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vilhelios · 8 months

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— I THINK I LOVED YOU IN ANOTHER LIFE .

( WHERE I WAS THE SEA, & YOU WERE THE SHORE . ) ; general fluffy romantic headcanons for rafayel / qi yu from love and deepspace <3

CW: not beta read, general rafayel story/lore spoilers, may be slightly ooc, tooth-rotting fluff, very slight angst !!!

— RAFAYEL is a terribly sweet, loyal, and affectionate lover. sometimes, you think he is something like a lovesick puppy—always ready to greet you at the door with a warm hug when you return from a mission, always eagerly awaiting your phone calls and texts. always at your side. when he calls you darling and holds you close, burrows his head into the crook of your neck, you can't help but feel like your being has been warmed by a pleasant summer sunbeam.

despite this, sometimes he feels like he's drifting somewhere far away from you. a receeding ocean tide, sea foam dissolving from your fingertips as you dip your hands in the waves. he's somewhere you don't understand, when he looks into your eyes and searches for an iteration of you in the reflected image of his own eyes—perhaps he is 800 years away, a lifetime and more. and yet, when you gingerly cup his face in your palms, feel him lean into your touch, you know he returns to you.

— RAFAYEL'S art studio is admittedly, a mess. there are days where you'll enter that room spotless and leave with splatters of some new shade of red and his beloved blues all over your clothes and skin. some days, this happens purely on accident—a trip right into a canvas here, a palm pressed onto wet paint there—and on others, rafayel seems to delight in using you as a canvas.

— when RAFAYEL kisses you (in that gentle fashion, where he cups your cheek like if he doesn't you'll slip like seafoam from his hold), those soft lips of his taste of cherries and grapes and strawberries. and perhaps that best encapsulates what loving rafayel is like, this sweetest red, red, red: the way his cheeks and ears flush when you press a kiss to his cheek; the colour of his eyes when the morning's rose-gold sunlight hits the pink in them just right; the bleeding, beating heart he offers to your awaiting hands. eventually, he pulls away to let the both of you breathe, and when he presses his forehead against yours, glances at you with that charming smile of his, you're enveloped in warm crimson all over again.

"there." rafayel smiles, leans back to admire the flamulla he'd painted on your cheek and the pout that graces your lips. "a cute flamulla for the cutie that keeps distracting me."

"you weren't even painting anything when i came in!" you scoff, dabbing the paintbrush he'd given you into the paint upon the palette. while he painted moon jellies, flamulla, and blowfish on your skin, you'd busied yourself with painting seashells on his. some of the clamshells are too close together, the venus combs look a little too spiky, and some conches don't look quite right. when he looks like he's about to chuckle at the sight of them, you poke him with the other end of your brush; "hmph. you're just a meanie."

"how rude!" he feigns, hand to his heart. "this is how you treat me for making you look like one of my most precious paintings?"

— you notice, eventually, that RAFAYEL always gifts you red jewelry (if not pearls, of course). the little treasures glint in the sunlight; rings with a ruby or red spinel centerpiece, a necklace with a red coral pendant, fire opal earrings... they're beautiful and never gaudy, as to be expected from a man with an eye for aesthetics, but it still perplexes you.

you ask him why, while he helps you put on his most recently gifted necklace as you two get ready to attend his aunt's opera show. your painter answers with a thoughtful hum, deft fingers clasping the necklace for you: "red disappears the fastest in the deep sea, so i never got to see it much." rafayel presses a kiss to your cheek, then, before settling his chin on the crook of your neck. "what better way to appreciate a colour i missed out on for so long than seeing it on you, darling?"

— RAFAYEL'S smug and haughty countenance seems to crumble at the mere press of your lips against his skin, little pecks gracing each beauty mark. the first kiss is placed on his cheek, a little ways away from his eye, his head cradled in your palms; you feel how he heats up beneath your touch, a light blush dusting across his cheeks and a bright vermillion burning at the tips of his ears. the second is placed on his chest, your lips and gentle, roaming hands sparking the rapid thrumming of his heart.

— RAFAYEL sees you in everything. in the morning sunlight that filters into his kitchen, in the cherry blossoms that land on his hair, in the sea breeze that rushes past him as he walks along the shore. the mundane of daily life has become filled with so many traces of you that he cannot see them as anything other than beautiful. there's a piece of you in every one of his paintings now, a streak of your favourite colour intertwined with his reds and blues. he made the pigment himself, of course, extracted the colours he needed from your favourite things.

THE LOVERS ; Rafayel (20XX) ; Oil on canvas

This painting consists of only two colours, and depicts the view of a simple shoreline, with waves lapping at the shore. Although simple in essence, the two paints were handmade (as is the norm for pieces by Rafayel) with pigments extracted from materials that represented himself and his beloved. Upon closer inspection, one may notice the difference in brushstrokes between colours—where they start to blend, so do the strokes, perhaps one hand guiding the other. As per the words of the painter himself, this artwork is meant to represent a "marriage and a transfiguration; the way two souls are forever intertwined and changed by love."

a/n : pretty privilege is real because rafayel acts a lot like marius but i like him infinitely more than i do lu jinghe 😭👍 my love/obsession for this pretty little fish has made me rise from the grave of uni work and writer's block... please fill his tag i need to satisfy this itch in my brain that he gives me <\3 might write some more for him + him as abysswalker <3 (p.s. that final hc is perhaps the cutest thing i thought to do)

#love and deepspace headcanons #rafayel x reader #qi yu x reader #rafayel headcanons #qi yu headcanons #love and deepspace x reader #rafayel fluff #love and deepspace fluff

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najia-cooks · 9 months

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[ID: First image is a plate of stuffed grape leaves, zucchini, tomatoes, and lamb chops next to a bowl of yoghurt, seen from the top; second image is a close-up on the grape leaves and stuffed zucchini, seen from the side. End ID]

كوسا محشي مع ورق العنب / Kusa muhashshi m'a waraq al-'anub (Stuffed zucchini with grape leaves)

"كُوسَا" ("kūsā"), meaning "zucchini" or "courgette," is from the Persian "کوسه" ("kūse"), meaning "shark" or "beardless man"; it is so called because of its smooth skin. "مُحَشّي" ("muḥashshi" or "maḥshshi") means "stuffed"; مَعَ ("ma'a") is "with"; "وَرَق" means "leaf" (or "paper"); and "عِنَب" (Levantine pronunciation: "'ineb") is "grape." (Grape leaves are also sometimes called "وَرَق الدوالي," "waraq ad-dūwāli," in Palestine). Thus: stuffed zucchini with grape leaves! Stuffed grape leaves themselves date back to Medieval times, and are popular amongst various regions throughout what was previously the Ottoman Empire; however, each cuisine has slight variations in how they are cooked, and what they are called.

To prepare Palestinian duwali, one stuffs grape leaves with one of two types of filling: a meat one, using rice, ground lamb, and a variety of aromatic spices; or a vegetarian one, including rice, herbs, tomatoes, and peppers. A large pot is then prepared, sometimes lined at the bottom with meat—usually rack of lamb, but sometimes chicken, or whatever else is to hand. The meat is topped with sliced tomatoes; sometimes, with hollowed baby zucchini or eggplant ("بَاذِنْجَان"; Levantine pronunciation: "bātinjān") stuffed with the same filling; and, finally, with the grape leaves. The whole is simmered in an aromatic broth before the finished dish is tipped out of the pot into a large platter. It is usually served with plain yoghurt, which plays beautifully against the mild sweetness of the zucchini, the slightly sour grape leaves, and the savory, tender spiced rice filling.

This dish is usually made in large batches, with the women of the family sitting in a group around the kitchen table rolling tiny grape leaves. It was traditionally made in the spring or summer, when zucchini and grape leaves were in season—but it is now often made as one of the centerpieces of a Christmas meal, with frozen grape leaves that are thawed in hot water.

Christmas (Arabic: عِيد الْمِيلَاد‎, "ʕīd al-mīlād," "feast of the Nativity," or "mīlād," "Nativity" for short) is a Christian festival and feast day commemorating the birth of Jesus Christ. The largest meal of the Christmas season is usually eaten on Christmas Eve, which is celebrated on the 24th of December (in the Gregorian Calendar) by Palestinian Catholics. Large families travel across Palestine to come together for a dinner featuring bread, several vegetable salads, meat dishes (such as stuffed lamb or chicken), grape leaves, topped flatbreads and other savory pastries, and an assortment of cookies. Chocolates are often given to children.

Christmas festivities are observed in Palestine during Advent ("مَجِيء المَسِيح," "madji' al-masīḥ": "the coming of Christ") and Christmastide, and at different times by different sects of Christians. One of the most common destinations for Christian tourists is the ancient city of Bethlehem (بَيْت لَحْم, "bayt laḥm," lit. "house of meat"; related to the Aramaic בֵּית לַחְמָא "house of bread"); pilgrims flock from around the world, and from other locations in Palestine, to attend church services and festivities and to visit holy sites. The Church of the Nativity (كَنِيسَة المَهْد, "kanīsa al-mahd"), so called because it is built on the place where Jesus was believed to have been born, is a particularly popular destination.

Bethlehem also has an ancient history as a home to many of Palestine's grape orchards; after the widespread destruction caused by the Crusades, some of the only vineyards in the area were in Bethlehem. Christians in Bethlehem have tended these grapes since Medieval times; today, farmers and companies in Bethlehem (such as Cremisan) make wine from several ancient varieties.

Despite hosting one of Christianity's most important sacred sites, Bethlehem's population of Christians has been continually shrinking for the past century. Arab Christians comprised an estimated 84% of the population in 1922, but by the end of the British Mandate years (1948) this number had dropped to 75%. By 1998, Christians made up a minority, at 33% of the population, and by 2007 this had dropped again to 28%. This dramatic decrease is a microcosm of the situation in Palestine overall, where the Christian population dropped from an estimated 20% in 1948, to just 2% in 2007, to less than 1% in 2017. Statistics from the Gaza Strip look similar. Bethlehem, however, remained a significant part of Palestine's Christian enclave: nearly half (49.4%) of all the Christians in Palestine in 2017 lived there.

As of 2004, an estimated 56% of all people with Palestinian Christian ancestry were living outside of Palestine. The trend shows no signs of slowing down: a 2020 survey found that a much higher proportion of Christians than Muslims wished to leave Palestine. Respondents cited dire economic circumstances, the dangers of military and settler violence, and religious intolerance, including job discrimination and difficulty having church marriages legally recognized.

Bethlehem is nearly completely surrounded by Israeli settlements, which hem residents in and threaten to cut off connection to other Palestinian territories. Israel has used its military codes, as well as its control of private companies, to annex nearly 2,000 acres of land in Bethlehem's immediate surroundings since 2004. Residents of Bethlehem's villages are subject to violent assaults by West Bank settlers, as well as destruction of property (such as uprootings of crops).

The economy within Bethlehem is also threatened by Israeli occupation. Income that could previously be made through tourism has dropped significantly due to settler violence, and to Israeli control of all borders and crossings into and out of occupied Palestine. In 2013, Israeli travel companies used this latter advantage to provide various services to 1.16 million pilgrims to Bethlehem's Church of the Nativity alone, starving Palestinian companies and tour guides out and leaving many in Bethlehem unemployed. Tourism to various holy sites injects billions of U.S. dollars per year into Israel's economy. Israeli winemakers, who had previously sourced grapes from Palestinian farmers in Bethlehem, have also started cutting Palestinians out, turning to growing grapes themselves on expropriated land.

The Palestinian Authority has stated an intent to try to keep Christians in the West Bank by promoting Christmas festivities. In 2022, a Nativity scene and Christmas tree were publicly displayed in مَيْدَان المَهْد ("maydān al-mahd"; Manger Square) in Bethlehem: the Catholic Church in Bethlehem lights the tree for Advent, beginning four Sundays before Christmas. A Christmas parade, with brightly lit floats carrying Christmas trees, people dressed as angels and Santa Clauses, and Nativity scenes with live actors, took place again for the first time after having been interrupted due to the Coronavirus pandemic, and was broadly attended by Muslims and Christians.

Another parade marched through streets near the Church of the Nativity for Christmas Eve in 2021: musicians beat drums, played bagpipes, and waved Palestinian flags while onlookers ululated and cheered. Bethlehem's Catholics attend a قُدّاس مُنْتَصَف اللَيْل (quddās muntaṣaf al-layl; Midnight Mass) service in St. Catherine's Church, with prayer, carol-singing, and the burning of incense; another service is held in the Church of the Nativity on January 6, where Christmas falls on the Orthodox calendar.

During the first and second اِنْتِفَاضَات‎ ("intifāḍāt"; singular اِنْتِفَاضَة "intifāḍa," "uprising" or "rebellion"), the tree in Bethlehem was no longer lit due to widespread mourning—Masses continued, but not the public festivities. Instead, private celebrations would take place within the home. Some families began buying artificial Christmas trees rather than real ones, since they were easier to tuck away from windows where they would not be seen from the outside. Even after the lights returned, Israeli military border walls, checkpoints, and curfews hampered Christmas celebrations for many: Christians from Gaza need permits from the Israeli military to take pilgrimages to, or visit family in, Bethlehem and other places in the West Bank, and the majority of those requested are not granted. كنيسة المِيلَاد الإِنْجِيلِيّة اللوثرية ("kanīsa al-mīlād al-ʔinjīliyya al-lūthri"; Evangelical Lutheran Christmas Church) referenced the ongoing genocide in their Nativity scene, in which a baby Jesus wrapped in a Palestinian كُوفِيَّة (kūfiyya) lies amidst a pile of rubble.

Mayor Hana Haniyeh expressed that the local economy's "crash" was "nothing" compared to "what's happening to our people and Gaza." In 2021, the Catholic community in the Gaza Strip comprised 133 people, or 0.0056% of the population (out of 1,017 Christians of all denominations; 0.043% of the population). The sole Catholic parish in Gaza, overseen by the كَنِيسَة العَائِلَة المُقَدَّسَة ("kanīsa al-'āʔila al-muqaddasa," Holy Family Church), faced the destruction and partial destruction of several buildings by Israeli airstrike in 2014, and again in 2021.

During the 2023 genocide, parish buildings including the church, monastery, school, orphanage, and مَرْكَز تُومَا الأكُوينِي ("markaz tūmā al-ʔkoni"; Thomas Aquinas Center) have sheltered hundreds of Christians and Muslims. On the 16th of December, 2023, and amidst heavy bombing of the surrounding area, Israeli soldiers, claiming that the parish hid a missile launcher, opened fire on anyone leaving the church, killing two women.

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Equipment

Large, thick-bottomed stockpot or Dutch oven

Vegetable corer (مأورة "maʔwara"), or thin teaspoon measure

Ingredients

For the dish:

About 300g grape leaves

2kg baby zucchini (كوسا صغير)

2 large beefsteak tomatoes

Zucchini should be about 1" in diameter and 5" in length. If you don't have access to baby zucchini, use the smallest you can find. I halved my zucchini lengthwise to get the correct size.

If you happen to have a grape vine, harvest grape leaves early in the spring for this recipe, and freeze them for use throughout the year. Otherwise, you should be able to find jarred grapeleaves in a halal grocery store. You will want the smallest, earliest-harvested (say, March-May) grape leaves that you can find.

For the filling:

600g (3 cups) Egyptian white medium-grain rice

300g (about 1 1/2 cups) ground beef substitute (to replace minced lamb)

1/4 cup good olive oil

5 tsp allspice, or Palestinian 7-spice / mixed spice (بهار مشكل)

1 Tbsp turmeric (optional)

1 1/2 tsp black pepper

1 tsp cinnamon (optional)

Large pinch ground cardamom, from 2-3 green cardamom pods (optional)

Salt, 1/4 tsp, or to taste

Spices used in this dish may be as minimal as salt and black pepper. Allspice or 7-spice are almost always included. Cinnamon and turmeric are the next most common additions; occasionally, cardamom is added. I have gone for a maximalist, aromatic approach here, because the taste of other ingredients (e.g. zucchini) is quite mild.

You will want a medium-grain white rice for this dish—the rice should become extremely tender without being fluffy or sticky. Egyptian medium-grain rice can be found at a halal grocery store from a brand such as Baraka. If you can't locate any, another kind of medium-grain white rice will do.

To cook:

Vegan lamb chops, or other meat substitute of your choosing

Juice of 1 lemon, or 1/4 tsp citric acid (if using jarred grape leaves that don't include citric acid)

1 Tbsp tomato paste

1/4 cup good olive oil

Salt, black pepper, and 7-spice

Vegetarian chicken bouillon cube or stock concentrate

Water to cover

Chicken stock from making another dish is sometimes used in place of water here; or else a chicken boullion or Maggi cube may be added. You could also use a vegetarian beef stock concentrate, or a bit of soy sauce, to mimic the stock that would result from lamb being simmered at the bottom of the pot.

Instructions:

Prep work:

1. Prepare the rice. Place a strainer in a closely-fitting bowl and add the rice into the strainer. Fill the bowl with cool water and rub the rice between your hands to remove excess starch. Lift the strainer out of the water to strain the rice, and pour the starchy water out. Repeat this process 3-4 more times, until the water comes away mostly clear.

(Starchy water from the first 2 or 3 washings can be saved and used to thicken soups and stews. If you're not sure of the cleanliness of your rice—i.e. if it came in a container that was not airtight—only use water from the second washing onwards.)

2. Return rice to bowl and pour cool water to cover. Soak for an hour.

3. Prepare the zucchini. Cut the tips off of both sides of the zucchini, only taking off as much as you need to. (If your zucchini are over 6" / 15 cm or so long, cut them in half widthwise).

4. Starting from the tip (or, if it's the 'bottom' half of the zucchini, the cut end), hollow out each squash with a vegetable corer until a ring of flesh about 1/8" (1/3 cm) wide remains around the edges. If you don't have a vegetable corer, use a small teaspoon: make a small divot in the center of the zucchini and then deepen it, constantly rotating the zucchini as you push the spoon in, to hollow the zucchini.

(Save the zucchini flesh to use in a soup or stew later!)

5. Soak the zucchini. Place zucchini in a large bowl of salted water and let soak while you prepare the grape leaves.

6. Prepare the grape leaves. If using grape leaves from a jar, pull out a group (they will probably be rolled together) and lay them flat on a plate. Go through grape leaves to find leaves of appropriate size; anything too much larger than 4" in diameter should have its outer leaves shortened with a sharp knife; anything larger than 5 or so inches should be halved down the central vein, and then flled "sideways." Lay the grape leaves out in the bottom of a large bowl or tray.

7. Soak the grape leaves. Pour just-boiled water over the grape leaves and let sit 10-15 minutes.

8. Meanwhile, remove zucchini from soaking water and place on a wire rack, hollow-side-down, to drain while you make the filling.

To make the filling:

1. Drain the rice and shake the strainer to remove excess water. Combine all spice ingredients together by kneading well with your hands. I recommend toasting the spice for a minute or two in a small, dry skillet on medium-low hest, until fragrant.

To stuff the vegetables:

1. Stuff the zucchini. Once the zucchini are drained, use your figners to push filling down into the hollowed openins. Don't fill them up all the way, or the rice will come out as it expands; leave about 3/4" (2 cm) between the top of the filling and the edge of the zucchini (about the length of a finger up to the distal knuckle).

2. Remove grape leaves onto a wire rack to drain for 4-5 minutes. They will be easiest to roll if they are still slightly damp.

3. Stuff the grape leaves. Add a very small amount of filling (a bit more than 1/4 tsp and less than 1/2 tsp) in a horizontal line towards the bottom edge of a grape leaf.

The leaves will be rolled much like burritos: fold the bottom edge up once or twice to cover the filling, fold the sides in over that, and then roll away from you, folding the tip of the leaf inward as well if needed to avoid having any spikes sticking ourt.

Roll tightly enough that the leaves will not come undone with jostling, but loosely enough to give the rice some room to expand. I did this by leaving a tiny bit of space on each side of the filling as I folded the edes in. Leaves can be stuffed by laying them flat on the counter, or by holding them in your non-dominant hand.

Keep going until you run out of grape leaves. Keep any extra filling to stuff tomatoes, eggplant, etc.

At some point during this process, taste a bit of a grape leaf and determine if it is sour enough that you will not need lemon juice later in cooking.

To cook:

1. Coat the bottom of a large stockpot with a couple tablespoons olive oil. Slice a large tomato and arrange the slices on the bottom of the pot so that they do not overlap.

2. Add stuffed zucchini, either standing up (filling-side-up) or arranged horizontally in a single layer, depending on the size of your pot.

3. Top with stuffed grape leaves; just pour them in and give the pot a good shake, or arrange them in concentric circles.

4. Mix just-boiled water with spices, stock bouillon or concentrate, tomato paste, olive oil, and lemon juice (if using). Pour water into the pot until it comes up to the bottom of the stuffed grape leaves.

5. Choose a heavy plate that fits inside your pot with an inch or so to spare (to allow steam to escape) and weigh the grape leaves down.

6. Raise heat to return water to a boil. Lower heat to medium-low and keep at a low simmer for an hour, until zucchini is very tender, rice is fully cooked and a bit mushy, and there is almost no water in the pot. Remove from heat and allow to cool slightly.

To serve:

1. Cover the top of the pot with a large, upside-down platter and turn over the whole to empty the contents of the pot into the platter. Lift the pot straight up.

2. Shake the platter slightly to encourage the stuffed vegetables to spread out. Remove any grape leaves that have burst or come unfolded, if you want to. Some blackening of the pieces that had come into direct contact with the bottom of the pot is not a problem.

3. Arrange seared lamb chop pieces among the stuffed vegetables.

Serve warm with lemon slices, yoghurt, pickles, and side salads.

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incorrect-kidge-quotes · 1 month

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Not a parent hc post like I said I would do, but here is a one-shot I couldn't get out of my mind of Keith being a badass husband to Pidge in a traumatic time of need.

Semi-inspired by that one scene of Superman & Lois where Clark confronts Emitt in the diner.

TW: Violence, attempted assault

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"Hey Katie, you home from the lab yet?" Keith called out as he entered the front door. "Sorry I'm a little late, I decided to stop by Olkari before reentering the system, some of the human colonists took these grape looking things and made some wine, thought it might be nice for us to- oh, hey Matt. Sorry, didn't know you were here. Katie around?" He asked, looking around the entryway.

"Yeah, she's in the other room. But she asked me to come in here before you saw her and panicked."

"Panicked? Why would I panic? What happened?!" Keith asked before trying to walk past Matt.

Matt put his hand out to slow his brother-in-law down "She's okay, for the most part. She had a run-in with some people, we think it was an attempted mugging. We've already got authorities looking into it."

Keith's eyes went wide as he pushed past Matt and into the living room where he saw Pidge on the couch, Romelle comforting her as Sam and Colleen sat next to them.

"Keith, I-" Pidge went to stand up before Romelle eased her back down as Keith interrupted her.

"What happened, are you okay?!" Keith's mouth moved faster than his brain, it took a moment before his eyes registered her appearance.

Swollen cheek, the very corner of her mouth had a busted lip, her wrist red and he noticed she was holding her side with her other hand.

"What happened?!" He demanded again.

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"Last call, sis, sure you don't want me and Romelle to give you a ride home?" Matt asked as the two left their lab and Romelle greeted the two.

"Nah, I'm good. Keith's coming back home tonight after a few weeks away from home. Going to go shopping to buy somethings for our 'reunion'." She chuckled

"La-la-la, not listening!" Matt over exaggerated his yelling as he covered his ears.

Romelle chuckled as she took his arm into her own, and they walked back to their vehicle "Well, you two have a lovely evening. We should all get together for dinner after he's settled back in, I'm sure your parents would appreciate it."

"Definitely! See y'all later, and don't forget the blueprints again!" She laughed as her brother got into the car and they sped off.

It didn't take long for her to walk from the Garrison to the town, the once easily shopping strip now fully repaired from the ruins of the war. She bought the two food for dinner, and a went by to get a new lingerie set to treat him.

As she walked out of the store she noticed a few men tailing her. 'Nothing too strange,' she thought, this is the most direct way to the residential district. But still, she always kept them in her peripheral vision, which she thanked herself for.

"Excuse me, missy, you lost? Need some help?" One of the men called out, go which she ignored. "Hey," he said as he ran up and grabbed her wrist a little *too* tight for her liking "I asked you a question, a pretty single girl like you doesn't need to be all alone."

Pidge raised her hand and flipped the man off, showing off her ring, the metal being a blend of luxite gifted by the Blades and solid gold. The gem was a fairly sizeable emerald as the centerpiece, with the sides being embezelled with rubies . "Not single. Don't need help. Thank you, but I'll be leaving now."

The man tightened the grip he had on her wrist, and though she's felt much worse, the pain was still surprising. "No need to be rude. Let us see that ring again."

"What have we got here?" The other man asked as he looked into the bag and pulled out her planned evening attire. "Look, the ring isn't all, she's got something else for us."

Pidge reached into her lab coat behind her back and summoned her newly created bayard, it may not be upto the standard of the original created by Alfor, but it's good enough.

She quickly jabbed it into the side of the man holding her wrist and electrocuted him before slashing at the other assailant and cutting his chest through his shirt.

The men cursed as the first man backhanded her across the face and the other managed to unfortunately get a hit into her gut.

Pidge dropped to the ground as she desperately gasped for air, it's been too long since her days of battle. She internally cursed herself out for being slow, these two should not have gotten the drop on her. She grit her teeth as she looked up at the assailants

"You good?" The first man asked as he kicked the bayard out of her hand.

The second dabbed his hand across his chest to wipe the blood away "Yeah, come one she's more trouble than she's worth."

"No, not yet." The first said as he kicked her in the side, as she curled up in pain he took the ring off her finger and picked the bayard up off the ground. "These shoukd fetch some good money, now we can go."

"Oh... oh shit, dude look at her coat. She's Garrison! What the fuck did you get us into?!" The second said in a panic as he ran off.

"Calm down, we'll be long gone. Come on, let's go that Sal's place before ditching town." He said as he followed after.

Pidge managed to sprawl herself out from the pain and she reached into her pocket for her phone.

"Matt..." she sobbed. "I need you to come get me..."

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"Oh god..." he said as he dropped to the ground and laid his head to her lap, tears edging at the corners of his eyes. "God, Katie I'm so sorry. If I was home sooner, I could have picked you up-"

"No, don't worry about it. It hurt at the beginning, but honestly it looks worse than it is." Pidge told him as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Within seconds, Keith's regret turned into anger as he quickly rose to his feet. "You said they mentioned Sal's?"

"Keith, no-" she begged as she stood up before grabbing her ribs in pain.

Keith looked back at his wife, and he grit his teeth in anger. He began marching out of the room before Matt tried to stop him. "Hey, slow down. I'm pissed to, she's my baby sister, but like I said, we already have authorities looking into it."

"Matt, you can either move. Or I'll make you move." Keith threatened in a deadly even tone.

Matt knew he was serious, and he knew realistically he couldn't stop him if he tried. So he relegated himself to the side.

"Keith! This isn't a time for the leader of Voltron to be a hero again!" Pidge called out.

"The leader of Voltron isn't going." Keith said as he ripped her labcoat of the coat hangar and slammed the door behind him. Everyone inside heard his hoverbike rev up as he sped off.

"Come on, help me follow after him. He's not in his right mind." Pidge said as she slowly walked out.

"I'm not so sure we should, I say let the boy handle it." Sam said.

"Dad, if he goes there, he's going to kill them. He's too emotional when it comes to his loved ones. Now dammit, someone take me after him!"

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It didn't take long for Keith to reach the center of town at the speed he was going, and it took even less after that to reach Sal's. He landed his hoverbike and threw his helmet to the ground.

"Hey, Kogane!" James Gfiffin called out as he, Nadia, Ryan, and Ina approached. "Long time no see, we were just grabbing dinner-" Griffin cut himself ff as he saw Keith's expression. "Everything all good?"

"Nope," Keith said flatly as he marched into the building.

The four all exchanged worried looks as they followed in after him.

Keith looked around the area before he saw two men sitting at the bar, one looking stressed and the other excitedly waving the bayard into the air. Keith took a step before he felt a tug on his wrist.

"Keith-" Pidge started as Matt, Romelle, and the others stood around her.

"That them?" He asked, cutting her off.

Pidge nodded as Keith pulled his hand away and approached. The second man caught him out of the corner of his eye, and his face turned to panic just as Keith threw the balled up labcoat at the first man.

"Hey! Did you do that to my wife?!"

The man turned his seat around to face Keith and smirked. He downed his drink and stood up in front of him. Physically speaking, he was bigger than Keith and at least *looked* stronger.

"Yeah, and the both of you are lucky that's all I did. If it went further, she wouldn’t be wanting you as a husband anymore after me."

Pidge shuddered in her place as Romelle and Nadia comforted her, Matt finally had enough and took a step before James grabbed him by the arm and shook his head.

"Give me back the ring and weapon, and I just may let you live."

The man laughed before throwing a punch. Keith caught it in his hand, surprising the thug. Keith then open-handed slapped him across the face, forcing the man to reel back in surprise and spit the blood out of his mouth. "Stronger than you look..." the thug lunged, and Keith weaved out of the way, landing a few punches into his back and pushing him face-first into the bar he was previously sitting at.

Keith then rushed over, grabbing the man by his hair and slowly forcing his face into the hardwood counter. The man struggled and was unable to lift his head up.

"Y-you're too strong! You ain't human! Come on, man, help me! Get him!" The man begged his friend who was still paralyzed in fear in his seat, and the glare from Keith only made him more committed to stay as perfectly still as possible.

"Katie!" Keith shouted as he yanked the man's head up and slamming it back into the counter.

"Y-yeah?"

"Which hand did he slap you with?" He asked.

"W-wha-"

"Which hand?!"

"His left."

Keith grunted in acknowledgment as he took out one of his Blades-issued knives and slammed it through the man's left hand, pinning it in place.

The man screamed in pain as he kept trying and failing to escape.

"Which foot did he kick you with?"

"His right..."

Keith then took his remaining knife and stabbed it through the man's kneecap, being sure to twist it for good measure.

"Now, I'm going to let you live. But I want you to know one thing."

"Anything man, anything!"

"Not only do I have the entire Galaxy Garrison at my disposal, but I have more resources than you can imagine. If you ever come near my wide again. I'll kill you. If you ever hit another woman again. I'll kill you. If you even think about another despicable crime? I'll kill you. They will never find your body, their will be no record of your miserable existence. Understand?"

The man was crying in pain as he nodded his head. "Yeah, yeah man. Understood. You'll never hear of me again. I won't ever do this shit again! I promise, man, I promise!"

Keith grunted as he twisted the knife in the man's hand to cause even more damage. He then pulled the man up by his hair and punched him in the face, knocking him out and to the ground in one motion.

"You..." he started as he turned to face the second man. "Don't think you're getting off easy either."

The second man raised his hands in a panic as he tried backing away and fell to the ground.

"Keith, that's enough, you proved your point!" Pidge shouted at the top of her lungs.

Her shout finally shook him out of his bloodlust. "Get your friend out of here, I don't ever want to see you two again."

"U-understood!" The man said as he crawled over to his friend and began to drag him away.

"Come on, let's go home..."

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Hours later back at their house, and after everyone else left, Keith sat unmoving on the porch as if he were waiting for someone else to show up and harm his wife.

"You coming in? It's time for bed."

"Go ahead, I'll be up later."

Pidge sighed and shook her head. "Let me rephrase that, come inside and lay down with me in our bed. This is the first night in weeks I get to share a bed with my husband, and I'm not spending it sleeping alone."

Keith looked around one last time before coming inside and locking the doors behind him and carefully testing all windows before going to their bedroom.

As they crawled into bed, Keith wrapped himself around her and pulled her in as close as he could.

"I'm sorry about today..." he whispered.

Pidge moved one of his hands from her waist and kissed it before resting on her cheek. "Like I said, it's not your fault."

"It's- It's not just that... I couldn't control myself when I went after him. I didn't listen to you... I'm so, so sorry, Katie..."

Pidge turned to face him before giving him a kiss. "While I do think you may have took it to far, you did it for me. You did it so those assholes will never do to anyone else what they did to me. I will never hold today against you."

"I don't deserve you, I don't know how I got so lucky to be with you." He smiled softly before kissing her forehead.

"I think I'm the one who should be saying that to you. I love you, Keith Kogane."

"I love you to Katie, more than I'll ever be able to say.

#keith #pidge #kidge #keith x pidge #pidge x keith #peith #vld #team forestfire #emobot #fanfiction #one shot #tw: violence #tw: attempted assault

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dollofdeath · 3 months

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[ENG Translation] Soun Character Story #1: Favorite Food

a nice look at Fruit Connoisseur™ soun and how much he cares about his work 🥺

(translations under cut)

Koki: …This’s no good.

Soun: Koki, I’m leaving. If you’re going to be staying, make sure to lock up.

Koki: …Dammit, it's not like me to waste time being picky. I even stocked up on a bunch of fresh ones.

Soun: All of this fruit… Are you using them as test pieces for the fruit fair?

Koki: That’s right. C’mere, pick the main ingredient. You’re always yapping about fruit, anyways.

Soun: Certainly, it’s hard to pair them when you have so many delicious looking ones lined up.

Soun: Apples, peaches, melons, grapes, oranges…

Soun: Each of these are in season at different times of the year, I’m amazed you were able to get such a fresh assortment.

Soun: Of course, for the fruit fair, they need to taste good -- but color and volume matter as well.

Soun: Yes, that’s right…

Soun: …

Koki: …

Soun: Hm… Picking only one is difficult.

Soun: I’ve got it. Use all of them.

Koki: Huh?

Soun: The centerpiece of this fruit fair will be Wisdom’s Special Fruit Parfait, made with an abundance of fresh fruit.

[Fast forward]

Soun: …Very good.

Soun: None of the fruits overpower the others, their sourness and sweetness well balanced.

Soun: I'm sure this will be a hit with our customers.

Soun: This may even be Wisdom’s finest dessert menu yet. I can’t wait to see how our customers will react.

¹ the original line is クソ、チマチマやるのは性に合わねえ, where means "little by little" or "time consuming." this actually gave me the most trouble to figure out, but i tried my best to make sense of it, i hope it's okay 😭

#kai tries to translate #ride kamens

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neonponders · 1 year

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Part 33 for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse 🥬

Part 30 (main plot)

Part 32 (werewolf!Billy chapter haha)

( pt. 7′s art 🎩 ) ( pt. 9′s art 👀 ) ( pt. 14′s art 💨 ) ( pt. 19′s art 🦇 ) ( pt. 20′s art 🍳) ( pt. 27’s art 🦦 )

~ on ao3 ~

• • •

Billy parked in front of the Harrington house and tested the door. It opened for him and, given the noise of music and water drifting around the house, he knew where everyone would be.

He didn’t expect Chrissy to be here, but she smiled at him as she poured herself a lemonade. “Hey, Billy. Do you want a glass?”

“I’d love a glass,” he crooned, taking a seat at the breakfast bar and peeking outside. He could see Steve popping his head out of the pool, whipping hair and water off his face. Robin and Max sat at the table eating, the centerpiece being the littles’ pool.

Chrissy handed him the lemonade and said, “Mine and Eddie’s are here too.”

“I don’t see the big guy.”

“He’s got a D&D campaign.”

Billy hummed a disinterested sound as he sipped. “Right. I’m surprised his miniature let him go. Mine and Steve’s love board games.”

Chrissy smiled on her way outside. “I’ve got an edge to making the little bat behave.”

Billy slide off his stool to follow her outside. “I’m sure you do.”

The music wasn’t loud enough to cover the littles’ voices, allowing him to smile at little Steve and Chrissy waving up at him from where they stood next to the deli meats and cheeses. The former heralded, “Biwwy! Yourw home! No morwe work?”

“I’m done for the day,” he confirmed, taking a seat and feeling the warmth of little Steve��s hands on his fingers.

“Good, I’m gwad.”

“You know what? Me too, chipmunk. Hey, little Chris.”

Small Chrissy patted his knuckles. “Hi, Biwwy. We have a sharcoochie board, if you want some.”

That pinged off his brain like a pebble on a bell. “A what?”

Robin chuckled. “A charcuterie board. It’s like a disassembled sandwich.”

Billy absorbed that and obliged, “Don’t mind if I do. Thanks, Chris.”

She smiled and went to climb the ladder and join small Eddie at the top of the slide. Meanwhile, little Steve ran over the towel acting as a non-slip surface around the pool and called, “Biwwy? Gwapes?”

Small Billy sat in his donut float, relaxing over the water with sunglasses and not a care in the world. His head sagged to one side as if he just now noticed big Billy’s arrival. “Hey, Biwwy.”

“Share a grape with Steve. Lifeguard’s orders.”

“Why?” he groaned.

“Because you’re sluggish. You need the water and sugar boost.”

“I’m welaxing - ugh! ”

“CANON BAWLL!” Eddie cried as he held onto Chrissy down the slide. They made water splash out of the pool. Max’s chewing paused, annoyance fuming out of her nostrils at the now soggy bread of her sandwich. It wasn’t the worst thing in the world, since the littles swam in tap water, but it wasn’t great.

Big Steve emerged from the pool and cupped his hand underneath Billy’s innertube to lift him out of the water. “Lifeguard’s orders, little man. The temperature’s dropping soon anyways.”

Steve set him down, still lounging in his float, on the towel. Little Steve sat on the donut like a cushion with a half of a grape between them. Little Billy couldn’t complain as the grape did its job in rejuvenating him.

Steve toweled off his hair, raked it back off his face, and sat at the table while Max worked on rebuilding her sandwich. Around a mouthful of salami, Steve asked, “Anyone wanna play a game?”

Chrissy perked up. “I have cards in my bag.”

Little Chrissy seconded, “Poker?”

Billy’s eyebrows flew up. “You know poker?”

Her tiny shoulders shrugged. “It’s what they pway in the movies.”

But Steve offered a finger to help her out of the pool as he said, “Don’t worry. Your other Chris knows how to hustle in poker.”

Eddie lit up, flapping water off his wings as he jogged over the table to her. “Weally? Are you wich from winning?”

Chrissy laughed and shook her head. “No, but the basketball team lost to the cheerleaders in strip poker during an away-tournament.”

The littles didn’t really know what that meant, but Billy, Robin, and even Max guffawed at the news. Then Robin added, “I can’t believe I forgot about that. That poker tournament was better than the games.”

Steve coughed, “Uh, excuse you. It’s not our fault our games lined up with that one rival senior who’s contracted professionally now. We didn’t stand a chance.”

Billy smirked at him. “You might’ve if I’d gotten here sooner. Hell, you almost make me wish I had.”

Max posed a slack-jawed glare at him like she couldn’t believe a word of it, but had the sense not to say anything. Instead she finished eating, and instead of being dealt into the game, asked, “Can I use your shower?”

“Yeah, ‘course,” Steve disregarded, more so focused on little Billy walking over to him. Steve lowered his cards for him to see, and big Billy found small Steve with his eyes. Like he knew, the little guy looked up at him and smiled. Billy crooked a finger at him and fenced him behind his own cards.

Steve sat close enough to have his knee leaning against Billy’s, so the latter heard him ask his smaller self, “Wha’cha thinkin?”

Little Billy held his chin as he thought about it, and then silently tapped a queen of diamonds.

Steve nodded, “Good thinkin’.”

“Biwwy?”

He looked down to little Steve, eyes huge with telltale worry. “What’s up?”

“I don’t know pokerw much, but this hand kinda sucks.”

Big Steve kept his laughter in check, as did Billy while he leaned down to explain his strategy. He couldn’t be sure how much of it sank in, but small Steve could feel his confidence in his voice and his proximity. It made him feel safe and interested, so he hugged Billy’s cheek, “You’wre so smawrt, Biwwy,” and kissed him.

Then he gasped, “It’s not sweepy time!”

Billy chuckled and began to sit up. “You can kiss me anytime, sugar,” and pecked a smooch on top of his head.

He took a hand off his cards so Steve could wander freely, but he gazed up at Billy, galazy-eyed and rosy-cheeked as he waddled -

“Ooph! Sowwy, Chwissy,” he gushed after bumping into her.

“It’s okay, Stevie. Sit with me and Eddie?”

“Sure!”

Billy’s eyes lingered on them for a moment longer, until his littler self shouted, “We’wre gonna kick your ass!”

Billy sputtered but recoverd, “Oh, you think so?”

Steve intervened, “Poker face, honey bee. Poker face.”

“Oh. Right. We’wre totawwy kicking yourw ass but whateverw about it!”

Chrissy started laughing hard enough that she had to look at the sky to dry her mirthful tears. Eddie flew up to her face, doing his best to fan her with a piece of lettuce.

#*army crawls out of my covid cave*#please take this as offering orz #harringrove #wrecked-fuse #neonponders #like magnets #pocket!au #pocketverse #fic rec #chrissy totally wins

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chic-a-gigot · 1 year

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La Mode illustrée, no. 35, 27 août 1882, Paris. Ustensiles de table, modèles de chez Testevuide, Maison de l'Aluminium, boulevard Poissonnière, 21. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Le no. 187 est une pince à sucre en bronze d'aluminium (aluminum bronze sugar tongs), du prix de 6 fr. 50 c.

No. 526. Cuillère à confiture et fruits à l'eau-de-vie (Spoon for jam and fruit brandy): 3 fr.

No. 530. Cuillère à thé (forme russe) (Teaspoon (Russian form)): 2 fr. 25 c.

No. 171. Cuillère à sucre repercée à jours (Sugar spoon pierced with holes): 7 fr. 50 c.

No. 560. Ciseau à raisin (Grape scissors): 10 fr.

No. 214. Cuillère à punch avec manche d'ébène (Punch ladle with ebony handle): 7 fr.

No. 402. Couteau à fruits, avec manche japonais et lame en bronze d'aluminium (Fruit knife, with Japanese handle and aluminum bronze blade): 3 fr. 75 c.

No. 159. Même couteau entièrement en bronze d'aluminium (Fruit knife entirely in aluminum bronze): 3 fr. 75 c.

No. 158. Couvert à dessert en même métal (Dessert cutlery in in aluminum bronze): 5 fr.

No. 186. Pelle à tartre repercée à jours (Spatula pierced with holes): 15 fr. 55 c.

No. 173. Cuillère à verre d'eau (Glass of water spoon): 3 fr. 75 c.

No. 525. Cuillère à fraises (Strawberry spoon): 12 fr.

No. 399. Couteau à fromage avec manche d'ivoire (Cheese knife with ivory handle): 10 fr.

No. 170. Cuillère à compote (Compote spoon): 7 fr.

No. 192. Casse-noix simple ou double (Single or double nutcracker): 9 fr.

No. 185. Pelle à glace (Ice shovel): 10 fr.

No. 164. Cuillère à café grand modèle uni (Coffee spoon, large plain model): 1 fr. 50 c.

No. 676. Cuillère, à glace (Ice cream spoon): 1 fr. 75.

No. 520. Cuillère à café de forme russe (Coffee spoon, Russian form): 2 fr.

No. 720. Compotier guilloché à perle et cristal gravé (Guilloche dish with pearl and engraved crystal): 30 fr.

No. 545. Passe-thé repercé à jours (Perforated tea strainer): 3 fr.

No. 424. Surtout de table argenté avec cornet en cristal taillé (Silver table centerpiece with cut crystal cornet): 75 fr.

Nos. 410 à 413. Service à bonbons (Candy service): 15 fr.

No. 675. Sucrier de table, à pied rond avec cuillère repercée (Table sugar bowl, round foot with pierced spoon): 37 fr. 75 c.

No. 561. Pince à sucre en forme d'oiseau (très-commodé) (Bird-shaped sugar tongs (very convenient)): 7 à 9 fr.

No. 735. Cafetière Louis XVI guillochée avec deux écussons (Louis XVI guilloché coffee pot with two escutcheons): 55 à 60 fr.

No. 478. Tasse à café avec soucoupe (Coffee cup with saucer): 20 fr.

Corbeille pour milieu de table (Basket for middle of table): 200 fr.

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Le luxe et l'élégance dans le service de la table ont marché d'un pas égal avec le luxe de la toilette et de l'habillement. Il serait choquant, en effet, de voir des maîtresses de maison vêtues de beaux atours, assises devant une table dressée avec incurie ou négligence. Quand on ne peut posséder des services en argent très-complet, on y supplée en employant des métaux moins coûteux. Ce que l'on recherche avant tout, c'est l'aspect soigné de la table, c'est aussi l'emploi d'objets spéciaux pour chaque usage: servir du thé ou du café dans une théière ou dans une cafetière de porcelaine est une hérésie en matière de confort élégant. On a porté cette recherche dans tous les détails. Pour les fruits à l'eau-de-vie et pour les confitures, on a fabriqué des petites louches microscopiques, cuillères rondes pareilles à celles que l'on emploie pour servir le potage. On a des cuillères à compotes, des pelles à tartes, des cuillères à sucre, à punch, à verre d'eau, etc., et beaucoup d'etc., ainsi que nos abonnées pourront s'en convaincre en examinant la collection d'ustensiles de table que nous plaçons sous leurs yeux. Les numéros du catalogue de la Maison de l'Aluminium accompagnent chaque objet, ce qui abrège les recherches et résout les doutes quant aux prix.

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Luxury and elegance in the service of the table have gone hand in hand with the luxury of toilet and clothing. It would indeed be shocking to see hostesses dressed in finery, seated before a table set carelessly or negligently. When one cannot possess very complete silver services, one makes up for it by employing less costly metals. What we are looking for above all is the neat appearance of the table, it is also the use of special objects for each use: serving tea or coffee in a teapot or in a porcelain coffee maker is heresy when it comes to stylish comfort. We carried out this research in all the details. For fruits in eau-de-vie and for jams, small microscopic ladles were made, round spoons similar to those used to serve soup. We have compote spoons, pie scoops, sugar spoons, punch spoons, glass of water spoons, etc., and a lot of etc., as our subscribers will be able to convince themselves of by examining the collection of utensils that we place before their eyes. The catalog numbers of the Maison de l'Aluminium accompany each object, which shortens searches and resolves doubts about prices.

#La Mode illustrée #19th century #1880s #1882 #on this day #August 27 #periodical #fashion #cutlery

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beardedmrbean · 1 year

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How about a friendly game of cheese?

Hello today we will make an edible Chess with CHEESE.

Yeah, you read well.

This chess will be decorative and the final dessert for our parties. and believe me when I say it, the taste of our guests.

But stop there. This Chess will not only serve us as a dessert or snack for any type of party or important meeting. of course not, it goes further. Not only will you have style in your centerpiece, you will also be able to play a real game of chess.

so let's get started.

Hello There. today we are going to make a Cheese Chess

For our Chess we will need a lot of Cheese. in addition to other companions that will delight our guests. Here are the main ingredients:

4 X 400 grams Cheese blocks

5 X 300 grams of Guava Paste bar (also known as Bocadillo)

500 grams of mixed grapes (in this case I chose green and purple Chilean grapes)

500 grams of sliced ham

And the materials:

Knife

Cutting board

Toothpick box

Gold metallic paper, or whatever you prefer

A thick sheet of polystyrene (at least 2 centimeters in gauge)

Wooden tray (I'll use a square one, but you can use whatever you have)

Glue gun

#anonymous #how to make chess even whiter #add cheese to it

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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as you wish

Nanami Kento x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: none

When you tell Kento you want to host a party—cornering him in the hallway between the bedroom and bathroom, mouth stubbornly set, nose almost touching his shirt—he barely bats an eyelash before nodding slightly, gentle thumb catching the edge of your jaw, tone carefully enamored, “As you wish.”

A quiet huff vibrates along the invisible thread linking your body to his, skeptical eyebrow quirked, “As I wish?”

Nodding again, he presses the entirety of his palm to your cheek, breath held as you stand frozen, “When you accepted my invitation to live with me, this space became yours as much as it was already mine.”

Swallowing an undignified squeak, you spin abruptly, toes scrunched in your fluffy socks.

“Well okay then!” pouting faintly.

“Well okay then,” he murmurs, adoring smile following your twirl and exit as you stalk toward the kitchen.

—

A tidy stack of plates, rows of glasses, and a tray of shining silverware lay on one end of the dining table; a variety of liquors, bitters, and an assortment of fresh fruits—cutting board, recently sharpened knife, and filled ice bucket included—displayed on the other end. The entryway’s rug rests flat and freshly vacuumed, crystal fishbowl brimming with caramel and strawberry candies sitting atop the nearly empty three tiered shoe rack. Throw blankets and embroidered pillows decorate the living room’s couches, crackle glazed coasters, flickering candles, and an impressive charcuterie board making up the coffee table’s centerpiece.

“What if nobody comes?” you slump, wooden countertop warm on your bare forearms, languid heat from the oven seeping through to your thighs and shins.

“Trust me,” a low voice interrupts your panic, hands delicate on your hips, “Everybody will come,” gripping tenderly, guiding your flushed skin away from the oven, “After all,” click as the oven light turns on, familiar figure squatting to peer through the soot smudged window, “I baked bread for the occasion,” teasing fingertips brushing behind your knee, fond chuckle caressing the base of your spine as you stumble, “Not to mention, nobody would forego the opportunity to observe Nanami Kento in his natural habitat.”

—

Affection clings from his chest to your back, his sturdiness cradling your cheerfully drunken frame as you hiccup, legs dangling off his lap, bright eyes illuminating his soul.

“Is everyone having fun?” you mumble, head tilt accompanied by the dopiest of grins.

Gazing upward, he meets the amused stare of Gojo Satoru—who promptly gives him a thumbs up, a plump grape covering aforementioned thumb—and sighs, pulse quickening as you sink into the fleeting sound, tugging his arms tighter around your waist, your own sigh entwining with his.

“Absolutely,” he exhales slowly, “We might have to refill the grapes soon.”

“Don’t leave me,” you whine, eyes dimming, raising his wrist to your lips.

“Kiss me,” he rasps, composure melted under the forwardness of your movement, the knot in his stomach Ignite my soul.

“But the grapes?” you gasp.

“Whatever,” he scowls, strong forearm keeping you in place.

You giggle Don’t leave you? love soft and moist as you fulfill his wish How could I? resigned to his fate as your couch cushion for the remainder of the evening I could never.

—

“Can you even feel your feet anymore?” Satoru snorts, gesturing vaguely at your sleeping form sprawled across Kento.

“No.”

“There are no more grapes.”

“Hm.”

“Great party, delicious bread,” Satoru winks.

“Okay.”

“Seriously though, the grapes are gone.”

“I love you,” he whispers.

“What was that, Nanamin?”

I love you.

“Nanamiiin.”

I love you.

“Fine! I don’t like grapes anyway!”

I love you.

#kento nanami #nanami kento #kento x reader #nanami x reader #drabble #jujutsu kaisen

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sonicman66 · 8 months

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Punchline

This one's not even a crossover, just an idea for a Batman story. \

Start off following the Joker breaking out of Arkham. Its a usual breakout, some props are used, there's a few dead or gassed guards lying around, he makes it into the city and he's plotting out his new heist/joke/evil deed. In the dead of night he sees oncoming lights and dives out into the street to commandeer the car.

And the car slams right into him.

In the car is a completely normal person, not anybody big or with a complicated backstory or anything at all, just Joe Schmoe realizing exactly what just happened. They look terrified and also surprised. They just hit the Joker. There's a beat, and then they put the car in reverse.

Cut to an emergency services dispatcher getting a call, has this weird tone of voice, but they've heard a lot and honestly nothing surprises them (until now). Convo goes something like this.

"911 what would you like to report?" "Yeah, I uh, I hit a guy. With my car." "Alright, i'll send an ambulance over with the police-" "Oh, ambulance won't be needed. I'm fine and he's- well. He's not getting back up anytime soon." Wince from operator "What is the location of the accident? Are you certain he's dead-" "Oh yeah, I made sure. He was getting back up after the first one and twitchin after the second, but the third one popped his head like a grape." "Are you claiming that you murdered this man?" "I guess so? The first hit was an accident, and kinda not my fault, i mean the guy actually jumped in front of my car shoutin some nonsense, but everything after that was to make sure he stayed down." "The police are on their way, please remain where you are and cooperate when they arrive, things will be much easier if you let them do their jobs-" "Don't worry, i'm coming in quietly. Don't think I'll be safe on the streets once the Bat learns I killed the Joker." "YOU WHAT?!"

Cut to the officers arriving on the scene, standing with the driver, staring at the Joker's corpse. They have mixed reactions. Some of them are acting like a party just started, and are celebrating, some are concerned for the driver, one of them offers to let the driver go and claim that they 'ran off' and ensure any searches for them get backlogged bc come on man-

But the driver is adamant. They want to be taken in, because if the cops don't bring them in, then Batman will, and they like their kneecaps to remain intact, thank you very much.

Cut to them in an interrogation room. They're getting the Nice Cops treatment from everyone that isn't outright cheering for them. Whoever's questioning them is being polite but also by the book, getting the whole incident down. The driver's explanation of their mental reasoning for backing up and hitting the Joker again is something like this.

"I'm not gonna pretend that I had some grand epiphany but when I saw him getting back up, I realized that at this point the best case scenario is that the Joker carjacks me and kills me quickly. The worst case scenario, he carjacks me and makes me the centerpiece of his next big thing, all because I pissed him off. If I drive off, there's no way he won't go out and try and find me and then i'm guaranteed the worst case. So I figure, 'what the hell, in for a penny' and decide to finish what I started."

When Batman inevitably hears and does a threatening interrogation/conversation, the driver isn't unfazed, but they're upfront about it. They don't deny Bats' whole 'You're a killer' thing, avoids the moral discussion. Instead, they just go "Yeah, I killed somebody, but I plan to serve my time. I don't think i'm some hero or badass because I killed the clown. All I know is that now nobody will have to wake up afraid that they'll be Joker Gassed on the subway, or turned into playing cards, or some other fucked up joke by a guy who'll get put in a paper prison after he's caught. I didn't do 'the right thing', but I did something necessary."

Pleads guilty in a trial if they don't go for first-degree murder, and quietly serves their time. Avoids joining any gangs or companies in jail, because "No sir mr. cobblepot, I'm not interested in joining your 'enterprise', whether it be legal or otherwise, I really just want to go back to a normal life, I appreciate the offer, honest-" and appreciates the various gift baskets they get (Harley sent a cake with a razor sticking out of it, Ivy sent a plant that was quietly returned, and they got one from Red Hood that had a note on it offering to break em out for free (rejected)).

#batman #dc comics #story ideas #i really enjoy the concept of #some schmuck kills the joker without making a big deal of it #so its not some dramatic offing or a move by a rival villain #just another incident

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Carolina's Journal Log 4:

Our day started bright and early with reports of a sudden, severe blizzard in the Everwind Fields. It was almost identical to the one in Moorland a few days ago. The snow was, of course, deeper here, though Rosedawn expertly plowed through the cold, white, layers. Seeing as the blizzard was situated relatively close to Marley's farm and to the Baroness' Racetrack, it was worth checking to make sure nobody was trapped. Thankfully, Silverglade Village hadn't been hit in the storm, and, from what I could see, neither had Silverglade Manor. I'd have to check on the Manor later.

Despite the trouble this blizzard was causing, there was no denying that it looked magnificent. My prediction was right since we ran into Idun Goldspur and Landon. We helped Idun find her twins, Alexander and Hannibal, who'd been playing hide and seek in the snow when the blizzard hit. From there, we tracked down Landon's sheep. We figured we might as well take advantage of the snow. Rosedawn seemed to want to give herself a brain freeze, dunking her head into the snow a la ostrich.

We headed up to Silverglade Manor, which thankfully hadn't been hit by the blizzard. The constant snowfall's been keeping the snow fluffy and nice. All of the birch trees dotted around the landscape match perfectly with the snowy ground.

The vineyard is just as snow-covered as everything else, which, in hindsight, was to be expected. The grapes are surprisingly resilient for an island that hasn't seen any real snow for nearly 6 years. I briefly spoke with the Baroness as we walked past. Here's hoping she hasn't locked another girl in a castle. I don't think that's going to be an easy PR scandal to deal with.

Rosedawn and I made our way down to Silverglade Village. We headed past the castle, which doesn't currently appear to be inhabited by an imprisoned teenager. The roads in the village have been paved and smoothed, making the trek easier. Big Bonny is working on some of her inventions outside. Fresh air can be pretty helpful when trying to fix something.

We walked through the village, stopping to view the decorations in the main square. There was a massive, expertly decorated tree acting as a centerpiece. The fountain was mostly the same, though there were garlands and straw goats peppered around the square. Figuring it would be nice to have some fun in an even snowier place, we requested that the Capran there take us to the Winter Village, to which they obliged. I'm starting to hate this as much as Rosedawn.

Once in the Winter Village, we passed by some large ice crystals. I wonder how they formed in such an elaborate way. Nevertheless, we encountered a friendly deer, who even allowed me to carefully pet him! Gosh, deer are absolutely precious.

We stopped to listen to stories around a warm fire. James told us a story about a straw goat, which was pretty touching. Before returning to our exploration, we stopped so that Rosedawn could get some water and a snack. After the both of us had rested up, we kept exploring. Our next wildlife encounter was discovering an arctic fox den! Some of the young cubs were playing with each other while some adults supervised.

Leaving the Winter Village, we began heading for Valedale Village. The Silversong River is still frozen over, and Rosedawn and I half considered sliding down toward the ocean or to the other side of the riverbank, though, we decided to just take the path today. Maybe tomorrow.

We passed the frozen water mill, its roof covered in snow. Once arriving at the village, we paused to briefly chat with Claire before continuing on our way. We took a leap over a fallen log, landing in the snow gracefully before galloping on. Maybe Rosedawn would be good in cross-country?

We crossed the bridge over to one of the druid cabins where we'd stay the night. Our plan was either to head up to the Valley of the Hidden Dinosaur or to Firgrove, and by extension, Mistfall tomorrow. For now, Rosedawn is staying in one of the Druid stables for the night while I stay in one of the rooms. I'd head back to Redwood Point, but it would be fruitless to go all the way to the Wildwoods when I might be headed to Mistfall tomorrow.

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