#Soil testing methods

[heicodynamics]

Soil testing is a fundamental practice for anyone involved in gardening or farming. Understanding the composition and health of your soil can significantly enhance plant growth, yield, and overall land productivity.

[bhoojalsurvey]

Soil resistivity test

What is Soil Resistivity Test?

Soil Resistivity is most necessary when determining the design of the grounding system for new installations  to meet your ground resistance requirements. Ideally, you would find a location with the lowest possible resistance. But as we discussed before, poor soil conditions can be overcome with more elaborate grounding systems.

The soil composition, moisture content, and temperature all impact the soil resistivity. Soil is rarely homogenous and the resistivity of the soil will vary geographically and at different soil depths.

Moisture content changes seasonally, varies according to the nature of the sub layers of earth, and the depth of the permanent water table. Since soil and water are generally more stable at deeper strata, it is recommended that the ground rods be placed as deep as possible into the earth, at the water table if possible. Also, ground rods should be installed where there is a stable temperature, i.e. below the frost line.

For a grounding system to be effective, it should be designed to withstand the worst possible conditions.

What is Wenner method for soil resistivity test ?

The Wenner method is a geophysical exploration technique used to measure soil resistivity and rock resistivity:

Soil resistivity

The Wenner method is a common, reliable, and inexpensive way to measure soil resistivity at depth. It's also known as the four-terminal method. The method involves placing four electrodes in a straight line, equally spaced, and injecting a known current into the two outermost electrodes. The voltage between the two inner electrodes is then recorded. The potential is divided by the injected current to calculate the apparent resistance, or ρa.

Rock resistivity

The Wenner method can also be used to measure rock resistivity. Rocks with higher resistivity are more difficult for electric current to flow through

Setup for soil resistivity testing using Wenner 4 point method.

The Wenner method was developed by Dr. Frank Wenner in 1915. The process for conducting a Wenner test includes:

Determining the desired length of the probe

Setting up the electrodes

Driving the electrodes into the ground

Connecting a resistivity meter or multi-meter to the electrodes

Taking a reading

Process for conducting a Wenner probe test

The electrodes should be spaced a set distance apart, typically 20 cm, 50 cm, or 100 cm. The center two electrodes are the current electrodes, and the outer two electrodes are the potential electrodes.

Connect the resistivity meter or multi-meter to the electrodes. The meter should be connected to the current electrodes and the potential electrodes.

Take a reading. The resistivity meter will measure the resistance between the current electrodes and the potential electrodes.

Repeat the process at multiple locations to get a representative sample of the soil.

Calculate the average resistivity of the soil using the readings from each location.

How do I Calculate Soil Resistivity?

Soil resistivity can be calculated using wenner method

Soil resistivity test formula

ρ = 2πar

Where ρ = Resistivity

a = Depth traversed / spacing between electrodes

r = resistance value observed

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[headspace-hotel]

I saw this book entitled "Plants Have So Much to Give Us, All We Have to Do is Ask" by Mary Siisip Genuisz and i thought oh I HAVE to read that. The author is Anishinaabe and the book is all about Anishinaabe teachings of the ways of the plants.

Going from the idiotic, Eurocentric, doomerist colonialism apologia of that "Cambridge companion to the anthropocene" book, to the clarity and reasonableness of THIS book, is giving me whiplash just about.

I read like 130 pages without even realizing, I couldn't stop! What a treasure trove of knowledge of the ways of the plants!

Most of them are not my plants, since it is a different ecosystem entirely (which gives me a really strikingly lonely feeling? I didn't know I had developed such a kinship with my plants!) but the knowledge of symbiosis as permeating all things including humans—similar to what Weeds, Guardians of the Soil called "Nature's Togetherness Law"—is exactly what we need more of, exactly what we need to teach and promote to others, exactly what we need to heal our planet.

She has a lot of really interesting information on how knowledge is created and passed down in cultures that use oral tradition. The stories and teachings she includes are a mix of those directly passed down by her teacher through a very old heritage of knowledge holders, stories with a newer origin, and a couple that have an unknown origin and (I think?) may not even be "authentically" Native American at all, but that she found to be truthful or useful in some way. She likes many "introduced" plants and is fascinated by their stories and how they came here. (She even says that Kudzu would not be invasive if we understood its virtues and used it the way the Chinese always have, which is exactly what I've been saying!!!)

She seems a bit on the chaotic end of the spectrum in regards to tradition, even though she takes tradition very seriously—she says the way the knowledge of medicinal and otherwise useful plants has been built, is that a medicine person's responsibility is not simply to pass along teachings, but to test and elaborate upon the existing ones. It is a lot similar to the scientific method, I would call it a scientific method. Her way of seeing it really made me understand the aliveness of tradition and how there is opportunity, even necessity, for new traditions based upon new ecological relationships and new cultural connections to the land.

I was gut punched on page 15 when she says that we have to be careful to take care of the Earth and all its creatures, because if human civilization destroys the biosphere the rocks and winds will be left all alone to grieve for us.

What a striking contrast to the sad, cruel ideas in the Cambridge companion of the Anthropocene, where humans are some kind of disease upon the Earth that oppresses and "colonizes" everything else...!...The Earth would GRIEVE for us!

We are not separate from every other thing. We have to learn this. If I can pass along these ideas to y'all through my silly little posts, I will have lived well.

[wanologic]

college au prequel: what happened to danny during junior year - 2940 words

Viscous green liquid sludges through a dry river bed, whetting the cracked ground and seeping deep into the void. Soil softens, becoming fat with nutrient. In the most basic definition, still itself, but filled with new matter, ready and accepting of more. This is what it was made for, its purpose. It has been sitting, dry and untended for too long. In this symbiosis it is more than it dreamed to be. Complete in the sense that it has been starved.

--

Danny wakes up, the dream lingering.

He’s been feeling odd lately, despite the fact that he is more comfortable in his skin than ever. He has a goal, he has support. 

A bridge, he called himself.

Even if he’s only sixteen and his influence is contextually small, he has time. People are listening. Ghosts are listening. Small steps over a long period will get you where you need to go, and he’s still just a kid. 

A kid who has to get ready for school.

He goes through the familiar motions, snags a quick breakfast and lets his parents know he’s headed out, that he’ll see them later. He’s out the door and on his way before he knows it.

Danny’s grades have improved since his freshman year. The pressure to keep things secret has all but alleviated and his family is sticking close. The world might not know that Fenton and Phantom are the same, but the people who matter do.

He’s managing. Thriving, even.

His extracurriculars are atypical of a high school junior, but he plays his role well. The Ghost Investigation Ward meets Phantom and the Fentons on neutral ground that evening, working their way methodically through a tangle of red tape. Teaching, learning. There’s always danger in compromise, but both parties are being two faced. It’s civil for now.

He’ll do this from the opposite angle on another day, playing border guard for the dimensional tear nestled into the fabric of his basement. Walker would be proud of him. He’s enforcing the Rules.

And it’s all going well as far as he can tell. Things are so much less chaotic than they were, his brawls feel like bonding, his head is no longer on a swivel.

For now, it’s off to his room. A space for himself to decompress after a long day's work.

He spends a lot of time thinking about a prehistoric past. What the future might look like once his job is over. This solid physical reality fed that swirling and infinite realm of emotion directly, once. It didn’t last, but time has passed. 

Danny is more aware of this fractured nature than most. He’s sure it’s why he’s had so much success. Why the responsibility falls on him. He feels it every time he calls upon his second self. 

And that’s what it is, isn’t it? Human first, ghost second. Humanity is the frame of reference he was born with. Everything new he experiences in this strange half-life is compared against it. Spectra once asked him what he was. But humanity is in his nature. He is a creepy boy with creepy powers. He’s sure of it. 

Going ghost.

Returning to humanity.

Not that he prefers one over the other. He’s made the choice. More than once. When his memories were erased or his powers short-circuited he always took them back. Felt the thrumming and euphoric energy pulsing through his being once again. His shape projected and unreal. Weightless. It feels incredible.

At some point, some late night discussion about feelings, whether it was with family or with friends, he realized his dual nature was more of a privilege than he could ever hope to fully comprehend. His human half feeds his ghost half everything. His ghost half is complete. No wonder he’s so determined, so strong. He has never once craved emotion the way the others have. He has intrinsic access to everything. Every failed test, every frustration, every joy, every thrill. He is comfortable and whole. Has no need to lash out. Two separate identities working together as two polar magnets, inseparable through the strength of their attraction, moving through the world as one.

He slips the familiar glowing rings across his body, the cool wash of ectoplasm coursing through his veins. Back again, blood pumps oxygen to his cells. Human. Ghost. Human. Ghost.

--

This time the dream is stranger.

The river craves the ocean. 

Danny feels the sand cake beneath his nails as he digs a trench, a violation of the river’s established bed. There’s a trickle as a thin and frothy stream flows out of sync with the current along the path he lays. It longs for the larger disconnected body ahead. A curious tendril seeking an easier path. He digs deeper, automatic, compelled by a force he doesn’t quite understand. 

Is this a bridge too?

He’s both excited and afraid to find out.

The liquid pools at his fingertips as fast as he can dig. Nudging. The sand is saturated and wet in front of him. He’s not sure how much further he has to go. But if he can claw his way through this dense barrier he’s sure it will pick up momentum even without him. The fluid mass can carve its own trench. Wider. Faster. Wider again.

He wakes up in a cold sweat. He somehow feels incorporeal. This isn’t right. He looks at his hands. His fingers in the dark. Clean. Spotless. He feels the sheets beneath his body, the press of the blanket above. So he’s still human then, wrong as it may seem. He clutches at his chest as he tries to calm his racing heart, quell the strength of an intense emotion that he cannot describe. It’s exhilarating. It’s terrifying.

He stops digging and fashions a dam, not yet ready for what the final connection could mean.

His head hurts.

Nausea tucks itself against his gut.

He takes a shower.

--

It’s Saturday and he has business in the Ghost Zone.

He shifts, expecting the weird feeling to subside. Instead it’s more of the same. Something is off. He ignores it. A thing to worry about later when he has less to do.

His work that day goes smoothly, another step in what he can only hope is the right direction. And it feels nice, giving in to the compulsion and focusing on what is in front of him, what is currently begging his attention, rather than the problems lurking beneath the surface. It is a learned behavior, one he falls back into easily.

Upon his return he feels like he is dragging a piece of the Infinite Realms back with him. The air seems to thicken, the cold steel walls of the portal are closing in on him. The exit is a pinpoint.  He’s being called back. He wants to move forward. He can feel silky fingers worm their way over his skin, hundreds of tendrils trying to pull him into their embrace. He stays strong. Moves with intent. The invisible hands can’t find enough purchase and he is finally welcomed back into the Physical World like the denizen he is. 

The caress stays with him much longer than he’s willing to admit.

--

Weeks go by and he only feels stranger and stranger. High. His attention slides off of everything so easily, his eyes blurring mid-conversation, a stuffy feeling, like a balloon that’s expanding well past the boundaries of his head. He loses time. Cancels appointments. He doesn’t feel well, sorry, he’s going to stay home today.

There is something Danny knows he needs to do. He can’t keep existing in limbo like this, his job only half-finished, pulled in two directions but choosing neither. His powers will wane once again in his indecision. His purpose sits unfulfilled.

He lays back and stares at the softly luminescent stars pasted to the ceiling of his room. Takes deep and even breaths as he struggles to remain present. His sister is worried for him, he’s sure. The best he can do for her is secretly practice what she has preached.

Danny eventually thinks back to that trickling stream. The slimy offshoot of the coursing river. He thinks of the dam he dreamed up all those weeks ago, sure it’s bigger now. His denial adds weight and height to the metaphor. Every day it feels less like a figment of his fucked up imagination and more like the worlds are trying to tell him something. What’s on the other side now, he wonders? Is the river still flowing? Are the fruits of his labor still there or has that little hand-clawed pathway dried up? How large is the reservoir pressing up against that sandy hill if it hasn’t?

He’s scared. 

He doesn’t want to know. 

But this isn’t what he promised himself.

A peek can’t hurt.

--

The dream comes easily, now that he lets it.

The funny thing about water is that it always finds a way. No matter what people do, how they try to tame it, erosion is inevitable. It starts as a dark wet splotch, the faint idea of a tiny breach in the all-but-permeable barrier between worlds—the river and the ocean. As the spot expands a dip forms on the horizon. The water moves. Under, through, over. Destructive. Alive. Danny shouldn’t have looked but he can’t stop what has already started. Equilibrium will be achieved one way or another. It was only ever a matter of time. He stands in the shallows, cowed as the wall comes down. Slowly first, then all at once.

The edges of panic are sharp and he realizes what is happening only a beat too late. 

The dam breaks.

He screams.

He was the dam, he is the trench, the rapid connection of energy flowing out of bounds and rushing along a new path. Lightning striking the rod to avoid burning down the house. The portal below him is a wound, a tear. He is something asked for, something natural. His mind can’t keep up as he struggles to regain ground and prevent being swept away by the violent current.

Dim awareness of his physical body comes back to him slowly as he writhes against the foreign dimension assaulting his senses. A second death. His double life was a conceptual marvel, a switch flipping from on to off, and back on again. He is the embodiment of two worlds, split, distinct. His quest to join them together requires this of him, doesn’t it? Whatever autonomy he has against the will of the universe cannot remain if he truly wants to serve his purpose. It’s a choice he has to make. One that he has been making. One that has been made.

He takes a deep and shuddering breath.

He tries to let go, and finds that he can’t. It’s like being electrocuted all over again, his nerves fried and his joints stuck rigid. It’s a feeling that is impossible to control, tense as he is.

His breath still comes ragged as colors around him saturate and the world warps. He can feel his fear, his desperation, feeding the momentum of whatever is happening. The exchange of emotion, osmosis through a rapidly deteriorating membrane. Thousands of overlapping inputs assault his mind as he feels the energy sliding around in the folds of his brain. He breathes through it. It’s not at all painful, but it is intense. His human points of reference aren’t working to help him conceptualize what is happening. His atoms are buzzing with newfound energy and the world is no longer solid. He tries once again to attempt the mindfulness ritual Jazz has been shoving down his throat, tries to name five things around him. The exercise fails him as he feels his brain liquefy in his skull. He gasps at the sloshing sensation, back arching. He’s going to be unmade.

Instead of loosening his grip, he tightens it. Remembering what it is to be human with all the force he can muster. His knuckles are white. Sweat slips down his brow. If he can’t let go, he has to hold on. He is gasping, thrashing. He’s hyperventilating, he’s sure, but no oxygen floods his system. He wants release, wants off this ride. The world outside of his perception ceases to exist. Flesh slips from his bones and it feels so, so good.

Then he sees it.

His eyes are blind, but he perceives it, somehow. The yawning void of the infinite realms is so much bigger, so much hungrier than he had ever thought. Reading that tablet, all that time ago, he thought his purpose was something simple. Easy in a way that a fourteen year old imagination could rationalize. The earth and the zone were two physical spaces that only needed to understand each other and hold hands to achieve that elusive harmony. 

He’d been wrong.

It’s not the earth that feeds the realms. Dimensions aren’t something that can be explained by an elementary understanding of mass and matter. They aren’t some static three dimensional points in time and space. They are universes of their own, expanding, interstitched in a nasty and sticky web of inexplicable physics folding over and back on themselves, forever too complicated to pry apart.

The realms are fed by the conscious universe perceiving itself, the soul, the spirit, whatever you want to call it. Emotions aren’t some grid of faces on a paper, they are infinite, they are cause and effect, the chicken and the egg, projecting forever in a möbius loop human understanding can never truly describe.

He’s going to go insane, he concludes. Here on his bed, on some random weekday, alone in his room. The magnetic pull of his two halves are phasing into each other, becoming imperceivable as the two separate forms he once knew. He’s not even sure that he really exists at this point. 

There is another choice to make.

He thinks back to what he knows about this buried history, Pariah Dark, The Ancients, wonders if they considered this connection, what they knew about how this should happen. Is there a way to do this that is objectively correct? If he knew more would it be easier? Or would it go down just the same? He has no desire to conquer. Only to be a bridge. A tether. An example. To show that this merging from two to one can be peaceful, a shift in perception rather than a violent overhaul. It is unavoidable now. His only wish is to remain recognizable as himself. 

He focuses not on his mind but on his body. He has to rebuild from the ground up or risk losing himself forever. Start small, a beating heart. Vascular systems. Skeletal. Muscular. Take a breath and pump blood into the empty cavern of his skull. Human is what he knows, though he’s never had to think about it quite this way before. His nerves lace through the structures he’s struggling to create, half intuition, half memory. It feels like being a ghost, all projection and thought, a deep and innate understanding. He knows this. He’s existed this way every moment of his short life and he can do it again. He’s alive, his blood is red, his flesh is tangible.

His brain slams back into his body and he promptly throws up.

--

The worlds are connected once again.

Danny’s hands shake as he tries to get a grip on himself. He’s been changed. He can feel it. The Infinite Realms has marked him as he has marked it. The world is flowing through and from him. Energy hums under his skin, and in it there is access to a well so deep he’s not sure it could ever run dry. 

He finally gets it. This is what being a bridge between worlds means for him.

He gets off his bed slowly. Half floating, half stumbling for balance. His instincts are scattered and his breath no longer sits in his body the same.

This change gives him the authority and the power, the perception and understanding to mend the bleeding fracture between dimensions. He will be listened to. He cannot be hurt. His appearance no longer matters, he is what he is, wholly and entirely. He exists as a linchpin. He is the keystone in the arch where one side is living and the other is dead.

Gravity feels so odd. Like someone changed the coefficient.

He sobs and grabs his dresser for support, woozy and unbalanced, a newborn deer walking on unfamiliar legs. He intends to make his way downstairs. Wants to fall into the embrace of his parents. Needs someone to hold him and tell him that everything will still be okay. He looks to the door.

And without moving, he is there.

Breath comes hard and fast as he steadies himself. His perception catching up to the new perspective. His hand is on the handle, he radiates a trail of semi-physical matter with every motion. It will take practice to appear normal again. He’s reminded of his freshman year.

When he finally opens the door, a swirling green wall is all that meets him. He stares at it, the cold vapor of the Realms slipping around and through him.

He knows the observants exist on the other side. He is sure of it as he is sure of anything. They are there to acknowledge the crown above his head. To observe what he has finally made of himself. 

He will tell him that he didn’t want this, didn’t ask for it.

They will tell him that he is lying.

He steps through the threshold.

[bratbby333]

I got some thoughts 👀 can I request a little something? like reader finds herself in a situation where a guy is disrespectful to her and Geto steps in to defend her... she would be so relieved like 'thank you so much tall and beautiful stranger' 😍🥰 and he's probably like 'don't worry about it, it's whatever' but in the end he offers to walk her home and he fucks her against the wall things happen 😳😳

`⭐︎ ˑ ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ YOUR GUARDIAN STRANGER ! — feat. suguru geto

word count. 3.6k content warnings. characters are 21+, fem!reader x suguru, mentions of blood, allusions to violence, reader gets hit on and grabbed in the club, alcohol consumption, p in v, unprotected sex, use of pet names, dirty talk, thigh-riding, sugu fucks hard, one night stand, the pull-out method, non-curse!au author notes. thank you for ur ingenious request my sweet nonnie...i hope you enjoy xx not beta read !!

nsfw 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 mdni

A skin-tight dress. Four inch heels. Dark lip liner with a clear gloss on top. A few spritzes of Chanel No. 5, and you are out the door and heading to the club.

Everything is great; good vibes, strong drinks, pounding 808s reverberating off the walls. The liquor warms your stomach as your hips sway to the music, your over-worked body relaxing with every bump of the heavy bass. You take in the scene around you; drunk couples making out in the corner, a few underage kids getting thrown out, a group of friends arguing over god knows what– it’s all very entertaining. You laugh to yourself, your eyes scanning the room once more before your vision settles on the one thing you were trying to avoid. Shit. Your heart drops. Really? Did he not catch the hint the last two times? You sigh deeply, rolling your eyes as you prepare yourself for the inevitable. Not this again.

Because, of course, all good things must come to an end. 

You're used to being hit on. But tonight, there is one guy in particular, unrelenting in his attempts to get close to you. He's shorter than average, the two of you being the same height when you're in heels. He reeks of liquor, cigarettes, and BO. His fringe clings to his forehead as he approaches you for the third time this evening, a disgusting smirk plastered across his face. He seems to have mistaken your accidental eye contact as an invitation to test his luck once more. With tense shoulders and an apprehensive tone, you offer him polite conversation. Not that you want to, but god forbid you reject him in just the right way to make him snap. You don't want to end up being a headline. Your eyes dart elsewhere, knowing damn well that if you look at him for too long you might gag. He is truly disgusting, rambling on and on about his podcast and his most recent bouts of buying and trading crypto. 

It's a tough situation to navigate. You're out alone. Granted, you are at a club that you're comfortable in; you're familiar with the layout, you're friends with a few of the waitresses and bartenders. The DJ knows you by name. But, you're still riding solo in a loud, rambunctious environment. Even though there is a level of comfort here, it's still a club filled with drunkards at the end of the day. 

With a fake smile and a couple nods of your head, you try to ignore the part of the conversation where he referred to himself as an “alpha male” as you accept the drink he presents to you, kindly excusing yourself before disappearing into the crowd once more.

A shudder runs down your spine, your body quite literally trying to shake away that awful conversation. God, he’s the worst. On your way to the dance floor, you pour the contents of the cup into the soil of a potted plant. He doesn't think you're stupid, does he? There is no way in hell you're drinking that shit.

You're dancing alone, enjoying the house mix that's bumping through the giant speakers, the colorful spotlights that bounce around your face as you feel yourself begin to relax once more. Finally, some much needed alone time. All you want is to let loose after an arduous week of working. Can't a girl have some peace?

"C'mon...just give me a chance." You don't even have to turn around to see who it is, you can smell him. Your nose scrunches up before you turn to face him, another fake smile pulling at your cheeks as you speak to him for the fourth time tonight. 

"I'm sorry, but I'm just not looking for anythin'...I'm just tryna have fun," you say politely, before beginning to walk away. If you just keep moving through the crowd, he won't be able to find you again. But this guy is annoyingly determined and obnoxiously entitled, because after one step away from him, his hand grabs at your wrist, "We can have fun! C'mon...seriously?! I bought you a drink and this is how you treat me?"

As soon as the contact is made, your blood boils. Rage runs through your body as you spin around to chew him out for A, assuming some smelly asshole like him has a chance with you; B, for even thinking he could touch you, and C, the absolute nerve of this man to actually follow through with it. 

But when you turn, you realize you can't see him anymore. Your eye line is obstructed by a broad, muscular back. Utterly confused, you step to the side in order to fully see what the hell is going on. The sweaty hand that was once wrapped around your forearm is now gripped by a large fist. Your eyes trail up to your savior, a damningly handsome man with jet-black hair. 

"Do we have a problem?" a stern voice addresses the musty, shorter guy. 

"Yeah, this chick's been flirting with me all night...I'm tryna get what I'm owed," he spits back, attempting to pull his wrist away, "Dude, let go...stop bein' a cockblock." The mystery man's face twists at the other's bold choice in words. You're shocked that he doesn't feel intimidated at all. 

"What you're owed?" A deep chuckle emerges from the unknown’s chest as he stares down at him. "I dunno...it seems like she wants nothing to do with you," he muses, tightening his grip around the other’s arm. 

He turns to address you, and you finally get to take a good look at him. His side-profile is god-like, but looking at him straight on is a whole different realm of attractiveness. The man's fucking gorgeous. You're too busy ogling him that you miss his question all together. 

"S-sorry...what did you say?" You shake your head a bit, adrenaline pumping through your ears from this entire ordeal, the expensive scent of his cologne mixing with the pounding bass of the club; it's all making your head spin. 

He laughs and leans down to your level, his head hovering just next to your ear. "You want me to get rid of him for ya?" he repeats, his breath brushing against your neck, sending shivers down your spine. He pulls back, looking down at you with his grip still tight around the other guy's arm. The pathetic man is squirming as the two of you share quite the intimate eye contact. You nod, your mouth dropping open as he drags him out of the club immediately. 

You let out a deep sigh before making your way to the bathroom. You lather up your hands with soap and do your best to scrub away the feeling of that man's skin on yours. Leaning up against the sink, you take a few deep breaths before fixing your hair and reapplying your lipgloss. That man is vile, but you're not going to let that gross interaction ruin your night. 

You make your way to the bar, keeping your head on a swivel in hopes to see your handsome rescuer once more, wanting to thank him for handling that for you. You pout a bit as you fail to see him on your trek, sighing as you place your order with the bartender. 

You take a few sips before turning to walk back toward the dance floor, when you literally run straight into someone. "Fuck! I am so sorry, I-" but then you smell it, the same entrancing cologne as before. You look up and are met with a devious grin on the most angelic face you've ever seen. You smile, pushing your hair from your eyes, "I was looking for you." You sound relieved as the two of you stare at one another. 

"Were you now?" he asks coyly, shifting his weight as he smirks down at you. You nod shyly, "Mhm...I-I wanted to thank you for earlier," you take another sip of your cocktail, hoping it will calm your nerves a bit, "I appreciate you stepping in, that guy couldn't catcha fuckin' hint," you laugh, looking away. 

"Don't mention it. It's the least I could do," he responds. "I'm Suguru, by the way."

Turning to face him once more, you tell him your name with a kind smile. As the two of you make small talk, you notice his chest is heaving a bit, and with a quirk of your brow, you run your eyes down his body, realizing that his knuckles are bruised and slightly bloody.

"Oh...oh my god. Are you alright?" you ask, grabbing his hand. You bring his fist up to inspect it, the dim lights of the club not offering you much assistance. "Oh, yeah," he laughs, rotating his wrist so you can examine it further, "the blood's not mine," he grins. A laugh escapes you as you gaze up at him, still holding his hand in yours. 

"Damn...you really did a number on him, huh?" Suguru laughs at this.

"Absolutely, he deserved it. Dude was a prick. I'm really sorry that happened to you," he sympathizes, watching as you grab napkins and a shot of vodka from the bar to wipe off the dried blood from his knuckles. 

"It's alright, I'm used to it by now, but having someone step in and save me was definitely a first." He releases a jagged exhale as you pour the liquor over the small abrasions on his hand, "Sorry...gotta disinfect you. That dude was gross...I had to go scrub my arm off after he touched me," you giggle. He watches intently as you finish cleaning him up, his heart skipping a beat as you smile up at him triumphantly. You are quite the woman, cunning and confident. He likes that. 

"There ya go," you chirp, before tossing the reddened napkins into the garbage can located nearby. His eyes run across your face and up and down your body, taking in every part of you. Poor thing. Though you seem so unbothered by that whole situation, there is a telling look behind your eyes, and Suguru notes that you are still a little shaken up. He would be crazy to let you wander back out there alone. 

"Do you want to come hang with my friends? I promise they won't pester you like that dude did," he offers. He nods toward the booths that line the wall. "That's them over there; Shoko and Satoru." You follow his eye line, seeing a brunette woman accompanied by a blue-eyed man. They seem to be about your age, and you love meeting new people. You smile and agree, thanking him once more as the two of you make your way over to the table. 

The rest of your night is spent laughing and dancing with the three of them. You learn that they all work for the high school across town, and that Shoko can really handle her liquor; Satoru cannot. You and Suguru are in your own world, chatting about everything and nothing, taking breaks to dance together when a good song comes on. His hands rest on your waist as you move your hips against him, your bodies fitting like you are made for one another. Suguru, being the gentleman he is, never pushes any further than that, allowing you to initiate the contact. 

It's 2 AM when the four of you stumble out of the club, the tall blond leaning on his smaller friend's shoulders as she guides him toward the taxi. It's quite the amusing sight. 

You stop short of the curb, wishing Satoru and Shoko a good night, before turning to Suguru. "Thank you again…for everything," you say, your voice raspier than usual from all the shouting you did inside the loud club. 

"Of course. I'm just glad we got to spend some more time together," he says with a smile, ushering you toward the taxi. He's confused when you shake your head. 

"I live like three blocks from here, I'm just gonna walk," you state. "It was really nice meeting you, you were great company," you smirk, heading down the road, your heels clacking against the pavement with every step. 

A few unintelligible words are exchanged between Suguru and the taxi driver, followed by a car door slamming shut, before the sound of someone jogging catches up to you. 

"You're crazy if you think I'm gonna let you walk home alone," he retorts, pushing you toward the inside of the sidewalk as he walks closest to the cars that pass by. 

"You're quite the gentleman, aren't you," you tease, pushing your shoulder into his. He chuckles, "Can you blame me? I see a beautiful woman in distress, I have to jump in." You blush at his compliment.

"My knight in...," you pause as you run your eyes down his body, "...jeans and a black tee," you giggle. After sharing a few laughs, silence settles between the two of you as the cool air swirls around you. The occasional car passes by, but other than that, it's a quiet evening. 

You glance at Suguru through your peripherals, enjoying the way his layered hair bounces with every step he takes. His cologne, though more subtle now, still wafts toward your nose. He really is beautiful. You wonder if it'd be too bold to see if he wants to continue your evening. 

You walk toward the door to your apartment, turning to face him. It's now or never. 

"You comin'?" You ask with a raise of your brow. He chuckles as he climbs the stairs, joining you by your side, "Thought you'd never ask."

You have never been into one night stands, but something about Suguru is irresistible. Whether it's because he saved you from that creep or because he is super fucking sexy, you know you need him. Now. The two of you barely made it through the doorway as you’re pushing him up against the wall of your foyer, your lips immediately finding his.

He's taken aback by your boldness, taking a second to register his surroundings before quickly flipping the two of you around, his hands cupping either side of your face as his knee wedges between your legs. His muscular thigh is pressed directly onto your core, the pressure sending waves through your body.

“Couldn’t even make it to the bed, huh?” he husks into your ear, placing a wet kiss on the sensitive skin below, nipping and sucking at it. Soft moans echo through the hallway as Suguru finds your lips once more, your tongues battling one another. You thrust your hips, rubbing your warmth against his leg. “Eager, are we?” he teases, lifting his leg more. 

“Mmm…mhm,” you gasp as the contact intensifies. You’re already addicted to him, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you. You grind your hips harder, pressing your drenched cunt firmly against his clothed thigh, certain that he can feel your pussy throbbing against him, the tightness in your stomach intensifying. Your cheeks fluster at how quickly he’s getting you to your breaking point without even having to do anything.

He breaks the kiss, watching intently as your hips gyrate against him. “Shit…are you gonna cum?” The tone of his voice is taunting, yet laced with desire. The sight of you using him to get off has him rock hard. You blush immediately, tilting your head away from him. You nod shyly, though your hips continue their pattern. “So fuckin’ hot,” his hand wraps around your throat, your head tilting to rest against the wall. “Uh uh, don’t get shy now…look at me.” Through low lids, you meet his gaze. His lower lip is between his teeth as he glances between your face and your cunt rubbing against his thigh. With a desperate whimper, you pick up the pace. “C’mon…that’s it–cum for me,” he growls, entranced by the fluid motion of your body. You come undone just a few minutes later with a whine and a few moans of his name. Your cum soaks through your panties and a guttural moan breaks through his chest as he watches you finish. “Fuckin’ drenchin’ me already, huh?” You blush profusely, your eyes screwed tight as embarrassment courses through you.

You yelp as he flips you around, your chest now pressed against the wall, your legs parallel with your shoulders. “All that cum ‘n I wasn’t even inside you yet…” He unbuckles his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his throbbing erection, “...can’t wait to see how much you cream on my cock.” You whimper at the filthy words that shamelessly fall from Suguru’s lips as he pulls your dress up and drags your panties down your legs. You aren’t much help, small pants leaving your chest as your body recovers from your unexpectedly intense orgasm.  His lips part as he teases his thick tip along your slit, lubing himself with your cum. “You ready, doll?” His head shallowly dips in and out of your needy cunt, already loving the way you stretch for him. You hum, nodding profusely as you look over your shoulder. “Mm. Mhm…p-please fuck me,” you beg. Your words feel foreign to you as you say them, unsure of where all this submissiveness was coming from. But Suguru’s effortlessly domineering aura makes you want to bend to his every whim, to please him in any way that you can. 

Inch by inch, he’s delving into you. The warmth of your dribbling cunt sucking him, the squelching sounds ricocheting through his head, the sinful moans that break through your throat–it drives him wild. He growls as your back arches, pushing him even deeper. Your ass flush against his lower abdomen, your eyes blowing wide at the damning stretch of his full length nestled deep inside you.

He stays still for a moment, allowing you time to accommodate as your gushy walls flutter around him. The pace starts slow, but Suguru’s patience wears thin, and after a few strokes he’s ramming into you, one hand wrapped around the front of your throat, the other pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he bounces you on his cock. The scratches that should be left on the tanned flesh of his toned back are being dragged down your beige walls, your breasts rubbing against the cold plaster with every rough thrust of his hips, the sensation stimulating your budding nipples. 

Every bump of his hips pushes his head into your sweet spot, his length caressing every part of you with ease. “Takin’ me so well,” he grunts as he rams into your furthest wall. You can’t suppress the cock-drunk whines that spill from you, your eyes welling with tears while delirious pleasure claws its way through your body, your tummy tightening as you clench around him. Your shoulders tense as your perch on your tiptoes, opening yourself up to take more of him–if that is even possible–praying he finds refuge within your womb. “Shit–” he hisses, his words nearly incoherent as the sound of skin against skin echoes through the hallway, “fuckin’ milkin’ me, doll.”

He releases your throat, the same hand trailing down your spine before his arm snakes around you, his nimble fingers strumming delicious circles against your throbbing clit. You cry out, eyes screwing shut as your legs shake. “Fuck…oh fuuuck–ahh! Gonna…’m gonna…” Your voice trails off, any semblance of a coherent thought cast to the wayside as a deep chuckle rumbles through his chest. Suguru leans down, kissing behind your ear before biting at your lobe. “I know,” he muses, his fingers work even faster against you, “Squeezin’ me s’tight…”, his hips shifting to push himself even deeper, “...C’mon. Make a mess ‘f me.” You reach your breaking point once more, lips parting as squirt spills out around his cock and dribbles down your thighs. 

His release follows suit with a few raspy swears and sultry mumbles of your name. He pulls out, working his fist around his cock, his hot seed shooting onto your ass and lower back. Suguru places soft pecks along your neck and shoulders, working to regain his breath. He catches you as he untangles his body from yours, chuckling at the evident exhaustion of your body while your knees buckle, unable to support your own body weight as you lean against the wall. 

After tucking himself away and a speedy rebuckle of his belt, he scoops you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style to your bed, setting you down on your plush duvet. 

“Bathroom?” he asks. Your brows furrow before you comprehend his question, still dazed from the spell he cast on you. With a weak flick of your wrist, you gesture toward the closed door to your left. You watch with tired eyes as he returns with a damp rag, his soft touches along your weary body juxtaposing the meanness of his strokes as he mindfully cleans you up. With a quick kiss on your cheek and a soft mumble of “you were wonderful” into your ear, he smiles down at you before beginning to exit the bedroom. It’s crazy–insane, even–how much you want him around. You must be out of your mind…this near stranger—the fact that you even let him in your house is wild, let alone asking him to stay the night? But you want him to, so bad. There’s just something about him.

You sit upright, ignoring the ache in your lower back and the morality of your choices, your question flying from your lips before your brain can stop it. “Wait…can you stay?” Your words are soft as they drift through the air. He stops just short of the door, before turning and offering you a knowing smile, “I thought you’d never ask.”

author notes. certified sugu glazer…what can i say. i just cannot get enough of him ugh.

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[records-of-dirt]

Create Your Own Soil Profile!

A garden’s soil is the base of all its growth, and knowing how to properly  interact with your soil can make all the difference!

Step 1 Site Observations

Take a few photos of your site (project area)

Note down:

what vegetation is there?

is it near water?

the slope

approximate exposure to sun

Step 2 Take a soil profile

Set out a tarp or a garbage bag

Dig a hole about 3 feet deep (you may want a friend’s help!)

Place that soil in piles onto the tarp, sorted into different soil layers

Remember horizons! (O, A, E, B, C, R(bedrock))

Make a sketch of a soil profile, and measure the depth of each horizon

The top of the profile should start with 0 cm

Refill the hole, and try to return each type of soil in order!

Step 3 Build your profile

Describe each layer of soil, moisture/structure/color/smell

Use the “feel” method to take notes

Step 4 Drainage

Dig a hole 1 foot deep and 1 foot wide(ish)

Fill the hole with water and measure how long it takes to fully drain

An ideal time is around 10 to 30 minutes!

Note down the time

Keep in mind that even if the soil type would suit desert-like plants more, think of the weather. If it rains a good deal the drainage can matter less(or more!)

Step 5 Biological Activity

Bury a pair of cotton underwear(I know it’s silly)

Wait about 60 days

Unearth the undies, the more tattered they are the more activity there is!

Step 6 pH Testing

OSU Lab for Oregon, and many states have soil testing labs

Soil pH Meter

DIY Test

Step 7 Hardiness Zone

This just takes looking at a map!

Hardiness zones can tell you about the weather’s highs & lows in a particular area

USDA Plant Hardiness Map

And that 's it! It's a lot, and you don’t have to do everything. Each step can provide a better view of how to properly support your garden, and can be fun activities to do with friends and family!

I’ve included a template for a complete soil profile, but feel free to make them as fancy as y’all want!

Sincerely,

records of dirt

[lillygamine]

𝐿𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝒱𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎

♡ Warning:Female!Reader x Male!Yandere, Male!Wizard!Teacher, Mention of non-consensual relationship, Mention of Love Potion, Mention of NSFW, Mention of body transformation (Non-reader), Mention of torture and death (Non-reader ),Mention of non-kissing, Age difference (Reader: About 20 years || Yandere: About 40 years), Short Imagine ♡ Note:I don't speak English so I'm sorry for any mistakes in writing.

When he closed his eyes, his mind was flooded with memories: His first spell, the first spellbook he read, the first potion he made, his achievements and his recognition. The feeling was still fresh in his mind, but it no longer seemed to have the same weight… everything had become so boring, being recognized as a prodigy, a great sorcerer, having his achievements recognized no longer seemed so interesting, on the contrary! It seemed boring and repetitive.

When everything became so boring, living alone became more attractive, not having to deal with people surrounding you, with their masks and words full of envy camouflaged with sweet praise and flattery… it was so predictable that it was unpleasant. So the Wizard decided to “retire”, live in a distant and distant village, where the peasants did not even know of his existence.

Life was peaceful, but the peace didn't last long… People started to appear at his door, sometimes to ask for potions and medicines, other times it was people who wanted to be his apprentices, and refusing didn't seem to keep them away, soon giving in the great mass of insistent and inconvenient people.

Becoming a teacher, he constantly had students circulating around his house and lands, insisting and insisting, testing his patience… They came and went, some couldn't stand his classes, his methods or his humor, which led them to give up; But he never cared, he was already tired, even in his 40s, he felt like he was too old for that (Although he hadn't even reached the age to worry about his age, since he was still in his prime, at least for a Wizard)

The Wizard didn't bother to keep names or faces, they never stayed for long, but you… you were different. When you arrived, asking to be his apprentice, he was as indifferent as ever, but there was something in your eyes, a flame so intense that it made his legs feel weak for a few seconds.

You were his best apprentice, you stood out in your small class of students, like a majestic flower that grew alone in a soil infertile with weeds. No matter what the challenge was, what his method or his orders were, you always dedicated yourself day and night to accomplish it, even if you sometimes failed, the sparkle in you eyes when he told you how you could do it or what you should improve, it was so intense that it could make anyone feel their heart miss a few beats.

He couldn't say when or how it started, but he wanted you, so intensely as if his life depended on it. One time he got closer to analyze a potion you were doing, he got close enough to smell you, you smelled like lavender and vanilla, it was so good he wanted to put his head on your neck and breathe deeply for hours, then From that day he recorded your smell in his brain, he can feel it when he closes his eyes. Another time, he found you sleeping under a tree, he knows he shouldn't have, but you slept so peacefully, you looked so beautiful, he couldn't help himself, he kissed you, and he felt like he was holding his breath until that moment, when he can finally breathe.

You had such soft lips, such a sweet taste, it seemed so unreal… He moved away when he felt you moving in your sleep, it was what he needed to regain his sanity, he left you as quickly as possible.

After that, everything got worse… his hunger, his desire for you were so intense that you haunted his dreams, every night he dreamed of you in his bed, it was so real… Your moans, Your heavy breathing, the softness of your body, your taste, your smell, the way your pussy squeezed around him. It was so intense, so real! He always woke up sweaty, flushed and with a painful and inconvenient erection that took a long time to disappear.

The Wizard made a decision, which would have you in his arms and planned in detail how to win you, but his plan was ruined before it was even put into practice, one of your colleagues, a young man your age, was surrounding you, making you laughing, touching your hands, touching your hair and then the Wizard felt his heart burn with fury.

You were his, his alone, and this disgusting little worm dared to try to take you from him? Of course he couldn't leave it like that…

In the following weeks, your colleague no longer appeared, and only he knew why; But with this little worm away from you, he could begin his plan and, just in case, he prepared something to facilitate his plan, a bubbling potion, Burgundy-colored and with a sweet smell reminiscent of honey, a few drops in your food, and in a few days you will think about him as intensely as he thinks about you. And as for your friend… well, salamanders have always been used as ingredients, but unlike the others, this one will have its limbs removed while it's still breathing…

[reasonsforhope]

"An international research team has found almost a million potential sources of antibiotics in the natural world.

Research published in the journal Cell by a team including Queensland University of Technology (QUT) computational biologist Associate Professor Luis Pedro Coelho has used machine learning to identify 863,498 promising antimicrobial peptides -- small molecules that can kill or inhibit the growth of infectious microbes.

The findings of the study come with a renewed global focus on combatting antimicrobial resistance (AMR) as humanity contends with the growing number of superbugs resistant to current drugs.

"There is an urgent need for new methods for antibiotic discovery," Professor Coelho, a researcher at the QUT Centre for Microbiome Research, said. The centre studies the structure and function of microbial communities from around the globe.

"It is one of the top public health threats, killing 1.27 million people each year." ...

"Using artificial intelligence to understand and harness the power of the global microbiome will hopefully drive innovative research for better public health outcomes," he said.

The team verified the machine predictions by testing 100 laboratory-made peptides against clinically significant pathogens. They found 79 disrupted bacterial membranes and 63 specifically targeted antibiotic-resistant bacteria such as Staphylococcus aureus and Escherichia coli.

"Moreover, some peptides helped to eliminate infections in mice; two in particular reduced bacteria by up to four orders of magnitude," Professor Coelho said.

In a preclinical model, tested on infected mice, treatment with these peptides produced results similar to the effects of polymyxin B -- a commercially available antibiotic which is used to treat meningitis, pneumonia, sepsis and urinary tract infections.

More than 60,000 metagenomes (a collection of genomes within a specific environment), which together contained the genetic makeup of over one million organisms, were analysed to get these results. They came from sources across the globe including marine and soil environments, and human and animal guts.

The resulting AMPSphere -- a comprehensive database comprising these novel peptides -- has been published as a publicly available, open-access resource for new antibiotic discovery.

[Note: !!! Love it. Open access research databases my beloved.]"

-via Science Daily, June 5, 2024

[prettyboykatsuki]

✮ tags ; afab + gn!reader (they are wearing a dress and lace panties however), unprotected sex / no prep (it's not rought), semi public sex, 18+ | ✮ wc ; 1.4k (?) idek

✮ a/n ; happy late birthday barou. this is crazy horny my bad fr.

Barou is an uptight person.

He doesn't think of himself that way, fucking obviously. But he's been told multiple times throughout his life that that's how he seems. From his teammates to his little sisters to every single media outlet desperately hoping he has more interesting gossip than a change in the babywipe brands he uses.

But Barou is a straight-forward, straight-laced sort of man. He tries to not come home late, keeps all of his promises, and always makes sure he reverses his car when he parks. He doesn't believe in the pull-out method. He always makes sure any physical intimacy he has with anyone comes after they've both been tested.

He's got a life on the line and there's nothing wrong with being careful. Barou is stiff sure, but he's respectful and tidy and takes care of everything because that's how he was raised.

Barou is so terribly uptight. It is, by all means, completely out of character for him to fucking you in the stall of a high-end restaurant bathroom.

Despite himself, and his best interests, and his general good character - he has your cheek pressed into the stall of the bathroom door and two hands on your hips. The tip of his cock is resting against the curve of your ass, pretty lace set underneath the skirt of your dress. You're in the bathroom of somewhere so upscale with your pussy soaking wet.

And Barou is hard out of his fucking mind. It's been like this all-day. From the minute his morning started, you've done nothing but spoil him. A spotless house (cleaned in the way he like), plenty of food, a planned visit to his parents house and a quiet birthday dinner to end the night. All packaged neatly in the warmth of your smile, an eagerness to show off your affection.

He doesn't care to know if you were meaning to seduce him but you did. He spent most of the day half-stiff, sneaking touches in the car and keeping himself at bay with lingering glances.

The gift at the dinner table did it. A thoughtful gift, a leather wallet - practical but not expensive. That set him off, ruined the rest of his remaining patience. He's not verbal enough to confess his undying love to you.

He can, however, please you. He's good at that, and this way - both of you come out of it feeling better. He's uptight but he's tipped the wait staff enough to make sure everyone keeps quiet about being in the bathroom.

And he's strict about the certain policies he enforces.

But you look good with that dress on, the soft curves of your neckline and the slight shake in your thighs when you bend over. Damp, dark material soiled over your pussy - all trembling even though he hasn't done more than kiss and grope you.

It's unusual how much he wants to fuck you. It's a little unbelievable how badly he wants it. He rubs the tip against you, lets it dig between the thin lace - feels how soft and sticky you are without him even touching you. He leans forward a little, picks you up your hips and pulls you in such a way you're grinding on it without actually moving.

He forgets he's this much stronger than you. You yield easily enough, an open-mouth moan leaving your lips. Barou feels a spike of heat run through him, sharp as blood rushes towards his cock so quick he's lightheaded.

"Ridiculous," He rasps, almost exasperated at how deep he's thinking about fucking you "What do you get out of being so good to me?"

"Don't want a-anything," He nudges the tip into your clit just to make you stumble "I just want you to have a good time. Did you?"

Of course he did. How could he not? He doesn't reply, tugging the lace of your panties to one side with a laugh that might sound harsh if you aren't listening close enough.

"I had a good time baby. It was fucking great actual," He says, and it's well-intended. His throat is so thick it almost feels sore. He doesn't remember the last time he was this desperate to fuck you - if he's ever felt this antagonized by your kindness. A good, sweet lover you are.

Gentle reprieve for the ever uptight, ever high-strung Barou. A man of action, of course he wants to fuck you about it. The skin to skin makes his grip on your thighs tighten, he can feel his nails digging into the flesh. The indentations must ache but you don't complain. He'll kiss it better later. Eventually.

Silky and dripping , such a perfect place to drill his cock into. Like it was made for him to be in. Carve a spot for himself out of you with the heavy steel of his shaft. You're so fucking perfect for him. His perfect, sweet angel.

You deserve to be fucked with this much effort at least. Barou wants to stretch you, so he does. He pushes the tip in slowly, reaches his hands out of your tits and squeezes hard. He licks up the side of your neck, kissing your jaw.

"Relax," He offers, as tender as he can be right now "Unless you wanna be sore on the way home."

How ironic he's telling you to relax. If he doesn't pour every ounce of his concentration into stilling - he'd fuck himself into without thinking twice. Fill you the brim, brush your womb and stay there until it remembers who he is. He wants it so bad it almost makes him sick, but he's being stingy enough skipping on more foreplay.

A man of good character doesn't fuck his lover in a shitty bathroom stall. But maybe Barou is learning to relax, because all he can think about is how the acoustics in this tight space do you no favors. He can hears just how soaked you are, can hear every short pant of need - ragged from desire in the walls. How it cumulates in the air until it's too hard to breathe.

You do relax, and Barou rocks his hips slow. You cry out. He laughs, just a little. The adrenaline never stops being addicting.

"Ya like that? Like how that fucking feels? How my," Deeper, another inch pushed into the heat of you "How my cock feels all the way in here?" He presses his palm into the place underneath your tummy.

"Ungh, uh-huh, yes."

He drops his head on your back and shudders. He's going to lose his fucking mind if he isn't more careful. Deeper and harder and faster, you move in tandem until he bottoms out. Barou can feel your ass and hips on his waist and how much they're fucking trembling. He hasn't even fucked you yet, hasn't moved an inch and you're shaking.

It's so cute he could cum right away. How adorable. You're so bubbly and bright and don't think twice about talking back to him when he's being fussy - but you can't keep it together long enough to hold yourself up over his cock. He doesn't know if he could love you anymore.

"Gonna move." He tells, and you nod. Barou starts shallow so you can adjust, but when there's no longer any resistance - he doesn't hesitate in giving it all to you. Every inch of his cock, over and over with an unruly amount of want.

Barou fucks into you hard enough to set motion. It's noisy. The sound of skin hitting skin, of your pussy being stretched over and over - his belt clacking from where it's tucked underneath his cock to give him room. Over all of that is the sound of your voice echoing, soft little whimpers that turn into full-blown cries as he fucks you deeper and deeper - knocking himself into your g-spot so much it's cruel.

He can feel your insides spasm around him before you have a chance to warn him. Tremors in short waves until your hand shoots up to the door - grabbing for something that's not there.

"Shoei," You warn, pitchy and desperate and hot "I'm g-gonna,"

"Cum on my fucking cock," He spits. He needs it more than you do "I'll let you make a mess this time."

Barou watches you fold beneath him. Your form collapses forward and he has to wrap an arm around your waist to keep you up. Your walls tighten and convulse around, milking him for all he's worth. He pushes himself to the hilt before following after you, cumming deep inside with a short groan as he presses a kiss t your shoulder.

"Happy Birthday, Shoei." You mumble, turning your head to look at him with your face all messy. He chuckles.

"Yeah, happy birthday to me."

[egrets-not-regrets]

Perfume: “Infatuation” for Big Cats (1)

Lenora assists a colleague in big cat research with some interesting results. When the new Emperor’s Children “Infatuation” brand of perfume was said to be even better at attracting big cats than the human “Obsession” perfume, Lenora was expecting to attract actual big cats like cougars, not her own Astartes. 

Author's Notes:

This is part one, part two

Warning: SMUT. OVERSTIMULATION. CUNNILINGUS. Also, Erriox feasting on Lenora like a big cat on his prey. Yeah, he’s a service top. 

Dialogue in the Gothic language is italicized and bolded.

Lenora’s nickname for Erriox is “Mountain Lion”.  

@kit-williams inspired this pheromone perfume smutfic. It’s been a wip for a long time. This smutfic is long enough that there is a part 2.

Tagged: @shadowfirecat , @kit-williams , @bleedingichorhearts , @barn-anon , @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@sleepyfan-blog , @bispecsual , @c-u-c-koo-4-40k , @ms--lobotomy , @whorety-k

@gra93fruit-blog , @i-am-a-dragon34 , @felinisnoctis, @thevoidscreams

Lenora came home, thankful to finally be able to wash her hair and get out of her field clothes. It was an interesting experience assisting her colleague with their cougar research to test the effectiveness of using different types of scent lures at their wildlife camera traps.They were hoping to see which lures do cougars prefer, such that they would linger around the wildlife camera for a longer time in order to reliably identify the individual cat in that territory. 

One of the more interesting scent lures were perfumes. Reading through her colleague’s research methods, Lenora learned that big cats seemed to love the smell of the CK Obsession for Men perfume, but supposedly a new experiment at a zoo showed that the new perfume “Infatuation” made by the Emperor’s Children Astartes was equally if not more effective. So it made sense for them to test it in the field as well.

 A few days in the field applying scent lures really soaks into your field clothes… and your hair, Lenora thought, wrinkling her nose as she dug out her soiled clothes from her backpack. It didn’t help that she used her shirts to wrap around the glass perfume bottles to keep them safe while hiking to the camera trap locations. She quickly freshened up in the bathroom and changed into a more comfortable outfit, planning to get some data work done quickly before rewarding herself with a nice long bath. Padding into her room, Lenora dumped her dirty clothes into the clothes basket. 

She went back to her backpack to pull out and clean the rest of her gear, taking them out and laying them on the dining table. The spare containers for holding the lures and her own lunch containers went into the sink; her field laptop, notebook, and the almost empty Infatuation perfume bottle were placed on the dining table. Lenora thought the bottle was rather pretty and her colleague didn’t need it, so she decided to take it home in hopes that she could use it in an arts and craft project of some sort. 

Deciding to get some work done first, Lenora opened her laptop and started checking the photo files against her fieldnotes.  

A rumbling purr against her back distracted her from her work, making her close her eyes and lean back in comfort. Her “mountain lion” had returned. And of course she hadn’t heard him approach. Erriox’s steps are so quiet at home that he often caught Lenora off-guard; though she swears that he does this on purpose, probably because he found her reactions amusing. 

“What are—“ her words hung in the air as she felt his lips press against the nape of her neck, his teeth gently biting into her skin. 

“You smell good.” He murmured as his kisses trailed across the back of her neck to the shell of her ear . Lenora sighed blissfully at the sensation, turning to look at her Astartes fondly and playfully scratched him under his chin. Erriox chuckled and grabbed her hand to kiss the pulse point on her wrist. 

She sniffed the air, “Did you put on cologne or something? You smell good too.” His musk mixed with the familiar scent of the mixed wood forest behind her home invaded her nose, but in a way that made her body warm and her skin tingle in pleasure.

Her Iron Warrior said nothing but turned her face towards him. Heat flushed through her body from his intense sultry gaze when he suddenly kissed her. 

“What are you—” Lenora’s eyes fluttered close as she relaxed, allowing her Astartes to pull her into his lap as he sat down on a chair. 

Erriox moaned as Lenora’s tongue slid around his, running over the ridges of his teeth, occasionally pulling back to suck on his tongue and gently bite the flesh of his bottom lip, before going back to exploring his mouth again. His hands greedily groped her body, sliding under her shirt and moving upwards, purring when he found that she was not wearing a bra. Lenora moaned into his mouth as Erriox squeezed and massaged her breasts before moving down to grab her muscular thighs, pushing her closer to him. 

She wrapped her arms around him, petting him, the reverberation from his deep-chested purrs sending shivers of want down her spine and straight between her legs. His purrs grew louder whenever her roaming hands met the sensitive skin around the carapace ports on his torso.

Erriox could trace the scent of the pheromones to the almost empty perfume bottle sitting on the table. He knew the pheromones were what was triggering their drive to mate, to claim each other to the fullest. The scent from her colleague’s bonded Astartes was faint, much to his relief, so it likely meant that Lenora was triggered by the pheromone perfume in his presence. The pheromones will run its course faster in his system and he will have to keep an eye on Lenora’s physical condition, but Erriox intended to enjoy her fully while the pheromones were still in effect.

Something clicked his mind as Lenora pulled his hair, opening his neck for her to kiss and nibble on. A soft growl built in Erriox’s chest, he could feel his pants tenting with each roll of her hips and the delicious pressure of her teeth biting into his neck, the sensation of her fingers digging into his scalp. His large hands dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he rocked into her; the tips of his fingers caressing the lips of her cunt, smirking when Lenora broke off with a gasp. Erriox took the opening to bite into her neck drawing a shuddering whine from his bonded. As he marked and sucked hickies into her skin, his brows furrowed when he was met with the barrier of her shirt. 

With a snarl, he grabbed the back of her shirt, and sunk his teeth into her collar where her shoulder seams met. A loud rip sounded as her shirt tore apart at the seams on one side.

“Erriox!” Lenora was aghast, “My shirt!” 

“It was in the way. You have others.” Erriox rumbled as he continued to mark and kiss his way downward. She was about to protest when he started rubbing into her clothed slit. Lenora shuddered and whined, rutting her hips against his hand. Erriox purred. He could smell her arousal, the wetness leaking the fabric of her pants, the heat building between her thighs. Throne, and her thighs... The way her muscular thighs moved underneath his hands, the softness of the fat of her inner thighs. It made him want to bite and mark them up.

Lenora laid her head back, drool building inside her mouth, his hardening cock pressed firmly against her pussy, ripped open shirt still half-hanging on. She whined, wrapping her arms around her Astartes’ neck tighter as she felt his teeth tug her nipple before suckling from her breast. Taking advantage of their position, he tugged off her pants and tossed them on the table.

A sudden thought came to her. The perfume! It must be the Emperor’s Children perfume. The pheromones in that perfume were affecting them too. 

“Erriox… wait. Please.” She pleaded when he was about to do the same to her panties. 

“What do you want?” He growled, lustful and impatient. Lenora bit back a whimper, as the vibration from his growl revved the heat in her body. Erriox held her tight as he grinded against her, smirking, knowing exactly what his voice was doing to her, “Don’t deny me your voice, little cat.” He purred. 

Lenora swallowed hard at the friction of his still clothed-covered bulge rubbing against her. She felt aroused and hot. Her hips rocked against his, greedy for more of that pleasurable sensation. Her mind struggled to form a coherent thought as he kissed her, “I…mmmm… the perfume… rid of bottle…! Erriox!” her half-made sentence ended in wet moans as his rumbling purr resonated throughout her already sensitive body heightened by the pheromones from the perfume. 

The world tilted on its axis when he pinned her down onto the dining table. Erriox hovered over Lenora, his teeth and tongue tracing her skin as he sucked, bit, and kissed down her body. She whimpered as he nipped a particularly sensitive spot, “Erriox…”

“I know it’s the perfume.” The Iron Warrior’s pleased growl rumbled into her ear, “made by the Emperor’s Children. I’m surprised you had one.”

Lenora’s protest turned into a needy moan as he casually bit and sucked on her nipples, teasing them into hard peaks, “It was for cougar research…!” 

Cutting her off with a kiss, Erriox chuckled, looming over her like a great predator, “I am your mountain lion, am I not?” 

Lenora let out a short bark of laughter and dragged him down for another kiss, “Yes, but…” and grinning, he leaned down for another, “You’re not really—!”

His tongue effectively blocked her protest, “Seems like the perfume affects both cougars and Astartes equally.” Erriox groaned into her mouth. She moaned and arched into his touch as he tugged her hair back to deepen the kiss. 

Lenora gasped for air when their mouths parted, “Help me get ri—… What are you doing?!” She squeaked in surprise as Erriox suddenly dragged her towards himself, seated between her legs. 

“You’re ready…” The Iron Warrior growled and effortlessly kept her legs parted as he languidly kissed and marked the inside of her thighs. He breathed in. Lenora smelled so good, so ready to be taken and bred. One hand drifted down to pull off his pants, releasing his aching member.

“Errio-ox?! Haaah…”

Purring, Erriox nosed her pussy, breathing deeply as his teeth and tongue pushed against the thin barrier of her panties. His keen hearing could pick up his bonded’s soft breathy moans, his cock hardening at her whimpers of his name. There was no denying that Lenora wanted, no, needed this. The subtle lifts of her hips to his face, her ever-deepening scent and the darkened damp patch on her panties growing with her leaking arousal as he continued his languid siege against her cunt. Lenora’s legs unconsciously tightened around him. If she wasn’t already wet, she was positively soaked by now. 

“Please, Erriox. Don’t tease.” Lenora begged him softly. With a chuckle, Erriox used his sharp teeth to tear through her panties, pulling them off and discarding them on the table. Lenora moaned as he licked a strip up her wet slit, savouring her taste and aroused scent enhanced by the Emperor’s Children perfume, deeply satisfying the itch in the back of his brain. Growling, he delved into her cunt to coax more of her delicious essence onto his tongue. He teased her, licking and kissing her melting pussy, occasionally sucking on and lathing her erect clit with the flat of his tongue. 

Lenora writhed in his hold, one hand scratching his scalp, the other clawing against bare wood as she felt her orgasm building. Moans and whines tore from her throat, her hips grinding into his face as she felt his muscular tongue dig deep into her core. 

“Erri— Mmmm! I…Erriox, pleeeaase…!” The sounds she made… Her smell… She tasted so good… by the Throne… he will be thinking about this for many fantasies to come. 

“Lenora…” The Iron Warrior groaned her name as he moved his tightened fist around his cock, leaking precum coating his hand. He felt her tug on a fistful of his hair, unsure if she wanted to push him away or pull him closer. Erriox chuckled deeply, memorizing the cadence of Lenora’s voice devolving into a series of velvet moans and gasps of his name as he played with her cunt and her clit, the pull of her muscles as her cunt pulsed around his tongue, the sensation of her short nails pleasantly scratching his scalp, and the twitches of her muscular thighs tightening around his head as he ate her out like she was his last meal. 

Her fingers desperately laced into his. “I’m close.” Lenora whimpered, her hips thrusting, eyes rolling into her head. 

“Cum, Lenora. Cum for me. Give me more of your divine taste.” Erriox urged, his hand moving faster over his cock. Lenora cried out with pleasure, digging her fingers into his scalp as he continued to work her pussy relentlessly. Mewling and gasping as her hips rutted against his face, the coil inside tightened more and more.

He sucked on her clit, coming off of it with a wet pop.  

“When… when you say it… hah… like thaaaAAAT!” Lenora moaned and threw her head back, her back bowed as an orgasm ripped through her body. She could hear the wet slurps as her Astartes continued to suck the honey dripping from her cunt. Erriox suddenly stood up and almost bent double on top of her, grunting as he released himself over her body. Warm semen splattered onto her torso, some of it splashing on her breasts and catching on her chin. 

Erriox pulled himself up to hover over his bonded, huffing, his smirking face smeared with her slick. Looking satisfied at his cum painting her skin. His hooded eyes darkened with lust as he watched her drag her fingers through the cum splatters, licking them clean and savouring the taste. 

He kissed, purring, “Good girl.” 

Lenora whined at his rumbled praise, tasting herself on his tongue. She slumped onto the table, moaning, confused as to why she could still feel desire and heat roiling within her, “Why is it not going away?” she groaned.

Erriox stared amusedly at the way Lenora clenched her thighs together as if trying to hold back her body’s desires. Her legs so easily fell open again when his hand pressed against her mound, his fingers swiping against her slit, collecting the gathering fluid. He licked his fingers, still hadn't had enough of Lenora’s taste yet, “Looks like you want more.” He murmured. 

“I do… but I don’t know my body could handle it...” she moaned helplessly. 

Erriox’s purr grew louder, “I will help you then.” He knew the pheromones were still running through her system. Fuck. He could practically taste it. 

**********

She was an overstimulated mess. 

“Noooo-mmmore…!” Lenora begged. Erriox purred at her plea in Gothic. 

“No more, Lenora? Your body and your desperate scent of arousal is saying otherwise.” He laughed and lapped at her clit languidly with his muscular tongue like a big cat. 

“Whaaat are you saying?!” She cried. Her voice rising five pitches when he suddenly pushed his thick finger into her wet cunt. 

“Erriox! Hah… Ah… please… Erri… Hnn… Mountain Lion!” More tears started to flow down her cheeks as Lenora squirmed from the constant stimulation. Her breath stuttered with each thrust of his finger. Another thick finger joined the first. She wanted to beg him to stop but the dizzying pleasure and heat was unbearable. She needed more of it. 

“Errioooox… please! Sto-o-o-ahhh!” Lenora begged, teetering on the brink of another orgasm. She tried to close her legs and squirm away from him. Her feet trying to find purchase to push him off. 

“Do not push me away! I will have my fill of you!” Erriox snarled, a wild shine in his dark eyes. He wrenched open her legs and yanked her towards him, locking her thighs in his muscular arms.  He pushed his face into her cunt, redoubling his efforts to devour her entire being; committing her scent, her taste, and the arousing sight of her sweaty overstimulated body spread naked among her torn clothes on the dining table, to his memory. 

Lenora howled his name, arching her back, her pussy squirting juices onto his face as she came. Her hands slid uselessly trying to push the relentless Iron Warrior off of her. Erriox growled irritably and bit her hand at her attempt to stop him, like a predator with his meal interrupted, before diving back in to sloppily suck and lick her gushing pussy clean. Lenora keened at the stimulation, twisting her hips to escape but only making his grip tighter and his tongue dig harder into her convulsing hole. 

“No- more-!” She managed to get one leg loose enough to kick her heel into her Astartes back. The sudden impact stopping Erriox in his tracks. 

The Iron Warrior gave her an unreadable stare, quickly turning into a predatory grin. He wiped his face with a swipe of his hand. Lenora panted, inadvertently breathing in more and more of the pheromone perfume. Pleasure started to cloud her mind again she could feel goosebumps form under his heated gaze. She let out a needy whine, feeling his palms leaving trails of heat as his hands slid over her sensitive body, coaxing and teasing until her nipples hardened and her pussy juices coated his fingers again. 

In the back of her mind, Lenora realized why her colleague’s Ultramarine had been so antsy and restless at the time, and why her colleague always seemed a bit sore. Lenora was roughly dragged out of her thoughts when Erriox slotted his hip against hers, spreading her legs wide to accommodate for his muscular bulk. The weight of his erect cock laid heavy on her mound, his cum wetting her skin. Her breath hitched when she raised herself on her elbows to look, the visual confirmation of his leaking heft making her mouth go dry and a bolt of desire course straight to her core. . 

“Do you see what you do to me, Lenora?” Erriox growled, his voice husky and low. His hips moved, sliding his cock back and forth, rubbing against her aching clit each time, wetting her mound further with his cum. He smirked as Lenora’s mouth fell open with a soft gasp, her eyes glazing over at the sight of his dick. 

“You want this?”

She whimpered hotly, her hips automatically moving with him, “Please… Erriox.” she wasn’t sure what she was begging for, whether for him to stop or for him to keep going.

The Iron Warrior growled, the confused desperate look in Lenora’s pretty brown eyes as she looked up at him spurred on the animalistic instinct inside him to conquer her fully. Till she could think of nothing but him and him only. 

He kissed her and they both moaned into each other’s mouths as he sunk into her. Lenora wrapped her arms around his neck, whimpering as his cock delved deeper inside her with each thrust. Her eyelids fluttered and she moaned when Erriox fully hilted himself inside her, feeling his cockhead kiss the opening of her womb. His eyes met hers in question, silently checking in. 

She trembled, then nodded, craning upwards to give her Iron Warrior a quick reassuring kiss, “You can move.” she said. 

Erriox hummed and kissed her back before pushing into her again. A low groan emitted from his throat feeling her tight warmth wrapping around his cock. His hands squeezed and kneaded her thighs as he continued to drive into her. 

His grunts turned to growls as his thrusts grew rougher and harder, feeling her cunt squeezing him tighter. Lenora wrapped her legs around him, unconsciously tightening them as she struggled for some semblance of self-control as the coil inside her tightened further and further. Her hands gripped his wrists, breath stuttering with each thrust. 

Lenora keened and mewled as Erriox carried on, determined to fuck her to the next peak. His name fell from her lips like prayers to an unhearing god. One moment she was pleading for him to stop, the next, begging for more, getting confused as to what she was saying any more.

Erriox snarled and bit down on her shoulder, the sudden pain taking her over the edge as she wailed. Her pussy convulsed around him as he bore down on her, her cum making wet squelching sounds with each vicious thrust. With one last lunge he came, filling her womb with his cum. 

“You alright?” he asked, holding her as they came down from their orgasmic high. 

Lenora body went slack, groaning, her voice hoarse, “Water?”

She moaned weakly as Erriox pulled out, leaving behind a strange aching emptiness and the feeling of his cum leaking out her hole. He quickly returned with a cup of water, sitting her up with his arm supporting her back as she drank. She felt tired, but was still left desiring for more. Her body trembled as she leaned into her Astartes’ embrace. Eventually, the trembling stopped and her breathing steadied as she relaxed with his body heat warming her. 

Erriox nuzzled her fondly and kissed her forehead, “Do you want to continue after your rest?” he asked quietly.

Lenora could feel the emptiness in her cunt, and the thought of getting ploughed by his thick cock again made her salivate and nipples tingle. She looked up at Erriox. His heated skin and the way his hands stroked and squeezed her body made it easy for her to see the perfume was still affecting him as well. She lazily traced the scars on his torso amd squeezed his hand. “Yes, just give me another 15 minutes.”

“Of course.” Erriox hummed appreciatively as she nuzzled into him. 

Lenora had a thought and asked, “Could we continue this in my room?” 

He paused his touching, “Why?”

“I don’t know about you, my mountain lion, but it’s more comfortable in my bed. My back is sore from the table.” she laughed, wincing. 

Erriox chuckled, kissing her affectionately, “Anything for my little cat in heat.” 

Blood rushed to her face at his term of endearment. Lenora’s protest about his choice of words ended in a squeak when he lifted her effortlessly into his arms and promptly marched into her bedroom. 

[heicodynamics]

Organic Soil testing is a critical step in ensuring the health and productivity of organic farms. By evaluating the soil’s composition, nutrients, and overall health, farmers can make informed decisions on how to enhance crop growth and sustain the ecosystem.

[bigsoftmarshmallow]

How would Ganondorfs (Wind Waker, Ocarina of Time, Twilight Princess, Hyrule Warriors, and Tears of the Kingdom) & Demise react to being transported to the world of Stardew Valley?

They are sent to the farm, stating that until they are "rehabilitated", they will be banished from Hyrule. If they try leaving the valley, they pass out and wake back up at the farm house.

Transporting the Ganondorfs and Demise to the quaint, peaceful world of Stardew Valley—where their dark ambitions are forced to take a backseat to farming, fishing, and socializing—would lead to a variety of reactions. They would all initially resist the idea, but how they adapt would vary depending on their personality.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Reaction: Wind Waker Ganondorf, being more reflective and introspective, would likely spend some time brooding at the beginning. The restriction of being unable to leave the valley would frustrate him, but once he calms down, he might come to view this as an opportunity for quiet contemplation.

Thoughts: Over time, Wind Waker Ganondorf could come to appreciate the peace of Stardew Valley. Farming, as simple and repetitive as it is, might give him time to think about his ambitions and how things went wrong in Hyrule. He might even start to consider whether a simpler life could hold value, though his pride would keep him from admitting it easily.

Scene: Ganondorf stands at the edge of the valley, glaring at the unseen barrier that prevents his escape. After his latest attempt ends with him waking up back at the farmhouse, he sighs in frustration and looks out over his crops.

"So… this is my prison," he mutters. "Perhaps I can make something of it."

Slowly, he starts tending to the farm, though a part of him never stops planning for the day he can return to Hyrule.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Reaction: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf would be enraged by his forced exile. He would view Stardew Valley as a mockery of everything he values—power, conquest, and domination. The idea of tending crops and befriending townspeople would infuriate him, and he would spend his first days trying to break the curse by any means necessary.

Thoughts: After repeated failures to escape, Ganondorf might grudgingly accept that there’s no way out—yet. His focus would likely shift to exploiting the valley’s resources to try and gain an advantage, whether through money or by leveraging the strange magical forces in the world. He would be less inclined to embrace the peaceful life and more interested in finding loopholes or secret powers.

Scene: Ganondorf storms back to the farmhouse after yet another attempt to break the invisible boundary. His fists clench as he stares at the fields, and he mutters darkly to himself.

"This is a punishment… a humiliation."

He stalks to the crafting bench, his mind racing. "But every world has its secrets. I will bend this one to my will. If I cannot conquer Hyrule, then I will conquer this."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Reaction: Twilight Princess Ganondorf would react with cold, simmering anger. His demeanor is more regal and reserved, but the idea of being forced into "rehabilitation" in such a peaceful, agrarian world would disgust him. He would initially refuse to engage with the farm or the villagers, seeing it all as beneath him.

Thoughts: Over time, he might grudgingly participate, but only out of necessity. Farming would be something he does with precision, not because he enjoys it, but because he refuses to fail. The beauty of Stardew Valley might eventually appeal to his aesthetic sense, but he would always be planning his return to Hyrule and how to exact vengeance.

Scene: Ganondorf stands in the farmhouse, staring at the fields from the window. His eyes are cold, and his mind is focused on one thing—escape.

"They think they can imprison me here… They will learn the folly of their ways."

Despite his bitterness, he begins to till the soil, his movements slow and methodical. "If this is the test they’ve set before me, I will master it."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Reaction: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf would take this exile as a challenge. His immense ego and flamboyant personality would drive him to assert dominance, even in this peaceful world. He would scoff at the idea of farming and likely destroy his crops out of frustration in the beginning, but once he realized there was no way out, he would shift gears.

Thoughts: He would likely try to turn the farm into a personal kingdom of sorts, focusing on wealth and power. He might take over the valley's economy, using his charisma and force of personality to gather resources and control the town in his own way.

Scene: Ganondorf smirks as he surveys his farm, now fully upgraded and thriving. His early frustration has turned into an ambitious plan to dominate the valley's economy.

"If I am to be trapped here, then I will rule here."

He walks into the village, his presence intimidating, as he starts making plans to buy out the local businesses. "Soon, this valley will be mine."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Reaction: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf would react with barely contained rage. He would despise the idea of being rehabilitated, seeing it as a direct attack on his very identity. His first instinct would be to resist—violently, if possible—but the rules of Stardew Valley would prevent him from doing so.

Thoughts: Over time, his anger would cool, but he would always be looking for ways to twist this situation to his advantage. While he might learn to manipulate the magical aspects of Stardew Valley, such as the Junimos or the mysterious artifacts found in caves, he would never fully embrace the peaceful lifestyle.

Scene: Ganondorf stands at the edge of the valley, his eyes glowing with barely suppressed fury. "Rehabilitation… is that what they call this?"

He glances down at his farm, now flourishing after his reluctant efforts. "This world has magic of its own. I will find its secrets… and bend them to my will."

Demise

Reaction: Demise, the embodiment of hatred and destruction, would react with pure, seething rage. The peaceful, idyllic world of Stardew Valley would be the antithesis of everything he stands for, and he would attempt to destroy it in his fury. When that fails, he would likely withdraw into a deep brooding state, seething at his powerlessness.

Thoughts: Demise would never truly accept his exile. He might reluctantly tend to the farm, but only as a means to an end. His hatred would burn hotter with every passing day, and he would always be searching for a way to break the curse and escape.

Scene: Demise stands in the center of the farm, his fists clenched, eyes burning with rage. The peaceful sounds of nature around him only fuel his anger.

"I will burn this place to the ground…" he growls, attempting to call upon his powers, only to feel the limits placed upon him.

As days pass, he tends the fields with brutal efficiency, but his mind is consumed with thoughts of vengeance. "This… prison will not hold me forever."

Conclusion:

For all of the Ganondorfs and Demise, being exiled to Stardew Valley would feel like a humiliating punishment. The peaceful nature of the valley would stand in stark contrast to their dark ambitions, and each would initially react with anger, frustration, and attempts to break free. Over time, some might adapt, finding ways to dominate the valley's resources or magic, while others, like Demise, would simmer in eternal rage, plotting their eventual escape.

Despite being bound by the valley's rules, their formidable personalities would find ways to express themselves, even in such a serene, pastoral world. Whether through quiet contemplation, calculated manipulation, or outright rebellion, none of them would fully submit to the "rehabilitation" the valley promises.

[kivaember]

Do you have any headcanons about the relationship between Michigan and Iguazu?

BOY DO I!!!!

So, their relationship is actually pretty complicated, even though superficially it seems like a typical "boss trying to whip a slacker into shape". Well, they're that too, but:

Iguazu has very mixed feelings re: Michigan, because on the one hand he broke his goddamn face and then press-ganged him into Redgun service, but on the other hand, the Redguns granted him opportunities he never would've had on earth, and he's actually treated considerably better than he had been on earth too.

See, on earth, Iguazu was born into the working class, but he didn't want to live his life in the production factories or fabrication foundaries, so he was - gasp - unemployed and joined one of the many gangs that roamed the slums. Smuggling, robbery, illegal gambling, anything that could get him ahead in life, anything that could make him that little bit richer, Iguazu went for it. His lifelong dream was to get enough scratch to buy a bronze citizenship and move into one of the Rejuvenated cities, but he needed lots of money for that.

Lots and lots and lots of money.

Gambling was his favourite way of trying to get that money, because in his eyes it was a 'get rich quick and don't even get shot at' method. He did petty crime to get the fistful of cash needed to throw down a bet - and then lose it all lmao it was an endless cycle. In fact, it was how he got augmented in the first place, as he put down a huuuuuuuuge bet he just couldn't cover, and when he lost it, he realised not even selling a kidney or liver would cover the debt.

Fortunately, he managed to make a deal with some shady augmentation surgeon looking for 'test subjects' for some highly experimental """"Gen Four""""" augmentations, and he took a chance: if he survived the surgery and let the surgeon get whatever data he wanted from it, the surgeon will pay off his debt. If he didn't survive the surgery well, he'll be dead. If he couldn't pay back that debt though, he was dead anyways, so Iguazu took the chance and actually won!

So, an augmented human that doesn't have any debt nor ties to corporations is pretty valuable, even if they don't have an AC to pilot. With his new second chance, Iguazu shunned gambling for good and- HAH no. He went back to his previous life of petty crime and excessie gambling, except now he was a little cockier. Anyway, he climbed the ranks a little in the gang he was in (where he had consistently stayed, not quite at the bottom, but like, bottom third, maybe), and got tangled up in a scheme to get some seriously big cash.

tl;dr Iguazu tried to rob the Hero of Jupiter of all people.

Didn't work, obviously. His gang got busted halfway through the job and Iguazu got left behind to take the fall. Michigan basically beat him half senseless, but didn't kill him (even though he could've done it and the law would've been like "oh, unemployed working class, yeah, it wouldn't count as murder :)" since only citizens are protected (working class aren't "citizens" in apv...)). Instead, after rearranging Iguazu's face and breaking a few bones, Michigan dragged him to the hospital and paid his medical bill.

Now. Onto where the complicated feelings come in.

Life on earth was a constant struggle, and Iguazu was aware that he wasn't at the bottom of the social ladder so much as even the worms tilling the soil were considered more productive members of society than him. None of his schemes or gambling was getting him the money he wanted, and after attempting to rob the Hero of Jupiter, the Peacekeepers weren't going to arrest him, they'd just vanish him completely, which was scarier.

But that didn't happen. Instead Michigan offered him a deal: if Iguazu served ten years in the Redguns as one of his AC squad commanders, then Michigan will personally sponsor him a silver earth citizenship and give him a lump sum of COAM to start him off for his new life.... but if Iguazu turned him down, then Michigan was going to leave him to the mercy of the Peacekeepers, which was essentially a death sentence.

Obviously, Iguazu was going to take the deal, no matter how suspicious as fuck it sounded.

Really, Iguazu was half-expecting Michigan to make him his indentured slave. But instead he found that, no, he was legitimately recruited as an AC pilot. Was trained to be an AC pilot. Michigan even forced him to train in other things too - marketable skills he called them, no matter how much Iguazu grouched and complained about them being boring or pointless. Michigan pushed him to do better, didn't take any of Iguazu's shit, and if Iguazu pushed back too hard, promptly smacked him back into his place and reminded him of their deal.

It really confused Iguazu more than anything? Like, he hated Michigan on principle, and he hated how he was in control of his life and strongarmed him into a group he didn't even care about, but at the same time he felt some weird, bitter and begrudging gratitude and respect - which made him hate Michigan even more because he can't even just hate the guy without it being complicated!! Michigan was just some rich famous guy who decided to make Iguazu his charity case, and he really despised him for it.

But he was also aware that life in the Redguns was considerably better than life on earth had been to him. He'd paid a generous salary. He sleeps in a warm, clean bed (even when sent to Rubicon, their barracks had a functional cot). He got to eat every day and didn't have to worry about tomorrow. He met people he could tolerate and weren't always thinking about how to fuck him over (Volta). Iguazu really does have a lot of complicated feelings over Michigan and what he's done for him, but he settles for resentment and bitter anger because those emotions he knows best. He knows what to do with those...

Michigan, meanwhile?

Really, he was thinking about Walter when it came to Iguazu. Saw this gutsy, angry, refused to stay beaten down "sewer rat", and just couldn't help but glimpse Walter in there. Like, yeah, Walter was never that mouthy, was colder, more composed and poised, but damn, that crazy, raw stubbornness that was just shy of the fierceness of a cornered animal was all Walter.

As well, his experiences with Walter, and his own perspective on both sides of the social ladder - and how the working class are treated - had Michigan feeling some kind of way. He just decided to go for it, see what happened. Iguazu had the guts to try and rob him and, when caught, squared up to him like an absolute lunatic. Michigan liked that kind of gutsy lunacy. Combined with his sort of Walter reminders, he decided to just... offer a helping hand.

Walter sure as hell never had one of those. Walter did everything himself, horded that bitter resentment until it poisoned him right down to the bone marrow, and now he's god knows where doing who knows what. So... yeah, it's complicated on Michigan's side too.

They're both so emotionally constipated, though. Michigan sure as hell explained nothing, Iguazu stewed at what he perceived to be unwanted pity and charity, and everyone else just kinda watched this from the sidelines like hm. intersting. well anyway-

oh man i did not mean to ramble that much but. yeah!!!! yeah... my michigan and iguazu headcanons...

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A Naruto Headcanon - The Culinary History of the Ninja World.

i'm back and not so bare with me. this headcanons is related to a story telling how chouji and karui's marriage went down. ill post it eventually.

EACH COUNTRY’S CULINARY HISTORY

Konohagakure (Country of Fire) Konohagakure aka the land of the free. Many things make up the uniqueness of the cuisine of the country of fire. First, they are the king of importation, so their diet is really diverse and touched all sectors evenly. They grow all kind of vegetables to meet the need of its residents. While there are not has much native plants from the area in their current diet contrary to other villages like Suna and Kiri.

Konoha being built on a vast forest, their main fruit consumption comes from small fruit trees and fruit trees like apples, pears, and pomegranate. Anything that grows on a tree is often easily available since it takes its roots in Konoha’s founder Hashirama Senju.

The country are the main producer and consumer of eggs and meat especially pork (which they export all over the ninja world) this where you get the whole BBQ concept and omelets. Another downfall of the cuisine from Konoha is the heavy presence of processed goods in everyday cooking preparation. The current culture is far more removed from its traditional cooking methods. Referred to as the Senju Diet is almost getting lost and seen has a flower from the past. Many (often older individuals) resist the hard change that came trough time and tries to uphold the consumption of the way ninjas ate in the past.

Lotus Root is a staple of the Senju Diet

Even Naruto can testify to this and noticed how it hard for him maintain the same diet as when he was a child (aside eating ramen), the way fast foods chains have almost came out of nowhere and took over the market deeply concerns him (especially how its taking hold of this younger generation). The deliberate effort towards modernization and proving the country is the first in everything, can reach everything, can eat everything, can win against anyone basically walking like they are the goat of the ninja world has affected negatively old traditions in subtle ways and in other more obvious ways. Like how the Konoha can keep escape the threat of famine by stealing other nations resources.

At the same time, the combination of different culinary practice gave birth to various more dishes with various diverse ingredients and interesting like Takoyaki, okonomiyaki & dango

Like mentioned before, industrialization gave birth to many processed who are a staple in those dishes. products who are often only found in the country of fire like fish cakes & narutomaki. The land of fire is the soup & noodles master, it’s like their national food for being convenient and versatile with they make the infamous ramen but other dishes like stir-frys Yes, it a generous filling cuisine to overflow your stomach

Classic/Staple Konoha Meal=Shoyu Miso/Pork Ramen with Narutomaki, Apple Salad, Dango, Sushi, Takoyaki, pickled radish, Beef BBQ

Sunagakure (Country of Wind) The cuisine from Suna is unique. Not only emerging from a desertic land, but it was also able to survive the test of time and stay true to its original roots. Based on the high temperatures and sandy soil of the land of wind, the residents have access to interesting crops who cannot be found elsewhere in the ninja world. Suna is the homeland of dates, they are the main intake of sugar in its diet. They are used in countless recipes like sweet & pastries. they are used to sweetened teas since tea drinking is a big thing. Offering tea is a tradition when receiving guests and tea was used by nomads who made long trip in the desert in order to stay hydrated.

In Sunagakure, they go hard on sweets. Especially dates since the are the only producer of them. They have countless of pastries, candies and date-bases recipes because it was once use as a method of survival in the long windy season in the desert or to have the sugar necessary to be transformed in a energy source to endure long trip in the desert. They are a national pride since most nuts in the ninja world grows in the country of wind; almonds, pistachios, walnuts, etc. they also showcase delicate and unique culinary practices when it comes to pastries who set Suna apart from other nations. It is the only place to find citrus, olive & argan trees used to make oils mostly made for exportation & their lucrative citrus production industry.

Their eating style is different since it is not uncommon to eat with your hands. For a long time, families were large so the habit of having a large plate to share with many emerge from that condition

Due to frequent drought, the country of wind has specialized themselves in the production of survival crops like grains like millet, sorghum & wheat who are also a staple in the cuisine of Suna. they most of the time milled to make flour to produce various types of bread crepe and flat breads (also see as more convenient since they don’t require yeast to be cooked). Alongside that, the consumption of legumes like lentils and different kinds of beans is the main source of protein and prized as all around superfood. They are cooked in paste and stew often eaten with bread.

Staple/Classic Suna Meal=Large plate of various pastes/creamy sauces made of beans & lentils, grilled eggplant, hummus, flat bread, millet crepe, spinach, citrus tea,

Kirigakure (Country of Water) The main meal is Kiri is grilled fish.

Unfortunately, Kirigakure has the reputation of eating ANYTHING that swims, crawls, run or fly in the ocean. First and firmly base on their location and how the practice of fishing is part of so many residents lives.

Also, it comes from the lack of access to goods from importation of other nations. For very long time, Kiri and the surrounded regions were left on their own when a bad harvest happened, or if the climate hindered the quantity of fish collected. In those cases, the villager learned to make anything of every single thing they found (in the ocean). Due to their different economical system (mostly based on exchange of goods), it took a long time for Kiri to join the market of importation and exportation. Now they are the main exporter of seafood of various types and fish (a staple in their diet). The land of fire became the main consumers of seafood above the country of water itself. The never-ending high demand for sea product (including fish) has opened the door for illegal activity to create non-approved fish farms and illegal fishing. The country of wind is guilty, while having no access to water yet desiring sea products (which is recent because they try to follow after the country of fire and the whole globalization narrative).The Country of Fire being the biggest culprit due to their insatiable desire to reach all and taste all (even without permission).

Their known cultural theft has implication in the problem since a traditional dish named サメの目 (Same no Me written Samenome meaning Shark Eyes) which consist of thin layers of fish rolled and stuffed with black wild rice and bitter herbs (it is name like this since it resemble the pupils of sharks) was ‘’discovered’’ by ninja scientist from Konohagakure during early invasion of the country of water by various bigger nations for natural resources in this case being clay who was abundant along any body of water (used to make pots and tolls before the emergence of various metals) also to take control and harvest the almost infinite amount of fresh water. The devastation of natural habitat and the disruption of the ecosystem cause a destruction that couldn’t be healed instead it changed the nature of the environment. Since then, most bodies of water in the land of water turned into seawater, the once flourishing pastures of green leafy galore died and the remaining surviving plants gave birth to what we know today as bitter herbs (ex: dandelion, wormwood, chamomille, peppermint, etc) and they are a staeple in the cuisine of Kiri, for some their main intake of green plants. They are also valued for their medicinal values (you know them plants Haku was collecting in the woods)

Learn more about bitter herbs here: https://dirthappy.com/bitter-herbs/

(Going back to what we were talking about)The discovery of Samenome was then taken back to the country of fire and after being merged and modified with the local crops and different culinary practices became what we know today as sushi; the captain of Konoha’s cuisine along side with Ramen. The seaweed paper also originally comes from Kiri, they were not used as food but fertilizers for growing crops. The practice of harvesting seaweed became popular in the southern part of the country of fire after the nori seaweed was discovered in its waters. Meanwhile they still import wakame from the country of water since it’s a staple for various soups and side dishes.

In The Country of Water, they consumed more the wild varieties of different crops like wild black rice, quinoa & amaranth as a main source of carbs.

In Kiri, they seasoned everything with pepper, everything; rice, bitter herbs, fish & seafood, grains. Some regions of the country of water house the spiciest pepper you can find in the warm months of the summer and the most frost resistant cabbages during the cold months. Now, they import a lot of pepper product from The country of lightning during the most of the year. Most of the seasoning is onion-based but the access to salt from the waters allowed the spectrum of seasoning to widen but also utilize is in order to ferment or pickle foods for the winter making pickled goods a staple in the cuisine of Kiri even for pickled fish.

Staple/Classic Kiri meal= Grilled fish, Samenome, spicy pickled cabbage, amaranth crepe of fritters, bitter herbs, pepper sauce

Kumogakure (Country of Lightning) The cuisine of Kumogakure is different than typical meals you would find in other nations. Like Suna the uniqueness reveals itself in their cuisine since its most popular dishes are made of ingredients that can only be found in the country of lightning. Cuisine of Kumogakure follows various principals making their reputation.

Beef is a luxury food. Due to its location, residents of the country of lightning were consuming other animals like sheep and goat who are abundant in rocky areas. The first wild buffalos were in fact imported from neighbor countries and are domesticated for food in small quantities because most green pasture (outside of main cities) are already occupied by sheeps. Many attempts were made to grow the bovine population but failed due to competition for food and access to grass.

Meat is more regarded as side dishes since their protein source mostly come from green vegetable and beans. Like in Suna, where legumes are praised for their high nutritional value but in the country of wind they eat lentils & chickpeas, meanwhile in Kumo they are eating kidney beans, black eyes peas and their infamous black beans. Each nation has a particular legume/bean/pulse they cherish in their cuisine. The Country of fire is house to all types of sprouts like of mung bean and edamame/soy beans. Interestingly, the practice of making tofu comes from Amegakure and has spread to neighboring nations. In Kiri, they eat beans in their original form, simple steamed and sometimes raw so they prefer yardlong beans and peas of different kinds.

· The land of lightning is famous for their abundance of herbs & spice. Hence why they weren’t as enthusiast to rush into meat consumption since they can make many vegetables taste amazing by seasoning it right. Plants like ginger, turmeric, various varieties of peppers, allspice, paprika, star anise & parsley are native to the area. the exception is garlic since it can be found abundantly across the ninja world.

· The cuisine of Kumo could be defined as quick and simple. Hence why they are numerous meals in bites sizes like fried dough (a popular street food), samoussa, meat/bean patties, dried sweet potatoes chips (chouji’s favorite). Unfortunately, frying/pan-frying is a prominent method of cooking so to balance the diet the preparation of vegetables filled stews and soups comes in the picture and they don’t eat foods like white rice. First, because it does not grow in the region at all, instead it’s the rare place where eating brown rice is thing and meals like fermented pureed yam are often use as a substitute for rice along many sauces and stews (after white rice became popular across the ninja world.). In Suna, they sticked to basmati rice and Kiri to black rice but white rice & sweet rice (hybridized in the country of fire) has always been one of the first food to be distributed is smaller nations in food crisis and for daily consumption because of how easily it is to massively produce and for their poorer nutritional value.

(ex: meat/beans patties, sweet potatoes chips, deep fried dough (bottom pic above) called ふわふわ/Fuwa Fuwa meaning Fluffy since the yeast used to make them creates a treat light and airy/fluffy like clouds & samoussa)

· SAUCE, SAUCE, SAUCE. Again, we said people from the Cloud love when it’s simple (hence why many dishes from Konoha like Takoyaki seems like an equation of calculus to them but those who could taste it enjoyed it actually). Its ‘’we dump all in the pot and let it cook’’ cooking style. If your meal doesn’t have a sauce of any kind, its not from Kumo. Many of them contained some form of peanut butter (a national pride food). The country of lightning is the biggest producer of peanuts and use it in various dishes

(exemples: peanut soup, fermented cassava pulp, cassava leave sauce, callaloo/amaranth soup, spinach peanut butter sauce )

· Did you know that Kumo’s peanut brittle’s distant cousin is the Nougat from Suna? It’s the Raikage’s favorite snack. Like the menu of the wedding feature the country most prized, popular, and fancy meals, most of them are the raikage’s favorites.

(from left to right, Nougat (from Suna) & Peanut Brittle also called 稲妻バー/Inazuma bars meaning Lightning Bars) because when you prepare them it is tradition to punch the plate in the middle to break it into smaller portions, it looks like the food got hit by lightning.

Many exotic tropical grows outside of big cities like mangos, pineapples & papayas making fruit the main sugar intake in the Kumo diet.

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Jaehaera Targaryen (OC) X GreenVsBlack

Masterlist

How did everyone feel about her training to be a knight?

Viserys

Well, to be fair, Viserys had to approve to let this all happen. He definitely had his fears, and worried until hair began to fall from his head— but that’s not too out of character for him. He had two fearless daughters who loved to test the limits every second of the day and night; he was bound to have some sort of ulcer.

Although, at the beginning he would have had a fit— not necessarily with Jaehaera because she’s his baby— but with Daemon. The blame would have been totally put on his younger brother, because his daughter had never seemed interested in participating in such affairs until he sparred with her. Without a doubt— Jaehaera would have to train with Daemon in secret. There’s no way Viserys wouldn’t ban his brother from teaching Jaehaera. He would make the excuse of it being to protect her from his harsher methods of teaching, or the fouler play Daemon liked to use in battle. Whichever he’d use, it didn’t really matter anyhow. He was the king and that would be his decree.

However, that wouldn’t stop Jaehaera from sneaking into the gardens or the dragons keep to meet Daemon in the night to train, talk, etc.

There’s no way he could keep those two apart for too long, and deep down, Viserys knew.

So, since Daemon was banished from the training grounds whenever Jaehaera’s feet were on the soil, Viserys would appoint the best knights to spar with her. Ser Harwin and Criston were the main two.

Often, when he had free time and didn’t have a lord breathing down his neck, Viserys would go and watch her train. Pride was evident in his face as he watched her succeed. Though, when she started becoming exceedingly knowledgeable, he noticed the boredom which would take over his daughters face when she took on two knights. Soon it would be three, four, five…. Ten.

At some point Viserys had to give in to his daughter’s wishes of going onto the battlefield, to quench her thirst for victory. Her bloodlust didn’t go unnoticed by him, by he ignored it for the sake of his sanity. Instead he focused on the smile which Jaehaera after returning home from a war or siege, rather that the red all around it— dripping of her hair and jaw.

“Another fine victory, my dear.” He would say, reach an arm out for his daughter to take.

Jaehaera would turn, grabbing a cloak of an innocent night to wipe her hands clean of sticky blood, before finally taking his hand with a wide smile. “Thank you father.”

Daemon

He fucking loves it.

And when Viserys accuses him of starting Jaehaera’s infatuation with the craft— you better believe he takes fully credit.

“What can I say brother? It would be a waste of her talent. She’s a fucking dragon.”

Oh, and while he had planned to keep sparring with Jaehaera even after his brother forbid him to, Daemon was honestly— and delightfully surprised to wake up to her poking him in the side with the sword he’d give her.

Which she had named, Death’s mistress— much to Daemon’a pleasure.

From that night on they trained in the gardens, in the dragons keep (which would rile up Caraxes and Shrykos to no limit), and sometimes even on kings landings walls. After a while Daemon and Jaehaera would make a game of it all. Whoever was caught first by knights had to do a request of the others choosing, and they couldn’t back out. No matter what.

Let’s just say… Daemon looks awfully beautiful in a dress.

Now, when it comes to true battles and matters a war…

It’s literally the same. These two don’t take anything serious when they’re with each other. Daemon and Jaehaera will literally be making bets, bantering, or (most definitely started by daemon) gossiping. From time to time, specifically in the war against Craghas Dahar (the Crabfeeder), Lord Corlys Velaryon even caught the two flirting.

“Have I ever told you how ravishing you are in red, Issa jaesa?”

“Hmm, almost ever battle.”

“Almost?” Daemon would chuckle, shaking his head in ‘shame’. “I’ll have to do better than.”

Although, jokes aside, if someone had ever managed to even land a single blow or slice Jaehaera’s skin— Daemon would be so livid. If all of the enemy wasn’t going to die already, they would now.

And seven hells, as big of an ego Daemon has, you wouldn’t think that he’d like to lose so often. But when Jaehaera beats him, he seems to only like her more.

Rhaenyra

She’d definitely have a love/hate relationship with Jaehaera being a knight, or warrior of some kind.

Firstly, Rhaenyra would absolutely love watching Jaehaera fight. She’s adore every win and revel in every hit that someone would receive from Jaehaera if they’d managed to touch her. There’s no way that she’d be against it, because she herself was a girl with immense power. To her it was obvious that in the future, she’d be queen, and Jaehaera would be her hand.

This would also mean that Viserys would feel more inclined to let Rhaenyra and Jaehaera go off on their own. If having a fire breathing dragon wasn’t enough, Jaehaera being on her arm eighty percent of the time would make up for it.

“Father I will quite literally be on Syrax’s back.”

“It doesn’t matter. You cannot go out without sufficient protection. You are the heir to the iron throne, you cannot be so reckless—,”

“Jaehaera will also accompany me.”

“… Fine, be back by dawn.”

Secondly, she would cherish the bond between her Uncle, Daemon, and her sister. Rhaenyra had always been fond of Daemon, and she adored Jaehaera. It was like two of her favorite people coming together. They loved each other, and they loved her. Something so consuming and big enough to go around.

Not to mention she liked to see Daemon get knocked on his ass a few times.

BUT… this would also mean Rhaenyra would be quite lonely when both are gone for extended periods of time. She trusted and knew that they’d both keep each other safe, that was not the worry. It was just the fact she was hoarded up in the walls of kings landing without any other comfort that Alicent and her dragon.

And one would later be taken from her too.

Alicent

If she were to say everything she thought out loud, everyone would have know her wariness of the idea. Even after seeing Jaehaera’s talent for it, she’d worry.

Alicent grew up on tradition, having to take up a motherly role after the death of her own. Not to mention her father is a holy terror who his hunger for power. So in her mind, it was unnatural for a woman to wield a sword.

Yet, she also couldn’t help but feel a pool of inspiration within her stomach when watching Jaehaera fight with such determination. Deep in her mind, she could see Jaehaera and Rhaenyra breaking the mold of what could and couldn’t be. Sadly, she just couldn’t comprehend herself in that position.

“Do you not approve?” Jaehaera would ask, no malice or judgement in n her tone.

Alicent stopped in her track, in return hindering Jaehaera’s movements by their connecting hands. “What?

“You always look so distraught at my tournaments or when you watch me train. If it displeases you; you don’t have to come. It would not offend me.”

“No! It doesn’t displease me. I just… I worry.” Her head would drop in embarrassment at the words, cheeks and ears flushing pink.

She’d hear a light, breathy laugh come from Jaehaera, making her blush rage even further. However, she’d be calmed by Jaehaera’s hand cupping her cheek— claiming her gaze once more.

“How caring you are Ali,” she grins, head bent to observe her friend’s expression. “And worrisome. It’ll be your downfall if you let it continue.”

So it goes without saying— Fuck Otto.

Otto

Speaking of such asshole…

This bitch would have soooo many backhanded remarks to dish out whilst Jaehaera is to busy kicking ass to beat his.

At first, he would be impressed. He’d never let anyone know it, but he would be. But once Jaehaera got too powerful for his liking Otto would stop at no end to try and belittle Jaehaera.

This man has a death wish I swear

Daemon, at any time possible would threaten him— in public and in private. Sometimes when Otto turns his back, Daemon would pretend to run Dark Sister through his heart or straggle him. This would bolster become an inside joke between him, Rhaenyra, and Jaehaera.

Summary: he’d only help dig his grave, especially in the instance, where he questions Rhaenyra’s honor and loses his job as the king’s hand.

Laenor

Let’s set this straight right away, Laenor and Jaehaera are the definition of besties. They appreciate each other’s uniqueness and differences.

Laenor is a older than Jaehaera, but he never acts like it. Which she appreciates deeply. He would a hundred percent be one to come to one of her tournaments and shameless scream at the top of his lungs cheering her on.

“Let’s go Jae!!! Kick his ass!! Knock him off the fucking horse!”

“THAT— THAT WAS FOUL PLAY! HE CHEATED I SWEAR TO— oh never-mind she won.”

Not to mention, they both guard each other with all their might. The pair share bits and pieces of themselves, knowing that they are one of the only few that would understand.

(Their bond would most definitely strengthen after the war with the Crabfeeders.)

Jaehaera would definitely be only one of the few to accept and understand Laenor sexuality. She would be his rock during the tough time before, during, and after the wedding. In return he’d be there for her when she starts questioning and experimenting.

And holy crap the tag team they would be, the inside jokes they would have, the excuses they would make for each other.

God help if they start drinking—

“Is that the pretty maid you’re so infatuated with I see???” Laenor hums teasingly in her ear as they sip wine, laid back in the cushioned chairs of the banquet.

“Mhm, and is that the squire you’ve been drooling over for the past week?” Jaehaera quips back gesturing to the singing man not too far away.

Both sit in silence for a few seconds, sharing a knowing look.

“Cover for me?”

“You went first last week.”

“But you take forever.”

“It’s called foreplay. You should try it some time.”

Corlys and Rhaenys

Corlys would high key be proud. He already sees Jaehaera as a second daughter, after spending so much time teaching her at Driftmark. Not to mention he loves the kinship she has with Laenor and Laena.

He would be the one to request her help during the war, only to be gifted with Jaehaera AND Daemon.

If we’re being completely honest we know he’d be a progressive dad, and it would be a necessity for all his children to know how to defend themselves anyway.

Rhaenys would be the same way, just more nurturing. She’d definitely baby Jaehaera a little more, which she wouldn’t mind. There would be light scolding if Jaehaera came back with injures, which was rare, but secretly Jaehaera would allow a few opponent to get in a hit just see Rhaenys get all mother bear and protective.

And when the fighting is done, she along with Rhaenyra are the only two that could convince her to wear a dress.

Ser Harwin

Jaehaera’s biggest fan (competing with all her other family members and friends), especially after the hunt when Rhaenyra and her came back blooded in hog remains. He would teach her all he knew, keeping a few secrets to himself just for good measure.

Even though later on she would whoop his ass.

Take EXTREME pleasure in watching her beat Ser Criston. This would definitely make a small friendship between Daemon and him.

And they, unknowing to Daemon, made a deal that if he were to ever spot her first while patrolling as she sparred with Daemon— he’d pretend to of seen Daemon instead. This occurred rarely, but she couldn’t help but giggle when it did. In return, she’d forward his gifts and love letters to Rhaenyra.

While, unabashedly, Jaehaera wanted Rhaenyra all to herself most of the time; she also never wished to control her. So after Rhaenyra smiled after receiving the first letter, Jaehaera continued on.

Ser Criston

He’s a little bitch that doesn’t like to lose… enough said.

Now, bonus section, what do the younger generation think of her being skilled in the art of weaponry?

Aegon

Again, this lucky bastard was able to grow up watching Jaehaera train and fight. And while he never seen her kill, he knew that she could do it.

He held a high respect for her, and listened to her when she needed him to, which granted him the ability to banter to shamelessly with her.

She would teach him whenever she could, but she noticed he didn’t have a true love for it. So… instead she took him drinking. RESPONSIBLY. Don’t worry it was always in the castle.

During these moments she’d answer almost every question that came to him mind. And let’s be so real, most of them would be outlandish and dirty. But again, respectfully so. He’d never wish to make her uncomfortable, because she always did the same for him.

Oh and she’d for sure show him how to play instrument or some kind of roadly trade. This being after he tells her his plan to run away to live a life of leisure and pleasure.

She’d recommended Dorne or Narth and would offer him a ride and secrecy.

And let’s just clear the air— Aegon would not be a rapist and such a bastard if Jaehaera was around. She would for sure make sure he treated everyone with respect, and how women were not objects. For what would he think if some lord or lady treated her like that?

Helaena

Oh, the baby. We love her. She would ABSOLUTELY fawn over Jaehaera. Just in general. Whatever she did was magic to Helaena. So her being skilled in swordsmanship was a cherry on top to it all.

Helaena would for sure entertain Jaehaera with her studies on bugs. In fact— Jaehaera would like her sisters rambling and ‘nonsensical’ chatter so much, that she would have Helaena come and talk to her as she trained. No doubt Jaehaera would order the knight she was sparring with to be quiet, and if Helaena had to repeat herself— whoops down he goes.

Jaehaera would probably be one of the only ones to pick up on Helaena’s gift as well. Because she pays attention to the child and has the common sense to put two and two together.

“The girl with the dragon’s eye will reach the sky and touch the tide— just to be saddened as a raven flies by.”

Aemond

I’m sorry, but if you thought Aemond’s expression for Daemon was something— think again.

Aemond was forever in awe of Jaehaera. And you best believe this hypocritical bitch would go on and on talking shit about Jace and Luc, but if someone said one word about her legitimacy. They die.

When he’s young, and he finally meets her, he will become a koala. It’s like he’s reverted back to being a toddler. He will follow her everywhere, which he means to be discreet, but of course— she knows.

“You know it could be seen as awfully creepy following a lady around.”

Aemond’s face would be bright red when she calls him out, and he would apologize profusely, until she cuts him off.

“You’re lucky I’m not a lady.” She’d smirk, offering her hand. “Come along, I’m going to the library to put in a few new books I got from the Vale of Arryn.”

Study sessions are a must, Aemond wants to know everything, and later he would train with her a lot more than his brother. I think it’s rather obvious how much he likes to fight, so under Jaehaera’s guidance he’d become even stronger.

Jaehaera would be one of the only ones to comfort Aemond when he doesn’t get a dragon when all the rest do. She’s one of the only people that can understand him, and because of this she would offer to take him riding on Shrykos whenever able.

Aemond is very closed off, but when it comes the Jaehaera everything is on the table. EVERYTHING. Boy will lay out his trauma, insecurities, desires, and dreams in front of her. He makes all the time he has with her count to, because she’s always traveling.

In a sense I think he also admired and envies that about her. Aemond continuously feels like he has prove himself and has to live up to the standards Alicent give him. Not to mention he has to pick up the slack in which Aegon might lack.

“Would you take me with you?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“What?”

“Well I don’t have a definitive location yet, I usually just let Shrykos go where she pleases.”

“So you’d really take me? I mean… I wouldn’t be a bother?”

“Why would you?”

Jacaerys

To be fair, this boy would have ended up a feminist even without Jaehaera. His mom is literally Rhaenyra, and he would stand by her and her claim at any moment. So, he’s basically a walking ally.

Jace would for sure fight anyone who said anything sexist about any woman, let alone his mom and aunt. Oh, and let’s not forget that Daemon later becomes his step dad too, so with Daemon and Jaehaera teaching him— he can back up his bark.

Not to mention all of the secret lessons Jaehaera would give him when he was younger. Any of the gifts given to him by her over time would be well kept like trophies. Jaehaera was the one to give him his first personal sword; Jace would treat it like a newborn.

“What are you doing it’s like the fifth time you’ve cleaned your sword?!”

“Shut up Luc, she’s precious! At least I know how to care for her properly— AYE GIVE HER BACK!”

After years of growing up with her influence, Jace and Luc are way more mischievous but also reasonable. He could definitely hear a whole argument, scolding, and congratulations through one glance from his aunt.

Oh, and she taught him how to cook. Don’t ask why, it just happened— I will not take any arguments.

Lucerys

Luc is her baby. I mean, he’s her sisters son, but he is her baby.

Even as Luc grows older, even after she teaches him how to defend himself, and even if he gets married, becomes lord of Driftmark, and has kids of his own. Jaehaera will see him as the precious little bean he is.

And to be fair, Jaehaera would be the one to push him to practice more. He’d be totally terrified, and would never really want to have to use the skill (seeing as if already causes a rift between him and Aemond after the incident), but he would do it just to please her. She’d also encourage him by saying:

“What’ll happen if I’m old, can barely stand and defend myself? You won’t be able to protect me if you don’t even know the basics.”

That’s really all it took for him to jump up early in the mornings and meet her for training. The thought of protecting his family would drive Luc to do anything, and that’s why she adored him so.

Luckily, after he’s learned the basics, Jaehaera moves on the teach him about everything else she can think of. Whether it be politics, literature, culture, economics, etc. Luc LOVES it.

Jaehaera would ride Shrykos right next to the first ship Luc ever sails/captains on his own as well. Both watching each other with pride. Then, sometimes when Jaehaera is feeling extra lively, she may even swoop down and ‘steal’ him. Pretending to be a pirate and see if he can escape from her clutch. However, Luc never really tries because the truth of it is he doesn’t want to.

Baela

Because she has the rashness and chaotic nature of her Father, she definitely wants to be as good as Jaehaera when she grows up. She would idolize her.

Daemon would let her start whenever she’d want to, and he’d settle for no one less than himself and Jaehaera. She would also be a quick study, so she’d almost mimic Jaehaera in some ways. Quickly needing a minimum of four or five opponents to remain interested.

When she’s little, and Jaehaera comes to visit and stay for a while, Baela totally sneaks into her room to try on her armor and training clothes.

“And what do we have here?” Jaehaera asks playfully, leaning against the doorway of her bathroom— where she had been peacefully taking a bath. That was until she heard something fall in her room.

Baela, practically drowning in Jaehaera’s leather and metal armor, would have dropped a boot or something— blushing from being caught red handed.

“I just wanted to look like aunt Jae.”

Jaehaera was ready to smother that child in kisses.

“We’ll then you’d need it in your proper size Issa byka perzys.”

(Oh and that right hook she used on Aemond— Jaehaera taught her that.)

Rhaena

She must be protected.

Jaehaera’s relationship with Rhaena is really similar to the one she has with Luc, except she know how shit this world can be for women. So her protectiveness spreads a bit farther in that aspect.

Because Rhaena was more reserved and less hot headed than her sister, she was deemed more ‘approachable’, and even though she would be betrothed to Jace not to long after ‘coming of age’, lords of court could still be such vultures.

Thus why Jaehaera would teach her just like her sister. And while Rhaena and Jaehaera did not necessarily have the same hobby or interest, it meant nothing to them. Rhaena still admired her just as much as Baela. She would also be complimented non stop by Jaehaera, whether it be about her beauty, her intelligence, simply existing— Jaehaera thought Rhaena to be a gift to this nasty society.

Both were the future for women. Both on different levels and lifestyle— but one in the same right.

On a sillier note, they would definitely play a game to see who could make the other smile first with flattery.

“You’re absolutely breathtaking, Issa nykeēdar lily.”

Rhaena would hold back an infectious smile, trying to hold out. “Not nearly as ethereal as you Jaehaera.”

“Always so formal, you have to be one of the most graceful ladies I’ve ever met. I can see why you have Luc wrapped around your finger already.”

Jaehaera won.

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Translations:

Issa jaesa: my goddess

Issa byka perzys: my little fire

Issa nykeēdar lily: my water lily

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