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world-of-wales · 3 months ago

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─ •✧ WILLIAM'S YEAR IN REVIEW : 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 ✧• ─

𝟐 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He held a Meeting with charity representatives at Windsor Castle.

𝟑 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : The Duke of Rothesay and attended the Order of the Thistle Installation Service at St. Giles' Cathedral in Edinburgh. Afterwards, he attended the Lunch Party at the Palace of Holyroodhouse for the Knights and Ladies of the Most Ancient and Most Noble Order of the Thistle.

𝟒 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William was spotted at Windsor Castle on his electric scooter. He held a Meeting. Will & Cat made a private donation for Hurricane Beryl relief efforts.

𝟓 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He held a Meeting at Windsor Castle with the Royal Foundation of The Prince and Princess of Wales and charities they support.

𝟔 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He was received by His Majesty's Consul-General for Düsseldorf (Mr. Nicholas Russell) at Düsseldorf Airport as he attended the UEFA Euro 2024 Quarter Final Game between England and Switzerland. Afterwards, he met English Men's Football Team. Subsequently, he released a personal tweet congratulating the team.

𝟕 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : Kensington Palace released a photograph featuring The Prince of Wales announcing a new docuseries - 'Prince William: We Can End Homelessness.

𝟗 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He visited Royal Air Force Valley in Holyhead.

𝟏𝟎 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William released a personal tweet congratulating the Three Lions' qualification to the UEFA Euros Final.

𝟏𝟏 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He attended a special showcase marking the First Anniversary of "Homewards" programme and was received by His Majesty's Lord-Lieutenant of Greater London (Sir Kenneth Olisa). He made a donation to Hideaway Youth Project of computers & funds for a podcast room.

𝟏𝟐 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William participated in the Royal Charity Polo Cup at the Guards Polo Club.

𝟏𝟑 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He released a personal statement wishing luck to the Three Lions ahead of the Euros Final. William and Catherine released a personal tweet marking The Princess Royal's return to engagements following her accident.

𝟏𝟒 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William and George were received by Deputy Head of British Mission in Berlin (Mr. Kieran Drake) at the Berlin Brandenburg Airport as they attended the UEFA Euro 2024 Final between England and Spain at the Olympiastadion. Subsequently, a photograph with King Felipe VI & Infanta Sofia of Spain was released. He released a personal tweet following the loss.

𝟏𝟓 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : He held a Meeting with Metropolitan and City Police Orphans Fund at Windsor Castle. A personal tweet by Will & Cat was released following the Euros 2024 loss for England.

𝟏𝟔 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William released a statement upon the departure of Gareth Southgate as the England Men's Team Manager.

𝟏𝟕 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William & Catherine marked Queen Camilla's Birthday.

𝟐𝟒 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William became took on four new patronages :

⋆ Welsh Guards Charity

⋆ Royal Cornwall Agricultural Association

⋆ Football Association

⋆ Fields of Trust

He also became the President of Victoria Cross Association & George Cross Association.

The Duchy of Cornwall 2024 Integrated Annual Report was released.

𝟐𝟗 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : A statement congratulating Team GB's Equestrian Eventing Team & Tom Pidock on bagging the Olympics' first gold medals was released. William and Catherine released a personal statement offering condolences for the Southport Attack.

𝟑𝟏 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 : William released a statement to mark World Ranger Day.

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jojosbingsu · 1 month ago

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😆my last ask was mostly me yapping about parts of jo i find really charming, but what do you like about him? what do you think would change about him/traits he would pick up from dating his gf? this is a weird ask but i'm curious, if all of &team were girls besides him, what kind of personality do you think would match him the most for a potential gf? 😂 i think jo is adaptable? or has an open type, and because of that i think harua and k and taki personality types would have the best chemistry with his

Okay hello! I am finally back. I'm so sorry I took literal months to answer this. I was dealing with hurricane aftermath and busy work life. </3 However, I am finally back and ready to get some stuff cranked out.

What do I like about Jo?

Personally, I love Jo's gentle yet explorative personality. Despite being quiet, reserved and shy, Jo is still actually kind of explorative in terms of hobbies, wardrobe, and now even photos! He isn't afraid to explore new things, even if it means being pushed a bit outside of his comfort zone. He's quickly becoming more confident in himself and I am absolutely loving this for him. Even though it's hard to explore one's personality and get to know oneself as an individual when you work in the entertainment industry, Jo has been blooming wonderfully.

Exploring new angles for photos, trying new foods, listening to new music, exploring different vocal sounds, choreographing group dances alongside Kei, opening himself up to art classes.. Jo is finding his place in both &TEAM and in the world just in general. He is opening his mind to new things and he's embracing change with open arms opposed to hiding behind the same personality out of fear of rejection.

He is a very generous, kind, caring soul and it's hard not to love him. I love that he took up oil painting because he was inspired Fuma's generous Christmas gift the year before last. I love his admiration of cats. I love those silly faces he makes when he's confused about something or those cute angry faces he makes when he's tried a food he really likes. I love when Taki tries to smooch him and you see him making the "wtf, again?!" face. I love how he sings with confidence despite his shyness. I love how he's contributing to the growing list of choreographers in our lovely group. I love how he's starting to cook with Maki more and how he's taking initiative to learn more Chinese because of his admiration for Nicholas and his culture. I love that he's taking on side projects (such as modeling) to show us a unique side of himself that we may have never seen before. I love how he always sends us photos of the moon with cute little captions just because the moon is meant to represent Lune. -- I could genuinely go on for 150 hours about why I love Jo and how special he is to me.

There are so many aspects of his personality that just. draw you in and refuse to let you go. He is an incredible talented, handsome, unique guy who continues to shine in new ways everyday. He's growing up in front of us and I'm incredibly proud of him. He's humble, too. Incredibly grateful for the members of &TEAM and for Lune who give him inspiration and strength to keep going.

(also his beauty marks. i love all of the moles he has on his cute lil face, I just didn't want to talk about his appearance too much.)

What traits would Jo pick up from his girlfriend?

I feel like Jo is someone who probably mirrors his lover's personality. He probably finds comfort in his girlfriend's actions and finds himself doing things she would when she's not with him.

Eating habits. I feel like Jo would probably mirror his girlfriend's eating habits in the sense of speed of eating and probably times of having his meals. If his girlfriend eats slow, he would probably slow down to match her pace so she didn't feel like she needed to rush or just so they could enjoy their meal together. If she eats fast, he would probably increase his speed of eating too so they could move on to more interesting things together like watching movies, cuddling, going out to do things, etc.! As far as time of eating -- He would probably find routine while with his girlfriend and become accustomed to eating at a certain time, so even when they're not together, he would probably stick to this routine.

(lowkey this would also include Jo learning how to cook the foods she loves most because he knows it makes her happy, therefore also making him happy. he would probably eat her comfort foods when he's feeling lonely or just misses her, too.)

Hobbies. Jo's personality screams that quality time is one of his major love languages, so naturally, he would want to engage with his girlfriend's hobbies as a way of bonding with her. Journaling, biking, hiking, knitting, watching movies, reading books -- whatever the case may be, Jo would want to be included in her hobbies and would probably pick a couple up for himself. He'd probably find himself making keychains just because he found comfort in the bonding experience with her or maybe he'd just pick a random day to go shopping to spoil himself because it's something they'd done together in the past. Maybe he'd find himself falling hard into a fandom she's in or maybe even just adopting hobbies of collecting cute things that remind him of her because she does the same for him.

Facial expressions when speaking. Jo already mirrors expressions when he's listening to the Teamies talk to him. He often repeats things back to the Teamies as well using their same tones. This would be no different with his girlfriend. He would match her tone and expression when he's talking to her, seeming to take on her own mannerisms when he's telling a story he finds particularly exciting or irritating. Using more expressive words, talking with his hands, the inflection of the story, maybe adopting words she uses often into his own vocabulary.. He would probably just find himself mirroring the way his girlfriend expresses herself because these expressions are what he's used to and what he's comfortable with.

girl!&TEAM and Jo...

Ohhh this one's kind of a hard one to answer! If &TEAM were girls, who would compliment his personality best? If I'm honest, I'd say Fuma might suit him the most? I feel like probably Yuma in some aspects too... Let me explain a little bit?

Fuma

Inspires him to try new things hobby wise. A real canon event: Fuma bought Jo colored pencils because he only draws in black and white and Fuma wanted him to explore new things. Jo is now coloring his drawings and even took up oil painting because of this incident. girl!Fuma would have the same personality, so that's already a given.

Encourages him to be more talkative and gives him a safe space to use his voice for personal expression. Active listener, engages him fully, enjoys holding a conversation, asks engaging questions.

Makes him feel seen and valued. Never shies away from showing love for Jo and all of his personality quirks. Never forces him to do things he's not comfortable with but praises him when he does something new outside of his normal behaviors. Always reminds him of why he's loved + how much he's loved.

A real partner. Fuma would be someone who worked with Jo through everyday struggles, relationship issues, or bigger more intimate issues. Financial issues, helping Jo through an emotional time, working together to figure out why they'd had a fight over something small -- any issue that arises is one Jo would never have to face alone with Fuma. He would have a real life partner, not someone who just stands there and watches him drown.

Yuma

Silly personality to pull him out of his shell a bit more. Encourages him to explore the fun side of himself through goofy dancing, making silly faces, getting into small bickers over nonsensical things, etc. etc. Makes him laugh a lot.

Kind of clingy. Yuma's clinginess would provide a sense of belonging for Jo, triggering a kind of confidence within him that makes him gravitate to Yuma's side 24/7. He would feel needed, wanted and appreciated with Yuma's constant yearning for cuddles, hugs, or handholding.

Adventurous and sometimes spontaneous. Jo would find himself ensnared in all kinds of nonsense with girlfriend!Yuma. From randomly bungee jumping off of a bridge or ice skating across a frozen lake, Jo would find himself doing things he wouldn't voluntarily do on his own because his (crazy) lovely girlfriend!Yuma wanted to do something fun on a random Tuesday afternoon.

Confrontational. Jo would never have to worry about anything. Yuma would be his number one supporter and wouldn't even give him the option to stand up for himself. Nope. Yuma is already all over the issue trying to figure out what's going on and how to fix it so Jo isn't worried about it anymore. Pickles when he said none? Yuma's going up and asking why there are pickles in Jo's food. Someone said something sideways? Aht. Yuma's like a drill sergeant trying to figure out who this person is and what gave them to right to speak to/about Jo like this.

I can definitely see how Harua would compliment his personality, too, though. I chose Fuma and Yuma because they're more outgoing and would encourage Jo to explore new outlets for creativity or encourage him to join in on more social events.

Haura, however, is also a very soft, quiet person who would probably match up with Jo's energy 100% of the time. Cozy, quiet days at home with hot cups of tea or sitting outside in the garden together just listening to the birds chirp their hearts away - Harua and Jo would live a simple, quiet life together.

Someone else who would be a unique match would be Euijoo, though. Euijoo is like a perfect mix of introvert and extravert. He's a kind, gentle, caring guy who doesn't actually mind going out of his way for things. Even if he's scared or uncomfortable, he finds it in himself to push forward. This would be a great personality trait match for Jo. They would encourage each other and feed into one another's ability to overcome the obstacle they're afraid of. They would tackle it head-on together.

Like I said - this question is SO HARD to answer because all of the &TEAM members have traits that just suit Jo's personality so well. Picking one girlfriend from girl!&TEAM for Jo would be an impossible feat. Just. SCREAMS.

You didn't ask, but here are a couple of Jo moments that I recently saved and loved because I think you should see them.

Jo and the jellybean challenge ft. Taki & Yuma trying to sniff him out: https://x.com/asakurajoface/status/1897573654302761109

Jo trying (and struggling) to get seated on the boat: https://x.com/ruaajo/status/1897565045082509795

Being absolutely adorable while getting absolutely POPPED by hot grease in a pan while he cooks: https://x.com/vmnvore/status/1896749026445595021

Falling into a fit of giggles and getting shy / embarrassed when Maki straight up did NOT hear him talking: https://x.com/nichoveil/status/1896711301591863767

Being Kei's baby brother: https://x.com/zxiangbab/status/1896212519972385247

Eating rice: https://x.com/kevinlovlies/status/1896031163732672759

#&team fluff #andteam jo #&team jo #jo asakura #jojosbingsu thoughts #ask jojosbingsu

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lovinglonerhybrid · 4 months ago

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I hope y’all are having a happy holidays! Have a little Christmas fic I wrote at work!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ship

Not a creature was stirring, not even ratchet;

The stockings were hung up in quarters with glee,

In hopes that St. Nicholas would leave us something;

The crew were nestled all snug in their beds;

While visions of energon danced in their heads;

And mags on the bridge, and I on my berth,

Had just finished a shift and was all out of sorts,

When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my berth to see what was the matter.

Away to the doorway I flew like a flash,

Tore open the door and gave a small gasp.

The lights in the hallway were all turned down low,

And the decor was starting to look just like snow,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a human sized sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,

With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in that moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

To the end of the hallway! look out for that wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So down to the bar the coursers they flew

With the sleigh full of goodies, and St. Nicholas too—

And then, in a twinkling, I heard echo down

The prancing pawing and a jingling sound.

As I slipped through the hallway and looked in the door

Out jumped St.Nick with a bag full of ore.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of goodies he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I gasped when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

And placing the goodies he pulled from his sack, he magiced them down without hardly a tap;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight—

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

Rodimus onlined slowly he powered on his optics and pushed himself off of his berth. The speedster stretched and flared his plating. Rising from his berth he walked to his washrack and turned the solvent on to warm up. The captain stepped back through to his room and paused. The night before Rodimus had all the crew members hang stockings somewhere in their quarters to celebrate the human holiday of Christmas. But there in the stocking the speedster had hung the night before sat what looked like little gifts. Rodimus walked over to the stocking and gently pulled it off his wall. He placed it on his berth and pulled out a package of energon sweets. Some data slugs labeled with human films and a couple new video games. The captain was stunned that someone would give him some gifts especially after how the quest has been going so far. The red speedster repacked his stocking and placed it on his desk to grab later. The mech then walked back to his washrack and took a quick shower. As he left his quarters the mech grabbed the stocking full of little gifts and made his way to swerves for a treat. When he entered the bar the captain was bombarded with laughter and EM fields full of joy. The speedster waded his way to the bar and claimed an empty stool.

“Looks real busy in here this morning swerve what’s the occasion?”

The minibot bartender gave Rodimus a grin and placed a cube full of warmed energon on the bar. “Yeah it’s been hopping since First shift! Everyone woke up with gifts in their stockings and no one’s fessed up yet!”

Rodimus paused and pulled out his stocking “yeah I came down to see if it was just me”

Swerve pulled out his stocking and laughed “nope I heard even old bucket head got something”

Rodimus grabbed the hot energon cube and lifted it to his intake. He watched as swerve was pulled away to serve more customers. The speedster turned and looked out over the bar he saw tailgate and Cyclonus sharing some oil cakes. In a booth Magnus and Megatron looked to be debating something on a shiny new data pad. At a table drift and ratchet sat talking to Rung who was working on a new model. The medic had some new polish on and Rodimus spied some cristal ornaments on drift’s plating. Whirl was bouncing between tables showing off the new decals he got and chromedome and rewind where fiddling with some new camera equipment. As the captain took stock of his crew the bar suddenly fell silent at the sound of the doors slamming open. Brainstorm stood in the entryway, his eyes full of manic glee.

Everybot to the observation deck ASAP!” The jet shouted. Rodimus stood from his seat and watched as the scientist stepped back from the doors and transformed jetting towards the aforementioned deck.

The bar was soon filled with the sounds of scraping chairs and questioning voices. Rodimus clambered his way to the front of the group. The speedster paused at the entrance to the observation deck. In the middle of the room stood a ginormous Christmas tree. Decorated with fancy glass and fuzzy earth animals the tree was lit with strings of multicolored lights that reflected off the glass ornaments giving the whole deck a warm glow. At the back of the tree stood percepter and brainstorm their optics wide. Rodimus slowly approached the tree as he grew closer to the base he saw stacks of gifts nestled under the branches. The room quickly filled up as mechs all quietly filled the room gazing upon the tree with wonder. Rodimus thought back to what he thought was only a dream that night but the tree confirmed the truth. As bots got over their awe and began passing out presents the captain settled in next to drift and gladly accepted his gifts. Out of the corner of his optic Rodimus caught sight of something moving outside of the window. He executed himself and walked over to the viewing area. Flying alongside the ship was a tiny little sleigh and eight reindeer. Sitting in the sleigh sat a human wearing a furry red coat with a large sack in the back area. Rodimus pressed his faceplate to the glass as the sleigh took off into space. Rodimus straightened and looked behind him at all the bots laughing and opening gifts. The speedster smiled casting one last look out the window the captain smiled and rejoined his crew well at this point they were really a big family.

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tenshinokorin · 2 years ago

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TnK's Trigun Fic Listing

Ok now that I've got 15 fics out for Trigun (so far) and at least a couple of those are upwards of 20K and some of them are sequels and followups and ongoing, I thought maybe I should do a proper list of things, to make it easier for people who want to read in some kind of order. I'm terrible about talking up my own work but this is also for my own reference so that's fine, right? ^^; All fics are Vashwood-centric (I will get to Nai in a minute I have a backlog) and ratings vary from Gen to Explicit, though all are intended for an adult audience. This list is complete as of September '23, I will update it periodically as needed!

NB: I'm lucky enough to have gotten fanart for some of these and sometime when my head is not full of mud I'll go in and add links to those where I can. (Or please drop a link in the replies if you are one of the wonderful artists in question!)

THE BIG THREE STORYLINES:

Someday Out of the Blue & I Believe in the Kingdom Come

Trigun '98 canon. Reincarnation fic. The first one is a story I started writing over 20 years ago and quit after a chapter because I was just too heartbroken (and did not know it, but was also too young). Picked it up and finished it this April (2023) after Stampede clobbered me and I fell off the "we don't talk about wolfwood" wagon. The second story is a direct sequel to tie up some loose ends from the first one, and also to indulge my need for a proper happy ending. (I think a lot of folks don't realize Someday has a sequel but it does!!)

Black is the Color and Mysterious Ways

Trimax Canon. Resurrection/Fix-it/Angstmance with a much shorter, sillier, smuttier epilogue. Three years after the end of Trigun Maximum, Vash is having some trouble laying his ghosts to rest. (You may have seen this incredible artwork which has gotten around a bit and boosts the story better than any summary of mine possibly could.) Weird things happened when I was writing this, I don't mind telling you. Mysterious Ways was mostly an excuse to explore some of the more interesting concepts brought up by the first one, but saying anything more would be spoilery.

Eyes of the Storm

(Mostly) Trimax canon. Cryptid Vash AU, slowburn romance, ongoing. When Nicholas D. Wolfwood gets roped into being the new caretaker for the now-abandoned orphanage where he spent his childhood, he soon finds out that his own hidden memories are not the only thing haunting him. (What the fuck is a Typhoon?) Wolfwood, Vash, Livio, Elendira, et al. This is the one currently in progress at six chapters out of ??. Pretty SFW so far BUT NOT FOR MUCH LONGER CAVEAT LECTOR.

List continues with standalone and shorter fics below the cut!

Honeymoon

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Plant Heat, Wingfic, Tentacle Fic, What the fuck is Hay Fever. Wolfwood offers to help Vash out with a personal problem and gets a little more than he bargained for.

Strange Powers

Generic Trimax/98 setting, comedy/smut/potato jokes/fisting with a loaded prosthetic. What if Vash and Wolfwood (accidentally) got really, really hella high?

Hurricane

Trigun '98 Canon.

Vash: Make money? As a priest?

WW: Well. *mysteriously* Not only that.

Vash: (oh my gosh he's a prostitute)

Shortfic. Wolfwood tries to figure out how to offer his services to someone he doesn't really want to be a paying customer. Short and smutty while also demolishing Wolfwood's professional boundaries.

Skin Tight

Generic Trimax/98 setting. The Infamous Red Dress. PWP, Wolfwood needs to be in the Vash Sensory Deprivation Tank, Vash in high heels, the dress gave its life for this fic you should read it and honor its sacrifice. Look. This is just porn, guys. You want the porny fic? This is the porny fic. (just kidding most of them are porny fics but this one is especially so.)

Secondhand Secrets

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Introspective/Vignette/Wolfwood POV. Vash's artificial arm always moves in his sleep, and Wolfwood wonders what he's looking for.

Personal Jesus

Badlands Rumble canon (post-film), Wolfwood has poor emotional coping strategies, hurt/comfort (Wolfwood provides both), first-time. That red hotel minifridge never stood a chance.

A Fool From Any Direction

Trigun '98 Vash's weird horny schtick is a front, and self-respect doesn't save lives. Which is too bad because when Wolfwood finds out what Vash is planning next he's gonna kill him.

Benediction

Trimax but could also be '98; Sometimes being a hero is not all it's cracked up to be. Or maybe Vash is the one cracking up. Hurt/Comfort, Wound Care & Bible Quotes, Noman's Land is a bitch of a planet. Shortfic, feels, non-explicit/no sex.

A Bit of a Tight Spot

Generic Trimax/98 setting. Costume Porn, PWP, No corsets were harmed in the making of this fic. I feel like this one gets missed a lot which is MADDENING because you guys. WOLFWOOD'S DOUBLE Ds IN A CORSET. And like, in a gender euphoria way, not in a comedy drag kind of way (though comedy drag does make a small appearance). I don't know how the good minister tightlaced in cuban stockings while giving Vash a blowjob in front of a mirror in the attic of a whorehouse can get so often overlooked, maybe my title or summary is lacking, but it's one of the hottest things I've ever written and its engagement is just in the basement? When (emphatic baffled hand motions to Nicholas D. Wolfwood wearing a garter like a thigh-holster). Anyway.

The Quick and the Bed

Trigun '98 Comedy, Romance, First Time. The single bed trope. Drunk Idiocy. Wolfwood's vows are in serious danger. (Wolfwood does not have vows.) Readers have let me know that they find this one amusing. Roommates of readers have sent me threats of bodily harm due to badly-stifled hysterical laughter at 3am.

THAT'S ALL FOR NOW MORE STORIES WILL BE ADDED AS THEY OCCUR!

SMALL DISCLAIMER: I'm a full-time working writer and my fanfic is something I give away for free out of love. Please don't copy, alter, plagiarize, feed to AI in any form, fold, spindle, or mutilate. I'm not in the market for concrit, but if you like my stories please feel free to leave me a comment/kudo, download/print/fanbind for personal use, or let other readers know!

#trigun #vashwood #trigun fanfic #tnk fic #trigun '98 #trigun maximum #trigun stampede

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designchic75 · 6 months ago

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I listened to Nicholas Veniamin who interviewed Louis Herms. Louis was there offering help where he could. he also mentioned seeing many refrigerated trucks running continually. I truly believe that FEMA is hiding many, many bodies, because they don’t want it to be found out how many truly died in the man-made hurricane.

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macgyver2016-bracket · 8 months ago

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Season 2, Episode 21: Wind + Water

While MacGyver is in Puerto Rico helping his friend rebuild his hurricane-damaged home, he is taken hostage in the bank his friend manages when robbers attempt to steal $2 million.

Season 3, Episode 18: Murdoc + Helman + Hit

When Nicholas Helman resurfaces to carry out a killing spree, the team is forced to get help from the one person who knows him best-- his protégé, Murdoc.

#macgyver 2016 #macgyver 2016 episodes tournament #2x21 wind + water #3x18 murdoc + helman + hit #Round 4 #Round 4 Match 6

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wildcmbcrsupdates · 1 year ago

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ayoedebiri: immensely proud of my union and grateful to our union siblings who fought alongside us — every film and tv project made is a miraculous act of chaos, community and care 🖤 some pics from one in particular I’m so proud of and grateful to have been a part of. I definitely didn’t take enough photos but I’ve got so much love and gratitude for everyone who, in the midst of termite mating season and the brink of hurricane season, banded together to do something unbelievably dumb and fun. love love love our cast and crew and Emma and Rachel for even thinking of me for this and everyone who watched and shared while we couldn’t promote okay bye…my next post will be like one picture and one word, sorry

Ayo Edebiri, Havana Rose Liu, Kaia Gerber, Marshawn Lynch, Miles Fowler, Nicholas Galitzine, Punkie Johnson, Rachel Sennott and Ruby Cruz via ayoedebiri on Instagram, 11/09/2023.

#ayo edebiri #havana rose liu #kaia gerber #marshawn lynch #miles fowler #nicholas galitzine #punkie johnson #rachel sennott #ruby cruz

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greetingfromthedead · 8 months ago

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7. Hurricane

Series: Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Word count: 2.7k

Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the love on this series! It is truly incredible to see all the nice comments and the likes. Love you loads! ❤️❤️❤️

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You heard your name, and that can only mean one of your own has tracked you down. You turn around to see the man with the serpent's tail, someone who has leaned far into what you are supposed to be, a monstrous creature bordering on becoming a legend even among your nest.

"What is the meaning of this?" He asks, and you recognize the threat in his voice.

"Nicholas," you press out, beginning a sentence you have no idea how to continue.

"Never mind. I will deal with you later." He says and turns to look at Vash. "Blondie. Come here."

You turn around again to look at the frozen man whose eyes are focused on Nicholas as he takes a step closer. This is bad. The merman behind you is many times more powerful than you; his voice must carry so much of the curse, that Vash could never stand a chance against it. He will have no choice but to be enamored and obey. He will walk into his death. You stand at a crossroads. Do you let it happen and hope it will blow over and you get to live on even as Vash falls victim to a cruel fate, or do you fight against it. If you try to save Vash again, there will be no escape for you anymore. You will be seen as a traitor and treated as such.

"No! Vash, come to me!" You almost yell, lacing your voice with as much glamour as you possibly can, hoping for a miracle as Vash is just a step away from the edge of the deck.

To your astonishment, Vash's gaze moves to you, and he looks surprised. There is no hint of the usual lightheartedness in his face—no smile or glimmer, just a nearly empty stare. You pull yourself up and reach out your hand toward him. The initial startle in his gaze is replaced with something else, like a tender recognition, but everything happens too fast to linger on that thought. He bows closer, and you grab hold of his red coat, pulling him with you. He falls to his knees, his hands keeping balance on the edge of the plank, as you back into the water. Even through the murkiness of the river, Vash sees as scales appear up to your collarbones as you get submerged, slits form on your neck for gills, and when water closes in over your face, your ears change into fins, the human eyes turn catlike, the color of your irises spreads, and the pupils turn into slits. Your mouth is still agape as it fills with water, the harmless looking teeth turning into rows of sharp razors with fangs long and pointed enough to keep any victim from escaping. More scales appear under your eyes and cheeks, giving you a beastly appearance as they make your features look sunken in. Your hold on the red coat is tight as your fingers elongate and your nails turn into powerful talons, digging themselves into the fabric of the garment, and Vash plunges into the water with you.

His eyes are wide as he watches you; bubbles escape his mouth, not in a silent scream but almost like he is too shocked to realize he is underwater. You feel shame rise up within you, knowing that you can no longer hide the truth about yourself from him, but for now it doesn't matter. You have to get him to safety. Saving him from the clutches of your kin is the only thing that is of any importance to you as of now. You already drag him away along the river, hoping that the murky waters will hide you from the monster on your tail like it hid him from your view. You pull Vash closer by the collar, his hands clamping on to your arms, but you lean closer still, pressing your mouth to his in your desperate attempt to help him. Your sharp teeth draw blood from his lower lip in the hurried kiss, and you taste it on your tongue. Under other circumstances, all of it would play out differently. Even the nearly irresistible taste of magic would test your will, but right now, your head is only filled with fear.

"Breathe!" you command him, as his blood gives even someone as weak as you total control over him.

You see the bubbles stop as his chest rises, filling his lungs with water. He doesn't sputter or cough; his eyes widen even further in surprise as, instead of drowning, he begins to breathe underwater. That is the power of a mermaid's kiss, the fabled dream of many seamen.

You rush down the stream, keeping your arms tightly around Vash as you pull him along and keep him safe from the debris on the bottom of the river. You have no time to look at him or analyze his expression, and you fear you will never be able to look at him again. You don't want to see his fear, his horror, his pain. You feel his embrace, he keeps himself latched to you as you make your way at breakneck speed towards the sea. You cannot tell if Nicholas is following you or how close he is behind you. All you can think about is getting Vash as far away as you can. You can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins, propelling you forward.

The water becomes clearer as you make your way into the salty sea, leaving the river behind. You slow down for just a moment, considering your options, and then keep rushing towards the open ocean, into deeper waters to be hidden by the vastness of the kelp. You slow down when you start to struggle to see past the swaying of the plants, and with that, you release the vice like embrace on Vash. He lets go as well, and instead you take his hand as you slowly keep going, unable to look him in the eyes.

Vash doesn't complain as you drag him along; he doesn't put up a fight; he just paddles with his feet and uses his free arm to propel forward. He stops, as you do, on the verge of the last kelp that swim around him with the currents of the ocean. As you notice the shadows moving through the dark water, you pull him back into the kelp forest, both to avoid being seen and to keep him from seeing what lurks in the dark. But you're too late.

"Were those… children?" he asks quietly after a few long minutes of silence. You nod solemnly, the weight of the truth sinking in. You are afraid of what comes next.

"Is it possible… that I recognized one of them?" Vash's voice sounds hollow and haunted.

"Do you really want to know?" You reply to him quietly, still looking away from him. Perhaps it would be better to tell him. To make him afraid. It would be easier if he hated you and everything to do with you. It would keep him safe; it would keep him away.

"Please. Tell me." His tone is so soft as it reaches your ears. The sound moves almost magically; it is so clear, and you hear the pleading in it.

"Yes. It could be that you recognized one of them. Maybe even more if you got a better look." The words feel vile in your mouth, like poison tainting your happiness.

"How?" Vash continues, his hand squeezing yours.

"It is very rare for a merfolk to be born, so to avoid extinction… we create our own." Each word is like a fishing hook stuck in your throat. "Turning an adult takes a lot of magic, and finding the necessary… parts is hard too. Children are easier."

"So those are human children?"

"Were. They are no longer human, they aren't even merfolk yet; they still have to transition; not all of them will make it." You want to bite your tongue. For so long, you have desired to talk to Vash, to tell him about the misconceptions he has about you, and to ask about him. You've longed to use your voice for a while, and now that you can talk to him, you have to tell him about horrors most humans would never want to think about. "But yes, those used to be regular human children."

"How did they get to be merfolk?" Vash asks slowly, emphasizing every word, but he doesn't sound angry, disgusted, or afraid—just empty.

"Sometimes children play on the docks and fall in when nobody is looking. They perish and get swept away by the current because people are careless." A tremor appears in your voice. "And sometimes mermaids snatch them from the beaches when their parents have their backs turned. The siren song works on them too. My kind will drag them into the depths and drown the kids themselves."

You release the grip on his hand, but instead of letting go, he squeezes tighter.

"Is that what the stories are about? Sirens luring fishermen into the sea to turn them?"

"No. They are lured in to be eaten or to be fed to those in need of magic." You go very quiet by the end, but you know he can hear you.

"Is that why you brought me here?" Vash asks just as quietly after a moment of silence.

Your head turns towards him, finally looking at him, and to your surprise, he looks back, his bright blue eyes gaze into yours. You can't quite place the expression—something between surprise, understanding, and hesitation—but you can't really see fear in it.

"No! I would never!" You pull away from him, and his hand releases yours. You can't blame him for thinking that. If anything, you should enforce his doubt and fear, but you can't bring yourself to do it. You want to protect him, not hurt him in any way, but you can't do the former without the latter.

"Then tell me more," Vash says gently, and once again, you are at a loss about what could be going on in that head of his.

"We mend the dead; we fit them with a tail and stitch them up with a curse. We resurrect them as one of our own, but as they wake, they lack a will of their own. They are just mindless creatures, driven by instinct alone. Their only drive is to consume magic, as without it, their life force will run out, the curse will vanish, and they will die once again, but this time without a second chance. That's what the children currently are. They follow Nicholas as he has a lot of magic; they want to consume him, but they are no match. That merman is among the most powerful our clan has; in a different time, he would be a leviathan by now, but he is limited by the secrecy we must uphold for our own safety. He protects the changelings; they pose no threat to him; all they do is stalk him compulsively." You turn away your gaze, unable to take any more of Vash's unchanging expression. "For a changeling to truly turn into one of us and gain back consciousness, they need a lot of life force. To spare our own kind, we drag humans into the depths to feed the children. Unless we consume your kin ourselves."

This is the gist of it—the bare minimum, at least. Times have changed, and so have the ways of living. Before ships carried cannons and humans wielded guns, merfolk saw any vessel as an easy target. The oceans used to be ruled by your people, many of whom gained enough power to turn into giant leviathans, sea monsters that could sink a whole ship by themselves. Now your numbers are dwindling, and your once-mighty civilization is facing extinction. You have betrayed your own kind by telling Vash all this, and there is no turning back. You realize you're stretching the truth; you became a traitor a long time ago. The moment you saved him from the shipwreck, you sealed your fate, and your blooming affection for a human only made it worse.

Everything feels so heavy in your chest, like stones dragging you down. You remind yourself that this is for the best and dive towards the bottom of the sea. To your surprise, you hear Vash follow, but he is a lot slower than you. The water is clear enough as you glide along the bottom, looking at the pebbles collected there. Occasionally, you pick one up, turn it in your hand, and throw it back.

"What are you looking for?" Vash asks as he finally catches up.

"I am looking for a hag stone," you respond simply.

"What's that?"

"A stone untouched by human hands, polished by the waters and has a hole in it. They are good vessels for magic. If you find one, don't touch it; just tell me." You reply without pausing your search.

It doesn't take too long for you to dig through a pile of pebbles and shells to find one, and you look for your next ingredient. The kelp seems like a fine option, but not durable enough. You need something better. Without looking at Vash's face, you scan over his mantle and spot the braided leather cords cinching together one of the sleeves. Quickly, you snatch it from him and untangle one of the strips. It's the perfect width.

"What are you doing?" he asks as he watches you.

Without giving him an answer, you dig your sharp teeth into the palm of your hand, drawing blood, and he lets out a concerned gasp. You don't have the will to wonder why he's so worried about you. Instead, you press the stone into your injured hand, squeezing it tight as you whisper some ancient words to it. As you unfurl your fingers, most of the red bleeds into the water, but some of it sticks to the tiny crevices of the pebble. Quickly, you string the cord through the hole to seal in the curse, and the bleeding also stops.

"There is only so much I can do," you say as you look at the stone hanging in the water. "I am weak; most of my kin hold power much greater than me, and this will only protect you from those who are at my level or below."

You swim around Vash, resting the hag stone on his chest as you tie the leather cord behind his neck.

"Wear it, and you will be safe from at least my glamour. Don't take it off." You warn him. "I will bring you back to shore. Stay away from the water as much as you can. Be weary. Remember what lurks below the surface. Don't get hurt."

Before he can say anything, you grab him, hugging him tight from behind as you head back towards the shore. You feel his hand grab hold of your arms, and he is more relaxed than you would have guessed given the situation. His legs are spread apart, and despite the coat, your tail has enough room to propel you towards the familiar bay. You keep low, hidden in algae and between reefs as much as you can, but you see nobody else—no threatening shadows, no sneaky tails.

You approach the beach where you dragged Vash to the very first time you met him. In knee deep water, you let him go, sitting him up and pushing away to give him space as he starts coughing up the salty seawater from his lungs. It is still raining. You look at him and see his eyes move toward you. The magic that turns your voice into a siren song and enhances your beauty no longer applies. For the first time, he has seen you for who you truly are. He keeps sputtering and gasping for air, liquid dripping from his mouth as he clutches his throat.

"Stay away from the water!" you remind him again. "Goodbye."

With that, you turn away, leaving him in the shallow water as you return to the depths. You look around to make sure nobody is here to follow him, and disappear with painful sorrow in your heart. You hope he will be safe, even though you have put him in danger with everything you have done so far. His death would be on your hands, and that's a monstrous deed you cannot bear the thought of.

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absentia-if · 2 years ago

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I don't think this has been asked, and if it has feel free to ignore this 😅. how would the ros react to mc disappearing for an entire day leaving a note for the ros that says they would be gone for the day but without a reason, and then comes back the next day with a special gift that the ros may have mentioned in a previous conversation?

Kade/Kara: They barely pay attention to the gift, thoughts already swirling back to the note you had left them. It wasn't enough, it'd never be enough, not when they didn't know why you had gone so suddenly-- not when you had been gone for as long as you had been, without contact or any indication of where you could be. "Don't disappear like that again," they say, hazel eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I appreciate that you were doing something for me, and I trust that you're able to take care of yourself, but I couldn't handle it if something happened to you and I didn't know. Again."

Michael/Margot: The sight of you causes various emotions to swirl within their chest: rage, tinted with relief, happiness, poisoned with bitterness, and joy that's wrapped in a bundle of fear. Azure blue eyes darken to a stormy cobalt, reminiscent of the ocean after a hurricane, and an expression you couldn't quite name contorts their elegant face. "Did--" M cuts themself off, a bone-deep sigh leaving them before their arms quickly wrap around your body and pull you tightly against them. "Did you think I wouldn't worry?" they whisper, voice thick with pain. "Did you think that a note would suffice? We always say goodbye, MC. That's our rule. I-I wasn't able to say it the last time you were taken from me. Please don't make go through that again."

Blaine/Blaire: Happy Birthday is plastered all across the wrapping paper, it crinkles slightly in their hands as they turn it over, but B, despite everything, couldn't help the frown that furrows their brow; nor could they forget the worry that had made a home within their chest for the past day. "You didn't have to do this, MC.” They gently place the wrapped gift on the coffee table before they take your hand. "You being safe, you keeping me company, you being here, is more than I could ever ask for. I don't need anything else for my birthday except for you to be right by my side as I celebrate it. Just like you always have been."

Wren/Wynn: "Do you not understand how foolish it was to do this?" They hiss, a snarl etched across their face, while dark brown eyes look almost black due to their rage. "Did you not think that I wouldn't worry? That I wouldn't think something happened to you? For a day, for twenty-four hours, I didn't know if you were okay, I didn't know where you were, and I didn't know why you left. I've worked cases exactly like this before, MC. I've seen what it can do to people. I couldn't bear it if it happened again to you or your family. Not after everything that's already happened." A soft sigh leaves their mouth then, tension leeching from their shoulders as they slump forward. "I appreciate the sentiment of the gift, I truly do, but I appreciate knowing that you're safe even more."

Nicholas/Natalie: "I-I thought something happened," they sob, hands desperately clawing at your back, tightening their hold on your hoodie. Logically they know you're safe, they know you haven't disappeared, but that doesn't make the pain, the grief, work its way out of their system any faster. They had seen what your disappearance did to their best friend, to your parents, even if it was only in passing, and they couldn't imagine how they had been able to live with it; they had thought you were gone for only a day and the pain had almost been overwhelming. Dealing with death, dealing with the grief that came with it, was commonplace in their life, but they never wished for it to be when it came to you. "Please don't go somewhere that I can't follow."

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rjzimmerman · 8 months ago

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Excerpt from this story from National Geographic:

Immigrants tend to migrate to neighborhoods that meet their cultural and linguistic needs, but the exodus of climate migrants to Buffalo wasn’t solely due to that established community. Months before Maria struck, the city’s mayor declared Buffalo a “climate refuge city,” noting that Buffalo has, “… a tremendous opportunity as our climate changes.”

Since then, the city has launched a relocation guide advertising the advantages to living in Buffalo, including how its average July temperature is a comfortable 71˚F. Anticipating a possible population uptick, the city revised zoning codes in 2017 to encourage development in existing city corridors and began upgrading its dated sewage infrastructure.

And Buffalo isn’t alone. Planners in cities such as Cleveland, Ohio; Ann Arbor, Michigan; Duluth, Minnesota; and elsewhere are beginning to map out what a future with thousands more residents could—and should—look like.

The question of ‘climate havens’—places where extreme weather events are rare and which tend to be located in the northern regions of the U.S. close to bodies of freshwater—has gained currency in recent years, as deadly wildfires, record heat, and damaging hurricanes increasingly affect day-to-day life in the southern and western parts of the country.

Last year, 675,000 people in the U.S. were displaced from their homes by disasters, second only to Colombia among all 35 countries in the Americas, according to the Internal Displacement Monitoring Center.

One academic has gone as far as labeling Buffalo and Duluth “climate proof” communities.

Many of these communities were once economically dependent on manufacturing, and are potentially well-placed to meet the needs of an influx of climate migrants: When factories started closed in the 1970s and residents moved elsewhere in search of work, they left behind homes and city spaces that today can be repurposed.

Cleveland, on the southern shore of Lake Erie, has around 30,000 vacant lots. Detroit, which has lost nearly two-thirds of its population since its industrial heyday in the 1950s, has more than 30 square miles of empty land inside its city limits. Duluth already has the infrastructure to accommodate tens of thousands more residents.

“We need to model various land use and development scenarios for population growth at the neighborhood, city-wide, county-wide, and regional scales,” says Terry Schwarz, director of the Cleveland Urban Design Initiative. “But at this point, we’re only getting started.”

While available land may be an advantage for some, other cities are examining how to modernize existing housing stock by fortifying them against cold in winter and heat in summer.

“Thinking through ways of reinvigorating the urban core is going to be central to having a more climate-resilient region,” says Nicholas Rajkovich of the University at Buffalo’s School of Architecture and Planning.

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