#fish in rice field

[bukuoshin]

Ah. Uh-oh. Oopsie.

#rae rants #miiiiight have made it impossible to play animal crossing at night or on windy days (or both). we'll see. #... i know it's not registering the movement of the 216 wheat field furniture items on the south west of the map when im in the north east. #bc the azumaya gazebo is despawned when im not in that area-- which you can see in real time by walking back and forth from the neighborhoo #to the rice field lag warning sign. #so. it might be registering the movement of the crops behind the island cliffs. and thats what's crashing it. but its also craahing #if i try to open a storage shed outside. i thot the graveyard would be safe but. thats where the last crash was. seems like it has to do w #the flowers and crops but could also be the coconut tree orchard to the side of it? or the wheat field items by the malice cave? #like i said it could be the fact that its night or the fact that it's windy. or it could be that its a windy night in specific. #it could also be the fact it's a saturday or how many items im carrying or this and that. or maybe my switch is dusty or smth. idk #edit: THE LEAVES. the leaf pile items in the graveyard are effected by wind too! and the two wheat fields there. wheat field heavy build. #if you couldn't tell. but then. why is the game not crashing at the heavy lag areas? it's not crashing in the area with 100+ wheat fields or #in the doll forest. it cant just be that my house is in the doll forest right? #and they have more flowers and crops than the rest of the island. so whats the deal. #... maybe i should add that second human villager just to have a safe place to save in the neighborhood area. which is between the rice #field (very laggy) and the city center (not laggy but insects and river fish spawn here specifically)

[extinctionstories]

Two hundred years ago, the wetlands of Japan rustled with pink-tinged feathers. Tall, pale birds stepped carefully through reeds and iris, hunting small fish, crabs, and frogs. 

Nipponia nippon, it would be dubbed by the national ornithological society, a bird emblematic of its country. The Crested Ibis. The Toki. The Peach Flower Bird.

Marshes slowly changed to rice fields, with farmers who resented the toki for ruining crops; to kill the birds was outlawed, so children chased them from the fields, singing warnings.

The doors of the country were pried open. Laws changed. Farmers bought their first guns, their sights set on birds who were no longer protected. The toki, the red-crowned crane, and many others began to suffer. But the worst was yet to come.

Pesticides are indiscriminate killers. The poison sprayed to kill a beetle can travel up the foodchain, toppling a cascade of larger animals, or affecting their ability to reproduce. It was reckless pesticide use that nearly wiped out the Bald Eagle. In the rice fields, the peach-flower-bird had little chance. 

In 1981, Japan’s last five living toki were removed from a wild that had become too dangerous for them.

I tell a lot of sad stories here, about mistakes we’ve made and animals we’ve lost. This isn’t one of those. This is a story about one of those precious times when we were able to fix the things we’d broken. 

A joint effort between Japan & China, and the discovery of seven more birds in that country, led to a successful breeding program, which in 2008 saw the first ibises fly free again in Japan. Today, at least 5000 toki exist in the world.

The last wild-born toki, one of those captured in 1981, lived almost long enough to see her species’ return. Reaching the equivalent age of a centenarian human, she died in 2003—not of old age, but injury after throwing herself against her cage door. 

Her name was ‘Kin’. ‘Gold’. 

Mended things can never be as whole as they once were. There will always be cracks that show, weak spots that remain vulnerable. Yet, like the shining seams of a kintsugi piece, these scars speak an important truth: here is a thing that someone chose to save; handle with care.

The title of this painting is ‘Restoration’. It is gouache on 22x30 inch watercolor paper

#bird art #endangered species #extinct in the wild #toki #crested ibis #extinction stories #series: we try to fix what we’ve broken

[halfvalid]

kitten

ABOUT

alternate title: the pet name 'kitten' is gross when used by men but it's cute when a woman nami says it

rating: general audiences

characters: live action!nami | fem!reader | live action!roronoa zoro

pairing: live action!nami x fem!reader

word count: 4.4k

description: nami is aware you've got a crush on one of the straw hats, and she's determined to find out who—but she's completely oblivious to the fact that you actually like her.

tags: strawhat!reader, female reader, fluff, kissing, confessions, no use of “y/n”, pet name "kitten", banter, absolutely tooth rotting amounts of fluff, a little bit of (affectionate) zoro slander

author’s note: i interrupt your regularly scheduled zoro fic posts to provide you with a sapphic nami oneshot instead because she is my wife and i love her dearly.

zoro accidentally popped up a bit too much in this because he's always on my mind. my apologies <3

You’d always liked astronomy. The current-world navigation had nothing to do with the stars, really; at least not when it came to the Grand Line. Unnatural magnetic fields and the odd weather was reason enough for that—but celestial navigation wasn’t even often used in any of the four quadrants. Too finicky, people would say; you know the practice had stopped being in use in the Marines years ago. 

Nami knew it all, though. She was the only one of the Straw Hats who could read the stars, the sky spreading out as a map that only her eyes could read. 

Your interest in it had always been more… artistic. While Nami babbled on about angles and reference points and sextants, you liked to talk about the planets and heavenly bodies blanketing the sky. It was dusk, and the sun was kissing the horizon good night, dull hues of pink and orange spreading alongside the sea with a golden shimmer as it tucked safely away. 

You’d been lying out on the main deck for a good few hours, stretched like a cat along a hammock you’d strung up forever ago, when you heard footsteps. 

“There you are, kitten,” Nami said with a laugh, and you sat up to appraise her. The evening glow cast fire to her orange hair, a blazing halo surrounding her head and painting her skin over in gold dust. “I’ve been looking all over for you.” 

“Hi,” you said with a soft smile. “What for?” 

“Well, for one, you missed supper.” Nami gingerly took a seat on the side of your hammock, the canvas cloth rocking from side to side with the motion. “Avoiding your crush again?” 

You let out a sigh, half-exasperated as your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth. You nibbled at the flesh there, not responding. Nami had figured out a few weeks ago that you had a crush on one of the other Straw Hats, and she brought it up every so often, although all it did was cause a crease in your brow bone and a flicker of annoyance on your face. 

“What, am I not supposed to bring that up?” Nami teased. The light shone in her crystal blue eyes, clear like the sky during midday, not a cloud in sight. “You still haven’t told me who it is.” 

“Because you’ll pull something if I do!” you protested. “Don’t try to deny it, you conniving little witch.” 

Nami gasped in mock-offense, a hand plastered to her chest. “And destroy your dignity like that? I would never.” 

“I don’t trust you,” you answered, and Nami clicked her tongue. “What did Sanji make?” 

“Fish. Soup. Rice.” 

“You’re so undescriptive,” you said with a wrinkle of your nose. Nami just laughed. 

“Not everyone can be as artistic as you, kitten. Come on, everyone left the kitchen already. You don’t have to worry about running into your mystery man.” She winked at the last sentence, and your breath caught. Nami seemed to notice, because she laughed, stepping up from the hammock and grabbing your hand to help you off. “You’re hilarious.” 

“I didn’t say anything!” you protested. Nami just gave you a look, and you rolled your eyes, but let her drag you along the ship until you reached the kitchen. “You’re so mean to me,” you said, slumping into the nearest chair available. 

“Mhm. Here.” Nami started serving up a plate, loading it full of food before passing it over to you. It was quickly joined by a bowl of soup. “Eat. We’re docking tomorrow, so you should get your energy up. We’re going shopping.” 

“Shopping for what?” you asked, bringing the bowl of soup to your lips. Seaweed. “If you say rope and boat parts I’m going to scream.” As much as you liked the pirate life, there was only so much of the technicalities you could take. You weren’t very much a practical soul, lumped in very much with Luffy when it came to your general attitude of your job description. Pirating consisted of adventure and art, in your opinion. 

“Rope and boat parts,” Nami said with a straight face. She’d always been the exact opposite, all focused on maps and making sure everything was running smoothly. “Well, only partly. I’ve been sent to go clothes shopping too. And to pick up a few other supplies.” Her eyes sparkled. “You’re coming with me, right? Well, unless you want to join your…” 

“Shut up,” you said, making a face at her as you set your bowl down. Nami just laughed. 

“Just putting it out there, kitten. I’m sure you might be more interested in going with Usopp to talk to the stevedores. Or Zoro to the local tavern. Or Sanji for the—” 

“Nope, nope, and nope. I’m going with you,” you said firmly. There was a whisper of a smile at your lips, but Nami didn’t seem to notice it. “And I still don’t get why I’m a kitten.” 

“Because,” Nami answered, propping her elbows on the table as she gazed over at you. “I’m the cat burglar. You’re the kitten.”

“Why isn’t Luffy the kitten?” 

“Luffy’s the captain, and I don’t like him as much.” Nami straightened, starting to clean up around the kitchen and load the abandoned dishes from when everyone else had eaten into the sink. You smiled at that. “You don’t like him, do you? I feel like you could do so much better.” 

“My lips are sealed,” you answered. Nami gave you a sidelong look.

“That better not be a yes.” 

You just shrugged, raising the bowl of soup again and finishing the rest of it before turning to the rice and fish. “Let’s not talk about it. What about you? Any romantic prospects—” 

Nami turned so abruptly you almost choked while eating. “I just barely started learning how to make friends. Maybe we wait a few months before we get to that,” she said. You coughed, palm pressed to your lips as you cleared out your airways.

“Okay. Aggressive.”

Nami scowled. “That was not aggressive.” 

You pulled a face. “Kinda sounds like you have something to hide, Nami,” you teased, and although you didn’t actually expect her to react, she did. To your surprise, Nami turned away again, the very edges of her face pinkening. You stared at her, heartbeat slowing to a steady thud in your chest. There was a faint taste of panic at the back of your throat, slightly sour and acidic like blood or rust. “Um, what was that?” 

“What was what?” Nami asked evenly. Too evenly. You gaped at her back, organs wobbling precariously inside of your chest. 

“That—thing.” 

“Kitten, if you want me to understand what you’re talking about, you’re going to have to be a little clearer than that,” Nami said smoothly. “Now it’s getting dark. You should get to bed. Last chance to shove yourself with your crewmate of choice.” 

“I’m still going with you,” you said stubbornly, shoveling the last of your rice in your mouth before slipping off your chair. You moved around the table, setting your bowl and chopsticks into the sink. “You want me to do them?” you asked, nodding at the dirty dishes that’d piled up. Nami shook her head.

“Go sleep,” she said gently. “I’ll get you in the morning.” 

You watched her for a moment, lips twisting before you finally relented. “Night, Nami,” you said, and she turned away. You were safe there for a moment, admiring how the soft backlit glow from the windows etched shadows along her face. She really was beautiful, and your heart thudded fast in your chest. 

Nami was the strongest person you knew. The smartest person you knew. The Straw Hats wouldn’t be the same without her, and sometimes you found it funny how she seemed so convinced you had a crush on one of the other members of the crew when it was so obvious that she was your north star. 

Ah, well. She’d just have to keep on guessing. 

Nami woke you at the crack of dawn, where the hazy rays of the sun just started rising up from the sea shore. You’d traveled to shore while asleep, and everyone was already up and running. 

“Luffy left already,” Nami was saying, tying a bandana around her head as you gathered up the rest of the supplies you needed. “And we’ll probably spend the whole day out, so we can get lunch in the village.” She eyed you. “I packed breakfast. Come on.” 

You followed her off the ship, savoring the early morning wind along the harbor. The dock men were all already hard at work, milling around the dozens of boats with tools and equipment propped on their shoulders. “Where to first?” you asked. 

“Boat parts,” she said, casting you a sympathetic smile. “Some rope, extra sails, some other stuff. After that I’m thinking groceries—I put Sanji in charge of bulk stock this time, so just stuff like soap and necessities—and then clothes.” She grinned. “And some fun stuff.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you said. Nami did most of the talking, but you were content to watch her barter, leaning back on your heels as she argued with sellers and eventually left with a satisfied smirk on your face. She hired some of the dock men to carry the ropes and items to the Going Merry, looking her arm in yours and going off to your next stop. 

“You know, you’re basically stealing from them like this,” you told her, a smile evident in your voice. “Forty-five thousand berry to thirty thousand. That’s actually terrifying.” 

“I said take it or leave it and he took it.” Nami shrugged, but you could see a beam of pride shine through her face. “But enough of that. The market’s up ahead.” 

The entire village seemed to have been brought out, because true to Nami’s words, there was a fair going on. Stalls boasting all kinds of wares lined the streets, and you peeked through all of them, even at Nami’s urges to hurry up and focus only on your shopping list. She watched you with a soft smile on her lips, the expressions interlaced with ones of exasperation. 

“I should’ve just picked a random man and carted you off with him,” she said with a click of her tongue as you spent far too much time glancing through a stand of knick-knacks and jewelry. “Currently either Zoro or Sanji are my top contenders.” 

You barely suppressed a snort, fingers carefully combing through a bowl of baubles. There were various items inside, from earrings missing a sister to pins and little statuettes. “How come?” 

“Usopp has Kaya, so I would hope you don’t like him,” Nami said. You raised an eyebrow, glancing up to meet her gaze. 

“Kaya’s all the way back in Syrup Village, Nami. She can’t do anything, and who knows when we’ll return there?”

Nami gave you a horrified look. “Kitten, that’s a terrible thing to say.” 

You just laughed, dropping your gaze again and picking at the bowl. There was a dull gleam of something at the bottom; it wasn’t gold or brass like anything else there, and was instead a shining, milky white. You dug through the pile, trying to get to it. “You’re such a romantic.” 

“Does that mean it is Usopp?” 

“I do not confirm nor deny a thing,” you said, finally plucking out what had captured your attention. It was a necklace, the pendant a glittering star on a gold chain. “And I want reasoning.”  

“You’re not buying that,” Nami said, gaze flickering down to it before meeting your eyes again. “Zoro because he’s conventionally attractive and Sanji because he can cook.” 

You scoffed, studying the necklace. “Those are terrible reasons.” 

“I can’t think of any good ones,” Nami protested. “The only thing I can think of are reasons you wouldn’t like any of them. Because they’re all kind of losers and you could do much, much better.” She tilted her head imperceptibly upwards, and you saw a little glimmer in her eye, a reaction that bore uncanny similarity to the one she’d worn the day before. You swallowed, throat suddenly dry. 

“You think Zoro’s conventionally attractive?” You turned towards the stand seller, motioning at the necklace. “How much?”

“You’re not buying that,” Nami repeated, shooting you a look. “It’s a waste of perfectly good berry.” 

“It’s five hundred at most,” you scoffed, fishing a wad of bills out from your pocket. Nami sighed, but she didn’t argue. “Barely anything. Do you think Zoro’s conventionally attractive?”

Nami looked distracted. “Hm?” 

“You said Zoro was conventionally attractive,” you repeated, voice firmer this time. You tried to suppress the little tremble in your cadence as you passed the money to the seller. He counted it and gave you a firm nod. Carefully, you dropped the necklace in your pocket. “Do you think he is?” 

“Well—from an objective standpoint—” 

You pushed past the swarm of patrons milling around the stands, Nami having to quicken her pace to keep up with you. “Attraction isn’t objective.” 

“Kitten.” Nami grabbed your wrist, forcing you to slow down, and you flinched. She tugged you in the direction of another stand, probably something off her list. “Why do you care so much? Am I right? Is he the one you like?” 

You wiggled your wrist out of Nami’s grip. “I don’t care, I’m just curious. Because you’ve been blushing for the past half hour and you mentioned Zoro was conventionally attractive. And if you say he’s conventionally attractive that means you think he’s conventionally attractive. So assumedly you are blushing because of—” 

It clearly took Nami a moment to unscramble your honestly entirely nonsensical words. “Kitten, I’m trying to figure out whether or not you have a crush on Zoro. You’re not supposed to be trying to figure out if I do. And I have not been blushing.” 

You relented, but still couldn’t suppress the pout that threatened your mouth. Your teeth pressed against the flesh of your lower lip, running alongside the skin but not fully biting. “You said Zoro was conven—” 

“If I have to hear you say the words conventionally attractive one more time, I swear I will lock you in the hold,” Nami said sharply, and you had to choke back your laugh. “And the reason I said that is because every single time we go out, at least five people turn to stare at his stupid face. Do you not remember that time on Mirror Ball Island? We practically had to fight women off of him.”

“Okay, fine,” you said, a glimpse at her features seemed to support her words. She was as guarded as ever, and clearly irritated, though her vexation didn’t seem as bad as the annoyances she’d hold over the rest of the crew. They never did, really; Luffy always liked to say that you were Nami’s favorite. “I’m hungry. Can we eat?” 

“You didn’t answer my question.” 

“I neither confirm nor deny anything,” you repeated for what seemed like the thousandth time in the past week. “Restaurant. Please.” 

Nami didn’t look away from you, but relented, and the two of you went to the nearest restaurant to have lunch. You were mainly silent during the meal, replaying the conversation from before over and over again in your head. There was a buzz of uncertainty in the pit of your stomach, one that you entirely disliked. 

Before you’d been fine with keeping quiet about your crush—you never felt too threatened or upset, under the impression that your feelings wouldn’t be reciprocated and that Nami wouldn’t fall for anyone in the near future anyway. And you didn’t mind her guessing between your four male comrades to find the one who’d stolen your heart. 

But the reactions and the blushes were a development. And you were starting to think that Nami herself had a mystery beau. 

Nami talked about work during the meal, going down her grocery list and checking off the things she’d gotten. You watched her as she glared down at her notebook, pencil caught between two fingers as she scribbled down notes to herself. “You’re not eating,” you said gently. 

“Sorry. Distracted,” Nami answered. She shot you a smile, but it quickly fell as she turned back to her notebook. “What about Sanji?” 

You suppressed a sigh. “Are you still on about this?” 

“Yes,” Nami insisted. She finally shut her notebook, slipping it into the bag hanging off her waist and picking up her chopsticks to return to her soup noodles. “You’d never go hungry with him around, at least.” 

“I think you need to raise your standards. I already don’t go hungry with him around, I don’t need to date him for that.” 

Nami clicked her tongue, but it was good-natured. “You’re making this so hard for me.” 

“I don’t want to talk about myself anymore,” you insisted, setting down your chopsticks. You’d basically finished your bowl already; there were only the final remnants of broth and rice noodles at the bottom, the soup seasoning darker in color; more pungent. 

You fiddled with your hands, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in your stomach that persisted even as you thought back to what Nami had said about Zoro. Her reasoning had been sound enough, but you still felt vaguely sick, that bitter taste of sour iron at the back of your throat again. 

“Are you okay?” Nami’s eyes met yours, and you flinched away. “You’re acting weird.” 

“I’m fine,” you muttered. “I think I’m going to head back to the ship and take a nap. I’m kind of tired.” Before Nami could say anything, you got up, chair scraping along the restaurant floor. “See you later?” 

“What? Kitten, wait—” Nami called, but you just swallowed, glancing over your shoulder to shoot her an apologetic look. 

The Going Merry was a breath of fresh air as you stepped foot back onto her deck. There were some dockmen milling about, setting material along the deck as Usopp directed them as to where everything went. 

You brushed past them to veer towards your hammock, slipping onto it and kicking your legs up along the cloth without pause. Your eyes closed, and you let the sun melt down on your face, the tension in your chest easing as you embraced the beam of the sky. 

You stayed there for a while, knowing you were safe as Nami wouldn’t come find you until she’d finished with all her actual tasks. Although this was occasionally irritating if you were in real desire for attention, you appreciated the responsible side of her now. You didn’t have to confront her for a few hours yet, so you spent the time on your hammock, watching the clouds drifting in the sky and picking out the dull stars that shimmered as the sky got darker. 

It was just before suppertime when you remembered the necklace you’d bought. Stars were just beginning to materialize, dark blues and purples replacing the cerulean hues that previously blanketed the Earth. You fished the star necklace out of your pocket, peering at the pendant again. It was made of some sort of shimmering stone you didn’t recognize—perhaps opal—that made it glow like an actual star, iridescent when light hit it. 

“Hey, kitten.” 

You looked up, watching as Nami made her way across the ship deck to where you lay. She looked tired, but still bore a soft smile on her face as she met your gaze. “Hi,” you said, tucking the necklace back into your pocket. Behind her you could see the last of the hired work carrying barrels down to the hold. “Get everything done?” 

“Mhm,” Nami said. “Wanna talk about earlier?” 

“Not really,” you muttered, the sharp tang of rust dancing at the back of your tongue again. “Sorry about storming out. I felt unwell.” 

Nami studied you carefully, arms folding unconsciously over her chest. “I can stop bothering you about your crush, if you want,” she said finally, a gust of a sigh leaving her lips. “I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” 

“No, it’s okay,” you said, getting up and climbing your legs over the edge so you were sitting on the hammock. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable, Nami, I swear.” 

“You walked out in the middle of a meal, kitten,” Nami said, and you could hear her voice starting to get upset, even as she tried to level her tone. “Clearly I did. Was it because I kept trying to figure it out? Was I right with Zoro? What—”

“It’s not because of that,” you interrupted, trying to keep your voice gentle even as your chest squeezed inward. You were powerless to your muscles; to your heart as it did a pathetic little thump-thump thing inside of you. 

“Then why?” Nami leaned forward on her heels, and the setting sun caught her eyes, kaleidoscope blue glittering a thousand different shades like the opal of your necklace. “Just tell me, kitten. So I won’t do it again.” 

“It was because of you,” you mumbled, shying away from her gaze. Nami sighed. 

“Yes, we established that I did something to upset you already. I’m trying to find out what—”

“You called Zoro attractive and I was jealous,” you blurted, before you could even think to stop the words from falling out of your mouth. Nami froze, and you lifted your eyes up hesitantly to see her reaction. 

Her shoulders were all tense, face guarded, eyes blank from their usual expression. “Oh,” she said evenly. There was an ugly purse tightening at her lips, and she fought to keep them in an even line. “So it is Zoro, then. Thank you for telling me.”  

She turned away then, her movements abrupt as she started walking. A pulse of panic captured your heart, and you called desperately out to her, volume far too loud in the late hour. You didn’t find yourself caring. “I wasn’t jealous of you!” you cried, and Nami’s entire body went still. 

She turned back towards you, so slowly that you found yourself capturing your breath in your throat waiting for her. 

“I wasn’t jealous of you,” you repeated once her eyes met yours. “I was jealous of Zoro. Of you thinking he was attractive.” Your fingers fumbled together, trying to find something to occupy themselves with as you choked out the final sentence. “My mystery man is you, Nami. I like you.” 

It took a long while for Nami to respond, and the Going Merry rocked as you waited, a soft sway of delay and building panic. There was a shimmer of something in Nami’s eyes, and her lips tugged downwards. 

Her voice was hollow when she spoke. “What?” 

“I don’t like Zoro or Usopp or Sanji or Luffy, Nami,” you said, hands tightening around each other with every word spilt out from between your lips. “I like you. I like you when you call me kitten. I like you when you complain about me buying things but let me do it anyway. I like you even when you’re teasing me about my crush.” Your voice dropped to a low mumble. “And I was jealous because you thought Zoro was attractive.” 

“Oh, kitten,” Nami said, and you glanced up to see her right in front of you, bent over to meet your level sitting down. She reached for your hands, and you let her take them, exhaling as her tender grasp clasped around your palms.

“Nami,” you whispered, horrified to hear how wet your voice sounded. You blinked rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “Nami, you may be the ship’s navigator, but you’re my north star. I like you.” 

Kitten, I do not think Zoro is attractive,” Nami said, and you had to choke back startled laughter at that being what she was focusing on. “That is the least of your worries.” 

“But—you seemed so annoyed when you thought it was Zoro—don’t you like—” 

“You’ve got it all wrong,” Nami said, a soft laugh leaving her lips. They were trembling. Her entire body was trembling, even her hands as she cocooned yours in them. “I was annoyed because I thought you liked Zoro. Because—I like you too.” 

You swallowed, surprise forcing your jaw to fall slack as you met her gaze. “Really?” you whispered. Nami nodded; she coaxed soft circles into the skin of your hands, a supportive smile edging up her lips. 

“I really thought you liked someone else, kitten, I would’ve said something before if—” Nami let out another gentle laugh. “If I knew. It wasn’t until you told me about the crush did I realize. I got a little… too overprotective, and then… well, it wasn’t very platonic at that point.” She ducked her head, hiding her smile, but you slipped one of your hands out of her grasp to push it back up. “God, you’re too good for any of them.” 

“I don’t want to talk about how the rest of them suck,” you murmured. “I want to talk about how amazing you are. Oh—and—” You dug your hand in your pocket, pulling out the necklace. “This reminded me of you. I got it for you.” 

“Kitten,” Nami breathed, as you unclasped the necklace and carefully put it on her. It swung around her neck before you adjusted it, golden yellow bright against the white of her pale skin. The opal glittered, catching the moonlight that’d steadily glowed brighter from behind you. “Thank you. It’s still a waste of money though.” 

“Not for you,” you said, grabbing her hands to squeeze her fingers. “Never for you.” You took in a nervous breath, your chest tightening inside—but it wasn’t all bitter and sour, nothing like the taste of panic. 

Nami met you in the middle when you finally leaned up to kiss her, your hand slipping up the side of her face, fingers curling in her orange hair. She smiled when she kissed, soft and carefree for once, that serious facade she always took on melting away in the moment. She kissed softly; tenderly; like the moon shining gentle waves on the East Blue below or the sun in the hazy morning sky casting light across the world. 

There were footsteps approaching from behind Nami. You opened your eyes, tilting your gaze up to see Zoro staring down at you both. Nami broke apart from you, glancing over her shoulder. None of you said anything. 

“Okay,” Zoro decided, and then walked off. You barely managed to stifle your giggles until he was out of earshot. 

“God, he’s such a loser,” Nami said, and then kissed you again. 

© halfvalid 2023

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[blackopals-world]

What Nurseries would the fem!AU(Yuus) build

(Look I have baby fever and I'm tired of fighting it)

Vet!FemYuu

Stuffed animals everywhere

Doesn't care if it's a boy or girl they aren't changing it.

Every book will be animal fables

Is praying for the baby to be a beastman but just wants a healthy baby.

Got a bunch of teething toys just in case the kid has their milk teeth come early.

Rainforest noise machine

Once the baby is a few months they are going everywhere in a sling.

The baby will meet all of Yuu's patients and will be constantly covered in fur and feathers.

If the baby becomes interested in fish like their aunt Yuu will cry. She won't let her win!

Marine Biologist!FemYuu

A bit chaotic in decoration

Let's Azul decorate it the first time and cried because it was beige like those weird rich people who only care about aesthetic but have no real sense of style. Like, no color? Babies need color!

Yuu cries while explaining (it's the hormones)

She hates beige

Azul wouldn't argue with a pregnant woman

She wants sushi but doesn't know if she can have it if the baby is half mer.

They installed a tank in the room just encase the baby is a mer

The tweels are banned from holding the baby until the kid can sit up on their own.

Took the baby to swim classes to awaken their natural instincts to swim like all babies even especially fishy babies.

Chef!femYuu

Red and gold for good luck and prosperity.

Pandas for peace and protection.

She wanted everything to be traditional but knows how demanding it will be.

No hot foods, no crab, no lamb, mutton, no sushi, no soft cheese, no soft serve ice cream.

She's dying.

After the baby is born a feast of pig trotters, eggs, cakes, chicken and gelatinous rice is served. She will dye the eggs red.

The baby will get an anti-usog bracelet at birth

She is superstitious so no one will see the baby's clothes before birth.

Noble!FemYuu

Too much? Yeah.

Unfortunately, she insisted due to family tradition. Every child must use this crib first.

The baby has a different crib in every room so it doesn't matter.

Everyone needs to know how precious this baby is. The need to see this crib from space.

More silk! More pillows! More toys! More!More! More!

This baby will have like five names.

This baby will be lorded over the masses as the perfect example of a baby.

Portraits will be painted of this baby that will one day be hung in great halls and later art galleries.

Yuu is way too excited and honestly, even the baby is fed up.

She trying her best.

Special Forces!femYuu

We all know who the father is.

Yep, Rook designed this room

Doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl either.

Yuu was way too tired to stop him and she didn't even try to stop him.

Rook really wants a girl and will try again if it doesn't happen. (he was going to try again anyways)

You'd think he was giving birth with the effort he put in.

Yuu would make him do it if she could. But alas.

The couple was using their pet bunnies as pseudo babies while prepping for the pregnancy. They bunnies weren't happy except for one.

Pistolet the weirdo. Rook's favorite and the dumb one. He was also the future baby's best friend.

Yuu is an iron woman honestly, she shows no pregnancy symptoms while Rook has sympathy pregnancy symptoms.

They eat shaved ice and watch war movies together. Couple goals.

Gardener!FemYuu

A little English cottage nursery

Very whimsical

The baby isn't actually going to use a crib until they are whined because Yuu insisted on co-sleeping despite what the doctor said.(don't do this)

Yuu wanted to deliver the same way as her mother and her mother's mother. In field, by themselves, while harvesting the crops. Have that sucker out in an hour, swaddle it, and back to work.

That didn't happen. They went to a hospital and iron woman over here was put on extended bed rest after giving birth to a big ass baby. Beautiful too.

(???)!Fem?Yuu

They can have kids??

By who?

How?

I mean it's nice but I'm still confused?

Good for them?

You sure that baby isn't a cryptid? That thing has a lot of hair. Looks like that girl from "The Ring". That's alot of hair.

Well, good luck with your hairy baby.

#vet!yuu #marine biologist!yuu #chef!yuu #special forces!yuu #noble!yuu #(???)!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #rook hunt x reader #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt #twst rook #twisted wonderland azul ashengrotto x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #twisted wonderland azul #azul ashengrotto #tweels #jade leech #floyd leech #twisted wonderland leona #twst leona #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #gardener!yuu

[ataraxiaspainting]

Where Did The Years Go?

Yan Scaramouche x GN Reader.

Synopsis: You said you understood him. So why do you plan to leave him too?

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, Scara is in his Kabukimono era, thoughts of murdering the Reader, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 800.

*~*~*~*

Dendrobium could only grow in areas where Celestia is blind. Kabukimono knew that, almost more than he knew anything else. The Dendrobium blooming next to a grave long since abandoned, much like the rest of this island, has no one to watch over it, no one aside from you and him. The seven red flowers sprouting in the tomb were unloved by this world, much like Kabukimono once used to be before he found a home within you, his beloved. 

The flower had many names, unlike the unmarked, broken stone that hid some sort of rotting human beneath the soil. The Flower of Poison because of the stamens which are indeed poisonous to mortals unlike himself, intended to keep pests like mice away from the inner parts. The Flower of Death was another ominous title since the flowers are said to bloom only when an Inazuman is said to cross over to the other side after passing on, be it from old age, disease, or some slow and painful death they either did or did not deserve. Sometimes, when you are feeling guilty enough, you visit this grave too, and sit down to meditate, contemplating what your mother is doing in the afterlife if it even existed. Perhaps this was why you were given a Vision, the shade of that of the tea you often brewed for both Kabikumono and yourself, a bright green color that dared not dwindle. The Flower of The Other Shore is also a common label for Dendrobium because when a soul passes the river they are said to be greeted by a field of them. Kabukimono ponders for a moment, leaning down to pick out a petal, playing with it between his thumb and pointer finger, stopping when he hears you call out his name, followed by the slightly loud note of a bell. He leans back down and buries the petal within the soil of the grave, bowing before hurrying off in the direction of your home.

Today’s dinner is a combination of what you both managed to gather. Kabukimono gathered the fish and seaweed, while you cooked the rice from the small field outside your home, along with some Lavender Melon. Your meals are often like this, Kabukimono found out a few days into him becoming a resident here for the time being, that what you ate depended heavily on the weather and the harvest. He promises himself that one day he will treat you to a meal and life so grand that you will never go back to foraging all day to just be barely given enough to scrape by. 

Seven months have passed since he first arrived here, according to you. He hopes that this life will continue to get better and that he will be able to give you the life you deserve.

“Kabukimono,” The saying of your name is unusually deflated like it has been the past week or so. “I… have to tell you something, alright?”

“Absolutely! Tell me anything, anything at all.”

What comes out of your mouth is not what he wanted to hear at all. “I… I’m leaving Yashiori Island.”

“...Huh?” He looks down at the small bowls that are in the center of the two of you. His side, as usual, has more food than yours, because you keep saying you cannot bear to see him go hungry. “Why?”

“There is not enough food. Not enough… anything. The thunderstorms are getting much worse too… I can’t live here anymore.”

You think this is the first time you have been scared of Kabukimono, because that new expression he is wearing is utterly terrifying.

“I… I’m sorry, Kabukimono. I’m… leaving for Inazuma City soon.”

He smiles, and in the blink of an eye, he is standing up and then your foreheads are touching, his hands grabbing your shoulders so tightly you could feel them almost dislocate. 

“No, you’re not, because that’s awfully selfish of you! My [First] would never do such a thing, right? They wouldn’t leave me alone to starve and cry and be covered in filth.”

Being aware that you are unaware of his non-human nature, yet acknowledging your uncontainable empathy, makes employing this strategy even simpler. It works every time you want to leave.

“Here, you can have my portion for tonight, alright? Just… Just don’t leave me. Please?” After a moment of silence, along with the tears that trickle down your cheeks, he knows he has one, at least for now. “Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me, [First].”

When you don’t answer again, looking to the side, to the bag of your essentials, Kabukimono wonders if that grave would have enough room for two and not just one.

But he dismisses it because surely, you’ll be with him forever, right?

#aya abstractions #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere scaramouche #yandere scaramouche x reader #yandere kabukimono #yandere kabukimono x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader #yandere wanderer #yandere kunikuzushi #yandere kunikuzushi x reader #yandere wanderer x reader #kabukimono x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin imagines

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Ozzie back here again to add to the idea of how much König needs to eat a day, here are a few suggestions that I can imagine he does to make his great need for food easier to handle (this is based on my own experience and the experiences of the other people at my gym and old veterans at my favourite pub so do not use this for in real life as this is just to help imagine how König eats and lives)

So, from what I know from the veteran I have made friends with, when he was in the military, they had a focus on foods that provided them with a great amount of energy, protein, iron, zinc, and vitamins C and D as it was the nutrients that they tended to run out of the most but it also the ones with some of the greater consequences with diseases that can make them weak and cause their immune system to be weak. Soldiers also eat a lot of protein as it is believed to help them grow their muscles more quickly. This makes me believe that König would focus on foods that provide him with a lot of nutrients but mainly protein to grow his muscles but not too much protein as he does not want to get sick and to build the balanced diet needed for his lifestyle

Some great food options for him would be many vegetables and fruits but for protein, I would suggest things such as eggs, poultry, beans, lentils, fish, nuts, chickpeas, yoghurts, and cheeses, I tend not to suggest red meats unless they are very lean due to the amount of fat in them and not being fond of the texture but I imagine König to enjoy them so if you were to make him food I would include things such as those along with some form of starch/carbohydrate by giving him some pasta, rice, bread, or potatoes which can help fill him up faster without him overeating and if they are reheated they will get resistant starch

I imagine König lives in the Alps so that he can be away from people and enjoy nature but I also imagine him earning a lot of money due to his job, putting his money into stocks/businesses, some dodgy dealings, and saving it up as he had no reason to spend most of it which means he could buy a lot of land. With this large amount of land, I imagine him using it to have his own giant garden with some animals, as it means he has to deal with fewer people to get what he needs. The garden would probably be made up of an orchard with trees of his favourite fruits but it would mainly be patches of vegetables and fruits while for his animals it would make sense for him to have chickens as he probably needs a lot (and I mean a lot) of eggs so having chickens make it a lot easier

If he can not grow it on his own land, he would probably hunt or forage it, which means that he can get his energy and murderous tendencies out that would normally be taken out on the field while still getting some food out of it (but it sadly makes him more hungry). But if it is a certain food like milk or cheeses or yoghurts he will most likely just go down to the local markets in the nearby towns and villages so he can get fresh items from people he trusts

Now we know some information about where he gets the food from we need to know where you would be cooking and keeping it. An appropriate and smart option would be to have a walk-in freezer in his basement that he can use to store the great amount of meats he has that has a wine/alcohol storage opposite it. While the kitchen would probably be massive and fully decked out with anything you need to be able to cook and two or three double-door fridges that are filled with any item that needs to stay chilled in it, although the cabinets are mostly up too high for anyone to reach without a stool unless you are König but they are filled to the brim with sweets as the giant has a sweet tooth to match his size or the weird collection of novelty cups he has collected from places he has went on missions too or beer glasses from different bars or pubs

If you were to cook food for him batch cooking (so you do not keep having to cook again and again) would be the best option with foods that are traditional to Austria or hearty foods like stews that can be cooked in large amounts with lots amounts of meats and vegetables (I can give a whole list of foods I recommend or I think he would like if you want them)

As you can tell I have too many ideas about this and I have way more because this has inspired me, and thank you for reading this long rant that probably does not make any sense

I love this so much 😭 The sweet tooth headcanon, his collection of beer glasses and such, him living in the Alps and hunting some of that precious protein... This screams Cabin/Off the grid König to me, I would make a cute garden for him to get those veggies stocked and stashed to some root cellar like this:

And then I'd probably spend the rest of my time here, cooking those hearty stews for him:

#feeding König #könig headcanons #I'm utterly shameless about wanting to take care of this man's EVERY need #long post #tw: long post

[mutant-distraction]

The Brown Fish Owl 🦉

Native to regions spanning from Turkey to South and Southeast Asia, the Brown Fish Owl is a fascinating bird species.

These owls typically inhabit forests and woodlands that border streams, lakes, or rice fields. They are commonly found in lowland areas, ranging from open woodlands to dense forests, as well as in plantations. In the Himalayan foothills, they can be found in submontane forests up to approximately 1,500 meters (4,900 feet) above sea level. During the day, they often seek refuge in stands of bamboo or other large shady trees. Additionally, they are frequently spotted around water reservoirs, along canals, on the outskirts of villages, and along sea coasts.

Captured beautifully by @dhammika_p 📸

[ellieslaces]

CAN’T CATCH ME NOW. the districts

once the United Sates crumbled into nothing and the Umbrella Corporation began to run the country, the land was divided into twelve districts. each with a divine purpose to serve its Capitol. these are the districts.

DISTRICT ONE;

luxury , career district | population; 24,315 | tessarae; 1,693 | notable victors; The Redfield Siblings

Chris Redfield’s Games; Chris Redfield was Reaped at nineteen years old for the 92nd Hunger Games. he won by using his brawn and brute strength. his games took place in a rocky terrain and was concluded in one week when he brutally beat the last tribute by throwing their half living body toward a pack of Mutts to save himself.

Claire Redfield’s Games; Claire Redfield was Reaped at fifteen years old for the 94th Hunger Games. while her brother won his games a mere two years earlier with his brute strength, Claire won hers with her smarts. her games took place in a forest and was concluded after three weeks when she was thrown into a fight to the death and managed to outsmart the three remaining tributes with her surroundings.

DISTRICT TWO;

masonry , weapons , peacekeepers , career district | population; 231,354 | tessarae; 1,937 | notable victors; Jill Valentine

Jill Valentine’s Games; Jill Valentine was Reaped at eighteen for the 91st Hunger Games. she won while using a mixture of her brains and her strength. her games took place in an abandoned school ground, coming to a conclusion after two weeks. she won by a fight with a boy from district seven almost lost when he slipped and fell, hitting his head on a rock.

DISTRICT THREE;

technology , career district | population; 195,329 | tessarae; 62,991 | notable victors; Ada Wong

Ada Wong’s Games; Ada Wong was Reaped at seventeen for the 89th Hunger Games. she won using her stealth abilities. her games took place an a large sprawling deserted castle. her games came to a conclusion after a mere six days when she waited out most of the tributes falling victim to the various traps in the castle.

DISTRICT FOUR;

fishing , career district | population; 111,453 | tessarae; 2,881 | notable victors; Ashley Graham

Ashley Graham’s Games; Ashley Graham was Reaped at eighteen for the 97th Hunger Games, making her the most recent Victor. her games took place in an abandoned mall from the old world. her games lasted a long four weeks, leading to a final brawl at the cornucopia, leaving her barely alive.

DISTRICT FIVE;

power | population; 134,345 | tessarae; 26,357 | notable victors; Rebecca Chambers

Rebecca Chambers’ Games; Rebecca Chambers was Reaped at sixteen for the 95th Hunger Games. her games took place in abandoned hospital which she used to her advantage with her incredible skills in medical care. she managed to keep herself alive from the Mutts that had a viral illness for three and a half weeks before being the last tribute alive thanks to her exceptional medical skills.

DISTRICT SIX;

transportation | population; 784,453 | tessarae; 68,366 | notable victors; Carlos Olivera

Carlos Olivera’s Games; Carlos Olivera was Reaped at nineteen for the 93rd Hunger Games. his games took place in an abandoned train station, he used his strength and knowledge with the Capitol train system to fashion working electrical mines that electrified anyone or anything that came within his established territory. his games lasted a week and a half as each tribute feel for his traps.

DISTRICT SEVEN;

lumber | population; 26,354 | tessarae; 63,125 | notable victors; Sheva Alomar

Sheva Almoar’s Games; Sheva Alomar was Reaped at seventeen for the 90th Hunger Games. her games took place in an expanse of rice fields, leaving little room for stealth or shelter. she won her games in two weeks by using the muddy waters and rice stalks to her advantage to craft a system to trap each tribute so they would fall victim to the electric eel Mutts in the waters.

DISTRICT EIGHT;

textiles | population; 122,134 | tessarae; 69,892 | notable victors; Sherry Birkin

Sherry Birkin’s Games; Sherry Birkin was Reaped at a mere thirteen for the 88th Hunger Games, making her the youngest Victor in history. her success is mostly credited to her mentor, Jake Muller who pulled many strings to get her sponsors. her games lasted four and a half weeks in a chemical lab where she used the chemicals to her advantage to protect herself from every other tribute.

DISTRICT NINE;

grain | population; 15,346 | tessarae; 70,532 | notable victors; Ethan and Mia Winters

Ethan Winters’ Games; Ethan Winters was Reaped sixteen for the 85th Hunger Games. his games took place in a village of hostile Mutts disguised as people. his games were concluded in a startling two weeks as he fought off each Mutt and used the other tributes as bait.

Mia Winters’ Games; Mia Winters was Reaped at eighteen for the 87th Hunger Games. there is much controversy surrounding her games as once she was crowned Victor, a few months later it was revealed she and her mentor Ethan were in a relationship. her games took place in a winding maze that slowly became narrower each day. her games ended in five days as she managed to get to the center before any other tribute.

DISTRICT TEN;

livestock | population; 19,234 | tessarae; 291,963 | notable victors; Luis Serra

Luis Serra’s Games; Luis Serra was Reaped at nineteen for the 96th Hunger Games. his games took place in a dark cave system filled with Mutts in the form of huge poisonous bugs. he won his games in two and a half weeks by finding a tunnel underneath the caves and leading the bugs to the other tributes.

DISTRICT ELEVEN;

agriculture | population; 138,546 | tessarae; 822,568 | notable victors; The Baker Siblings

Lucas Baker’s Games; Lucas Baker was Reaped at seventeen for the 86th Hunger Games. his games took place in a large mansion where different rooms at random were filled with different horrors and Mutts. he won his games in ten days by hiding out in one of the rooms while the rest of the tributes were taken out one by one by each Mutt. it is said that since his games he hasn’t not been stable.

Zoe Baker’s Games; Zoe Baker was Reaped at fourteen for the 84th Hunger Games. her games took place on top of a mountain where the cornucopia rested at the top. she won her games in twelve days by camping in the cornucopia while each tribute tried to climb back up the mountain but failed.

DISTRICT TWELVE;

coal , mining | population; 10,800 | tessarae; 862,568 | known victors; Jack Krauser

Jack Krauser’s Games; Jack Krauser was Reaped at eighteen for the 79th Hunger Games. his games took place in a jungle where he was chased by Mutts almost the entire time of his games. he won by having to kill the girl from his own district because she was torn half to death by Mutts. he was only the third ever Victor from district twelve.

how you can help Palestine! 🇵🇸

disclaimer; some of the arena’s are not my own ideas. I got some of the ideas from Reddit because it’s kinda hard coming up with 12 different arenas with 12 different endings :)

felt the need to do some lore! I don’t want to have to write each mentor’s games in the actual story, so here we go! <3

#can’t catch me now. #can’t catch me now #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy headcanons #leon s kennedy #re2 leon #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #hunger games #the hunger games #hunger games au #resident evil

[togegiri]

✎ᝰ ❛ HOW TO LEAD A SIMPLE LIFE GUIDE BY A RANDOM PERSON IN THE EDO PERIOD ❜ — dazai osamu.

ੈ✩‧₊˚ featuring. samurai dazai osamu x farmer gn reader.

.ೃ࿐ WARNINGS ! gender neutral reader. you/your and they/they pronouns is used. Petnames is used (my angel). — not proofread ( 900 words. )

content. You lead a simple life in a simple village. Tending the wet fields, going on fishing on sometimes to earn a living. That is until you see a wandering samurai faint middle of the day that your life became not so simple.

A simple life is what you have always had in this time of edo. Going to the paddies and working out in the sun. Selling and making any kind of living you can earn enough so that you can live another day. Although in the middle of the day as you were about to take lunch after working all day in the fields there you saw a man. Brunette hair was everywhere, face planted in the dirt, whole body not moving. 

You worriedly walked up to him shaking his body, “s- sir? sir? Are you alright?” you try to wake him up and ask if everything was fine and yet he did not do a single move. Then, there you noticed the katana that was put on the side of his hip. ‘A samurai?’ you thought but then looked at him, ‘but he doesn't wear samurai's armor… perhaps a wandering samurai?’ you looked at him worriedly sighing. 'Still it's bad to be someone laying on the ground in this heat.’ you say looking up at the sky feeling the great heat of the sun. 

Thus the reason why you slowly took his hand and carried his unconscious body to your simple home. Putting him in your futon and begin to prepare water to wash off any dirt placed on his face. Seeing his face you sigh worriedly, putting your hand on his forehead checking his temperature. “Are you even okay—” before you could even utter any word you were cut off by the said unconscious man a few minutes ago gripping your wrist glaring at you. His guard fully up as your eyes widened, smiling, “you're okay! thank god, I thought you weren't well, maybe I should call the doctor, are you okay?” 

He looked at you eyes widen as his eyes soften, “oh~ my angel, the light to my darkness! thank you for saving me from my death's door, thank you I feel grateful,” he says in an over exaggerated tone as he takes your rough hands due from the work you have on the fields with his other rougher hands from the battles he has faced. “Uhmmm… do you need a doctor?” you asked him. Completely baffles at his audacity to intertwine your hands together after he just passed out for a few minutes under the raging sun. Is he okay? 

He shakes his head, “no my belladonna, I only need your gentle hands on me and I shall be healed from any injury,” you sigh at him. What an eccentric samurai. This must be one of those flirty and cheating samurai's your neighbors said to watch out for. Nevertheless you still welcome him in, “okay, then are you hungry? Although I might not provide much—” 

“Nonsense my angel! just seeing you—” he was cut off by his stomach rumbling you sigh, “I'll go get some rice,” he grins at you, his eyes sparkling. Though as you were getting up from sitting you looked at him, “ah wait, what's your name?” you asked him tilting your head as he smiled at you, “dazai osamu but I don't mind going by as the love of your life,” he smirked proudly at this as you make a face at him. 

“Then dazai-san, I'll get going for now, rest your body must be tired. I'll call the doctor in a few minutes please wait a minute,” You say as you get your feet working to get something to him. The brunette haired man smiling and looking at your every move.  

You fed him some rice and fish since that was the only thing that was available at your disposal. Then went to the village doctor to check on his health. Once the doctor said he was okay and only just had a mild heat stroke during the afternoon. Which made you sigh in relief. 

“See my angel I'm okay,” you smiled at his words. Maybe he was getting on you, “well if you say so, I'll continue work for now please rest. I don't want anyone fainting in the middle of the day,” with that you began your usual work on the fields. You thought that maybe after a day of resting at your place. The random wandering samurai would leave but he seems to be…following you. 

You looked at him weirdly as you stopped walking as he too stopped walking behind you. “Dazai-san?” he cocked his head to the side as you looked at him weirdly. “Uhmm… why are you following me?” he smiles at you, “why not?”

“Aren't you gonna go away?” 

He gasps, “my angel are you saying you don't love me?!” you panicked at this, your whole body flinching as you tried to make up something, any word out of your lips, “h- hey! wait- no that's not what I meant!” dazai giggles as he pats your head. 

“I'm only teasing you,” you pouted glaring at the brunette haired man, “that’s unfair and mean,” he chuckles at this.

“I can't help it my little angel,” 

“I'm no angel dazai-san,”

“Well you are to me,"

You sigh, feeling defeat, “I'll go continue my work,” his eyes perked up as he smiles similar to a Cheshire cat, “I want to help too!” 

“Dazai-san you don't even know how to farm,” you rebutted as he pouts, “I can learn!”

“no,” 

“yes!”

"no,"

"I wanna help!"

"still no"

"pleaaaaaseee?"

You sigh seeing how persistent this random samurai saved him. Maybe you shouldn't have saved him after all, “fine.”

You have a feeling that this is gonna be a long day. 

#˃ᴗ˂ . . . signed by; ren #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #bsd fluff #bsd x reader #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs fluff #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x you #dazai x reader fluff #osamu dazai x reader #dazai x reader #dazai x you #dazai x y/n #osamu dazai x reader fluff

[sweetly-yours-and-mine]

Summary:  A curling up using B’s legs as a chair seat

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!Reader

Warnings: smutty but no smut, probably too long and rambly, idiots in love but one of them is emotionally constipated and the other loves them unconditionally

Word Count: 2.0k

Javier grins when he sees you in the kitchen, murmurs some sweet pet name that always makes your face go all hot no matter how much he says it. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Javi, you’re all sweaty,” you protest against him, stirring something on the stove and tapping the wooden spoon against the side of the pan before setting it aside. 

There’s the sizzle and pop of hot oil, to him, it sounds like life. The fume hood fan is on, your forehead is a little dewy with sweat. 

Sometimes he thinks you’re only a mirage, that he’s drunk himself into a coma and he’s being tempted with what he could have had if he was better. You do have a larger-than-life quality around you that he can’t ignore. Light sometimes reflects off you in ways that it shouldn’t, in ways that don’t make sense.

If you are a mirage, he’s not letting you go. He presses his face into the crook of your neck and unashamedly smells you, the raw smell of skin and your shampoo and cilantro. 

There’s a leaf of it on your skin and with a chuckle he takes it off and puts it in his mouth, chewing on it lazily for a moment before he bites your neck and makes you protest again, “Ay, Javi!” You push him away, “You’re hot!” 

With a sigh he lets go of you, lets his fingers linger against your waist and trail up the curve of your spine until he reaches the spot he bit. He soothes it over, “Sorry.” 

“Don’t you wanna wash up?” your voice is softer now, his touch telling you something he doesn’t know himself. “Food’ll be ready soon, I made your father’s favourite, so you’d better be quick if you want anything to last for you.” 

He supposes he should go get clean and stay out of your way. 

Javier likes having you to come home to you. He likes that you don’t mind that your…something still lives with his father, that he polishes off glasses of whiskey as if they were tap water. He likes coming home from the fields, his shirt sticking to him with sweat and taking the back door into the kitchen to see you, to be faced with the hazy smell of rice and spices. 

He likes that you usually arrive at Chucho’s place late afternoon with a basket of groceries in your hands that you use to make them dinner. That you keep the fridge well-stocked and the freezer filled with ice cream. 

He likes seeing you in the kitchen he grew up in, the kitchen his own mother used to cook in and had become a graveyard of sorts since her death, the most of the meals his father would make coming out of a can or a microwave. 

Now, you use fresh and colourful produce, fresh meat and fish and cook up a storm each evening, leaving them ample enough for lunch the next day. Now, you leave a bowl of fruit almost overflowing with fresh oranges that you squeeze for them and bring out on the porch as a silent suggestion instead of Javier’s whiskey each night. 

He likes that you sometimes stay the night as well, and you let him take you to his bed and have sex with you although the Texas heat is anything if relentless, no matter that the sun has hidden itself away for the night. 

He’s not blind. He sees the way the town talks about you, hears it himself when he manages to venture that far, sees the lingering glances on his back, the sudden dip in the conversation when he comes in. 

He imagines it’s worse for you. 

They think you’re wasting your time on him. A cook and a maid that doesn’t get paid. 

It’s a harsh assessment of you, but he knows what it looks like from the outside, and he supposes they aren’t wrong about that. 

And he wants to, he’s tried, over and over again to talk some sense into you. At least hint at it in what he hopes is a subliminal way. But you always cotton on to him quick. You’ve grown up with him, of course he’s a tree standing in an open field to you, the words he’s left unsaid lingering under the surface like seam stitching that you run your finger over with a sharp, assessing eye. 

For now, he tries to content himself with what he’s found with you ever since he’s returned from Cali and you showed up at his porch late one evening and Javier pushed you up against the house and kissed you, trailed his hand into your shorts and made you come for the entire darkness to see, as if it were an act of rebellion. You’ve fallen the both of you into a strange pas-de-deux whose music the neither of you know when is going to stop and, for him at least, hopes that it never does. 

Tries to content himself with what he manages to give you and what you’re giving back to him tenfold and trying to ignore that the seagulls of Laredo seem to think he’s getting more out of this than you are. 

He supposes, on a surface level he is. 

But when he comes back in, freed from the clutch of magnifying glass of a sun that hangs high in the sky and sizzles the skin of his neck until it’s a golden brown, and he sees you standing at the stove, sees the meals you cooked up for him and his father in the matching serving dishes, the table set, a pitcher of orange juice in the fridge and portions already set aside for lunch, he finds that you tug at something inside of him that was bleeding long and hard during all his time he spent running and gunning in Colombia. 

He finds that when he’s faced with the thought of losing you, he doesn’t think of the sex or the food or the fruit you patiently wash and peel the stickers off of. A visceral reaction is ripped out of him instead, his lungs tied together, his heart ripped out of his chest and buried, beating, beside his mother’s grave, the ground moving in time with each lub-dup, lub-dup. 

He finds he can actually go back to the canned beans and the whiskey and his father’s disapproving glare. As long as you stayed in his life and let him take you sometimes to go and see late-night showings of old black-and-white movies at the cinema where it’s just you two and Javier’s free to kiss you as much as he likes. 

All Javier wants to know, that this is your choice. He’s not sure he’ll ever come to truly understand why you do it, but he’s depraved and starving enough to keep you so long as you want to stay yourself. 

His hair already dried, his stomach full, he finds himself lost in thought again, sitting on the porch where this had all started in the first place. 

You were wearing a dress tonight. Some light, airy thing, made out of cotton. Javier thinks you look gorgeous in it, but he always thinks that of everything you wear and you’ve stopped believing him when he tells it to you so now he has to spend each one carefully, pick and choose in hopes of making you see what he sees. 

He wants to selfishly ask you to have sex with him today. He misses the way your skin springs and folds against his touch, the humidity that lies wet on it and makes it easier to grip at your body. 

He wants to lick off the sweat that will grow on your chest, to bite down into your harsh skin just before he draws blood so he can revel in the life of you. 

He decides he’ll only ask it of you if you ask it of him first. 

The front door creaks open and shut, the soft pad of your footsteps follow. 

You run your hand down the side of his head and lift your chin to meet your eyes. Javier thinks you’re about to say something soul-altering from the darkness that lays in your gaze but you only say, “Scooch.” 

With a few short adjustments, you’re in his lap now, your knees to your chest, his arms wrapped around you. When you press your head against his chest and underneath his chin, your hair rubs against his skin. 

There’s his father’s chair that you could have taken instead, but he’s happy you chose his body. 

“Thanks for dinner,” he says quietly. If he squints, he thinks he can see the words hang in front of him like moths, see them fly over to the light above the door and flutter nervously around it.

“Don’t mention it.” 

His hands drift over your body, trail over your thighs and chest and rest at your waist. He tilts your head so he can press his mouth against your neck and kiss your skin. He wants to inhale you like a cigarette. There’s a strange desire that sits in his lower belly that spreads over to his chest and arms. 

“You look really pretty in this dress.” 

From the way you stiffen and relax again it’s clear you don’t believe him and want to call him on his supposed lies. “Thanks.” 

He keeps touching you, running up the side of your waist and cupping your jaw. Javier wants to bite you again but he’s not sure if you’d like that, not after what he did in the kitchen. He holds back a groan as he thinks of you in his bed, of the sheen of sex and lust that will lay on your skin after he’s done with you. 

With a hard press of his eyelids, he pushes the thoughts away from him. 

“They’re showing Casablanca this week.” 

He thinks of you in the low light of the cinema, funny little accents coming in from the screen. He thinks of the glow of your eyes and soft plush of your lips against his own. He’s already decided he’s going to buy you an overpriced bag of popcorn and an even bigger bag of cotton candy that you’ll snack on on the car ride back and feed him some too. 

“Let’s go.” Maybe he’ll press his fingers against your core and make you come, make you stifle your whimpers against his neck. But he also doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable for the ride back and thinks better of it. 

You sit up in his lap and look at him with a soft gaze he doesn’t know what to make of. Your finger finds a path down his lips and you keep your eyes in his like rain and puddles. 

Then you’re kissing him. They’re fireflies of kisses, and patter against his lips, never sitting still long enough to satiate him. You’re riling him up purposefully. 

“Will you fuck me tonight?” Your voice is smoky, the fog weighted and heavier than normal cigarette smoke. 

His fingers brush against your temple and he marvels at the sight of his skin against yours, “Would you like me to fuck you?” You could ask for a mountain and Javier would bring it to you rock-by-rock at your feet. 

“Mmhm,” you hum. It curls around his neck like a snake, “Real good. Hard and deep.” 

Sometimes, he thinks maybe this is all just good sex for you. But sometimes, all the time, there’s something that’s pressed into your skin and eyes that protests against that thought insistently, “I can do that.” 

You smile happily and nudge your nose down the column of his neck, “And will you eat me out? Do that thing with your tongue I like so much?” 

His hands drift down to your ass, and he holds onto it possessively. Inside, he hears his father step away to his room, his good night spilling out from the open window. “Yeah, baby, I can do that too.” 

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[stiltonbasket]

Vampire WWX/Fae LWJ: What is their first time sleeping in the same room like? Their first breakfast? Or when WWX notices that LWJ is softer with bunnies?

part 1

On the morning after his arrival at the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian opens his eyes to find Lan Zhan's moon-white face hovering less than an inch above his.

"I am going out to fetch breakfast for us," Lan Zhan says stiffly. "What do vampires eat when they cannot get human blood?"

So rude, Lan Zhan! Wei Wuxian laments to himself, rolling a sleeping A-Yuan onto his back. You could have at least wished me a good morning first, couldn't you?

But then, he had woken Wei Wuxian to ask what he wanted for breakfast, so perhaps this is just what Lan Zhan is like when he tries to be kind.

"Meat, mostly," Wei Wuxian replies, watching as his husband grimaces in distaste. "But half-blooded xuemo can survive without it, so you needn't hunt for me. I'd be grateful for a bit of the porridge you and your brother like as long as you give me permission to eat it."

He winks, making Lan Zhan blush all the way up to his ears. "You will give me permission, won't you?"

"I will, but that is beside the point. By the laws of your people, I am your husband, so it is my duty to provide the nourishment you need." The faerie takes a deep breath. "If you require meat, I will bring you some suitable creature to kill and eat as you see fit. I cannot do the killing myself, but fetching the animal—that I can do."

Wei Wuxian's heart melts; for all faeries hate to do harm to living creatures, and yet his Lan Zhan is willing to do most of the hunting work on Wei Wuxian's behalf.

"There's no need for that," he says gently. Lan Zhan opens his mouth to protest, clearly not liking the look of Wei Wuxian's thin wrists and sallow face; but Wei Wuxian only motions toward the south side of the cave, where he can hear the river gurgling through the trees on the other side of the wall. "You go out and buy some rice and vegetables, and I'll catch some fish for myself while you're away."

Lan Zhan inclines his head and departs, taking his money purse with him; for while the Lan faeries grow their own vegetables in the wood, they have to buy rice and dried spices from the human settlement to the north.

No wonder their food is so bland, Wei Wuxian thinks wryly, as he makes his way towards the river with A-Yuan in his arms. Lan Zhan doesn't have a single herb in his kitchen, except for that old lump of ginger.

He plants A-Yuan in the soft ground near the water, as he usually does at this time of morning. Wei Wuxian helps him dig his little legs as far into the ground as they can go, looking on in satisfaction as the three long leaves on the baby's head unfurl and reach up towards the sun; and then he lays a fish trap in the shallows and splashes across the river, keeping A-Yuan in his field of sight as he searches for kindling seasonings.

He manages to find wild cloves and garlic growing on the far bank of the stream; and by the time he goes back to examine his fish trap, A-Yuan has finished sunning his leaves and soaking his little body in the mud.

"I don't know if you're old enough to eat food," Wei Wuxian muses, marching back to the cave with A-Yuan wriggling under one arm and the laden trap under the other. "You need to be sunned and watered like a plant, so eating fish might make you sick. We'd better not risk it."

A-Yuan squeals and looks up at Wei Wuxian with wet, reproving eyes. "So you do want to eat fish!" Wei Wuxian says accusingly, making A-Yuan shriek with laughter. "But you don't have any teeth. I don't know very much about babies, Yuan'er, but I do know that the women in Jieyu Village never started weaning theirs before the babies cut a first tooth."

The baby looks more wronged than ever. "Bu!"

"Perhaps we should boil the rice into porridge, and put pieces of the fish inside," says a deep voice from behind them. "That way, the rice will be soft enough for A-Yuan to swallow without chewing."

"Oh!" Wei Wuxian turns around and nearly jumps out of his shoes at the sight of Lan Zhan, standing at the mouth of the cave with a bag of rice slung over his shoulder. "Lan Zhan, don't be so quiet when you're walking. I nearly dropped A-Yuan."

Lan Zhan shakes his head. "I doubt you could ever do such a thing. But in the future, I will endeavor to make more noise when you are close by."

He lowers his eyes to Wei Wuxian's fish trap. "Did you catch anything?"

"A pair of grass carps," Wei Wuxian tells him, extracting the fish from their prison and holding them up for Lan Zhan to see. "Now, go light the fire and fetch some water from the well. I need hot water for A-Yuan's bath, and it's past time for breakfast."

So Lan Zhan lights the fire in the little courtyard; and there is a courtyard, much to Wei Wuxian's relief, because Lan Zhan built his small refuge after the fashion of most human dwellings, so that Wei Wuxian could almost forget that his cave was a cave and not a wooden house. After that, he sets off for the nearby well with a yoke fitted about his neck and shoulders, returning scarcely ten minutes later with enough water for both breakfast and A-Yuan's bath.

"I will bathe A-Yuan while you fry the fish," Lan Zhan says, dropping the pails and taking the baby from Wei Wuxian's arms. "There is oil in the bag of groceries I brought, if you need it."

"You didn't have oil in your kitchen?"

His husband sighs. "I used the last of it for yesterday's dinner. Now go."

Wei Wuxian nods and makes his way outside, where he finds a strange contraption for grilling set up in the middle of the courtyard. It looks strong enough to support a hook and pan; but the fish will cook faster in the coals of the fire, so he spears the two carps and roasts them with his foraged seasonings until the skins are burned black.

"Is the rice ready?" he calls, ducking back into the cave. "And what about A-Yuan?"

"A-Yuan is ready. The rice is not," is his husband's laconic answer. "Come take him, and I will bring the rice out to you when it is cooked."

In the end, it takes another quarter-hour before the rice porridge is cooked through and made cool enough to eat. Wei Wuxian feeds some of it to A-Yuan and tries a little himself, after which he puts down his spoon to scold Lan Zhan for being so miserly with the salt and ginger.

Lan Zhan looks oddly pleased for a faerie being scolded about his cooking, though Wei Wuxian can't begin to imagine why.

Stranger still, that breakfast is one of the best Wei Wuxian has ever had; and he doesn't understand that, either.

#wangxian #mo dao zu shi #the untamed #mdzs #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lan sizhui #note: this takes place about a year after part 1 #a-yuan was buried in the ground for a year #and wwx found him about two weeks before they caught up with lwj #please reblog this i worked so hard lol #vampire and fae au #my fic

[dspd]

daycare au where Jon decides to become a daycare teacher because of the daycare teacher who helped him process his father's, and his mother's death in the cold care of his stern grandmother, but he's got social anxiety and a touch of the 'tism and - according to his field supervisor - doesn't know how to relate very well to other people and needs to learn how to be more polite.

Anyway, on his first day, he finds out he's not just a new employee but head teacher for the cactus room. Thankfully, he already knows two of his new co-teachers, who graduated from the same prep program a couple years ahead of him. Thankfully, Sasha and Tim were transferred from other classrooms and have a bit of experience.

The last co-teacher, though.

If it weren't for the certifications in Martin's file that he's triple checked, he'd think the guy has even less experience than him. In the first hour alone, the useless ass ruined snack time, music time, and tripped into the little fish pond at the edge of the playground.

So ensues Jon practicing communication techniques with tiny humans, dealing with snotty crying toddlers, figuring out how to make shift schedules, and learning that parents are fifty times worse than the kids...

...and somehow falling in love with one Martin K. Blackwood who's neverending positivity, bottomless spill-proof tea mug, and morning person energy both annoy and impress him.

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...

And maybe everyone else in the classroom ships it so Tim and Sasha conspire with 4 year old Amy Patel when she was in her "everyone needs to get married and have babies" phase while her mommy was pregnant with her little brother, ending up with everyone agreeing that the kids need to practice throwing the rice and Tim and Sasha are the only ones tall enough to hold the handmade flower arch up so Jon and Martin have to be the ones to get married which ends with Martin turning a frankly embarrassing shade of magenta pink and while Jon determinedly stares at the bridge of Martin's nose to please the kids who have worked their way into his heart while trying to pretend he didn't have a scarily similar dream a couple months ago.

#jonmartin #grumpy daycare worker aus are the best feel good #i just want jonmartin with toddlers who ship their two teachers together #tma #the magnus archives

[crippleprophet]

gluten & dairy intolerant and sick as shit: a “what the fuck do i eat?” primer

most gluten-free, dairy-free (hereafter abbreviated gf/df) recipe sites are so clearly written by people who have the energy to cook - consistently enough that they don’t need to worry about food spoiling - and money for tons of ingredients and equipment. as a person who’s bedridden a large portion of the time, this is useless as shit!

so here’s how i’ve kept myself alive the past 6+ months for other sick folks looking for a realistic starting point, in descending order from least to most energy required. in addition to being gf/df, i can’t eat raw vegetables or red meat, need to avoid/minimize seeds and artificial sweeteners, and try to minimize soy when possible, so these suggestions align with that.

as always, check the labels first! other folks feel free to add on with any suggestions!

meals

gf cereal - chocolate gf off-brand rice krispies are a go-to low-energy meal that can also be a snack

bananas with peanut butter

rice cakes are my best friend - they’re like 4x cheaper than gf bread and the easiest option i’ve found so far. my go-to is rice cake, vegan cheese, 4 slices of deli chicken, a pinch of salt; 4 of those makes a filling meal for me

gf toast with peanut butter or butter, cinnamon, and brown sugar

gf oatmeal in the microwave, seasoned with brown sugar and cinnamon. if you need to avoid cross-contamination, make sure to only purchase oat products that are certified gluten-free; they can easily get cross-contaminated from wheat in the field

tofu scramble - season with curry powder, garlic and onion powder, chili powder, and salt. add whatever veggies you want - i do (frozen or canned) spinach, mushrooms, and tomatoes

gf chicken nuggets - if i have a little extra energy i’ll make a vegan ranch using a vegan mayo base

gf/df pizza - they’re expensive. i’m sorry.

gf/df nachos - vegan mince with gf taco seasoning, olives, vegan cheese, corn tortillas chips. for a lower-energy version, i melt vegan cheese on tortilla chips in the microwave and add torn-up deli chicken and seasoning

frozen gf fries - plain or with vegan cheese sauce, vegan cheese, and/or vegan mince (seasoned with garlic powder, chili powder, paprika, and salt)

rice with ingredient - canned beans and/or peas; canned tuna cooked with curry powder; frozen edamame and canned salmon cooked with gf (tamari) soy sauce, honey, and chili powder

fish tacos - frozen fish cooked with cumin, paprika, chili powder, salt, pepper; cilantro-lime rice; avocado if you’re up for peeling/cutting; vegan cheese; corn tortillas

snacks

pre-popped popcorn

tortilla chips

gf/df cookies

gf/df chips (crisps) - in the UK, Seabrook is a great gf brand, and the classic ones are df as well

gf/df protein or granola bars

gf/df ice cream

tangerines, clementines, etc - they last longer than other fruits

#dietary restrictions #celiac #lactose intolerance #dairy free #gluten free #chronic illness #mac.txt

[fatehbaz]

On Saturday, August 2, 2014, the water supply for the city of Toledo, Ohio, was poisoned. Officials issued an unequivocal order to the half million residents connected to the municipal intake: Don’t drink, cook, or brush your teeth with the water. [...] Stores ran out of bottled water, leaving residents to queue up at local fire stations [...]. The culprit was a bright green plume of Microcystis, a cyanobacterium that thrives in warm water [...]. In spring, rains wash a pulse of nutrients off the surrounding region’s fertilized farms and send it down the Maumee and Sandusky Rivers and into western Lake Erie. [...] Tests showed that the city’s water contained dangerous levels of microcystin, a liver toxin produced by the bloom.

The source of the problem stretches for thousands of square miles across northwestern Ohio and eastern Indiana. The rich earth [...] in the region produces hundreds of millions of dollars’ worth of soybeans and corn, as well as wheat, vegetables, pork, and poultry. The landscape is a vast, flat expanse of tidy fields and modest farmhouses crisscrossed with county roads — but it wasn’t always this way.

Centuries ago, this part of the Midwest was a wild expanse of wet forest and marsh stretching across a million acres, and early settlers who slogged through the muck and mosquitoes called the place the Great Black Swamp. [...] On an 1808 map, the swamp, which covered most of northwestern Ohio, was designated as “land not worth a farthing.” 

But settlers came anyway, felling the giant sycamores and oaks to create roads, and digging miles of drainage trenches to slowly bleed the water away from the muck. [...]

They [”the wetlands”] are considered a menace, a threat, a thing to be overcome. These attitudes are enshrined in state law, which makes impossible any action, including wetland restoration, that slows the flow of runoff through those miles of constructed drainage ditches [...].

[S]oldiers recorded the striking bounty of the Black Swamp and Lake Erie’s southwestern shore. On an April morning in 1813, two hungry soldiers stationed at Fort Meigs, near present-day Toledo, walked down to the Maumee River. The clear waters swarmed with perch, muskellunge, sturgeon, and catfish. Plunging spears into the water at random, they caught 67 fish in 30 minutes, often killing two or three with a single stroke. Every river mouth west of the Sandusky held dense beds of wild rice, where waterfowl settled to feed, then rose in flocks that darkened the sky. The rice stalks stood taller than a man’s head: to feed, ducks grabbed the stems with their feet and tugged the seed heads down to the water. [...]

In 1859, the Ohio General Assembly passed a law authorizing county commissioners to construct drainage ditches. Farmers benefiting from ditch construction shared the cost. The other Midwestern states also enacted laws authorizing drainage districts, enabling the construction of vast networks of ditches that drained great swathes of land — a mission that required investment and coordination, and could not have been accomplished by individual landowners.

Through the work of drainage districts, the Corn Belt states would lose more than 95 percent of their native wetlands. [...]

Some enterprising soul tested the abundant clay that lay a foot or two beneath the soil of the Black Swamp, and found that it made excellent tiles.

By 1880, more than 50 tile factories operated in northwest Ohio, and the Black Swamp was dismembered and used to feed an accelerating and diversifying cycle of human industry.

The great wetland trees — ash, elm, oak, sycamore — were felled and used to build houses, make furniture, and power the railroads that sprouted up across Ohio. In the 1860s, Ohio’s railways consumed one million cords of wood each year as fuel, and an unknown quantity for ties. The discovery of underdrainage created a growing demand for tile. All this drove an orgy of forest clearing and land draining which in the course of five decades, from 1870 to 1920, completely erased the Black Swamp. A wilderness went up in the smoke from railroad engines, and flowed in drainage ditches down to the Maumee and Sandusky, which began to run murky and lost their once-bountiful populations of fish.

Among the descendants of the settlers who conquered the Black Swamp, drainage is viewed as sacred, while wetland restoration borders on the profane. In terms of water quality, a prime place to create wetlands would be where they intercept the flow of polluted water in farm ditches. That could cause water to back up and flood the fields, however, and it is forbidden under Ohio’s ditch laws, which have changed little since 1859.

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All text, images, and captions published by: Sharon Levy. “Learning to Love the Great Black Swamp.” Undark. 31 March 2017. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks added by me.]

[lotr-bitches]

Silm Epistolary Week, Entry #1: A Chapter From My Fic (Daily Life/Customs)

A government report written by Prince Ñolofinwë regarding imports to Tirion (Y.T. 1274). 

City of Tirion: Imports

Full List of Imports by Location

Valmar

Fruits (varied types).

Apples.

Pears.

Oranges, lemons, and limes.

Peaches.

Plums.

Grapefruit.

Grapes.

Wine.

Gold.

Precious stones (varied types).

Sapphire.

Ruby.

Amethyst.

Emerald.

Cattle. 

Meat for consumption.

Horses.

Milk (various uses).

Butter.

Cheese.

Alqualondë

Fish (varied types). 

Tuna.

Swordfish.

Herring.

Cod.

Nets.

Baskets.

Shelled animals (varied types). 

Meat for consumption.

Shells (various uses).

Rope. 

Pearls.

Pitch sealant.

Glass (varied colors).

Sand.

Salt.

Feathers.

Woods of Oromë

Venison.

Wood (various uses).

Fire.

Paper.

Building material.

Berries (varied types).

Strawberries.

Blackberries.

Formenos

Vegetables (varied types).

Carrots.

Potatoes.

Broccoli.

Peas.

Sweet peppers.

Squash.

Grains (varied types).

Wheat. 

Barley.

Rice.

Quinoa.

Precious metals.

Silver.

Iron.

Stone.

Milk (goat).

Annotations

Valmar

Primarily a farming community with a small mining contingent. Most of Valmar's exports are related to fruit farming and the farming of large cattle and horses. This is due to the open fields in the north of Aman which allow the space for this complex farming. The mining contingent trades only in gold and precious stones found in the area of Valmar that abuts the Pelori Mountains. 

Alqualondë

An aquatic and fishing community. We obtain fish and shellfish from this city. The fibers made from aquatic and semi-aquatic plants allow the Teleri to make nets, and baskets which are water-tight. The nets Tirion imports from here are strong. Alqualondë utilizes the same technique to make rope. For use in sealing, Tirion purchases pitch which is extremely quick drying. Tirion imports glass (made from sand), salt (for food and food storage), and feathers for quills. 

Wood of Oromë

The primary exports of this region are wood and venison. We process the wood in Tirion to make paper. A smaller export of this region is berries, although these are seasonal and not as common. 

Formenos

Like Valmar, Formenos is a farming community with a small mining contingent. Here, the fields are dedicated to grains and vegetable farming. Mountain goats are farmed in the Pelori region and their milk is used for cheeses. Here, the mining contingent is primarily focused on precious metals and stone. 

Notes from the Compiler: It is extremely interesting to see what the different exports of these regions are. Valmar being known for gold is in accordance with my knowledge. My foster fathers used to tell me about how the roofs of the houses of Valmar were all made of burnished gold. 

#silmarillion #silm fic #silmarillion epistolary

[leggerefiore]

Can I get some sort of sweet domestic fluff with Larry? Like he’s actually got a day or two off to spend with his spouse? Does he do anything besides catch up on sleep?

cw: fluff

Larry felt stunned when he pulled out his phone to check his planner to figure out his schedule for today. It was unreal to him when he saw two “No work today” written in the To-Do fields. He felt stunned. A true day off…

What should he do? Well, if he gave it some proper thought…

He proceeded to pass back out.

Finally… Sweet, sweet sleep.

Though, he woke up not much later to a gentle hand shaking him awake. You kneeled beside him with a sweet smile. Larry yawned as he brought a hand up to rub his eyes. “I made breakfast,” you told him, “I tried… Uh, the kind you really like, but I'm not too sure how I did.” Larry blinked a few times before nodding and leaving the warmth of the comforter. As he headed out, his Staprator gave a caw at him from his perch. It felt so strange being at his home still.

The businessman followed you into the kitchen and sat down at the table. To his complete amazement, the table was full of dishes. Rice, grilled fish, soup, an omelette, some sort of vegetable dish and a pickled radish. How long had this taken you? He was already drooling. It had been too long since he last had a Johto style breakfast. His preferred taste in foods, not really a secret to those who knew him, despite his usual facade.

“Ah. Thanks,” his usual tired monotone came out against his clear excitement for the food, “You really didn't have to do all this. I would have been fine with a Paldean breakfast…” He may have a preference towards foods from Johto and Kanto, but he was well aware cooking that style was not easy nor were the ingredients that common in Paldea.

“It's nothing,” you told him while taking your seat at the table with him, “I was just amazed that you actually have a day off and wanted to surprise you with something nice.” Larry gave a curt nod before eagerly going in to enjoy the food. He felt delighted to have such a good meal after finally getting caught up on his lost sleep somewhat. You gave another sweet smile at him.

~

Larry shifted as you laid your head on his shoulder. Some food show played on the television, mostly as background noise for his nap. You had managed to weasel yourself onto the couch with him. His arm had come to rest across your shoulders, and you had one thrown across his chest. There was going to be no nap in this position. He sighed and let his free hand come to hold the one you had tossed across his chest.

He would admit that this was a pleasant change from spending his whole day off napping. Cuddling with you after his long, stressful hours had become something that he looked forward to. The show seemed less boring now as he focused more on the feeling of you pressed against him warmly.

~

“Uhh, love, you really don't have to do this,” Larry groaned as you leaned over him from behind. Your hands pressed against his exposed shoulders, having taken to wearing a tank top due to the summer heat. It felt pleasant to have you press your thumbs into the tense muscles of his back, but he did not want you to feel obligated to do such a thing.

You gave a scoff at him and continued your massage on his shoulders. He had taken to complaining about his back recently. The businessman grew lax at your touch and let out a soft moan. A smug feeling bubbled up in your chest. Larry accepted his fate of being forced to relax for now. “Thank you,” he spoke as you dug your thumbs into a particularly tense spot, “I'm already feeling a lot better.” You rolled your eyes.

“It'd be better if I could do your whole back, Larry,” you told him, “Come on, lay down. I want to make you feel born anew when you go back to the office.” The dark-haired man finally relented to you. It seemed you were just going to dote on him, no matter how much he insisted you did not need to.

~

“Hmm, do you think Staraptor would like this toy?” you asked Larry as you both perused the shopping district of Medali. He gave a look at the stuffed Tandemaus toy. Nodding, he placed it in the basket. Somehow, you both ended up walking around a pokemon care shop. He stocked up on extra food for his teams, and you investigated the toys. While he tried to play with them when he could, he knew that you could manage it much better than his capabilities.

You were close to his side as you both gazed at a tunnel toy. Instantly, you turned to him with pleading eyes. “Larry, Dudunsparce would that,” you told him plainly. He nodded and reached out to pick it up. He could already see the little snake burrow into it excitedly. It felt a bit embarrassing to admit you nearly knew his pokemon as well as he did.

“Ah… We should get more nesting materials for Altaria,” he suddenly remembered, snapping out from his thoughts, “She's been a bit broody lately…” You giggled at his words. A few people had gathered around you both, gazing at him with concerned expressions. He could only wonder why.

~

Larry felt nervous as you handed him some tomatoes. Why had he let you talk him into helping you cook dinner? An urge to ask you to instead go with him to the Treasure Eatery had to be suppressed. A challenger might somehow recognise him and attempt to battle him on his day off. He carefully diced them according to your request. He left the actual cooking part to you. The smell of spices hung heavily in the air as you seasoned the meat you were cooking.

“… It was nice spending the day with you,” you told him suddenly as he continued into chopping the lettuce, “I wish we could have more time together.” Larry found himself ready to nod along to your words but stopped himself.

“Me, too,” he decided to give a verbal reply, “I really enjoyed today. It was better than just sleeping my day off away.” You chuckled and moved the meat off the heat before moving a sauce of some sort onto it.

“I know you wanted to, though,” you sighed, “Geeta wants to work you to do death, I think. You should really talk to her about that.” He did nod that time, unsure what to say. His boss was a difficult person to speak to like that. She made her disappointment obvious in him. You finished your cooking and quickly arranged everything on plates. Larry took his own to the table with you following after him.

“I'll try to talk to her about getting more time off,” Larry said suddenly, to your shock, “I know you feel neglected by my work schedule.” You tried to walk back your statement, but the salaryman was not dumb. He slowly reached out to grab your hand. “I doubt she'll do it, but… Well, I want more sleep and time with you,” he let himself break his facade a bit, “I love you, dear.” You felt relieved by his words.

“I love you, too, Larry,” you leaned over to kiss him.

His night was spent cuddled up with you in bed, completely unconscious.

In fact, he slept so well that he slept through his alarm the following morning.

Ah, he thought, Geeta definitely won't listen to him now.

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