#Farm tour and training

[farmerstrend]

How Our Pixie Orange Farm Tour and Training Unfolded in Makueni County

“Discover how our recent Farm Tour and Training in Makueni County empowered farmers with expert advice on pixie orange production, from nursery management to harvesting techniques.” “Our Farm Tour and Training at Aaron Agronomy Services provided hands-on experience in pixie orange farming, offering farmers valuable insights into sustainable farming practices and pest control methods.” After a…

[princesscatherinemiddleton]

It's the most w o n d e r f u l time of the year

[tgmsunmontue]

Another AU tickling away in my mind is Jake being a farrier and a blacksmith. He works in a 'historic village' to supplement his income while he does art and commission pieces and also shoes horses. He sort of fell into it because he rides a lot (grew up on a ranch) and when the farrier came he'd always help out, and then he got trained up.

The blacksmithing came as a hobby when someone was trying to offload the gear when Jake was out at their farm/ranch and he was like... Sure, I'll give it a go. Turns out he's got an eye for creating art with molten/heated metal and he's got ARMS, and a leather apron and tools and it gets all hot and sweaty... (He's currently thinking about getting into playing around with blowing glass).

One Friday he's doing a day at the historic village, just working the forge, making horseshoes and other little trinkets for the souvenir shop, and he's going to be giving a talk at eleven when the school tour comes through and then...

Mr Bradshaw, history teacher, walks into the foundry and almost swallows his tongue.

[callsign-rogueone]

what would these boys be like as dads? who’s strict? who’s easygoing? who’s a spanking parent? who’s overprotective? so curious

I love this. they’d all be great dads and total dilfs

strict:

Dain. he considers himself easygoing compared to his father, but he’s still just a teeny bit uptight. so he’s staying in the strict category until we get more character development out of him. but he’s much kinder to his kids than his father was to him (I know we don’t know much about their relationship but I headcanon Aetos Sr. being a total wad, personally.)

Aaric seems to hold himself to a higher standard than the rest of his family (see his “tour of the kingdom” comment) and he’s iron squad’s new golden boy. he seems very disciplined to me. I can see that turning into him having high standards for his kids. especially if (when) he ends up ruling Navarre and they’re to be his successors. he’s a loving father, but he’s not raising spoiled brats.

easygoing:

Garrick seems very much the fantasy equivalent of “come home when the street lights come on” once the kids are older. lets them start training with swords once they’re ten or so. his kids can handle themselves, because he’s taught them to. he will still throw hands with anyone who harms them though. all of the boys would.

Ridoc owns this category. you know the meme of Chris Hemsworth holding his kid upside down by the ankle? that’s Ridoc. he always makes time to play with them when they’re little, because he’s a very fun-loving guy. they don’t have any problems opening up to him in their teens, because they know he’s going to be chill about whatever issues they have, and help them get through it one way or another.

I thought for a while about where to put Sawyer. but if we use my farm boy Sy headcanon, then he’d be pretty easygoing. country kids get up to all kinds of crazy stuff and they turn out fine — he did. I also see him having kids later in life than some of the others — he’d be more relaxed by then. especially since the continent is back at peace. (insert Anakin and Padmé meme here… the continent is at peace, right?)

overprotective:

Brennan. he’s got that parentified-eldest-daughter complex, and grew up taking care of Violet. so he’s definitely one to err on the side of caution. and he’s mending every single cut and scrape and skinned knee. you don’t need any bandaids in the house with him around.

I wanted to put Xaden in the easygoing category because he’s absolutely spoiling his kids, but we’ve all seen him with Violet — him with a kid that’s half her would be even worse, lmao. if he’s not watching them, then one of the family dragons is. he’s not afraid to square up on a kid either. not that his kids would ever be bullied — he’s taught them how to stand up for themselves. they’re little badasses.

Liam. I was torn between putting him in the easygoing category or here, because he’s a very positive, chill guy. but he’s half golden retriever, half guard dog. and there’s nothing more precious to guard than his family.

Bodhi is just such a sweetheart and is so genuinely worried about them at all times. especially when they’re tiny babies. he’d be scared to hold them at first, because what if he does it wrong… when they’re teens, they roll their eyes at his questions (who they’re gonna be with if they’re heading out, etc etc) but they know it’s because he cares — and if shit hits the fan, he’s gonna be their first phone call (metaphorically.)

none of these boys are raising hands to their kids. I won’t even consider it.

[vodika-vibes]

So it looks like today is all about the same face gods au I'm hopping on the train and bringing you Fives the God of truth or conspiracy and maybe his priestess is like a journalist that is constantly getting in trouble for asking all the right questions to the wrong people.

That's my stop enjoy the rest of your travels

Journalistic Integrity

Summary: As an Investigative Reporter your integrity and your reputation are all you have. While investigating a small story about people getting kicked off their land, you stumble over a story that might very well be the story of a lifetime.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Prompt: Same Faced Gods AU

Word Count: 2166

Warnings: None, really

A/N: So, I don't know if this was a request or if you just wanted to talk about it. In any event, here's the story that the idea gave me. I hope you like it!

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The first time you told your mother that you were going to be a journalist, she cried. You had been young, not quite old enough for school, and so you hadn’t understood her distress.

But now, years later, you’re beginning to understand why your mother wished for a more peaceful life for you.

You’ve been careening from one disaster to the next since the day you graduated from college. Your first story, written on your personal blog, was about a tidal wave that wiped a fishing town off the map and killed over 2000 people. It was the same story that got you hired at The Sun, the most well respected paper that you know of.

Since then, you’ve done stories about political intrigue, where a senator was stealing money from his people. You’ve written stories about war and famine. You’ve written stories about plagues and pestilence and pollution. You’ve written stories telling the truth about some of the worst people you’ve ever had the displeasure of speaking to.

But, on the same token, you’ve also written stories about lost children being found. About a pair of lovers married after not seeing each other for fifty years. About parties and celebrations and holidays. About some of the best people you’ve ever spoken to.

You believe, to your core, that you’re job is just as important as being a doctor or a police officer. Maybe even more so, because it’s your job to make sure that the truth is known to any who want it.

And so, when your editor tells you that he got an anonymous tip that someone was forcing farmers off their land using violence and that there’s now a body count, you don’t hesitate to pack up your go bag, and your journal, and you head out to start your new story.

It won’t make you famous, but it might get justice for the victims, and really, that’s the most important part.

The first thing you notice when you arrive at the farming community is that it’s old. Your preliminary research indicated that the people living here have been living here for generations without being bothered by anyone. The houses are well maintained, but they aren’t the pinnacle of modern architect.

At first blush, you can’t see why anyone would want this land.

Sure, there’s a lot of land. But as you tour the various fields, you notice that there are irrigation channels through all of the fields, and half of the fields are for growing rice.

The land is too wet to build on.

You crouch next to a rice seedling and you snap a picture, more for your own gratification rather than for the story, and then you look up at the man showing you around, “Forgive me if this seems rude,” You start, “But I’m not really seeing anything here worth killing people over.”

The man, older than you by several decades at least, releases a hacking laugh, “That’s because you’re a good kid.” He waits until you stand before he continues, “In truth, you’re right. Which is why this whole thing is so strange.”

“There’s nothing here of value?”

“Nothing that might be valuable to bandits,” The farmer confirms, and then he pauses and strokes his beard, “Well, there is one weird thing.”

“Weird?”

He nods and motions for you to follow him. The man leads you away from the fields, into the village proper, and then down a slightly hidden path that leads to a grove of trees that you noticed earlier, but didn’t really think much of.

“My great-grandfather found this.” The farmer says as he stops in the middle of a clearing, gesturing to what can only be a temple, “He investigated, as did so many other people, but there’s nothing inside. Just an alter and some stone torches.”

You peek inside the open temple. The farmer is right, the only thing here is spider webs and several birds nests.

“I mean, it’s interesting,” You say as you take a step back and snap another picture, “But I can’t imagine bandits being overly interested in a stone building.”

“Yeah, that’s what my wife said. But really, this is the only thing of interest in the village.” He shrugs, “We’re a simple people, we really don’t have anything worth killing over.”

“Hm...well, the bandits think there’s something, so I’ll stick around. If that’s alright? Do some digging?”

“So long as you’re careful. We’re not worth you getting hurt over.”

You beam at him, “No need to worry, I’m a professional.”

That night, after you retire from dinner, a heavy stew that makes you feel like you can sleep for a week, you curl up on the bed that you’re renting for the foreseeable future, and you flip through your notes.

There’s something here, you can feel it. Years of journalist work is telling you that there’s more to the story than the farmers know.

You flip to the picture of the temple, and you stare at it for a moment.

Then you drop your camera and you grab your laptop, powering it on and connecting to your mobile hot spot so you can pull up your web browser.

It’s the temple.

It has to be the temple.

There’s something there, you know it.

You open web page after web page, and you find exactly what you’re looking for. Reports of government agents claiming old temples. Reports of the Same Faced Gods emerging from ancient temples.

Maybe, just maybe, it’s not bandits.

Maybe it’s the Imperial Army.

You hesitate over the thought, for a moment. If it is the Imperial Army, do you really want to get involved? There’s, really, only so many times you can step on the Army’s toes before you get disappeared, right?

But, before you can really think on it, you’re rolling out of bed and pulling your jeans and tee-shirt back on. You grab your camera, your notebook, and your flashlight, and then you open the window and slip out.

You’re kind of grateful that you asked for a first floor room, and that they were happy to give it to you.

As soon as you’re out of the village proper, you click on your flashlight and start making the long trek to the temple. Though, soon enough, you have to click your flashlight back off as voices reach your ears.

Carefully, you slip into some tall brush and crouch down to sneak closer to the voices. Instinctively, you press the record button on your phone, and you wait.

“The Farmers are being more stubborn than anticipated,” A male voice with a crisp accent says, “The Emperor won’t be pleased.”

“They’re simple people, Admiral.” The second voice, a woman, replies, “They may be too stupid to realize they’re supposed to leave.”

The first man scoffs, “And the Mercs?”

“They will continue their raids, so long as we continue paying.” The woman says.

“Good—“ The man takes a breath, as though he’s going to continue, but you shift your weight and a stick snaps under your boot. You release a silent curse, and try to back away, but you’re not fast enough.

The woman grabs you and rips you from your hiding spot, dragging you to stand in front of the Admiral.

“And who are you supposed to be?”

You blink at him, and then flash a shark’s grin, “I’m from The Sun, Admiral. I’d like to ask you some questions about the Imperial Army hiring mercenaries to terrorize and murder innocent farmers.”

“I’m not talking about this.”

“That’s alright, Admiral. I have a recording that will do the talking for you.”

His face twitches, and you tense. And when he speaks, “Kill her,” you’re prepared, you swing your flashlight like it’s a baton, and slam it against his jaw.

Then you turn and sprint into the thicket.

It almost seems like the trees are parting for you, a path forming before your very eyes to lead you right into the temple.

It’s ridiculous, but as you run inside the temple, you have the insane feeling that you’re going to be fine now. Never mind the fact that the temple is more open than closed, and never mind that men with guns are trying to kill you.

“Okay,” You whisper to yourself as you walk around the alter and sit on the floor to hide behind it, “Okay, what’s the plan?”

You frantically scan the temple in front of you, looking for something, anything, to help you out of the situation you’ve found yourself in. But there’s nothing. Just dust and cobwebs.

Then, as a light from the soldiers enters the temple, you see something carved on the floor next to your foot. Something that, you swear, wasn’t there half a second ago.

“Remember,” you read out loud as you trace the carving with a delicate finger, “There’s no shame in asking for help.” You pause, and then mentally throw all caution to the wind, “Um, I need help, I think.”

The temple fills with warmth, and there’s a sensation rather reminiscent of someone pressing their hand to the top of your head, and the words under your fingers change. “What’s the magic word?” You read off, and then you huff out a heavy breath, “I need some help, please?”

The intangible sensation of a hand on your head solidifies into a warm hand as a man forms around you, his presence like a shield from the soldiers trying to kill you. His hand moves to cup the back of your head, and you find yourself staring into his eyes.

“Well,” His voice is light and almost cheerful, “Who am I to deny an ask for help?” He presses his warm lips against your forehead, and then he stands and pulls away from you.

And while you expect to feel cold as he moves away, the warm feeling remains. As though you just had a mug of hot tea on a frigid winter day.

“Keep your head down, princess. I would hate for you to get hurt.” In truth, you don’t think you could move if you wanted to. The pressure in the temple has become so heavy that it takes all of your self-control to keep yourself sitting rather than sinking to the ground.

There’s a crash, the sound of gunfire, screaming, and then absolute silence.

The pressure fades, and you take a chance to peek around the side of the alter. The soldiers are gone, as are all the their equipment. But the strange man, the man who can only be one of the Same Faced Gods, is standing in the entrance to the temple.

“It was dumb of them to try and harm me here,” He turns and grins at you, a boyish look that immediately wipes away any idea of being intimidated by him, “This is where I’m most powerful.”

“Who are you?” You blurt as you stand and walk around the alter.

“My name is Fives,” He meanders over to you and then walks you back until you’re half sitting on the alter, and he lifts you so you are wholly sitting on the alter, “I am the Protector of truth seekers.” His grin widens, “Like an investigative journalist, for example.”

“O-oh.”

He taps the inside of your knee, and then moves to stand between your thighs, “Do I make you nervous, princess?”

“Less you and more the situation,” You admit, tilting your head back as he sets his hands on either side of you and leans into your space, his face only inches away from yours.

“That’s fair, I suppose.” You can feel his warmth radiating off him, “So, what are you going to do now, my priestess?”

You have, like, a million questions you want to ask, but his question snaps you back to reality, “I have to find the mercenaries the Imps hired. They need to know they won’t be getting paid so they’ll leave the farmers alone. And, gods, I don’t even know if my editor will allow me to write this story.” You fret, your hands coming up to absently rest on his chest, “I mean, we’re a big paper, but the Empire is bigger—“

You’re cut off mid-sentence as his lips close over yours, and slowly you lean into him and his kiss.

Fives chuckles against your lips, “One step at a time, my priestess. First, we need to find these mercenaries.”

“We?” You ask.

“Oh, I’m afraid you’re stuck with me now, sweets.”

He’s telling the truth, you know. You can feel him, a power that comes from Fives, deep in your chest. Connecting you to him. You can feel his devotion to you, and you kind of love it.

“Alright.” You smile at him, “I’m happy to have you.” Your fingers slide across a tattoo on his chest, “Do I have to pray to you or something?”

A wide grin crosses his face, “You will, don’t worry about it.”

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[princessamahle]

a tour of the hashira's estates part 8

Rengoku: As a son of a former hashira, Kyojuro spent his entire life growing up in the home of Shinjuro rengoku's estate.

So rengoku could've gotten an estate of his own at anytime after receivng funds at the hashira salary. but he decided to take care of his family. As his brother needed confidence in himself and his father was drinking away his depression. Despite the verbal and possibly physical abuse from his father he didn't let that distract him.

What I've notice after watching mugen train is rengoku has a habit in caring for other people quickly. Trying to take them under his wing and always saying he'll look after him. Like a mother taking in orphans he cares for everyone. So if he did have a hashira training arc, he would treat the slayers well. This isn't to say however he wouldn't be tough on you. He'll make you go through a grueling training just to bulk you up.

We have to remember this is a man who had to self train himself after his father stopped training him. But with his father leaving him to his own devices and a good book he fairly learns quickly.

Now as for his estate, its pretty small compared to the others. He also seems to live nearby a small town as many hashira do stay close to their respectable districts. Based on specific angles and how its laid out it is safe to say they don't own any land.

Rengoku also seems to have a bamboo and wheat growing behind his fence. This was shown in the dream sequence. It's possible they farm on day to day basis. After all he his a growing boy who needs to eat regularly like mitsuri.

He trains outside the front yard with his brother senjuro and he seems to spend alot of time out there when isn't on missions.

However he does have a dojo as he is seen training mitsuri in that dojo.

We've also seen one of the bedrooms as it is shows the room that leads to the front yard or possibly the backyard. Despite the room looking completely different in two pictures its possible ruka is sleeping on the other side of the room as this is still the same room room that leads out the front or backyard.

Wind chime in their ceiling

This is also the room shinjuro sleeps in and sadly the room his late wife past away peacefully. It's safe to say this is the master bedroom.

This could be senjuro's room as he uses it to have a private conversation with tanjiro. But it could just be another guest room not used.

Even though we never see kyojuro's room its possible he may share a room with senjuro due to many siblings sharing rooms together. It is very common in japan back then and now. But if he doesn't he may have a room in the estate as there could be many rooms not shown. We also have to remember mitsuri stayed there as a guest for 6 months of training. so I wouldn't be surprise if their were more rooms not shown.

Other than that, this is all we see including the dream sequence and flashbacks that were shown. Maybe in the future will see more of rengoku's life and origins as we got a flashback of rengoku's memories on how he defeated a lower moon.

I give it a 3 out of 5. As we saw some exterior and interior designs but not enough to show its qualities.

[katiemay-025]

Cabin in the Woods

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Summary: After the rebellion you decide to move to District 7 to be with Johanna and help her through her hydrophobia.

wc: 1.7k

warnings: y/n/n = your nickname, mdni, mentions of hydrophobia, swearing, brief nudity, blood. a/n: getting tired of searching tumblr for Johanna Mason fics and not finding any new ones so I wrote one myself.

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The train pulled into the station and when the doors open, you’re greeted by the fresh smell of pine and the thick misty clouds. It had been a months since Katniss shot Coin and the victor’s were whisked away back to their district. You were from District 10, and used to live and breathe on the farm where you raised the cattle and horses. After months without a caretaker, some of them hopped the fence but most of them died.

There wasn’t much to rebuild in District 10 so you decided a change of scenery would be nice. More than anything, you wanted to see Johanna in District 7. You wanted to see how she was doing considering she refused any more help from the doctors. So here you were standing at the District 7 platform with a small pack of clothes on your back.

Finnick gave you her address and directions to her house since he’d been there for the victory tour as the mentor for the 72nd Hunger Games. When you had won during the 66th year, Johanna hadn’t had a house yet in Victor’s Village.

Making your way through the town was easy, most people far and wide had gone to The Capitol to see Snow’s execution, they were all still trickling back. The almost ghost town didn’t bother you, but a ghost house did. At first you weren’t sure if you had the right house but then you saw the horse figurine half carved from its stake and the many other figurines. As far as you knew none of the other victors had their talent as woodcarvings.

This was definitely Johanna’s house but it was as barren as when you had came home to your house. Musty and a layer of dust caking everything. Unsure of where she could have gone, you went back to the town where a few people were moving the logs around to help with the rebuilding. Someone must know where she went so you asked around. “Hey have you seen Johanna Mason? She’s a few inches taller than me, with brown spikey hair and brown eyes. She also permanently glares at everything.”

“Oh yeah the victor, she comes into town twice a week for food supplies.”

“She’s not at her house?”

“No she’s out west past the tree farms doing god knows what.”

“Okay thank you.”

All you had to go off of was Johanna was past the tree farms. The farms looked bad, the ground was uneven, the trees were uprooted and some of them had a chunk of the trunk blasted out, District 7 must’ve rebelled here, mirroring District 10 and the main work places.

At the end of the grid of trees, there was a trail between the bushes, at the start you found tracks that led further into the forest. It took another 30 minutes before you heard wooden logs tapping against each other.

Johanna was 10 feet in the air hanging with her legs wrapped around the tree and using the back end of her axe to hammer in the final frame log for her… whatever she’s building.

“So this is where Johanna goes after the war.” You say grabbing her attention.

“You know damn well why, I fucking hate that mansion.” she said swinging down to the roof of the cabin she built below the platform. “How did you find me?”

“Oh you know, I asked for directions and the guy sent me this way to follow angry gremlin tracks.”

Johanna rolled her eyes. “I have an axe in my hand right now.”

“You’re not a threat to me Mason. I can spit on you and you’d go into shock.”

“Shut the fuck up.” She scoffed. It was mean yes, using her fears against her but Johanna needs the reality check and from experience, she takes you more seriously when you don’t coddle her.

“No. You can’t sweep it under the rug Johanna. Not this time, I won’t let you. It starts just like this, not showering, avoiding the rain. Soon it’ll turn to you not staying hydrated and I’m not letting you die.”

“So what? You’re going to stay here until I get better?”

“If that’s what it takes.” You felt it first, the cold drop of water on your hand. “Let’s go inside, you can give me a tour.” You offer your hand towards Johanna and she pushes it out of the way as she walks around the cabin to the front door. You see the hair on her neck stand followed by heavy breathing. Without a second thought, she sprinted towards the door tripping on the steps of her porch and ramming into the door.

You winced watching her in pain so you moved to help her. As soon as you touched her shoulder she knocked it away again. “I’m fine!” She shouted. You could hear the pitter patter as the rain hit the leaves above you. You felt more drops on your head and looked up to feel them on your face. You loved the rain and if Johanna wasn’t going to accept your help, you’d at least enjoy it.

You reached your arm towards the sky smiling at the cool misty air. You hopped from the porch and ran circles around the tree spinning through the forest like a fairy. In the floor, you collected the pine needles and threw them into the air with a giggle, but you quickly turned your head to Johanna who sat with her back towards the door and her knees pressed to her chest.

The rain wasn’t getting to her because of the overhang but you saw the glistening under her eyes. Blood ran down her nose as well and watching her was like that 17 year old girl who cried through her reaping and her interview. Only this time it was real. You quickly stopped your dance and walked over to her, ignoring the squelching in your shoes. You crouched down out of arms reach from her. You wanted to hold her but you knew it would send her into a deeper madness because of your wet clothes.

“Are you okay?”

“It’s not fair! It’s not fair that you get to go out and dance in the rain and I can’t.” She whined. “District 7 is a rain forest, it rains majority of the days here and I can’t even step off my porch.”

“You’re right it’s not fair, but like I said, I’ll be here and I’ll help you every step of the way. One day we’ll be able to dance together in the rain.”

“It’s stupid. I know you’re fine but I-“

You waited for her to continue but her voice died out. “It’s not stupid Johanna. It’s completely understandable.” You reached your hand out to catch the rain and held it out towards Johanna. “Baby steps. If you wanna poke the water, go ahead. If not I’ll just sit here.”

This was a tactic to get the horses to trust you with a brush, holding the item in your hand and letting them feel the bristles of the brush for themselves before you grooming their hair. Johanna crawled to sit next to you. You heard her sniffling and saw her fingers shake when she brought it up. You never moved letting her dip her finger in the pool of your palms. “I can do this. It can’t hurt me.” She said to herself before plunging her finger in the water.

Johanna looked up at you like a child looking for approval and you returned a beaming smile. Your cheekbones rose high to turn your eyes into crescent moons. In all honesty you were proud she at least retained some things the doctor in District 13 taught her, like positive self motivation.

It seemed to click for Johanna that she actually touched water from the first time since The Block. “It’s a start. I’m proud of you.” You said.

Johanna let out a sigh she didn’t know she was holding as she looked into your eyes. If you weren’t here, she’d have hid under her bed until who knows when, but in your presence, it was like a protection. Through everything you had gone through, you were still the same caring and patient y/n she knew.

“I’m going to change before I start catching a cold.” You stood up stripping off your jacket. The cold water seeping down your back and you left it next to the door.

“If I see any water inside I’m strangling you.”

You shook your head as you stripped off the rest of your clothes turning to an all too smug Johanna. “Happy?”

“Very.” She said checking you up and down. “It’s like your horses and the apples you give them when they do a good job. I touch water and you get naked as a reward.

You laugh at her comparison. You couldn’t even be mad at her, after all, you did treat her like a horse a couple minutes ago. If this was going to help her then you wouldn’t mind.

“Okay. I can do that only in private though. I am not getting naked at the market, when you run your hand through the produce sprinklers.”

“That’s better for me then. I get you to myself.” She opened the door and let you go in. As you stepped into her cabin in the woods, you felt a hand squeeze the skin on your butt and snapped your head towards her, her name on the tip of your tongue. Johanna threw her head back laughing at your reaction before walking past you and bumping her hip with yours. "Make yourself some tea, I've got tea bags and pine needles. Collect your own water though. I'll get you some towels and clothes to dry off."

What a day, from being on a train to getting naked in the middle of the forest. No matter what though, you were glad that the day was ending in the presence of Johanna Mason. After putting on her clothes, because you stupidly left your pack in the rain, the two of you cuddled under a blanket and enjoyed the warmth of the crackling fire.

[spiceofvy]

🐙honestly dude I'm just making a little pile of ideas for you to choose from at this point. This one is significantly more outlandish. Feel free to return to sender *forgot to check the rules on crossovers

Jungkook. Felix. Reader. Thruple. Poly group? Definitely a relationship a la threesome. In "subtle thing BTS do for crush" Jungkook steals crush's stuff. In "Stray Kids:reader is taller" Felix steals Reader's clothes. Bunch of soviet's honestly.

Anyway I figured Reader would be a noncomforming male anyway and a little taller than 5'7"Felix but still shorter than 5'10"Jungkook.

Main prompt is basically Reader and their two romantic but kleptomaniac men. Headcanon the shit of that, please?

Kooklix Throuple Headcanons

Jungkook x Reader x Felix

cw: no gendered terms but i wrote this with a masc!reader in mind, sfw + nsfw, mostly soft, lots of fluff

SFW:

The three of you are the most amazing parents for Bam. But be careful when Felix is alone with him because he loves to spoil that pup rotten, and Jungkook tries his best to train Bam but he is too weak to go through with it, so you need to be the strict parent every now and then.

Your life is filled with so much laughter. So much silly joy and wholesome fun. Just smiles and gentleness everywhere. Honestly it's just really wholesome.

But there are also so many uncensored emotions. Just openly feeling things around each other. If joy or sadness, there is no need to be apologetic about it. So instead the three of you embrace this openness. And are free to feel things together.

Those two are the founders of the cuddle pile. The more direct skin contact the better. I hope you don't tend to run hot because one of them is always snuggling up to you. And feeling always brinks blankets (and Bam probably joined at one point too)

So much support. No matter how big or small the occasion is, you are always each other's cheerleaders. Those two also love to take you wherever they go, but if they can't expect tons of selfies of our fashion boys.

Gaming together is the biggest mess ever. Felix going all in, being sweaty as hell and Jungkook tagging along, just having fun trolling the enemies. I hope you enjoy playing support because those two will need it.

They both really love to keep something of each other and of yours with them, especially when they go on tour. Little trinkets, plushies or pieces of clothing. Whatever. And in turn they also always put something of theirs in your suitcase whenever you go on a trip.

The three of you host all the parties! And they are always hits. No matter if they are dinner parties, karaoke parties or the type of parties where you find glitter in your kitchen and people on your couch the next day, everyone loves them. Especially the two social butterflies you get to call your boyfriends.

The three of you have definitely shared animal crossing islands or stardew Valley farm, or anything of that kind. It is a sweet little thing, until someone decides to take your loot. Because even if it's digital, they still don‘t know what private ownership is.

And you guys definitely send out cheesy self made christmascards. The kind where you all dress up in matching ugly sweaters and pose in front of a lit fireplace. Bam is probably dressed up too.

You also always have a front row seat for their shared dance or workout sessions. They both love to train together and you can just enjoy the abs i mean show. But they not only love bonding together but also love to show off to you.

Both of them love selfies. Especially all three of you together. But they love taking candids even more. Expect folders of folders filled with candid of each other, all of them sent to your group chat, geeking out about each other. They are so smitten and you are too.

You get to live in such a supportive household. The two of them are so excited for everything you do. Especially when it comes to you leaning into your more gender-non-conforming side. Felix being a unisex icon himself is an obvious cheerleader for you, but Jungkook also loves to see you try out new things and loves to break boundaries too. The two of them love to watch you as you try on new clothes or new aspects of your identity and they love to support your ideas.

Junkgkook loves to flex that he needs no english tutor because he has you and Felix who talk english to him and give him english lessons. But lets be honest, you don‘t give him actual lessons, he just speaks his cute english to you and you and Felix are totally smitten for him.

When you guys are apart you definitely have planned group video calls dates. It's a fun thing you do to just enjoy time with each other, and you love the time you get together thanks to those dates.

NSFW:

Both of them have crazy stamina in bed and you have the choice between just laying there and taking what they give you. Don‘t worry about reciprocating, they are both service tops and love to spoil you rotten.

But the two are switches at heart so you can have all the freedom you want with them. Including them bottoming or being subs for you. And they are such obedient little sweethearts.

No sex when Bam is in the room or anywhere close to it. End of discussion.

Super soft making up sex after the slightest misunderstanding. Filled with so many compliments and apologies and promises of undying love. Those two tend to feel emotions really intensely so they are also both very serious about making it back up.

Cuddling is aftercare and foreplay, sometimes both at the same time.

Both of them liking to watch and being watched. And they are so pretty together, such a nice show. Especially when you speak up and compliment them while they are at it. They immediately turn into mush. In turn neither of them mind watching you and one of them. But no one else is allowed to look, it always stays between the three of you.

On their formerly long hair, both of them love having it played with/pulled, but please be careful if Felix just got his bleached. He has a sensitive scalp.

[allwaswell16]

A One Direction fic rec of hurt/comfort fics as requested in this ask. This rec is a part 2, you can find part 1 here. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis / Harry -

❤️‍🩹 This Multiplicity of Powers by @helloamhere

(E, 149k, superheroes) Maybe there’s a universe where he doesn’t have to keep all his secrets on the inside. But this isn’t that universe. //an X-Men AU.

❤️‍🩹 another dream but always you by you_explode / @nobodymoves

(M, 66k, famous/not famous) Harry is a Dreamwalker; he has the ability to visit people in their dreams and help put them on the right path. He's assigned to Louis, who's struggling after the break-up of his band.

❤️‍🩹 saw some things on the other side by we_are_the_same / @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed

(M, 61k, time travel) Louis’ plan doesn’t take into account the fact that instead of writing murder mysteries, he will find himself in one.

❤️‍🩹 Chasing, Searching, Dreaming by @parmahamlarrie

(E, 46k, soulmates) Harry has known who his soulmate is since he was twenty years old, and ever since, he has been waiting for Louis to be ready for him. 

❤️‍🩹 Train Tracks and Porcelain by @jaerie

(E, 41k, historical circus au) Shadows were forming into people and things and, there in the middle of it, Louis watched the humongous head of an elephant emerge from a box car right in front of his eyes. Or a Water For Elephants inspired AU

❤️‍🩹 Caves End by jacaranda_bloom / @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 39k, farm) the one where Harry has lost his future, Louis has lost his past, but maybe together, they can find a way through the dark.

❤️‍🩹 My Other Half Was You by @lululawrence

(NR, 35k, acrobat Louis) By the age of 30, Louis' entire life trajectory had changed from what he'd thought it would be. He moved back to the town he grew up in and did his best to pull himself and his life back together again.

❤️‍🩹 All Out of Love by SunTomato / @sun-tomato

(G, 32k, cupid au) While on a mission to match Liam and Zayn, the distraction comes in the shape of Louis Tomlinson – an overworked and underloved man trying way too hard to do everything himself.

❤️‍🩹 Until the Pearls Get Lost by LadyLondonderry / @londonfoginacup

(M, 25k, omegaverse) Liam’s childhood friend Louis is about to become the talk of the city; left at the altar because the mating bond was rejected, Louis will spend the rest of his life in an institution unless Liam can find someone to take him in and care for him as he recovers.

❤️‍🩹 Scarred by @allwaswell16

(E, 23k, omegaverse) As a male omega, Louis has learned to live with disappointment and rejection, but he dreams of the day he finds his soulmate. When Harry inadvertently rejects him as his soulmate, Harry has no idea he's doomed Louis to a slow, painful death.

❤️‍🩹 what's left of my halo's black by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove

(E, 22k, fwb) A year after a devastating breakup, Louis is still trying to put himself back together - but getting over a breakup is hard when you work as a wedding planner. Thankfully, his coworker Harry is the most supportive friend Louis could ask for.

❤️‍🩹 some evening in springtime by delsicle / @eeveedel

(M, 20k, age difference) Fresh out of veterinary school, Louis moves to a sleepy small town in Texas to take over the local animal clinic. But his new life is quickly interrupted by a middle aged rancher with a bad leg and a mysterious past, who really needs Louis's yoga skills.

❤️‍🩹 Safe place to hide us away by @lunarheslwt

(T, 12k, omegaverse) weighed down by everyday stress, alpha Harry takes up nesting in secret. It takes a load of missing clothes and unravelling lies for him to realise that his omega would love and accept him no matter what.

❤️‍🩹 Close Enough to Touch by YesIsAWorld / @louandhazaf

(M, 11k, tour au) Louis definitely did not need a masseuse on tour. Not even if that masseuse turned out to be gorgeous, kind, and lovely.

❤️‍🩹 I Kinda Need A Hero (Is It You) by @fallinglikethis

(NR, 5k, flower shop) Louis is a barista who’s had his heart broken. Harry is the boy who wants to put the pieces back together.

❤️‍🩹 Together We're the Greatest by @hellolovers13

(E, 4k, exes) It's not the first time Louis has to stitch Harry back together, but Louis will make sure it is the last.

❤️‍🩹 The Cowboy In Us All by @taggiecb

(G, 3k, famous/famous) When the real pain of trouble in their relationship gets to be too much they turn to the one thing that they can control; the messages in the songs they sing onstage.

❤️‍🩹 Remember Me (When I'm With You) by liberty_barnes / @liberty-barnes

(T, 1k, fallen angel Louis) the one where Louis was cast out and Harry just wants him to be happy.

- Rare Pairs -

❤️‍🩹 your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer. 

❤️‍🩹 a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface

(NR, 10k, Niall/Harry) Harry’s never been around an omega in depri as bad off as Niall looks; most of the time, there’s an alpha friend or family member who can help out with scenting and physical contact.

[guiltgal]

Part 10 of the Dc x Pokemon series: Damian Wayne!

I gave him a lot of baby pokemon because he's the baby of the family, this means nothing in relation to his skill of training pokemon. All his pokemon will eventually evolve.

Damian Wayne's public Pokemon.

Alfred: Damian's Persian companion. Spoiled rotten and wears a bowtie collar. The picture of a pampered prince.

Titus: Houndoom raised from a Houndour. Surprisingly doesn't join Damian on his vigilante escapades and instead chooses to defend the Cave and Manor.

Bernice: A Miltank from the Kent Farm. Damian had been heard talking about his cow often enough that they needed a public facing pokemon and the Kents were happy to provide. Damian had no complaints and the Miltank keeps Batcow excellent company.

Nadim: Damian's Eevee gven to him by his father. Damian expected him to evolve into an umbreon, but he has not yet. The second he finds or is presented with a Leaf Stone, Nadim will immediately go for it. Currently dons hood and cape on patrol

Rembrandt: a Smeargle requested to be caught by Damian after painting with him on Manor grounds when it was passing through.

Jerry: Doduo

Vivillon (Jungle pattern): Caught by Damian on his own world tour. People think he bought it for the pattern.

Myra: Happiny befriended by Damian while volunteering at the hospital. Bruce believes Damian is more like Thomas Wayne than Bruce will ever be because of this pokemon. Learning the ropes from Damian's grandfather's Blissey.

Nolan: Ducklett caught on Manor grounds.

Cyclizar/R-Cycle: Damian's street mount both in and out of costume.

Robin's combat and support companions. Some of these pokemon are neither, just pokemon that Damian Wayne publically can't have.

Batcow: Paldean Tauros with an unusual facial pattern. Rescued by Damian while Dick was acting as Batman and the reason Damian is a vegetarian. Gets along well with the newly aquired Bernice.

Edward: Tyrogue

Legacy: The Fletchling presented to him by Dick Grayson after he became Robin.

Goliath: An unknown Regional variant Noivern. Absolutely massive and primarily red in color. Damian's flying mount.

Samira: Gligar that came with Damian to Gotham. She's one of his first ever pokemon and a gift from his mother after telling him of his father.

Warrior: Zubat caught in the Cave.

Valiant: Shinx that came with him to Gotham.

Ball: Woobat caught in the Cave.

Legend: Pawniard that came to Gotham with Damian.

Honedge: Caught on Damian's world tour.

Joan: Rookidee presented as a gift from Alfred. Roosts with the Corviknight and sleeps under Vengence's wings.

Little Night: Riolu

Watchful: Taillow

Ivanestigator: Yungoos

Penelope: Mienfoo

Rakish: Starly

Drake (Don't get a big head, Timothy): Jangmo-o That Damian caught on a mission with Tim.

Contingency: Kryptonian Minior (Green core) entrusted to him by Jon Kent.

Wiggles: Amazingly, this Rayquaza followed Damian into battle and then just never left. It even seems to like the name Wiggles.

[hannahbarberra162]

Country Mouse, City Mouse Chapter 2

Now on Ao3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 2 - Oh, Fiddleheads.

“Would you like to view the accommodations of the castle?” Mihawk addressed you, after completing a tour of his farm. You were a little impressed, he hadn’t done a terrible job. Especially since this looked like his first foray into farming. You’d definitely seen worse. He was a man of few words, telling you only the names of the fruits and vegetables he’d planted. That’s ok, you didn’t mind silence either. You were sitting on your haunches and making a rough sketch of the farm with paper and pencil you’d had in your sack. You stood up and said “sure enough.”

The afternoon sun had come and gone, and you were hungry. “By the way,” you said, walking towards the castle “I’m not much of a cook. I can grow your food but I cain’t cook it. Er, not well by any means. I can try, but you might not like the results.”

“It is no matter. A cooking schedule has already been established. Perona and I switch off, as Roronoa is also…not inclined towards cooking.”

“Oh, there are other folks here? And they don’t help you on the farm?”

“Roronoa is dedicated only to his training. Perona prefers to remain in the castle.”

“Oh, she’s what I call an indoor cat. Ain’t nothing. Takes all types to make the world run.” With that, you continued walking in silence together. You didn’t feel the need to say anything and neither did he. Walking along together, you occasionally pointed out wild edible flora. “Let’s keep our eyes on that fiddlehead fern. Once they’re ready, they taste great sauteed.” Mihawk looked over at the fern but said nothing. 

Upon reaching the castle, he opened the large door with ease. “After you,” he said gesturing inside. It was a grand place, you supposed, all bricks and tall ceilings. “There are many unused rooms inside the estate, you may select whichever suits you.”

“Oh no need, I’ll just be here to eat. Maybe to bundle vegetables when the harvest comes.”

“What do you mean.” he said the question as a statement, as though the thought of not living in the castle was unfathomable.

“This ain’t my kinda place. Too grand for the likes of me,” you said with a kind smile. “I saw you have a shed out by the farm. I’ll live in there. Nice ‘n comfy.”

“The garden shed is not a suitable accommodation.”

“That’s fine, I don’t mind hunkerin’ down outdoors. Weather seems fine tonight.”

Mihawk sputtered. You’d rather sleep in the grass than in his grand castle? 

 “You alright there, Boss? We already fightin’ each other?”

“There is no fight. If you wish to live in the shed or outside like the animals, you may do as you please. Beware the humandrills. I will give you no further warnings.”

“Thank you kindly.”

Mihawk POV

You did know your craft of farming. He enjoyed listening to you talk about the wild vegetables and their practical applications. You did not feel the need to prattle on when there was nothing needing to be mentioned, something he appreciated. You had a certain spark that made everything more interesting. It was charisma, he realized. Not like Shanks, who weaponized it to manipulate those foolish enough to fall for it. You were artless in your charming personality and it shined through your words and actions. You were not unpleasant to be around, which Mihawk appreciated.

He was going to show you around the castle when you told him your preposterous idea of living outside in the shed. He had never heard of such nonsense. But you were an adult woman capable of making your own foolish choices. He didn’t have to understand it. 

It was Perona’s turn to cook dinner, and he could smell the stew she was finishing. Perona, as temperamental as she was, had a knack for cooking. It was easier to tolerate her outbursts on a full stomach. He walked you to the kitchen and showed you the attached mess room. Though he had a penchant for eating in the dining room, they most often took their meals in the mess. Perona was floating about, putting the finishing touches into the stew.

“Ooooh, what do we have here?” Perona said as she floated about, encircling you. “Did you finally get a servant like I wanted? This one is dirty. Ew! Make it wash!” Perona said as she grimaced in disgust. You just laughed at her words, taking her insults in stride. You did not even comment on the fact that she was floating about with her hollows following.  

“Ain’t no servant, but I am dirty, no denyin’ that. I’m Y/N, I’m workin’ the farm for a few. You must be Perona. Heard a lot about you, but didn’t do you justice. Why you’re as beautiful as the day is long,” you said, tilting your head to the side and smiling. You had quickly surmised the way to Perona’s heart - through her ego. 

“Ah, don’t be so silly! In these old rags? I’m usually so much cuter!,” Perona was waving you off while smiling and blushing. 

“No, I mean it. I’ve never seen hair like yours before - just the crowning jewel of your look. You must tell me how you get it that way.”

Mihawk would rather eat Roronoa’s cooking than hear about Perona’s hair care routine…again. But the two of you were having a spirited conversation as the table was being set. He noticed you correctly placed the plates, bowls, cutlery and glasses according to the rules of etiquette. Roronoa joined the rest of you in the dining area. He grunted as a means of expression.

“Roronoa, this is Y/N. She is aiding my work on the farm.”

“ ‘M Zoro,” he said, sitting down to eat the plated food.

“Nice to meet you Zoro,” you answered. Though when you said it, it had an amusing twang. It sounded more like “Zoh-roh.” Roronoa said nothing and you didn’t engage with him further.

Dinner passed easily between the four of you. You talked with Perona about various topics he found exceedingly tedious. However, he was pleasantly surprised to see your table etiquette extended past table settings. He had been subjected to Roronoa’s unrefined eating style, often eating without utensils. Perona would talk with her mouth full of chewed food, a truly odious habit. You, however, held all your utensils correctly, cut your meat with the knife in your right hand, chewed with your mouth closed, and had placed a handkerchief in your lap as a napkin. Mihawk was pleased to see that there was at least one other person on the island he could bear to eat near.

After the meal, you helped clean up alongside Roronoa. Mihawk poured himself a glass of wine, and offered you one as well. You accepted, and he poured glasses for Perona and Roronoa as well. He felt it was acceptable to have a toast to new beginnings. He handed you your glass and raised it. You did the same. 

“May our harvests be bountiful and may we have the time to enjoy it.”

You smiled, and gently clinked your glass against his. Roronoa chugged his entire glass in one go. Perona sampled the wine and stuck out her tongue, declaring that it wasn’t “sweet enough.” You sipped gently and thanked him for the glass. Hopefully the humandrills didn’t kill you tonight, he thought to himself. You were becoming rather useful to have around.

[angeart]

Howwwww did you angst the world tour?? 🎀

this question made me giggle so much oh i'm glad you asked :3c there was so much yummy grian angst in the hc world tour!

it's all about grian and his penchant for destruction. he doesn't even mean to! he's not trying to be pesky; quite the opposite. he's curious but restrained, trying to be good, trying to follow instructions. he's not malicious at all! he's just there to see what people were up to, open and friendly and curious, eager to look and learn and praise. not a bad intention in sight... and yet things seem to break wherever he goes. everything he touches goes wrong.

the guilt churns, acidic and overwhelming, and grian's miserable. why is he like this? he's trying so hard, why is this the only way he can ever be? why can't it stop?

spoilers for grian's world tour video below <3

plantie pointed out to me how, during the tour of scar's train, when grian got rid of scar's arrows—the glitched ones that doc put there—he was so desperate to point it out after scar just glossed over it. as if he wanted to show that he can do something good. he can be helpful, he can fix things instead of just breaking everything.

but then we have all the other things, right? grian can't escape it.

when he was with etho and the mushroom farm exploded, he sums it up in a wretched if confused apology: "i'm so sorry. the two times i tried to use it, i broke it :( and created a water source floating— which i don't know how it happened— and flung the TNT, which i really don't understand—"

they move on, but it's so clear it lingers.

etho isn't blaming him. he's amused and brushes it off and moves along, unbothered, but grian himself can't wrap his head around it. about that propensity to breaking things, even unintentionally. the way nothing is safe around him.

he tells etho: "i can't stop thinking about your mushroom farm. why does everything i touch break, in new and unexpected ways?"

(not to mention when etho's showing him frogger and grian plays, almost instantly etho goes: "uh-oh, the game's broken", with a little huff of laugh. it wasn't exactly tied to anything grian did, but still something i wanted to point out, since grian was there for it <3)

and then grian goes to zedaph, right?

the very first game zedaph shows him. the very first. grian plays the way he was told to, the way he was meant to, and— he breaks it.

zedaph just laughs and moves them on.

(just sprinkling in a side note that zedaph's furnace minigame also didn't seem to work the way it should've—)

by the time grian gets to pearl's, it's starting to be a pattern that's so clearly eating away at him, making him anxious. he doesn't want it to happen again!

and yet.

pearl invites him to play her wordle game, and grian mindlessly goes and pushes the wrong button trying to start it... instantly stepping away with a quiet groan of a dread-filled "...oh-" followed by: "i just— ruined it already."

there's something about the mood switch. the way he seems more restrained and tame, silently upset with himself, trying so hard not to mess things up further. questioning why this is happening again. why he can't stop making it happen.

he walks over to the reset game button and asks, carefully: "can i press reset? is it gonna hurt? 🥺👉👈"

pearl reassures him he can, with a sigh noting that it'll just take a while.

there's an almost hysteric laugh from grian, followed by an exasperated, upset scream. "everything i touch breaks! when i went to e— i broke etho's thing when i went to— not frogger, his— his mushroom farm i— it blew up."

"you blew up his mushroom farm?? how? what did you do?!"

"yeah, i— i broke zed's game, instantly, pretty much, it's—"

"oh my gosh :("

"sorry 🥺"

pearl is quick to reassure him, though. "well, luckily for you, this is— you doing that (pushing the wrong button) does not break the game. it's just, you now have to wait for it to reset."

she makes sure grian knows that he didn't mess up anything terribly here. he didn't break pearl's game. it's okay! it's fine!

and then grian right clicks to open the book, and instead makes bonemeal pop out of a composter.

i think at this point pearl is a little bit taken aback by how wrong everything really seems to be going around grian. she makes sure to say, "it's fine," again, just so grian won't start worrying about it all again. "you're clicking on everything that people do not usually click on today. but it's okay. it's still not broken! it's not broken, it's alright, it's okay— i've got failsaves for people like you."

it's so sweet how she really tries to soothe him— and yet she can't help but let out that last remark.

people like you.

those few words surely lodge in more than all the reassurances. they're like splinter, proving grian right.

eventually, he gets to skizz.

during the tour of skizz's base, skizz shows him a horse statue and starts talking about how he lost his first horse at an event that grian was also a part of. and grian's stomach instantly sinks.

he asks hushedly, a bit confused, trying to remember: "was i there?"

skizz laughs. "you were absolutely there, dude."

which leads grian to ask, uneasily: "did i do it?"

skizz waves his hands, quick to easily reassure that no! that's not it, grian didn't do it!

grian lets out an oh with such palpable relief, and goes on to explain about how, "i remember witnessing it, but sometimes it's hard to disentangle whether i did it or not. coz i tell you what, on this tour i've broken everyone's stuff."

nobody was upset with grian when things broke, but here he is, several hermits down, still unable to leave it to rest. because it's him. it's him who did all of that, somehow, and he didn't mean to, but it doesn't matter. it happened anyway.

and now he can't even tell what is and what isn't his fault anymore.

the guilt is deep rooted, leaving anxious assumptions and dark, jagged precipices. how much did he destroy? what else should he be feeling guilty about? how far does this go?

he keeps breaking things, and it's such a blur that he can no longer tell what is and what isn't his fault.

the tour continues, and he delves into skizz's pyramid. and it's just— it's just a tunnel to swim through. nothing to mess up, besides potentially dying to suffocation, right?

and yet you can hear skizz shrilly exclaim: "oh he's going to end up breaking something!!"

and, (plantie's words: ) grian hearing that and just wondering, is that all i'm good for? is that all i'm known for? is that all i am?

there's no room for doubt; not really. that is what grian does, all the time, whether he wants to or not. he breaks stuff. he just— he doesn't mean to. and this tour is one big show of how powerless he is against it. (how everyone expects it from him anyway.)

despite it all, grian perseveres, trying out skizz's game, stubbornly dedicated and trying to win. (to pass; to have something to be proud of, at least—) and he gets to the powdered snow section.

there, he jumps across to a pathway that he was meant to circle to through the snow instead.

it's not breaking anything, not really. not even the rules. it's not cheating! he's just— he just did something skizz did not expect, but that was entirely possible within the game's design, even if not intended. he exploited it to his advantage; a risky, tricky shortcut.

and yet skizz remarks with a laugh: "this is what grian does! he breaks games!"

no matter what grian does... is that all he'll ever be?

is that all they'll see?

he fails getting through skizz's game, is thanked for play-testing, praises it all, they talk it all away, and...

and then grian goes to tour mumbo's base.

and fails to even die properly to his llama—

and then mumbo shows him his archive machine, and instantly panicks when grian gets curious about it, begging him not to touch anything. and grian says: "your stomach just fell through didn't it?" and after mumbo's immediate agreement, he adds: "and rightfully so. coz, almost everything i've touched on this tour has broken."

there's not a sliver of surprise to mumbo's anxious rushed: "yeah, yeah yeah! please stop now." because, of course things have broken. of course what grian touches is bound to go wrong. of course—

and then mumbo very carefully tells grian what to do with the machine.

grian does as he's told.

mumbo looks up and pauses, a frown crossing his face as he takes it in. he notes that grian probably did it too fast—

(something went wrong)

(something broke)

mumbo says: "i can't believe you come along and every single thing in my base starts [going wrong/breaking/malfunctioning]"

and then grian mysteriously ends up with an extra book from mumbo's machine, much to mumbo's dismay. grian's confused, cogs spinning as he tries to figure out what did he mess up this time to result in this.

it's clear mumbo wants grian away from his machine. it's not safe. (grian isn't safe.)

"maybe just give that to me and maybe just step away from the contraption. and then— maybe just leave me to—"

grian's upset and bewildered voice cuts in: "i didn't do anything wrong this time :(("

he's trying so hard.

he's trying so hard to be good and do things right and not mess anything up.

(it isn't working.)

(it's never bound to work, is it?)

mumbo ushers him away, and ends up showing him another cool invention—an elevator. except the second mumbo hits the button, a creeper shows up and explodes it. (it's midday.) (it wasn't even meant to be there.)

this one isn't grian's fault at all, but with everything that's happened— well, it's easy enough to link it to grian's presence. like a bad luck omen.

apprehensively, grian asks if the elevator broke, and mumbo—a bit bewildered by the reality of it—says that no, it seems to still work. "amazingly," he tacks on, disbelieving.

grian's relieved. "ohh, i thought we were in big trouble there!"

besides himself, mumbo anxiously agrees: "augh. i was like, if every single creation that i show breaks in some fashion, i'm just gonna quit."

because this isn't normal. none of this is, least of all everything at once. it simply doesn't happen.

(not when grian isn't there, anyway.)

mumbo notes that he needs to work on his lighting, and grian nods wisely saying it's a perpetual issue, but the anxiety is digging its talons in now, unrelenting. (what else is going to go bad in grian's presence? what else will he mess up? what else will he break? why is he like this?)

another remark that comes after this is mumbo's nervous: "i've actually just built up the automatic sorter which does this—which you're not gonna touch. we're banned from touching any redstone contraptions!"

and what can grian do but oblige? (but he can at least look, right?)

but does it ever change anything?

does it matter?

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at the end of the day, the others don't think too much about it.

they all say their part, pass their judgment, wave their hands, dismiss, move on. it doesn't keep them up at night.

... i think it might keep grian up at night.

a cacophonous collection of word snippets, aimed at him or woven around him, digging under his skin until it bleeds. a noose of inescapable fate, a tightening band around his chest that promises he can only ever be one thing:

a vessel for destruction.

it doesn't matter if he wants to be.

shackles and chains and a cosmic inevitability written into his skin, etched into his bones, tangled into his bloodstream. and an ever-rising guilt like stormy sea, far above his head now, drowning him.

(maybe he's not meant to be near other people and their things.)

(maybe he's not meant to touch games that were constructed with so much effort and love and passion poured into them.)

(maybe he shouldn't—)

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bonus screenshots from discord DMs (with extra sprinkles of hmtb mentions):

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bonus hmtb quotes because i kept thinking about it:

He always destroys the things he loves most, after all.

and:

He destroyed everything he touched, and when there was nothing left, he destroyed the only remaining thing: himself.

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[oscconfessions]

Ever since i got my X plush in july, there has not been one single time he hasnt gone out with me. He has been EVERYWHERE. Different kinds of stores and restaurants, the movie theatre multiple times, the bfdi x ii tour, on roller coasters (i have a good grip), strawberry farm, trains, boats, safari rides/zoos, a warehouse, farmers markets, and during all of this, he has been recognized about only four times (minus object show events)

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[holyrunawaychild]

Wereworld What Ifs

What if Tilly wasn’t the one to Amelie entrusted with Drew?

Following up the poll I had posted, I wanted to break down how I think this what if would go in each of it's possible situations.

I should note, as much as there is a possibility for others beyond Tilly, Bergan, Manfred and Vega to have been entrusted with a baby Drew, the named characters that could be are few and questionable if possible given the time line.

This post will contain and discuss spoilers for future books/seasons

As much as I would be interested to explore Drew being raised by Huth in Redmire or by Griffyn (or even Shah) on the run, these have a few too many asterisks attached for me to explore in this post.

For this hypothetical, I'm only exploring three possibilities. If Bergan raised Drew. If Manfred raised Drew. And if Vega raised Drew.

First, I want to set ground rules of how I'll treat the possibilities for each potential timeline. I want to be as logical as possible while

Unless there's ample reasoning to assume otherwise, events that transpire in the canon timeline (book or series) will happen. Ie Lucas (if born) being betrothed to Gretchen, Whitley becoming a scout of the green cloaks, Hector training to be a magister, etc.

If there are competing pieces of canon across Wereworld and Wolf King, I'll defer to Wereworld as canon.

If details from Wereworld and Wolf King don't contradict each other, then they are treated as canon to both.

I’ll only cover the ‘certainties’ of the what if. Feel free to explore and expand on any of these as you like.

In any situation that Leopold is killed, defeated or otherwise removed from the throne, word will find its way to Bast.

Whomever Amelie entrusts Drew to swears an oath to raise and protect him. They can't abandon him or sell him out (*cough* *cough* Vega), they have to raise him as their own.

Leopold finds out about Drew and sends Vanmorten to kill him on the Hunter's Moon. This feels like an event that will happen regardless of with Dad Drew has, setting off his journey but it will play out differently each time.

I'll also try to theorize what could change about Drew's character if he didn't grow up with the Ferrans.

Timeline 1: Manfred raised Drew (Stagdad!Drew)

Stagdad!Drew is probably the variant of Drew that is the most incognito amongst his new family. As he could arguably pass as one of Manfred's children or as Mikkel's son.

Growing up alongside Reinhardt, Milo and Mia, Drew likely would be trained as a knight. Being a much more refined fighter than he is in the main timeline. His personality would likely be similarly effected, more honor and duty-bound. Acts like a werelord noble, not a farm boy of the Cold Coast. More willing and prepared to take up his destiny of being King.

As pointed out by @jgvfhl, Drew growing up in Stormdale would likely be one of the safer options for him. Far away from Highcliff and, if push comes to shove, he could be sent to Omir for safety from the Lions.

Stormdale also has its close proximity to Tor Raptor, the Screaming Peak. The resting place of Wergar's sword, Moonbrand, and the way to call the return of the Hawklords. The only wrinkle in that being that only Griffyn knows Moonbrand is there, as he put it there before Leopold took his wings. And his opinion of the other allies of Wergar would make him not inclined to share that secret.

But in the Stagdad timeline, likely during the tour the Lions did of Griffyn and his wings through the Barebones, while at Stormdale Manfred would earn his trust back in revealing he's taking care of Drew.

So, when Drew comes of age (on the night of the Hunter's Moon), Manfred takes him to Tor Raptor in preparation for retaking the throne from Leopold.

Paralleling what happens to canon Drew in SotH, Stagdad!Drew and Manfred are attacked by Vanmorten. Who likely brought a few crowlords with him.

Though Drew is able to make it to the tombs to retrieve Moonbrand, Manfred wouldn’t. Vankaskan sticking him with a silvered dagger. But not before the Duke of Stormdale took the rat bastard with him.

I like to think the last thing Drew sees of Manfred is the only father looking proud one final time. And for Manfred, maybe he sees a shadow of his former friend in Drew.

With Moonbrand in hand and the Hawklords returning to the Barebones, there’s not much else for Drew to collect allies and storm Highcliff keep.

[simshousewindsor]

By Shon Gableton | Published by SNN

WILLOW CREEK, Americreek (SNN) - - Queen Katherine I and Prince Rainier, Prince consort, just returned from a visit to the United States and the White House on a goodwill tour. During this five-day visit, the royal couple were hosted by President Paulina McNally and First Gentleman Prescott McNally at the White House. Queen Katherine I stayed in the Rose Bedroom while Prince Rainier stayed in the Lincoln Bedroom.

Queen Katherine I has shown off a more adventurous side of her wardrobe in vintage pieces, and custom made dresses during her royal tour of the United States of Americreek this week, mostly by famed designer @rustys-cc.

DAY ONE

LANDING IN THE US IN COLORS OF THE FLAG

As they arrived at Reinhart Airport in the RAF Voyager jet to kick off their tour, Her Majesty touched down on her trip in a bright blue outfit by designer @rustys-cc while Rainier opted for a grey suit and tie.

The Queen also carried a scallop trim clutch by @theroyalsims and wore Adaline's Wedding brooch. In a nod to the Americreek flag, Queen Katherine paired her gorgeous cobalt blue dress with @dallasgirl79's 'Christian Louboutin Iriza' pumps in the same shade.

Katherine and Rainier were greeted on the tarmac by Willow Creek Governor, Jamal Tompkins and US Secretary of State, Rachel Pitt.

Their first stop was the White House to meet with President McNally and the first gentleman, and settle in their rooms. The president is in a crucial race for re-election in November against Republican challenger, Harold T. Dixon.

In a statement, Buckingsim Palace stressed this as a 'goodwill tour' not a State visit, which warrants official public ceremonies, and state receptions. Royal/goodwill tours are less formal visits than a state visit to another country, with a lesser emphasis on ceremonial events.

DAY TWO

VISIT CACAO FARM IN NEWCREST

The Queen once again showed she's mastered the art by donning the colors of Americreek's flag on day two of her US tour with Prince Rainier.

They kicked off the second date of their tour by indulging their love of music and chocolate as they were shown around a family-run cacao farm in the coastal town of Willsimsburg.

Dressing like the Americreek flag, Kate donned a §500 blue and white polkadot midi-dress by @sentate, for the occasion. To add an extra touch of blue, Her Majesty donned §55 statement Aquamarine earrings from trendy brand @glitterberrysims. And she recycled her trusty nude platform wedges by @dallasgirl79, her go-to footwear for any summery events or outings.

During their visit to the Che 'il chocolate farm, Kate couldn't resist the "amazing" smell wafting in the air as she tried her hand at grinding nibs (crumbled dried cacao beans) with a mortar and pestle, a task typically performed by sims women in the rural communities of Latin Americreek.

And though Prince Phillip, Princess Grace, Prince Michael, and Prince Samuel were thousands of miles away, they were at the forefront of the Queen and Prince consort's minds, with Kate admitting, "I think our children will be very jealous," as they dipped tortilla chips into a chocolate fountain and sampled hot chocolate made from the organic farm.

DAY THREE

VISITED THE ANCIENT MAYAN ARCHAEOLOGICAL SITE OF DEL SOL VALLEY

The Queen dressed for the occasion as she embarked on a trip to the ancient Mayan archaeological site in the jungle during day three of the tour, as she joined Prince Rainier on a visit to an ancient Mayan site in Del Sol Valley.

She arrived in green trousers, paired with a simple white t-shirt, Ray Ban 2140 sunglasses by PauleanR and canvas boots.

The prince matched Her Majesty and dressed in casual neutrals.

Kate and Rainier later went deeper into the jungle and took part in a jungle survival skills lesson with the US Army Training Support Unit.

DAY FOUR

WHITE HOUSE GIFT EXCHANGE AND RECEPTION

President McNally exchanged gifts with Queen Katherine I in an East Room ceremony at the White House in Willow Creek.

Her Majesty wore a repeat, but in purple, of the Somerville Coat Dress by @warwickroyals​ she wore to the 2023 Service of Thanks.

The Queen presented President McNally with a set of silver-plated horseshoes and a leather bound version of "Americreek Is Lost," a copy of the essay written in 1882 by King Albert II analyzing the causes and the effects of the Americreek Revolution.

The President gifted Queen Katherine and Rainier, Prince consort a Steuben crystal flower bowl engraved with quotations from William Shakesime and a framed print of an 1897 newspaper illustration depicting four horses pulling a carriage through Newcrest.

US Senator Mitch McCorkle also presented Her Majesty a pair of Gold Butterfly earrings, a gift on behalf of the US Senate.

Showing she can also dress up to, later in the day Katherine I sported a §2,500 vintage yellow gown by designer @rustys-cc for an evening reception in celebration of Her Majesty's visit, which she paired with the Mary Beth of Gibralsim Diamond bandeau, Pearl choker by @batsfromwesteros, and Gold Butterfly earrings gifted to her by the US Senate earlier in the day.

One of the most recognizable bracelets Katherine wore is a Vintage LEP bracelet by renowned jeweler, S-Club. Gifted to Zarah, Queen Dowager (then Queen consort) by the US Senate during a goodwill tour with husband, Edward II, in November 1952.

The bracelet features several design elements that symbolize peace and hope. The scrolling link sections have a four-leaf clover design, a floral motif that primarily symbolizes good luck, so the Queen may have opted for this bracelet in tribute to the start of her reign.

DAY FIVE

FLIGHT TO WINDENBURG

Queen Katherine and Rainier arrived at Lucas Reinhart III International Airport as they depart Americreek and board a flight back to Windenburg.

After her whirlwind tour of Americreek, Her Majesty still found time to showcase her fashion credentials.

As she departed Americreek for Windenburg, the Queen sported a vintage red @rustys-cc sweater she bought while studying at the University of Britechester, where she met Prince Rainier over a decade ago.

Buckingsim Palace announced today that The Prince consort, as chair of the Commonwealth Study Conference, will visit Dacana next week on a private working tour. The trip is the first visit overseas the Prince consort will make without the Queen.

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[dandelion-wings]

New Jarch celebration ask! In your Favonius Stables AU, what does a day in Jean's life look like? Dare I ask... how many horses disrespect the fences and break out of their enclosure each day?

Thank you for asking! :D

For context, the Favonius Stables is a quite large boarding and lesson barn. I'm basing it on several I've been at over the years, but at the same time all but the first have been run by my boss, so IDK if there's anything here that's specifically characteristic of her and not barns in general. XD

Jean is the barn manager (Varka insisted on knocking "assistant" off her title several years ago; he's already the owner, he says, and he doesn't actually want to manage anyway) and Kaeya is the informal assistant manager in turn, which I mention because he's pretty integral to Jean's daily life. They both live in apartments above the barn (there's two of them and then Varka's house, on-site, where Razor lives and takes care of the Too Many Dogs dogs in Varka's absence, which stresses Jean out enormously because they're? responsible? for this unclaimed kid who is getting "alternative schooling" from Lisa and does not appear to exist in any formal records or system? Varka refuses to explain anything and so she just makes sure Razor gets food and his shots), and thus are both reliably on-call for barn emergencies. Jean is a morning person and Kaeya is a night owl, which is useful overlap!

As the morning person, on weekdays she gets up, feeds, and puts the horses out, a process which Kaeya usually wakes up during and comes down to help with about halfway through. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, they clean the stalls together, with breaks for lessons for a couple of older ladies who prefer to come out early. Jean does Alice's lessons personally, usually while Kaeya does Klee's (Klee can come during regular schooltimes because she is also getting "alternative schooling," some of which involves Alice just leaving her at the barn for the day. Jean hates this but Varka says it's fine, so all she can do is hope it's one of the days her big brother is with her), but Kaeya does most of the others.

Once stalls are clean there's all the other regular work of a barn: checking and repairing fences, stalls, etc., ordering and picking up and unloading feed and hay, maintenance on farm machinery.... There's always something broken that needs to be dealt with, that's just how it works. The farrier comes on Fridays noon to three (they have enough horses they cycle them through), there's regular vet visits (and emergency vet visits) and such, and in between all of that she has accounts and invoices and such to deal with.

Eula arrives mid-afternoon (she has a morning job) and does most of the "training" riding, though there are a few particular boarders who insist on Jean. Lisa also arrives in early afternoon and collars Razor, and Klee if she's there, for daily schoolwork.

After school lets out, the kids descend! Eula and Kaeya will be doing back-to-back lessons for the rest of the afternoon and the early evening. Tuesdays and Thursdays are Noelle's nights to do stalls; Jean will usually help her, because there's a lot of them to do, and Noelle will protest but is too polite to stop her. Jean is the "face" of the barn to prospective boarders and students, so she often has tours and such scheduled at this time, too.

Lisa finishes up with Razor around five, which for her and Jean is dinnertime, at which point Jean more-or-less clocks out unless it's an emergency (or she sees something she has to deal with, which Lisa does her best to circumvent). Kaeya finishes up lessons earlier than Eula because he does evening feeding and turnout (with Noelle's help on Tuesdays and Thursdays), and keeps an eye on everything until everyone else is gone, because Jean would do it herself otherwise.

Weekend mornings are Amber's to work, and she is a lot fiercer than Noelle about stopping Jean from helping her. On weekends Lisa (who has a part-time job with a local university) is also there to distract her; this is when Lisa might get her and Eula to go on a trail ride with her, or drag her off the barn entirely. Eula does weekend evenings. As long as Kaeya is on-site when she's off the property, Jean will let herself be dragged off for actual recreational activities! So actually she has a better work-life balance than in the KoF. XD

(She and Kaeya both have some trauma over leaving stables unattended. The Dawn Winery Stables burned down while everyone, including the staff, were up at the actual winery for Diluc's birthday, and she and Kaeya were the ones restraining Diluc after Crepus bolted into the stable.)

During the summer kids will be there all day and things are adjusted accordingly; it does mean a bit of a break for her, because those who want to ride more while school is out are usually very eager to work that extra horse time off.

As for horses disrespecting the fences:

DODOCO, ALL DAY, EVERY DAY. There is no Pony Jail that can hold him. Legitimately the only trick is to always have hay available where you want him to be.

Midnight is a little less bad but when she sees something she wants to do she's very clever.

Spin is a jumper and treats fences as suggestions; fortunately, she also has Manners and does what is Correct unless the temptation is overwhelming.

Boreas likewise is a jumper who treats fences as suggestions, and does not have Manners; since he is a stud, he is thus in Horse Penitentiary, which is usually more effective than Pony Jail unless the mares are in season, during which he goes on night turnout to prevent accidents. There has nonetheless been one little Boreas-Spin baby when Varka did not properly secure him while the mares were out, for which he apologized deeply but was not ever forgiven. (Eula trained that colt up beautifully and did make a profit, but she still doesn't appreciate the time she spent unable to ride Spin).

Dandy is also a stud, but is Extremely Polite and also not a jumper, so he does not need to live in Horse Penitentiary.

As befit their names, Blossom is a gentlewoman, and Bunny is a gentleman. They never break out unless another horse has done it first and they're just following.

Kaeya always CLAIMS he let Waltz out by accident. No one has actually SEEN Waltz disrespect a fence. And yet....