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fiapartridge · 4 months

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wedding bells | quinn hughes

summary: in which y/n and her fiancé, quinn hughes, plan their long-awaited wedding.

request: [...i read invisible string...and it made me think of when they’re actually engaged and planning their wedding...quinn would love cake tasting and picking out the menu...and the bride loves planning the wedding but...[it's] stressful and she wants everything to be perfect. some minor thing goes wrong and she has a bridezilla breakdown moment and quinn is so sweet and calms her down...]

author's note 💌: eeee i love this request!!!! thank u anon for requesting; it's so cute!

cake tasting

“I’ve been waiting for this day since the moment I learned this existed,” Quinn beamed, his eyes fixed on the road as he exited the freeway. His right hand rested gently on your thigh, and you couldn’t help but grin, happy that he finally wanted to be involved in a part of the wedding planning process—even if today was all about cake.

With a playful tilt of your head, a mock tsk of disapproval escaped your lips as Quinn raised an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be eating healthy for your game next week? How about I eat the cake and you watch.”

“And watch you live out my dream?” he scoffed. “Yeah, the game’s not that important.”

“That game is gonna secure your spot in the playoffs, Captain,” you smirked, playfully poking his arm. You loved teasing him about his captaincy, like saying Aye aye, Captain whenever he asked you for a favor, or your personal fave, So when does the team give you your honorary eye patch and silver hooky thingy? To which he always responds with, Not that kind of captain, babe.

As Quinn pulled into the bakery’s parking lot, he cupped your cheeks in his hand, his face growing serious, feeling almost like a team huddle. His voice lowered, and his face drew close to yours as he laid out some sort of plan. “I’m gonna eat a lot of cake today, so much that I wore my stretchy pants-”

“Oh, the Lululemon ones that I bought you?” You got them for him as a Christmas gift along with other items. You were happy that he actually wore them outside the house for once.

“Yes those ones, but we need to stay focused.” You nodded intently, totally focused. “Jack is gonna call you later and he’s gonna ask you if I ate any of this cake today, and I’m gonna need you to lie.”

A burst of laughter escaped you. “You want me to lie to Jacky? About you eating cake? During our cake tasting? Because…”

“Because him and Luke have a bet going on that I’m gonna break my diet for this, and Luke said that if he wins we’re splitting the cash 50/50, so I really need you to lie, baby.”

Rolling your eyes, you opened the passenger door, Quinn doing the same on his side. “I really don’t understand you guys. Like, why not just be normal and bet on who’s winning the next Super Bowl or something?”

Quinn wrapped around the front of the car, intertwining his fingers with yours as you approached the bakery’s entrance. “Did that a few years ago, we each lost $700 to Luke.”

“Jesus, you guys are loaded. The last time my family and I had a bet, we each did $10 and whatever old gift card we had stowed away in our wallets. Apparently mine was from 2015 and the place it was for got shut down for rat poisoning? I don’t know,” you shrugged.

As the hours passed and the 20th cake flavor came around, Quinn felt like his stretchy pants were out of stretch, and you felt like you could take a nap right on top of the table. Cakes were not for the weak, let me tell you that.

“I feel like everything tastes the same now,” Quinn struggled to get the words out. Not because he didn’t know what to say, but because he was trying not to heave and talk at the same time.

“I feel like I can’t feel my legs,” you replied, a visible food baby proudly displayed on your belly.

Dipping your finger into the frosting of the pink champagne cake, guaranteed to be the most fanciest cake you’ve ever had, you swiped it across Quinn’s nose. “Oops,” you grinned. “I’m just so full; I must’ve twitched or something.”

Rolling his eyes, Quinn smeared the orange creamsicle cake across your face, as if you were donning eye black and dodging defenders past the 40-yard line.

“Oh, you’re getting it,” you laughed, swiping a finger across the blueberry with graham cracker crumble, a grandma’s dying wish, planting strokes on his chin and forehead. “Aw, don’t you look cute?” you teased.

He smirked, getting impossibly close. It was good that the wedding planner and cake baker were in another room chatting, or else they would probably be yelling at you two to get your hands off each other at once. “Wanna make a bet?”

“Hm, does it involve me losing thousands of dollars?” He shook his head. “Hundreds?” Another shake. “Any money?” One more. “Then you’re on, pretty boy. What’s your proposition?”

“We leave right now and you can lick all of this off in the car-”

“Amy!” you shouted for your wedding planner as she came stumbling into the room, afraid something was wrong. “We have to go; family emergency,” you pouted, really selling it. “I’ll see you next weekend, okay?”

“Oh, yeah, okay!” she nodded. “Take care of the family!”

“Will do!” you shouted, dragging Quinn behind you as if you were Lightning McQueen in any of the Cars movies. Boy, were you quick. Even Quinn was shook and he skated with some of the fastest hockey players around.

“I win,” Quinn whispered, his lips pressed to the crown of your head as you reached the car, pushing him inside.

“Yeah? Kinda seems like I’m the winner.”

the wedding rehearsal

“Oh, don’t you flower girls look cute?” you smiled, drawing your knees to your chest as you bent down to meet them eye-level. “You ready to walk the runway?”

“Daddy said this was a wedding,” Ella, your brother’s daughter, shyly replied, playing with a couple of petals in the basket.

“Wedding shmedding,” you grinned, earning giggles from the little ones. “Think of it as a runway, and you’re the models.”

“What about,” Grace, Brady and Emma’s daughter piped up, “it’s a runway and I’m the airplane?”

“Oh,” you said, eyes widening a bit before breaking into a giggle.

“That works too! Just don’t be afraid, okay? If it makes you two feel any better, Uncle Jacky has to walk the aisle and he can barely skate on two feet.”

“Hey!” Jack popped out of the line forming behind the three of you, a procession of earthy-toned dresses and black-and-white suits ready to rehearse for the big day. The sight made you want to cry. Everyone you ever cared about was here for you and Quinn, for your big day.

It brought you back to the moment you met Quinn, the moment your life truly began. You were friends with Emma, having met in college at Boston University where you also met Brady. You had just gotten out of a year-long relationship and were stressed over midterms, so Emma suggested that you get a “sex-tox” — a detox involving, well, sex. It sounded perfect at the time. Fuck a stranger, never see them again, release some stress, and live your best life.

But that’s kind of hard to do when that stranger is Quinn Hughes. You fell in love with him the moment Brady introduced you. Maybe it was the way his hand lingered in yours for a just a second longer than what’s considered a “normal” handshake, or maybe it was the way his eyes followed you throughout the bar like he was scared that you would come back to the table with another guy’s arm draped over your shoulder, or maybe it was the way he said your name, like it was made for his lips and his voice.

He was just so perfect and now you were marrying him. It all felt so much like a dream, like you’ll wake up one day and everything will be gone. But when you see Quinn laughing with his groomsmen, his eyes immediately finding yours, his arms flying around your body, hundreds of whistles and hoots coming from everyone around you as you tuned them out, your attention solely placed on the man you’ll be able to call your husband as little as tomorrow, you know that this is real, and he is yours, and this is peace.

the wedding day

This is a disaster. The centerpiece flowers are sky blue instead of columbia, your grandma wants to trade seats with William Nylander because she has this newfound obsession with Mitch Marner which would put William Nylander with your grandpa and the weird uncle that always gets way too drunk at weddings but will never admit that he has an alcohol problem, chalking it up to a “one time thing.” Even though we all know that he’s gonna do it again at the next wedding! And to top the shit-cake that is this day, your wedding planner decided to be selfish and break her water overnight, so now she’s in the hospital trying to push a tiny human out of her uterus while you’re here trying not to physically strangle every single person that comes to you with a question.

You were tired, and nervous, and your makeup looks terrible, and you feel bloated, and you don’t feel pretty enough to walk down that aisle, and you don’t feel pretty enough to be with Quinn, and why would he want to be with a girl that can’t even plan her own damn wedding correctly? And you just feel…defeated.

“Hey, Y/N,” Luke bounced through the door of your bridal suite, his hand hovering over his eyes.

“You don’t have to cover your eyes, Luke, you’re not the groom,” you muttered, fiddling with the ends of your hair.

“Right,” he chuckled nervously. “Um, so there’s a problem.”

You closed your eyes, sighing. You felt like your head might explode. What else are we going to add to this ginormous shit storm of a day? Let me guess, Cole already got shit-faced at the mini bar, or Nico got lost on the way here and that car held Jesper, Holtz, and Dougie, or oh! Did your brother get into conversation with Trevor on how he can perfect his alley-oop if he substituted Milano with him? Seriously, what else can get worse than this?

“We can’t find Quinn.”

You’re gonna throw up. Are you already throwing up? Because there’s this tingly feeling that’s bubbling in your throat, and you don’t know if it’s from the copious amount of champagne you consumed last night or the urge to find Quinn and murder him with your bare hands. I think it’s the latter.

Before Luke could say anything else, you dashed towards the door, his calls fading behind you. You didn’t know if you were running to find Quinn or to escape this hell hole for yourself. Maybe Quinn was onto something. Maybe this was a bad idea. I mean, were you that naive to believe that someone like Quinn would actually want to marry someone like you?

With your shoes discarded, you found solace on a rock overlooking a small lake near the venue. Your once pristine white gown was now engulfed in the grass, your disheveled hair was poking out of its metal claw clip, your mascara was noticeably smudged, and the tears wouldn’t stop streaming down your face no matter how hard you tried to stop it. You were nervous about the wedding, but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore since the groom is apparently missing and nothing else is working out. Ha! Now they don’t even have a bride. This is terrific.

With crunching leaves, you heard a small, “Hey,” behind you.

You turned slowly to find Quinn, the man of the hour, finally present. You didn’t say anything, fearing that your words would come out with a choke. You couldn’t stop crying.

Quinn settled down on the rock next to you. “I’m sorry for leaving like that, I just—had to clear my head for a bit. I’m a little nervous.”

“Are you getting cold feet?” you mumbled, scared to hear his answer. You knew he loved you, but you also knew that he would put people’s feelings way above his own. You didn’t want to marry him if he was having doubts.

He shook his head. “No.” His hands found yours amid the puffiness of your dress. “I don’t have a single doubt in my mind that you’re the woman I want to marry.”

“So why-”

“There’s like 300 people out there waiting to see us get married, and Jack’s already talking about us having a kid in the next couple months, and—it’s a lot, you know? You?”

You furrowed your brows. “Me, what?”

“Getting cold feet?”

You shook your head. “I’m tired,” you admitted, your voice breaking. “I feel like everything’s going wrong today. Amy’s out having a baby, the flowers are the wrong shade of blue, Grandma wants to sit next to Mitch Marner, I thought you left, and-”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Quinn cupped your face, wiping your tears with his thumbs, just as he has done time and time before. The gesture never fails to give you a sense of comfort. “Years from now, when we’re old and living in a house in the suburbs, and you’ll probably have an orange tabby cat on your lap, and we’ll be telling stories to our grandchildren about our wedding day, we’re not gonna remember the color of the flowers, or who sat next to Marner, or any of that, okay?”

You nodded.

“We’re gonna remember you and me. We’re gonna remember how much I love you. And we’re probably gonna remember us sitting on rocks, stalling our own wedding day.”

A giggle escaped you because this was all so ridiculous. Quinn was right; you’re not gonna remember everything that went wrong. You and Quinn—that’s all that matters.

You pressed a long, innocent, and probably salty kiss on his lips. He saw you in your wedding dress, a superstitious hockey player breaking a centuries-long superstition, but for once, you didn’t care.

“You ready to get married?” Quinn grinned, holding his hand out to you.

You nodded, taking his hand. “I’m ready.”

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes angst #quinn hughes fluff #vancouver canucks

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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when emma falls in love ! daniel r. x ofc (måneskin member!ofc)

“emma met a boy with eyes like a man. turns out, her heart fits right in the palm of his hand.”

summary: daniel was away for work most of the time and so lorelei hester alessandro-ricciardo took it upon herself to let out the words that she would normally whisper in the empty air of their home in australia and began a pregnancy journal entry on her twitter.

content warning: pregnancy (i mean obv), lando being a good sport and godfather, talks of nesting, cravings, mentions episiotomy, use of explicit language, abba references. press to full view the tweets ❤️

note: i haven’t touched this series in a while huh? enjoy xx

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tagged danielricciardo, loricciardo, colabebe

liked by lewishamilton, charles_leclerc, carlossainzjr

user1 rip to all the margaritas that lester never had liked by lando.jpg

user2 why do i feel like the bump photo’s the only decent photo you’ve taken of the two?

lando.jpg because it is.

oscarpiastri still mad at you for drinking my margarita

user3 did he open his legs?

user4 “baby parmesan” 😭 it was a offhanded comment made once by daniel and now that’s the baby’s nickname

lando.jpg yeah we call him “our little par” but the italian side of the family doesn’t agree with it. all except from mateoales

user5 “lori’s in her prime” like she was there since day one 🫡

loricciardo danielricciardo why don’t we have any decent maternity photos? liked by lando.jpg

danielricciardo because we’re not decent people, doll 😉

lando.jpg take Monza 2021, for example.

loricciardo i really love that you are the “goddaddy” as you called you are, to my child. but god, do i want to fight you for bringing up the champagne photo

lando.jpg i didn’t say anything about photos 🫣🤐

thomasraggi_ that margarita was soooo good

ykaaar too bad lester never got a taste of the spirit-free one 🤨

loricciardo what. there was a spirit-free margarita? and landonorris didn’t even bother telling me???

lando.jpg slipped out of my mind bc i was hosting the party 😅

loricciardo i’m mad now.

loricciardo and we’re in the same house. i hope you have your suitcase packed.

colabebe 😂

user6 happy lester is the best lester

maxverstappen1 i hope i didn’t offend you loricciardo

loricciardo you agreed when carlos said that i was growing a giant wheel of parmesan 🤨

charles_leclerc that’s what you don’t say to a pregnant woman, maxie

maxverstappen1 fuck off, like you didn’t tell aimee “rip that pussy” when you found out the twins were heavier than average

charles_leclerc i learned haven’t i?

tagged loricciardo

liked by mateoales, maxverstappen1, landonorris

mateoales little par looks bigger now 🤨 liked by danielricciardo

danielricciardo little par’s a bit of a kicker too. he could play for man united.

mateoales or he could be a driver

loricciardo chill out, tesoro. we’re not putting little par on a car yet, alright 😒

user1 SHE OFFICIALLY CALLED BABY RIC ‘PARMESAN’ WE WON FELLAS liked by danielricciardo

user2 have you tried her deep fried tim tams?

daniel3.jpg no because she eats them all 🤨

loricciardo 😠😠 i offered you a dipped one

daniel3.jpg a half eaten one but thank you for the kind gesture wife ❤️

user3 “the wife” gives off lester’s “he’s fiancé” vibes

user4 not gonna lie, i’m kind of excited to see baby ric wreak havoc in the paddock

redbullracing he’d make a good addition to the red bull team 😊 liked by danielricciardo

scuderiaferrari funnily enough, we’ve already got him a ferrari suit to wear and race to 😎 nice try though 🤐 liked by loricciardo

mercedesamgf1 oh dang, you too? 😅 i’m pretty sure our lady boss designed our mercedes suit for the baby ric

redbullracing not your lady boss but okay ✋

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ghostfacesvalentine · 7 months

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HALLOWEEN DAY 3: Baking halloween treats - Multi!Muse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multi!muse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not that I could think of, kind of whoesome

Type: Blurb

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Baking is always fun no?

Notes: I don’t think I’ve messed anything up yet. Whoop whoop lets go

Jason Voorhees: Kind of wholesome with Jason, he absolutely loves when you bake, he could smell it from outside the cabin and it’s usually what lures him back home to you. His favorites would be apple pie, sometimes you’d make little designs with the crust, which would be his favorite part, feeling flustered when he’d see little cut outs of hearts plastered across the baked crust. This would be his favorite desert, sometimes you’d have to smack his hand out of the pan telling him you had to eat first before desert, only letting him have a bite before dinner on his birthday.

Michael Myers: He wouldn’t think much of it, he’s not too big on baked goods, no matter what it is, if it’s cupcakes, cake, whatever it is, he doesn’t care for it, but chocolate is Michaels kryptonite. He’d help you decorate the cakes and cookies you’d bake, usually just plastered a ton of red frosting across the desert. “Close enough” You’d think to yourself, simply happy that Michael is participating..

Tiffany Valentine: Completely enamored with it, loves everything to do with it. She could never do it right, no matter the different recipes or instruction manuals. Tiffany was still more than excited to participate, drawing little bats on the cookies with black frosting, making little ghosts on the cupcakes with black and white frosting. Her favorite part would be adding the sprinkles. Lots of laughing and giggling, this is just a wholesome moment for her and she feels overwhelmingly lucky that at least one of you can bake.

Billy Loomis: He wants no part of it, never was a baker and he sure as hell isn’t going to start today. Billy will stand in the kitchen, watching you do all the hard work, telling you “well I never asked you to make us any cupcakes babe” Dipping a finger into the icing and licking it off, Billy is such a pain in the ass for you, but he looked so cute as he was a pain. Watching you mix the ingredients, read the book and follow it as you pleased. Not even the decorating did Billy want to get involved in, hopefully you know how to do most of it on your own.

Stu Macher: Completely hands on “What do we do next” Will for sure overbake the cookies or brownies. He kind of clumsily follows what you say, sometimes adding too much or not enough. It’s like cooking with an actual five year old. At some point you just realize, maybe the actual baking process would just enlist you to do the actual work and just have Stu give you the utensils. Come decorating, he would let loose and do whatever he wants and surely Stu does get very creative with his Halloween designs.

Patrick Bateman: Doesn’t care for any sweets, if anything he despises them. He’s never liked anything sweet, Patrick thinks it’s bad for his body and says his taste buds refuses them. He doesn’t even like the smell, but if you insist he’d let you, just as long as you clean up after and leave the kitchen from smelling like a bakery. Patrick does like the designs you make though, he’d look at them through the container, telling you that you did a good job.

Leatherface: LOVES baking time, never really had any sweets or chocolate growing up. Bubba only tried it a few times in his childhood and he could never forget the taste, sometimes it’d fade away into his bittersweet memories but your at home bakery brings it right back. He is so involved in your activities, such a hands on s/o. Bubba would try anything and everything that you’d make, he’d mix the batter while you prep the oven, following every instruction you give him to a T. Not to mention his favorite part and everyone’s, the decorating. He’d make all sorts of creations, often running out of space in his cupcake, sometimes getting frustrated that it’s not coming out the way he wanted. Rest assured, all of it is still edible.

Harley Quinn: Also loves baking time, she knows how to make the best brownies, warm with chewy chocolate chips. She’d sit on the table crisscross while she mixes the batter, swiping a few tastes of the cookie dough if there’s any beforehand. Lots of silly faces and unfortunately, lots of messes. Somehow it would turn into a mini food fight as well, Harley’s childish at times, what can I say you bring out the best in her. She’s quite the artist too when it comes to decorating, always making the best ghosts and bats across the plain cookies. Harley takes baking quite seriously at times and will definitely be up to a contest to who could make the best most creative creation.

Poison Ivy: Not a huge fan of baking, but would enjoy some dark chocolate brownies every now and then. She would be interested in decorating your creations though, she finds it therapeutic. There would be times though, where you’d get the recipe wrong, or overcook it and Pamela would have to step in. You’d watch her as she would gracefully blend the mixtures and let them sink across the baking pan. She’d kiss your forehead, not minding the extra work. It’s actually kind of comforting. Pamela’s favorite creation of course, would be the pumpkin shaped cookie.

Bruce Wayne: Surprisingly loves it, it’s one of the things that makes him feel like his house is finally a home with you. He’d walk in on you early, smelling the sweet scent of cookies, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a tender kiss on your cheek. Bruce is more than happy with whatever you make, more in love with you by the second. Believe it or not he’s not the best at decorating the cupcakes or cookies, not when the designs at least but it’s the thought that counts.

Jason Todd: Kind of similar to Bruce, seeing you do any kind of housework around the house melts his heart. While baking isn’t particularly “housework” the fact that you would try to surprise him with Halloween cookies after a mission means the world to him. He couldn’t keep his hands off you, to the point where he’d be in the way, happily watching you get flustered and then annoyed. Lots of kisses, on your nose, neck and forehead.

Billy Hargrove: He does not know what to do at all and in all honesty, he won’t admit it but he is kind of scared of ruining anything. Billy loves you and he knows how much love you put into your cooking/baking, how time consuming it could be and the last thing he would want to do is ruin it for you. Sometimes it could come off like he’s uninterested and it’ll leave you in blues, but once you talk about it. Billy is more than happy to help you clean after, keep you company as you did all the baking. Not to mention, he’d be the best taste tester.

Steve Harrington: He’s actually super into it, he’s the first one up to take to you to the store to get all the baking supplies, carrying the basket for you and watching you pick the ingredients, making decisions with you. I’ll take the liberty to say Steve would be one of the most involved on this list to actually make any sort of Halloween goodies with you. There would be a few times you’d forget a certain item, or completely undermeasure what you bought and he wouldn’t mind going back for you to get it. He’d make little weird aliens and odd monsters with icing on the bare breads that would come out of the oven, taking pictures of them next to yours and keeping them in a little booklet of you both.

Steve Rogers: Kind of enamored with the wholesome idea of you baking for Halloween instead of giving out so much candy or buying the cupcakes at the store. He’s such a hands on boyfriend and it shows. Little did you know he has a few tricks up his sleeve as well, teaching you how to keep the cookies from overcooking, or the brownies from sticking onto the pan. Cute little kisses every now and then while your creation bakes. He’d let you take the lead in decorating, he much rather watch you be excited about the fun part, he cherishes these moments more than anything. Not to mention, he’d help you bring your goodies to the team “Avengers, Y/N took the liberty of making you all a treat, for all your hard work this week.” He’d let you give them out as he’d hold the basket before them, staring to you proudly.

Bucky Barnes: Kind of like Steve, he’d gladly participate in whatever you wanted to do for Halloween. Helping you with the mixing, read the recipe book, pick out the products at the store. Bucky would sit you on the island of the kitchen while he’d mix the now-pasty dough. Lots of small kisses, also in love with the idea of doing something so wholesome that reminded him of his good times. He’d sometimes tell you stories about his family and what they would do, what Halloween was like back in the day. Not too big on decorating, he rather just add the faces onto the cookies if you insisted on him participating.

Wanda Maximoff: This is her specialty, it would be therapeutic for her, so if you mention you wanted to bake something for the team, she is all up for it. Your dining room table would be littered with different fall themed snacks and flavors, all ready to be decorated and either eaten or sent away for others to enjoy. Wanda would love to bake a little bit of everything with you, involving herself in the decorating as well. Everything would look straight out of a professional bakery, some would even offer to buy them off of you, but instead you’d give them away. To anyone who wanted or seemed like they needed something sweet. Needless to say, this would be one of her favorite Halloween activities with you.

Loki Laufeyson: At first he doesn’t seem so interested, but after he sees you’re determined to make at least a dozen cookies and a dozen brownies, all fresh, warm and full of love for the team, he seems interested. Loki would watch you from afar, seeing you struggle with mixing the batter, getting tired and taking small breaks between. Of course this would be Loki’s best opportunity to ascend from the shadows towards you. “Let me have it dear.” He’d instruct as you surrendered the bowl to him in defeat. A few more minutes and you would’ve added literal tears into the mixture. Though he doesn’t want to admit it, Loki does enjoy these silly little activities with you.

Cloud Strife: King of “no idea what I’m doing” But always tries to have a good attitude about it. He helps you with all the heavy stuff, or more like the physical part of this activity. But then literally just waits for your next command, not really knowing what to do after. While everything waits in the oven, Cloud kind of just stands there waiting for it to inflate before his eyes, crushing down on a hard blush when you’d try to kiss his cheeks whispering small “Thank you’s” and other little praises. He’d help you give them out on Halloween night, keeping an emotionless expression, mostly kind of humiliated, but not enough to hide from it. Whatever makes you happy.

Aerith Gainsborough: LOVES this idea, she’s super excited and the minute you mention it, Aerith is grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you to get the ingredients. She wants the cookies in her hands now. Her favorite part its watching the cookies inflate in the over and decorating them with cute little ghost figures and pumpkins. She’d get icing on your cheek and nose periodically, laughing away as you scrunch your nose. Aerith would love to have you try what she’s baking, asking for your opinion, if it’s too much, too little, or even trying to get you to guess what she added to this batch.

Sebastian Michaelis: Ok come on. He knows how to make everything and anything and if he doesn’t, he’ll learn. Sebastian would make more complicated dishes, showing off a little to much in competition to your simple brownies. That doesn’t mean he won’t teach you though, maybe then you’d be able to help him when the young master would want a treat. Sebastian wouldn’t condemn you to do his job anyway, but if you wanted to have a little bit of wholesome fun on Halloween, Sebastian would be the best to go to in this area. Your baked goods would be created to perfection.

Spencer Reid: Sooo messy, the kitchen is a mess, there’s batter on the floor, the spoon must’ve fell like three times. Spencer has icing in his hair, no idea how, you haven’t even opened the darn thing yet, you have food coloring all over your fingertips and there’s so much laughter coming from both of you. “Wait no it says two tablespoons Spence, not teaspoons” Then a groan would come out of Spencer as he lets the bowl splat back down onto the counter. A snort would come out of you to see his cute frustration. “Come on genius, Halloween’s tomorrow and we have to get these out for the team, let’s hustle. Go! go! go!” You’d scold him into mixing faster to keep up with you.

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angelsmist · 1 year

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HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS 2

HBCU!SHURI X READER

prompt: shuri invited you to wakanda for the holidays, and you can’t help but feel homesick

contains: fluff, kissing, suggestive themes

note: probably not gonna have the new years chapter ready in time since it’s tmr but it’s okay 😁!

translation: kulungile ngokuhlwa = good evening

for the next few days, shuri had been taking you out to explore wakanda, and everything was just better than you could possibly imagine.

the food was way more organic than in america, and tasted better. especially the fruits.

not to mention the people. they were so welcoming. probably because it was incredibly unlikely that someone from the royal family would want to bring an outsider into their home, but they still made you feel like you were apart of the community they had long before you were there.

not only that, shuri bought you almost everything you looked at for over ten seconds. you’d tell her you were fine and didn’t need it, and she’d somehow go behind your back and get it for you. you currently had jewelry on that had to be worth more than your life.

tomorrow was christmas, and although you had been feeling homesick, shuri did her best to make you feel better about not

celebrating christmas. and it worked. for the most part.

you two had been out for at least five hours, and even though you were having a great time, you were getting quite tired. each time

you’d even mention the palace, though, shuri would find something else to occupy the both of you with.

you two were currently sitting on a bench, eating meat pie. you tapped on shuri’s shoulder. “yo, what’s the time?”

you gave shuri your phone so you wouldn’t get distracted, so she had been holding onto it for the past few hours.

“it’s almost midnight,” she answered.

one thing that wakanda and america had in common was how busy the two still were at night. you loved it, though.

“shouldn’t we be heading back to the palace, then?”

she hummed. “not yet.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. “why not?”

“there’s just a bit more explore.”

“we’ve been doing that for the past week, shuri,” you replied, growing suspicious. “you’ve been keeping me away from the palace all day. is something going on?”

her silence made you continue. “shuri, you’re royalty. i get it if you got sum to attend to. i don’t wanna waste your time.”

“nonsense,” she dismissed immediately. “the only place i’d like to be right now is here. with you. i can assure you nothing is happening at the palace. i just don’t want the day to end.”

“that’s what tomorrow’s for,” you informed, even though the line felt corny. you were tired and your feet hurt.

shuri thought for a second. “the palace is a twenty minute walk from here, right?”

you nodded reluctantly.

“alright, let’s go, then.”

you were kind of confused by her change of heart, but you didn’t complain, since as stated before, you were exhausted.

you and shuri had been walking for maybe ten minutes, when it occurred to you how nervous she looked.

you nudged her shoulder. “you good? you look like you finna pass out.”

when your words registered in her mind, she plastered a smile onto her face that was clearly fake. “i’m okay.”

you showed your teeth, looking at her for a second before continuing to walk. “you sure?”

“mhm! i’m great.”

you would’ve bought it, if your eyes didn’t land on her hands. she was messing with them like crazy, and usually it was the other way around. you reached towards her to grab one hand, intertwining it with yours.

you tried your best to limit the effect her touch had on you. “i get if you don’t wanna tell me, but i’m sure whatever’s got you acting like this will be fine. just sleep on it.”

your efforts were successful, though they didn’t last permanently. shuri couldn’t calm down because the reason why she had suddenly grown nervous was you. she had planned something and wasn’t sure if it would go the way she wanted it to.

it amazed the princess how passionate you could get when you talked about things you loved. that included christmas, and thanks to your endless stories, shuri was able to pull a few strings specifically for you.

this wasn’t all for nothing, though. she hoped to get a relationship out of it. like a real, romantic relationship.

she was sick of the game you two had going on and figured that it was time to make a move.

the downside of this plan?

well, there was a chance that her feelings for you were not reciprocated.

“kulungile ngokuhlwa, princess shuri,” aneka greeted her as soon as you two entered the floor where the bedrooms were. she looked at you. “would you like me to escort miss (l/n) to her room?”

she shook her head. “that’s okay, aneka. i’ll do it tonight.”

aneka knew something. you could tell by the look she shared with shuri. all it did was grow your suspicion. as aneka walked off, you gave shuri a stare.

she stared back as if she was clueless. “what?”

you began your journey to your room next to shuri, a playful grin on your lips. “what are you hiding from me, shuri?”

“i don’t know what you are talking about,” she fibbed.

once the two of you stopped at your door, she opened the door for you kindly, and you sent her a nod jokingly. “so kind.”

when you finally entered your room, your jaw felt like it touched the ground.

shuri had given your room a complete christmas makeover. and not just that, everything was decorated in all the ways you had described. green tree with the fake frost on it, the white lights stringing across the entire room, literally everything. somehow the vibe in your room matched the one you felt back home with you family. the lights were off, aside from the christmas ones that dimly lit up the place.

shuri waited from the door as you took in every detail of the room. you tried to speak, but all that came out were stutters since you were literally at a loss for words.

“i know you told me to leave it alone…but i just couldn’t,” she explained.

she closed the door behind her as you turned to the princess. “is this why you kept me out the palace all day?”

shuri stared back at you with an innocent shrug.

“we don’t celebrate christmas here in wakanda, so i hope i did a good job.”

you let out a breathy laugh. “you did great. i mean, every part of this place…” you paused your scan of the room when your eyes looked above the two of you.

shuri followed your gaze and stared at the ceiling. “what?”

you blinked awkwardly with a tight-lipped smile. “it’s just…that’s a mistletoe, and…”

she raised an eyebrow, and you literally could not tell if she was being serious. “and what?”

“there’s, like, a thing with mistletoes where you, like, you know…”

“i don’t think i do,” she spoke in an amused tone.

“you for real don’t know what a mistletoe is?” your voice raised an octave. shuri shook her head. “well, it’s supposed to be this thing where whoever’s under it…locks lips.”

you head fell in embarrassment and she kneeled just a bit to catch your eyes. “locks lips?”

“yeah, like a kiss.”

“i know what locking lips means.”

it was when you looked back up from the ground and into her orbs that it occurred to you that she was staring at your lips.

your breath hitched in your throat. when her eyes returned to yours, realization flashed in her eyes. but, she didn’t move, and neither did you.

she seemed to be taking her time. you felt one of her hands touch your elbow softly as it trailed up, and she used it as an opportunity to pull you closer.

your eyes closed shut when you felt her breath on your lips. but her eyes remained open, and she took in every detail of your face. in her eyes, there was not a single flaw.

“just say the word, and i’ll stop,” she whispered, a rasp clear in her voice because of how quietly she spoke.

you didn’t protest at all.

when your noses touched, so did your top lips, but it seemed the princess had fun teasing you rather than giving you what you wanted.

she moved her head back, and you chased it for half a second before realizing she wanted to stop. “i’m sorry, i just…i need to hear you say it.”

you pulled on her sleeve to bring her closer to you once again. “i don’t want you to stop.”

within seconds, her lips collided with yours hungrily, and neither of you showed any sign of stopping.

she broke the kiss after a few seconds. “can you just open your mouth a little bit more, just a little?”

your lips touched once again, and you complied. you couldn’t help but moan when her hands trailed down to your waist from the inside of your jacket.

the kiss was growing heated, but once again, shuri broke it. there was caution in her eyes, but there was also lust right behind it that she failed to hide.

“are you sure?”

you pulled off your jacket easily, all while catching your breath.

“more than anything.”

#shuri x reader #black panther fic #fanfic #shuri udaku #shuri x f!reader #shuri x you #shuri x black!reader #shuri x fem!reader #hbcu!shuri

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cincreblog · 7 months

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My random thoughts on Isekai!Reader in Trigun

Would the food on No Man’s Land taste the same as our food on Earth?

I know the Plants can create practically anything from nothing, but I can’t help but wonder if the food they can create is same as food on Earth or if it tastes more…artificial?

It might just be something the reader notices since they didn’t grow up eating the food the people on No Man’s Land (& perhaps the people pre-Fall) did.

The flavor would be kinda (but also not really) subtle. The food is still good, but there’s just this…odd aftertaste that you can’t seem to describe (and if you tried to explain it to any of the characters, they wouldn’t know what you were talking about XP)

Reader would likely die unless they get taken in by a town or something.

I know this issue can be resolved through plot relevance (since you know, fanfic), but realistically a person from our world wouldn’t survive a day in the desert that is No Man’s Land.

Like we can barely handle it when the temperature goes above 100 degrees on Earth, I can only imagine how hot it gets on NML, especially with two suns.

Idk if evolution/natural selection works that fast, but how the hell did humanity not burn to a crisp over the past 150+ years??

On top of that, would reader even be able to live off of the air there? There’s not a single sliver of vegetation on NML, so how are people breathing? Is there a Plant that’s creating oxygen for the whole planet or is that just a detail Nightow disregarded when he created Trigun?

I feel like people would understand our slang, but it’s so old that they would wonder if we were nuts or something.

(Note I’m basing this off of the Plant twins’ birth year, which is 2455 in the wiki)

For all I know the history of Earth was completely different in Trigun, but for the sake of this question imma say that our time predates the entirety of the story.

I know in my previous Isekai!Reader post I said that the characters wouldn’t understand our memes/slang, but the more I thought about it I think they actually would (kinda).

But since we’re like 4-5 centuries from the past, they would wonder why we’re using language so ancient (assuming memes are even a thing on NML)

What if we switched up how the reader gets isekaied into Trigun?

In all the fics I’ve seen so far, we always die and wake up in the middle of the desert XP

Why not pull an Owl House and have the reader find some kind of portal thingy that brings them to the Trigun universe (mainly thinking Tristamp, but any iteration is fine too)

Also give the reader a different place to appear, like Ship 3! The people there seem like they’d be the safest to approach compared to the rest of NML.

(Also coming from someone with health conditions, I feel like Ship 3 would be the safest location for an Isekai!Reader since they’ll likely have advanced medical equipment that can help treat the reader for anything they may have. I don’t know what the doctors are like on NML, but I feel like they wouldn’t have the technology or medicine that would work

And since reader is (kinda) from the past, people will wonder why they use medicines that either don’t exist or are very, very old.)

You think the reader would end up getting a bounty of their own just by how they talk?

I’ve only just realized how people in our generation talk about violence and barely bat an eye since people don’t mean what they say (or not most of the time at least).

And considering how trigger happy people in Trigun are, I think the reader would end up getting in a lot of trouble by trying to scare someone off by threatening violence that they aren’t capable of committing.

Like people are struggling to survive in No Man’s Land. If they hear a threat they’re going to take it seriously.

Reader carries a notebook/sketchbook where they write down any kind of unconfirmed lore they learn about while traveling w/ the characters.

When I find something I’m interested in, I intend on becoming nearly an expert on it.

Like I have to know every little detail about the subject, even the stuff that would serve absolutely no purpose other than being interesting.

And I have so many questions about the lore in Trigun. There’s so much we don’t know about the Plants that I really really want to.

But as much as I’d like to list them all here on a whim, that isn’t what this section is about X(

I imagine myself in reader’s shoes; whenever they hear about/find something about the universe that was never confirmed/revealed before, they would jot it down on a page (or maybe on their phone if it works) so that they don’t forget it.

On the off chance they reveal who they really are to the characters, they would write down as much about them & the universe as they can.

(The main cast might become a little concerned with how curious reader is about their lives & the things they experienced)

I feel like reader would have a blast listening to Vash tell stories about his adventures around No Man’s Land (at least the less traumatizing ones 😅)

(Bonus to this one, when reader gets back home, they post about their discoveries online, but since people would think they’re just joking/delusional, they disguise them as merely extremely detailed headcanons.

(This one applies to Tristamp specifically) They’d have to be careful tho, bc when the next season comes out & a majority of (if not all) their “headcanons” end up being canon, people will become suspicious (or just think of reader as some kind of fandom wizard idk))

That’s about all I have for now. If I come up with more, I’ll make another post :P

#trigun #tristamp #trigun stampede #trigun vash #isekai #isekai reader #trigun isekai reader

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 10 months

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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 7

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

Words: 1.8K

Author's Note: This chapter is very intense. It has descriptions of Leon having an anxiety/PTSD attack. and the reader uses a real method to calm him down! READ THIS CHAPTER WITH CAUTION.

Masterlist

June 2004

And I don’t mind, if it’s me you need to turn to

We’ll get by

It’s the heart that really matters in the end

Our lives are made in these small hours

These little wonders

-Little Wonders, Rob Thomas

They say that the first few moments after you wake up are the most confusing part of any day, or at least that’s what Mom used to say as her justification for never waking us up with a list of chores. We’d forget it. That statement rings clear as a bell through my mind as I peek my eyes open the slightest bit, wondering if I accidentally fell asleep in my hoodie again due to the thin layer of sweat that coats my skin. Leon got home last night, I patched him up, and then…

The scent of pine brings my attention forward, eyes finally adjusting to the sight in front of me. Leon’s slowly rising bare chest as my head rests against his bent arm, supporting his head with his hand and mine with his surprisingly comfortable bicep. Other arm slung over my waist, keeping our torsos snuggly together while our legs are tangled together. His soft snores. I thought he fell asleep on my chest. We must have shifted in our sleep. Eyelashes resting against his cheeks until they flutter slightly. Well that explains why I’m sweating so much. Man is a heater.

A blush slowly spreads across my face, growing as his eyes peel open, like the calming waters after a storm, noses brushing against each other and for a brief second, I swear his gaze flits to my lips.

“Morning.” The intoxicating feeling of his breath warming my lips threatens to drag me underwater, drowning me in the thought of his taste, his smell, his everything.

“Morning,” I whisper back, as if breaking the silence would shatter this precious moment, and for all I know, it might.

“You sleep okay? Hope my moving around didn’t wake you,” he mumbles, his own volume dropping in response. Words fly away from my mind like the butterflies in my stomach, leaving only my ability to nod. He shifts, palm now pressing against the small of my back, as if he can’t bear the thought of me crawling away. As if I would want to. Leon finally truly wakes up, wide eyes appearing for a breath of a second before he pulls back and shifts, pulling his body up into a sitting position. Away from me. He yawns, chest puffing out as his arms stretch up toward the ceiling. “Want some breakfast?” He asks, turning to look at me expectantly.

“Sure. I don’t have a whole lot though, I needed to go grocery shopping today.”

“Do you want company?”

“Love some company.”

The store isn’t nearly as full as it usually is, given it’s a weekday. The cry of a baby occasionally, a squeaky cart wheel, a stack of something falling over. All sounds I’ve grown accustomed to while here.

Leon however, is not. It’s not hard to see how on edge he is, eyes scanning up and down the aisle every few seconds, and I make a conscious effort to speed up my pace, grabbing items as quickly as possible and tossing them into the cart. His hands clench, and at a louder sound like a cough or sneeze, or even the intercom clicking on, his hands flitch for his belt. I don’t quite understand why until I realize he’s probably got his gun. As if he leaves home without it. Fingers lacing through his and squeezing, drawing his attention to me, his chest rising and falling faster than what is probably healthy.

“I’m right here,” I reassure as I reach up for a can of corn on a higher shelf. Refusing to release my hand, he grabs it easily with his other hand, placing it in the cart for me.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re also a shitty liar.” Tugging him into the last aisle for bread. “You know, you could have stayed home.”

“I didn’t want you going alone.” It finally dawns on me. He’s on edge for his own life, but also for mine. Leon silently gives my hand a gentle squeeze, placing a loaf of bread into the cart. “Anything else?” I shake my head with a small smile.

“Nope. Let’s go checkout.”

The line passes quickly, and we load food items onto the conveyer belt quickly but carefully. Leon steps up to the cashier, handing her enough cash to cover the bill while I begin to bag things, shooting him a frustrated glare at him paying for the whole thing. It seemed like he was finally calming down, adjusting to the sounds and sensations of the store. Then it went to shit.

The high pitched scream of a little girl somewhere further in surprises everyone, immediately attempting to locate the source before the sound shifts to a fit of giggles. The people around us visibly deflate, relieved at the assurance that everything was okay. I even chuckle to myself for getting so worked up, loading the last bag into the cart.

“Sir? Are you alright?” Leon.

His eyes are wide in the direction of the screech, hand resting on his belt where I assume his concealed holster is, and each muscle is tensed so tightly, I’m surprised the fabric of his compression shirt hasn’t torn at the seams. He’s not here anymore. I take fast steps toward him, his name leaving my lips as my hand comes up to rest on his forearm but he reacts faster, fingers locking tightly around my wrist, and I have to physically swallow the yelp of pain from his grip. He spins, fear soaked eyes practically pinning me beneath his stare, pupils blown, hiding the blues I have come to love so much. The cashier moves from the corner of my eye, reaching for her phone.

“It’s okay, ma’am.” I need to level my voice, or she’ll get the police involved, some bullshit investigation as to whether my roommate was abusing me or not. “Everything is fine.” I smile, burying the tears threatening to spring into my eyes. I’m not talking to her. “Everything is fine.” The grip loosens, and by the time I look back at Leon, his breath is coming in fast pants, face pointed downward as if trying to steady himself by looking at the floor, hands pressed into his pockets almost painfully. I gently grab his wrist, tugging him along with me as we step out into the fresh summer air. Leading him to the car is easy enough, his movements supporting mine before I stop, throwing everything into the backseat as carefully as I can. “Do you wanna get in the car?” I ask, but he’s not listening, eyes glazed over, unfocused. I need to get him in the car so he can calm down. Deciding to put the cart away later, I pull him to the passenger door, before practically shoving him inside and closing the door with a gentle whoosh. Driver door flying open as I clamber in, hands cupping his face, turning it toward me.

“Leon?” Nothing. “Leon, I just need you to look at me, can you do that?” Hazy blues lifting to mine, paralyzed in this moment. ‘What did they do to you?’ My heart screams. “Can you breathe with me?” A shaken head. Eyes wandering, fingers clenching almost painfully, dark crimson leaking from closed fists. He’s hurting himself. Scrambling across my center console, legs ending up on either side of his thighs, straddling his waist. Fingers grabbing his hands, unwrapping them to place them on my thighs before squeezing over them. Squeeze me. Don’t hurt yourself. Pushing his jaw up, forcing his gaze on me once more. “I know it’s hard, but I need you to try to breathe with me.” In and out. In and out. In and out. Please Leon. Please.

His breaths are shaky and rough, patchy, as if his lungs have holes torn in them, releasing the minimal air he’s taking in, but he’s fucking breathing. “Can you do something for me, Leon?” He’s not speaking, but, with eyes still locked on me, he nods.

5. “What are 5 things you can see right now?”

“You.” His voice is trembling. I can practically feel my heart splintering inside my chest.

“Good. What else?”

“Yellow of your shirt.” I nod encouragingly. “Your radio has green numbers.” Good. “The red straw of the cup in your cupholder.” One more. “Your keychain has a picture of you and your sister on it.”

4. “What are 4 things you can feel right now? Physically.”

“Your hands on my jaw.” One. “The seat under me.” Two. “My hands on your legs.” Three. “The sweat on my forehead.” Four. Good.

3. “What are 3 things you can hear?”

“Your voice.”

“Mhm. Good.”

“Birds outside of the car.” One more, Leon. “The blood pounding in my ears.”

2. “What are 2 things you can smell?”

“The car’s air freshener. It’s lavender.”

“Good nose.” I whisper, trying to bring a smile to my own face in reassurance.

“Your perfume. It’s vanilla.”

“You’re doing really well, Leon.”

1. “What is 1 thing you can taste?”

“I don’t know, I can’t-” My hands find the gum in my center console, unwrapping it and offering it to him. He opens his mouth without question, refusing to break eye contact as I pop the spearmint strip into his mouth. He chews it, the familiar flavor and texture seemingly bringing him a sense of calm.

“What is one thing you can taste, Leon?”

“My gum.”

A deep sigh of relief. His breathing has returned to normal and his hands aren’t twitching as they bounce between clenching hard enough to bruise and a tender caress. His lids are closed now, head resting back against the headrest, chin tilted up exposing the thick column of his throat. The temptation to press my lips to his pulse point is overwhelming, but I refrain, taking a few of my own steadying breaths in through my mouth as to not inhale more his cologne.

“I hurt you.” Glancing down, I notice the bright red skin of my wrist that is absolutely going to bruise within the next few hours.

“It’s fine, Le-”

“And I ruined your jeans.” His hands are off my pants, blood staining the denim dark brown, almost black where I put his hands.

“Leon, I’d rather have stained pants than for you to hurt yourself,” I confess, before cracking a smile at him. “Plus, I’m a girl. I need to know how to get blood out of pants at least once a month.” He cracks a smile. My heart stutters. “Let’s go home, yeah?” He nods, hands helping me back into the driver's seat before I start the car with a hum. His eyes follow the soon-to-be bruise on my wrist, and I can already tell that this is going to haunt him. Pulling out of the parking lot with practiced ease, I reach over, setting my hand on top of his and squeezing gently. Then it hits me.

I admitted to loving him. Only in my head, but…

Holy shit. I love him.

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy smut

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meenawrites · 1 year

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Again with Trudy y’all!

Okay SO! We all know that Trudy HAS to have excellent taste in music. Like look at her.

I’m sure this woman has been gradually building up her musical library since she could afford it and now she has like 10 000 songs or something.

I think she sings a lot by herself like just jamming as she works on her kestrel or does stuff around the lab and eventually she starts sharing the music with Spider.

So it becomes like a mama-son thing for to give him one of her earpieces and they just sing at the top of their lungs together and have dance parties. Trudy used to be way more private about people seeing her sing or dance but like after the shit she’s gone through on Pandora it seems pretty trivial, plus it makes the kid happy so she’s just like whatever.

I also think that Trudy would have a great voice. Like I think she’d have a strong belt with a bit of a rasp to it (think kind of voice like Persephone from Hadestown’s voice). Like she can go pretty deep in her voice, her range is good. She can’t hit super high notes though, her throat tightens up at those and just like refuses to work.

Spider also has incredible range. He’s been a good singer since he was a kid both in Na’vi and in English and Spanish. He just has an ear for music and he loves it because it’s a different form of storytelling for him. He can hit those high notes even as he grows older, not like soprano level but mezzo-soprano or something.

Now I’m not enough of a music connoisseur to give a definitive look at what Truyd’s taste in music is but I can try from what I know. I think her vibe would be like 80s and 90s rock and some indie music. Like Spider, she also really listens to the lyrics of songs and not just the sound so most of her song collection has what she considers to be meaningful lyrics, with only a few staple generic pop songs that she can’t help but like. I think she’d be into indie music as well and some grunge. The type of music that comes to mind from my limited knowledge would be Paramore, Pink, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Journey, Aerosmith, etc. I think she’d have some Taylor Swift songs up in there; though I’m not like a die hard Swiftie, I’ve listened to her lyrics and her writing is honestly great so yeah she’s on there. I also think her guilty pleasure would be musicals; she doesn’t even show Spider those at first because she had a bad experience for her fellow soldiers judging her about it when she first joined the army, but eventually Spider gets unlimited access to her collection. And he eats that shit up! Yet another form of storytelling for him to explore that mixes narrative and song and sound and she finds out because she finds him belting along to like a Heathers song or something cause he has already memorized the lyrics.

I also am so sure Trudy has some sort of sex playlist listed an an obscure name with some dirty songs. That isn’t really my area of expertise though so I don’t know what would be on there per se but yeah. Though I am picturing this one song I know called “Kiss or Kill”. I don’t think she’d have any songs on there that are like super explicit but more just capture the feeling of when she’s in a sexy mood. I’m also picturing Dove Cameron’s “Boyfriend” being on there.

And we can’t forget her roots! She’s gotta have a huge Spanish playlist. Again this is not my expertise but I have a friend who does know! So hopefully I will make like an update post for that to include some songs she would have on there soon! If anyone does have any ideas I’d love to hear them.

So yeah Spider and Trudy have song alongs and dance nights together and that fills my brain tbh.

If anyone is interested in submitting songs you think Trudy would listen to, I would love to see them and maybe make a playlist out of them to share on here!

#Trudy lives AU #Trudy is Spider’s mom #Trudy stan #I am Trudy’s wife #Spider Socorro #avatar the way of water #avatar 2 #spider soccoro #spider soccorro

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sanyu-thewitch05 · 1 year

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Twisted Wonderland: A Thanksgiving Fiasco

A/N: I just wanted to write this explosion of chaos for everyone to see.

Notes: GN reader! Cursing, explicit language, yelling.

Inspired by: Don’t experiment on Thanksgiving

Every single one of Yuu’s friends gathered at Ramshackle for the Thanksgiving feast. The dorm heads set it up so that each dorm brought a dish. Diasomnia wasn’t exempt from this rule. Heartslabyul brought cranberry jam, Savanaclaw brought Cajun seasoned turkey, Octavinelle brought various desserts, Scarabia had brought Jamil’s signature teas along with other drinks. Pomefiore had brought green beans, Ignihyde brought grapes and a cheeseboard. Diasomnia was left with the most important dish of all, the Mac n cheese.

The ghosts and a couple of Yuu’s friends set up the food stations, then they began to feast. Their friends were gathered around them, eating peacefully until Azul had taken a bite of the Mac n Cheese.

“Why does this taste so eggy?” Azul says, spitting out the Mac n Cheese in his napkin.

“I followed a recipe on that clock app…what’s it called?” Lilia recalls, trying to remember the recipe.

“TikTak.” Silver answers.

“Yes, that’s it. The recipe I followed called for 12 eggs in the Mac n Cheese.”

Azul drops his silverware, and the Leech brothers go silent.

“You what?” Azul questions, growing irritated. “Why didn’t you ask for help with the Macaroni and Cheese?!”

“I didn’t know it wasn’t supposed to be like that.” Lilia replies, keeping his childishly calm demeanor.

“Father, don’t lie. You’ve cooked me Mac n Cheese plenty of times during my childhood.” Silver says, getting more greens. “Besides, I told-we told you not to put that in the Mac n Cheese.

“Now we don’t have Macaroni and Cheese, cause you decided to do some bullshittery you’ve seen off of the internet!” Azul yells, surprising everyone at the table.

Yuu pours themselves some apple cider and sips on it.

I can’t help Lilia out of this one.

“Azul, I really don’t think it’s a big deal-“

“Don’t experiment on thanksgiving! Don’t experiment on no damn thanksgiving!” Azul yells, slamming his cup on the wooden table.

“Azul!”

“You experiment by your damn self!”

“I was just trying to think of something everyone would like-“

“Don’t try it with us! We don’t want that shit!”

I better stop this shit before it gets too far.

“Azul, it’s fine. We can eat other things at this table besides mac n cheese,” Yuu says, putting down their glass of cider.

“Jamil gave you the recipe! But you chose to do that shittery alone!” Azul continues, not paying attention to Yuu. “Messed our shit up!”

Azul leaves the room grumbling in Italian. Everyone laughs and they continue to eat as Azul sulks outside. After 10 minutes, he walks back into Ramshackle and joins the table once again. The five second peace is interrupted by Lilia’s actions once again.

“So, Yuu, when are your friends from RSA coming?” Lilia asks, sipping on wine.

The room goes silent and everyone stares at Yuu.

“Father, I think you’ve had enough wine,” Silver says, trying to take the wine away.

“Oh don’t worry, I feel quite fine,” Lilia responds, moving the wine glass away from Silver. “Besides, I’m excited to see where this is going.”

The door to Ramshackle opens at Prince Rielle, Neige, and Che’nya walk in.

Oh no…

“Hi, Yuu! Thanks for inviting us to thanksgiving!” Neige greets, kissing both of Yuu’s cheeks.

On the next Arrested Development

“Uh oh,” Lilia says, sipping on a bottle of red wine.

“Che’nya run!” Riddle and Trey scream, looking at their friend.

Every boy except Diasomnia, Ignihyde, Riddle, Trey, Jade, and Epel get up from the table chasing after the RSA guests.

Yuu sighs and gets up to throw their plate in the trash.

“Y’all wanna help with Christmas decorations?” Yuu asks, giving Grim a hug.

The boys inside Ramshackle follow Yuu to the active and begin the transition into Christmas time. Of course, in the midst of this chaos, Malleus was the most happy as he finally got invited to something. Not only that, but he got invited to do something with Yuu immediately afterwards.

#a crack fic if you will #lilia vanrouge #azul ashengrotto #neige leblanche #twst chenya #trey clover #riddle rosehearts #twst silver #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst wonderland fanfic

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I was bored so here's an excerpt from the first chapter of the little thing I'll publish after I'm done with Ink and Blood III, titled The Galahot, the Prince and the Warrior.

Chapter 1 - The Galahot

“Always these commercials,” I complained as the TV show was interrupted for the fifth time by a carousel of stupid commercials. “Do you think the humans really take the bait with these advertisements they show all the time?”

Cedric shrugged, without looking up from his book. He was laying on the couch next to the chair where I was sitting and, as always, he was pretending to pay more attention to his book than to the show that I was watching.

“Humans are stupid, Vathek,” he said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they did that.”

“You didn’t seem to think they were so stupid yesterday evening, when you came home with that pretty woman, what was her name?”

Cedric shrugged again. “I have no idea, and I don’t care. She was not less stupid than any other human.”

“Hm.” I would have liked to ask my old friend what was troubling him so much that he resorted to spend the night with a human. Cedric very rarely did that, as he really thought humans, both men and women, were too lame and obsessed with their taboos and that it was impossible to even speak to them without making them feel embarrassed.

When the evening before he had come back with one of them, I had my confirmation that something was troubling him more than usual.

Perhaps he was nervous because our first attempt at chasing those five Guardians who had been hired by Kandrakar overnight had miserably failed.

Or perhaps he was just annoyed of being here, on Earth, following Phobos’s orders instead of being here like in old times to serve the Queen Mother.

I used to love travelling to Earth, back then. I had so much fun when Cedric brought me along - a very generous concession by our beloved Queen Mother. I liked to learn about the human culture, go to shops, to the movies, to museums, learn about their impressive technologies. Cedric always said that the only times when humans were smart were in finding solutions to accommodate their laziness.

I also liked to just sit with Cedric on a bench in the park, eat ice cream and observe the humans, while Cedric took notes for the Queen. Or take the minivan and go to the sea or to a different city to see if the terrestrials did the same things everywhere else.

And most of all, I liked terrestrial food. I enjoyed nearly everything I tasted whenever I was on Earth. The only thing I did not eat much was fish, but that was only because Cedric found it revolting - otherwise I would have been more than happy to eat crab and shrimps every day. My favourite things were chips, chocolate and coffee.

But now, I was not too happy about our mission either, despite the delicious terrestrial food. I was fine with serving Cedric and following his directions. I trusted him and wanted to help him and protect him, like I had always done. But I was annoyed by Phobos and his orders.

For me, Cedric had always been like my little brother since when we were children and used to play hide and seek in the royal stables. Just like a big brother would do, I had always been proud of Cedric and of the career he had made under the Queen Mother, and to some extent I was proud that he also made it to become Phobos’s right hand. I had observed Cedric his entire life, how he had worked hard to be where he was, working as a servant during all those years of training, while all the other Champions came from rich families who could pay tributes to the Queen. The other Champions were there because they had passable skills and their families could pay for their apprenticeship. Cedric was there because he was too talented to be left to grow up in the streets, but he had to make up for not having a family as if it was his fault.

Although I did not like what Phobos had done to him in the past years, I had to say that Cedric deserved that position as a Commander. Only I wished that he was not the Commander of a legion of monsters for a tyrant who was so mean to him.

So many times I had wished I could strangle Phobos with my own hands. But even just thinking that would put me under a high risk, so I did my best not to think about anything at all when the Prince or his Murmurers were around.

But I was not stupid. I played dumb sometimes, to make everyone - especially the Prince - believe that good old Vathek was harmless, that there was no reason to get rid of him, and that he would always be just a faithful servant for Cedric. But I saw everything and I understood.

Most of all, I understood Cedric. I did not need his powers to know what my friend was thinking, how was his mood, what troubled him. I always knew.

And I also knew that what troubled Cedric since the Queen’s death was always the same person.

Phobos. That devil.

#w.i.t.c.h.#ink and blood series #fanfiction writing #ao3 #writeblr #ao3 writing #own art

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liminalpebble · 10 months

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Sex and Death: Chapter 11, Maamoul

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Chapter 11: Maamoul

Magnus walked with Noura hand in hand all the way from the car to the apartment door, eyes scanning and scowling the whole way. The entire front area had been plowed by now. What had once been a tundra-esque landscape was once again a parking lot with a few scattered cars and a snow plow still droning away at work.

So much for evidence, Magnus grumbled internally.

“You really shouldn't be holding my hand. The cops around here will be unmarked and they might be coworkers.”

“I don't care,” he said bluntly. “I'm not letting you go. Besides there's no actual rule against inter-office romance and you're not a cop, you're a contractor. If anyone gets a slap on the wrist, it'll be me.”

Noura rolled her eyes at him as the elevator dinged announcing her floor. As she strode towards her front door, she said quietly, “I don't want you getting even a slap on the wrist on my account, and I don't want to be a distraction from this case. It's too important.” Even as she said it, she could tell he was preoccupied; carefully evaluating the hall and her doorway for signs of snooping or forced entry, but he apparently found none. If he had, she would have a firm arm around her shoulders leading her away immediately. He would be on his phone forcefully demanding back up and barking orders. Although Noura didn't like the stress it brought him, or the way that side of him frightened her a little, she couldn't deny his fierce protectiveness was reassuring and incredibly attractive.

Noura gave him a sweet concerned smile and a stroke on the cheek as they entered, then she began gathering her overnight items in silence for a long while. Growing restless, and feeling a little claustrophobic, he went over to the window, opening the blinds to let in more light. Magnus watched as the still pristine blanket of snow glittered in the setting sunlight. The small backyard and icy treeline beyond were drenched in golden hour glow. Beautiful as it was, he couldn't help turning to watch her instead after a time; something he considered even more beautiful. He noted that she was efficient, quick and organized as she was in most things, seeking order in a world that constantly sought to destabilize her. The thought made him ache for her. How he wanted to be her bedrock...her one sure thing in life.

Martinsson was a social creature, unaccustomed to stretches of silence. He usually filled the void with charming chatter, jokes, or at the very least he would ramble through his thought process with colleagues. He would think out loud while pacing; fidgeting with his pen or his hair, or bouncing a little rubber ball against any available surface repeatedly (until Wallander confiscated it in a fit of annoyance). Noura's quiet phases would take some getting used to. When her silence became too much for him, he finally said, “It makes me nervous when you're this quiet. Are you still angry?”

“No, just thinking,” she said, curtly but honestly, juggling several Tupperware containers from the fridge.“I'll take some leftovers. I think there's a microwave and fridge in the suite, or at least in the break room. I think you should take the rest though. God knows you never have real food at home and I want you to keep eating well,” she said with a smile as she put the containers down and began to move around again. Magnus stopped her in her tracks, catching her shoulders. He leaned down, holding her closer and kissing her deeply. He coaxed her breath to match his as he slowly inhaled and exhaled the scent and taste of her; their lips lingering together. Embracing her tightly, he could feel the muscles of her little body relax beneath his grip and the hummingbird patter of her heart decelerate.

As their lips parted, she met his eyes and said as if in a trance, “We should get back.”

“Shh. Just relax, darling. Take a breath,” he ordered, gently holding her cheek and kissing her forehead, as she obliged. “Do you have all your things together?”

She nodded, head heavy with thought. Noura didn't want to meet his eyes, knowing that in the darkness of her own irises he would see her sadness and strain.

Even so, he turned her face to look at him. Smiling his sunniest grin he said, “Good girl,” as he stroked over her cheeks and hair, soothing her. “You know it's okay to be angry...with me...with a lot of things.”

She shook her head vehemently, “I'm not angry, Magnus. I'm too nervous to be angry. I'm afraid.”

At the last word her voice cracked and her eyes began to water. Patiently, Magnus waited for her to continue. “...afraid for myself...for who might die if we don't fix this, overwhelmed by the burden of this...all of this...”

He just held her, letting her sob into his jacket as he kept her close, swaying gently. Magnus stroked little circles over her back, and rested his head gently on top of hers, heart breaking for her. But as he turned his head and looked towards the window, he was yanked abruptly out of the tender moment, eyes going wide with dread.

Where there had been nothing but a thick untouched blanket of snow half an hour ago, there were now deep boot prints and impressions, smeared with shocking crimson patches, bleeding into the frosty path. Magnus, crossed the room in a heartbeat to look out the window, eyes straining a little in the waning light of evening. In a flash he was calling for backup, leaving a quizzical Noura frozen in his wake.

“Martinsson here. We need search and rescue and forensics teams to site 4 now...get Kurt to...”

He kept talking but Noura couldn't hear it anymore over a ringing in her ears and the thrum of her own pulse. She registered the same ominous path of fresh blood over the snow in numb shock. Finally she tumbled back to reality as Magnus roused her sharply from her trance, suddenly meeting her with those intense eyes and a voice that sounded unnervingly unlike himself. He gripped her arm and growled sharply, “Noura. Noura! Get your bags and come with me right now.” Molten adrenaline scorched through her as she saw that Magnus now held his gun and was yelling for her to follow behind him. She obeyed as if compelled by as spell, grabbing her things with trembling hands and traveling briskly out of the building on unsteady legs.

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Returning to the station, Martinsson handed her off immediately to another member of their team as he, Kurt and a few uniforms funneled out the door in a rush.

“Svendsen, get her settled in, please,” he ordered, and then he was gone without another glace, long legs sprinting towards the action.

Svendsen flinched a little, coat still hanging half off of his shoulders, as Magnus barked for him. In a flurry of movement he was by Noura's side, shouldering one of her bags.

She smiled warmly at him. “Hey Josef, Thank you. Shouldn't you be home by now?”

“Hi, Noura. Yeah I was, but I just couldn't shake the case, you know? So I volunteered for the late shift. I knew I'd be working on it anyway so I didn't even try to sleep. But yeah...now we got the call-in from Martinsson so it looks like a long night anyway”

“Yeah...” she said, voice trailing off and hands shaking.

Svendsen clapped her on the shoulder and smiled warmly. “Come on, follow me. Maybe you can get some rest.”

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In the little concrete basement suite (which resembled more of a cell or a bunker) Noura laid on the cot trying to get some rest, feeling a bit ridiculous in her plush pajamas surrounded by the spartan lodging. Since the thin mattress and scratchy blanket were poking her just as badly as her rampant thoughts, she decided to abandon sleep in favor of a walk around the building. She always seemed to think better on her feet anyway.

Stretching up and shrugging her work clothes back on, she heard her back give a little pop of stiff protest against the sub-par furniture. Noura picked up her phone and a box of Arabic cookies getting ready to venture upstairs, when the thought occurred to her...

Yas and Mo! She scolded herself for not thinking of them sooner and hurried to dial Yasmin's number. Fuck! She thought as she realized she had no signal down there, no WiFi either. Guess I'll have to work upstairs anyway. She thought, adding her laptop to her little pile.

Noura rushed through the hallway. As she reached the top of the stairs she pressed the green call button as soon as the little bars appeared again.

“Yas!” she exclaimed as the other woman picked up. Noura spoke in rapid-fire Arabic with the phone tucked into her shoulder, arms full. “Yas...are you two okay? What's going on over there? Are they getting you out of the neighborhood or what?

Yasmin said brightly, “We're fine! Calm down, Noura!”

Noura heaved out a shaky sigh as she reached her desk, letting the objects clatter to the tabletop and wincing as Svendsen jumped at the noise. “Sorry” she mouthed, but he only smiled and shook his head, hunching once again over his work.

Yasmin prattled on cheerfully, despite the circumstance, “your little cop boyfriend came with a whole squad of police to evacuate and question us. We're at my cousin's now. He lives in a bougie part of town, you know. It's like a little vacation. We get to enjoy the high life a little while.”

Noura scoffed, “He's not my little cop boyfriend, Yas. I don't...I don't know what he is yet. Besides, don't say it like that, you make it sound like he's a puppy I just adopted. It's weird...”

Yas chucked, and to Noura's surprise, so did Josef Svendsen. Dread hit her as she realized that he might have understood her side of the conversation, which means she might have just gotten herself in some trouble.

She wrapped up the conversation as quickly as possible. “I...uh...I gotta go, Yas. Give my love to Mo...ok...okay...bye.” Noura looked around the office, and exhaled a sigh of relief that she and Svendsen seemed to be the only ones around.

Svendsen put his hands up in surrender, big hazel eyes wide and innocent. “I'm so so sorry, Noura. I wasn't trying to eavesdrop.”

“You...you speak...”

“Yeah...Arabic. But don't worry...”

“Josef, please,” she implored, “Please don't rat me out.”

“Hey,” he said with a wide boyish dimpled grin, “I'm a cop, not a narc!”

She breathed out a nervous laugh, and so did he. Looking him in the eyes sincerely she said, “Thank you. Can I bribe you with some maamoul anyway?”

“Oh shit! I haven't had those in ages. Hmm...maybe cookies and a chat about anything other than this case? My brain is so fried. I need to get out of my own head a little.”

Noura smiled wryly, then took a bite of the pastry. “Yeah, I know that feeling.” She was quick to steer the conversation, hoping it would lead to something other than Magnus Martinsson. “So, how do you know Arabic?”

Josef chewed a bite of his cookie, then dusted the powdered sugar off his crisp dress shirt and pants before answering. Noura always noticed that he dressed well, more sharply and formally than the others and it made an impression.

“My mom was Palestinian...dad is Swedish,” he said wiping his lips.

“Ah okay...” she replied slowly, looking closely at his face for the first time and realizing how hard it would be for anyone to know he was of Middle Eastern decent. He had fair rosy skin, complimented by hair and eyes the color of brown sugar.

He could guess what she was thinking as said softly, thoughtfully, “I know. I have a lot of privilege, looking like this and having a very Swedish sounding name on my passport. It's not fair, but I hope I can use it to help all of us. It's why I'm here.”

“I hope so too,” she said with a sad sigh. “We need all the help we can get. Especially with this.” Noura propped an elbow on his desk and rubbed her temple, then cocked her head and looked him in the eye. “You're a profiler, Josef, what do you see in all this? What's your hunch.”

He chuckled a little, tapping a pencil then pointing it at her. “I'm not used to anyone taking me seriously. Watch out. This might go to my head. And pleaseee Noura,” he whined, “I can't think about this case one more second without having an aneurysm. Distract me. Come on!” He switched to

Arabic, saying, “Now that I know, spill the tea! You and Martinsson, huh? The Price Charming of Ystad. Didn't think he'd be your type. He seems kind of spoiled and preppy, but don't tell him I said that. He is my boss.”

She slapped his arm, entirely ignoring his attempt to rile her about Magnus, though her red cheeks said enough. “Listen, I never said I did take you seriously! For all you know I could be siding with Wallander...thinking that big fancy psychology degree is just horse shit and guessing.”

“Ouch!” he said, chuckling playfully, and she laughed too, relieved to have a brief distraction from bloody footprints and mortal terror.

Just then the door swung open and Magnus and Kurt swung in, winter coats and hair damp from slush and snow. Martinsson scowled at the scene before him, curious with an undercurrent of bristly irritation. He said crisply, in a cold neutral tone, “Harik, may I have a word?

“Of course,” she replied wiping the cookie crumbs and any leftover mirth from her lips as she met him at the door. She was shocked to realize that she suddenly found him intimidating, and it gave her a chill of anxiety, and strangely, arousal. What the hell is wrong with you, Noura!, she thought, scolding herself.

Martinsson stared daggers at Josef, saying with a bit more venom but the same unnerving control, “Sorry to interrupt the cozy slumber party with homicide, Svendsen.”

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beardedhandstoadshark · 3 months

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Y‘know I‘m usually not into shipping at all but, hear me out, TP Link x Hena (fishing pond lady)

No wait come back hear me out

Ok, so. Farmer boy is sad about never being able to see companion again. Country expects him to date the princess and fulfill the fairytale story despite them barely knowing each other and both knowing the city will never be his home. Actual Home Town still expects him to get together with childhood friend like they probably would have if nothing happened, but it did. Both of them changed, but most importantly, by growing into his destiny he outgrew the village. He’s not part of one or the other, but something in between, a wolf trapped behind wooden gates and stone walls. So, Farmer Boy leaves both behind and wanders (hey look it’s the post credit scene)

Riding across the country, searching for something do to, a problems to fix, a new destiny to be fulfilled. Farmer Boy ends up visiting the fishing pond for respite on his travels from time to time, just like it was a save haven during his adventures. Through those meetings, and with more time on his hands than before, they slowly befriend each other over all sorts of different things.

Genuine interest in that rolling game Hena made thats sitting in a corner. Both getting excited whenever Link beats another rolling game level, her making new levels and him beating them turning into a challenge. Oh your brother’s running a small shop at the edge of Faron? No way, my fam lives in Ordon, I even met him. Yea his soup still tastes like shit. Hey you gotta bring me some of that Yeti soup with fish sometime. Yea fishing is pretty cool. Let‘s compare fish notes. Woah that’s some rare guys you’ve got here. What do you mean your predecessor and maybe ancestor also managed to catch that mythically rare fish no one‘s ever seen in decades, that’s wild. Would be funny if we managed to do that too right? Haha, yea, that’s a fun thought. Yea.

Hey what was the price for canoe-fishing with staff supervision again

So they start doing that, but it’s not the right season so they prepare by scouring every lead they can find and Link riding across the country to collect as much info as possible on that fish, meeting in-between to compare and plan and just hang out together and maybe go say the fam and friends hi until summer arrives and they go out together on that canoe every day in hopes that maybe today they’ll finally manage the impossible. And that means more bonding time, during which Soup Brother gets befriended by Ordon villagers through knowing Link and also soup, and they realize that their own family member they haven’t seen in a long time has been doing the best they’ve been in a while thanks to the others‘.

But back to Farm boy and Fish girl, they continue canoe-fishing and bonding, and as the time goes by it becomes clearer that with each passing day they meet less for the fish and more for each other, and sooner than later summer is almost over and they still haven’t caught it. So they sit in that canoe together, maybe it’s even a sunset for that extra cheese if you’re into it, or not, and they go, hey, we had a good time. Promise this won’t be the end? And it won’t be.

…And if you’re up for even more cliche cheese on all that cheesy stuff, maybe right when that conversation happens, the fishing line suddenly gets pulled. Fast. No way?? They look into each other’s eyes and don’t hesitate before grabbing that fishing rod together, pulling as hard as they can, and there it is- the super mythical fish no one’s seen in decades. No way. No way. They got it. They actually- the fish pulls real hard and takes both of them + the canoe with them, swimming back into the pond and leaving them in the water. Ah well, that’s too bad. But now that they know it’s real and here, Link just has to keep coming back here after all so they can try again next summer. So, not that bad after all.

And in the meantime, they can maybe eat some soup with Ordon cheese and rare fish. :)

#legend of Zelda #twilight princess #does this even qualify as a crack ship anymore #i have no idea #crack taken seriously rather #or perhaps even #rare pair #:0 #…it’s very much written with the intention of it not to be taken seriously though so idk #hence the most likely ooc-ness #also sorry River minigame Sister but you’re not important here :(#except for bringing the fish for the yeti soup since it can only be found with the Zōra #…the epilogue of this nonexistent fic is Fish fam eating soup with Ordon fam #IS HENA EVEN HER NAME I FORGOT #it’s some npc‘s name that’s for sure #zelda shitpost #yea…yea let’s go with that

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empressofthesunwriter · 2 years

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The Queens Gambit: The Story

The most powerful piece in chess is the queen.

When this piece joins the game of Duel Monsters anything will change.

With two dragon sisters, a magician and her descendant, the queen will take her rightful place.

As it should have been.

8th Millenniums Items

Reborn!Kisara

Reborn!Mana

Queen!OC

QueenReborn!Oc

RedEyesBlackDragon!OC

Pairings:

Atem/Yami YuugiXOC

Yuugi MutoXOC

Seto KaibaXReborn!Kisara

Author Note: Hey and welcome to now the final and real Queens Gambit Story! :D The snippet collection is over and we dive right in into the Plot of YGO! I have to thank my dear friend Light guardine35 from Qoutev and AO3 for it. She offered to help me with the duels and now, the fanfic who is with me since I was a little girl and changed and transformed over the years can go online! I hope you follow along this ride and don’t forget about The Queen’s Gambit: Prequel, I will still write for it too since it’s Afya’s/Yanara’s backstory, but this FanFic takes priority. Again a huge thanks to Light guardine35 for your help and go and check out her own works! I think I can talk for both of us to say, to enjoy this story! And now on to it!

Chapter 1: Happy 15th Birthday!

On the day of her 15th birthday, Sehrazat Faizan woke up like any other school day.

More asleep than awake and with a groan.

She didn’t care that today was also her birthday, it was too earlier!

Why does school start this earlier? That was inhuman!

The dark blue-haired girl put her pillow over her head.

Any minute now Kihana would storm her room and drag her out of bed. She loved her best friend, but these were times when she wished Kihana and her family would live in their own house.

…Yeah, Sehrazat didn’t think that would stop Kihana either.

There!

She heard the familiar boom of her door opening and wanted to cry.

Today was her birthday, even a special one in her family, so why couldn’t she stay at home and sleep?

Fuck, school!

“Rise and shine, your highness!”, sing-songend Kihana. She couldn’t be normal. Who was that happy, at this time?! “Today is your birthday, happy birthday my dear Sehra!”

Aww, at least this was cute.

It stopped being cute when Kihana gripped her blanket and left her in the cold morning air.

Sehrazat hissed like an angry cat and rolled herself into a ball.

Cold, way too cold!

Why were mornings so cold in Domino? How she missed the warm mornings in Lisabon!

Kihanan just tutted at her. The white-haired girl with the bluest eyes Sehrazat had ever seen was merciless. She gripped one of her arms and just let her fall to the floor!

“Hey, what was that for!”, Sehrazat shrieked offended.

The floor was even colder!

Kihana put her hands on her waist.

She was already wearing the Domino High School Uniform, her long white hair perfectly groomed into a ponytail, decent make-up which made her blue eye even more pop and her white porcelain skin glowing healthily.

“That’s the only way to wake you up, Sehrazat and you know it. We do this five times a week.”, reminds her Kihana.

Making a face Sehrazat stood up and has to control herself to make a worse face. She still reached only under Kihana’s breast.

Why was her best friend tall like a supermodel and she was small like a child?

They were now the same age, so unfair!

Only Sadiye, Kihana’s younger sister, was smaller than her! And that was because she really was a ten-year-old child.

Again, so unfair.

Pouting she followed Kihana to the dining room, where both their mom’s already were with little Sadiye eating breakfast.

Even if they all lived in Japan now, they still had a more wester-styled breakfast. With pancakes, cornflakes, bacon, and eggs, you name it.

That didn’t mean none of them had tasted the local cuisine.

For example, Sehrazat loved Ramen like she was Naruto from the same named Manga, but sometimes you needed a bit home.

They were all original from Egpyt, but Rahila, Kihana, and Sadiye’s mom, and her own mother Amira grow up in London, England.

Sehrazat’s Grandmother still lives there, like Kihana and Sadiye’s Grandparents.

Besides Rahila and Kihana, who were white-passing, all of them were black.

Sadiye was the first to note them.

“Happy Birthday, Sehra!”, shouted the ten-year-old, which gripped the attention of the two older women.

Her mother smiled and stood up from her sit. She opened her arms for her.

“Good morning, my little princess, and happy, happy birthday!”

Still tired Sehrazat let herself fall into her mother’s embrace. Ah, nothing to rise her spirits like her mama’s hugs! She was warm and smelled, like always after jasmine and sandalwood. Comforting and homey.

“Happy Birthday, your highness. Now you are finally 15.”, said Rahila to her and Sehrazat felt how her head was patted.

“Thanks aunty Rahila.”

They all sit down at the table and Amira signs wistfully.

“15 years already…I can’t believe time flew so fast. It was like yesterday you wear this tiny and I could pick up you whenever I wanted.”

“She still IS tiny!”, joked Sadiye and grinned at her.

Sehrazat looked at her angrily and bit into her pancake.

Kihana tutted her little sister, who shrugged her shoulders.

Sadly it was true.

Didn’t mean like Sehrazat liked to hear that.

“And you can still pick her up Amira.”, reminded Rahila.

Thanks, aunty!

Sehrazat bit harder into her pancake.

“You know what I mean.”, said Amira and then turned to her daughter. “Don’t forget, today IS a special birthday. Now you will be the Keeper.”

It took Sehrazat any amount of strength to not roll her eyes.

Ah, yes, she became now the Keeper of the mysterious Millennium Fragment which was in possession of her family since the times of the great pharaohs.

She never even saw that thing, because her mother keep it in a little golden box with Hieroglyphs written on it.

But nearly anyone treated it like it was something sacred.

Holy!

The dark blue-haired girl thought personally that it was too much. It was just some jewelry.

Yes, really old jewelry, but jewelry.

There was nothing special about it.

Or let’s say better she didn’t want to believe the stories her mother and grandmother told her.

They were just too crazy!

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEHRA-CHAN!”

Sehrazat and Kihana flinched at the loud shout and the birthday girl couldn’t even look as fast, as Maja, the third in their friend group, launched herself at her and hugged her tight.

The blue-haired girl couldn’t even respond, since Maja’s hug was so strong that it squeezed the air out of her lungs.

“Maja-Chan, let Sehra breath, she is turning blue!”, came Kihana to her rescue.

The brown-haired girl let her go with an ups, but Sehrazat would have nearly fallen on the ground if Kihana and Maja didn’t catch her.

“I’m so sorry, Sehra-Chan!”, whined Maja, while Kihana checked on her.

Sehrazat just made a thumbs-up.

She could feel how nearly everyone in the schoolyard was looking at them.

Like always.

Maja was consistently over the top with her affection, but that’s why she and Kihana loved the other black girl.

The three were a bit infamous in Domino High, the only black girls, even if Kihana was white-passing and Maja half-Japanese, and their morning routine got them even more attention.

After Sehrazat could breathe again, Maja handed her a little gift box.

“Here is your birthday present, my dear Sehra-Chan. I hope you like it!”

“Thanks, Maja, that’s so nice of you.”, told her Sehrazat smiling.

Maja grinnend and rubbed her nose.

Kihana looked at her as she unwrapped her gift. A small gasp left her lips.

“Dark Magician Girl and Magical Hats! I searched for them everywhere, where did you find them?!”, shouted the birthday girl happily.

How long she had wanted these two cards for her deck of Duel Monster? She couldn’t remember and Maja found them and gifted them to her.

“Aww, makes me happy you are so happy! I found them in a cute little card shop named Kame Shop. The old grandpa who owns it was nice and he has a lot of good cards.”, explained Maja, rocking back and forth with her hands behind her back.

“We need to totally visit it!”, decides Sehrazat.

Maja raised a fist in the air and shouted a loud yeah!

“But not today.”, came Kihana, the voice of reason in their group. “You know how important your 15th birthday is Sehra. Our moms expect us back after school, no improvised trips.”

Both Sehrazat and Maja let out a gloomy sound and slouched over. Sadly Kihana was right.

The brunette was the first to gather herself.

“Is this again some of your guys’ weird family tradition? Reminds me of my Obaa-Chan and her demand that we always have Mochi after dinner.”, said Maja.

“Eh, you could say.”, answered Sehrazat.

It was forbidden to tell outsiders about their family affairs, even if Sehrazat didn’t believe one bit and would like to tell Maja, she respected this rule. Also, Kihana was there and would give her a headbutt if she told a thing.

Other than her Kihana believes this shit.

Sehrazat wonders sometimes if she was the weird one in her family or if the others were all the weird ones.

Stupid ancient jewelry and its stupid ancient legend around it.

It was then that the school clock sounded, meaning it was time to get to their classroom.

The three girl pals hocked their arms with each other and followed the long line of their school- and classmates into the building.

The school day was too fast over in Sehrazat eyes. Normally she would be happy, but she threaded what would her await home.

She so doesn’t want to participate in that superstition of her family, yet she didn’t have a choice.

So she had to say goodbye to Maja and follow Kihana home.

Arrived there her mother reminded her that they would go out for dinner today and then the ceremony would take place.

So she had to dress nicely.

Her mother had bought her extra a pretty white dress, with it she should wear her best golden jewelry.

After a shower and dressing up Sehrazat had to let out a sign.

She looked like a modern version of an ancient Egyptian princess…she really hoped no one she knew saw her like this.

Well, at least she wasn’t the only one. Her mother looked like a modern Egyptian queen, while aunty Rahila, Kihana, and Sadiye looked like priestesses.

Besides her little Sadiye whined to her mother that she wanted to wear her favorite red dress, she know the stories too, but she seemed only to half believe them.

Yet Rahila didn’t give her a choice and so not only Sadiye pouted, Sehrazat did it too.

Her mother tutted her and so she tried to smile.

At least they would eat well before the whole weird shit happened.

Since Sehrazat’s favorite food was Pasta, they would eat out in the best Italian restaurant in Domino.

The food, of course, was delicious and as her birthday cake came out, made out of chocolate and vanilla and everyone in the restaurant sang happy birthday to her, the birthday girl forgot for a second what would await her home.

Then it was time for her presents.

From Rahila she got the new CD from her favorite J-Pop Idol Mimi Kawaii! It was even a special edition, with an autograph and an exclusive poster.

From Sadiye she got a self-drawn book, with drawings of her and Sadiye having adventures together. Also, she gifted her a Kuriboh card, which was adorable since Sadiye used her own money to buy it. Everyone cooed at her.

From Kihana, who had a passion for sewing, she got a self-made bag with a large D and M on it for Duel Monster and a new card holder.

From her mama, she got a new dress in her favorite color gold which sparkled like the sun, with fitting shoes and new earrings, and a necklace.

Her granny had sent her money, which her mother gave her.

Sehrazat already know she would buy some new Duel Monsters cards from it.

All in all an awesome birthday.

If it wasn’t for one thing remaining.

“Long ago when the pyramids were still young, the great pharaoh played a game filled with obscure magic. These were the shadow games. But these Shadow Games erupted into a war that threatened to destroy the entire world. Until a brave and powerful pharaoh locked the magic away, imprisoning it within the mystical Millennium Items. His name we don’t know, he is only now as the Nameless Pharaoh.”, told Amira the story Sehrazat had heard 100 times or so.

She had to keep herself from yawing.

This was important.

Oh well, for her mama.

She just wanted to get over it.

They were back home. Currently in their dining room where now the table and chairs were missing and a little altar was placed. On it was a statue of the goddess Isis, lotus blossoms and the famous golden box of her mother.

Rahila with her daughter stood at the side, and beside Sadiye who seemed to wish to be somewhere else, listen to attentive Amira's words.

Amira stood beside the altar and Sehrazat was standing before her.

God, it sounds like they had a cult meeting or something similar. People would call them crazy if they saw them. Thankful the curtains on the window were closed and the room was illuminated by a lot of candles.

“The Nameless Pharaoh had a wife. This wife born our ancestor, the founder of the Faizan family.”, continue Amira. “The great queen gave her daughter a duty that till this day we handle. She gave us the 8th Millenium Item, the Fragment, which belonged only to the queens of Egypt. Sehrazat.”

Oh, dear.

She looked at her mother, who had raised her hands like a prayer, which made this even more sound like a cult meeting, and tried to stay impassive.

Even if she just wanted to go to bed.

“Sehrazat, my dear daughter. For thousands of years, we protect the Millenium Fragment from outer forces who want to use its power for evil. From mother to daughter, when reached the age of 15 the keepsake gets passed down. Now it’s your turn.”

Amira took the golden box in her hands and Sehrazat nearly forgot to hold her hands open, so her mother could place the box in them.

“You will keep it safe till it’s your turn to pass it down to your daughter or when the time will come that its power it’s needed again, then the great queen, our ancestor, told us one day the world would need it again the power of the Millenium Fragment. Fulfill your duty to our family, our bloodline, as all the other daughters before you.”

“I will, mother.”, she responded and stared at the box which was now hers.

So that was it?

Yeah, of course, nothing strange happened.

It was just a box with jewelry.

Nothing more.

At least this ceremony was over now.

Sehrazat was freshly showered and wearing her PJs as she retired to her room for the night. Yawning she closed the door after her.

Well, this birthday was over, she got cool gifts, had an awesome time with her family, eat well and now was the Keeper of a shiny little box.

The Box with the Millenium Item was sitting on her Vanity Mirror where she had it placed before taking her shower.

She frowned at the thing.

Till she had a daughter and she was 15, she had to keep an eye on it. Yeah, she could imagine more fun activities.

Stupid family tradition.

The blue-haired girl bet some of her ancestors got conned with this thing and the story and made anybody believe it to this day.

Well, she surely wouldn’t.

Mumbling to herself about stupid shiny boxes, she sat down on her bed and reached for her deck. She wanted to put the new cards in it and then in the cardholder, Kihana had made for her.

Just…something was bugging her.

She couldn’t explain it. It was something in the deeps of her mind. Something like a whisper.

Something said deep in herself to look at what was in the box.

Frowning she placed her deck on her bedside table and took the shiny box from the Vanity Mirror to her bed. She crossed her arms and sat before it.

“So, now what? Stupid shiny old box, what is so special about you?”, she said to herself.

Meanwhile, a storm was forming with lightning and thunder, and howling wind.

The blue-haired girl took the box in her hand and opened it. There laid this Millennium Fragment.

It was golden, tear-dropped formed with a big eye of Horus staring right into her soul.

She admitted it looked really…ancient.

And the eye was creeping her out.

“So you are the Millenium Fragment, heh?”, was she really talking to jewelry? What had gotten into her? “What is so special about you?”

To demonstrate, herself and anybody else Sehrazat decide to break the rule about not wearing the jewelry.

It was just a story.

She took it out of the box.

It was just a story.

The box was placed on her bed.

It was just a story.

Lighting illuminated its surface and reflected on it ominously.

It was just a story!

Sehrazat took all her courage and put it on.

Her heart beat so fast, that she could feel and hear it. Sweat has broken out on her body, but it was done.

The Millenium Fragment hung now from her throat.

The storm outside got more intensive.

“Heh, that’s it?”, she said with a wobbly voice. “It’s really just-“

The teenager couldn’t even end her sentence as some kind of energy flowed through her being. A golden eye appeared on her forehead and she throws her head back in a silent scream.

If someone saw this he wouldn’t believe his eyes, but the girl seemed to grow taller, her body taking more womanly curves, her hair reaching her bottom and her eyes becoming shaper.

Her mouth closed and she slowly put her head again forward.

She blinked her eyes a few times and raised an elegant eyebrow as she looked around the room.

“Well, this…this is surprising.”, Sehrazat or not said in a melodious sinful voice who belonged to a woman and not a young girl.

She raised her hand to look at it, studying it.

“Really surprising.”

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The Problem of Livestock

I am sixty-one. I've been vegetarian for roughly sixteen years and ultimately moving towards veganism.

Things I’ve noticed over the years: being told...

“I couldn’t give up the taste of *bacon” [*insert your meat of choice].

“It’s traditional for humans to eat livestock”.

“We have to eat meat for nutritional reasons.”

“I only eat organic meat, so that’s OK”.

“What about all this natural countryside, how would it be maintained without livestock to graze it?”

“I don’t give a sh*t mate, I’ll be long dead before the effects kick in.”

“Animals are on this earth for our consumption.”

“It happens in nature, other animals do it so it’s natural.”

The list goes on, I’ll stop there for now. We’ll despatch them one-by-one later.

(Some of) My Backstory:

I initially gave up meat consumption not because of its detrimental environmental and ecological effects but for ethical reasons. I'd been brought up in a rural community in the Scottish Western Isles where it was simply an accepted fact that people raised certain animals solely for the purpose of killing and eating them: they were “put on this earth by God for human consumption”. That's just the way it was and any seeming cruelty in the process was unfortunately unavoidable.

Unlike in urban areas, an upbringing in a crofting or farming environment means that the methods and processes of meat production cannot be hidden from a growing youth for long, although attempts were made not to immediately destroy the jolly farmer with his trusty collie, springing lambs, happily grazing cows and snuffling curly-tailed piglet images of the pretty books distributed in primary (elementary) school.

Around about the age of seven or eight I became aware that the male sheep, often a two-year old pet, pegged on a short rope-leash behind the house would have mysteriously disappeared the following day and a mutton carcass reciprocally appear hanging in the shed. It didn't take long for a curious kid to put two and two together. I remember being given permission to go out back on several occasions thereafter to hug and say goodbye to another soon-to-be-ex-pet. In fact, all our sheep were pets - they all had names.

But that's the way things were in the world.

In my late teens my father became too ill to help in the slaughter of the animals. It's a two-man job: one to hold the beast still on the bench and the other to wield the knife - normally there would be one or two men in each village proficient in the task. You might be surprised to realise how many crofters raising these animals for slaughter didn't have the stomach for the ultimate job. Another practice was that the eldest son stepped in when the father wasn't able to. That was me.

I still get traumatic flashbacks.

So that’s where I’m coming from. Twenty-seven years later I took the first step in righting some of those wrongs.

And here are the proofs that ditching the past-its-sell-buy-date livestock industry is the only logical, sustainable and ethical way to go:

NOTE: The following quotations are taken from the United Nations: Livestock’s Long Shadow: Environmental Issues and Options/ Executive Summary. The full report can be found here.

Quote 1: Livestock Impact

“The livestock sector emerges as one of the top two or three most significant contributors to the most serious environmental problems, at every scale from local to global. The findings of this report suggest that it should be a major policy focus when dealing with problems of land degradation, climate change and air pollution, water shortage and water pollution and loss of biodiversity. Livestock’s contribution to environmental problems is on a massive scale and its potential contribution to their solution is equally large. The impact is so significant that it needs to be addressed with urgency. Major reductions in impact could be achieved at reasonable cost.”

Quote 2: Vast Projected Increase in Global Meat Demand

“Growing populations and incomes, along with changing food preferences, are rapidly increasing demand for livestock products, while globalization is boosting trade in livestock inputs and products. Global production of meat is projected to more than double from 229 million tonnes in 1999/01 to 465 million tonnes in 2050, and that of milk to grow from 580 to 1 043 million tonnes. The environmental impact per unit of livestock production must be cut by half, just to avoid increasing the level of damage beyond its present level.”

Quote 3: Structural Changes & Their Consequences

“Extensive grazing still occupies and degrades vast areas of land; though there is an increasing trend toward intensification and industrialization. Livestock production is shifting geographically, first from rural areas to urban and peri-urban, to get closer to consumers, then towards the sources of feedstuff, whether these are feedcrop areas, or transport and trade hubs where feed is imported. There is also a shift of species, with production of monogastric species (pigs and poultry, mostly produced in industrial units) growing rapidly, while the growth of ruminant production (cattle, sheep and goats, often raised extensively) slows. Through these shifts, the livestock sector enters into more and direct competition for scarce land, water and other natural resources. These changes are pushing towards improved efficiency, thus reducing the land area required for livestock production. At the same time, they are marginalizing smallholders and pastoralists, increasing inputs and wastes and increasing and concentrating the pollution created. Widely dispersed non-point sources of pollution are ceding importance to point sources that create more local damage but are more easily regulated.”

Quote 4: Atmosphere & Climate Impacts

“The livestock sector is a major player, responsible for 18 percent of greenhouse gas emissions measured in CO2 equivalent. This is a higher share than transport. The livestock sector accounts for 9 percent of anthropogenic CO2 emissions. The largest share of this derives from land-use changes –especially deforestation – caused by expansion of pastures and arable land for feedcrops. Livestock are responsible for much larger shares of some gases with far higher potential to warm the atmosphere. The sector emits 37 percent of anthropogenic methane (with 23 times the global warming potential (GWP) of CO2) most of that from enteric fermentation by ruminants. It emits 65 percent of anthropo-genic nitrous oxide (with 296 times the GWP of CO2), the great majority from manure. Live-stock are also responsible for almost two-thirds (64 percent) of anthropogenic ammonia emissions, which contribute significantly to acid rain and acidification of ecosystems. This high level of emissions opens up large opportunities for climate change mitigation through livestock actions. Intensification – in terms of increased productivity both in livestock production and in feedcrop agriculture – can reduce greenhouse gas emissions from deforestation and pasture degradation. In addition, restoring historical losses of soil carbon through conservation tillage, cover crops, agroforestry and other measures could sequester up to 1.3 tonnes of carbon per hectare per year, with additional amounts available through restoration of desertified pastures. Methane emissions can be reduced through improved diets to reduce enteric fermentation, improved manure management and biogas – which also provide renewable energy. Nitrogen emissions can be reduced through improved diets and manure management.“

Quote 5: Impact on Fresh Water

“The world is moving towards increasing problems of freshwater shortage, scarcity and depletion, with 64 percent of the world’s population expected to live in water-stressed basins by 2025. The livestock sector is a key player in increasing water use, accounting for over 8 percent of global human water use, mostly for the irrigation of feedcrops. It is probably the largest sectoral source of water pollution, contributing to eutrophication, “dead” zones in coastal areas, degradation of coral reefs, human health problems, emergence of antibiotic resistance and many others. The major sources of pollution are from animal wastes, antibiotics and hormones, chemicals from tanneries, fertilizers and pesticides used for feedcrops, and sediments from eroded pastures. Global figures are not available but in the United States, with the world’s fourth largest land area, livestock are responsible for an estimated 55 percent of erosion and sediment, 37 percent of pesticide use, 50 percent of antibiotic use, and a third of the loads of nitrogen and phosphorus into freshwater resources. Livestock also affect the replenishment of freshwater by compacting soil, reducing infiltration, degrading the banks of watercourses, drying up floodplains and lowering water tables. Livestock’s contribution to deforestation also increases runoff and reduces dry season flows.“

Quote 6: Impact on Biodiversity

“We are in an era of unprecedented threats to biodiversity. The loss of species is estimated to be running 50 to 500 times higher than background rates found in the fossil record. Fifteen out of 24 important ecosystem services are assessed to be in decline. Livestock now account for about 20 percent of the total terrestrial animal biomass, and the 30 percent of the earth’s land surface that they now pre-empt was once habitat for wildlife. Indeed, the livestock sector may well be the leading player in the reduction of biodiversity, since it is the major driver of deforestation, as well as one of the leading drivers of land degradation, pollution, climate change, overfishing, sedimentation of coastal areas and facilitation of invasions by alien species. In addition, resource conflicts with pastoralists threaten species of wild predators and also protected areas close to pastures. Meanwhile in developed regions, especially Europe, pastures had become a location of diverse long-established types of ecosystem, many of which are now threatened by pasture abandonment. Some 306 of the 825 terrestrial ecoregions identified by the Worldwide Fund for Nature (WWF) – ranged across all biomes and all biogeographical realms, reported livestock as one of the current threats. Conservation International has identified 35 global hotspots for biodiversity, characterized by exceptional levels of plant endemism and serious levels of habitat loss. Of these, 23 are reported to be affected by livestock production. An analysis of the authoritative World Conservation Union (IUCN) Red List of Threatened Species shows that most of the world’s threatened species are suffering habitat loss where livestock are a factor. Since many of livestock’s threats to biodiversity arise from their impact on the main resource sectors (climate, air and water pollution, land degradation and deforestation), major options for mitigation are detailed in those sections. There is also scope for improving pastoralists’ interactions with wildlife and parks and raising wildlife species in livestock enterprises. Reduction of the wildlife area pre-empted by livestock can be achieved by intensification. Protection of wild areas, buffer zones, conservation easements, tax credits and penalties can increase the amount of land where biodiversity conservation is prioritized. Efforts should extend more widely to integrate livestock production and producers into landscape management.“

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Creator Spotlight #12: payback16

Welcome back to the TWW Author Spotlight! For every spotlight, we’ll ask each featured author the same ten questions (as well as questions you submitted on Twitter!). This week, we’re so pleased to be chatting with @fleetwoodsnacc_ (Twitter) also known as payback16 on AO3!

1) What are your top 5 desert island fics by other authors?

Running by andyoureturntome is not only the best fic I’ve ever read but one of the best pieces of fiction I’ve ever read. https://archiveofourown.org/works/33527536/chapters/83304307

In This World by little-zigzags is post-Gaza the way it should have been done. https://little-zigzags.livejournal.com/5414.html#cutid1

we belong to you and me by perfect_little_fool is one of the hottest J/D fics ever. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27034612

where the oleander grows by Kairach is the most beautiful, poetic soulmate au. https://archiveofourown.org/works/27211249/chapters/66468748

please linger near the door by cmbing is the s5 secret relationship fic of my dreams. https://archiveofourown.org/works/24616606

2) Do you have a favorite character to write? Favorite ship(s) to write? Are there characters or ships you'd like to write more of?

Unsurprisingly, my favorite ship to write is Josh/Donna. When it comes to the characters I enjoy writing both of them almost equally, in different ways for different reasons. I would really like to write some CJ/Toby and have had an idea in my head for months that I hope finds its way out of me eventually.

3) Tell us about your writing process (setup/location? Night or day? Snacks/beverages? Computer/phone/notebook? Music or silence? Anything else you want to share is welcome!)

I don’t have much of a process when it comes to writing, it’s usually just whenever the inspiration strikes, which means I often have long dry spells. However, one ritual I have is that I always listen to music while I’m writing. Also, I do the bulk of my writing on a laptop, but sometimes certain lines, sentences, paragraphs, etc. will pop into my head at random moments and get saved in my notes app. I don’t set a time goal for my writing either, I know it’s time to stop when I start to hate every sentence I’m writing.

4) What writing advice do you have for others who may be reading this?

Every single writer has something valuable and unique to offer. Write to your individual strengths and don’t think you have to do what someone else is doing.

5) From where do you usually draw your inspiration? (Other forms of media, music, tropes, etc?)

I draw most of my inspiration from the source material itself, moments that I wanted to see more of or storylines that felt underdeveloped. Music is also a big source of inspiration for me and has given me more ideas than I can count. With Josh/Donna specifically a lot of my inspiration comes from wanting to see them have the happiness and peace that we only finally got a taste of in the series finale.

6) What is the fic you've written that you're most proud of and why?

Since I’ve written for multiple fandoms the fic I’m most proud of overall is actually an X-Files fic. But for TWW I would say it’s ‘i knew it from the very first moment’ (https://archiveofourown.org/works/39226530) because I typically struggle with pre-established relationship fic, capturing all the pining and unresolved sexual tension, but I thought I did a good job with that in this one.

7) What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd read 1000 of? What's the fic trope/concept/AU you'd write 1000 of?

I am not a huge tropes person because I really like the characters to be in situations that feel very true to them and not all tropes fit all ships while staying in character. However, I will read almost any One Bed Trope fic for any ship. The nerves, the falling asleep facing away and then waking up cuddling, the pretending to still be asleep so they can stay like that for longer. I eat it up with a spoon.

8) Is there anything you'd like to try writing-wise that you haven't yet?

I’ve written multi-chapters for other fandoms but never for TWW and I would really like to. I’d also like to write something very canon divergent. I might have an idea in the works that combines the two…

9) What's your go-to Starbucks/coffee shop/other drink order?

I usually keep it pretty simple with an iced oat milk latte.

10) Do you have any current projects you'd like to promote or anything upcoming you'd like to tell us about?

So I have like a dozen drafts in various stages of completion and no idea when they’ll be finished or in what order as I am completely at the mercy of my brain’s whims. But look out for some more present day J/D, some Midnights-inspired fic, and the aforementioned canon divergent multi-chapter coming soon, hopefully!!! *fingers-crossed*

Submitted questions:

From @mlea7675: How long have you been involved in the fandom, and what got you into it?

I first attempted to watch TWW in August 2020, but only got 3 or 4 episodes in before I jumped ship. Then in February of this year two of my friends convinced me to give it another chance. By the end of In Excelsius Deo I was hooked. But I didn’t ‘join the fandom’ until I was in season 5 or 6 of my watch, mostly because I wanted to experience the show for the first time myself with minimal spoilers and without the influence of others’ thoughts or opinions. But I’m glad that I did eventually find my way into the fandom :)

From @S4MWILS0N: fave tww season, ep, character, and ship ? ep that you think is underrated ? funniest and saddest canon moments? funniest and saddest fics you’ve ever read ? character you'd most like to meet? plotline you wish got more attention? plotline you wish never happened ? best one liner?

Okay rapid fire! Faves: Season 2, 17 People, Josh, Josh/Donna. Underrated ep: Stackhouse Filibuster. Funniest canon moment: the time zones scene in 20 Hours in America. Saddest canon moment: Leo’s death. Character I’d most like to meet: either Josh or CJ. Plot I wish got more attention: Donna’s mental health post-Gaza (see below.) TOBY AS THE LEAK NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. TOBY DEADBEAT DAD NEVER SHOULD HAVE HAPPENED. POST-SORKIN TOBY DESERVED BETTER. Best One Liner: “Can we HAVE a civilization?”

From @JessBakesCakes: Top 3 Donna Moss looks? Top 3 Josh Lyman looks?

Okay this is hard because all of their looks are *fire-emoji*. For Josh I’m gonna go with Debate Camp Josh, Basketball Josh, and 17 People sweater and jeans and forearms Josh. I’m a simple girl. As for Donna, the last scene of The Cold wavy hair, pink cheeks, flirty smile is god tier; the Dead Irish Writers pink dress is a classic; and the Indiana State sweatshirt, frizzy hair 20 Hours in America look is the softest.

From @thefinestmuffin: do you have a favorite headcanon to share (horny or non-horny)?

My favorite headcanon is that CJ/Toby hooked up on and off all throughout the series and no one can tell me otherwise. Also all my post-series Josh headcanons are deeply personal to me because that’s the man we didn’t really get to see on screen but I know he is capable of being.

From @thehellisl: yay!! okay if you could rewrite any JD scene (or arc) in canon, which would it be and why?

POST-GAZA ARC. There was no excuse for the way Josh let her down after they came back from Germany. Also the fact that Kate Harper was literally the only one to offer Donna any real support, despite being the person who knew her the least, was deeply disappointing. Donna deserved better and also on a deeper level it bothered me that male characters got full episodes or arcs dedicated to their mental health, but Donna did not.

From @sinistercherubs: what’s your dream bottle episode plot for tww? anything you desire, nothing is stopping them.

I would have loved an early season episode with all the senior staff (and Donna) just out at a bar together. Like give me an hour of nothing but CJ beating everyone at pool and Sam being terrible at darts and too many tequila shots and Josh’s sensitive system and if Josh and Donna snuck off to kiss a little, well who am I to deny that?

From @joshlymanhot: what’s the one fic you would want to see actually made into the show

RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING RUNNING. DID I MENTION RUNNING?

Thanks again to j for chatting with us this week, and thanks to everyone who asked questions. If you’d like to be featured in a future creator spotlight, dm us here or on twitter, or send an email to [email protected]!

xx, What’s next?

#the west wing #west wing #tww #tww fandom #tww fic recs #creator spotlight #josh lyman #donna moss #josh x donna #cj cregg #toby ziegler #cj x toby #kate harper #sam seaborn

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