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neondiamond · 9 months

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🐚 Recently Read Fics - August 2023 🐚

These are all the amazing fics I read over the past month (from shortest to longest). Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to show the authors your appreciation if you read any of these! 🤍

🐚 Ice, Ice, Baby by @beelou (1k,

Figure skater Harry takes Louis out on the ice for the first time

🐚 You don’t have to say, “I love you,” to say I love you by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (1k, T)

Louis can’t find his damn sweater.

And it’s not like he doesn’t have other sweaters, he does. In fact, he might have somewhat of a sweater problem, because he fears an avalanche of hoodies every time he opens his wardrobe. They’re comfy and warm and he likes tucking his hands inside the sleeves.

He could grab any other sweater but he wants this sweater. It’s his favourite sweater and it’s a little bit faded and worn out, but that makes it extra cosy. And after getting rained on on the way home from uni, he feels like he deserves a bit of comfort. His plan had been to shower, put on his favourite sweater, make himself some tea, and curl up on the couch with the cat, since Zayn won’t be home til late.

🐚 spoon time by @wecantalktomorrow (2k, NR)

There was nothing going on between them outside of the normal bro-pal-laddy-dude things every other set of best friends did. All sets of best friends did things like this. You know, hanging out every day, staying up late, and chatting until the wee hours which usually ended up as a sleepover and bed-sharing. There is nothing going on between them.

That is what Harry was going to keep telling himself and everyone around them, anyway because it is the truth, after all.

🐚 a ton of things we have yet to do by @red-pandaaa (3k, T)

Louis falls during a polo game, Harry is concerned, and in the end they’re both okay

🐚 Meet In A Minute At The Rendezvous by @loveislarryislove (3k, E)

Harry and Louis' sons are on rival high school football teams. And whenever they play each other, Harry and Louis sneak off to hook up in the restrooms after halftime. They've never been caught yet -- and if they were, it's anyone's guess whether people would be more scandalized by what they're doing or who they're doing it with.

When their sons are injured on the field, Niall comes to find them.

🐚 the “Falling” series by @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed (4k, T)

“Is this yours or mine?” Harry holds up a CD, and Louis swallows back something bitter, something that he can feel jittering all the way down to his fingertips.

“Ours,” he says quietly. Don’t you remember, he wants to ask. “Gems gave it to us, for that roadtrip.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I guess it’s yours then, considering she’s your sister.”

Harry looks like he wants to say something but thinks better of it, and just nods, putting the CD in a box that’s filled with all kinds of knick knacks from their bedroom.

Or, no. Louis supposes it is his bedroom now. Or will be, after today.

🐚 The President and His Captain by @tommokat (5k, T)

Childhood best friends turn boyfriends Harry and Louis have kept their relationship quiet for almost a year now, so when Harry's basketball coach enforces a no dating rule for the season, they should have no problem sticking to that rule. Right?

🐚 Let The Ocean Worry About Being Blue by @greenblueish (5k, E)

In a society where young adults go through the so-called Colour Test which determines their affiliation to a Colour - Blue, Yellow, Red or Green - and thus where they'll live, work and socialise for the rest of their lives, Harry is finally about to take the Test. Born and raised in Yellow, he met his boyfriend when he was still a teenager - against the government's recommendation. Louis, however, changed from Yellow to Blue two years ago. The problem: Harry needs to receive a Blue Test result as well, because a relationship between two people who live in different Colours is forbidden.

🐚 If That’s All It Was by @galacticlarry (6k, M)

Harry and Louis are in a long term relationship and are planning to get married. When they end up having to go long distance for a year, things start getting progressively harder to deal with and they ultimately put an end to their relationship.

What happens when they meet again after a few months and all of their unresolved feelings bubble up?

🐚 The Heart’s Home by @homosociallyyours (10k, T)

Louis is alone in the world, working long hours at a restaurant job that barely pays his bills, when he's roped into helping his bosses with a scheme. All he has to do is guard the special catch they've brought in, the one that they expect will bring them unbelievable wealth. But there's a problem: the creature they've caught is definitely half human, with the heart and soul of a human and the voice of an angel. Louis knows immediately that he can't let this mer-squid, Harry, become a wealthy person's dinner. As they spend more time together, growing ever closer, Louis realizes that he's got to find a way to get Harry back to his home-- the sea --even if the thought of losing him hurts and doing it means risking everything.

🐚 Not Safe For Work by @greenblueish (23k, E)

the one where the boys work at Niall's fashion start-up 28 Programme Designs, and omega Louis has a lot of not safe for work thoughts about his colleague Harry, but little does he know that the alpha can read minds.

🐚 Catching a Partner by @berzerkshires (25k, M)

This documentary follows the story of two people who fell in love in the last place you'd expect. Louis is a detective at the Boston Police Department investigating a trail of recent murders. Harry is the latest victim who survived an attempted murder and is sent to live at a safe house with Detective Tomlinson as the killer is still at large.

This is their story.

🐚 We Don’t Need No Piece of Paper (From the City Clerk) by @2tiedships2 (26k, M)

Harry sat on his bed and stared at the pile of luggage by the door. This was really happening. He was being shipped off to America to get married.

In a matter of months, he would be bonded to an alpha his father had chosen for him. Someone that Harry knew nothing about. Not even his name.

🐚 Wind beneath my wings by @lunarheslwt (93k, E)

As an omega carer that works at a rescue and rehabilitation centre for feral alphas and omegas, Louis has experienced all sides of ferality. So Harry- a cold, near mute, non-receptive alpha- was a challenging case for everyone at Phoenix Rehab Centre. Louis wasn’t expecting to feel drawn towards an aloof Harry, or to form a slow bond with him. He certainly was not expecting for his entire life to change in unforeseen ways.

#28th appreciation #monthly recs #fic rec #tracksintheam

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artificial-absinthe · 10 days

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Another word that has been misused for so long online that no longer seems to resonate with depth is PLATONIC. Many of you are using the word incorrectly, like synonymous of casual friends or something of the like when it is this:

pla•ton•ic/pləˈtɑnɪk, pleɪ-/adj.

Philosophy. Of or relating to a close relationship between two persons that lacks sexual involvement:platonic love.

Pla•ton•ic (plə ton′ik, plā-),adj.

Philosophy of, pertaining to, or characteristic of Plato or his doctrines: the Platonic philosophy of ideal forms.

Philosophy pertaining to, involving, or characterized by Platonic love as a striving toward love of spiritual or ideal beauty.

Philosophy(usually l.c.) purely spiritual; free from sensual desire, esp. in a relationship between two persons of the opposite sex.

(usually l.c.) feeling or professing platonic love: he insisted that he was completely platonic in his admiration.

Greek Platōnikós, equivalent. to Platōn-, stem of Plátōn Plato + -ikos, -ic

Latin Platōnicus

1525–35

Pla•ton′i•cal•ly, adv.

Collins Concise English Dictionary © HarperCollins Publishers::

Platonic /pləˈtɒnɪk/adj

of or relating to Plato or his teachings

(often not capital) free from physical desire: Platonic love

As you see it comes from Plato philosophy, therefore it can be anything but shallow and simple. Please use it as it's meant, I cannot endure another of my favorite words losing depth like Romantic (from romanticism) was eviscerated.

#Language my beloved language #What will become of you?#;_;#Platonic #Is not that #Please refer to old dictionaries and ethimology before using and spreading a word #Also do not make assumptions based on context online #Would you?#Today in Posts only I care about:#This time sadly #Language my love being ripped apart uu

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withoutyouimsaskia · 2 years

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Remember Me, Special Dreams

Part XIII.

GIF: Originally posted by @kaneshiro-takeshi

Summary: Self-insert. You're having trouble with recurring night terrors and Morpheus pays you a visit. (Title from the lyrics of Placebo’s Special Needs)

Warnings: language, angst, mentions of night terrors.

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: Hello there! Thursday saw the moment arrive that all Sandman fans have been waiting for: Series 2 has been green-lit! What a lovely thing it was to wake up to. This chapter, I’ve just realised, is full-on therapy so prepare yourself for some serious feels. Hope you are doing well, all my love, Saskia <3

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The recognition of your sentiments for Morpheus unlocks a stronghold in your mind that you had been striving so meticulously to keep bolted shut.

It ekes into your subconscious, filling the rest of your night with The Keeper of the Dreaming. Not the real him. The edges of his form are blurred like that of a 1980s sci-fi TV show hologram.

The conjuring does very little. Just stands and watches you go about your business in all your dreamscapes. But he is steadfastly there. A constant, niggling reminder of your blossoming feelings.

When morning comes, you throw yourself out of your bed sheet sandwich, possessed by an unmanageable, chaotic energy.

You pace back and forth in a flurry of polka dotted pyjamas, sighing with enough melodrama that you could likely be heard from two streets away.

"You can't do this," you say loudly.

You stop in front of the floor length mirror. Your inverted image regards you with disdain.

"You need to get your shit together, Y/N. He is your friend."

A thought suddenly occurs to you that helps your argument with your heart.

"In fact, friend relationships are not given the same level of importance in society as romantic ones so caring deeply for him is not only a perfectly good thing, it is also very... umm... progressive," you babble away to the point of incoherence.

You become serious, staring yourself down with narrowed eyes. "But what you can't do with your friends is fantasise about touching their hair. Or anything else for that matter."

A long breath of air is sucked into your lungs.

"You're allowed to care for him in a platonic way. That is it."

You press the heels of your hands into the hollows of your eyes before abruptly looking back to your mirror twin.

"Pla-ton-ic." You sound out each syllable slowly.

“Platonic. Platonic. Platonic.” The words are a chisel and hammer and your brain is the rock. You have to get this sorted before you slip any deeper.

You then walk purposefully out the room to take a shower.

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You only have to wait one extra night before you get to see Morpheus again.

You materialise in the familiar, cosy surroundings of all your rendezvous.

He is there waiting for you.

The change in him is palpable from just the way he stands. His mouth is set into a grim, hard line. There is hardly any lightness behind his eyes.

Pain rises up again inside you; you have to know what is going on.

“You are well?” He asks formally.

“Y-yes. Thank you,” you stammer, thrown off guard before righting yourself and asking your question in a small voice.

"What happened?"

"It is of little consequence now."

You watch him internalise and suppress, closing his eyes and clenching his jaw.

"Morpheus," you call out softly. "Talk to me, please."

You motion towards the armchair.

He sits reluctantly, yet with his usual grace and you sit among your menagerie of blankets and pillows.

His voice is hoarse and weary. “There was a matter of insubordination that I needed to address. A certain creation of mine took advantage of my distracted state yesterday and acted outside of their function."

You are awash with guilt. You were one of his duties last night; you wonder if you had inadvertently contributed to the situation.

You press forwards, trying to unpick his crypticism.

"Have they backed down now that you have spoken to them?"

"I did much more than speak to them, Y/N."

His fingers twitch with barely concealed rage.

Energy cracks in the air between you, you feel it prickle at your skin. You are suddenly reminded of the fact that despite appearances, he is so very far removed from what you know as the human experience. He is a live wire of power with the ability to warp and shape reality. And you are simply a spectator in his arena.

You shift in your seat. He takes note.

"Does my demeanour frighten you?"

You shake your head firmly. "No."

"It has cause to."

A chill runs through you. It is not one fashioned by fear, rather the pitch of his voice. It slices through your ear drums and reverberates in the centre of your brain making you feel like you’ve heard each word twice.

His eyes flutter closed.

"I have done things in my past, Y/N. Terrible things driven by vengeance and jealousy and in reaction to my mistakes.”

His self-loathing is as biting as an early morning winter frost. Having been in this frame of mind yourself recently, you try to be as gentle as possible with your next question.

"The thing you had to do. Did you do it because you had no other choice?"

"They were tormenting a dreamer," he replies flatly.

"So you did it as an act of protection?"

Morpheus’ composure cracks. The steel in his eyes as they bore into yours is brutal. The undercurrent in his voice is dangerous.

"I sent them to the Darkness, Y/N. I removed them from existence. It is not the first time I have resorted to such eventualities, and it will likely not be the last."

He takes a deep breath and some of the fury dies down.

“Yes, I have the option to re-build my creation again but it does not change the fact that I failed in my duties.”

You sit still and silent, feeling some of the power rolling off of him subside.

"I do not understand why are you are not more affected by this revelation, Y/N. I destroyed them without a second thought.”

His voice is low and tinged with shame. “I do not like the person that I am at times.”

Your heart breaks in that moment. You are across the room before you realise, kneeling on the ground before him so you can look up into his agony filled eyes.

You dearly want to hug him. But in lieu, you put your hand on his, causing him to stiffen. He is suddenly unable to look at you.

“I am not affected because I know all too well that doing the necessary thing is not always the same as the thing that feels pleasant. And the fact that you are cognisant of how you feel shows that you are not the monster you seem so determined to convince me that you are."

Morpheus’ eyes hold wobbling un-spilled tears. You feel yours burn with saline of your own that begins to overflow when you speak again.

"I’ll admit, I can’t fully understand the intricacies of your responsibilities but what I do know is that it is impossible to be perfect all the time.”

You swallow through the lump in your throat.

“We all have a past, Morpheus. But please remember that our pasts do not have to define us. To me, you are the person who came to me when I was in need. You spent hours trying to understand my affliction and find a solution. You created a refuge for me so I had somewhere to rest away from my dark thoughts. You listen and you remember and you are there for me. You are a good person, and I think many people including Lucienne and Matthew would agree with me.”

You squeeze his hand.

He nods but you are unsure if he is agreeing with you or trying to move on from the conversation.

"I will return next Saturday." He is back to duty so quickly.

"No, Morpheus. I think you should check in with me less often.”

Quicker than a bolt of lightning to a metal conductor, his focus snaps down to your tear streaked face.

“You said it yourself, you’ve been distracted and I imagine that I am part of the reason. Your feelings are valid and you should give them attention. Take some time to do what you need to do. Come find me in a month. I’ll be okay.”

You smile reassuringly, even though regret is clawing at your heart. The thought of a month without Morpheus is not exactly enticing; you have become so used to him, his soothing disposition and your engaging conversations. Yet it might prove beneficial for both of you. He can focus on his function and you can get over your attraction towards him.

“I’ll call if anything happens, I promise."

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"Oh feel our bodies grow. And our souls they blend. Yeah love I hope you know, How much my heart depends."

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revenant-coining · 1 year

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Alexithdistplatonic

[ pt: Alexithdistplatonic ]

[ID: a rectangular flag with 9 horizontal stripes. the stripes sizes are 5 thick with a thin stripe between each stripe. flag colors are in this order from top to bottom: dark green, light yellow, darkish green, yellow-green,, green-yellow, darkish green, yellow-green, dark green, light yellow. End ID]

requested by @local-yurei

Alexithdistplatonic: a term for when one has trouble distinguishing platonic attraction due to alexithymia.

Etymology: alexith(ymia), disti(nguish), platonic

Pronounced: ee-lex-ee-th dis-tee pla-ton-ic (alexith disti platonic)

@radiomogai , @imawanokiwaaa

[ID: a pink line divider with a pink and purple sun in the middle. End ID]

#Alexithdistplatonic #platonic attraction #liom #mogai #requested #🪼 creations #category: orientations

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repairboyy · 8 days

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Leo and Jason sitting in a tree, holding hands non-pla-ton-ic-lly 🙃

i will find out who yoou are, anon, just you wait

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sibillascribbles08 · 11 days

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There's a special kind of joy I get when I find out a rise fan is into pokemon. Prob bc I'm a Pokemon fan first and foremost and that's something that'll never change.

Now I have to ask, which main series pokemon game is your favorite?

Do you have a favorite starter?

Aaaaand favorite shiny pokemon?

(so many asks I'm getting spoiled!)

My favorite main series game is HeartGold/SoulSilver! While objectively it isn't the best designed game (that level scaling) I have a ton of love for Johto, some of it born out of nostalgia, and even if it didn't improve anything it's definitely one of the best remakes we've had. Between the visuals (which I adore), the music, the new stuff they added (pokeathalon was SO fun) and the redesigns of a lot of gym leaders?? Incredible. Also the pokemon follow you with the cutest sprites in the world. Silver was my first pokemon game so, yeah, nostalgia factors into this decision but it's still the game I enjoy the most. (Black and White is a close second tho)

Favorite starter is Totodile, also nostalgia influenced somewhat. Totodile was my first pokemon ever, and years later with the remakes was the first pokemon I got to level 100 (Feraligatr). Something interesting though, Totodile is the only water starter that's my fav. In every other gen my fav ends up being a fire or grass starter. (Close runner up is Chespin/Chesnaught tho)

And my favorite shiny is

I don't go that crazy for shinies but I do have a few I love and Snorunt's is just so pleasing to look at. Ignoring how fucking cute it is regardless, the blue/yellow combo on top of the black is soothing. (It's the only pokemon I shiny hunted for (in PLA)) (Snorunt is also my favorite ice type (no not including its evos stay baby forever))

#scribs speaks #pokemon #do I love snorunt cause it looks like an enemy in kirby?? maybe

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resident-gay-bitch · 6 months

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pla-ton-ic stobin

#that’s it #that’s the post #stobin #platonic stobin

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 7 months

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Just sat down and reread all of oop with the aid of my screen reader & just wanna commend you on your foreshadowing, every time porygon was brought up i was like yes the funky lil guy is gonna get used at some point but i didn't even consider it'd be more used to humans & the whole thing with Rampardos was like icing on the cake, Emmet fossil pokemon special interest gang rise up

WAH THANK YOU?? yeah i really like porygon as a Concept in pla (manmade pokemon!! digital pokemon!! yanked back in time before computers or even Pokemon Training existed!!) so i had a lot of fun writing its interactions w/ rei, i'm glad you liked it too!!

i havent had a ton of time/energy for writing lately bc ive been doing boring shit like Applying To Jobs So I Can Move, sobs. but im still working on it... AND there's more fun foreshadow-y stuff coming!! i prommy

#the nemesis speaks #the nemesis answers #iron-mage #jailbirds au #tfw adult life gets in the way of my pokefantasies

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wavesoutbeingtossed · 5 months

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Truth is I can’t pretend it’s pla•ton•ic it’s just ENDED SO

#have I mentioned lately how much I love 1989 tv #now that we don’t talk #1989 tv #vault tracks

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mimi-croissant · 3 years

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Platonic Shidge and Klance Mulan AU

Pidge—Mulan

Shiro—Shang

Keith—Yao

Lance—Ying

Hunk—Chein Po

Rover—Milan’s horse

Green Lion—Mushu

I got the low key basics down there, and the Primary Color Trio definitely keep their normal personalities.

So Katie decides to go to war in place of her father, and also find her brother, Matt, who was already fighting and disappeared. She gets to war, and has the alias Pidge.

The Primary Colors discover her secret pretty early on, and decide to help Pidge (and, Pidge thinks, the name is starting to grow on her)

Also, all the romantic moments in the movie belong to Klance in this okay? Okay, they are a while subplot and this is Pidge-centric (what is it with me making Pidge-centric ideas with a Klance side?) It also has some Adashi, but I’m gonna break your heart in a second.

So the gang does all their training, which is intense, but Hunk decides to be a sweetheart and help Pidge, which means Lance and Keith follow. They train together as much as possible, and eventually impress Shiro a bunch.

As they are marching to the grounds of the first battle, and they talk about their types (see: the song that’s sung there.) Hunk says he has someone waiting for him at home, Shay. Lance says something along the lines of Keith, and Keith describes Lance (they don’t notice though). Then they get to the site, and all they see is wreckage. The Primary Colors know Pidge’s identity (they found out during all the training because the training is included and not glossed over in a song, it is also when Klance mutual pining happens), and everyone is horrified at the scene. That’s when a random soldier tells Shiro to come over, and lo and behold, Adam’s captain helmet is in the middle of the wreckage.

Now let’s go to when everyone finds out Pidge is a girl. They don’t kill her, duh, but she tells the Primary Trio to go on without her. They do so reluctantly, and now Pidge is stranded.

Not to worry though, she finds a cave that is filled with supplies. She rests there, too tired to think about anything else. When she wakes up, someone is tending a fire in the cave. She screams, and the voice says “woah, lady, calm down,” and Pidge gapes. Then his eyes widen in recognition, and Pidge whispers “Matt?”

So they travel together and get to the main place, and the normal battle happens ya know yeee, Pidge is SO BADASS, and by the end, Shiro is like another big brother figure.

Pidge watches as Lance and Keith lean against each other at the end of the battle, and she knows something happened during battle okay.

They all have a happy ending, and I didn’t go into depth on the brother-sister relationship Shiro and Pidge will have but it’s THERE

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alexboehm55144 · 3 years

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Alex Final Wars 2: Dark Alex, Chapter 39 - Before The Storm

"So what did you guys get out of the stuff we pulled from that Chinese base? One that was apparently supposed to be impenetrable." Nick asked before muttering to himself. "Heh, they were no match for this sly fox."

"We went to hell and back to get that stuff," Judy said.

"Thing is… we don't know yet," Jack responded. "There was a lot of information on those maps and papers you guys pulled. It will take time for the eggheads to go through it all."

"I have to say I really respect the analysts," Skye noted. "I mean, how much stuff have they looked at from just Heroes alone?"

The four mammals were sitting in Jack and Skye's Aston Martin as they drove through the busy Zootopian streets. Nick and Judy were in the back seats while the two ZIA agents sat upfront. All around the car, mammals moved and went about their business as the city entered the evening. Most mammals were probably heading home as the sky began to dim. While others were getting ready for a night on the town.

"You guys over at Heroes have recovered a ton of intelligence throughout this war." Jack said, "Servers, documents, maps. Knowledge is power."

"Yeah, that is true," Judy responded. "I can't believe how much action we've seen. This is a lot more than a normal day at the ZPD."

"Hey, sometimes things are pretty action-packed at the ZPD," Nick said. "There's a lot of dangerous crooks and thieves out there. Though none of them as crafty and talented as this sly fox."

This got a chuckle out of Judy.

"And here we are!" Jack said.

The car pulled into a parking lot of a one-story building with Japanese architecture. The walls were made of white-colored stone with wooden support pillars, covered by a pagoda-style roof made of matte green tiles. Mounted on the front wall was a red and white light-up sign that said:

"Tanukchi, Japanese Grill."

"Well, we'll certainly be eating good tonight!" Nick said, the four mammals stepping out of the car.

"Isn't this place pretty high-end?" Skye asked. "How did you get a reservation?"

"Well… heh…" a slightly mischievous look crossed Judy's face. "I may have let it slip that we were brave ZPD officers, and you two were selfless ZIA agents."

"Clever bunny," Nick said.

"And… I may have also mentioned that we were war heroes."

Sky and Jack laughed.

"Well, at least you got us a nice dinner," Jack said before the group headed inside the restaurant.

Inside the building, the walls were made of wood and paper, resembling traditional Japanese walls. However, there were also support pillars made of marble-like, red-colored rock with messy streaks of white running through it. A short distance from the two glass doors was a desk made out of bamboo, behind which was a fish tank teeming with aquatic life. The entire restaurant was filled with the sounds of people chatting and the metal clang of cooking equipment being used.

"Reservation for Hopps," Judy said to the fox behind the desk, prompting the mammal to check her computer.

"Hopps…. Ah! Right, this way!" The fox said, grabbing four menus and leading the two couples into the dining area. There were 4 grills, 2 for smaller mammals, 2 for larger mammals, set up in the dining area, each surrounded by stained wooden chairs. Above each grill was a vent to the outside. On the walls of the room were paintings of trees and natural landscapes.

The waitress handed out menus as the group sat down at a grill for smaller mammals. "Would you like to order your drinks now?"

Nick got a soda while Jack went for an ice tea. Judy had carrot juice, and Skye got water. The fox waitress left to get their drinks and appetizers.

"You know, it kind of surprises me how quickly life has got back to normal here," Skye said. The fox looked around at the families and groups laughing and enjoying their meals. "You would never have thought that a short time ago, this city was under assault by the Chinese military."

"I know," Judy said. "It's almost like a distant memory to everyone. But I suppose they're just looking ahead towards a brighter future."

"And the future is bright," Jack said. "We're really pressing hard on the PLA now. But regarding what you said, there are plans to make a memorial to commemorate the Chinese attacks on the city. The full-scale assault, the airship strike, and the concert."

"Well, I hope that helps the citizens of Zootopia remember what happened. And that we must be vigilant against those who want to hurt us."

"Hmm… well, we should get some fried rice," Nick said, perusing over the menu.

"Heh, thinking with your stomach, I see." Judy chuckled.

"I agree," Jack responded. "let's get some fried rice."

The waitress returned with drinks, as well as salads and miso soups for everyone. She also took their orders for meals.

"A chef will be with you shortly."

The waitress left, and the group began to enjoy their appetizers.

"Wow, this is really good," Jack said, trying the salad.

"Hopps told me this place is highly rated," Nick said, sipping the soup. "You did a good job getting us this reservation."

"I agree." Skye said, "thank you, Judy."

Judy smiled "aww, guys are too sweet."

A few moments later, a tanuki wearing a traditional chef's uniform came over to the grill with a small cart of ingredients and tools.

"Hello! Welcome!" The chef said, going over the group's order. "Let's get started!"

The tanuki started up the grill and began to cook the various vegetables for the fried rice. Skye took out her phone and captured the exciting moment in a video while the chef performed tricks. He spun his spatula and tools around in his hand and juggled an egg for the rice.

The chef then set up an onion volcano, filled it with edible oils, and lit it on fire. A tower of flame shot out of the small volcano, eliciting gasps from the officers and agents watching the show.

"Dinner and a show," Skye said.

The tanuki chef finished the fried rice, taking a small portion of the rice on his spatula and launching it in the air towards Jack. The rabbit opened his mouth to catch it, but it just bounced off his nose onto the floor.

The chef tried again, & this time Jack caught the portion of rice in his mouth. All the while, the other mammals laughed and watched the spectacle.

The tanuki then launched a portion of rice at Nick, who managed to catch it in his mouth on the first try.

Judy laughed clapped a little as Nick looked smug that he got it first try.

"We should hang out more often," Jack said as the chef began to serve the fried rice.

"I agree. It's just that we've been busy lately." Nick chimed in. "But when the four of us hang out, it's always fun."

000

"Come on, Toothdee, you'll enjoy it!" Laval said. "Arcades are fun. Although in Chima the arcades are usually less tech-savvy… but… same principles apply."

"I don't know…." Toothdee said, looking over some maps and papers in her room. "The end of this war is in sight, and I want to focus on my work so we can make the final decisive push to end this conflict once and for all."

"Hey, we've got them on the backfoot." Eris said, "besides, we're on shore leave right now. It's not the time to work. It's time to rest and recuperate."

"Yeah, you can't just keep fighting constantly. Evening though I do think that would be fun, you'll get worn out." Laval noted.

"Oh, alright, fine." The Heroes commander said, getting up from her desk and grabbing her phone and wallet. "Let's go."

"Great!" Eris said. "Laval spotted a place just down the road, within walking distance."

"Well, lead the way, Laval."

The trio left the typhoon and headed out of the guarded compound where the airship landed. The landing zone was in the city, giving Heroes good access to any part of Zootopia they needed to reach in the event of an emergency.

However it was not right in the center of the city, instead situated near the airport. This was to avoid buildings acting as flying obstructions and to cut down on noise pollution.

"You guys really love exploring Zootopia, don't you? Getting out and seeing the sights." Toothdee said as they walked.

"Totally!" Eris said. "It's a gorgeous city. I can see why Nick and Judy love it here."

"Yeah, I love exploring, so it's great to get a whole new city to explore!"

After a few minutes of walking, the group arrived at a building with big glass windows and a bright blue sign that said "arcade" on the front.

The inside of the building was dark, lit mainly through light from gaming machines. The air was filled with the sounds of said machines. Various boops and chimes were used to attract customer's attention. The floor was covered in a dark blue carpet, and a tired-looking mountain lion sat at a desk near the door.

The trio walked over to the desk, and the mountain lion didn't flinch upon seeing an evolved eagle.

"Hi, can we each get a card with $30 on it, please?" Toothdee said, "that seems reasonable, right?"

"Works for me," Eris said.

Each member of the group took out the required money and placed it on the counter. The cashier nodded and quickly transferred the money to 3 plastic cards that could be used to purchase games from the machines.

"Thank you," Laval said, the group heading towards the machines.

"What are you going to play first?" Toothdee asked.

"Uh… hm, well, I've seen this before," Laval said, walking over to a skeeball machine. "Now Chima does have games like this."

"I'll play against you!" Eris said, standing in front of a second Skee-ball device next to Laval.

"Alright! Your on!"

The couple slid their cards through readers on the machines, and balls were dispensed in return. As the two started rolling the hard plastic skeeballs down the length of the device, Toothdee went to examine some other games.

She spotted an arcade game with a large screen, and fake plastic guns hooked up to it. Across the top of the machine were the words "Terminator" along with a scary-looking robot head. Toothdee went over to the arcade machine and paid for a game before picking up one of the weapons. She could also keep her skills sharp while having fun.

The young warrior selected a level and began. Terminator robots appeared on screen and engaged. But toothdee fired the toy weapon at the screen, and the terminators in-game were struck down by gunfire.

As her character continued to move through the game world, gunning down robots, toothdee heard Laval and Eris behind her.

"Yes!" The eagle said. "I win! Don't worry, I know you let me win on purpose."

"I thought YOU were going to let ME win." Laval chuckled.

The pair came over to watch Toothdee, who continued to gun down terminators, even as her own player character took damage. Eventually, a game over screen appeared, and toothdee put the plastic toy gun back down on the machine.

"You know what's funny is most of the stuff here we can do for real," Laval said. "That motorcycle racing game over there? I can just hop on my speedor. That game you were playing where you shoot robots? You could just get a gun and charge into battle!"

"Heh, well, why don't you do that then?" Toothdee asked.

"Well, fighting can be fun. But it's nice just to do it… what's the word I'm looking for… Fictitiously! Without any worries, where you just have to get points."

"Alright, I can understand that. Now, what do you want to play next?" Toothdee said, turning towards the rows of game cabinets. "You guys were right. It is good to get out and relax once in a while."

000

Haida looked at a map on his phone and struggled to figure out where he was in relation to the roads and structures on the map.

"I'm telling you it's this way," Fabienne said, pointing down a roadway. "Trust me, I know this city."

"But it looks like it's this way on the map!" Haida said, pointing down a different street."

"It's not! Your just looking at it wrong!"

"Retsuko, what do you think?"

The red panda, who had been patiently watching the two argue, looked at Haida's phone. The hyena smirked, expecting his girlfriend to agree with him. Plus, he was pretty confident his examination of the map was correct.

"Hmmm…." Retsuko said, "I think Fabienne is right."

Haida's jaw dropped while Fabienne smirked.

"Alright then, this way."

The snow leopard started walking down the street, Haida and Retsuko in tow.

Haida looked a bit down that he was wrong, but Retsuko gave him a playful jab to cheer him up.

Eventually, the group arrived at a large stone building situated by the coast. The American flag was flying on a pole outside. There was a large wooden sign reading "Zootopia World War 2 Museum."

"Told you," Fabienne said.

The trio went inside, where a bunny attendant was waiting in a booth near the entrance.

"Hi! 3 please, general admission." Retsuko said.

The trio paid for their tickets and entered the museum, which was not very crowded. The rooms were filled with equipment, posters, flags, pictures, all from the Second World War.

Pictures of troopers in combat. Guns those soldiers would have used. Maps of the battle formations they would have been in.

Retsuko and Haida went over to a giant wall of black marble. Upon which were carved the names of soldiers from Zootopia who had distinguished themselves in combat during WW2. Above the wall was a black and white mural of US Soldiers of many different species.

Fabienne was busy looking at an exhibit about war correspondents during the Second World War. There was an old camera on display, articles published by war reporters, and photographs of correspondents. This sort of thing was right up her alley.

"It's amazing how much we've progressed," Fabienne said, looking at old photography equipment. She spotted an old camera that was a lot bigger than her phone and probably could only photograph in black and white.

The snow leopard moved on to a small exhibit that contained mannequins of different mammals in combat gear. There was a small video screen playing a video comparing the biological system of various mammals as soldiers.

"Humans make the best soldiers." Said a disembodied voice on the video, as the picture changed to show a human soldier on a long trek in the desert. "They have unmatched endurance and survival skills. Not to mention their skills in combat have been continuously refined and improved over millennia, in the many wars and battles fought by humans."

"Maybe that's why a human is the leader of Heroes," Fabienne asked herself.

"This does not mean other species are incapable of waging war. Many other types of mammals serve in specialist roles."

A picture of a Russian polar bear in arctic camouflage appeared on the screen as the announcer continued.

"Polar bears and other arctic mammals make good soldiers for sub-zero environments."

The screen changed again, showing a picture of a cheetah soldier.

"While cheetahs and Pronghorns make good couriers, depending on the distance being traveled."

The snow leopard found this fascinating. Every species was unique in some way.

The ZNN reporter moved to rejoin Haida and Retsuko. They were looking at an exhibit about imperial Japan and the war in the pacific.

"Wow, look at that," Retsuko said, examining a model of a US aircraft carrier.

Haida and Fabienne looked at a map of battle formations around an island, complete with pictures of soldiers.

One photo showed Japanese troops digging trenches around the island as defenses. Another picture showed US pilots getting into planes and preparing to launch from the deck of a carrier. A third picture showed US marines charging against stubborn and dug-in Japanese pillboxes on a hill, firing down at a beach.

"My God, it's so reminiscent of the current war," Fabienne noted, looking at another image of American and Japanese warships engaging each other as planes crisscrossed the sky.

"I know…" Retsuko said, "I mean, we're fighting in the pacific, with warships and planes. I guess history repeats itself."

"What I find amazing..." Haida said, "the US and Japan used to be such bitter enemies, and now they are great allies."

"Yep, it only goes to show you how things can change with time," Fabienne responded.

"Here we are, mammals from Japan, doing an important role in a US military organization," Retsuko said. "And there is no place I'd rather be."

The three mammals continued through the museum. Examining the past and how it could tell them about the present and future.

000

JayJay was in her cabin on the typhoon, putting away some clothes she had just washed. The wolf put a dress on a hanger, hanging it in the closet, before turning her attention to some stockings and a few shirts.

As the young hero finished putting her clothes away in a drawer, there was a knock at her door.

The wolf opened the door and smiled, seeing captain Boehm in front of her.

"Hey Jay, what are you doing?"

"Just putting away some clothes." The wolf said, quickly fixing her hair and making herself look presentable. "What brings you around?"

"Well… I was wondering if you would like to hang out?" The captain said, trying to speak confidentiality. "We could go somewhere. There's plenty of attractions around Zootopia. Or just stay here and watch a movie or something."

JayJay's tail started wagging.

"Oh! I'd love to take you out clubbing!" The wolf said.

"Clubbing? Eh… that's not exactly my thing…."

"Please!" JayJay said, giving Alex puppy dog eyes. "I'd love it if you came along!"

"Sigh, alright, fine."

"Yes! Trust me, you'll have fun! Let me just get my things and get ready to go."

"Ok, I'll go get my wallet. Meet you back here."

Both mammals used the bathroom, got their personal effects, and met back up outside JayJay's room before leaving the typhoon.

"I'm really excited," JayJay confessed. "You, my favorite person in the world, going clubbing and dancing with me, which is my favorite thing to do!"

"I mean, I'm not exactly big on that sort of thing… but I'll bite the bullet if it means spending time with you."

The wolf wagged her tail in excitement. The pair then came upon Kion and Jasiri, who walked down the hallway. Each had an arm around the other.

"What are you two up to?" Alex asked.

"We're just going out," Kion said.

"Oh! So are we!" JayJay responded. "I'm taking him to a club."

The wolf gestured at the human.

"Heh, didn't think that would be your kind of thing, Alex." Kion teased. "You are usually a very reserved person who tends to keep to himself."

"Your correct." The captain responded, "But I just like spending time with Jay."

"Well, I like spending time with Jasiri." The lion kissed the hyena on the cheek, making her blush. This prompted JayJay to turn to her companion. Giving a look that almost saying "What? Where's my kiss?"

"If you two are going out, what if we come with you? We could all hang out." Jasiri said.

"I'm fine with that," Boehm responded. "Jay?"

"I'm down! Let's go!"

The four left the typhoon and headed down the street, led by JayJay, who knew where all the excellent dance parties and nightclubs were.

"I am going to bring you out of your shell tonight." JayJay said to Alex, "you can't be so reserved all the time."

"I think you are the right person to do that." The human responded to the wolf. "You're so outgoing and social. I'm an introvert, your an extrovert."

"Opposites attract." Kion laughed.

After a few minutes of walking, the group reached a building with dozens of bright neon lights outside, shining in all colors.

"Hey! It's the party animal!" Said the bear bouncer, opening the door for the team to go inside.

More bright lights of all colors flashed above a dance floor made up of light-up squares, which also changed color frequently. Mammals packed the dance floor, moving and cheering as they enjoyed themselves.

A bar that glowed white from internal lights was stationed against one of the walls. Behind the bar were shelves of liquid backlit by blue light. Tables and chairs were set up around the main dance floor for mammals to chat and rest.

"Say what about loud noises?" Kion asked Alex. "I heard that introverts like things to be quiet."

"Yes, but Kion, I'm a soldier. I've heard the blasts of artillery strikes and the engines of rockets and jet planes. I can take some loud music."

"Do you guys want to get something to drink first?" Jay asked as the group drifted over to a table. "We need to stay hydrated if we're going to be dancing."

"What time is it?" Alex asked, "ah, I'll just have lemonade or something."

"Coke, please," Kion said. "No ice."

"Water is fine for me," Jasiri said.

"Alright! You guys have to pay me back, though. Kion, could you give me a paw? I can't carry all the drinks."

The wolf and lion left, heading to the bar.

"Say do we have any Glocks onboard the ship?" Jasiri asked.

"Yeah?" The captain said.

"I think I'm gonna try those as my pistols. See how they do in battle."

"Well, if you're going to use them, akimbo, we have plenty of attachments you can use. Sights, flashlights and lasers, muzzle breaks, and suppressors…. Heroes is well supplied."

"I can tell. I suppose all the money spent is worth it, though. We get the job done."

"Maybe you should get yourself another weapon if you find the pistols aren't cutting it. Like an SMG. Maybe an MP5 or UMP."

The human and hyena continued to discuss their weapons of warfare until Kion and JayJay returned with four glasses containing the drinks. The two giving Alex and Jasiri their beverages. JayJay had apparently ordered a beer, as her glass contained a foaming brown liquid.

"Jasiri and I were just talking about our combat gear," Alex said, taking a sip of his lemonade.

"Yeah, he thinks I should get an SMG for when the pistols don't cut it."

"I recently changed my armament as well." Kion said, "I quite like the LMG I got my paws on."

"Well, as I told Jasiri…" Alex said, "we have plenty of attachments you can put on."

"Oh sweet! I'll have to check those out."

"Well, while your running into battle with a sword and a big gun, my own equipment is a bit smaller," JayJay said. "Just a simple pistol and a machine pistol for when the going gets tough."

"Yeah, Kion, you are like the tank. With an LMG, a powerful sword, and your own strength to punch right through enemies." Captain Boehm noted. "Jay is more focused on her agility and speed."

"I've been thinking of getting a sword more like what you and Laval use. Chima style!" Kion said. "Also, JayJay, isn't your pistol an older design? 1911?"

"Yep! And not just any 1911. That very pistol was wielded by my ancestor, Jim Burdel, during WW1!"

"Wow, That should be in a museum."

"Hey, I like to think I'm doing right by my ancestor by carrying his weapon into battle. Though I don't know if he would like the paint scheme I've given it, he's not here to complain."

Suddenly the loud dubstep music slowed down, and all the lights on the dance floor turned a light blue as their movement speed slowed down.

"It's time for a slow dance!" The DJ said, "Maybe grab that special someone and bring them out onto the floor!"

Jasiri smirked at Kion and jumped up, gesturing for Kion to follow her, which he did. They headed out onto the dance floor, joining in the crowd of mammals.

Jasiri playfully pushed Kion, trying to figure out how exactly he should dance with his hyena. Fumbling with his paws and where to put them in a way that was not lewd.

The lion's lover just hugged him close, prompting Kion to wrap his arms around her and slowly turn and dance.

"Come on, Alex!" JayJay said, standing up, prompting the captain to do the same and follow her.

The two mammals reached the dance floor, surrounded by other mammals and couples, moving slowly to the music.

Under the blue light, the pair embraced, nuzzling against each other's fur and skin. Alex and JayJay closed their eyes, enjoying the moment with each other, along with the other couples on the dance floor, including Kion and Jasiri. But the human and wolf were just focusing on each other. Both of them were, to the other, the most important mammal in the world.

Moments like these were what they were fighting for. China was an autocratic nation, curtailing freedoms and liberties. But here, people could be free and enjoy themselves without fear of the government or military.

It was these moments of peace that made their battles worth it. Worth fighting for a million times over.

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Platonic! Ranboo x F!Faun!Reader

THIS. IS. PLA. TON. IC! pla·ton·ic/pləˈtänik/ adjective (of love or friendship) intimate and affectionate but not sexual.

DO I NEED TO EMPHASIZE? NOT. SEXUAL!

Also, YOU GET TO BE A FAUN LIKE ME!!! WOOOOOOOO!!! And yeah, I like my public profile to be a Faun ꒰´꒳`∗꒱

You look something like this, minus the mask, and with your features:

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“Y/N!” Ranboo came running over to his childhood friend. The Faun turned around, her sheep-like ears flicking happily at the sight of the enderman hybrid. “Hey, Ranboo.” Y/n says, her hooves shuffling in the snow so she could face him. “Y/n, I need your help.” He says, looking at the girl. “Oh? With what?” She asked, raising an eyebrow as her tail curled around her. “Technoblade.” He says, looking back from where he came from. Y/n’s eyes widened and she was instantly running to Techno’s and Phil’s cabins. Her being a Faun and all would have made her slightly faster than Ranboo if he wasn’t a hecking giraffe. Which meant that a normal person wouldn’t be able to keep up with her, Ranboo not being one of them.

They made it to the cabins and Y/n opened the door to see Phil crouching over a trembling Techno who had his head in his hands. “Phil? I’m here.” The female called. The Elitrian turned around, his face relaxing at her appearance. “Y/n! It’s the voices again. They’ve been getting worse ever since he retired.” Phil says sadly. Y/n frowned and flipped her H/C hair behind her shoulders. “Let me try something new.” She says, kneeling down to Techno’s level. The Piglin hybrid looked at her and his eyes instantly looked relieved and tired. The Faun reached into her bag and pulled out a flute looking instrument: A Syrinx. She put her lips to the holes and started playing.

(You can choose the song)

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After playing, she looked at Techno who seemed more calm. “You ok, Techno?” She asked, E/C eyes gazing down at his figure worriedly. He nods and stands up. She smiled at him and her ears flicked happily that her friend was ok. She turned to Ranboo and Phil who were very surprised at her actions. Not once has she played the Syrinx in front of them. “That was so pretty!” Ranboo says, smiling at her. “It really was. Where’d you learn that, mate?” Phil asked. She blushed from the praise. As a Faun, she tended to be more shy, and become flustered easily. “T-thank you... And most Fauns are taught at a really young age.” She says, smiling at them.

She and Ranboo headed back to his house, seeing as Techno and Phil had to get ready in case the Butcher army came. Phil was heading out to Manberg to get his compass back, and Techno was just trying to upgrade his stuff. “So, Ranboo! Anything new going on?” Y/n asked, looking up at him. “Uh, not much, really.” He lied. He didn’t need his friend who already dealt with so much to start worrying about him and the voice in his head. “Oh, really? I thought you would have told the truth.” She says, looking forward again as Ranboo’s head snapped to look at her. “I-I- how did you-” “You don’t give me enough credit, Mr. Memory Loss. What;s been going on?” She says, shooting him a serious look. Ranboo looked down at his feet, ashamed that he couldn’t keep his lie hidden better. “I’ll tell you when we get to my house.” He mutters.

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I’m planning on putting up a part two. Should I? Just wanna know before anyone starts telling me off

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dmsden · 3 years

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Campaign Sorcery - A Taste of Adventure

Hullo, Gentle Readers. I love talking about the potential of using food to enhance your game, and we’re going to have a fun discussion about it here. We’ve talked about music for your ears and smells for your nose. Now, let’s talk about some food for your tongue and taste buds! There are a number of ways food and drink can be used in your games, and I’m going to throw some fun ones out for you today.

First off, I’m going to say that, if you decide to use food in your games in some way, make sure you’re very aware of any potential allergies that your players might have. I have friends with such severe allergies to, for example, peanuts, that they can’t even be in the same room with them because of the dust that they can give off. Be mindful of this; you don’t want to hurt anyone in the pursuit of good gaming.

Gaming is an inherently social activity, and sharing food is a good way to bond. If you and your group have time, you could make food to serve before your games, giving everyone a chance to be social before diving into the game itself. This could be as simple as ordering some pizza or what have you. If you like to cook, you could make food. This could run the gamut from some crockpot meatballs or a big one-pan casserole to a fully themed feast of multiple dishes.

There are some great cookbooks out there I can recommend specifically for gaming groups. I’ve had a lot of success with Heroes’ Feast lately. With one exception (I’m looking at you, Kara-Tur Noodles), every recipe I’ve made from it has been excellent. I can also strongly recommend the Unexpected Cookbook (unofficial cookbook of Middle Earth) and A Feast of Ice and Fire (the official cookbook of Westeros). All of these books have recipes varying in complexity, and all of them have excellent theming.

Snacks are also an excellent food-based resource while gaming. Yes, you can have cheetos and Mountain Dew, but you can provide a much better grade of snack. Imagine putting together what might be travel rations - hard cheese, crackers, dried fruits, nuts, dried meats, and the like. These snacks are generally healthier and better than a lot of alternatives.

So now, you may be asking yourself, “All this sounds fine, but how does this quality as a Campaign Sorcery article? How does food enhance my game?”

I’m glad you asked. Food is a powerful tool; taste is linked to smell, and the combination is very effective for creating and conjuring memories. It can also act as something of a cultural touchstone. Different kinds of peoples can have different kinds of cuisine, and you can use those elements to create a specific feel. If the area of your campaign world that your players are in is elven, you can provide snacks that reinforce that. You could find a recipe for something like the infamous lembas bread, provide candied flowers and nuts, serve sliced veggies and fruits, or the like. For a dwarven realm, maybe you could make a dish like the Delzoun Tide-Me-Overs from Heroes’ Feast, or Dwarven Tide-Me-Overs if you have the original Leaves from the Inn of the Last Home. For a country whose culture resembles one of the Middle Eastern countries, you could provide hummus, pita bread, stuffed grape leaves, and olives.

You could extend this into the pre-game meal if you have access to foods from the kinds of cultures you want to suggest. I’m lucky, in that I can tons of different food options within delivery distance of where I live. Within minutes, I can get Brazilian, Caribbean, Chinese, Cuban, Ethiopian, Greek, Hawaiian, Italian, Japanese, Mexican, Thai, Tibetan, and other kinds of cuisines. If I were running a game in a culture somewhat based on one of these, I could get my group to order from one of them and bring an extra element to that night’s game when the characters were eating with locals.

You could even mix things together. If you’re making a themed meal, and you know the PCs will be eating a meal in a tavern partway through the game, maybe start the game, then serve the food when the moment comes in the game. For something like this, I recommend sticking to simpler things. Maybe store-bought bread or bread you’ve baked ahead of time, a big wedge of cheese, and a stew. Unless you set aside a gaming session just for serving an elaborate meal, you don’t want to entirely derail things with food.

If you have an accomplice, perhaps a housemate or S.O. that doesn’t play, they could work with you to help with the timing. That way, you’re not splitting your attention between the kitchen and the table. You could also make food ahead of time, perhaps in a crockpot, so that you can serve whenever you want.

And, with that said, here’s a fun crockpot recipe that will make something delicious for your table. Only you can say what culture in your campaign will serve these sweet and tart meaty bundles. Until we meet again, may all your 20s be natural.

Sweet, Tart, Spicy Meatballs

Ingredients:

- big bag of frozen meatballs (about 32 oz, though you can multiply the recipe if your bag is bigger)

- 14.5 oz can of whole berry cranberry sauce

-12 oz bottle of chili sauce (this stuff is like a relic from the 50s...you’re looking for something like <A HREF=“https://www.target.com/p/heinz-chili-sauce-12oz/-/A-13651988?ref=tgt_adv_XS000000&AFID=google_pla_df&fndsrc=tgtao&DFA=71700000012510691&CPNG=PLA_Grocery%2BShopping%7CGrocery_Ecomm_Food_Bev&adgroup=SC_Grocery&LID=700000001170770pgs&LNM=PRODUCT_GROUP&network=g&device=c&location=9002001&targetid=aud-1015938909496:pla-948468624165&ds_rl=1246978&ds_rl=1248099&gclid=Cj0KCQjwmcWDBhCOARIsALgJ2QegJI3PRaNdTP9-_Ac8p4nnrSnmV4yaBh3A2BCF1kMeHtRU5Yq0aOsaAuHlEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds“>this</A>.

- lemon juice (about 1/2 lemon worth...fresh is best, but bottled will do)

- a few drops of hot sauce (like Tabasco) or to taste

Put the frozen meatballs into your slow cooker first. Add everything else. Stir until everything’s well-combined. Cook on high, stirring occasionally, for about 3 hours, until the meatballs are fully thawed, and everything’s nice and hot.

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