#agriculturists

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[consult-sherlockholmes]

What do you think about Rudolph the rednosed reindeer?

What I think about it? Well I think Father Christmas is really not taking good care of his reindeer, if his favourite one has a severe rhinitis. If its nose is so red it seems to be glowing, then something is inflammed severely, which increases blood flow dramatically, causing the red colour. Either due to allergies, or some kind of infection, or maybe the reindeer feel like flying because of a certain white powder they got provided with nasally, also increasing blood flow. They should call a veterinarian for that one. There is no other logical explanation for those things, the reindeers are high on snow, think they are flying and have a severe rhinitis.

[drumlincountry]

EVERY fantasy book EVERY scifi novel every starwars movie every post apocalyptic show. I ask, WTF??? The same same question EVERY time. Say it with me - WHERE’S THE FARMING?

[tolkiens]

whole day in shambles ever since i woke up at 4am to get ready for work this morning (it is a sunday) and ending on a wholesome type of disappointment because i ran out of time to water the plants in my garden & check the soil and if bugs are eating them today 😭

[captobiotech]

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[ecopackindia]

Proposal to revoke or restrict the purchase of Agricultural lands by Non-Agriculturists in Karnataka

There is a Strong proposal to revive the restrictions imposed on the purchase of agricultural lands by non-agriculturists in the State of Karnataka. This proposal will impact all the Farm House sites/lands to be bought by Non-Agriculturists. This proposal has to take the shape of legislation and must be passed in the Legislative Assembly and thereafter, it becomes the LAW.

[madraslawyers]

இந்திய சட்டங்கள் மற்றும் இந்தியாவில் சட்டப்பூர்வ தீர்வுகள்

இந்தியா வளமான கலாச்சார பாரம்பரியம் கொண்ட பல்வேறு நாடு. இந்திய சட்ட அமைப்பு உலகின் பழமையான சட்ட அமைப்புகளில் ஒன்றாகும், மேலும் இது பல ஆண்டுகளாக உருவாகி வருகிறது. குடிமக்களின் உரிமைகளைப் பாதுகாக்கவும் நீதியை உறுதிப்படுத்தவும் இந்தியாவில் பல்வேறு சட்டங்கள் மற்றும் சட்டப் பரிகாரங்கள் உள்ளன. இந்திய சட்டங்கள் இந்திய சட்ட அமைப்பு இந்தியாவில் வாழ்க்கையின் பல்வேறு அம்சங்களை ஒழுங்குபடுத்துவதற்கும்…

[merafarmhouse]

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Drip Irrigation is the most well-known method of micro-irrigation it not only delivers greater ROI compared to other irrigation methods, but it also gives farmers an efficient and simple way to operate their farms.

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[pinksobg]

late night conversation: characteristics and simple messages from your fs 🌌🌷

mostly for fun and for reflection: would you like a fs like that? would you like the things said? 💌🌼

let's go for the tea? 👀

__________

pile 1:

characteristics: oooh, good in my opinion!! you got: confident. knows how to take care of themselves in a good way. patient, knows to wait and respect opinions. they try their best, pile number 1.

professional field or passion: veterinarian, agriculturists, editor or design field. oh, took a little of a jump, right? 😅🌷 or maybe not? take what resonates to you please. :)

messages: they may like to talk, my pile mumber one. "yes, and?".

"I like what I see" huh 👀😅. "I like it". ok, they like something.

"Do you find me attractive?" oooh, I find it cute that one.

"Can't wait to see you again".

"I swam and the water was cold".

"Date". "Party".

"I'm sorry".

"I wonder how it is like to be loved by you".

"Bet you will be the one with the ring on the finger".

songs: 5 seconds of summer songs. cindy lou who. jão songs. eletric love.

__________

pile 2:

characteristics: resilient. optimistic, sees the good. prudential. loving person. maybe cool and collected as well. introvert vibes.

professional field or passion: waiter. teacher. mentor. psychologist. or maybe work in the care field.

messages: "you are attractive/hot, sorry"

"do you find me attractive?"

"I feel seen around you"

"You light me up"

"It's hard to breathe when you look at me"

Maybe your fs might been passed to a heartbreak not a long time ago.

songs: espresso. dandelions. that what's makes you beautiful by 1D.

__________

pile 3:

characteristics: calm. altruist. do certain things or most of them with ease. very calm energy.

professional field or passion: architect. nurse. journalist. maybe can have multiple interests or mostly likely to have more than one passion.

messages: maybe you don't know them yet my pile number 3. this is a good signal for you?

"Kiss me" wow, straightforward.

"Secret admirer" oh!

Oh. oh. oh. An advice! I wasn't expecting it. Maybe it's a call out. Maybe your standards are down right now. Or maybe you are giving much energy for something you shouldn't. Maybe you are waiting too much from emotional, romantic love to happen right now. And maybe it isn't the time yet. Oh! I wasn't expecting an advice. It is really from someone who loves you. Please, take what resonates. So, darling, it's okay, sometimes we mix something up. I remember a phrase from a kinda long time ago. It's something like: when something is missing, we try to overdo something to try to "fulfill". Darling, I understand. It's hard to heal something but it's time to recognize if something is wrong. Right? Like much social media, waiting too much on romantic love, feeling stuck on life...

My friend, when you are going through a, uhn, let's say - rollercoaster. There is some time that it is linear, right? To give impulse. Sometimes, so it's life. Maybe something is like stuck for you to try or focus on something else, something you love or it's good for you. Take care my friend. ❤💞💌

[monsterfloofs]

Ary (Female Reptilian Alien) x Anonymous Reader (Sfw)

(Writing some cuteness about two beings out in space >:3 Platonic luff or romantic luff, I am leaving it up to you, dear reader. )

Space is cold. That's the first thing that gets drilled into your skull once you become a spacefarer. The glittering sky may look beautiful from afar, but it is a vacuum after all. Unprotected, Your blood would boil, your lungs would collapse and ultimately, your body would freeze over from the cold.

With all the technology at the galaxy's disposal, none is more precious, more imperative than the suit you wear and the metal transport that keeps its crew cradled below its multitude of decks.

With heat being so important, some places within the ship needed it more than others. Vegetation that couldn't grow without expensive artificial sunbeams taking precedence over other areas of the ship. Food was a necessity, and some comfort had to be given up for that precious resource. The crew's cabins were, unfortunately, one of those places where a little heat had to be forfeit for the greater good. While these areas of the ship could be on the chillier side, intelligent ingenuity would find a way to make it work.

And make it work, we did.

Chilled fingers fumbled with the controls of heating blankets before you duck your head and sneak back under the covers.

"Whew, okay, done and done."

You catch the glint of the eerie shine of an eye under the blankets before toasty fingers wrap around your own. Ary was your cabin mate, and the two of you had bonded thick as thieves due to the cold climate onboard. They were a reptilian with cold green blood and a sensitive disposition to climate change. They were one of the agriculturists, working in the hot and humid biosphere on deck five. Quick on their feet and witty in the warm sunshine. Yet, outside of that environment the cold took a toll on her. She became sluggish and tired, never without a cup of something hot, with a special biosuit that helped regulate their temperature.

The two of you huddled closer together underneath the makeshift tent. Flexing your fingers as heat returned and a dull ache settled in the joints.

"Is it just me or are the sleep cycles the coldest?" Ary's voice whispers next to you.

You laugh, "I was thinking the same thing!" You shudder and the two of you huddle closer together. You tap your watch and hold it out, dim orange light filtering into the space.

"We left off on. . ."

"Episode 6," Ary supplied eagerly, learning their head against yours. "It's where Lord Zenra discovers a stowaway on his regency ship, who is in fact Princess Ezie, who went into hiding because her homeworld was under attack and now she attempts to plead with the Lord to help save her home."

You glanced up at Ary's wide eyes, "Did you skip ahead?"

"No!" Slitted pupils flared round, "But I am pretty sure I have rewatched each episode about five times! Hit the play button already, you're killing me!" You cackle, and the two of you relax back, watching the holographic screen flicker with action until sleep comes.

You wake up nose to nose with Ary, giving a small smile, before pulling back the covers. The reptilian hisses and grumbles, pulling the blanket nest tighter around them to keep away the sudden chill.

"Are you going to get up and have breakfast with me?"

You laugh as you see the tip of her snoot peek out of the blankets.

"Do I have to?"

"If you want breakfast!" You check your com, "It'll be over in an hour or so, so we got some time still but. . ."

You could already see the snoot slowly receding back into the blankets.

"Don't need it. Need bed more."

As much as you agreed with that sentiment, someone had to be the voice of reason, "The faster you get out of bed and get breakfast, that faster you can get into the biosphere~"

Ary grumbled again, "Five more minutes, save a tray for me."

Well, that was that. You give yourself a moment to reflect on how good of a friend you are, for coercing your roommate to leave a toasty bed for a nutritious meal of something that looked somewhat edible. “That��s a pat on the back for me,” you mumble before your body decides that this is the perfect moment to do a full out shudder. You shake your head, and pick up the pace to the mess hall. The faster you can grab a cuppa something warm, the sooner you can stop shivering. You grab two plates and build up two different diet routines. One more on the heavily protein side with different kinds of dried meat and some purplish nut that you have lovingly deemed “almost almonds,” the other plate is a more varied kind, with hot rod red leafy greens, and fruit that is so grey and wrinkled, it looks as if it can’t decide if it wants to break out in mold, or if it’s too shriveled to care. It tastes a lot better than it looks. Thank goodness.

You balance the trays to a table, before you scamper back to get two piping hot mugs of something the troop calls “Space Sludge,” some beings onboard think it tastes terrible, as for you yourself, you aren’t sure if your taste buds have adapted enough to pick up what some beings abhor about the drink. It tastes like a very nutty tasting tea, as if someone threw in a whole spoonful and a half of peanut butter into it. A little odd, but it’s warm, and that’s what matters. You heard from Ary that the drink is one of those close to universal beverages. She would know, she’s part of the team working towards life sustainability on the ship. You can’t imagine what that job would be like. Referencing and re-referencing the crew to make sure that one being on board wouldn’t get poisoned by what some folks could eat a truck load of without batting an eye. It sounded terrifying.

Thinking of Ary must have summoned Ary, for you feel hands hug you from behind.

”It’s too cold out here,” She pulls you closer, nose pressed against the back of your neck which makes you start. “Cosmic creepers, your nose is an ice cube!” You wriggle to try and get away. “Stop, stop, I was just warming up!” She giggles and feigns a wide eyed snuffle as you squint at her. You do another one of the blasted full body shudders and you wriggle uncomfortably. “Brrrrrrr! You’re terrible!”

Ary sticks her purple tongue out and slides across the table to sit across from you. “At least I don’t stick my cold feet on your legs in the middle of the night.”

You grin, one shoulder raising and tilt your head, having your own evil giggle. “Ehehehehe, that was so funny though-“

“Funny for you! I woke up thinking something was grabbing my legs!”

”I can’t help it, I was asleep!” You try to explain yourself while you laugh. It was an age old conversation that the two of you ran through. This shared memory was something you would never live down. It was one of the first times the two of you had pushed your bunks together and shared a bed to keep warm. You had fallen asleep and hadn’t realized you had moved. You had been so cold it apparently woke Ary up squealing, and you had woken up in a groggy stupor. It was absolute chaos, and yet, after that you had been inseparable.

You pick at the food on your plate, pressing your lips together tightly to stop from giggling. Ary drinking from their mug. It was times like these when you two were together that the whole place fell away. It was just you and her, existing together, and nothing else seemed to really matter. The cold wasn’t a problem anymore, together the both of you seemed to diminish the effect of things. Struggles became merely challenges, something to puzzle through as a team. You wondered if she knew that, how much her presence brightened up your whole existence.

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[lunar-serpentinite]

AU where the Potters are actually South Asian and their earliest ancestor, Linfred of Stitchcombe, was actually an immigrant from what is now known as Tamil Nadu. He came from a family of potioneers and healers who were known for their relationship with snakes and their ability to understand the language of serpents (known within Europe as Parseltongue) but their variant of Parseltongue was believed to be a blessing from their patron deity Aravan.

The Descendants of Nandhini

The Descendants of Nandhini, more commonly known as the Descendants of Aditya by outsiders, refer to a family of Tamil wix who occupy a heavily warded and hidden territory within part of the Western Ghats in Tamil Nadu, India. They are traditionally healers and agriculturists who work closely with snakes of both Magical and mundane origins. Their affinity and bond with snakes lead them to develop the Magical ability to speak and understand the language of serpents. 

They are named after the first member of the family who mastered the language of serpents, Nandhini. Nandhini was a Tamil witch who lived at the height of the Chola Empire, specifically during the mid-900s. Nandhini was her parents’ third child and only daughter. When Nandhini began to display perfect fluency in the language of serpents, it was viewed as a sign of favour from their patron Aravan and Nandhini was then announced as the family’s next head. However, she was to disguise herself as a man and go by the name Aditya as well as take on a wife for the rest of her life.

From Nandhini, new traditions were developed. One tradition was the secretive way of succession for the title of family head. While the family head remained a male in official records and to anyone who asked. But in reality, a woman held the actual title of family head. The hereditary Magic and Relics of the family was bestowed upon the eldest daughter of the main line, which she would then pass down to her eldest daughter when the daughter came of age. This is one of the family’s best kept secrets and is still kept close and hushed up to this day.

Another tradition was keeping long-living Magical serpents as familiars and protectors of the family and carriers of hereditary knowledge. These serpents were regarded around the same level as the family’s elders and the family often spoke with them for advice or knowledge.

The descendants of Nandhini, like the other Magical families of Tamil Nadu at the time, lived in harmony with their mundane neighbours. Mundanes were aware of and lived with Magic despite being unable to wield it themselves. This carried on until the start of British colonization in India. The Magical families of Tamil Nadu escaped colonization by a breath’s width by using Magic to completely hide themselves from the rest of the world. The descendants of Nandhini in particular worked with their snakes to “camouflage” their biggest family compound within the Western Ghats, with the snakes themselves acting as the living “boundaries” of their territory who also act as natural deterrents for anyone who comes too close.

The Magical families remained isolated from the outside world for the entirety of the British’s colonization of India and even lasted a couple of decades after. However, they have managed to reestablish connection with the other Magical families as the years passed by. During their time of isolation, the caste system was slowly dissolved and forgotten and many Magical Tamil families abandoned their castes and titles in favour of simply calling themselves the descendants of their oldest recorded ancestor. In the present time, Magical Tamil Nadu are large joint family groups scattered geographically but are well-connected by an intricate communication system set up by their ancestors. They are still mostly disconnected from the rest of the Magical World but not as much as it was during the colonial era.

The descendants of Nandhini in the present time mostly use the language of serpents, Tamil, and Sanskrit as their main languages. However, their members also show fluency in Middle Tamil and Classical Sanskrit. The latest generation of the descendants are currently learning present-day English.

BRITISH BRANCH — THE POTTERS

During the 1200s right as the Chola Empire began to decline, a group of the descendants of Nandhini led by someone now known as Linfred of Stitchcombe found their way to the British Isles. Though considered “eccentric” by his British neighbours, Linfred was nonetheless well-liked due to his helpfulness and affable nature. He and his family were known for their excellent healing remedies and strange plants, but they were warned by their ancestral snakes and the local snakes to hide their affinity for snakes and their knowledge of the language of serpents for their own safety. 

This branch eventually adopted the surname of Potter by demand of the British Ministry of Magic, though there wasn’t any significant reason behind the choice of surnames. Though they are Potter on paper, they still proudly refer to themselves as descendants of Nandhini and would often use Nandhini as another surname in addition to Potter. They kept in contact with the main branch throughout the centuries until the main branch seceded during the British colonial period.

Despite their positive reputation in the British Magical community and their position of being essentially Purebloods, the Potters preferred to marry within their South Asian community. The other British Pureblood families attempted to marry into the Potter family for generations especially after the Potters rose to the top of their respective industries, but they remain unsuccessful to this day. It is because of this refusal to marry into the British Pureblood society that the Potters were exempted from the Sacred 28, not that they cared anyways. 

The Potters amassed wealth, prestige, and influence through their revolutionary contributions and breakthroughs for British healing magic and potions. Eventually, they also started to build up a business in Magical pottery and ceramics. The potions they sell are often packaged in custom ceramic bottles made by their own company. Their business partners are exclusively businesses owned and run by South Asians and South Asian immigrants and have recently begun to open their connections to other BIPOC-owned businesses as well. As of the present day, the Potters are one of the leading names in both the potioneering and Magical pottery/ceramics industry.

The Potters usually send their children to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where they would usually be Sorted into either Slytherin or Gryffindor. However since they have reestablished their connection with their main branch in Tamil Nadu, the recent generations have been considering sending their children to their ancestral home for schooling instead.

During the mid-18th century, the Potters began to republicize their affinity and connection with snakes and their usage of the language of serpents as a way of preserving their connection to their family back in their motherland and as a silent protest against the growing negative perception of snakes and serpent-speakers in the United Kingdom. It was noted by Magical linguists that the language of serpents that the Potters knew were far different than what Europe had called “parseltongue”. This variant of “parseltongue” became known as Potters’ parseltongue amongst the European populace, though the family themselves have never used the term themselves.

Despite having lived away from their main branch for centuries, the Potters still maintain almost all of the family traditions. The family is patriarchal on paper but matriarchal in practice. Their family manor in Gloucestershire had an entire green space for the ancestral snakes that they have brought from Tamil Nadu and their other snakes that they have adopted and bred. They continue to revere their patron deity Aravan, whose image decorates sacred spaces within the Potter family estate. 

In the latest generation, the Potter family is closely connected with the other Magical South Asian families within the United Kingdom and the rest of Europe. They also have close ties with the Black family who claims ancestry from ancient Egypt and Persia. The current heads of the Potter family, James and Lily, have both married Regulus Arcturus Black who is the second son of Orion and Walburga Black. James also considers Sirius Orion Black his best friend and the couple have appointed Sirius as the godfather of their eldest child Hariharan "Harry" James Potter.

[curiouscatalog]

A few fancy spines to enjoy!

Henderson, W. A. (William Augustus). Common Sense in the Kitchen : Being a Complete Treatise on the Art of Cooking Every Variety of Food in Common Use in a Palatable and Digestible Manner at a Reasonable Cost : To Which Is Added a Chapter on the Art of Carving and Two Hundred of the Most Valuable and Popular Receipts Known for Domestic Purposes : The Whole Forming a History of Domestic Knowledge and Useful Economy. New York: Hurst & Co., Publishers, 122 Nassau Street, 1870. Print.

TX717 .H5 1870

The Western Farmer’s New and Universal Hand-Book, or, An Improved and Complete Guide to the Treatment of Soils, the Operations of Productive Field Husbandry, Kitchen Gardening, Dairy Practice, Fruit Growing, Management and Diseases of Animals, Fowls and Bees, Culture of Flowers, Ornamental Trees, &c., Construction of Farm Buildings, Grafting, Budding, Pruning, Training, the Great Diseases of Trees and Plants, Insects Injurious to Animals, Fruit-Trees, Grain, &c. : The Whole Embodying a Plain, Practical, and Comprehensive Detail of Agricultural Economy, in All Its Departments, throughout the United States and the Canadas : Illustrated by Upwards of Three Hundred Splendidly Executed Engravings by Practical Agriculturists. Chicago, Illinois: Keen & Lee, 1856.

S499 .W47 1856

[captobiotech]

🍀☘️ 𝗔 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝗚𝘂𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝘆𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 | 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗽𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗖𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿𝘀 🍀☘️

💥𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙖 𝙥𝙤𝙡𝙮𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚?💥

It requires a minimum of 1000 square meters of the area to build a commercially viable polyhouse. The construction site should be higher than the surrounding land. The selected site should be free from contamination. Good road facilities should be provided to transport polyhouse produce to nearby markets. The site should be a well-drained area and not a location with waterlogging problems. Waterlogging can damage crops, especially in areas of heavy rainfall and flooding. The polyhouses should not be built near industrial units. It protects the crops from possible pollution effects. Although they should not be located very close to roads, they should be easily accessible by various modes of transportation.

जरुरी जानकारी > https://captobiotech.com/ सलाहकर से जानकारी > +𝟵𝟭 𝟵𝟴𝟭𝟭𝟰𝟱𝟵𝟰𝟴𝟴

[izvmimi]

cw: season 3 spoilers.

Time passes incessantly, whether you like it or not. Before you know it, a year has passed, and Senku and your friends have returned victorious, the petrification device clutched tightly and triumphantly in Senku’s fist. 

You should not be surprised and you aren’t - Tsukasa told you to believe in him after all, and you believe in Tsukasa wholeheartedly, able to extend the same courtesy to his friend by proxy. As you stand around the freezer that keeps a man you love dearly in stasis, you try to keep yourself from being emotional - the last thing you want, should this miracle truly come to fruition, is for Tsukasa to see you again as tearful as you were the night you parted for the last time.

The fridge opens after all this time, and reveals Tsukasa frozen in time, beautiful and powerful as always in his uninterrupted slumber. For a moment, you think of the one and only night you lay next to him to sleep, too afraid to return to your own chambers and him too polite to turn you away to one of your friends for comfort. You’d awoken after just a few hours, embarrassed and anxious, and he’d stayed a safe, appropriate distance away from you, trusting you enough to rest peacefully. 

Tsukasa fast asleep was a sight you committed to memory, what he looks like in slumber being a secret just the two of you kept…  at least up until now.

Holding your breath, you watch Mirai carefully as she prays emphatically, then slips the petrification device beneath the palm of her brother’s hand. 

“Just work for a moment please… we just need it to shine one last time,” she begs to whatever god is listening.

Please work, you repeat to yourself from the bottom of your heart. 

Mirai looks at you for a moment for guidance, and you freeze, the weight of her gaze a practically insurmountable pressure, but as you step forward to kneel beside her in support, your newfound friends surround you and together, you press the petrification device closer to Tsukasa’s chest. There is a glow of light that engulfs him in stone and you gasp, but just as quickly, Senku pours the revival fluid over his body in a rapid, precise motion.

You watch the man you love, not unlike a fairytale, a Briar Rose of sorts, shed his temporary stone shell, and you are frozen into place as he defrosts into his so very human, healed self. Mirai throws herself onto her brother first, immediately, as they reunite as family, and as you watch, stepping back quickly to give them space with tears streaming down your cheeks, your thankful heart beats frantically. 

What do you do now? You don’t want to be too eager to see him again - what if he had time to think and reassess the situation in his cold sleep? You’ve aged a year, and have done nothing to match the effortless beauty the reporter has besides you, and she’s equally as eager, her love is louder and more obvious than yours, and Ruri pushes her closer to approach him despite her embarrassment. 

You can’t fault her. No one knows the truth about how you feel other than Senku, the agriculturist and the navigator.

And perhaps Tsukasa himself.

You give yourself a few more moments to watch him, and assess the state of your heart. Your feelings are still the same, you think, as Tsukasa pats the top of Mirai’s head and thanks her for being the good sister that she is. He does the same to Minami, and your heart sinks as he indulges her first. 

Of course.

The prince awakes from his slumber and is glad to encounter his princess. Minami has the same adoring look she’s had towards him since the day you’ve met her, soft waves of fair hair to match his brown locks, the figure of a fairy, the gentle tongue of a songstress. You, on the other hand, belong in the back kitchens, in the busiest of pharmacies, the forest and the fields; wild-appearing with a curt tongue and rougher palms, your visage only soft enough to be nurturing and comforting but not awe-inspiring. 

You don’t belong in this scene, only as an onlooker.

Suddenly, it’s too hard to look at him, to welcome him home, even if you’d stayed at his bedside as he promised you he’d be back as soon as possible, even if he asked you not to worry about him. 

He didn’t say he’d be back specifically for you.

You’d laid your head on his chest and listened to his slowing heartbeat, just out of pace with yours, but you don’t have stethoscopes in this universe. You’d let your hand rest in his, but it’s not wrong to offer a patient comfort in their time of need.

You’re not sure where you stand anymore, so you awkwardly shift your weight from foot to foot, ignoring the eyes of your friends who know that you’re in love, boring into your skin. 

The navigator gently presses her hand into your back, and you turn to protest, but suddenly Tsukasa, just reborn, calls your name.

“___.”

You stiffen, your heart practically pounding in your throat. When your head snaps back in your direction, he’s so close he’s practically towering over you, his lips pulled into the brightest smile you’ve ever seen.

You can feel your eyes water involuntarily as the love you try to suppress overwhelms you.

“Tsukasa. I’m so happy you’re-” you croak out, only to be interrupted. It happens faster than you can imagine but Tsukasa takes your face in his hands, and leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Your ears burn, and so do your cheeks and so does the breath in your throat, but you’re kissing him for the very first time, and when he’s pulled back, the tears in his eyes match yours.

And instantly, you know. It’s him, and it’s you, and it’s the both of you, together, even with everyone watching.

He’s saved this love for last.

His thumbs stroke your quickly wetting cheeks as the tears of joy flow freely. You didn’t want to cry, but here you are, and he’s smiling widely, happily just for you.

“I’m sorry I took all this time to tell you, but I love you.”

[jackwolfes]

please please i love author's commentery

oh HAPPILY 🥰 i'll try and do these after each chapter (or at least periodically) because i think they're really fun

author's commentary: sugar (ch1-3)

the entire fic was meant to be a one shot of what is now the first scene of the fic (wylan getting pulled up at security for You Know What)

i wrote it because i was taking a flight for the first time post-lockdown & was mad anxious and thought, "hey what'll make me feel better? putting wylan van eck in Situations"

it has since grown to about 100k words so you know. really succeeded on the "one shot" front

but yeah the fic was going to go "hijinks at security > they flirt on the plane > wylan eventually offers jesper a holiday to which jesper thinks he's being offered a sugaring gig > the misunderstanding comes out when they're on a plane & wylan is like 'no i just liked you' > they fuck on a plane". except then it spiralled into "wait what if they actually do just have a sugaring gig"

i made wylan the heir to a sugar empire because sugar baby and also the sugar silos in CK, except having read CK since jan is obviously not actually an agriculturist, he's just a fuckin landlord, so that isn't ENTIRELY seamless but i still like the connection

there was a whole scene i had to cut in the second chapter of some rich jackass being a dipshit to jesper while he worked first because there was no universe in which jesper is good enough at customer service to manage the situation in a way that wouldn't derail the entire fic

there is half of a bonus ficlet about this line in chapter 3 because it comes back later in the fic, and i will have more to say when it does 👀