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romanshomeonwattpad · 8 months ago

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Girl in New York | 5

pairings - art donaldson/reader | challengers au! |

“_ _" = Y/N

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sypnosis - you have lunch with Art’s girlfriend and your parents….

warnings - messy blowjobs, dirty talk, slut shaming, cheating, voyuerism

word count - 2k

You and Art….came to an understanding.

It was odd. Although it was winter—the sun was shining today. White shorts hugged your hips, showing off the curve of your ass. A black tank top let your breasts spill out just enough without flashing the entire tennis club. Birds chirped at the sudden heat, spreading their wings and able to fly away from their problems.

Sweat had gathered at the top of Art’s lip as he drank from his hydro. You two had agreed to meet on Fridays instead. He hadn’t mentioned what occurred Sunday night, diving right into your usual routine. The both of you had just finished an hour long practice—but Art didn’t seem it was long enough. “Let’s go again.”

You groaned, throwing your head back before plopping down onto one of the chairs. There were a ton of tables since there was a food court nearby and people liked to judge the players while stuffing themselves. “My legs are killing me. Can’t we just wait until tomorrow?” You kicked your legs onto another chair, looking up at him. “Matter of fact, let’s get ice cream. I’m craving it.”

“You should lay off the carbs,” Art placed his hands onto his hips, raising a brow at you. Something glinted in his eyes. “It could mess with your cardio.”

You sleep with a guy once and he thinks he could tell you what to eat.

“Whatever. I’ll get it myself.”

Art lit a cigarette, “Least you’ll be getting off your ass.”

You pushed yourself off the chair and hit his shoulder whilst passing him. As if you hadn’t just spent the last hour aggressively dodges Art’s stroke’s. You were pretty sure there were three bruises on your knee from falling to strike back. And on top of that, the concealer you applied on your neck to cover his hickeys was melting off. It was fucking December—why was it ninety degrees?

Bees buzzed around lavender colored flowers. You spotted around the corner the food truck. A familiar pair of pretty brown eyes and a charming smile popped into view. Humming to yourself, excitement flourished within you, approaching him. “Oh hey—it’s you again,” his brown orbs not so swiftly racked up and down your figure. “I was gonna text you but my phone broke. It like won’t turn on…it’s a piece of shit.”

You raised your brows, “Can’t even trust your own phones these days to not cockblock you.”

He laughed, “Literally. What can I get you? On the house.”

“A chocolate ice cream on a cone, please.”

A wink was thrown your way—shooting right down into your core. But his eyes didn’t swirl with the same hungerness as Art. This was more like desire…curiosity. It didn’t feel as exhilarating as tossing flirty banger with the gorgeous blonde. This guy was younger, and seemed like he tried too hard to impress you. Whereas Art didn’t give a fuck what you thought, he still said it regardless.

It didn’t irritate you that he wasn’t acknowledging the situation. All you knew was that it surely wasn’t a one time thing. Whether he expects it or not, he’ll eventually give in. And if he didn’t—you wished to savor his taste on your tongue for as long as possible.

“Here ya go, gorgeous.”

You snapped out your daze. There was a cutie in front of you—and were off thinking about Art. Get it together _ _.

He handed you the vanilla cone. There were sprinkles on top of the perfectly scooped ice cream. But before you could thank him, Art grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the guy. You knitted your brows, “Art what the f—thanks uh, Chase! Or Chad!”

“It’s Chris. How do you flirt with guys you don’t even know,” Art eyed you from the corner of his eye, not fully turning his head. Once you two got far enough, you tugged from his grip.

Your eyes narrowed into daggers. “Says the guy who cheated on his girlfriend.”

That shut him up. Ignoring the non-staggering death stare he was burning into the you—you licked at your ice cream. His eyes focused on the way the tip of your tongue twirled around the cream. “Perhaps I should’ve went with vanilla,” you tasted, locking eyes with his. They were hooded and cloudy, drinking in every movement you made with your mouth. No longer thinned into knives penetrating your skull.

And then it flew out your hand. You’re ice cream.

“What the fuck, Art—“

“Get behind that wall,” he sneered, shoving you anyways. You almost tripped before his hands pushed your shoulders downwards—guiding you to your knees. When you got the message, your eyes rounded up at him. “Art—we’re at the club. Your girlfriend—“

His fingers gripped your chin in a bruising hold. Taking out his cock with the other hand by pulling his sports shorts down, he then tapped the pink top onto your bottom lip. “Don’t mention her before I’m about to throat fuck you,” he smirked, before watching his head vanish between your lips. A salty undertone filled your taste buds, his thick head pulsing on your slippery tongue. Your eyes don’t leave his as you hummed, savoring the taste of his pre-cum. Sucking and swirling with your mouth, and jerking the rest with your hand, you put yourself to work.

His hips harshly snapped into your mouth. Art’s eyes were barely open, bliss taking over his features.

You couldn’t get enough of him. You wanted to see him break above you. Moaning around his dick, you felt it twitch in the warm walls of your mouth— before more of his salty liquid dribbled out. Signaling he was getting close already, your wrists began to twist the base of his cock. A patch of blonde hairs resided above it. He held his shirt up with one hand, holding the back of your head with another.

“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all like a good fucking girl.”

Sticking out your tongue, you continued to jerk off his huge cock. “I’m gonna—fuck—“

His cock twitched, blue eyes boring into your wicked ones—taking everything he had to offer. The liquid shot out all over your tongue, and on the ground.

“We would like to meet your instructor.”

You almost dropped your spoon, choked on your mashed potatoes, and screamed at the top of your lungs. Perhaps your mother had gone crazy. She took a sip of wine, shrugging her shoulders at your father. “She seems passionate about Tennis. It seems as if he inspired this newfound hobby.”

Oh…you have no idea.

“We’ll come watch you play next week. It’s set,” your father nodded, taking a bite of steak. A know it all look crossed his features. “You know—I used to dabble in the sport back in high school…”

You tuned out your father out.

Your parents were going to meet Art?

This could not fucking happen.

“How ya doing? I’m Bradford Smith, and this is my wife—Fiona Smith. _ _’s mother.”

Art’s eyes flew over to you. The sun shined without mercy, the tight long-sleeve that covered your tits due to your parent’s presence making you itchy. And to make matters worse, a high pitched hello sounded from behind. A pair of blonde pigtails came into view, and as soon as she spotted you, her arms clung to Art. “_ _! What a surprise! Speaking of those—I was planning on surprising Art. I didn’t know you were bringing your family as well.”

You laughed in disbelief that this was all happening. “Well isn’t that just strawberries and confetti throw up fun.”

Art sent you a behave look, earning an eye roll from yourself. Your mother chuckled, probably just as confused as everyone else, “_ _ wants to show us what the two of you have been working so hard doing.”

“I love watching you play, baby. Let’s do it!” La-la loopsie cheers, clapping her hands excitedly. You refrain from rolling your eyes again, grabbing your racket from the table and heading to the court. You overhead your mom tell your dad that Art’s girlfriend was cute—leading you to make a disgusted sound and warm up.

Art bounces his ball of the ground before hitting it with the racket. Just how you liked it. He started out aggressive, but you expected that, hitting it with yours quickly. The both of you dove into your skills, hearing your current audience clap every once in a while.

After about thirty minutes, you began to grow winded, and called for a break. Your father ended up talking to Art about his old tennis team. Surprisingly, the two got along—sharing a few chuckles here and there. Tiffany kept kissing your mother’s ass, asking her about the mug’s she liked to design. Just from listening to the conversation, you began to grow nauseous.

“I’m getting slushie,” you muttered, walking away from the scene. But before you could get too far, Art overheard you—his head whipping away from your still speaking father.

“I’m actually thinking about getting something too. I’ll go instead,” he offers, Tiffany noticing his sudden interest. You knit your brows together.

“I got it.”

“No seriously. I’m good friends with the dude anyway.”

“Chad?” You raise your brows, causing him to send you a glare before walking away. Tiffany followed him—wearing a painted smile. You thought the encounter was weird, but before you could think too deep into it, your mother pulled you aside.

“You should wear longer skirts, _ _.”

“Mom—I’m an adult. Please.”

Your father kissed the side of your head, “Why don’t the five of us have some lunch. There’s a cafe right there. Go let your friends know and we’ll grab a table.”

Before you could reply, they walked away to find a spot. Tiffany and Art returned back, him handing you a cherry slushie. “It was all they had.”

“That cashier guy asked about you. Is he like, your boyfriend?” Tiffany asks, sipping your Diet Coke. You didn’t see the point in diet anything if there was no sugar. It made everything taste a million times better.

Art pressed his lips together. You shrugged, sipping your slushie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” your tone was uninterested. Being in the same vicinity made your blood boil. She had the ability to kiss him in broad daylight—and didn’t even take advantage of it. No wonder Art came to you for his sexual needs. It seemed like she was plain and simple. If a boy likes you, date him. If he doesn’t, run away.

She doesn’t know how to take care of someone like Art. Someone like you.

“Anyways,” you look at your nails, tension in the air. “My parents what us to have lunch together. I can tell them you guys are busy.”

“No that sounds fun!” Tiffany chimes in, holding onto Art’s arm again. His eyes slightly widen, face paling into a white sheet. He ground his jaw.

“I’m actually really tire—“

Tiffany tugged on his arm, whining in a tone that made you want to pierce your ears. “Please babe…”

“Yeah,” you smirk, thinking of a fun idea. Art’s eyes instantly met yours, a worried look crossing his features. While his girlfriend was looking at him, your tongue poked out and swirled around the straw—his teeth gritting at the sight. You noticed his fists ball at his sides. Tiffany looks at you, beaming excitedly. You send her a fake smile,

“You should taste this slushie I had last week. It was super creamy.”

“Alright let’s go.” Art grabs Tiffany, dragging her over to find your parents. You giggle to yourself, enjoying seeing him flustered.

“My mother is a Stanford graduate. That’s actually where Art and I met.”

Tiffany wouldn’t stop rambling about the history of her and Art. It was driving you literally insane. Your father helped himself to his club sandwich, barely listening to what she was even saying. Your mother on the other hand was absolutely ecstatic for the couple, sharing her own experiences about meeting your father.

You picked at your salad, glancing at the fair haired boy. He had been sipping his coffee—clearly uncomfortable with this entire situation. You decided to tease him a bit, taking advantage of the fact that you were seated beside him. Brushing your heel against his calf, he suddenly jerked, catching the attention of everyone at the table.

He cleared his throat, “Uh—a bee. It flew away.”

“Right. You remember that time we went to Cuba for that tournament, sweetie.”

He hummed, pulling out a cigarette from his back pocket. Tiffany made a face, “If you’re going smoke, at least go to the parking lot. Everyone’s eating.”

Jesus. What a bitch.

“I don’t mind,” your mother placed her hand on Tiffany’s. She smiled warmly at Art afterwards. “Bradford used to chain smoke those things until I eased him off then. Looks like we’ll have to do the same thing to you.”

Art returned her smile, ignoring Tiffany’s eye roll, sparking the cigarette. “_ _. Tell them about how you used to dance in the bathroom with my old tennis racket. It was the cutest thing. She’d be naked—“

“Actually, I’m gonna spark one up too. I’ll go to the parking lot though so no one complains.”

“I’ll come with you,” Art shot up, offering a nervous smile to everyone. “I just—feel so guilty.”

“Okay kids. We’ll be here.”

“What the fuck, _ _?”

You never thought it would be so hilarious to see someone smoking a cigarette whilst looking immensely frazzled. As soon as the two of you reached the back parking lot, out of sight of people, Art let you know how he truly felt. Fortunately, you weren’t in much of a talkative mood, so you listened patiently whilst finishing your cigarette.

“Not only are your parents here—but your mom loves my girlfriend. This fucked situation just got entirely more fucked.” He ran a hand through his light strands, pacing back and forth.

“I hate when she does shit like this.”

“Who?” You mumbled, leaning your back against the wall.

“Tiff!” His hands flew in the air, shaking his head. “She always pops up unannounced. I hate that kind of shit. She has no respect for my time nor schedule. I mean—what makes her think she can crash my lesson? “

“Why are you even with her?”

Art looked at you with a sudden calmness. It was as if your words urged him to think.

“I….don’t know.”

That made you pause. The cigarette burnt as the both of you stared at one another. For the first time, he was expressing his feelings. It was different than usual. “She doesn’t let you breathe. You’re a free soul, and she wants to keep it caged. You won’t stay with her for long. It’s only a matter of time.”

“I guess I like her company. She’s always there for me when I need it,” he shrugged, standing beside you. He looked away from you, “But if it came to actually being in love with her—I couldn’t tell you. She doesn’t accept me for me.”

“Then she’s a fucking idiot,” you smirk, “—because you’re like…kinda cool I guess.”

His eyes twinkled, your gaze meeting once again. You smirk was met by a sheepish smile from him.

“You’re pretty aggressive, you know that?”

“You love it.”

His eyes fell to your lips. “We should stop sneaking around, _ _. This is going too far.”

You laughed, throwing the cigarettes off the ground before crushing it with your heel. “C’mon, lover boy.”

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floxtingdrm · 1 year ago

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𝙐𝙠𝙞𝙮𝙤

(n): living in the moment, detached from the bothers of life.

“𝙿𝚜𝚢𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚃𝚎𝚢𝚟𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛.”

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluf-ish, mainly Yandere (series)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬: Furina

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐞: On

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: Series

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: She/they (mainly they)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Oh gods who watch over thee, I want to see you, curse me of my wish, the reward I want after such a long time..

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Sagau, poor English (not my first language), 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. Major 4.2 spoilers

Waking up in a world you do not recognize your head spins as you stood up slowly, was it painful to feel the scars on your body dripping with blood and scratches? How did this happen to you?

You could barely moved as the sun kept on burning your skin, the harsh sun… as you finally had enough strength to cry the clouds had blocked the sun allowing the winds to blow once more. You could feel that you were in a grassland, slowly standing up while still in pain your body ache as if you had been hit by a truck of some sort.

With each step you took the pain became more unbearable, but what else could you do but reach for the waters infront of you?

Where were you? After the blur you called your memory there was nothing you could recall with so much pain, your blood mixed with the waters as your hand finally reaches it.

Who were you? That you still could remember, your name was (Y/n), unsure of what to do you continue laying down next to the river hoping you would be saved by some miracle.

What brought you to this place? You could only remember bright lights and the painful agonizing sounds of your bones breaking, though it seems your body wasn’t completely mutilated if your still moving perfectly fine.

Why were you here? As you slipped into the world of dreams, someone sings of a return, a gentle hand caressed your hair as you feel deeper and deeper into the abyss.

Teyvat’s skies cried for the return of a god who died oh so long ago, elemental beings have gone insane searching for the energy of their creator, beauty in all of its grace the waters of Teyvat carried that of blood, your red blood which was unable to mix with the waters.

Teyvat hears of your cries, scratches as you fell from the skies, a star brighter than that of its future, your arrival only meant one thing for Teyvat… your presence meant that change was coming. There was no time left for the elemental beings, they have no choice but to find and track you down immediately, wherever you were.

The waters which carried your blood seemed to have been brought to life… this was the gift of the creator it seems, the gift of life. With the little strength and form it had, the waters reached for the court of Fontaine, and it knew who exactly to find.

Water carries the memories of all living beings, though uncertain of the future it knows the past like a book that has been told over and over again. Furina though not the Hydro Archon, still has a vision, something that ties her to the name of Hydro once more, despite still healing and getting used to her new life she can't seem to let go of certain things.

Back when Furina was the Hydro Archon, more correctly acting Hydro Archon, she hated doing the rituals for the creator, Furina didn't really have anything against the creators it was just... she couldn't understand the meaning behind the sacrificing, it didn't seem nor feel right. While the other duties are tedious and she hates it, what she couldn’t handle was the blood curling screams and crimson red on the ritual that were meant to serve the almighty creator. It was the only task about being an Archon that gave her nightmares over and over again…

Resting in a bathtub filled with water, Furina ponders on what to do for the rest of the day, she should she make something for dinner? Explore the wilderness or just sleep for the rest of the day? Honestly now that she’s a normal person she doesn’t know what to do.

Water from the faucet kept on dripping, curious and pulled out from her thoughts Furina walked over to see if there was a leak of some sort. Cold to the touch as always, maybe she should have learned to get used to the freezing cold waters, trying to tighten the faucet to prevent it from leaking Furina had the surprise of her life when the faucet suddenly bursted.

“What the-?!” Blood mixed within the waters disappears once more, it truly didn’t have enough time to call out to Furina to help you…

“Tch… I have to call the plumber again for this..” cutting her shower short, Furina put on her clothes and decided to go for a stroll outside of the court… unaware of what she’ll meet later on.

Slimy… strangely wet and slimy… you were next to a bunch of hydro slimes. Now you would have freaked out, but your still in pain and is dying really slowly, basically if you move you die but with pain, if you don’t move you’ll still die but in a less painful way.

Now that you’ve gotten your painful situation out of the way you needed a recap on your situation, specifically how you came to Teyvat in the first place and why your body had been torn up like some rag doll on the side of the road.

*mystical rewind time noises*

*Car crash noises*

That basically explains it, what? Were you expecting to remember everything in detail? If you could then maybe you would have an answer to what the heck was going right now.

Aight, aight, you were in a truck accident, a very sudden one too. Bleeding out on the side road you could only remember a handful of incantations from somewhere along with the call an ambulance from other horrified by passers.

Something tells you that you happen to coincidentally get hit by a truck and reincarnated into a different world you totally didn’t read about before.

*mystical back to the present noises*

You’re still in the dirt but there wasn’t any more blood flowing from your wounds, the hydro slimes seemed to have taken care of you while you were on the ground almost dead. You try to sit up only to have a wet and heavy blob of small hydro slime above you making a sort of cute and weird sounds, convinced by its cuteness you lay there being huddled by the slimes.

“Why are you guys such cuties? Hm? Who gave you the right to act cute and all.” You could barely lift your hands, but once you did you just used them to gently squish the little slime on top of your body.

"You're acting much differently than I remember any enemy would" You felt like a child receiving a doll for your birthday, you wanna squish and make all sorts of adjustments to it yet you couldn't because that would ruin it.

You were in a cave of some sort, and lots of bodies of water seemed to be nearby since you heard of lots of water dripping, if anything though you think the hydro slimes might have kidnapped you into their home. You were able to move normally again after some time, the slimes led you outside of the cave... which turned out to be underwater, oh boy, better hope you can dive or else you're becoming fish food, that said though how did these slimes even brought you here?

Whatever happened though doesn’t really concerned you as much anymore, at least not as much as your Melusine problem right now.

“You have a pretty soul” accompanied by the slimes who helped you, the Melusines were like children playing around with your hair under water, well they are children in a way.

“Don’t bother them too much, look at those wounds! Let’s take them somewhere else!” The slimes looked trouble seeing you go, you didn’t really felt like leaving but, you were running out of breath and had no choice but to follow the Melusines.

Beautiful creatures, Teyvat was truly a world you never thought you’d see before, no, you have seen this world somehow and somewhere… while your past is still blurry and your body in pain you had no choice but to keep running.

For a tomorrow you fear won’t exist, this beautiful world is too dangerous for you, too dangerous for a human who can’t even defend themself.

Something didn’t feel right to Furina… why wasn’t anyone commenting on the strange behavior of the sea animals? Or how most of the Hydro slimes have disappeared? Even stranger was the waters of Fontaine growing… stronger?

There was something that didn’t feel right, somehow there was no one else noticing this, now she could go and tell someone about it, but who would believe someone who lied about being an archon? The people despise her, Neuvillette too busy to talk to her, Clorinde no longer had a reason to protect or be there for her, let’s not even discuss about Wriothesley or the children from the House of Hearth.

Furina had two choices, either go investigate what’s going on by herself and risk getting hurt, or she could pretend that nothing is wrong and return home once more. However how could she go back now that she’s already out of the city and following where the winds take her?

What a bothersome day… why did she decided to visit Elynas of all places? It was too quiet… too quiet near the statue of the seven, too quite near the pond of murky waters, too quite for there was a trail of blood on the ground.

Surely any sane person would have turned around and run away right? Surely she who knows of her limits, despite being gifted with a vision not too long ago knows that whatever had happened here could potentially hurt her right? So then why..?

“Let’s just go and see what happens… whoever is hurt I have to help them first” was she acting like a hero when all of her life she’s been a coward. “What are you doing Furina…?”

Jumping into the murky waters mixed with blood of a bright red, she can’t feel but be suffocating, there was too much blood and she was so scared… what if the person she wants to help has already died because of some monster?

Elynas, the remains of a dead god seems to have been revived in away, enemies rose, waters grew harsher, as if something was causing it, something was influencing the world. However when Furina looked closer at their behaviors, it seemed as though they were guarding something rather than looking out for enemies.

The blood trail though faint leads deeper into Elynas’ underground caverns, hydro crystalflies distracted the guards just long enough for Furina to slip by, was it fate or a coincidence?

“Now now you shouldn’t be moving too much, dear Creator. Your injuries are not that easy to heal” You winced at the pain as the Melusines applied medicine onto you.

“Creator? You must be mistaken, I’m only a normal human.” Truthfully you weren’t sure why were being called Creator by the Melusines, it just doesn’t make sense.

“Oh don’t be silly, us Melusines seeing things differently than the average normal human, you know that your Grace.” You knew, almost everything about the Melusines, from their father the dead Elynas who watches over them to the tragic tale of Carole, but this isn’t the evidence to prove that you were the “Creator”.

Furina, who had been eavesdropping the conversation between you and a Melusine, felt shocked to have heard of those blasphemy words, even though she wasn’t a loyal follower or believer of the Creator, she was still a believer, was she to believe that the Creator has returned or was she to execute a potentially imposter?

“Cosanzeana, I understand where you’re coming from but I just don’t think it’s possible for me to be the Creator.” Cosanzeana sighs at you still trying to hide your identity, why couldn’t you trust them? The Melusines know who you are so why are you trying to convince them and yourself that you were someone else?

“Your grace, we hope you can trust us enough to let your guard down for a while.” You were no Creator, just a person who had a hobby in daydreaming and dancing, just someone who got pushed into a world they aren’t even that familiar with, memories of the times they sat down and have fun…

“I need a moment…” you felt suffocated, wasn’t this a familiar scene?

How ironic, you used to hope to be someone who could leave a mark to a world, to be the shinning light many others would follow yet those hopes were crushed by reality’s cruel and harsh hands, they were burnt to the ground by those who you called family, they were forsaken by you who chose to move on. So then why?

Why when you no longer had the spark of life did these wishes came? Why are you suddenly given tasks you didn’t ask for? To be chosen for a role you have no interest for, why in death were you not allowed to rest?

You ran away from village Merusea, you’re feeling overwhelmed oh so overwhelmed, your body is still in pain so you couldn’t even walk two steps without breathing like you’ve ran a marathon, your mind a mess ever since you arrived in the supposed Teyvat, did you even have a moment to yourself?

“I hate it… I hate it… I hate it” on and on your tears began to fall, why were you being treated so unfairly? Why were you the one who had to die only to live again with a fate that you never even asked for. “Why me?!”

Still there was no answer, what were you even hoping for? Who could hear your cries and reply to you? You had no one in this lonely and dying world, Teyvat was not your home… no matter how much you used to think it was.

Furina how silently followed you pitied you, confused and not understanding of your role, a god who doesn’t even knows that they’re a god but then again, do the gods even bleed as red as you do? Messed up hair, dirty clothes, bruised and scared body wrapped in bandages, you looked too fragile to be a god of any sort.

She could be wrong and an idiot, she could be right and a genius, that was who Furina was, a great actor who wished to do nothing more than to be who she truly wanted to be. Even though she no longer had to play any role or put up any front it hurried her for some reason to see someone who was put into a situation similar to hers.

She doesn’t even know you, someone who was injured and somewhat helped by Melusines, someone who lived a life of pain, someone who still stands even when the pain was eating them alive. Yet for some reason, she couldn’t help but step closer to you, the warmth she found whenever the Traveler began talking to her... she felt it on you.

"Who are you?" You noticed their presences for a while already, not very good at hiding it either since you had already caught a glimpse of them as you ran away from the village.

“…” Furina didn’t know what to say, you kept on looking away, why weren't you turning around to see her? Aren't you supposed to be a little curious about who she is?

" It's okay if you don't want to say anything..." being human was a curse in its own way, but what does that make you, the one who they claimed to be the creator, what about you? “I’ll take a lucky guess and say, Furina.”

“…My name is quite popular among the people of Fontaine, I’m not surprised that it wouldn’t reach the ears of the likes of yours” ah, so it was actually Furina’s. “H-However I do believe the Melusines are wrong.. you don’t seem to look like the almighty Creator.”

“Do you pity me, Furina?” In all honesty you’re a bit glad it was Furina who found you out of everyone, it wasn’t just because she was your favorite, it was also because out of all the people, you assumed she’d be the most understanding.

“…I can’t tell if I do..” that was more than enough for you to tell, Teyvat right now… has passed the current 4.2 update, you have no idea if this means that the traveler will enter Natlan or is still adventuring in Fontaine, you can’t be too sure.

“You can’t tell everything by just looking at the back, even though I’m at my most vulnerable moment.” You turned around to face the seemingly stunned and quiet Furina. “See? I’m no god, just an ordinary looking person, a person who people call god…”

Furina who originally stared at you in contempt had soften her angry glares, however she can’t help but feel anxious, she couldn’t trust you so easily even now that she’s seen your face. You truly looked like anyone else, maybe for some prominent features like your bold (e/c) and the scratches that littered your face.

Teyvat had long forgotten the face of its creator, only a lullaby they once sang remained in the hearts of the creatures, there was no way to prove if you were the creator or not. A light and calmed voice laced with pain, perhaps that was the voice of which Furina had heard before, warmth and the feeling of being embraced coursed through her.

“I- I want you to sing for me.” You widen your eyes a bit shocked by the request, you were no singer per-say so it baffles you to be asked to sing, you didn’t know what song to sing either.

“I’m sorry, I really can’t-“ “Just this once, can you sing? I want to, no, I have to confirm something.” Heterochromia blue eyes burning with passion, it felt ridiculous for Furina, it was ridiculous this situation.

“…One small part, but after that you have to get me out of Elynas and take care of my injuries.” Was it a good idea to trust Furina? She wasn’t as dangerous as other vision users, but she could betray you and turn you in.

“I promise”

Long ago in the forgotten first lands of Teyvat, the Creator in they benevolence created the first beings, creatures of a splitting image of the Creator were born. Caring for them like children, the Creator sang and gave life to them, the lullaby of Teyvatians, the song of the beginning.

Furina remembers the tales which are as old as time, a god who no longer was remembered for what they looked like and instead for their voice. The Creator, the one who had been asleep for a while, there was a time she questioned if the said god was still even alive?

“When good old friends are going away

Will you wish them to remember your name?

When good old days are passing away

Will you promise your heart remains the same?”

It’s painful to start singing the only song you knew by heart, you learnt the words and rhythm, knew what it was like when the song was sung, maybe that was why when you started singing your heart ache as old memories started opening up.

“Never could we suspend the time

Having to leave the tracks behind

There is a longer way ahead after all”

There it was again… the warmth she felt as she looked towards the sky, the strange feeling of embrace and comfort each time she talked to the Traveler, and now it’s you, your eyes and expressions are telling her a story, one that she doesn’t quite understand yet.

“Furina… I hope you forgive for this.. forget me.”

She can’t seem to remember, she can’t seem to understand, the reason why her tears are falling, the ache she felt now that she’s feeling the warmth you have given her. However… it was more than enough for Furina, your singing and that beautiful expression you’re wearing, even as you yourself are crying, Furina could hear the sincerity, a voice she had long forgotten.

“Do you think we’ll ever meet again?” She held their hand as their blood spread across the white and pale sands, the end of a samsara… is the beginning of another, memories fades.

“Maybe..” the flowers in their shared home has wilted, the journey ending after living for so long, what happened? The question which will never be answered.

“I don’t want you to go!” Fate brought them together, yet it will also tear them apart once more when it deems the stage can still go on for much longer.

“If it’s too hard to say goodbye” A weak hand reaching out to wipe the stray tears away from her face, despite the red blood trail it leaves behind in the progress. A weak smile to mask the painful separation.

“Give us a chance to sing a rhyme” With that the world falls silent once more… the end which happens every *** years, like a dream which you can no longer remember, everything fades to wake up on a morning that washes away the remnants of yesterday.

Oh beloved Creator… why have you abandoned the person who needed you the most?

Jdbdkxndbfix this took so long T^T

Thank for reading the beginning of my series, master list will be added soon

Please reblog + like if you liked it ;-;

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bomberqueen17 · 2 months ago

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how the writing is going

Ok so. LOL. About the only thing I am effectively achieving this week *is* writing, and even that is not really..... I don't have a draft. But I have a whole bunch of sample snippets I've written to try and feel my way through the worldbuilding and discover the sorts of things the characters are likely to be preoccupied with, which is often how I figure out what a plot should be.

The next thing I thought about after dolphins was modes of transport besides sailing ships.

So this is a fairly high-tech society, but they do not have fossil fuels, and they don't have a large-scale power grid. I decided that for aesthetics, but as I'm unpicking my plot, I'm realizing that it makes sense. See, the main driver for all my plot devices is that there's a lot of sun activity-- sunspots, coronal mass ejections, magnetic field anomalies, that sort of shit. A power grid could not survive on a large scale. So all power generation is done in small, local installations-- some very local indeed, panels on rooftops, little waterwheels, tiny wind turbines. Industrial-scale power is generated in hydro plants and used right at the site for hydro-powered manufacturing-- much of it direct hydro-power, not converted to electricity. Just direct drive waterwheel shit. Because the sun can throw whatever shit it wants at the planet and your waterwheel won't notice or care.

That said. Communication over long ranges does pose a significant challenge. You're going to need line-of-sight semaphores and shit, which I had not worldbuilt in the earlier versions but absolutely could add in.

There should be trains, and I haven't really pondered those yet because I need to know more about my geography. Please, god, don't make me draw a map, but I'm gonna have to. Oh well.

But the other thing I thought of and got really excited about was

DIRIGIBLES

It's feasible with technology we currently have, and this is a thing that some large companies are pursuing, to make very large, hydrogen-filled, entirely solar-powered dirigibles for long-distance cargo transportation, faster than ships, the same speed as trucks/trains but more direct, slower than airplanes but INFINITELY lower carbon footprint. And hydrogen is outlawed by the FAA as a lifting gas, not because of the Hindenberg (which had many contributing factors) but because of a Congressional hearing which was presented by the helium lobby in the 20s. Hmmmmm.

A fascinating detail is that you could make a solar-powered lighter-than-air craft operate day and night seamlessly by having a power generation process where some of the day's collected solar energy directly powers the thing, and some of it goes toward... I forget the details but it powers a chemical reaction that, come nightfall, is simply set to reverse itself, which will then release most of the energy that it took to power the reaction in the first place, which you can now use to power your aircraft. Which is not a thing I knew about and I now have to research how that would work because, fascinating.

Anyway. In Fantasy World, there are totally dirigibles, and they're also probably operated by the Navy, and the water-ship sailors fucking hate them, LOL. This will be a wildly entertaining dynamic and I am rubbing my little paws together.

Also.

While feeling sort of brain-dead and stupid, I got a sheet of paper, went through a bunch of lists of historic names and lists of like, suggested baby names from various ethnicities, and I just made lists on this sheet of paper of men's names, women's names, arguably gender-neutral names, and then a huge pile of surnames, and then I sat down with a bullet-pointed list cribbed from the website of the museum of the USS Constitution of all the personnel that would be on a 44-gun frigate ca. 1812, and I first pondered each of the jobs, added some, took some away, came up with my own numbers of how many guys I needed, and then I just sat there and combined the first and last names in aesthetically pleasing ways to generate characters, lightly crossing out ones I'd used. (and sometimes googling them to make sure they're not somebody famous or something, which i always recommend with fictional character creation, especially if you're as oblivious as I am.)

I was unable to resist also coming up with some backstories-- siblings, little work histories, criminal pasts, notable traits, that sort of thing-- for many of the characters.

I did not make up names for every individual person on this ship, which I decided should have a crew of about 150-180, but I made up some names for every position, and considered age and gender as well for all of them.

I will not use many of the characters I've created this way, I'm sure, but the ones with interrelationships will totally somehow get used, and this way as I'm writing if I need a character I can find them already made, and if that person has a defined role, I already know which one and won't lose track of them.

This also got me to consider why people wind up in the jobs they do in this society, what drives them to seek out certain things, and that gave me a lot of background as to what's going on onshore.

I should try to find a list of a dirigible's crew and think about them, too, and build out the train people and routes and whatnot.

I also bought a used older edition on Thriftbooks of The Annapolis Book Of Seamanship and have been reading that with... more interest than I expected actually. I have the 1983 edition and it has a really moving little plea to let the women on your ship also learn to sail because it is foolish to relegate them to the kitchen when if only they were taught how it works, they could save you all in an emergency. LOL I wonder if that's worded differently in the updated new version or not.

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sassenach77yle · 29 days ago

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7x13 “HELLO, GOODBYE”

“CAN YOU TELL when Jem’s at school?” “Yes. He goes on da bus.” Mandy bounced a little on her booster seat, leaning to peer out the window. She was wearing the Halloween mask Bree had helped her make, this being a mouse princess: a mouse face drawn with crayons on a paper plate, with holes pierced for eyes and at either side for pink yarn ties, pink pipe cleaners glued on for whiskers, and a precarious small crown made with cardboard, more glue, and most of a bottle of gold glitter.

Scots celebrated Samhain with hollowed-out turnips with candles in them, but Brianna had wanted a slightly more festive tradition for her half-American children. The whole seat sparkled as though the car had been sprinkled with pixie dust.

She smiled, despite her worry.

“I meant, if you played warmer, colder with Jem, could you do it if he wasn’t answering you out loud? Would you know if he was closer or farther away?”

Mandy kicked the back of the seat in meditative fashion. “Maybe.” “Can you try?” They were headed toward Inverness.

That was where Jem was supposed to be, spending the night with Rob Cameron’s nephew.

“Okay,” Mandy said agreeably. She hadn’t asked where Rob Cameron was. Brianna spared a thought as to the fate of her prisoner. She really would shoot him through the ankles, elbows, knees, or anything else necessary to find out where Jem was—but if there were quieter ways of interrogation, it would be better all round. It wouldn’t be good for Jem and Mandy to have their mother sent to prison for life, particularly if Roger—She choked that thought off and stepped harder on the gas.

“Colder,” Mandy announced, so suddenly that Brianna nearly stalled the car. “What? Do you mean we’re getting farther away from where Jemmy is?” “Uh-huh.”

Brianna took a deep breath and made a U-turn, narrowly avoiding an oncoming panel truck, which hooted at them in annoyance.

“Right,” she said, gripping the wheel with sweaty hands. “We’ll go the other way.”

26 WARMER, COLDER ~Written in my own heart's blood

IT WAS GETTING late; they passed fewer and fewer cars on the road, and Mandy’s head began to nod. The mouse-princess mask had ridden up on top of her head, its pipe-cleaner whiskers poking up like antennae. Seeing this in the rearview mirror, Brianna had a sudden vision of Mandy as a tiny radar station, scanning the bleak countryside for Jem’s small, pulsing signal. Could she? She shook her head, not to dispel the notion but to keep her mind from slipping all the way out of reality. The adrenaline of her earlier rage and terror had all drained away; her hands shook a little on the steering wheel, and the darkness around them seemed vast, a yawning void that would swallow them in an instant if she stopped driving, if the feeble beam of the headlights ceased . . . “Warm,” Mandy murmured sleepily. “What, baby?” She’d heard but was too hypnotized by the effort of keeping her eyes on the road to take it in consciously. “Warm . . . er.” Mandy struggled upright, cross. The yarn ties of her mask were stuck in her hair, and she made a high-pitched cranky noise as she yanked at them. Brianna pulled carefully onto the verge, set the hand brake, and, reaching back, began to disentangle the mask. “You mean we’re going toward Jem?” she asked, careful to keep her voice from trembling. “Uh-huh.” Free of the nuisance, Mandy yawned hugely and flung out a hand toward the window. “Mmp.” She put her head down on her arms and whined sleepily. Bree swallowed, closed her eyes, then opened them, looking carefully in the direction Mandy had pointed. There was no road . . . but there was, and with a trickle of ice water down her spine, she saw the small brown sign that said: SERVICE ROAD. NO PUBLIC ACCESS. NORTH OF SCOTLAND HYDRO ELECTRIC BOARD. Loch Errochty dam. The tunnel. “Damn!” said Brianna, and stomped the gas, forgetting the hand brake. The car jumped and stalled, and Mandy sat bolt upright, eyes glazed and wide as a sun-stunned owl’s. “Iss we home yet?”[...]

WHASSAT, MUMMY? Mummy, I scared, I SCARED!”

“And you think I’m not?” Bree said under her breath, heart in her mouth. “It’s okay, baby,” she said aloud, and pressed her foot to the floor. “We’re just going to get Jem.”

The car slewed to a stop on the gravel, and she leapt out but dithered for a moment, needing urgently to rush toward the building, where sirens and lights were going off over an open door at the side, but unable to leave Mandy alone in the car. She could hear the rush of water down the spillway.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” she said, hastily undoing the seat belt. “That’s right, here, let me carry you . . .” Even as she spoke, she was looking here, there, from the lights into the darkness, every nerve she had screaming that her son was here, he was here, he had to be . . . rushing water . . . her mind filled with horror, thinking of Jem falling into the spillway, or Jem in the service tunnel—God, why hadn’t she gone there first? Of course Rob Cameron would have put him there, he had the keys, he . . . but the lights, the sirens . . . She’d almost made it—at a dead run, impeded only slightly by thirty pounds of toddler—when she saw a big man at the edge of the drive, thrashing through the bushes with a stick or something, cursing a blue streak. “What do you think you’re doing?” she bellowed. Mandy, alarmed anew, let out a screech like a scalded baboon, and the man jumped, whirling to face them, stick raised. “What the bleedin’ hell are you doing here?” he said, so taken aback that he spoke almost normally. “You’re supposed to be—”

Bree had peeled Mandy off. Setting her daughter down behind her, she prepared to take the man apart with her bare hands, if necessary. Evidently this intent showed, because the man dropped the stick and abruptly vanished into the darkness. Then flashing lights washed over the drive and she realized that it wasn’t her own aspect that had frightened him. Mandy was clinging to her leg, too frightened even to wail anymore. Bree picked her up, patting her gently, and turned to face the two police officers who were advancing cautiously toward her, hands on their batons. She felt wobbly-legged and dreamlike, things fading in and out of focus with the strobing lights. The rush of tons of falling water filled her ears. “Mandy,” she said into her daughter’s warm curly hair, her own voice almost drowned out by the sirens.

“Can you feel Jem? Please tell me you can feel him.”

“Here I am, Mummy,” said a small voice behind her. Convinced she was hallucinating, she lifted a restraining hand toward the police officers and pivoted slowly round. Jem was standing on the drive six feet away, dripping wet, plastered with dead leaves, and swaying like a drunk.

Then she was sitting splay-legged on the gravel, a child clutched in each arm, trying hard not to shake, so they wouldn’t notice. She didn’t start to sob, though, until Jemmy lifted a tearstained face from her shoulder and said, “Where’s Daddy?”

30 LIGHTS, ACTION, SIRENS~Written in my own heart's blood

#outlander #the frasers #outlander series #outlanderedit #outlander starz #outlander fanart #outlander book #outlander books #outlander season 7b #outlander 7x13 #sophie skelton #brianna mackenzie #themackenziesarehere

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heeee-hoooo · 2 years ago

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SAGAU: 4 MORE OR LESS PT. 5

Let's pretend I didn't die for like a year JDKSJDJ

let's dive back in!!

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The group is back and still fucking insane. /pos

they found insane in events, try to one up each other with minigames, the usual

+a new friend who joins in sometimes to either just watch or join in the fun!

Let's give some love to (some of) the characters I haven't written abt, shall we?

Alhaitham

Diluc has a new person to suffer with

"He could park that big Mac truck right in this li-" "shut"

Diluc and Alhaitham would be used a lot in the same team!

Diluc, watching them simp over Alhaitham: first time?

Tighnari & Cyno

They fucking adore these mfs ngl

Because at least 2 of them could fit Cyno or Tighnari interchangeablely

"Where do bees keep their documents?" "... Bees don't have docume-" "In the arc-hives" "SHUT U-"

Cyno would love learning new jokes and explaining them to Tighnari

And Tighnari would be fond of everyone's sass

Goofy little guys for sure

Wanderer

"REDEMPTION ARC FR!!"

Very happy he's finally playable, but one character is a bit salty they couldn't have his og design be at least optional

They would have so much fun goofing around with his skill and he would be amused asf

"It's over, Romeo! I have the high ground!!" "GET UR ASS DOWN HERE WE HAVE A FLOWER TO FIGHT"

Dehya

"Mommy? Sorry- mommy? Sorry-"

At least one of them whaled for her

"was it even worth it-" "FUCK YOU SHE'S BEAUTIFUL!!"

Taking Dehya to the desert to get her ascension materials <33

She'd probably worry if they don't care for themselves enough, maybe do less or more dmg to encourage those guys to take a break?

Extras!!

Using Wanderer, Keqing, Zhongli, and Venti to visit higher areas

During Childe boss fight, they move the fight to where all the mora is and Childe is very confused

New skins... But no money......

Full archon team!! The archon appreciate the extra time to talk amongst themselves

New bosses, new chaos

"GOD DAMN IT WHY DIDN'T ANYONE PICK A HYDRO CHAR" "we don't have any good ones!" "and you decide to use PYRO AGAINST PYRO?!"

Scaramouche boss fight is fun

"How dare you? Have you no dignity?" "We don't do shit with dignity!"

"Do you.. Wanna rephrase tha-" "I know what I said >:("

more soon!

#sagau #sagau brainrot #sagau alhaitham #sagau fluff #sagau tighnari #sagau dehya #sagau cyno #hirocanwrite #sagau: 4mol

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beardedmrbean · 5 months ago

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New Zealand has serious problems with its power supply. There are three underlying reasons: the weather, a flawed electricity market and a drive for ‘net zero’.

Sixty-five per cent of New Zealand’s electricity is provided by hydropower, and the remainder by geothermal, gas, coal, wind and some solar. Though hydropower is often seen as the one form of renewable energy which is not plagued by intermittency of supply, it sadly isn’t true. In a dry year, hydro’s ability to deliver falls away, and we lose about 10 per cent of our generation. In the past, we always tried to have the hydro reservoirs and coal stockpile full by the end of summer to guard against this possibility. When we switched to an electricity market, this was forgotten.

This year, we failed to refill the reservoirs, and levels are now unusually low. We are muddling along for the moment, but this is a difficult position from which to recover and there are likely to be blackouts at some point in the future.

The ability of our fossil fuel power stations to step into the gap has been severely restricted. We used to get 20 per cent of our electricity from gas-fired power stations, but six years ago, as part of their decarbonisation policy, the previous government banned further gas exploration, and we are now desperately short of gas. The new government is encouraging new exploration but we won’t see the results for several years.

We also have a single coal fired station with insufficient coal in its stockpile because our electricity market does not pay for the cost of maintaining an adequate stockpile.

The situation has been made worse by poor market design. New Zealand was one of the pioneers of electricity markets, and chose a risky model which has proved to be seriously flawed.

As a result, the problems this year have led to wholesale market prices rising to ridiculous levels of as much as £1/kWh. This has already caused some factories to shut down; others are under threat. The politicians are beginning to realise that the energy crisis could have serious effects on consumers, and there is speculation that they will be forced to intervene. This could mean instructing our gas and coal-fired power stations to run flat out day and night – which won’t make much difference because of the lack of fuel. Failing this, the only solution in the short term is rolling blackouts. and a public conservation campaign.

How did we get to this situation?

Firstly, the electricity market is simply not fit for purpose. The underlying propositions are that ‘electricity is a commodity like any other’ and that ‘when the price goes up, the demand goes down’. But electricity is not a commodity like any other, because it does not have an alternative or significant price elasticity. It isn’t a market that Adam Smith would recognise. As two departing CEOs said, the way to make money is to keep the system on the edge of a shortage. Which means that disaster is inevitable if a dry year occurs. And that is exactly what has happened.

The blind pursuit of ‘Net Zero’, has driven the closing down of gas exploration and the desire to shut down our coal fired station, even though it is doing a vital job in keeping the lights on.

The long-term problem

There has now been some rain on the hydro lakes and we are temporarily out of danger – assisted by the fact that the power companies have paid a stiff price to a major industrial gas user to shut down so that they can have its supplies.

But the long-term problem is still there: empty storage lakes that need to be refilled, not a lot of snow pack to melt in the springtime, declining supplies of gas, and the need to import 30 shiploads of coal and truck it to the power station. None can be achieved in the time available. The imminent shutdown of a 380 MW combined cycle power station, because it cannot find a secure gas supply for the next 20 years or so, adds to the problem.

Instead we are placing our faith in more wind and solar power. The price will skyrocket when it is in short supply, but that will not help the wind and solar farms’ accounts as that is when they have very little to sell. When wind and sun are abundant, prices will crash. This means that the wind and solar farms under construction and planned will not make enough money to pay for their construction and operation. New Zealand does not directly subsidise wind and solar power so we can’t even be sure that the generators will continue building them.

To be economic, wind and solar must be supported by low-cost long-term storage for days, weeks and months.There is no technology that can deliver this right now. New Zealand’s hydro reservoirs have huge capacity – approaching 10 per cent of a year’s electricity supply – but this storage capacity is already fully required to deal with the annual variations in hydro output. It cannot be used to back up solar and wind. Batteries simply can’t be used at national grid scales: they are too expensive by a factor of 50 or so.

Worse still the expectation is that electricity demand is going to increase rapidly, driven by domestic and industrial heat and road transport being electrified (although the extent to which this will actually happen in the face of rising power prices is debatable). Whether electric heating and transport arrive or not, we are already getting more and more data centres, which are a 24-hour per day load and need a reliable supply.

So the load will go up but we will be less able to keep the lights on when wind and solar are not delivering. Australia is 2000 km away, so there is no chance of importing from there, even if they did have power to spare, which they don’t.

We could build more geothermal stations, but that takes time, especially as the oil rigs they need to drill production wells have all departed overseas. There is probably 1000 MW so of identified geothermal potential, and there is the possibility that more could be found with exploration. But this is not a quick solution.

The only quick solution is to buy gas turbines and run them on diesel: not a nice prospect.

In the long-term we could consider more hydro generation, but that is blocked by many environmentalists, even though there is probably 2000 MW of potential left in the South Island. For those who do not believe in dangerous carbon-driven climate change – or who consider that atmospheric carbon levels will rise beyond desirable levels anyway due to China and India and that it is therefore pointless for Western nations to spend huge sums reducing their emissions – more coal and gas generation are an obvious solution but they are not quick.

For those who believe that man-made global warming is real and dangerous, and that it is worthwhile for the Western nations to cut emissions alone, we could be urgently considering nuclear power. This is the only practical and economic way of having reliable electric power with low carbon emissions. I suspect that in spite of a long-held opposition to nuclear armed and propelled ships, the New Zealand public are more sympathetic to nuclear power than they are believed to be.

Whatever happens, New Zealand faces a very uncertain situation in the next few years with an increasing risk of major shortages and a major increase in domestic electricity prices.

The implications for other countries

I suspect that this is the writing on the wall for all countries that have pursued net zero and ignored the importance of keeping the lights on at a reasonable price. The UK is already relying on interconnectors for about 10 per cent of its electricity and would be in serious trouble if Europe was unable to provide backup power when UK wind and solar are not delivering.

For as long as Europe and other countries have net zero as a prime objective, electricity blackouts and high prices are inevitable. As we are planning to make our entire society electrically powered, this is a bleak prospect.

#nunyas news #nice to let them be the test bed for now at least #I suppose #sucks for them

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