince.

It is not said anywhere in the game that Falena is king, though he is performing certain duties due to their father being bedridden.

Ruggie’s Parents: No information

Jack’s Parents: No information

Azul’s Mother: Restaurant owner (confirmed mage*) Azul’s Father: No information (confirmed mage*) Azul’s Step-Father: Lawyer (confirmed mage*)

*Azul says, “everyone in my family is a mage," without distinguishing between the different members.

Jade and Floyd’s Parents: “They simply run an independent business that dabbles in a bit of everything. Nothing out of the ordinary, I assure you.”

Kalim’s Father: “Does business in a lot of different places,” but what kind of business may never be specified.

Kalim says they come from a long line of merchants and he wants to emulate his grandpa and great-grandpa, but I have not been able to find a specific line that says Kalim’s father himself is also a merchant. Jamil describes Kalim’s father as “a key player in our government and economy.” (confirmed magicless)

Kalim’s Mother: No Information (confirmed mage)

Jamil’s Parents: Servants to Kalim’s family

Vil’s Father: Actor (confirmed magicless) Vil’s Mother: No Information

Rook’s Parents: No Information

Epel’s Parents: Apple farmers (confirmed magicless)

Idia and Ortho's Father: Director of STYX Idia and Ortho's Mother: (redacted for Book 7 spoilers)

Malleus’ Parents: (redacted for Book 7 spoilers)

Lilia’s Parents: No Information

Silver's Father: Retired General and Royal Guard (confirmed mage) Silver's Birth Parents: No Information

Sebek’s Father: Dentist (confirmed magicless) Sebek’s Mother: Assistant to her husband's dental practice (nocturnal fae, confirmed mage)

#twstask #twisted wonderland

[astrangergivingthestrangewelcome]

Mina's entry always gets me like bestie you know I love and support you in all your endeavors including becoming a vampire but you cannot call the locals superstitious for looking at your cross mark and putting garlic in your food like you do see how you have the cross mark bc a cross burned you bc you're becoming a vampire right? You do see how you couldn't eat the garlic because you're becoming a vampire right???? Like this isn't a superstition it is the lived reality for both you and these Romanian farmers who were still kind enough to let you into their home despite the fact, and I cannot stress this enough, you are becoming a creature of the night that would absolutely kill these people and consume their blood.

#dracula daily

[mushroomates]

some boromir headcanons

he likes to eat spicy food. he cannot handle the spice, but keeps eating it anyways.

he stays up during merry and pippin’s watches during the night. half because he wants to keep them awake and give them company, half because he’s pretty sure they wont be paying attention.

best hugs. he will kind of pick u up while he hugs u.

would wear a fanny pack.

his favorite food is chicken. he likes any kind of chicken. also likes apples.

decent story teller. can recall gondor’s history easy. when he starts talking about it, he becomes very passionate and has been known to yell or cry while retelling events.

carries around a packet of dirt from gondor around with him for good luck.

tried to make his own brew. went blind for a little bit after trying it. gimli fuckin loves it tho, tried it at gondor and brought a batch with him.

has dogs. took in a stray while patrolling the city, named him Minas. Minas lived a long and happy life, and afterwards Faramir brought him a puppy who he named Ithil.

he is also allergic to dogs. insists otherwise.

his men call him “big brother boromir” behind his back. he pretends not to know.

once pippin called him dad and he coasted on that high for weeks

afraid of heights. will not admit it.

great with babies. would carry faramir around. his dad let him even though boromir was only five at the time, and faramir would try and wiggle out of his arms.

he whittles!!! or carves. works with wood. he made little trinkets for the hobbits in his spare time during the journey. he made pippin a little wooden dog and merry a rabbit because merrys kinda afraid of dogs. he made a bill the pony for sam after moria and was working on a cat for frodo before he passed away. it was in his pocket, half made. the didn’t spot it before he sailed away.

made faramir toys when they were younger- whole barnyard full of animals and some important gondor land marks. also a mini version of their family. faramir passed this down to pippin, who passed it down to his kids. it’s now a family heirloom.

dyslexic. faramir would read to him while he carved trinkets and such.

the fellowship goes out of their way to visit this shrine. he also has one in gondor, rivendell, and just outside of lorien.

boromir tried to teach merry and pippin wood carving once. pippins carving tools were quickly confiscated but merry learned how to make a boat.

merry officially took up wood carving after his death. he makes little boats for the hobbitlings and they have a race every summer down stream.

he also taught the hobbits how to make said boats, so when they’re older they hold the race themself. afterwards, they take the winning boat down to the graveyard.

boromir has a grave in the shire that the hobbits put gifts on, including said boats. it’s on the edge of the forest by the river. the fellowship all come to visit. some things left include: flowers, hot sauce, wooden toys, notes, homemade jam, pretty rocks, and some of farmer maggot’s produce. farmer maggot does not know of this.

#gondor #boromir son of denethor #boromir #faramir #faramir son of denethor #denethor #merry and pippin #peregrin took #meridoc brandybuck #the shire #lotr #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #the fellowship #the two towers #minas ithil #boromir headcanons #lord of the rings headcanons #lotr headcanons #jrrt #jolkien rolkien rolkien tolkien #jrr tolkien #tolkien headcanons #tolkien #hobbits #boromir and faramir #boromir and his hobbits #boromir deserved better #gondor headcanons #middle earth

[susiephone]

i see your “the best way to adapt dracula would be a found footage horror movie” and raise you “the best way to adapt dracula would be a mockumentary that gradually turns into a found footage horror movie”

this includes (spoilers ahead for those of you going in blind, my friends from the discord server, THIS MEANS YOU):

dracula never being seen on camera

sometimes you hear him talking, or see things moving around as if someone’s there, but you never see him

no one notices this until mina is rewatching all of jonathan’s transylvania footage for clues and almost chokes on her latte when she sees jonathan having a conversation with the air

Jonathan, in an interview: So everyone’s been really friendly so far, but people get weird when I mention where I’m going. [holds up a handful of at least twenty rosaries and good luck charms] And I don’t know German for “no thank you, I’m Protestant,” so... Also, I tried to say no to this one woman and she cried and told me to at least call my mom one last time before I went to the castle. So that was weird. I tried to translate what some of them were saying, but all I have to work with is half a Duolingo course and Google Translate. They can’t possibly be saying “demon,” right? [Cut to another interview.] Local farmer, in German with captions: Oh, yeah, no, he’s gonna die for sure.

someone saying some straight nonsense, followed by mina and/or van helsing staring into the camera

a cheesy local commercial for the law firm jonathan works at

he’s in the commercial and he wishes he were dead

Mina, in an interview: So, my boyfriend Jonathan is on his first-ever business trip! He’s gone to Transylvania to handle this huge real estate deal with actual nobility. I’m super proud of him! [Cut to footage of Jonathan looking around Castle Dracula, growing increasingly unnerved, and then to a scene of Jonathan shaving before his mirror apparently throws itself off the counter.] Mina, voiceover: He emails me every day with updates, and it sounds like he’s having a great time. His client sounds really nice, and he’s been a great host so far.

everything with lucy and the boyfriend squad is basically just the bachelor

except when the filmmakers do some dramatic narration to insinuate that there’s tension mounting and rivalry blooming between the boyfriend squad, it just cuts to them all playing mario kart or going to the gym or having lunch together

there’s a whole sequences of them helping each other text lucy

the moment when the genre shift happens is when Jonathan is first attacked by the brides, and he gets away, but the camera crew isn’t so lucky, thus explaining why he drops out of the narrative until he gets back to London

later on an interview with Mina about how worried she is about Lucy gets cut short when her phone starts buzzing and she sees that people keep linking her to a news story

and then it cuts to a local newscast about the mysterious attacks on local children

the boyfriend squad + jonathan telling mina she needs to stay behind for her own safety since they can’t risk their precious mina getting hurt and upset and then it just cuts to mina in an interview, except she’s silently staring at the camera visibly FUMING

before the final trip, everyone records their last requests and any final words they want to share with the world just in case things go south

in the end, we only see quincey’s

the final scene is a “where are they now?” where we see, among other things, mina and jonathan filming a home movie of Quincey II’s third birthday party

#dracula #dracula daily #feel free to add #dracula spoilers #dracula daily spoilers

[thehopefuljournalist]

Seed networks are community organizations that have multiplied in the past decade in different Brazilian biomes to collect, trade and plant native seeds in degraded areas.

In the Chapada dos Veadeiros area, in Goiás state members of seed networks from several parts of Brazil met for almost a week in early June.

Along with environmental organizations, researchers and government officials, they participated in discussions to boost Redário, a new group seeking to strengthen these networks and meet the demands of the country’s ecological restoration sector.

“This meeting gathered members of Indigenous peoples, family farmers, urban dwellers, technicians, partners, everyone together. It creates a beautiful mosaic and there’s a feeling that what we are doing will work and will grow,” says Milene Alves, a member of the steering committee of the Xingu Seed Network and Redário’s technical staff.

Just in 2022, 64 metric tons of native seeds were sold by these networks, and similar figures are expected for 2023.

The effort to collect native seeds by traditional populations in Brazil has contributed to effective and more inclusive restoration of degraded areas, and is also crucial for the country to fulfill its pledge under international agreements to recover 30 million acres of vegetation by 2030.

Seed collection for restoration in these areas has previously only been done by companies. But now, these networks, are organized as cooperatives, associations or even companies, enable people in the territories to benefit from the activity.

Eduardo Malta, a restoration expert from the Socio-Environmental Institute and one of Redário’s leaders, advocates for community participation in trading and planting seeds. “These are the people who went to all the trouble to secure the territories and who are there now, preserving them. They have the greatest genetic diversity of species and hold all the knowledge about the ecosystem,” 

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The Geraizeiros Collectors Network are one of the groups that makes up Redário. They were founded in 2021, and now gathers 30 collectors from eight communities in five municipalities: Montezuma, Vargem Grande, Rio Pardo de Minas, Taiobeiras and Berizal.

They collect and plant seeds to recover the vegetation of the Gerais Springs Sustainable Development Reserve, which was created in 2014 in order to stop the water scarcity as a result of eucalyptus monocultures planted by large corporations.

“The region used to be very rich in water and it is now supplied by water trucks or wells,” says Fabrícia Santarém Costa, a collector and vice president of the Geraizeiros Collectors’ Network. “Today we see that these activities only harm us, because the [eucalyptus] company left, and we are there suffering the consequences.”

Costa was 18 years old in 2018, when the small group of seed collectors was founded and financed by the Global Environmental Facility. She says that working with this cooperative changed the way she looks at life and the biome in which she was born and raised. She describes restoring the sustainable development work as "ant work", ongoing, slow. But it has already improved the water situation in the communities. In addition, seed sales complement geraizeiros’ income, enabling them to remain in their territories.

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The Redário initiative also intends to influence public policies and regulations in the restoration sector to disseminate muvuca, the name given by the networks to the technique of sowing seeds directly into the soil rather than growing seedlings in nurseries.

Technical studies and network experiences alike show that this technique covers the area faster and with more trees. As a result, it requires less maintenance and lower costs. This system also distributes income to the local population and encourages community organizations.

“The muvuca system has great potential [for restoration], depending on what you want to achieve and local characteristics. It has to be in our range of options for meeting the targets, for achieving them at scale,” says Ministry of the Environment analyst Isis Freitas.

Article published August 3rd, 2023

#long post #climate change #climate #hope #good news #more to come #climate emergency #positive news #hopeful #climate justice #news #important #good post #links

[the-bramble--patch]

I’ve been seeing a few posts on minimalism going around, one being @bisquitt’s post on sustainability and minimalism—how the two terms shouldn’t be conflated, and how real sustainability is about anti-capitalism in the forms of reuse, repair, and community interdependence. Another is @allstrangeandwonderful’s post on how Minimalism is an aesthetic based around coping in the "corporate hellscape" we live in—contemporary designers gravitate towards neutral colors as a respite from the warlike corporate use of color to catch the attention of a consumer (See Mina Le's video on this concept also. She offers up a few possible reasons for this trend towards "greige" interiors, one being the inundation from advertising we experience in our everyday lives).

I wanted to talk about these concepts and tie in some other things I’ve been seeing around.

Imo, minimalism is anti-consumerist, but not anti-capitalist. The lifestyle and aesthetic is intended to address the systemic problem of living in a consumerist society on an individual level. Instead of ending the capitalist system that thrusts consumerism on us all, it suggests that minimalists create a safe space away from consumerism. It is not interested in changing the system, only the individual. What really drove this home for me was watching The Financial Diet on YouTube interview The Minimalists, the guys who kicked off the trend. She keeps trying to ask them about the underlying issues Minimalism acts as a band-aid for, and they keep dodging her questions.

The lifestyle choices bisquitt offers up as sustainable are typically lumped under the umbrella of Solarpunk: “fixing shit around your house. thrifting. patching clothes and handing them down. a community garden. potluck dinner parties. farmer’s markets. a barter system among friends and neighbors. kindness. love among community members.“ These things do not conform to the minimalist aesthetic tenets of order, function, and simplicity. They are often vibrant, mismatched, and chaotic, messy even (see my post on solarpunk aesthetics here). This is because solarpunk aims to solve the same issues minimalism does, but on a societal level. Solarpunk is working towards a utopian future of degrowth, where the forces that Minimalism is in opposition to will no longer exist. This allows for everyday people to reclaim vibrancy from corporations. That busyness is only desirable in a world where capitalism isn't such a burden. Solarpunk advocates for simplicity in all but design, instead of the other way around.

Another thing is the separation between meaning and function present in Minimalism. Minimalism is often associated with deriving pleasure from experiences, not things. The physical space is deprioritized (I know the movement is about changing the physical space, but the idea is that the physical space just makes your life more efficient) for a kind of zen outlook about mind over matter. Solarpunk is much more holistic in its recognition that inner peace comes from a play between the external and internal worlds—from connection and respect for people, things, and resources. Instead of removing meaning and beauty from a space to prioritize the mind, Solarpunk instills it, to elicit interaction with the world instead of a retreat from it. Thus, Solarpunk rolls meaning and function into one: a visibly mended shirt is both functional (the hole is gone), and meaningful (it says much more about the politics of the wearer than one mended invisibly). Another example is the bottle walls commonly used in Earthships: Making the bottles visible is beautiful, and it communicates that the builder is interested in using sustainable material.

In short, minimalism is individualist while Solarpunk is collectivist, and the aesthetics of each reflect that. Retreating from a broken society will not fix said society. Sustainability needs to be solved on a societal level, so minimalism as a solution to overconsumption just isn't gonna cut it.

#solarpunk #sustainability #minimalism #solarpunk aesthetics #mine #my writing

[mysteryshoptls]

Hello Ras!! This isnt a request but do you happen to know what events Grim and Yuu canonically took part in?

Hm, good question. What do you count as "canonically took part"? Did they specifically have an "active" part? Did Grim get an outfit? Did they help save the day? Did they appear in the event? I'll list the events below and state how much Yuu participated in, because it's never so clear-cut.

Happy Beans Day 1: Yuu/Grim participates, is on the Farmer team, and accompanies Jade and Cater.

Happy Beans Day 2: While Yuu/Grim is on the Farmer team, Part 2 follows other students, so they do not "participate" in this event.

Fairy Gala: Yuu/Grim participates, assisting Ruggie in attempting to steal the magestone.

Fairy Gala IF: Yuu/Grim do not participate in the actual event beyond joining the other First Years to help Ortho.

Ghost Marriage: Yuu/Grim do not participate in the actual event beyond appearing in the event and getting their dormitory taken over.

Wish Upon a Star: Yuu/Grim do not participate in the actual event beyond tagging along with the Stargazers.

Scary Monsters! 1: While Yuu/Grim do not participate in the stamp rally (as their home was essentially taken over by Diasomnia), they do get costumes from the Ghosts.

Scary Monsters! 2: Yuu/Grim are missing before the other students attempt to save everyone, so while they get costumes at the end, they do not "participate" in this event.

Master Chef: Yuu does not participate, although Grim judges.

Vargas Camp 1 & 2: While Yuu/Grim do not participate in the camp activities, they participate as Recordkeeper.

Sam's New Year Sale: Yuu/Grim do not participate.

Welcome to Twisted Tsumderland 1 & 2: Yuu/Grim do not participate.

Port Fest: Yuu/Grim do not participate in the actual event beyond tagging along with Jack and helping run Class 1-A stand.

Glorious Masquerade: Yuu/Grim goes to the gathering of mages, Grim gets an outfit, and participates in the masquerade.

Al'ab Nariya: Yuu/Grim is invited and Yuu gets an outfit.

Kelkkarotu: Yuu/Grim is invited and Yuu/Grim get outfits, but neither participate in the race.

Tamashina-Mina: Yuu/Grim is not invited (but goes anyway), and neither participate in the competition. Grim gets an outfit.

White Rabbit Festival: Yuu/Grim is invited, and Yuu/Grim get outfits.

Lost in the Book with Stitch: Yuu/Grim are whisked away as well, and are wearing the same magical attire.

First Anniversary: Yuu/Grim participates with the First Years.

Second Anniversary: Yuu/Grim participates with the Second Years.

Third Anniversary: Yuu/Grim participates with the Third Years.

#ras replies

[middleearth-polls]

#middle-earth #middleearth polls #tumblr polls #tolkien #lotr #the lord of the rings #polls #category: pick something #category: animals

[momotorin]

baby, can you call me back? i miss you; it's so lonely in my mansion.

minors dni!!! MEN DNI

this blog would have nsfw themes so leave now if you don't like that type of content, or better, you could just block me, sweetheart ^3^

my name is keji

she/they non-binary bisexual

what i write:

momo and sana centric <3

requests ><

headcanons

thoughts

full length fics

oneshots

(all can be fluff, smut, or angst)

kinks:

noncon/dubcon/cnc

somno (cnc, consensual)

g!p

polyamory

strap use

overstimulation

dom/sub themes

marking

rough sex

roleplay

dacryphilia

NO!!!:

men

themes about cheating

weird age gaps 😨❓

monster fucking (still in debate with this but no)

straight up just abuse

male idols x female idols (what shit are you on why would a man be there‼️)

hair fetishes

armpit fetishes (what the fuck?)

MINOR IDOLS (HEAVY ON THIS ONE BECAUSE SOME OF YALL??)

current aus/headcanons i can take requests for:

gp!momo

gp!sana

gp!momo x bratty sub!sana

bratty sub!sana

possessive dom!momo

nonchalant dom!gp!momo

exhibitionist!gp!momo

dom!racer!momo

dom!ceo!sana

dom!ceo!sana x sub!secretary!momo

dom!sugar mommy!sana

fics, headcanons, asks:

wife!sana

wife!sana 2

jealousy, jealousy with gp!momo pt.1

ceo!sana x assistant!momo

ceo!sana x assistant!momo (2)

gp!momo x bratty!sana

exhibitionist!gp!momo x reader

gp!ceo!momo x ceo!sana

wife!momo

childhood friend!mina

special: holiday samo

gp!farmer!momo x baker!reader

nerd!momo x campus crush!sana

futch!sana

f1 racer!momo 1

send me asks NEOW!! don't be afraid to hmu for a good time, and i'd appreciate it when you have your anon emoji (just tell me hehe!)

#momotorin #twice smut #momo smut #sana smut #twice #twice scenarios #twice headcanons #twice angst #twice fluff #introduction to keji

[dykepuffs]

I want to argue that Dracula is the first work of Nokiawave.

-It's heavily concerned with new technology which drives the plot: Telegrams between everyone being collated into the text, Dr Seward's audiolog on the phonograph which Mina types up, mass transit in the form of both trains and Tube, steamships (and specifically the contrast between steam and sail) and loads of minor examples.

-It's concerned with new social technologies and social change: Mina is a typist, a respectable modern job for a young middle-class woman. Jon is a clerk and is working in an exciting emerging market. Dr Seward uses all the modern methods and keeps up with theory and scientific developments. Lucy is pleased to have plenty of male friends, not just to be seeking to marry. And it contrasts this with both the "good" Old Ways - The helpful, hopeless, peasants who give Jon his anti-vampire icon, the "broad minded" but also clearly steeped in superstition Van Helsing - and the "bad" Old Ways - Obviously, Dracula and also the enslaved Roma (Who, oh god, I I have to write about them in the context of Romanian chattel slavery of Roma, which was technically abolished in stages throughout the 2nd half of the 19th century, but where emancipation came with enforced sedentarism and obligation to a landowner - And where many remained enslaved in all practical terms into the C20th, and specifically in Transylvania the effects of Maria Theresia's Four Decrees that were still in effect that meant they would both be indentured to a landowner as "new farmers" and their children would be kidnapped by the state and given to white families for "reeducation" - but most people analysing the text seem to treat them as willingly Evil Minions).

-It's full of the anxieties about what Eastern and Southern Europe will do as they "modernise and open" (ie become financially and culturally available to the West) and specifically the fear of the Rich Slavic* Oligarch (to a certain kind of British mind, anyone east of Berlin and north of Athens is Slavic, sigh) spreading their malign influence in the Capital Cities of the West. Even the touch that Dracula was once a warlord but is now a slick investor and man-about-town.

-It has lots of continent hopping, focusing on the ~local colour~ in Transylvania and the contrast between both the "superstitious" locals and the traveller who finds it all very quaint and interesting but not very serious, and between the poverty of the normal people and the wealth and seclusion of Dracula, and then likewise giving us whistle-stop tours of the interesting bits of Whitby and London, making the city as much of a character as the humans. The Westerner abroad is seen as just a natural phenomenon, but the foreigners* in Britain are notable and exotic.

- It has a mysterious superweapon/monster which is hidden around a big western capital city, where most people (and even the police and regular military) have no idea what it is and are powerless to stop it, and a lot of tension lies on the crux of "What happens if this gets out here, surrounded by all these civilians?" - In a way that treats the mythological East* as a natural place for atrocities to occur, but them happening in London is a shock.

-It has spying: Jon sneaking around the locked-up Carfax with his miniature camera, trying to take pictures to find out what Dracula is doing in there, could have absolutely been in a 1990s thriller. Likewise, meeting in Harrods to avoid suspicion because it's a plausible place for a fashionable young lady to be, surrounded by anonymising crowds.

-It has information warfare: Dracula reading up on British politics, studying maps of London, paying clerks and using shell companies to disguise his property acquisitions, and likewise the heroes using the telegram and port records and the sheer mass of paperwork generated by his activities to track Dracula, which feels like close kin to the Nokiawave staples of finding someone on cctv or by their credit card, or their car registration being flagged at a checkpoint. Jonathan lamenting the lack of an Ordnance Survey in Europe and the unmapped bits of Transylvania specifically really fits with the idea of the "Control Grid" posited by Gregory Flaxman who writes a lot about surveillance and information control in cinema.

-It has a team of both specialists and laypeople who were dragged into the action by circumstance, and much relies on their relationships. The laypeople's "unimportant" skills (Jonathan's knowledge of property and finance especially, and Mina's skills with logistics as well as her innovation and bravery in using herself as a conduit to Dracula) turn out to save the day. The team is multi-national and basically represents The Free World (TM), as well as allowing for jokes about national stereotypes.

-Mina being notably not a damsel in distress, but instead using her personal connection to the villain to absolutely ruin him in ways that nobody else could, is very much like the role of many women in Nokiawave films: She may be traumatised and in danger, more than anyone else because of the villain's obsession with her, but she's smart and deadly and willing to take risks to complete the mission.

-It ends with a massive cross-continental vehicle chase with tonnes of explosions.

#dracula daily #dracula

[fatehbaz]

In fact, mounted police have a long history in Australia. They have certainly been used as a method of crowd control at countless demonstrations in living memory — from anti-war protests to pro-refugee rallies [...]. But the history of mounted police in Australia goes much deeper. [...]

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In early colonial Australia, horses were at a premium. In the 1790s, policing of convicts and bushrangers in the confined region of the Sydney basin was conducted on foot by night watchmen, constables and the colonial military. By 1801, the then Governor King formed a Body Guard of Light Horse for dispatching his messages [...] and as a useful personal escort. By 1816, at the height of the Sydney Wars of Aboriginal resistance, the numbers of horses in the colony had grown. Their importance as mounted reconnaissance and for use by messengers was critical to Governor Macquarie’s infamous campaign, which ended in the Appin Massacre of April 17, 1816. [...]

Along with firearms and disease, the horse was a key element in occupying Aboriginal land and controlling the largely convict workforce on the frontier. In the early 1820s, west of the Blue Mountains, the use of horses in the open terrain of the Bathurst Plains was critical in capturing escaped convicts [...].

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During the first Wiradjuri War of Resistance between 1822 and 1824, calls were made to the colonial authorities for the formation of a civilian “colonial cavalry” to assist the beleaguered and overstretched military forces. [...] It was hoped colonial farmers would be their own first line of defence [...]. Governor Brisbane wrote to London that in 1824 a mounted force was becoming “daily more essential [for the] vital interests of the of the Colony”. [...]

After possibly hundreds of Wiradjuri people had been massacred by heavily armed and mounted settlers, a “Horse Patrol” was created in 1825, which soon formally became the Mounted Police. [...]

By the 1830s, the force had proved useful as a highly mobile quasi-military unit in combating Aboriginal resistance as well as bushranging. As the colony continued to expand with an insatiable desire for running cattle and sheep on Aboriginal lands, three regional divisions were based at Bathurst, Goulburn and Maitland.

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After conflict between colonists and Gamilaraay warriors on the Liverpool Plains, commander Major Nunn led a Mounted Police detachment on a two-month campaign around the Gwydir and Namoi Rivers, resulting in the Waterloo Creek Massacre on January 26, 1838.

Armed colonists soon followed suit, ending in the Myall Creek Massacre in June that year, where colonists killed at least 28 Aboriginal people (possibly more). [...]

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From 1850, the colonial police force (and then from 1862, the NSW Police force) incorporated mounted police as mobile units in mostly remote locations.

But they also found them useful in urban areas, especially with growing numbers of strikes, political disturbances, protests and riots in the rapidly industrialising cities in the late 19th century.

The use of horses in crowd control has a long history in policing [...]. Among the other issues this presents, we might also consider horses’ long suffering histories of being placed in the front lines of conflict. Like the inexorable march of sheep and cattle [...], understanding the role of animals in colonisation and policing is crucial to a broader understanding of Australian history.

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Text by: Stephen Gapps and Mina Murray. “From colonial cavalry to mounted police: a short history of the Australian police horse.” The Conversation. 28 July 2021. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. The image is a screenshot of the headline as published at The Conversation.]

#abolition #colonial #imperial #ecology

[mi-rae07]

Song Mingi : What I Deserve (Part 2/3)

Pairing : Song Mingi (Ateez) and named character (Oh Mina)

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A/n : Since ya'all asked for it, who am I to deny.

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Of all the states mingi had expected to see mina in, her covered in sweat and mud while wearing farmer's clothes were not it. Mina had always been the perfect woman, hair always slicked back into a high ponytail with not a single stray hair strand, not a crease to be seen in any of her dresses and her entire self always neat and tidy. But this mina, the one in front of mingi right now, was so much more different.

Mina : you…how…what?

Mingi : why the hell did you leave and come all the way here, mina?

Mina : to avoid…this.

Mingi : really? And you couldn't have just asked me to stay away from you without giving up your title of being prosecutor?

Mina : mingi, what are you doing here.

Mingi : I've been trying to find you for years, mina. Two whole fucking years, and I see you here, covered in mu-

Mingi cut himself off with a small breath, looking up at mina as he asked

Mingi : what are you right now?

Mina : a farmer.

Mingi : a farmer?

Mina : yes, I farm the field of land that I own.

Mingi : the one that belonged to your parents?

Mina : yes, yes that one. But why does that matter, mingi. You must…you have to leave.

Mingi : I didn't come all the way here to just leave like that.

Mina : what?

Mingi : I'm…on vacation.

Fuck, mingi thought. What the hell was he saying.

Mina : a-alright?

Mingi : and I wish to stay here.

Mina flinched at that, looking at mingi as if he had gone crazy.

Mina : here?

Mingi : in this village, at least. But yes, I wanna live here.

Mina : there are tons of good hotels a few minutes away from here, mingi. That-

Mingi : I've been to good hotels my entire life, I wanna see how this goes now.

Mina : I don't know any places here for you to stay at, I'm sorry.

Mingi : yes you do.

Mina : really. Where?

Mingi nodded towards the inside of her house, making mina's eyes widen in shock. That would be a nightmare.

Mina : no, no.

Mingi : no as in you don't know your house?

Mina : no! no as in you cannot live here.

Mingi : and why not?

Mina : mingi what are you saying. Do you not…do you not remember what happened?

Mingi : what does that have anything to do with this?

Mina : mingi-

Mingi : I'm not here because I love you or want you back, mina. I'm here because I'm on vacation and I thought I could take this time to persuade you to come back to Seoul and take your position back, as well as enjoy my time here.

Mina : I don't want to come back to Seoul.

Mingi : I know, which is why I've come here to convince you otherwise. And in the meantime I need somewhere to stay. So either you let me inside your house or I ask one of your ahjummas to let me in instead.

Mina stared at mingi for a while, being at a loss of words. Of all the things she had expected to happen this year, letting her ex-husband sleep in her house that she had ran away to after cheating on him, wasn't one. And moreover…

Mina stopped her chain of thoughts as the sound of a child crying cut through them, making mingi's eyes widen in shock.

Mingi : is that…is that a child crying inside your house?

Mina shut her eyes tightly, cursing every god that ever existed. Why was her luck so fucking rotten?

Mina : mingi, listen-

Mingi : no, no no that's…is that his child?

Although mingi wasn't anyone to mina anymore, the thought of mina having the child of the man who caused their separation stabbed mingi right through his heart.

Mina : what? No. no, that's not that man's child.

Mina would've rather died than raised that child.

Mingi : then, you have someone else now?

She wished.

Mina : mingi no, this is not my child. It's one of my friend's baby and she left her here for a few weeks since they've both gone to Ilsan for an event.

Lies, all lies but mingi didn't have to know.

Mingi : you look after babies now?

Mina : if needed, yes. I'm sort of…this village's babysitter, you can say.

Mingi looked at mina, looking as if he still found that hard to believe. But before his thoughts could go any further mina shook her head, stepping aside as she said

Mina : you know what, come in. I'll let you stay here.

Anything to not let him know.

Mina : just…stay here I'll go check on Minji and come right back.

Mina rushed away from mingi, making him stare at her in confusion as to why she had suddenly agreed to the idea. He looked around the living room of the house he was in right now, it's interiors making mingi feel as if he were at home. There weren't much expensive things around in here, unlike in the house mingi and mina once used to share. But every object here seemed to have some sort of a value, and when all of it was put together, it looked beautiful.

Mingi looked towards the staircase that was a bit away from him, the staircase mina had gone up through. And so he walked towards it, climbing up as he looked around the corridor. There seemed to be 4 doors, and only one of it was opened. Probably where mina was right now.

Mingi walked towards it, pausing right in front of the doorway as his eyes landed on mina who was cradling a baby in her arms, trying to woo it to sleep while the baby just continued to stare at her face with small giggles.

Adorable, mingi thought. He had never seen mina with children when he was with her. And now that he was looking at how adorable mina looked like with babies, he wished he had realized before.

Mina : oh, you're here?

Mingi walked towards the both of them, looking at the baby who was now staring at mingi with confused eyes. She was beautiful, and for some reason she reminded him of mina. But maybe that was just because mingi missed seeing mina, that should be the only explanation for this since this was someone else's baby.

Mingi touched the baby's cheek with his hand, making her coo as she looked up at mingi with shining eyes.

Mina : mingi.

Mingi : give her to me.

Mina : what?

Mingi : let me try getting her to sleep, since your ways are clearly not working right now.

Mina sighed and handed the baby over to mingi, making him smile as he held minji in his arms. Mina watched as mingi rocked the baby slowly, whispering sweet nothings and patting her back gently as minji's eyes slowly started drooping. And soon enough, she was lying deep asleep in her crib.

Mina : I didn't know you were good with babies.

Mingi : I didn't know it either.

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Mina : how long are you going to stay here?

Mingi looked up from his bowl of ramen, chuckling as he said

Mingi : not rude at all, miss oh.

Mina : you're the one who showed up unannounced to my house at 10pm in the night, you tell me.

Mingi : the attitude never changes, does it?

Mina sighed, leaning back against her chair as she said

Mina : mingi-

Mingi : what did you do for your birthday today, mina?

Mina : my…I did nothing.

Mingi : don't you have friends here?

Mina : except they don't my birthday. And I dislike celebrating something I hate so much.

Mingi : you didn't used to hate your birthday 2 years ago though, did you?

Mina : 2 years ago was different. I'm a different person now.

Mingi : how different are you?

Mina : what?

Mingi : would the mina now still have chosen to cheat on me the way 2 years ago mina did?

Mina flinched at his words, the memory hitting her like a truck. Mingi didn't know the amount of times mina had cried and broken down after she left that house, he didn't know the things she had to go through, or the amount of pain she had been in for that entire year. But then again, he was under no obligation to be knowing all that. This was her fault and her burden.

Mina : have you come to torment me about it? Because if you have-

Mingi : I don't care about it enough to torment you anymore, mina-shi. You know what I've come here for, I need you back in Seoul.

Mina : why. Why do you want to take me back into that city, hmm?

Mingi : because I need you to be a prosecutor again. I need you to prosecute a case of mine.

Mina : what? You have a case?

Mingi : it's not mine, it's my sister's. she's been accused of attempted murder.

Mina sat back against her chair with a breath, shocked. She knew how much mingi used to hate his sister, and how he would've rather died than be reunited with her ever again. He would tell mina about his sister every single day, about how she had cheated their parents and ran away with a huge sum of money, leaving mingi's family in ruins.

Mina : you want me to save your sister?

Mingi nodded, finishing up his ramen as he said

Mingi : consider it a sort of…retribution for the damage you had once inflicted on me.

Retribution, that child upstairs was a living proof of mina's retribution. Except she couldn't say that to mingi.

Mina : then when I'm done with the case, can I move back here? You won't need me to stay there anymore once I save your sister, right?

Mingi : yes. Yes, you can come back here after the case is completely closed.

Mina : so you came all the way here, just to use me as a puppet in order to save your sister, mingi?

Mingi : mhmm.

Mina smiled, looking away from mingi as she whispered

Mina : you really have changed.

Mingi : you changed me, mina. Your actions in past and the difference it made to my life, that's what changed me into this person I am. So if there's really anyone to blame-

Mina : it's me. I'm the one to blame. Because this is what I deserve.

Mingi stared at mina as she sighed and stood up, looking straight at mingi.

Mina : I need time to think about this, but I will provide you with an answer before you leave. That I promise, although my promises do not have much value to you anymore.

Mingi : then that's all I need.

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Mina placed the bowl of cereals on the dining table, mingi playing with a giggling minji who was sitting in her baby chair, excited for food. Mina smiled at the sight, realizing now that minji had gotten his smile, that beautiful smile mina had always loved. She could only hope mingi couldn't find the similarity.

Mina : here's your breakfast.

Mingi mumbled a thank you before pulling the bowl towards him, chuckling at minji already whining from the lack of attention.

Minji : m-mama.

Mina : yes yes, I'm bringing your food.

Mingi : she calls you mama?

Mina paused at that, looking up at mingi as she tried to come up with a proper excuse for that.

Mina : she calls everyone mama. It's the only word she's able to say apart from dada.

Mingi : cute.

Mina smiled and sat down next to minji, feeding her carefully. Minji was already a fan of food, she would eat any food with such enthusiasm. In that way she was like her mother.

Mingi : what are we doing today?

Mina : minji's going to be put under the care of one of my ahjummas while I work in the field. What you do today, is up to you.

Mingi : I'll come to the field with you today then.

Mina looked up at mingi, partly confused. She had never imagined mingi to be someone who liked being out in the fields.

Mingi : for the experience. I've never done farming before.

Mina sighed, feeding minji another spoonful of breakfast as she whispered

Mina : fine.

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Mingi : can't we go back already?

Mina : there's still a little bit more work-

Mingi : ah but it's 8pm already! We've been working for 9 hours, mina.

Of course mingi was tired and whining, he hadn't changed all that much from the mingi mina once used to know.

Mina : nobody's asking you to stay with me, mingi. You can go back and take minji from ahjumma if you like.

Mingi : and you?

Mina : I'll do this alone as I have for the past 2 years.

Mingi sighed in resignation, throwing his tool away as he plopped down on the ground, not caring about the mud that would get on him. He looked up at mina as he said

Mingi : I'm not leaving.

Mina : why?

Mingi : because it's night, mina. There can be a thousand different dangers out here.

Mina looked down at mingi in shock, her heart lightening at his concern. So he still cared about her not dying.

Mina : I-

Mingi : not that I care, but you need to be alive to prosecute my case.

Mina pressed her lips together, looking away with a nod as she continued her work. Of course.

Mingi : isn't this hard?

Mina : the work?

This work had already tired mingi to the core within merely a day, he wasn't even sure he could get up tomorrow morning anymore. And mina had been doing this for two whole years now, all alone.

Mingi : yes. Isn't being a prosecutor much easier for you?

Mina : it might be much easier but it was never as peaceful as this.

Mingi : does this pay a lot, then?

Mina : not everything's about money, mingi. This pays enough to carry on my life comfortably. And as for now, that's enough for me.

Mingi : just for you? You don't plan to be with anyone else, then?

Mina chuckled, shaking her head as she said

Mina : I don't feel worthy enough to be loved by someone, mingi.

Mingi stared at mina as she said with a small smile

Mina : you know what they say. A person who did it once can always do it again.

Mingi : except people don't know what you've done.

Mina : but I do. And that self-realization is enough for me to push my life into that of solitariness. It's what I deserve.

Mingi hated the way mina kept saying she deserved nothing but things as harsh as this.

Mingi : aren't I the one who's supposed to decide what you deserve?

Mina looked at mingi, keeping her tool down as she sat on the ground as well, deciding to halt her works for today.

Mina : what do you think I deserve, then.

Mingi : not this. Forcing yourself to live a life that you do not like isn't going to do anything for me, mina.

Mina : you're supposed to hate me.

Mingi : I do.

Mina : people who hate someone aren't supposed to say things like these, you know?

Mingi sighed, leaning back against the ground as he whispered

Mingi : I know.

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Mina took another sip of her soju, her cheeks already red from the amount of alcohol she had drank. But minji was long asleep and so was mingi, after a hard day of work. And it was 3am, mina couldn't sleep. She needed this desperately, especially after what mingi had told her.

She knew he had done him wrong, she knew she deserved no amount of care or love from him. But even then, she hadn't expected him to be so cool about using her for his own needs, without caring about her feelings. She knew she was being stupid, she had cheated on mingi after all without pausing to care about his feelings. But even then, it still hurt.

Mina flinched as she felt someone snatch the bottle of soju from her hand, making her frown as she looked up in annoyance.

Mingi : is this what you do now when you can't sleep?

Mina chuckled at mingi who was standing right in front of her, his eyes unclear.

Mina : you care now?

Mingi : there's a child in this house, mina. And I do not want her to see anyone this way at that age. So get yourself up-

Mingi cut himself off as mina stood up, her balance failing her as she stumbled on her step, she was drunk after all. But before she could fall, mingi held onto her, his arm wrapping around her waist securely.

Mingi : what the hell, mina.

Mina giggled, half drunk as she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered

Mina : you still feel so good.

Mingi : stop saying things like that.

Mina leaned closer to mingi, her breath fanning his lips as mingi tried not to flinch from the intensity of the feeling.

Mina : why, does it affect you, mingi?

Mingi : mina.

Mina : do you have any idea how much I regret what I did to you that night? Well, I thought my begging on my knees in front of you that night would've showed you things, but apparently not.

Mingi : you cheated on me, if anything you deserved that.

Mingi paused in shock as mina lowered herself to the ground suddenly, resting her head on the floor as she held onto mingi's legs, almost replicating the scene 2 years ago.

Mina : do I deserve this too? Will you even think of forgiving me for what I did if I do this?

Mingi : get up.

Mina shook her head, tears filling her eyes as the alcohol drained her of the ability to think straight

Mina : I'm sorry.

Mingi : mina. Mina, stop-

Mina : I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do any of that, I never meant to hurt you. You've always meant the most to me, mingi. And when you left me, it shattered me. I have no idea how I'm still even able to function-

Mingi tried kneeling down, trying to stop mina from doing all this. But she only shook her head again with a small whimper, continuing with her words

Mina : no. No, you need to know. You need to know that I've went through hell and back for what I did to you. You need to know that I cried myself to sleep every single day after you left. You need to know that none of what I did was because of you. You were perfect, you are perfect and there's no one else in this world I'd rather have had as my partner. You didn't deserve what I did to you-

Mingi : mina please, please stop.

Mingi felt tears fill his eyes from the sudden overflow of emotions, mina's head still turned away from him

Mina : it's all my fault. I should've been better, I should've known better.

Mingi : no. no, shh, mina stop.

Mina sobbed as mingi pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her upper body as she cried into his chest desperately. Mingi placed his hand against the back of her head, trying to stop her from crying as he whispered

Mingi : stop crying, stop doing all this to me mina.

Mina : I'm so sorry.

Mingi : I know, I know please.

Mina : I've never…never stopped loving you even for a single moment.

Mingi shut his eyes tightly, tears sliding down his cheeks as mina gripped his shirt tight in her hands and said

Mina : but you could never love me again, because you could never forgive me. I…I destroyed everything.

Mingi couldn't say anything to that, because he had no understanding as to what he felt towards the woman in front of him. And so mingi held onto a crying mina, holding her close to him in hopes that he could mend her broken heart. But it was of no use, not when she was being so stubborn.

All mingi could do was hope she wouldn't remember any of this when she woke up the next day.

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Spoiler alert : Mina did not, in fact, remember any of what she had said or done last night.

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2 weeks later :

Mingi : yah! How long are you going to take in that shower oh mina!

Mina : aish, I just got in mingi, let me be.

Mingi : I need to use it as well!

Mina : there are other bathrooms-

Mingi : I prefer this one.

Mina : don't be a brat, song mingi.

Mingi : BRAT-

Mingi paused as he felt someone tug at his pants, turning around as his eyes landed on minji who was smiling him with those eyes that he knew too well by now. Mingi chuckled and picked her up from the ground, booping minji's nose as he said

Mingi : does my princess want attention again?

Minji : yaya.

Mingi cooed at how adorable she was being, rocking her gently as he whispered

Mingi : do you wanna play with your toys then?

Minji nodded at mingi, making him giggle as he carried minji to her nursery here. Apparently it had been built since mina babysits a lot of children here, or so she had said to mingi. Mingi had no choice but to believe it.

It had been two weeks since he'd come here and mingi had begun to understand why mina liked this place so much. The people were amazing, and the food was even better. The pollution and noises were less and so were the headaches mingi would usually have from how fast his city life went. This place was a sanctuary for him. He knew he couldn't stay for long but even then, he never wanted to leave.

Mingi had also, gotten much closer to mina and so had she. They'd talk like friends would, although some topics were tactfully avoided by both parties. They'd drink together, watch movies together, work in the fields together and mina would show mingi around the place as well. It was amazing. And minji only made it all ten times better.

Mingi now placed minji on the floor, her quickly going over to her cupboards to find her Barbies. Except one of them was missing, and she was nagging at mingi to bring her that in her own way. So mingi went around the nursery, opening shelves mina had specifically asked him to stay away from. And just like that he opened a particular shelf at the back of the room, his eyes landing on the documents kept in it safely. And out of curiosity, he pulled one out, his eyes scanning through the details. But as soon as he saw what it was, he felt his eyes widen, his legs almost giving up on him. It was minji's birth certificate. Except the details were anything but what mingi expected to ever see.

Name : Song Minji

Mother : Oh Mina

Father : Song Mingi

The paper fell from mingi's now trembling hand, tears filling his eyes as realization dawned upon him. Mina had been pregnant when mingi left her, and that was probably the reason she ran away from Seoul without telling anyone, because of their daughter.

Mingi felt minji tug at his pants again, hugging it with her chubby arms as she whispered, looking up at him with eyes he was now sure she had gotten from mina

Minji : d…dada?

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Who is the Sexiest Fictional Podcast Character?

After a Round 2 which saw 28,069 votes on 32 polls, we are on to Round 3 of the tournament! This time we are finally bringing in characters from Welcome to Night Vale.

Round 1 Masterpost

Round 2 Masterpost

Round 3:

Scripted Bracket

Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359) vs The Witch Queen A.K.A. Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia)

Sir Caroline (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Alé (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel)

Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats)

Mabel Martin (Mabel) vs Oleta (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Everyone from the Strange Case of Starship Iris vs Static Man (Archive 81)

Mina Murray (Re: Dracula) vs Georgie Crusoe (Wooden Overcoats)

Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods) vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) vs Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359)

Unscripted Bracket

Glenn Close (Dungeons & Daddies) vs Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Chine (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks) and Nicky Close (Dungeons & Daddies) vs Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Suvirin “Suvi” Kedberiket (Worlds Beyond Number: The Wizard, The Witch, and the Wild One)

Tender Sky (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia)

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea) vs Ibex (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Ver'million “Millie” Blue (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance)

Adelaide Tristé (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron) vs Hella Varal (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Night Vale Bracket:

Cecil Gershwin Palmer vs Steve Carlsberg

Erika vs Francis Donaldson

Deb, a sentient patch of haze vs John Peters (you know, the farmer?)

The Glow Cloud (Sr.) vs Josh Crayton

Dana Cardinal vs Susan Wilman

Earl Harlan vs Dr. Sarah Sulton

City Council vs Amelia Anna Alfaro

Hiram McDaniels vs Joseph Fink

Dr. Carlos Dave Robles the Scientist vs Lee Marvin

Huntokar vs Nazr al-Mujaheed

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives In Your Home vs Eunomia the General

Michelle Nguyen vs Fey

Kevin vs The Man in the Tan Jacket

Maureen Johnson vs Kareem Nazari

Station Management vs Leonard Burton

Old Woman Josie/Josefina Ortiz vs Simone Rigadeau

#Round 3 #Mod Update #podcasts #Tumblr Bracket #Welcome to Night Vale #I was falling asleep when I wrote this. I'll catch it later.