#i get it - it's easier to shoot and produce and market

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Loy Kaew First Love looks super interesting and I really hope they can get it made (but pls pls with a different camera that isn't as distracting). Let 2025 be the year of grounded BLs whose characters don't constantly flaunt their wealth by way of hilarious death stairs. 🙏

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So in the same way that Gun Control doesn't make sense because murder is already illegal, a Porn Ban doesn't make sense because it's already illegal to subject people to kidnapping, trafficking, rape, and coercion to sign consent forms?

So does the argument also go that, just as the freedom to own guns reduces the likelihood of gun-related crimes because criminals fear getting shot by armed victims or bystanders, the freedom to produce porn reduces the likelihood of criminals disguising their operation as a legitimate business?

Banning the porn industry would drive it into the black market, where it could no longer serve as cover for the black market of sexual slavery.

Sexual slavery continues as a black market one way or the other, but we still ban slavery anyway, and I would hope such a ban must reduce the prevalence of sexual slavery.

Would the legitimate industry of buying and selling guns, or any other machine, serve as easily as a cover for buying and selling human beings?

But if we didn't outright ban the porn industry, what's the simplest, least invasive way for the government to regulate the porn industry for the purpose of ensuring women aren't being essentially enslaved under the cover of a legitimate business?

Though even if we recognize that contracts can be signed under coercion, should that be a concern aimed only at porn studios?

Not that I can think of other industries with such incentives to coerce contracts... outside of perhaps human medical experiments, but I have a hard time imagining that has the same potential to be a wide-spread problem. (It must be easier to throw together a profitable porn shoot than a rigorous study into the side-effects of some drug.)

As for protecting adults against using porn or deciding to get into the porn industry, perhaps THOSE are matters for culture and community and personal responsibility, NOT for law.

I think people should not look to the law to protect themselves from their own bad decisions, but only from OTHER people's bad decisions.

And when you look into using the law to protect OTHER people from their own bad decisions, the conversation has moved into the dangerous realm of forced institutionalization at the discretion of the government.

So in the same way that Gun Control doesn't make sense because murder is already illegal, a Porn Ban doesn't make sense because it's already illegal to subject people to kidnapping, trafficking, rape, and coercion to sign consent forms?

Yes.

So does the argument also go that, just as the freedom to own guns reduces the likelihood of gun-related crimes because criminals fear getting shot by armed victims or bystanders, the freedom to produce porn reduces the likelihood of criminals disguising their operation as a legitimate business?

Yes, but that's beside the point. Porn, it its core, is no different from any other kind of media. It's just more explicit. Media is always covered under free speech, because media is the expression of an idea. Even if that idea is "MILFs should get dicked down by BBC" it's still an idea. When you ban porn, you're stifling a specific kind of speech. Just like all gun control is infringement, even "common sense" gun control, a porn ban would violate both the first amendment and the ideals of free speech.

Banning the porn industry would drive it into the black market, where it could no longer serve as cover for the black market of sexual slavery. Sexual slavery continues as a black market one way or the other, but we still ban slavery anyway, and I would hope such a ban must reduce the prevalence of sexual slavery.

Porn =/= sexual slavery. Even if the majority of porn stars were being forced into it (spoilers: they're not) that still wouldn't make porn itself slavery. The same way the prevalence of chattel slavery among black people in the 19th century US didn't make all black laborers slaves. The same way guns being used to commit murders don't make all guns murder weapons by default. Definitions matter.

But if we didn't outright ban the porn industry, what's the simplest, least invasive way for the government to regulate the porn industry for the purpose of ensuring women aren't being essentially enslaved under the cover of a legitimate business?

The same way any other crime is dealt with: investigate and make arrests if a crime is found. It's not perfect, and criminals and victims will slip through the cracks, but that's true for every crime. You can't have perfect safety without sacrificing your rights and freedoms. It's a very delicate balance that can, by its nature, never truly be perfected. All we can do is err on the side of not giving up our rights to a government that has proven conclusively it will never give them back and will take a mile when we give them an inch.

Though even if we recognize that contracts can be signed under coercion, should that be a concern aimed only at porn studios? Not that I can think of other industries with such incentives to coerce contracts... outside of perhaps human medical experiments, but I have a hard time imagining that has the same potential to be a wide-spread problem. (It must be easier to throw together a profitable porn shoot than a rigorous study into the side-effects of some drug.)

I'm not quite sure what you mean by this. I want to say something about what constitutes coercion. Because there's a huge difference between "I'm being forced against my will to sign this contract and participate in an activity" and "I need the money so I'm going to do something I normally wouldn't even consider". The former is absolutely immoral and illegal. But the latter...not so much. It's a shitty situation, but saying that financial needs are, by default, coercion echoes the communist talking points about capitalism being slavery because people need to work to survive. And that's nonsense. People always need to do unpleasant things in order to survive. That's just a fact of existence. If someone signs an contract to shoot a video, shoots the video, then doesn't get paid, yeah that's wrong, but that's not coercion and it's already illegal. But if someone signs a contract to shoot a video, shoots the video, gets paid, and then is ashamed of what they did to earn money...I sympathize, but they still chose to do what they did and they got paid. Sorry, but regret is not coercion anymore than regret is rape. And again, the presence of abuse in an industry is no excuse to ban the industry. There are farms and construction companies that hire illegals to work for well below the minimum wage, but no one suggest banning farming or construction.

But like I said, I'm not sure what your point is here, so if this doesn't address it, send me another ask about it and I'll do my best.

As for protecting adults against using porn or deciding to get into the porn industry, perhaps THOSE are matters for culture and community and personal responsibility, NOT for law. I think people should not look to the law to protect themselves from their own bad decisions, but only from OTHER people's bad decisions. And when you look into using the law to protect OTHER people from their own bad decisions, the conversation has moved into the dangerous realm of forced institutionalization at the discretion of the government.

This we definitely agree on. I think there needs to be more awareness of the potential dangers of porn. Both in consuming it too much or at too young an age, or participating in making it. I think there needs to be more studies done and I think, as a culture, we need to stop treating sex as a commodity. Especially when it comes to young people. But all of that is something that needs to happen from the ground up, not the top down. All banning porn does is invite the government to regulate even more of our lives and hand over the entire porn industry to criminals, as evidenced by what happened during prohibition. And I consider both of those things to be more dangerous than porn ever could be.

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Sydney Street Files: Starting your journey…

Alright, so you want to get your street photography game up and running. What are some things to consider before getting started.

I’d like to start off with a list of things you should be doing when you start, and some things you shouldn’t do. This is just based on my own personal experience, so leave a comment below if you’d like me to address something else some other time that I may have missed. I’d love to hear your thoughts!

Inspiration always has a starting point, but should never have an endpoint

Start by looking at other creators’ work on Instagram, Flickr, and other photo-sharing websites, using hashtags like #streetphotography (fun, right?) and location tags to guide you along the way. This is an easy and simple step to get your creative juices flowing, and you never know what your inspiration point will be.

Never stop looking for inspiration. Take time before and after a shoot to look at your peer’s work. See what you can improve on by looking at your own photos and comparing it to others.

Make sure to compare and critique your work to that of other creators, but don’t discount your progress afterward. Every creative journey takes time, and you can’t expect to improve overnight. Even the most experienced photographers are still learning every single day.

Research, research, research!

Like with all good things in life, content creation takes time. Put in the hard work to advance your skills and your content will improve along the way.

I will link below some of the biggest influences throughout my creative journey. Most of them don’t even specialise in street photography, but I owe a lot to them as they have taught me so much along the way.

Learning from a wide array of creators can build interest in other forms of photography too. Putting in the time to research other forms of media like video and animation content can help you improve your photography, editing, and marketing skills. Lord knows I have struggled with marketing, and I will get into that in a dedicated blog post sometime down the road.

Here are just a few of the creators I owe a lot to:

James Popsys - Awesomely inspiring landscape and travel photography videos and gear content

North Borders - Aussie, car photography, street photography, sick night shots. What more could you want?

Ted Forbes - This man is an encyclopedia for all things photography, and his content is beautifully crafted. He is clearly a student of photography before anything else

Hiroshi Hamaya - A Japense photography legend. His political photographs are incredibly shot and have been in the back of my mind when shooting protests

Bruce Gilden - If anyone is going to teach you about confidence, it’s Bruce Gilden. Realism and confrontation at its finest

Reward yourself through goal setting

Some of the goals that I set for myself on a daily shoot have reaped instant rewards, while others haven’t. Each trip out onto the streets should have one or several goals in mind. Some of my favourite shots were produced on days when I planned out exactly which photos I wanted to capture beforehand.

Below is a plan I set for myself on my notebook, which sits in my pocket all day with a pen so I can scratch each point off one by one. It helps me focus on what I want to achieve, as well as cutting down my editing time. It’s also important to note that I have found a physical notebook is easier to track your goals than apps on your phone. Each time you check your pocket, your notebook is there to help you refocus, but the same can’t be said about the distraction box nearby.

Plan Example One

go to [location]

3 photos focusing on capturing strong white light and dark shadows

3 photos have to include a person interacting with their environment

Plan Example Two

go to 3 different locations

5 photos have to include a person interacting with their environment

5 photos focusing on the architecture of the area

shoot away from the sun and avoid the skyline

Plan Example Three: plan days around social and political events in the areas you love to shoot. Apply your street photography skills to take unique photos of these events

group shots

shots of speakers

shots of protesters with signs

candid and posed photography: these events are great places to ask a person for a photo, because the vibe is usually pretty open and friendly. You will find that people are much more comfortable in this kind of setting so seeing a camera will phase less of your subjects

select images to be in black and white, and others to be in colour. Shoot with this in mind too

These are just a couple of random examples I have thrown together of what you can write in your notebook. Don’t let your plan stop you from taking a photo of something you find interesting, even if it doesn’t align with these goals, because you might end up missing the perfect shot.

Rule the gear, don’t let the gear rule you

Gear is beautiful. We all love cameras, lenses, and accessories. The way a camera looks and how they feel in your hand can influence your photography in a big way, but don’t let gear influence your entire creative journey.

Experimenting with different gear is part of the process, but don’t expect results to come simply because you’ve just purchased the best camera or lens on the market. There are absolutely zero reasons why the camera or phone you have on you now can’t be used to create inspiring content. Aim to study the basics first and grow from there.

At one point I found that my love of gear was holding back my growth as a street and landscape photographer. It affected my progress so much that I downgraded several times to force myself back into good habits. Live within your means and learn the basics before you decide to progress any further, otherwise, the joy of photography may get lost along the way.

Trust me when I say this: the excitement of new tech can wear off very quickly if you don’t put the time in to learn how to use it properly. This takes time, but 20 minutes a day of skills-based learning can do you a world of good in the long term. The brain is a muscle, and you need to exercise it regularly to work yourself up to becoming a good or even great photographer.

If you’re proud of the work you have produced, share it

This blog is a personal project. I am using it to break out of my shell and share some of my proudest photography moments that I have been too nervous to share with the world. Whether these moments are good or bad in another person’s eye, that shouldn’t hold me back from sharing work I have put hours and hours into producing.

Don’t make the same mistakes I have. I went to Japan, took some (subjectively) great photographs, and barely any of the photos have been shared out of fear of the unknown. Anxiety surrounding your work is normal, but don’t let it hold you back from sharing it on social media or your website because you’re afraid of judgment.

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That's been rattling in my brain a bit. I think a big part of that was distance to the audience.

HIMYM was a pretty closed off thing. Yeah, it was big and all, but there was barely anything to grab onto and have a conversation about. Talking from a mainstream cultural perspective:

GoT had it's houses people would sort themselves into. HIMYM had Neil Patrick Harris as pretty much THE character that carried the show. Mostly because it was good enough for the rest of the cast to just bounce off of them specifically. I'd bet that more people could quote all house slogans of GoT than tell you more than one significant difference character difference between *has to check wikipedia* Ted and Marshall. Hell, I barely watched both series equally much (a few episodes at a friend's place) and even I can tell you that the House Stark had a wolf as their crest. There is a level of branding and emotional investment expected in GoT and (likely) actively avoided in HIMYM.

The second major difference is merch. GoT had merch versions of EVERYTHING. Without looking them up now, I'd wager GoT had their own Monopoly set, blind bags, funkos, maybe even a TTRPG or other niche market product. If they felt extra spicy, they might've even made a video game? What did HIMYM have in comparison? What COULD they have that would go beyond the logo so you can tell people you like the show? I can't remember ever hearing any catch phrase that entered the zeitgeist. Definitely none that I'd immediately connect with HIMYM. Fuck, Big Bang Theory at least had BAZINGA! There was no real emotional connection to the series for most watchers. And I assume, that was by design.

I'm gonna get unnecessarily deep into some real meta stuff under the cut, so if you're leaving the train here, leave with this hypothesis: HIMYM needed to stay background noise or else they could not have been producing the show for as long as they did. You wanna know what that means? Come with me into the wonderful world that lies beyond:

The big restriction of episodic TV and especially sitcom type media is you can not leave the start of the episode by the end. By which I mean, episodes are produced in a way that a casual watcher can expect the characters to be the same at the start of ep 01 and ep 126. The Simpsons could not have Bart age, the Golden Girls could not have one of them die, The Nanny could not be permanently fired/find a different job. Yes, there are some changes you can make, but those have to keep the character and central tension at the same place. The Nanny (spoiler) did at some point kinda sorta actually hook up with her boss, but it was treated as a very off-and-on relationship if memory serves. Their professional lives and power imbalance was still the biggest obstacle. Bart has to stay young to be mischievious. His pranks would hit a lot differently (both for the character and their effect on others) if he was 17 or older.

Things like this are a necessity to air the show in effective perpetuity. Any major change MUST be explainable by a sentence or two at most. Because that way, you as the audience know exactly what to expect and the writers can't stray so far out of character that the next episode's writer struggles to tell their story. That is the reality of the business of these shows: Writers, more often than not, would write individual episode scripts instead of season spanning archs.

That also makes it way easier on the actors. If you change the character or base conflict regularly, you are causing your actors to need a lot more prep to deliver the change to the needed quality. That's just not possible, since these shows generally give the actors the script the day they shoot it. Being able to act in those conditions is a very specialized skill you have to pull off. It's one of the big reasons you don't really see soap/sitcom main cast in anything else, even after the show has ended (NPH being the exception that proves the rule)

Coming back to HIMYM. They likely targeted being background noise. If I remember correctly, around the time that they began, a lot of established soaps/sitcoms were either finished or going into their last seasons. While audience tastes were changing, there was a gap in the market. A gap that could be exploited if it drew as many people into watching it regularly as possible. For that, they needed to be knowingly bland. No major edges, no big drama, no strong emotional core. They were specifically riding on two things: The titular mystery and being just interesting enough for people not to flick away when it was on.

Which is entirely opposite to GoT and why it's actually very puzzling why it washed away as it did. GoT had an incredibly dedicated and active fanbase. Yeah, the ending was shit, but that would generally mean people would be loud about it being shit. How they'd fix it, what exactly went wrong, "watch until Ep. X and then stop watching, that's a better ending". That certainly happened, but it left no mark. It's like the fans were ashamed of ever liking the show.

So, there you have it. The thoughts of someone who grew up with sitcoms and now wants to tell people how insane it actually is for sitcom characters to live for 20 minutes more-or-less Groundhog style instead of us getting a momentary glimpse into their life.

remember how utterly inescapable how i met your mother used to be with the memes and references and barney and bro code and wait for it... and then the finale was so hated it vanished overnight

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Short Videos, Big Results for Law Firms

Videos Humanize Law Firms and Build Trust Recent surveys show that 90% of clients say video helps them evaluate legal service credibility and professionalism. Video marketing is a proven way for attorney websites and social media to educate and attract modern clients. Why Law Firms Should Embrace Video Content Well-crafted legal videos offer many benefits: Improved SEO Optimized videos can drive website traffic and search visibility. Simpler Alternative to Blogs Short videos are easier to produce than written content. Social Media Engagement Videos tend to get shared significantly more on social platforms. Short-Form Video's Growing Impact How we consume information has transformed with technological advancements. Short videos excelling at quickly conveying digestible content in an engaging format have gained immense popularity. This trend now extends to the legal industry, as attorneys recognize platforms like YouTube Shorts and Facebook Reels present new opportunities to connect with potential clients. Enhancing Online Presence These sites offer lawyers the ability to showcase expertise through valuable legal insights, establish thought leadership, and foster brand awareness by creating informational and shareable short videos. With fewer lawyer competitors currently leveraging short-form video, now is an ideal time for firms to capitalize and tailor video strategies to the unique user preferences of each platform’s audience. Well-Suited for Busy Viewers The concise, attention-grabbing nature of short videos makes them a great vehicle for lawyers to convey key messages to time-pressed audiences. Rather than lengthy written content, short videos allow making an impact quickly. Let me know if you would like me to modify anything in this rewrite to better fit the context! I aimed to focus it on opportunities and benefits to law firms from short videos. Creating Great Legal Marketing Videos The key is keeping videos focused, authentic, and helpful: Keep it Brief Aim for 1-2 minutes maximum. Cover one specific topic or question. Offer Legal Tips and Insights Provide specific, valuable legal help or information. Show Your Attorneys Film videos with actual lawyers from your firm to humanize your brand. Optimize for SEO Include meta titles, tags, and transcripts so videos can be found online. Promote Your Content Embed videos on the website and share them across social media channels. The following is a DRAMATIZATION AND IS NOT AN ACTUAL EVENT: One firm posted a video series: "5 Things To Do After Your Car Accident.” They filmed personal injury attorneys at their firm discussing each tip. The videos drove tons of traffic from YouTube and website visitors increased by 15%. Getting Started with Video Marketing Dipping your toe into legal video marketing is simpler than you realized. Here are some first steps: Set Objectives Define your goals from video marketing, like website traffic, rankings, and conversions. Track progress. Find a Location A home office, conference room, or legal library with good lighting can work great for a DIY legal video shoot. Prepare a Script and Questions An outline keeps your videos focused, on-brand, and your attorneys sounding natural. The following is a DRAMATIZATION AND IS NOT AN ACTUAL EVENT: One firm struggled with rambling testimonial interviews. After scripting questions out before their next client video, they helped the subject stay on topic and their conversion rates increased after posting it. FAQs 1. What equipment do we need? Modern smartphones can produce quality legal videos. Lighting and lavalier mics also help. 2. How much do videos cost? For DIY videos, costs are less than $500 for entry-level gear. Professional production with legal video marketing firms ranges from $1,000-$5,000. 3. What content works best? Tips, law explanations, attorney/staff profiles, and client testimonials make engaging legal video topics. Now that you have amazing legal videos, promote them across channels: Feature on Website and Blog Embed videos on relevant pages and blog posts. Link to the videos in content. Share on Social Media Upload natively on platforms like Facebook, LinkedIn, and Instagram. Insert eye-catching custom thumbnails. Leverage Paid Ads Run paid campaigns highlighting top videos to expand reach. Retarget visitors who watched part of a video. The following is a DRAMATIZATION AND IS NOT AN ACTUAL EVENT: One personal injury firm drove over 600 contact form submissions in a month thanks to Facebook ads showcasing their accident advice videos to local traffic. Ready to Level Up Your Legal Marketing? Take the Next Step with Law Firm Video With strategic video marketing, you can humanize your law practice while establishing expertise and credibility. Let's explore how custom legal videos can benefit your firm. Contact us to start boosting your online visibility today! Read the full article

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Did You Know The Product Photography Tips You Can Use Today?

Most product photographers and studio managers want to know:

How can I stay more organized?

How can I shoot more products in a day?

What techniques can I use to produce consistent, high-quality images?

What tools are available to me?

What software can help me automate repetitive tasks?

Product photography is divided into percentages, which might be on a good day. Suppose your business is taking marketing images of $30,000 watches that will appear in fashion magazines and billboards. That single, fantastic image that took two days to capture with two assistants is all art.

But the focus is mostly science for in-house photography studios that take hundreds of images daily. Why not ask a Manchester product photography professional? The science of product photography focuses on studio setup, production, workflows, automation, equipment, resources, and software. Simply put, the mantra for in-house product photography should be Good images, fast!

This post will summarize the ultimate tips to help you operate efficiently and produce quality product images. 

Let's get into it!

Plan Ahead

Efficient studios are organized! You should know each day and each week what you are shooting. Plan your photography stations (small, large, and specialized), studio space, product shipments, and more. Planning paves the way for consistent production rates and image quality. Plan, you and your boss will be glad you did!

Know Your Image Views

Part of the planning process is to group products by their required image views. This is important because different views require significantly different camera and lighting setups.

Changing your camera and lights is time-consuming; minimize this whenever you can. Group your products by the views, e.g., the ones that need top and bottom views are grouped, as are the ones that need close-ups views. This grouping takes time, but you will be far more productive in the long run, and your image quality will improve.

Give Space

Bumping into lights and camera stands, laying out the product on the table, tripping over everything, contorting your body, twisting around to hold the product while looking at the computer screen, and so on. One of the best ways to alleviate these frustrations is "SPACE."

The more space your studio has, the better. Space allows you to create stations for your product workflows, move your lights easier and faster, access your computer and monitors during and after photography, and position your product on the table quickly. Adequate space makes you more productive and is a better environment to work in.

Implement Product Flows

Product photography involves moving products from receiving to prepping to photography to waiting for image approval to return. Maintaining a smooth and systematic product flow from stage to stage is essential. Try to create an efficient product flow that focuses on:

Minimizing product handling

Lots of space to move about the studio

Easy to find products you need

Ask your Manchester product photographer; working in an organized studio is great, and in a chaotic one is a nightmare!

Keep Everything Clean

The challenge here is that many in-house studios are in industrial environments, which are inherently dusty and dirty. You can do your bit to keep your studio clean, like:

Situate the studio in a vacant room close to the products.

If you need to be in the central area, locate the studio out of the facility traffic.

Clean the studio regularly.

Maintain your photography equipment carefully.

Well, there you have it! Blank Canvas Ink can help you produce higher-quality product images with efficient and productive photography tips.

To know more about photography tips, find a professional to help and guide you every step of the way.

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Are Dslr Cameras Going Away

Hey everyone, I'm here to talk about the current state of DSLR cameras and if they're going away. It's a question that has been on many photographers minds for some time now - are DSLRs still worth buying? With all the advancements in camera technology over the past few years, it can be hard to keep up! In this article, we'll look at whether or not DSLRs are becoming obsolete and what the future may hold for them. We'll also discuss why people might want to consider investing in one, despite other options available.

The Impact Of Mirrorless Cameras

I've been a photographer for many years, and I remember when digital SLR cameras first hit the market. They were revolutionary in terms of image quality and lens selection, making them an instant success with professional photographers. However, they were expensive, which limited their use to those who could afford it.

In recent years, mirrorless cameras have become increasingly popular due to advances in technology that allow them to offer comparable image quality and lens selection at more affordable prices. Many professionals now prefer to use these smaller, lighter cameras as they are easier to carry around on shoots without sacrificing any of the features or performance of DSLRs. The impact of mirrorless cameras on the photography industry can't be overstated; they have made top-of-the-line equipment accessible to a wider range of consumers than ever before. As a result, both amateur and professional photographers are able to take advantage of new technologies and explore their creativity like never before.

Pros And Cons Of Dslrs

I'm sure you've noticed that mirrorless cameras have started to become more popular than DSLRs. But are DSLRs going away? Well, there are some pros and cons of each type of camera - so let's take a look. When it comes to image quality, DSLRs still reign supreme in terms of resolution and low-light performance. This is due to their larger sensors and powerful processors which allow for higher shutter speeds and better autofocus performance. On the other hand, mirrorless cameras typically offer smaller sensors but higher frame rates which can be beneficial for fast-moving subjects or sports photography. The biggest benefit of using a mirrorless camera over a DSLR is its size and weight; they're much lighter than DSLRs making them ideal for taking out on trips or all day shoots without getting tired from carrying around extra bulk. Additionally, many mirrorless cameras come with features like electronic viewfinders (EVF) and built-in stabilization which help capture sharper images even when shooting handheld. Overall, while both types of cameras have their strengths and weaknesses, ultimately it comes down to what kind of photographer you are and what style you prefer shooting in order to decide if one is right for you.

Advantages Of Dslrs Over Mirrorless Cameras

Moving on from the pros and cons of DSLR cameras, there are also advantages that these cameras have over mirrorless cameras. First of all, when it comes to cost comparison, DSLRs tend to be more affordable than their mirrorless counterparts. This is mainly due to the fact that a lot of older models of DSLR cameras are still widely available in second-hand stores at discounted prices. Additionally, many camera companies offer entry-level DSLRs for fairly low prices as well.

When it comes to image quality, there's no denying that DSLRs produce beautiful results - often times much better than what you can get from a mirrorless camera. While newer mirrorless cameras might give you greater resolution or higher ISO ranges, they don't come close to competing with the classic look and feel of photos taken using a DSLR. Furthermore, most professionals photographers swear by their trusty old film SLR cameras because they believe that nothing else compares when it comes to capturing timeless portraits and landscapes. All things considered, while mirrorless technology has definitely improved over the years and even surpassed some aspects of traditional photography such as autofocus speed and video capabilities; when looking at overall image quality and affordability, DSLRs remain one of the best choices for those who want an amazing experience without breaking the bank.

What Type Of Photographer Should Invest In A Dslr?

If you're a photographer of any kind, a DSLR camera is a great investment. It'll suit any type of photography from landscapes to portraits, and it's especially great for those wanting to take higher quality photos. You'll need to consider your budget, as DSLR cameras can be quite expensive. If you're a beginner, it might be worth starting with a cheaper camera, then upgrading down the line when you've become more experienced. If you're an intermediate photographer, a DSLR will provide great results and can be used for a wide range of photography, such as fashion and sports. If you're an advanced photographer, a DSLR is essential for taking the best photos you can. DSLR cameras aren't going away any time soon, so investing in one is a great choice. Types Of Photography When it comes to choosing a camera for photography, there’s no one-size-fits-all solution. Different types of photographers have different needs when it comes to what type of camera they should invest in. DSLR cameras are often the go-to choice for many professionals and hobbyists alike, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't consider other options as well. For those who want more manual control over their shots, DSLRs offer an impressive range of features like adjustable shutter speed and aperture settings - perfect for getting creative with your photos. Additionally, these cameras come equipped with powerful zoom lenses that can help capture far away subjects or close up details with ease.

If portability is important to you, then the lightweight bodies and conveniently sized camera bags make them easy to transport from place to place without trouble. Ultimately, whether or not you choose a DSLR depends on your own personal needs and preferences as a photographer; however, there's no denying that this versatile piece of technology still has plenty going for it - making it unlikely for DSLRs to disappear anytime soon! Budget When it comes to DSLR cameras, budget is an important factor to consider. Fortunately, there are plenty of affordable lenses out there for those who want quality results without breaking the bank. Many camera brands also offer entry-level models that still come with great features and specs; so you don't have to settle for anything less than what your photography deserves. Plus, if you’re willing to shop around and look for used or refurbished models, you can get even more bang for your buck! So no matter what your budget might be, there's a great deal available when it comes to finding the perfect DSLR camera system. With all these options at hand, photographers of any skill level can find something that fits their needs - whether they're just starting out or have been shooting professionally for years. Experience Level No matter your experience level, investing in a DSLR camera system is sure to improve the quality of your photography. For beginners, there are plenty of simple tips and tricks that can help you get up and running quickly; like learning about basic composition rules or understanding how shutter speed works. As you become more experienced, you'll be able to take advantage of advanced techniques such as multi-exposure shots or controlling depth of field with aperture settings. I'm no expert when it comes to these kinds of things, but having a good beginner's guide handy has helped me out immensely! So whether you're just starting out or have been shooting for years - DSLRs are an excellent way to keep taking your photos to the next level.

Is It Time To Switch To Mirrorless Cameras?

I remember the first time I went into a camera store, looking for my first DSLR. It felt like an intimidating experience - all these cameras had different features and prices! Nonetheless, I eventually settled on one that fit my needs at the time. But now, with so many mirrorless cameras available in the market today, it begs the question: is it time to switch? When comparing DSLR vs Mirrorless Cameras, image quality is a major factor to consider. While both types of cameras offer high-quality imagery depending on model and brand choice, Mirrorless Cameras tend to be more advanced when it comes to performance due to their lower weight and smaller size. This allows them to produce sharper images as well as better video capabilities than traditional DSLRs. Additionally, they often include extra features such as autofocus which makes taking pictures easier than ever before.

Mirrorless also offers some significant advantages over DSLR’s in terms of speed and convenience. The lack of mirrors means that there's no need for long shutter speeds or darkroom processing after shooting; you can get your shots instantly without waiting around for hours just to see if you got the shot you wanted. Furthermore, most models are much lighter than regular DSLRs meaning less strain on your arms while walking around with them all day. Choosing between a DSLR or Mirrorless Camera really depends on personal preference; each has its own unique benefits and drawbacks which should be taken into account before making any decisions. One thing is certain though: whether you choose one type or another, you're sure to have an amazing photography experience ahead of you!

Frequently Asked Questions

What Is The Average Price Of A Dslr Camera? When it comes to image quality, shutter speed and overall performance, DSLR cameras are still the go-to choice for most photographers. The average price of a DSLR camera can vary greatly depending on what type you buy and which features you're looking for. Entry-level models usually cost around $400-$600 USD whereas higher end models may exceed this range by quite a bit. So if you're just getting started in photography, an entry-level model is probably all you need - it will provide great picture quality without breaking the bank! How Often Should A Dslr Camera Be Serviced? When it comes to maintaining your DSLR camera, you should be sure to get it serviced regularly. Depending on how often the camera is used, and what types of lenses you use, a service can range from every few months to once or twice a year. During this time, technicians will inspect all areas of the camera for any necessary repairs or upgrade options such as lens upgrades. This maintenance helps ensure that your camera runs smoothly and efficiently so that you can capture those amazing shots! What Is The Best Lens For A Dslr Camera? If you own a DSLR camera, the best lens for it really depends on what type of shooting you're doing and the kind of image quality you hope to achieve. Generally, lenses with larger maximum apertures like f/2.8 are better suited for low-light situations and achieving shallow depth of field effects in your shots.

They can also enable higher shutter speeds when capturing more fast-paced shooting modes such as sports or wildlife photography. All these aspects will help determine which lens is right for you and your DSLR camera. What Is The Best Brand Of Dslr Camera? When it comes to finding the best brand of DSLR camera, there are a few factors you'll need to consider. Image quality is one of the most important aspects when choosing a DSLR camera, as this will determine how clear and crisp your photos look. Battery life is another key factor - if you're shooting for long periods of time or travelling with your camera, then battery life becomes even more important. Popular brands include Nikon, Canon and Sony - all three have excellent image quality and robust battery life. Ultimately, whichever brand you choose should depend on your individual needs and budget. Are Dslr Cameras Compatible With All Types Of Tripods? When it comes to tripods, DSLR cameras are compatible with almost all types. Whether you're looking for a lightweight and portable option or something more heavy-duty, there's an option that will work with your DSLR camera. When comparing mirrorless cameras to DSLRs, the digital zoom makes them slightly less compatible as they don't have the same range of motion. However, most major brands make tripods specifically designed for use with mirrorless cameras so you won't be left without options.

Conclusion

Conclusion: In conclusion, DSLR cameras are still very much a part of the photography world. Prices have come down from their original high prices making them more accessible for people to own and use. They require regular servicing but with proper care they can last for years. Having the right lens is essential for getting great shots and there are many brands available so you will be able to find one that suits your needs. And finally, although some tripods may not work with all types of DSLR camera models, most should fit just fine. So don't worry about DSLR cameras going away anytime soon! Read the full article

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If you're doing a strategy game with a global and historical scope (like for example Civilization, or the recent contenders like Paradox games) you don't need to simulate the ENTIRE production chain of everything. Okay, yes, I am the "where did you crops come from" guy but you can do it easier and in a more fun way.

Instead of having like the Wheat resource go to a Mill improvement and produce Flour which goes to a Bakery with the Salt and Oil resources (which have their own chains) to produce the Bread resource... you could make that so your farms produce Food which is distributed by a Market representing local bakeries and economies. Add a Food Industry building in your city to represent the supply chain, if you must. Different kinds of farms produce more or less food, but that's it.

Milennia gets RIDICULOUS with this. Do you REALLY need "clay pits" or "bakeries" as improvements that take an entire terrain tile? The map looks ugly as fuck with a bunch of tiny buildings all over no breathing space at all. All the strategy games that have followed into the "district" nonsense of Civ6 also end up with a crowded ugly map that makes no sense and makes you think that you're playing a couple houses shooting at each other rather than a historical civilization.

You can better represent this by adding different modifiers or quirks to resources. Rice needs more expensive improvements like Terrace Farms, but produces more food. Potatoes grow better in cold and mountainous climates. Your food industries or markets give you more food and cash if you have access to luxuries like oil or sugar. Supply chains are VERY important, but they can be represented by chaining buildings and resource chains with roads and infrastructure, not by adding more resources. You don't need to simulate the ENTIRE ACT OF BAKING A LOAF OF BREAD. We discovered this in Civ3 and Civ4, not every strategy game needs to be Banished or Rimworld.

What the hell is with strategy games making everything a building or a terrain improvement. Do you REALLY need to build a "bakery" or a "oil press" or a "soldier monument" is this REALLY a strategic choice you should be making?

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The Perfect Shot

Idol(s): Rosé [BLACKPINK]

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

Content Advisory: Quid Pro "Blow"

A/N: Based on episode 525 of Running Man. If you haven’t seen the episode, you should check it out! Not only will this story make a little more sense, but Rosé was really funny in that episode.

In all your years serving as a cameraman for the long-running Korean variety show Running Man, never had you met a guest so desperate to avoid the penalty.

“Oppa, jebal!” Rosé's hands clasped together under her chin as her pleading eyes begged for your help.

“You can speak in English if it makes it easier.” Of course, it was easier for her. It was more of a formality than permission. She seemed pleasantly surprised to learn there was another English speaker in the room.

“Oh! Good,” Rosé responded. “Oppa, can't you pull some strings with the PD to boost my rank so I can avoid the penalty?” Her sexy Australian accent overshadowed her conniving disposition. “Please, I'll do anything.”

“Is that why you dragged me in here and locked the door?”

Rosé's slender frame stood against the double metal doors she previously locked, trapping the two of you in a maintenance closet. It was a good thing the shoot was on a break just before the final mission; Rosé seemed intent on keeping you trapped with her until she got what she wanted.

The camera on your shoulder was getting heavier by the second. Placing it on the shelf was the best option, making sure Rosé was still in the shot while it kept recording. It was something the producer always preached to the cameramen: always keep the camera rolling. Even in a down time, you never knew what footage the editors would use for the episode. Some of the best scenes happened during breaks.

“Stay right there and give me a second; I need to get the perfect shot,” you told Rosé.

Getting the perfect shot was as much an art as it was a science, but as you stood there playing with the camera settings, the idea of Rosé helping you obtain the perfect shot crept into your thoughts. No, not the camera shot—a cumshot. Topless Rosé on her knees in front of your cock, lips pouted, begging for a streak of white to shoot all over her face and drip down her tiny tits: that was the perfect shot.

The camera was finally set up to your liking. You turned around to see Rosé still standing in front of the locked doors like you ordered, hands still clasped together and waiting with bated breath for your response. There was a fire burning behind those determined eyes that communicated her willingness to lie, steal, or cheat. If it was going to get her out of the penalty, she was willing to do it.

“So what do you say, oppa? Will you help me or not? I really can’t take the penalty, I’m sure we can help each other somehow.”

On a show that favored distinct personalities, Rosé was the best kind of guest. A marketable woman like her made for great content. She was brazen. She was desperate. But most importantly, she was sex personified. Cameramen salivated at the opportunity to be assigned to a guest like her. Now, it was Rosé who was going to be the one salivating—all over your cock.

“So how far are you willing to go to make that happen?” you asked.

Rosé stared back in exasperation like she was growing tired of haggling down the price of a car with an unwavering salesperson. She knew exactly what you had in mind. She was hoping you’d make a less-sexual suggestion as a discount for your help, but Rosé’s leverage disappeared the second she said she’d do “anything”. There was defeat behind her eyes. Her shoulders drooped. Her fingers untangled, arms now crossed against her chest. She realized she misplayed her hand and was annoyed she committed to paying full price.

She let out an elongated sigh. “I said I’d do anything.” Her gaze dropped down until she was staring directly at your crotch. And if that wasn't enough, she clasped her hands again, making short jerking motions in front of her mouth, tongue pressing her cheek outward as if she were sucking a lollipop. If it wasn't obvious before, it was obvious now.

There it was: the opportunity for the perfect shot.

“You like food, right?” you asked her.

“Of course.”

Rosé's eyes slowly widened in surprise at the unfolding scene. The metal on your belt buckle clanked against the concrete floor, bringing your pants down to your ankles in the process. “You're gonna love this meal I prepared for you, then.”

Rosé didn't look completely disgusted at the idea—this was all her doing, after all. She knelt down and grabbed onto you, stroking until the cock in her hands was fully erect.

Rosé’s eyes grew even larger. “That's a huge... meal.” She opened her mouth as wide as she could, stuffing the massive meal into her hungry mouth. Even then, she could only go about halfway down your shaft before withdrawing. She went back for seconds. Then thirds. You tugged at her cotton candy pink hair as she twirled her tongue around you and bobbed back and forth onto your shaft. Rosé couldn't get enough of the smorgasbord.

Foodsé wasn't a secret: everyone knew Rosé loved eating, but only a few select men (yourself now included) knew that Rosé was also a cock connoisseur. Her tongue continuously swirled around you, savoring your cock like a fine wine as it tickled her discerning palate. It was no wonder why she was such a good singer; her vocal chords must’ve been lubricated from all the guys she’s swallowed.

“Damn, Rosé. You should be a guest on this show all the time.”

You lifted up her black compression top as Rosé’s tiny but perky tits popped out from underneath. Her milky breasts were soft and supple, jiggling at even the slightest touch. You pinched at Rosé’s rivetingly rosy nipples, causing her to belt out a moan that vibrated against your cock.

Beyond the door, the PD was calling out for the cast to make their way back to the set. Hearing the news, Rosé's back suddenly arched up in attention. Her lips briefly tightened around your shaft before pulling off, her hand continuing to stroke you.

“Are you close, oppa? You heard the PD, hurry up!”

“You know, this would go a lot more quickly if you actually made an effort. If I don’t cum, no deal, Rosé.”

Rosé grew impatient. Her grasp tightened against you. Her left bicep pulsated, those milky breasts rippling freely as her furious strokes increased to a maddening pace. It was nice, but not exactly a part of the original agreement. You slapped her hand away.

“Nope. Use your pretty little lips.”

“Ugh, fine!” Rosé’s lips parted, your cock easily sliding between the saliva-lubricated hole that her lips created.

There wasn't much time now. Rosé looked back up at you, her piercing eyes beseeching you for your sticky sweet dessert to fill her mouth. Her tongue slid underneath your shaft before she continued to lick the tip in circular motions like an ice cream cone. With Rosé finally making a conscious effort, it was only a matter of time now. You knew you couldn't deny Rosé’s request any longer.

A familiar tingling washed over your body: a wave of cum was about to flood Rosé’s unsuspecting mouth. You grabbed the back of Rosé’s head and thrusted into her, successfully getting Rosé to fit the whole thing between her puckered lips. Rosé’s accommodating throat had widened; you were nearly halfway down her now.

Rosé's nose pressed into your crotch as she waited for her Michelin-starred meal. A tear streamed from her watery eyes and landed at the base of your cock, a result of Rosé attempting to resist her gag reflex.

A blast of flavor finally exploded into her mouth. Streams of salty sweet cum squirted out and filled Rosé’s warm throat. She let out a groan that slowly turned into a gargle as she drowned in cum. Her cheeks—ready to burst—puffed out as her mouth reached maximum capacity.

“I can see why you got the nickname ‘Chipmunk’,” you told Rosé. It was a cheeky joke that fell on deaf ears; she was too busy choking down nuts to appreciate the humor.

It was too much for her to handle. She pulled away and coughed out the deposited cum. It dripped down her chin, spilling onto her perky tits and tight stomach before settling on her black leggings just between her thighs. There wasn't any time for a break; even as she continued to gasp for air, you continued to unload a barrage of semen at her insatiable mouth.

Rosé was a mess when you were finally done. Her chest heaved heavily as cum continued to drop onto the outfit she was supposed to use for the final mission. She tossed her hands up in frustration, unsure what to do with the mess.

“You don’t have to swallow if you don’t want to,” you said. “Just spit it out.”

Rosé let the remaining cum ooze out of her mouth; she was too much of a lady to spit it out. The giant blob of liquid white dribbled down her lips. She tucked in her chin and directed the cum onto her pants—they were already ruined anyway.

“This better be enough to earn me an exemption for the penalty,” Rosé said, her words slightly garbled by the leftover cum in her mouth.

“I'll see what I can do.”

“I’ll see what I can do?” Rosé repeated.

All that trouble only to get a half-assed promise of “I'll see what I can do”. A fire lit behind her disillusioned eyes that gazed up with murderous intent. Rosé’s lips squeezed so tightly together that any cum still in her mouth squeezed out and formed a thin milky line between her lips. She crossed her arms in a huff. Her tiny tits pressed together, causing the cum on her chest to disappear between her newfound cleavage. But then she looked down and saw there were more pressing problems to prioritize: there was no time to change and she still hadn't figured out how to deal with the mess.

“Oppa, what am I supposed to do with all of your cum? I’m supposed to wear this for the final mission! I can’t just walk out like this!”

“It's fine. Everyone will be rolling in a sticky goop for the final mission anyway. Looks just like cum. Just say you were practicing in it.”

Rosé wiped the mess off her chin with her compression shirt before pulling it back down over her cum-covered breasts. She pulled a white cotton shirt and orange mesh vest over it, trying to conceal as much as she could. It didn't help much. The cum managed to seep through all three layers almost instantly, causing her clothing to stick to her toned body. She stormed out of the closet, leaving you behind to clean up.

“I hope you’re right,” she said as she slammed the door behind her.

Rosé was a hot, disheveled mess, but the cast and crew didn’t even say a word when she came out in her ruined clothes. Everyone mistook it for the white soapy liquid that was going to be used for the last game. Rosé let out a sigh of relief that went unnoticed by everyone but the camera.

When the results were tallied after the final game, Rosé was relieved her name wasn’t mentioned for the penalty. She gave a wink at you through your camera monitor, a small token of her gratitude for helping to raise her rank.

As the shoot ended for the day, you sneakily removed the tape from your camera and shoved it into your pocket—it was definitely going home with you for your private collection.

A/N: A finished draft of this had been sitting in my queue for four months. Up until two days ago, the title of this piece was "Chipmunk".

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I am going to have to address this in a longer post but I originally intended this as a reply because once again we have to talk about the supposed “queerbaiting”. Look, I’m tired.

People misunderstand that "queerbaiting" by definition is a marketing ploy and tactic where media producers imply queer stories that are never actualized because they think it will bring in profit. It’s the quintessential, they want to have their cake and eat it too-- “we don’t want to turn off our conservative audiences but we still want everyone’s money so we’ll dangle something in front of you and pull out before we make our Mike Pences in the crowd upset.” In a conservative South Korean market where queer visibility is little to none and still very publicly frowned upon (Marvel's Eternals had its first gay married couple kiss on screen and many audiences in Korea at the theater were not happy about this, in case that gives you any indication of where things are in terms of how Korea feels about the gays, *hi*), to do what OOO is doing from a strategic and monetary standpoint, hurts more than it helps them. Companies will do literally anything to avoid making their group unmarketable, that’s why idols are not allowed to publicly date (OOO are btw), among other things.

I don’t know how to emphasize that for OnlyOneOf, who are a very small group (as in, they are largely unknown among 4th gen groups inside a hyper competitive industry) that come from a very small company, that to actually imply any kind of same-sex narrative would be more to their detriment. In the kpop scene, we know conformity gets you more popularity. It’s why so many groups follow trends like the girl crush concept (Blackpink, Itzy, Aespa, Everglow, and more) or why electronic dance music made a major splash across groups these last few years. OnlyOneOf doesn’t produce a typical kpop sound, they don’t have typical concepts, thus they already are at a disadvantage compared to their peers in the industry and sure, you could say by queerbaiting they’d garner attention, and they did, but a lot of it was negative (which they understood and accepted as a risk, hence why we’re getting a song called “undergrOund idOl” but it’s not on spotify yet???) and they had to censor parts of their choreography to fit broadcast standards.

(Also, and I do have to add, why is it suddenly OOO is queerbaiting but fandoms have been shipping kpop group members since the beginning, and those are actually some of the most popular/viewed kpop youtube content, i.e. “Stray Kids are not Straight Kids”, “The S in ATEEZ Stands for Straight” or “YeonBin are real” or whatever shit. Moonbyul released a song and video about a same-sex relationship and I don’t see anyone claiming she’s queerbaiting???)

I can’t say libidO and skinz are “queerbaiting” because there’s no way to look at those videos and not come away with, “this is gay.” They’re not hinting at relationships and pulling the rug from under you, it is there. And if the mvs didn’t confirm that for you, then the choreo and stage performances certainly did. The members have been very explicit in the behind the scenes of the libidO shoot that what you see narratively are three love-lines.

I don’t think OnlyOneOf set out to say “oh we’re going to pretend to be gay now” (1. don’t assume you know anything about anyone’s sexuality) but rather, they set out to depict a more mature concept about love that is explicitly sexual in nature and in Korea where women are admonished for participating in their own sexuality, it may have just been easier to say we’re just going to express carnal desire amongst us. It was a double-edged sword to begin with. You gotta understand that in kpop, when it comes to songs about love it is very much, a school crush or a puppy love or a break up song or a yearning, etc etc, but it is never about sexual desire. Idols are encouraged to be sexy but not act as sexual beings, that goes for male and female groups alike. OOO’s Instinct albums are a refusal to this rule and several others. In the end, it is all storytelling and I think they’re doing a pretty good job of it.

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Are Dslr Cameras Better Than Phones

As an amateur photographer, I've been wondering: are DSLR cameras really better than phones when it comes to taking pictures? With the rise of smartphone photography, we can now take pretty good photos simply by using our phones. But does that mean that investing in a DSLR camera is no longer worth it? In this article, I'll be exploring both sides of the debate and seeing if there's a definitive answer when it comes to which one is best. To get started, let's look at what makes each type of camera unique. Smartphones have advanced sensors and come with plenty of helpful apps for editing your shots after you've taken them. On the other hand, DSLRs boast larger sensors and provide more manual control over settings like aperture and shutter speed – giving photographers more flexibility when trying to capture their desired image. So which type of camera should you go for if you're looking to take great quality photos? Let's find out!

Understanding The Basics Of Photography

I'm sure you've heard the debate before - are dslr cameras better than phones for taking photos? Before I can answer that question, let's first take a look at what it takes to learn the basics of photography. It's not just about having an expensive camera; understanding how light and composition work together is essential when photographing anything. There are different types of cameras available on the market today. DSLR (Digital Single Lens Reflex) cams are typically used by professional photographers due to their flexibility in manual settings, while point-and-shoot cameras or smartphones may be easier to use for casual shooters. Learning which type of camera works best for your needs can help make your experience more enjoyable and successful. The key to great photos lies in knowing how to use all those fun features like shutter speed, aperture, ISO and white balance correctly – no matter what kind of equipment you prefer! With practice comes confidence and then creativity starts flowing. So go out there and find something interesting to photograph!

Comparing The Features Of Dslr Cameras And Phones

As a photographer, I understand the appeal of DSLR cameras. With their superior optics and cutting-edge technology, they offer unparalleled capabilities for capturing stunning images – much more than an ordinary smartphone can provide. But how does the cost comparison between these two different types of cameras stack up? And what are the differences in terms of lighting techniques? Let's take a look. DSLR cameras give you more creative control over your photography than phones do. They have larger sensors, allowing them to capture higher quality photos with better colors and contrast. The lenses on DSLRs also allow you to play around with depth of field, enabling you to blur out backgrounds while keeping subjects sharp in focus – something that most smartphones can't achieve easily. Furthermore, DSLRs come with advanced features such as shutter speed adjustment which allows you to freeze movement or create motion blur effects when needed; whereas phones lack this functionality altogether. In terms of price tag, DSLRs tend to be quite expensive compared to mobile phones, but if you're serious about photography then it could be worth investing in one since the image quality is so much better than what a phone camera offers. In addition, many DSLR models also boast unique lighting techniques like bracketing and HDR mode that no phone has yet been able to replicate accurately. So if you want maximum control over your shots and access to professional-level tools without breaking the bank, it might just make sense to go for a good-quality DSLR instead of relying solely on your phone's camera capabilities!

Examining Image Quality

Moving on from the features of DSLR cameras and phones, I'd like to examine image quality. For starters, a DSLR camera will produce sharper images with more accurate colors as compared to a phone camera due to its larger sensor size. In addition, since they have dedicated lenses, they offer greater flexibility when it comes to experimenting with different types of photography such as wildlife or street photography. When it comes to editing photos taken by either device, you'll be able to achieve similar results if you use photoshop editing techniques. However, in order for your photos to truly stand out, you should consider using lighting techniques while taking pictures with your DSLR camera which will add depth and richness to your shots. Overall both devices allow us take great photographs but if you want professional-grade visuals then opt for a DSLR camera. They are built for the purpose of capturing stunning imagery that can make any photograph look breathtakingly beautiful!

Pros And Cons Of Each Camera Type

It can be hard to decide between a DSLR camera and a phone when it comes to capturing quality images. Both have their pros and cons, so let's take a look at what each one offers in terms of cost comparison, lens selection, and other features. When it comes to cost comparison, DSLRs usually tend to be more expensive than phones. If you're looking for something that won't break the bank but still allows you to take some great photos, then your best bet is likely going to be your smartphone. However, if you're willing to invest in better equipment in order to get higher-quality shots with greater flexibility and control over settings like aperture or shutter speed, then DSLRs are definitely worth considering. In terms of lens selection, DSLRs offer much more variety than smartphones do – from wide angle lenses for landscape photography to telephoto zooms for long distance shooting – giving photographers significantly more creative freedom when taking pictures. On the other hand, many modern smartphones now come equipped with multiple lenses which allow users to switch between different focal lengths depending on their needs. This gives them access to some standard zoom capabilities without having to purchase any additional hardware. So whether you choose a DSLR or a phone really depends on how much investment you want make into getting higher-end photos as well as the types of shots you'll be taking most often. Decide what works best for your budget and goals before making your final decision!

My Recommendation For Amateur Photographers

I'm a huge fan of DSLR cameras. They offer more manual settings than phones and they allow you to make better gear selections, which can help when it comes to capturing the perfect shot. That said, I think that for amateur photographers who are just starting out, phone cameras may actually be better in some ways. Though phones don't have as many manual settings as DSLRs do, this isn't always a bad thing for newbies because it prevents them from becoming overwhelmed by all the options available on high-end camera models. Furthermore, phone cameras tend to come preloaded with software that makes taking photos easier and faster - something that's ideal for those who aren't quite comfortable navigating complex menus yet. For budding photographers looking for an easy way to take good pictures without breaking the bank or getting too technical, my recommendation is simple: Start off with your phone camera! You'll still get great results plus you won't be saddled with steep learning curves or hefty price tags right away.

Frequently Asked Questions

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In conclusion, DSLR cameras are a great investment for those looking to take their photography skills to the next level. While they can be expensive and require some learning time in order to master, the extra features like physical lenses make them worth it in the long run. For me personally, I find that my photos turn out much better with my DSLR than when I use my phone camera. However, if you're on a tighter budget there are other types of cameras available which may suit your needs even better such as mirrorless or point-and-shoot models. Ultimately, the choice is up to you and what kind of results you want to achieve from your photography. Read the full article

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re: recent discourse (did I use that right?) the portuguese people were so attached to their imperial project that they overthrew their king after he gave away some african territory to britain!

i've been recently thinking though, did these people even benefit much from colonialism? in britain for example, much of the cotton we were forced to farm was processed by industrial workers who had lost their livelihood to enclosure system, with the profits of indian exploitation going entirely to the lardy capitalists. so were they just like the modern-day poor conservatives, tied up in ideas like national glory and idolizing rich personalities while shooting themselves in the foot?

Thanks for the video, will get around to it when I have spoons.

“I was in the East End of London (a working-class quarter) yesterday and attended a meeting of the unemployed. I listened to the wild speeches, which were just a cry for ‘bread! bread!’ and on my way home I pondered over the scene and I became more than ever convinced of the importance of imperialism.... My cherished idea is a solution for the social problem, i.e., in order to save the 40,000,000 inhabitants of the United Kingdom from a bloody civil war, we colonial statesmen must acquire new lands to settle the surplus population, to provide new markets for the goods produced in the factories and mines. The Empire, as I have always said, is a bread and butter question. If you want to avoid civil war, you must become imperialists"

Cecil Rhodes, British imperialist.

I think this is a question that is thorny for building international solidarity, but there is a benefit. The difference in the quality of life in the western world vs third world is very obvious. The cheaper the consumer goods you buy, the more value your wages have. The consumer goods are cheap because they're built on exploitation. When your state has more capital, it can provide a better safety net, better conditions for capitalist growth etc. This is why the Nordic Model has been difficult to replicate in the global south, the collapse of oil prices led to the collapse of projects in Latin America shaped around that kind of thing. My bugbear of vaccine imperialism comes to mind, workers in America get multiple free vaccines while vaccination rates in Africa are incredibly low.

Capitalists oppress workers in the imperial core too, and they don't benefit the same way as the big capitalists do but social chauvinism is real tendency even in the left. We cannot pretend that capitalism has not improved the lives of many. Likewise, so with imperialism. The oppression of the third world makes the first world comfortable. We still need internationalist solidarity, because many of those comforts are temporary, meant to sedate and often taken away to force people to get in line. I know it seems like this question has a moral dimension, like omg poor workers are complicit in oppression? They can't help it, necessarily, but they do benefit from it. Ofc it is easier to build a politics that frames all workers as subject to the same kind of oppression, but as a friend said erasing nuance benefits those most likely to benefit from a lack of nuance.

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Blessed Rain

Summary: A Hunter’s weapon of choice says a lot about them. OR: Kyle upgrades his weaponry and gets caught red-handed in the act. Luckily (?) for him, only Tsukino seems to know exactly why he's having an emotional crisis over this.

Word count: 3,260

Note(s): set post-game

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Kyle’s had his new bow for a good couple of weeks before the feel of the limbs and the weight of the draw became comfortable enough for him to consider upgrading it. If he’s going to be injured, he reasons, he’d rather it be purely by way of monster and not because he pulls a muscle wrestling with a bow that hasn’t been properly broken in. His wallet despairs as he forks over the zenny, but this’ll hopefully let him take on some of the bigger hunts like the ones that Reverto goes on. It’ll all be worth the investment up front once he has his completely finished bow and restocked his coatings and finally drops the last of his coin on a couple new talismans.

He refuses to think about the implications of his reasoning with a literal coin, rolling it around and around his fingers as he pushes through the market throngs towards the smithy’s. Perhaps he ought to have a change of scenery—the fog-shrouded summits of Terga were said to be particularly beautiful at this time of year, and the heat in Lamure was becoming just shy of unbearable.

The final product that the blacksmith puts into his hands when he finally makes it to collect is nothing short of gorgeous. Blessed Rain is sleek where his old Rex bow was bulky, far lighter and certainly not as clunky. The upgrades on the riser gives the entire weapon a pleasant solidness in his hand, yet the delicately reinforced plating on the limbs doesn’t retract at all from its flexibility. The decorative grip protector gleams. Just looking at it makes Kyle excited to shoot.

“Bring her back if you’re finding that you need anything adjusted,” the smith tells him after Kyle’s diligently inspected every inch of the bow. “Kept the poundage the same for you, but added another inch to the draw length like you asked.”

“Thanks,” Kyle says. Eventually, he’d like to work up to the point where he can up the poundage again. Even just another five pounds would be good. He can do most of the hunts in his skill range alone now, but extra firepower would make him just that much more efficient, or that much of a better support for team hunts. 

The smith laughs when Kyle sheepishly admits this. “Well, I always like to help a Hunter improve, and you know where to find me,” he says cheerily, clapping Kyle enthusiastically on the shoulder. “Come by again anytime if you need a tune up or want to test out something new.” 

And with that, he waves Kyle away so that another Hunter can step up, holding a tired-looking sword and shield and looking equally exhausted. “Aye, rookie Hunter?” Kyle hears as he wanders off to find a more relaxed corner of the market in which to admire his new bow some more. “If you’ve got the materials I can repair and upgrade that for you.” The conversation peters out and melts into the general din of the marketplace as Kyle slips into the crowd, taking care to step out of the way of a Felyne carrying an absolutely massive basket groaning with produce. He watches the precarious load totter away, trying and failing to locate Tsukino in the brief respite the parted crowd affords him. They’d split earlier that morning and he hasn’t seen her since.

He still hasn’t managed to find even a whisker of Tsukino’s whereabouts by the time he settles into a decently quiet nook next to a stall selling all manner of spices. Pity, because the dappled light spilling through the colorful drapes of the marketplace catches so beautifully on the milky-white sheen of the bow, and he’d been looking forward to showing it to her. As a Hunter, Kyle will always care more about weapon practicality than aesthetics, but as a normal human being he certainly won’t turn down the opportunity to have both an aesthetically pleasing and perfectly functional weapon. He’s still grinning a little when he goes to strap the bow to his back, and it’s in the process of looking up that his gaze catches onto wide eyes staring plainly at him from across the street. 

He freezes, arm suspended awkwardly halfway to sheathing. His beautiful bow glints damningly in the bright Lamure sunlight as his unexpected friend wades through the throngs of people towards him, gesturing for him to stay put with a wave of her hand that really can’t be mistaken for anything other than a greeting.

“Hey,” he says cautiously and lamely when she finally reaches him. Belatedly, he remembers to lower his arm. He is momentarily thankful that she doesn’t try to reach up for his face in the Mahanan greeting, although his goodwill evaporates when she leans in to inspect his bow, body thrumming with unexplainable anticipation.

“Oh, that’s pretty,” she says finally. Kyle can’t help himself from preening just a little, shifting his grip so that she can get a better look. After all, what was the point of spending all that money and materials if there was no one to excitedly show the end product off to? Besides, it’s been a while since they last saw each other. Last he heard, she had been traveling, keen to finally see the world on her own terms and at her own pace.

“It’s fresh off an upgrade,” he answers smugly. “Easier to handle than the Rex.”

“Slightly less intimidating though,” she chimes in, and Kyle bristles, not liking where this conversation is going. And true to form, she goes in for the kill: “Mizutsune? I recognize the plating.”

Kyle can feel the flush crawling up to his ears. Logically, he knows that there’s nothing for him to be embarrassed about. It’s a mark of good smithing that one can tell at a glance which monster a weapon was inspired by, and a Mizutsune was both powerful and extremely iconic. This bow in particular had good stats and the ability to fire rapidly, which admittedly took him some time to get used to after focusing mostly on piercing shots. The paralysis coating that works so well on this bow has also already saved his skin on more than one occasion. There is little more a career Hunter can ask for out of his weapon. It’s not like he’d been heading out to Pomore Garden at any given opportunity and holding onto an increasing multitude of Mizutsune materials just because he wanted some physical reminder of what was probably the most pivotal moment of his life, something that never failed to put a very complicated and jumbled mess of emotions deep within his chest whenever he thought back to it.

He’s starting to feel very, very hot under his collar. The sun is terrible. He resolves that his next big hunt really needs to be somewhere outside of Lamure.

His friend, however, just looks more and more baffled as he launches into an unprompted defense of his newest purchase. Every time she opens her mouth, Kyle talks a little faster. Eventually, she doesn’t even bother trying to interject, which is arguably worse, because instead she just looks progressively more and more thoughtful. Kyle wished desperately for Tsukino to peel away from whatever hidey hole she was tucked in. Then, his train of thought screeches into a rude and abrupt halt.

“What,” he croaks. “What are you doing.”

One of her brows quirks up. “I sure hope your eyes are still working because that’d be a detriment to your job,” she says plainly. “What does it look like I’m doing? I promise it’s not a trick question.”

What she’s doing is holding Kyle’s hand—the one not clutching his new bow—the one that had apparently been waving about with increasing agitation as he jabbered on and on. What Kyle doesn’t understand is why. It’s not like he just did some impressive shot to give them the edge in a battle or anything else that was cool and hand-holding worthy. He’d just been yammering about bow mechanics, and maybe embarrassingly dipping into his talisman hopes and dreams. He stares a little helplessly at his trapped hand. Her kinship stone winks up at him.

“Look,” she says patiently, when it becomes very clear that Kyle is going to need a moment before he can get his brain back online. “There’s nothing wrong with a bow made from Mizutsune parts and I am the last person who will ever turn down pretty things. What I was going to say was that this is an interesting departure from your whole—” She pauses, as though looking for a specific word. “Well, your whole image as a very grown-up and serious and intimidating Hunter or whatever it was you were trying to convey with that scowl you used to like so much. And you weren’t letting me get a single word in.”

“You’re getting plenty of words in now,” Kyle scowls, just to be contrary. “And I’ve grown since then.”

“Someone’s in a mood today.” She smiles, crinkle-eyed, up at him. Kyle very seriously debates wrenching his hand out of her hold like he did the last time this happened and then pointedly doesn’t act on the impulse.

“Why’re you in Lulucion?” he asks instead with a truly remarkable level of self-restraint. “Thought you’d never want to come back again after what happened.”

She shrugs, the greatsword on her back heaving with the movement. “Guess I’ve grown too,” she says loftily, though she sobers quickly. “I was actually visiting my grandfather. He used to go back to Mahana around this time of year… he can’t do it anymore of course but I’ve got Ratha now, so I figured I could do it instead. And then I figured I’d stop by Rutoh before going home, to see Ena and Alwin and wheedle a few more stories out of them.”

She lets go of Kyle’s hand. He tries not to miss it. “Even Ratha can’t make the trip in one go, and Lulucion was closest, so we’re stopping to rest. I dropped by the Scrivener’s Lodge earlier because I was hoping Reverto could give me a few weapon pointers as I’ve saved up just about enough for an upgrade, but they told me that he was out on an urgent mission and wouldn’t be back for a while.”

“Oh,” Kyle says, a little stung that she hadn’t come specifically to see him first, out of all the Hunters in the city. He’s slightly mollified when she grins at him, though.

“And then I met Tsukino by the cannons. She said I could find you here, so here I am.”

“I don’t know anything about greatswords,” Kyle blurts out, and immediately wants to kick himself. She blinks at him, and then bursts into laughter.

“I was just going to ask the smith,” she wheezes when she’s got herself somewhat back under control. “Can’t I see a friend just to say hi to him anymore?” Kyle stares very intently down at some of the finer detailing on his bow.

“Where is my Palico anyway?” he finally settles on, falling into a tried and true grumble. “I haven’t seen her all day.”

She waves her hand vaguely in the air. “Navirou said something about getting donuts. I wasn’t really listening.”

But there was a donut stand right here in the marketplace, Kyle wanted to cry out. He should have seen Tsukino by now if they’d really been going to buy snacks! And how was it possible that he had missed Navirou in his entirety, between the Felyne’s penchant for wearing ridiculous little outfits and his inability to shut up?

“Why? You have a hunt you need to run off to?” 

“Yes,” Kyle says hotly. It’s a lie. He’d accepted a subquest that wouldn’t depart until later that evening for the sole purpose of testing out his new weapon in a relatively stress-free environment. Before that, he’d just planned on hitting up the shooting range in the training arena to break in the new string. His schedule was very, very free. Tsukino was perfectly aware of that.

His eyes widened. Tsukino had been with him on every excursion into the Gardens. She went where he did (usually), and it’s not like Kyle would ever begrudge her a visit home. But she’d been with him every step of every single Mizutsune job he’d ever taken—had watched him craft traps when he needed to capture and had kept watch for opportunists hoping to sneak up as he’d carved. She’d been the one who’d recommended the spinner for all the excess purplefur he was ending up with. At first, he’d simply thought that she’d wanted the thread to mend some of her own items, or to send back home to her brethren, but instead she’d tucked each skein of vibrant, silk-soft thread into the bottom of his pouch with gentle paws, cryptically talking about how strong a material it was, and how nice it looked when woven. Kyle has never touched a loom in his life, but now he’s looking at someone who he definitely knows has.

His stomach drops. Hadn’t Tsukino looked particularly smug ever since he’d lingered on the blueprints for Blessed Rain after getting a look at its stats and required materials?

“She got me,” he groans. His friend just looks at him bemusedly, though perhaps with a touch of wariness at his ferocious frown. Hastily, he tacks on: “It’s nothing. I, uh—I just remembered that I needed to tell Tsukino something. Important. Later, when I find her again.”

“Alright,” she says, though she doesn’t quite look like she believes him. “A quest’s a quest, though, so I won’t keep you here. The bow really is pretty though. I know I just said it doesn’t match your image and all but I really don’t think you can go wrong with something you like. You’ve got the skills for it, anyway.”

“Thanks,” he croaks, feeling a little overwhelmed. He manages two whole steps out of the nook before he pauses, worrying at his lower lip. “Actually,” he says sharply, spinning around on his heel and nearly causing his friend to startle right into a spice display. “How long are you staying for?”

“However long it’ll take to upgrade my sword, I guess,” she says after she collects herself, the words lilting into a question. “Three days or so, I guess?” She skirts nervously away from the glaring vendor, careful not to overbalance on her greatsword.

“Cool,” Kyle says with a nod, steeling himself. “Great, even. Look, how about this. Your last visit to Lulucion was terrible—” an understatement, “—so when I get back from my hunt I’ll show you some of the better sights Lulucion has to offer. There’s a hole in the wall that I think you’ll like. Dad used to take me after hunts—they grill really nice queen shrimp. And the parapets—you can climb them, and they’ve got all these little carvings in the stone that you can search for like a scavenger hunt.” He’s keenly aware that he’s rambling again, but she looks interested, so he barrels on. “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow just as soon as I can get a nap in. We can stay in the city or take Ratha out to the Barrens, down by the water. Just make a day of it.” He’s pretty certain that he looks at her with something akin to hope as she considers. It feels like a lifetime before she finally comes to a decision. 

“I want to take Ratha out in the evening,” she says finally. “I don’t want him to be cooped up too long here ever again.”

“Yeah,” Kyle breathes out, the word rushing out of him in a flood of relief. “Yeah, I can work around that.” She beams at him.

“I’ll look forward to it,” she says, sincere and looking more than a little surprised despite herself at the prospect of looking forward to doing anything in Lulucion. “I’m staying at the inn closest to the stables. Pretty sure I’m the only Rider there currently so they’ll know who I am.” Kyle nods, and lets himself get his hand squeezed again, though not without her hands first hovering in an instinctual bid for his cheeks before she remembers herself.

“Good luck on your hunt. If I see Tsukino I’ll let her know you’re looking for her.”

“She’ll show up in due time,” he mutters darkly. “I’ll let you know if Reverto gets back early or if he’s just been loafing around this entire time. For your next upgrade or whatever.” She laughs, bright, and then slips off into the crowd to wrestle her way into the smithy’s queue. Kyle is left staring in her wake before his gaze is drawn back down to his bow.

“This is all your fault,” he tells it. Predictably, it doesn’t answer. Also predictably, Tsukino takes that exact moment to drop down from seemingly nowhere. 

“I didn’t know we had another job lined up,” the Felyne says delicately, carefully brushing crumbs off of her coat. Kyle groans, sheathing his weapon.

“Don’t tease me,” he huffs. “I’m going to the shooting range. Are you coming?”

“Hmm,” says Tsukino. “I suppose I can spare the time.”

“Of course you can spare the time!” Kyle hisses, indignant. “You just spent the day eating donuts and eavesdropping!” He pointedly doesn’t look towards the smithy, where his friend was patiently browsing the display while another Hunter was getting their hammer looked at.

“One must always be prepared with the latest intel,” Tsukino says mildly. “I’m glad the upgrade went well.” 

“It’s got good stats,” Kyle protests weakly in what is quickly becoming a tired argument. “The rapid shots have been going very well. And I had a surplus of Mizutsune parts.”

 “Yes,” his hunting partner agrees readily enough. “Have you thought of what you’re going to do with the thread?”

“This conversation is finished,” Kyle says abruptly, making a very determined push towards the market’s exit. “Either come or don’t, so long as we meet at the gate for tonight’s hunt.”

Tsukino looks at him with exasperated fondness, which is frankly a little insulting, but readily falls into step next to him. Kyle wonders how many rounds he’s going to have to shoot in order to clear his head again and rid it of thoughts of Hazepetal Garden or Mizutsune or high-grade thread that he’ll never use himself. He’ll examine them again someday—because he’s not a coward—but that day is most certainly not today.

He does his rounds in the training arena and marvels at the way the string slides off his fingers with a satisfying twang, even though it’ll still be a good few days before it’s fully broken in to his liking. Tsukino’s saved him a donut, the cakey sweet sticky with honey and practically melting in his mouth. He’s got some free time even after stocking up for the evening hunt, so he takes a few minutes to browse the quest board, taking careful note of the jobs that were situated near the Harzgai Rocky Hill, or the ones from further afield in Alcala that’ll take him closer to Rutoh. And when he leaves the city, he pointedly doesn’t look up at the familiar shape circling in the dusky sky, even as he knows that they’ll surely see the last rays of the setting sun winking off of the plates of his bow like a beacon.

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Portraits of a Tiger|| 01

Legends of a great and equally terrifying warrior nicknamed the Tiger have been emerging from your fellow villagers for quite sometime. Stories of his skill, his stealth and his supposed wickedness have been passed around to the point where he is more prophecy than person. You have lived your life with a strong sense of conviction, rarely letting gossip influence your opinion. However, you would be lying if you said that his legacy didn’t intrigue you. When the Tiger and his infamous army arrive in your village to refuel, you come face to face with the man behind the myth.

And no amount of marketplace gossip would ever be enough to capture the true complexity of his nature.

Pairing: Merchant! Reader x Warrior! Yoongi

Genre: Adventure, Romance, Smut (later), Fluff, Angst

Word Count: 12k

Warnings: language, depictions of violence both verbal and physical however they are fairly mild, mentions of war and power dynamics, there will be smut in future parts so, (18+ only please).

Current Tag List: @bulletproofbirdy​ @gldnrecs​ @naajix​ @bluewhale52​ @nikkikenji​ @lustedkisses​

A/N: oh okayyyyy HELLO!!! Its here!!! Warrior! Yoongi is finally emerging from the depths of my writer blocked brain and I am SO happy you get to meet him. Once again, this series will be posted in parts just as Mama Mia! is and it may not necessarily follow a linear timeline. 

Also, I know I mentioned her in the tag list post but, SERIOUSLY you guys this story would not be possible without my wonderful friend @bulletbroofbirdy aka Rachel who has literally spent so much time dreaming up with wonderful universe with me. My sweet angel, you are the greatest in the world and I love you. Please go follow Rachel and send her all the love in the universe and thank her for her genius brain because, without her, this fic wouldn’t exist. 

War.  

It’s not an uncommon occurrence where you’re from.  

The ever-present shifting of the borderlines is a constant reminder of the struggle for power.

Many see it as a valiant effort, a noble cause...

But, war is something that doesn’t appeal to you.

It doesn’t sit right with your perspective on the world.

Sure, you understand it’s strengths and why it could be seen as necessary.

However, the consequences of war, of violence- never seem to be worth it.  

Death.

It’s not an uncommon occurrence where you’re from.  

When war is constantly raging on the background, it should be expected.  

It should be normal.  

To most of your district, it is.  

To you?

Every single rise in the death toll sends icy despair into your heart.  

Every drop of blood spilled feels as though it’s your own.  

You’re desperate to find the solution for peace but, you know it’s not that simple.  

Man is never content.

The struggle for power is never ending.  

As you grow up, you learn to adapt.  

Learning a trade is the easiest way to establish yourself so, you take up knitting and medicine.  

You sell your wears and remedies in the market every other day and spend your off days replenishing the stock that you sold.  

Your parents live comfortably but in order for them to do so, you’re in the market for hours on end.  

Today starts as any other.  

You’re gathering your wears in your family’s home as the sun is beginning to peak over the mountains.

The colors it throws through your window are breathtaking and, if you weren’t so exhausted, you’d be able to enjoy them a bit more.  

Thankfully, your preparations don’t wake your parents as they sleep soundly in their bed.  

You wish for nothing more than for them to be at peace every chance they get.  

They have sacrificed so much.

The market displays its usual scenery.  

The fishermen are always first setting up their catches from the evening prior, the butchers are hanging up their kills from the overnight hunt whilst the farmers arrange seasonal produce on their carts...

You always have your cart near the end of the market.  

It’s easier for people to think about softer things such as knitted blankets or healing elixirs once they’ve purchased their food.  

Thankfully, business is decent.  

Your wares are well-made and your elixirs have an exceptional success rate.

The prices are fair so you attract all walks of life but, you focus more on serving the lower class folk such as yourself.  

One of the fisherman, who you’ve grown acquainted with over the last few months, nods to your cart as you’re setting it up.

“What do you have today __?”

With a smile, you hold up a mauve woolen blanket which you’ve spent nearly two weeks on.

“This is the item of the day. I used a root dye to get the color- what do you think?”

He purses his lips, nodding in consideration, “I’m sure someone will snag that right away. It looks warm. It will be very useful over the next few months. Do you have any of that uh- “ Lowering his voice, he cranes his neck to assess whether or not any of his team can hear him, “ginseng mixture that you sold to me last week?”

You bite back a smirk as you nod towards the woven basket containing your various medicines, “I do. I made a new batch last night. Did you need some?”

A rapid nod is sent your way along with a handful  of coins, “Thanks. It worked wonders last time. My wife sends her gratitude.”

Your cheeks heat up immediately but given that you’ve heard worse things in the market place, you merely giggle and file your payment away.

Ginseng is a natural stimulant that you often recommend to men experiencing issues with sex or fertility. Whilst you completely stand by its effectiveness, you won’t deny that it’s slightly awkward working with the men you’ve helped. Especially since they often insist on loudly announcing how many times they had sex the night before.

The rest of the setup goes smoothly and by the time the sun fully takes its place in the sky, you are ready for the market to open.  

As your adjusting the sign on the front of your cart, you hear an interesting bout of conversation ignite in front of you

“Did you hear? The Royal Army is arriving today to refuel.”

“You’re lying. Are you serious? Do they- do you think they have him with them?”

“Of course! They aren’t stupid enough to travel without him. They’d be ambushed immediately.”

“Yah, what are you talking about?”

“The Tiger. He’s coming through town today.”

Instantly, your heart stalls in your chest.

You try your best to appear unbothered but, it doesn’t stop the panic from seeping into your bones.

The Tiger and the fleet of warriors he oversees are well-known in your village.  

Word of mouth is truly a powerful mechanism for spreading information and, stories of The Tiger had been circulating for quite sometime.

They started out simply depicting a powerful new recruit into the Royal Army.

Despite his initial inexperience, The Tiger quickly rose through the ranks due to his otherworldly fighting skills.  

According to the rumors, The Tiger was known for his silent destruction.  

By the time his enemies could grasp what was happening, The Tiger and his men had already completed their mission.  

They had already killed, maimed or destroyed whatever they were after.  

A recent success had led to The Tiger becoming the General of the largest fleet in the Royal Army.

From what you had gathered, he wasn’t much older than you so the fact that he essentially lead an entire army is quite impressive.

However, given the stories of his cruel and cold blooded nature, it makes a lot of sense.

“I heard he beheads the enemy general on the battlefield after he wins...”

“I heard he killed 3,000 men all on his own in the middle of a thunderstorm!”

“I heard he keeps a viper on him at all times and he sets it loose on anyone he disobeys him!”

“I heard that he never sleeps.”

“Do you think he’ll come here? Would he be seen out in public like that?”

“Why wouldn’t he? He has nothing to fear, there isn’t a single soul in this village who could take him on.”

“Plus, he never travels alone. He’ll have his men with him.”  

With a snort, you continue displaying your cart as normal and, only then do you realize that you stand out amongst the other merchants.

Every single one of them has an offering for the warriors.

It’s not customary to do so and, you’re only viable guess is that it has something to do with the market fawning over this tiger character.

“Were we supposed to put something out?” You murmur to the woman beside you, brows knitting in confusion.

She chuckles heartily, “When a normal fleet enters, no. We usually just offer them food and the resources we can spare.” A bit of excitement flashes through her eyes as she adjust the basket of radishes on her cart, “However, this is no ordinary fleet. I suggest you put something out too dear, that pretty face of yours could land you husband on the Tiger’s army, any one of his men would be a worthy mate. They aren’t shooting blanks like my husband over here!”

Her body jostles with laughter as she shoves her hand up against the man beside her, who looks whole-heartedly unamused.

“Jane, please...” He grumbles

You can’t help the grimace that comes across your face when Jane mentions finding a husband but, it’s quickly replaced with a mixture of amusement and sympathy.

“I have something for that.” You offer in a hushed tone and, the man seems to unfurl from his submissive position as he offers a meek smile.

“You do?”

You don’t have time to answer him before the mood of the market shifts into quiet chaos.

“I think they’re coming!” The fisherman whispers frantically, adjusting the sign on his cart for the millionth time.

As much you hate to give in to the hype, you feel compelled to go with the flow and, put something out for the warriors.  

You settle on a basket of your most popular anti-inflammatory ailment that’s proven to be quite effective amongst your customers.  

The long strips of white wood are haphazardly placed into a woven basket as you brace your ears for the piercing sound of trumpets.

Magnificent as the musicians in your village are, the blaring cacophony of noise is far from something you wish to be apart of this early in the morning.  

However, the noise never comes.  

The gates open up as normal as a reasonable size crowd begins meandering throughout the market.  

You turn towards Jane with confusion painting your features, “Where’s the music?”

Jane is adjusting her radishes once again, glancing eagerly towards the crowd of people, “The Tiger does not allow fanfare of any kind. A far away village defied his orders once and played for him and his fleet anyway and- well...” She smirks bemusedly, “it didn’t end well for them, so we respect his wishes.”

Your eyes widen at that as you nod, swallowing back any fear that threatens to crawl up your throat.  

“Got it.”

The usual slew of customers begin filing in and as business begins to pick up, you slowly forget about the famous warriors that were to enter.  

Roughly, an hour later, your basket of willow bark remains untouched and, you begin to consider putting it back in its normal place. This particular bark is quite annoying to obtain and you don’t feel great about giving it away to some warrior after you’ve spent hours trying to procure it.  

However, as you glance at other offering baskets, you notice that some of them have been emptied.  

This means of course that either your fellow merchants put their offerings away or, the warriors are already in the market.  

A strange and unsettling feeling washes over you at the thought of deadly warriors perusing throughout town. You expected that they would be recognizable, especially given their reputation but, nothing seems to give away their presence.  

As a paying customer leaves your cart with an armful of various items, you notice something that normally doesn’t garner your attention: hair.  

You see it amongst the crowd, peeking over the tops of heads.

It’s a shimmering icy platinum and it’s tied up atop a strangers head with a beaded string. It moves throughout the crowd slowly, stopping at various points, likely exchanging words with another merchant before you finally make out the face it belongs to.  

A man dressed in cotton linens maneuvers out of the crowd, dark eyes scanning his surroundings almost anxiously. As he moves closer to you, you’re able to fully take in his features.  

Pointed and smooth, his face is the epitome of contradiction.  

Deep brown eyes, rounded button-nose, pouty lips and strong eyebrows adorn his face whilst his rather large hand flexes instinctually towards the object hanging off of his hips.

It’s a sword.  

This man certainly isn’t a civilian.  

Unfortunately, you’re unable to ignore the beauty he possesses. He is quite ethereal once you get a closer look at him; you don’t think you’ve ever seen another person that looks quite like him.  

As he speaks with the fisherman, your ears perk up to in an attempt to hear the sound of his voice.  

Faintly, you can discern a bit of rasp and calculation in his tone but, you aren’t able to absorb it over the sound of the market.  

Its then you realize that you’ve been staring at this stranger for far too long and, if you’re ever going to meet your quota today, you need to avoid distractions.  

You sell another one of your blanket moments later, increasing your daily total by a reasonable amount. Making blankets is enjoyable yes but, it’s extremely time consuming so it feels good when someone rewards you for your hard work.  

“Please have some radishes! They’re grown in top soil from the northern region! It gives them a certain uh- “ Jane’s shrill voice pulls your attention towards her cart which now brandishes a new visitor: the stranger with the blonde hair.

You're realizing that Jane is pausing mid-sentence because, she is desperately looking to you for answers.

You've assisted Jane with her produce before as she was having trouble with the flavor of some of her vegetables. This was mainly due to the fact that she had been using the wrong kind of fertilizer but, you had also given her several tips to improve the overall taste of her produce.

“A certain crunch...” You finish for her, stabilizing your tone as you brave a glance towards the man. “The mixture of the soils helps with the texture.”

His feline gaze rushes towards you at the sound of your voice, as if he wasn’t expecting you to speak.  

At the sight of you, his lips part momentarily before quickly sealing in a tight lipped smile which directs toward Jane.

“Thank you.” He nods toward her as he takes one of the radishes and tucks it into the pocket of his linen pants.

“Of course! Um thank you- sir for your...services...” She stutters and it’s then you notice that she hasn’t made eye contact throughout the entirety of their conversation.  

A bit of discomfort flashes through his eyes but otherwise, he merely grunts in acknowledgement.  

Jane’s comment is the last bit of confirmation you need that this man is indeed a warrior.

However, his reaction to her words strikes you as odd. Warriors rarely shy away from gratitude. They are often proud and boastful regarding their positions but, he seems to be bothered by what she said.  

The man never looks back at Jane as he makes his way to the next cart. Every so often, you notice him looking over his shoulder or glancing towards the entrances/exits of the market. His presence doesn’t necessarily make you uneasy but, his behavior sure does.

He acts as though he is in danger.

It puts you on edge but, you direct your attention back to the customer in front of you.

“Good morning.” You smile, “Anything catch your eye?”

The man cards a hand through his salt and pepper hair as he leans over your cart, eagerly scanning the items you have on display.

“Eh do you have anything for dry skin? With winter around the corner, I gotta start thinking about this old skin of mine. The wind does a lot of damage on my knuckles.”

“You know what? I think I have just the thing...” You bend down to access the crate beneath your counter and grab a medium sized glass bottle, “This is an olive oil and honey treatment, it will treat dry skin immediately but, it’s meant to treat dry skin over a longer period of time too. I also-” You bend down once more to grab a tin of cocoa butter and place it on the counter top, “have this. This should help with daily wear and tear. You only need a little bit so this tin should last you through the winter.”

The man smiles eagerly and quickly reaches for his pockets before he freezes. You don’t notice until you look up from your counter but, the platinum haired warrior is back and, he’s standing right behind your customer.

“O-Oh go ahead, go ahead. I uh- I'll go next...” The man stutters, gesturing frantically to your cart.

With a quirked brow the warrior moves to step in front of him until you raise your hand.

“No sir, it’s ok. You’re in the middle of a transaction.” You insist, eyeing the warrior sternly,  “I’ll be with you in a moment.”

The immediate crowd surrounding your cart seems to pause, nervously glancing towards the warrior who merely nods and steps back into place.  

The shock is apparent on the faces of the crowd but you ignore it and send a reassuring smile towards your customer, “Ok, that will be 11.50 and-” You slide a bundle of rosemary towards him, “take this too, on the house. Brew it in some hot water to aid digestion, winter food tends to be a bit harsher on the system.”

The man swallows nervously, dragging his items toward his chest, “Thank you—uh so much. Thank you.” He turns towards the warrior, directing his gaze towards his feet as he bows his head, “Thank you for your service...”

The man doesn’t allow the warrior time to respond before he rushes off back into the crowd but, you get the feeling that it wouldn’t matter regardless.  

The warrior doesn’t seem interested in anyone’s gratitude.  

“Let me know if you have any questions.” You nod your head towards him, pushing the basket with your offering towards the edge of the counter before busying yourself with putting a few things back in their place.

He says nothing but, he approaches the counter whilst his eyes shrewdly observe the ins and outs of your set up.

He’s even more striking up close. His smooth, tan skin is mostly unmarked except for the giant scar running down the center of his right eye. It goes up the center of his eyelid and disappears right above the center of his brow. It’s still red and angrily risen against his otherwise angelic looking face.  

A warrior indeed.

The bit of people around your cart haven’t stopped their staring but, they are at least making an attempt to look like they aren’t paying attention. It doesn’t stop you from wishing that you didn’t have an audience.  

“Tree bark?” He questions with an arch to his brow

You look towards the basket he’s gesturing to before returning your gaze back to his.

“White willow bark.” You correct, almost defensively and it cause his lips to twitch.

“Is this some kind of decoration?”

You shake your head, placing your fingers on the edge of the basket, “No. It’s meant to be chewed. It reduces inflammation. I figured it would be useful since I imagine you deal with muscle soreness quite often.”

He smirks, “Amongst other things yes,” With long elegant fingers, he points to the basket, “So- if I chew on this, I should feel relief from any pain I might be experiencing?”

An all too rapid nod comes from you as you continue your explanation, “Well it’s mainly used to treat pain in your muscles and joints. If you’re looking to treat other types of pain, I have other options...”

He shakes his head, his hair swishing to the side as he does, “This should do, thank you.”  

You suspect that he’s done, given that the bark is (annoyingly) free and he’s only seemed to be interested in the offerings thus far so, he surprises you when he asks yet another question.

“Do you have any more of that salve?”

“Of course,” You offer him a smile now that the initial tension is starting to lift, “Did you want a big tin or small tin?”

He purses his lips in thought, looking towards his hands, “What do you recommend?”

Without a second thought, you step towards him and take one of his hands, bringing it closer to your face for inspection.  

The man seems to freeze in place, eyes widening in absolute shock, his own limb betraying him as it goes limp.

His hand displays evidence of the life he lives.  

Rough, calloused and blistered...

His nails are bitten down to a point that almost looks painful but, the thing that stands out the most is how beautiful his hand is to you.  

The strength in his skin is palpable and the indigo veins protruding against his hand are a firm reminder of what he is likely capable of.  

What you don’t notice however, is the utter panic that flushes across his face or the way his eyes dart nervously between you and his hand.

Just as you would during any consultation, you briefly run your fingers over the palm of his hand and up the length of each of his fingers

“Hmm I would recommend the big tin, I think...you have a lot of rough spots but the skin between your callouses is quite smooth so,”  You carefully set his hand back onto the counter and return your eyes back to his, “what that tells me is that your skin is roughened by your environment rather than by an actual lack of moisture.” You slide the big tin towards him, “Apply this to the dryer areas as needed throughout the day but, every night before you go to bed, make sure to put this on. Sleeping with it will allow it to seep into your skin and heal the dryness over time.”  

The warrior’s eyes are transfixed on you and for a moment he is completely speechless, his hand lingering on the counter before hurriedly places them back at his side.  

He can’t understand you and why you just touched him.  

But what’s worse, is he can’t understand why his mouth is suddenly dry.

Or why his skin is on fire...

Or why his heart is thrashing around in his chest.

He clears his throat and nods, “Very good. I’ll be sure to follow your instructions.” He sticks the hand you didn’t touch into his pocket, fishing around for something, “What’s my total?”

“That will be 3.50.” You say with a smile, holding out your hand.

He dispenses his payment into your palm before stowing his items away in his free pocket.

“Thank you.” He grunts, the hand you touched still kind of awkwardly lingering away from his body.

Was he going to wash it as soon as he got the chance?

Did you smell weird?

“Of course, have a nice day. Safe travels.” With a wave, you send him off, missing the small smile that momentarily appears on his face.

You’re genuinely relieved that the encounter is over but, you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t intrigue you.

Before you’re able to get your bearings and move on, Jane is rushing over to you frantically.

“What on Earth was that??? Do you know him??? Why didn’t you tell me you knew him?!” She swats your arm, her eyes wide with incredulity.

“Ow!” You grip your arm, “What are you talking about?”

The man has already disappeared back into the crowd but, you’re still attempting to keep your voice at a reasonable level.

Jane does not follow suit.

“You just put your hands on the Tiger!” Jane shrieks causing you to recoil in response, “He could kill you for that! What were you thinking?”

“He’s going to kill me because I touched his hand?” Your brow arches in amusement, as your lips threaten to smile, “I had no idea who he was Jane, I was just helping a paying customer.”

She doesn’t like your answer and quickly swats your arm again, “Y/N this is not a joke! He’s a dangerous man. I nearly fainted when you looked him in his eyes but, then you touched him and-”

“Jane, that’s enough.” The fisherman hisses, gesturing wildly to the crowd of people, “You’re making a scene and he’s still out here somewhere.”

She huffs her hands rushing to smooth out the apron over her dress before rushing a finger into your face, “You won’t be laughing if he shows up at your house with a sword in your face. You need to be careful.”

You smirk at this but otherwise comply, not wishing to fire her up any further, “Thank you for your concern Jane, I’ll make sure to carry my sword around too, you know, just in case.”  

Jane snorts then and rolls her eyes, scurrying back to her cart and mumbling something along the lines of:

“That mouth is going to get you killed...”

You can’t help but giggle.

There’s no doubt that the man you just spoke to was a warrior and, maybe he was some almighty warrior but he other than an intense staring problem, he didn’t scare you at all.

Thankfully, business is booming for the remainder of the day and although you’re thrilled at the money you’ll be taking home, you aren’t looking forward to all the replenishing you have to do.  

The last order of business before heading home is picking a few things for your parents and grabbing the last of the steamed buns for your best friend.

Rachel has lived beside you ever since you can remember. The two of you spent most of your childhood running around the village, causing mini bouts of chaos everywhere you went. Despite the challenges life had brought the both of you, you grew together rather than apart.  

Rachel is the village’s most treasured teacher and she’s been running the school for the past few years. She’s kind of the best and, you have a feeling she’ll be interested to hear about the rather interesting events that had transpired over the course of your day.  

As you turn down the dirt path towards her home, you start to wonder where the Tiger and his fleet would be staying.  

Your village wasn’t run-down but it wasn’t exactly luxurious by any standards.

The rubble near the beginning of the street along with the various empty wooden barrels doesn’t exactly count as décor and, the occasional drunken argument outside the village’s tavern certainly doesn’t add any class to the area but, its home.  

Rachel's house is easy to spot amongst the rest of the street as it’s the only one completely covered in plants.

She’s had a love of greenery for quite sometime and, it’s amongst the many things you two bond over.  

Adjusting the bag on your shoulder, you immediately reach for the handle and use all your weight to shove the front door open.  

Rachel is sitting on her sofa and despite the fact that she was expecting you, she still jumps at the sound.

“Oh my goodness!” She exclaims “Have you ever heard of knocking???”

You giggle but otherwise ignore her and lean against the door dramatically, “Rachel, you better get one last look at me because, this might be the last time you ever see me.”

She laughs lightly and folds her arms, “What did you do this time? Did you call the apothecary a fraud again?” Wiggling her fingers, she reaches out for the snacks your holding.

“Ok first of all, he is a fraud but no....it’s much much worse.” You shove the snacks into her awaiting hands before flopping down on the armchair, “I touched a man’s hand...”

She freezes, the bun lingering near her mouth, “Alright, now I am officially curious, why is hand touching worse?”

You smirk, “I touched...the Tiger’s hand” You point a finger at her quickly as her lips part, “Before you even make the joke, no it wasn’t a real tiger...it was THE tiger.”

Rachel snorts with laughter before going wide-eyed in shock, “You...wha--the Tiger? THE Tiger??? You TOUCHED the Tiger?!!?!? What were you thinking?!? Oh my god, did he bite? Wait, focus, Rachel---Why did you touch the Tiger?!?”  

Whilst she’s rambling on you burst out in a fit of giggles, snuggling back against the chair, “He came to my cart looking for a good salve for his hands. All I did was do an assessment as I normally do to see what he needed. I don’t understand why everyone is freaking out...he seemed pretty harmless to me.”

She leans forward on the couch, “Harmless? He seemed...harmless?!?” She whispers frantically, “He has personally slain hundreds of men with those very hands!!!  

“Why are we whispering?...”

Rachel returns to normal volume, rolling her eyes “Fine. More like thousands if you count how many his army has obliterated. And you just pawed at him--are you insane? He has killed people for less! At least that’s what the rumors say.”  

You keep giggling, completely unfazed as you make yourself at home, “The rumors also say that he killed an entire village because they played their trumpets for him. I don’t know how credible these rumors are.”

“Well....what was he like then? You cannot drop this information on me and not give me every detail.” She insists, gesturing wildly at you before leaning back and sipping from her mug.

“Uh he was fine. I mean- he was normal I guess, I don’t know. He has really long hair, its blonde- like really blonde. He looks young, way younger than I thought he’d be. He has a big scar over his eye. Jane was practically drooling over him...”

Realization crosses Rachel’s face as she watches you intently. She relaxes back into her chair as a knowing smile spreads across her face, “Ohhhh young, blonde, mysterious...Jane must really HAVE been drooling. Seems like she’s not the only one, though...”

“I mean- the fisherman guys were pretty excited too I guess. I don’t know what the big deal is honestly, I know he’s supposed to be good on the battlefield but they were treating him like he was some kind of king or something.” You narrow your eyes “Are you suggesting I was drooling over him? Because I definitely wasn’t...I even told him to wait his turn in line.” You insist, shifting around on the chair.

Rachel crosses her legs dramatically, steeping her fingers as she observes you, “Was that before or after you found out he was handsome? Hmm?” She smirks again, holding her hands up innocently, “I am implying nothing, I am just NOTICING that you are definitely affected by him. I haven’t seen you impressed by....well, anyone.”

She’s not wrong.

“Hey hey whoa...who said anything about impressed?? I’m not impressed. I’m not impressed at all.”

Rachel eyes you suspiciously”...right...not impressed at all. Well, did you at least hear anything about them? Any word on how long the army will be here? We’ve got to be the safest village in the country as long as they are in town.” Suddenly, she facepalms in realization, “My students will be so distracted as long as they are here.”

“Not impressed. He’s just a man with a scar and sword...” You insist, twiddling your thumbs “I guess they are just refueling, I’m not sure how long they will be here. Jane told me I need to watch my back so, hopefully not for long...” You giggle again, thinking of how excited the schoolchildren will be now that the legendary Tiger is in town, “maybe you can make an assignment out of it...”

She stares off into space for a moment and mutters, “that’s not a bad idea...we could get outside, maybe a soldier could come speak to them? There’s got to be at least one that’s not terrifying?...” Rachel shakes her head, unimpressed with your lack of understanding, “Just a man with a scar and sword—he is the most feared military leader of our generation! And I wouldn’t worry TOO much about watching your back. After all—none of the legends involve the Tiger killing civilians, do they? At the very least his presence here means good business for the village. If you can get the Tiger as a repeat customer I can only imagine the profits you’ll turn at that little stall!” She muses, laugh heartily, “Buy the salve that soothed a beast! I can hear the gossip already...”

You point a finger at her, “I like the way you think. If you ever want to stop educating and enriching the minds of our youth and be my business partner, let me know...” Suddenly the humor within you dissipates as the reality of your situation seems to sink in, “You don’t think I should be worried though right?”

Rachel lets out a short laugh, “Thanks for the offer...” She shakes her head, “As far as this Tiger business is concerned...I don’t think your safety is under any threat. How did he react when you touched him? Did he seem angry?”

“He just froze...” You recall, your eyes unfocusing slightly, “It was kind of weird honestly. I’ve never had anyone do that before. It’s pretty normal to get checked out during an apothecary visit. I guess I wasn’t supposed to look at him either but, how the hell am I supposed to do an exam if I can’t look at his face?”

“Hmmm...that is strange. I’ll be honest, I thought he would have scolded you or pulled away based on the stories. Unless...” Rachel slumps back against her sofa, her face relaxing into a smirk, “...he was just as surprised by you as you were of him.”

You wrinkle your nose, “Ew no. Definitely not.”  

Rachel doesn’t look convinced but you continue nevertheless, suddenly wishing to change the subject.

“He looked nervous I guess- I don’t know. His hand just sort of hung there after I finished. Today was weird...anywayyy-” You nod to the dough between your palms, “How are the buns? Did anything interesting happen in the education world.”

“Oh three boys got in a worm eating contest and threw up on their practice parchment so I could go without that kind of interesting for awhile. The buns are transcendent as usual but you-” She narrows her eyes in your direction, “- are dodging. Why would a general be nervous around you hmm? You said he is young...is he also handsome?”

“Ah god I love kids...” You note with a giggle before shrugging, shrinking back into the chair, “I don’t know. Objectively he- he definitely wasn’t ugly.”

Rachel raises an eyebrow, “I sense there is more to it than that.”

“Fine. He was easily the most handsome man I’ve ever seen in my life. There! Are you happy now?” You grumble before dramatically staring off into the distance, “Oh to be murdered by the most handsome man alive...how romantic.”

This prompts a twinkling bout of laughter from Rachel who has finally finished the first of her many snacks, “I can think of worse ends my friend. Perhaps that was your only interaction? I am sure he is busy making preparations; too busy to be executing smart-mouthed apothecaries. I wouldn’t fret too much Y/N.”

With you sigh, you accept her analysis, sending a nod her way, “You’re probably right and, that’s probably for the best.” Despite the conviction in your tone, you can feel the disappointment on your face, “Thank you for calling my mouth smart.” You smirk before nodding toward the door, “I should probably head home. My father has a nasty cough and I seriously doubt he’s taken the medicine I left for him.”

Meeting you at the door, Rachel pulls you in for a big hug, “The smartest mouth in town- that's why I keep you around. Give your father my love and tell him, if he gives you a hard time—I will find out!”

You laugh, hugging her tightly, “The second smartest mouth in town...” You insist, “let’s do the tavern this weekend please. The children have been taking all your time and I miss my best friend!”

“Of course! No pack of tiny ruffians can get between me and a night out.”

You pat her shoulder gently before stepping out of the doorframe, “That’s right.” You smile, thankful to have someone like her in your life, “love you, have a good night.”

“Good night, sleep tight...” She sings, slowly closing the door, “don’t let the Tiger bite!” She laughs wildly before slamming the door shut to prevent your retaliation.

She’s a menace.

The walk back home is pleasant, the fall breeze nips at your skin through your sweater but, it feels refreshing against your flushed cheeks.  

Your parents are asleep by the time you return home.  

It’s common for you to arrive well past their bedtime but, despite your lack of contact, they still manage to make you feel loved.

On the kitchen table sits bowl of stew and freshly baked bread, along with a new blanket for the winter.  

Your mom makes a fresh one everywhere with thicker fabric to combat the icy freeze of the winter climate. The stew will be cold but, your heart will be warm and your stomach will be full.  

In truth, these are the only things that matter to you.  

Living simple certainly has it’s drawbacks but overall, you are comforted by it. Your parents raised you to be thankful for the things you have and to only set your sights on obtaining things that truly matter to you. It doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t have goals but, your parents have always stressed that external success can be fickle and, material possessions only take you so far.  

Being content is truly priceless and, you’re thankful they instilled these values into you.

Climbing into bed, you allow your mind to wander to the man you met today.  

You couldn’t quite understand the legend behind him. Not to say that he wasn’t worthy of such folklore but, it’s more so that you didn’t exactly understand the warnings behind it.  

He didn’t seem scary.

Although, it’s possible his demeanor is something he uses along with his beauty.

It could be that the Tiger lives up his animal comparison.

Beautiful and deadly.

Village gossip shouldn’t keep you awake longer than necessary, you think, it’s time to rest up so that tomorrow’s work day doesn’t feel like a never-ending task.  

With the sound of the whistling wind just outside your home, you slowly close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

Your plan for a peaceful nights rest is completely demolished when you feel the frantic hands of your mother shaking you awake.

“Y/N! Wake up! Wake up! Raiders- they are raiders outside, hurry!” She drags the covers off of you, “We have to go!”

In a haphazard blur, you spring to your feet and arm yourself with a few important possessions and your sword.  

Your parents tow behind you as you make your way out of your home.  

The village is in utter chaos; shouting, clanking metal, screaming, amber flames peaking out from above the rooftops.  

You grab your mothers arm, keeping her close to you as you try your best to follow procedures.

Like most smaller villages, your area is equipped with a protocol that will ensure the least amount of damage if there were to be an invasion.

Collect the essentials and gather your loved ones

Arm yourself

Make your way to the town square; there is strength in numbers.

Allow the raiders to take what they want (with the exception of human lives)

Negotiate

Simple in theory but, rarely in practice.

It’s difficult to keep up with a protocol during times of intense stress.

Amidst the chaos, you see Rachel scrambling out of her house, with a bag slung over her shoulder.

You cry out for her, desperately hoping she will hear your voice over the madness,

“Rachel! Over here!”

With wide eyes, she reaches out for your mother’s hand, bowing her head to shield from any possible debris.  

“The army is here, they will protect us.” Your father murmurs solemnly beside you, his face stoic and rid of any bit of positivity

This could end very badly.  

The four of you rush into the town square, trying your best to remain calm throughout the screaming, back up against a wall. Your grip tightens on your mothers hand as you spot the tents of the armed guests currently residing in your village.

The raiders continue their plundering throughout the town accompanied by the sounds of glass breaking and shouting.  

Suddenly, there is a different sound: the clanking of swords. Briefly, you can see glimpses of armor peeking out of homes, the sight causing your eyes to widen.

“Look!”

Rachel and your parents crane their necks to see what you’re pointing out as the sounds coming from within your village begin to change.

Grunting, groaning, more clanking swords and a bit of shouting shoot out of the main street like fireworks.

“Clear the path!” An unfamiliar voice shouts and it’s then you can see what’s going on.

The raiders have been captured thanks to the ominous group of tourists that arrived yesterday.

Oddly enough, you don’t even remember seeing them leave their tents and it makes you wonder how the hell they managed to move so quickly undetected.  

There are several men, dressed in black and gold armor, dragging the raiders by their shirts to the center of town square. One of them is a tall, doe eyed looking man with shaggy brown hair and biceps that could likely snap a neck if they so desired. He has his sword to the back of one of the raiders who scuffles along on his knees to meet with the rest of his captured teammates.  

As the rest of the soldiers file in, another leader of the troop, tall and equally broad, gestures to Bambi with the biceps.

“Jungkook-ah! Bring the leader to the center; let our general deal with him.”

Jungkook does just that, quickly the toe of his boot into the back of the raider and jerking his head to the center of the plaza, “You heard him- move.” He grunts and the raider reluctantly shuffles forward.

Your fellow villagers are reasonably alarmed but, they all seem to freeze in place as they watch the show unravel before them.

This is already more excitement than your village has had in ages and, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t eating it up.

The man who has now been identified as Jungkook, steps away from the raider, still pointing his sword at him, a smug smirk on his face, “You know for a master thief, you were far too easy to catch. Lucky for me, I made a bet with my brothers here that I would catch you in 10 minutes,” Jungkook walks back towards the man, entangling his fingers in the roots of his hair before tugging backwards, “, and according to the clock tower, it only took me 8.”  

Beside you, Rachel seems to swallow back her surprise before subconsciously starting to fan her face,  

“Goodness, he really is something huh?”

Despite the tense nature of the situation, her demeanor makes you giggle,  

“Stop drooling over the calvary...”

She smacks you playfully which causes your father to shush both of you, a moment which reminds you of your schoolyard days.

A bit of immaturity is actually refreshing after the events of this morning.

“Jungkook-ssi,” A voice bellows throughout the plaza, sending a chill down your spine, “What have I told you about placing bets on our captors huh?”

As the voice grows louder, you see him: the Tiger, stepping out from the main street, his long platinum hair flowing freely in the wind. His hand brandishes a sword, one that most certainly possesses the ability to inflict some serious harm.  

Sheepishly, Jungkook smirks, releasing the man’s hair roughly and stepping back to his original spot, his sword posing to strike.

“Sorry hyung, this one was just too easy. I saw him skirting the perimeter last night, I know it would be a sure win once I saw his technique.”

So that’s how the army was able to move so quickly; they already anticipated this attack.

The Tiger chuckles darkly, his eyes alight with pure delight, “Aish- what am I going to do with you people hm?”  

He moves like his name; slow, deliberate, deadly- you know that you’re about to witness an execution and you aren’t sure if you can stomach the sight, even if these raiders deserve it.

Its your turn to swallow back your reaction to him which doesn’t go unnoticed by your best friend standing beside you.

“Now look who’s drooling...” She teases, giggling as you playfully shove your elbow into her side.

The crowd is dangerously still, hanging on each syllable the Tiger speaks whilst his men, six other soldiers roughly his size, watch intently.

The rest of the raider clan are being held captive by the remainder of the fleet, bowing their heads in shame and fear but, the leader seems unaffected by their defeat.

“You lot aren’t men.” The man spits, his accent thick,  “you’re narcissistic little boys who like to play dress up. You’re cowards, hiding behind your swords, killing everything that stands in your way. You have no idea how the other half live. You have no honor.”

There are gasps throughout the crowd then as your village grows shocked at the way he’s spoken to the Tiger.

If you had any hope that this wouldn’t end violently, it’s been squashed by the time the leader finishes his sentence.

The Tiger however, merely chuckles again, a light smirk on his carnation lips,

“It’s odd that a man who earns his keep by stealing from others would have the authority to lecture my men and I about honor.” He kisses his teeth and slowly raises his sword to brush against the man’s cheek, “Look at all these poor people hm? You've terrified them. Your lack of intelligence isn’t their burden to bear now is it? But you have made it their problem; ripped them from their homes, terrorized their children, their livelihoods and, all because you’re too incompetent to learn your own trade.”

The Tiger’s words infuriate him and the next thing you know, he’s lunging off the ground towards the Tiger, a snarl arising on his mouth.

It prompts your hands to fly to your face and your feet to nearly trip over themselves as you brace for the inevitable fight.

But it doesn’t come.  

With one swoop of his arm, the Tiger has the leader knocked to the floor and underneath his leather boot. Jungkook has reacted quickly as well, his arm raising in the air to slice his sword through the man’s body. With one twitch of his hand however, the Tiger stops Jungkook from following through,

“See? You can’t do things like that my friend. Because if you do, my big friend here with the sword will slice your greasy head in two.” The Tiger smirks again, before turning his head over his shoulder, “You folks wouldn’t want to spend the day cleaning blood of your beautiful plaza now would you?”

Overexcited villagers quickly shout various commentary at him,

“Kill him!”

“Cut his head off!”

“Make him pay!”

The Tiger chuckles once more, raising his brows as the man struggles beneath his boot, “Well, I guess you’re lucky they aren’t in charge of your punishment...” He looks up towards the remainder of his fleet, nodding his head at the other prisoners, “Namjoon, Jin: ensure that none of these men are here against their will. If the rest of you are here by choice, I suggest you make yourselves disappear into the forest before I allow these fine people to get ahold of you.”

Immediately, the Tiger’s fleet begin following his orders and take the men away towards their tents. As they walk out of the plaza, only Jungkook, the Tiger and the clan leader remain.  

You notice Jungkook scan the crowd then, peering out at the eager faces watching the show he is willingly apart of. Very briefly but noticeably, his eyes land on your best friend and as they do, they seem to linger.

He looks curious, almost boyish in a way as his ways seem to memorize her face but before Rachel even realizes what’s going on, his eyes quickly return to the raider.  

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it. Don’t be a coward, I can’t listen to you ramble any longer.” The man growls which prompts the Tiger to push his foot down a little harder upon his back.

“I’m not your executioner, thief. Your fate resides with the Queens.” He explains, matter of factly before jerking his head towards Jungkook, “Put him in the portable cell. I’ll send a notice to the council that we have a criminal that needs to be dealt with.”

Jungkook nods, eagerly crossing the bit of plaza and kneeling down to restrain the man with handcuffs.

He grips the chain linking them and heaves him upwards so he’s standing between the two men.  

“I’ll hose him off first,” Jungkook wrinkles his nose in disgust, “I don’t want him stinking up our camp.”

“Fuck you-” The man spits, jerking his wrists in Jungkook’s grip which then causes the Tiger to raise his sword once again.

“Behave yourself, thief.” He commands, his eyes darkening for the first time, “I’m assuming if you’ve heard stories of my fleet, you are privy to the fact that we don’t miss our target. Please don’t give me a reason to live up to my name.”

With that, the two men drag off the clan leader towards the rest of their fleet, not bothering to look back at the dozens of people they just saved.

They ignore the applause, the gratitude, the pleas for them to return and feast.

You have to admit that you’re shocked.  

The supposedly wicked and ruthless Tiger sure seems to have quite a bit of restraint and diplomacy.

“Did he- did he really just let him go? Unharmed?”

Rachel asks a very good question and it seems to be the one on your parents minds as well.

“It’s extremely odd. I was fully prepared to witness an execution, he would have been within his right.” Your father notes, his eyes still trained on the center of the plaza.

Generals have a certain level of freedom with the prisoners they choose to capture; they are expected to have good judgement and carry out punishments if necessary.

In essence, the Tiger had every bit of authority to end that mans life and, given that he an eager crowd behind him, it genuinely perplexes you.

“Organized raids come with an automatic life sentence, the leaders are usually executed within a few days of their trial.” Your mother notes and it’s then that Rachel notices your silence.

“Well I think it’s safe to say that you didn’t make it on his hit list. You can’t be worse than a lead raider...” She grins, knowing full well that your confusion also comes with an annoying amount of curiosity.  

She also knows that you plan on finding a way to speak with him again.  

And she is absolutely right.

--------------------------

“Should I say hi to Jungkook for you? Ask if he’s betrothed?” You tease and Rachel promptly throws balled up dress your way.

You went to her house after the excitement in the town square to bake a batch of fresh bread for the Tiger’s fleet.

Bread is increasingly hard to come by these days due to a crop shortage in the northern region so despite what people may think, most military diets consist of salted meat and corn.  

Doughy, fluffy, cheesy, rosemary bread is a luxury.

“I have a feeling you’ll be preoccupied with your mission to court the Tiger.” She retorts but a deep frown comes over her then, as she wraps the last loaf in parchment paper, “Are you sure you should be doing this? Waltzing over to a tent full of dangerous soldiers doesn’t seem like a good idea.”

“I want to thank them.” You insist, loading your basket with the rest of the loaves, glancing up at your worried friend, “All the village ever talks about is how ruthless they are, how cruel they are known to be but, the reality is: they saved us. It must be frustrating to refuel just as any other fleet would and have people gossip about you or fear you unnecessarily. I’m not planning on staying for tea or anything, I just want to show my appreciation.”

Rachel raises her brows, “That’s all hm?”

You nod, “Yep.” Your lips pop with the sound of the p and Rachel remains unconvinced.

“This has nothing to do with the Tiger?”

“Of course not.” Your answer tumbles past your lips far too quickly and, it causes your friend to grin knowingly at you.

“I know that look-”

“Ugh what look?”

“The look. That one-” She points at you, “You’re about to do something you know you shouldn’t.”

Her smile is far too contagious and her knowledge of you surpasses anyone you’ve ever known in your life.  

She has your number and there really is no point in lying to her.

“Fine, ok maybe it has a little something to do with the Tiger-” You smirk, trying to stifle the giggle that threatens your disposition, “Don’t laugh at me!”

Rachel’s twinkling laughter fills the room as she rounds the counter. Placing her hands on your shoulders, she smiles fondly at you, “Just be careful ok? I know he intrigues you and honestly I’m not at all surprised but, don’t let your curiosity get in the way of your safety. That’s the most important thing.”  

“I won’t.” You promise, smiling back at her, placing your hands on hers, “I promise, I’ll be careful.”

Rachel helps you out once again, insuring you have everything you need before her soft voice is answering a question you asked moments earlier.

“And uh about that Jungkook boy-”

You smirk, “He’s definitely not a boy, did you see his muscles? He looks like he could bench press a mountain lion.”

She grows flustered, “No, I didn’t see any muscles, I have no idea what you’re talking about-”

“Oh so you also didn’t notice him staring at you in the plaza today right?”

Rachel’s eyes widen, “Wait he was?” She clears her throat, amending her eagerness as you giggle, “He definitely wasn’t staring at me don’t be ridiculous. What I was going to say-”

“What you were going to say is that ‘no Y/N, I don’t want you to check on Jungkook’s marital status directly but, should you happen to come across his left hand, let me know whether or not you see a shiny band around his finger, not that I would care or anything. Because, I totally don’t have the hots for him.’ “

Her mouth opens and then closes like a fish before she playfully nudges you through her doorway, “Shut up.”

With a laugh and a few parting words, you are off to visit the tent of your village's heroes.  

You would be lying if you said you weren’t nervous.

But you’d also be lying if you said you were nervous for the right reasons.

The concept of walking into the basecamp of a supposedly elite and ruthless fleet is one thing but, talking to someone you find attractive?  

Absolutely terrifying.

Your presence is immediately noted by the men inside the camp.

Two of them are seated at a table outside of one of the tents, hands and teeth full of meat, their motions freezing in place as they see you.

As you pass by one of their horses, you notice of them is speaking with a group of raiders.  

The conversation seems amicable, suggesting that many of the raider clan was indeed in your village against their will.

You approach the main but, before you are able to make ring the bell on the outside, you are crashing chest first into a very firm and very broad chest.

“Holy-” The voice sounds familiar and as you look up, you are meet with the bambi with biceps himself: Jungkook.

“Hello I-” You attempt to begin but his panicked voice interrupts you.

“Yah hyung??? Uh there’s a-” He swallows thickly stepping away from you, “There’s a girl here!”

The word seems foreign on his tongue and his behavior genuinely surprises you.

Where was the cocky warrior from this morning, brandishing a sword and placing bets on his captors?

“Jungkook, for the last time- we don’t use that word. We say young lady or woman...” Another voice, one you don’t recognize fades into your scope of hearing before pushing open the fabric of the tent. He is arguably just as beautiful as the other men, tall, dark haired, buff- as if he would be anything else.

“Oh, hello. Are you...” The man narrows his brows as he looks towards the group of raiders speaking with one of his counterparts, “Are you with the group or?”

You shake your head, your basket swinging when you turn back towards the village, “Oh no, no I’m from the village. My name is Y/N Y/L/N...” You bow your head slightly, “I came here to bring you this,” You gesture to the basket, “It’s fresh bread. I wanted to thank you for saving my people today.”

You feel the need to rush out your explanation as the rest of the fleet continues to stare at you. In fact, the way they are looking at you is rather unnerving.

It isn’t disrespectful just intrusive; they are looking at you as if you’ve sprouted a second head.

“You-” The man before you cocks his head, looking befuddled, “You came here to- thank us?”

“Well yes, I know bread is hard to come by and I figured you could use a pick-me-up after your fight this morning.”

He smiles now but his incredulity doesn’t change as he takes the basket from your hands, “It’s warm.” He notes, “Did you bake this recently?”

“Yes I baked it today, just now actually uh-” You decide to speak candidly now since the possible threat margin seems to be closing, “You look confused.”

Jungkook is practically hiding behind the man you’re addressing and it takes a large part of you not to laugh at his behavior.

“Forgive me.” He chuckles, “We aren’t exactly used to hospitality. Most villagers avoid us like the plague, it probably has to do with our General but regardless.” He bows his head, “We appreciate the gesture. I’ll make sure to pass along your gratitude to him once he returns.”  

“Oh is he not here? I was hoping to thank him myself.” You try and mask the disappointment in your tone, not wishing to come across as stranger than you already did.

The man shakes his head, “No. He often takes a walk after an invasion; gotta make sure the perimeter is secure.” He smiles and you are taken aback by how white his teeth were, “My name is Seokjin, I’m the outreach expert on the fleet and unofficial chef. I promise your bread will be put to good use, it’s been months since we’ve had any decent carbs.”  

His comment makes you smile and you are delighted that his demeanor is so welcoming.

“I’m sorry to heart that. Will you be in town long? I can try to set you up with a few more baskets before your departure?”

Seokjin chuckles warmly before snorting as Jungkook paws at the basket, “Easy.” He admonishes but its too late, Jungkook already has half a loaf down in his mouth, his chest rumbling with the sound of his groan.  

“Oh my god hyung, it’s so good...”

Seokjin looks disgusted with him but hands him the basket anyway, nodding to the rest of the fleet, “Share. Make sure you save a loaf for Yoongi and I.”

Jungkook happily obliges but not before turning towards you and bowing, “Uh thanks for the- for the bread....”

His sentence is choppy and over before it even begins as he goes bounding off in the direction of his team.

“Pardon him, he’s been in the army since he was fourteen. We haven’t done an amazing job at socializing him but, he’s getting better. He’s still a bit antsy around women though.” Seokjin chuckles, fondness in his eyes, “Ah but to answer your question, yes. We've decided to set up here for a few weeks to train our new recruits. I would love to more of this bread if it’s not too much trouble.”

You smile, waving him off, attempting to conceal your happiness at the news he’s just delivered, “Nonsense, I’d be happy to bake some more.”

“Excellent!” He chirps, clasping his hands together, “I’m sure Yoongi would be happy to know we’ve finally manage to contact with a villager. It’s been an issue for us, stories spread like wildfire you know? And just like wildfire, they tend to do more harm than good.”

“And Yoongi is?”

Seokjin chuckles, “Ah I believe you’d know him better as...” He flutters his fingers dramatically, “ the Tiger.”

Yoongi.

So that was his name.

“Oh yes,” You amend, “I’ve certainly heard of him but, I prefer to make my own judgements rather than succumb to the gossip.”

He smirks, “That’s very noble of you Y/N. I for one,” He places a hand on his chest, throwing a wink your way, “, live for the gossip.”

Your meeting with Seokjin ends soon after that with a promise that you would return with more bread.  

As much as you wanted to rush back to Rachel’s house to inform of your meeting with the ‘most dangerous fleet in the world’, you remind yourself that school is in session; a necessary but annoying inconvenience.

However, there are plenty of ways you plan on keeping busy for the remainder of the day and one of them involves visiting the river to collect more herbs for your remedies.  

You obviously weren't able to sell your wares today as the marketplace was still littered with evidence of the robbery.  Your parents had insisted you take the day off to restock and recuperate whilst they helped the village leaders clean up.

Reluctantly, you agreed and you are now very grateful that you had.

The river has always been one of your favorite places. It was rich, green, buzzing with life and, always a few degrees colder than your village. Surrounded by mossy trees that seem to stretch as high as the clouds, the river is encased with life. Rabbits, squirrels, tortoises, frogs and a plethora of birds all coral in the area the river resides in whilst bears, big cats, wolves and monkeys hide behind the dense forest. It’s any apothecary’s paradise as it is also the residence of any herbs capable of growing in damp areas.  

Angelica, Blue Vervain, Marshmallow, Stinging Needle and more: the river is your one stop shop for so many of your essential ingredients.

Today you’re after a particular herb though and armed with another woven basket, you make your way towards the large bushels of it growing at the base of a tree trunk.

Valerian is an essential herb in your arsenal and due to its popularity, it’s something you’re consistently having to restock.  

Gathering it carefully, ensuring you don’t disturb the root of the plant.

You are so enthralled with your current task that you don’t even notice that you are no longer alone.

“Is this where the tree bark grows?”

You jump nearly six feet out of your skin, whipping your head around to face your intruder.

Standing before you is the myth himself, the Tiger or as you’ve recently learned: Yoongi.

He’s still in his armor from earlier, his long tendrils pulled back away from his face into a low ponytail. Between his lips, which are curving slightly, is a piece of the bark he had taken from your cart the day prior.

He is chewing it as you instructed.

“You of all people should know not to ambush someone like that...” You breath, placing a hand on your chest, “I could have wacked you with this basket or something.”

He just smirks, “I’ve had worse.” He notes, taking the bark from between his teeth, “I’m sorry I frightened you though, I didn’t expect to see anyone here.”

“Likewise.” You retort, nodding your head at the bark, “Is it helping?”

He shrugs, “Too early to tell I suppose but, it’s tending to my oral fixation so, either way it has a purpose.”

You straighten up a bit more and smooth out your dress, “It will work, it just takes a bit of time.” You assure him before adjusting the herbs in your basket, “I came by your tent earlier to offer my thanks for what you and your men did today, your outreach coordinator Seokjin told me he’d pass along the message but-”

“You did what?”

His tone doesn’t entirely lean one way or the other and you quickly grow worried that you offended him.

“I brought a basket of bread to uh-” You swallow thickly, meeting the intensity of his gaze, “to your camp as a thank you for saving my village.”

Several emotions flicker across his face before he settles on surprise, “I see. Were they polite?”

You can’t help but smile, this day truly has been full of surprises and, Yoongi’s demeanor is only adding to that list.  

“I only had the privilege of meeting Seokjin and well- I kind of met Jungkook but, he seemed a little-”

“Awkward?” Yoongi smirks

“A little.” You amend, “But both of them were very polite. They explained that they often don’t receive any hospitality on stops like this; I was very sorry to hear that.”

Yoongi’s teeth seem to catch the inside of his cheek as he nods curtly, “There’s no need for apologies. Hospitality is welcome but, never expected. I try to teach my men that we should never expect gratitude for what we do as it so often comes with a price.”

“I suppose gratitude should be offered situationally then, there was very little draw back to what you did today. Our village is privy to raiders; maybe if word gets around that you all were in town, that might prevent this from happening again.”

He purses his lips before nodding in consideration, “I see you’re point. Regardless of its necessity, gratitude is always welcome: especially when free food is involved.”

His comment makes you giggle and your laughter makes his lips itch in a way they never have.

“I wholeheartedly agree with that. I get a surprising amount of baked goods sent my way doing what I do so, I’ll have no problem dolling out the gratitude while you all are here.”  

Yoongi’s brows knit in confusion, “Do you people often pay you in baked goods?”

Laughter flows freely out of your mouth then and you shake your head at his question, “Definitely not, I sell my goods for currency as does any obedient member of society,” At this Yoongi smirks again, he likes your wit, a lot, “but I do receive muffin baskets, cakes, pies and whatnot from happy customers. They’re mainly from women whose husbands have taken my ginseng remedy.”

His curiosity blooms, “And why is that?”

You feel a bit of heat rushing to your cheeks, “Ginseng enhances uh- drive, often times it can be used a stimulant to promote you know-” You’re hoping Yoongi will put the pieces together but instead his eyes remain expectant, “passion.”

The word makes Yoongi straighten up a bit and in an effort to look casual, he nods quickly and hums a little too loudly.

“Ah yes. Of course. Well, as I said- free food is free food right?” He wagers, his fingers rubbing at the bit of bark.

Its your turn to smirk now but, you quickly change the subject when you ask, “Is the leader of the clan secure? I didn’t see him when I passed through your camp.”

He clears his throat, bringing the bark back towards his mouth, “He is. I have him locked up just behind the trees so he isn’t able to influence the new recruits. He had an alarming number of unwilling participants within his group, many of them claimed to be brought there with the threat of physical harm.”

You kiss your teeth and shake your head, “I don’t understand that kind of behavior. I understand that sometimes desperate people do desperate things but, to exert power or harm over another person without a viable cause...it just makes no sense to me.”

He’s intrigued now and as he brings the bark back to his lips, his brow knit with curiosity, “Hm. So do you think there is a justification to steal but not to commit violence?”

You can’t figure out why your opinion would matter to him but, you sure as hell aren’t going to question the length of this conversation.

“I think that some people believe they have no other choice but to steal. Wealth and power aren’t possible without a poor man to stand on, to oppress- I don’t support the idea of taking what doesn’t belong to you but, I could see why people are driven to do so. People are growing tired of being the poor man. Senseless violence isn’t something I could find a justification for. What the raiders often do, is both so I guess-” You hesitate, “I’m conflicted.”

Yoongi is captivated by your explanations, not because they are particularly ground breaking but, because they are particularly human. You aren’t afraid to discuss the complexity of life nor are you afraid to admit when certain things confound you.

“That’s a fair assessment. Do you agree with today’s outcome?”

Your smile returns, as you adjust the basket on your arm again, “I did. Especially because it seemed to surprise everyone, myself included.”

His lips return to his smirk, “Why? Because I didn’t behead him?”

“Exactly.” You breathe out a laugh before continuing,  “I for one was shocked to see you deal with the situation without your trusty viper...”  

His face turns to one of incredulity, “Oh my- you're not serious are you? Do people genuinely think I keep a viper on me at all times? Do they have any idea how unpractical that is?”

Yoongi’s reaction sends you into a fit of giggles and the sound makes his lips itch again.

He decides he enjoys the sound very much.

“I’m sure you’ve set a few people straight after this morning,” You offer, wiping a bit of moisture from the corner of your eye, “I doubt the rumors will repopulate the same way after you leave.”

“What do you think of them?”

“The rumors?”

“They’re entertaining.” You shrug, “But I don’t like to make assumptions about people unless I’ve met them, not even scary and supposedly cruel generals like yourself.”

The ghost of a smile shows itself on Yoongi’s mouth and his eyes seem to glimmer, pleased with your answer.

“I wish more people had that mindset.”  

It’s all he says before promptly dropping the subject again, nodding in the direction behind him, “I should probably head back to camp. I have a feeling that the longer I am away, the smaller my chances of getting any of that bread become.”

“You’re probably right, I have to be back before sunset anyway.” Your parents don’t like it when you’re out at the river after dark, “It was very nice meeting you Yoongi. I hope you enjoy the bread.”

His lips as he realizes something vital, “I’m sure I will. Forgive me, I don’t remember catching your name...”

At his observation, you extend your hand towards his, “Oh of course, my name is Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”

Without looking down, he grasps your hand gently as if he were afraid to break it, “Y/N- I’ll remember it.” He promises unnecessarily but it still sends a flutter through your heart, “Get home safe.”

When he releases your hand, you step back towards the bushel of Valerian before smiling once more,  

“You too.”

As Yoongi departs from the river, he smirks to himself.

Perhaps this wouldn’t be the routine stop he had planned on.

Perhaps this would be so much more.

[loversamongus]

Lovers Among Us - atla smau

masterlist / part 17 / part 18 / part 19

a/n: Zuko and Y/n’s conversation under the cut!

With both crutches under your arms, you made your way to the door and opened it. Sure enough, Zuko was standing there just as he said. You caught a quick glimpse of him leaning against the hallway wall with his arms folded, but he immediately straightened up when his eyes met yours. You felt your stomach drop a little and you had the sudden inclination to worm your way back inside the room where your friends sat still watching the movie. Surely, a man with razor hands and a decaying face who kills you in your nightmares is less frightening than this leap you’re about to take. Zuko must have felt your apprehension though because he held the door wide to help you through it and rested his hand on your shoulder to guide you across the threshold.

“You know, once I get a boot instead of these crutches, this will be a lot easier,” you said, more of an attempt to calm the hurricane of butterflies boarding up in your gut. “I could probably kick Sokka pretty hard with the boot, now that I think about it.”

Zuko didn’t respond; he only smiled. You would not have thought much about such a small smile, but recently everything about Zuko seemed to become a permanent fixture in your mind.

For the first time, you noticed just how small Zuko’s smiles actually were. So small, in fact, that if someone were not looking close enough, they may just assume his face was resting in his typical trademark scowl. How wrong they’d be though, you thought. They’d just be searching for his smiles in the wrong place. His real smile was in his eyes. There was a glow and warmth in his eyes. It was both inviting and comforting like a steady fire on a cold winter day. Zuko quirked an eyebrow, which you noticed immediately as you had just then registered that you had been staring at him through that entire internal monologue. Suddenly the carpeted hallway became very interesting. And the heat on your cheeks? Definitely from the temperature in the hallway. Or the strain of crutching around. Yep. That’s it completely.

You were quiet the rest of the walk to the car. You were quiet for the car ride to the Jasmine Dragon. While you said nothing, your decided to be quite the chatterbox. In addition to noticing and now appreciating all of Zuko’s little quirks, you also began to reflect on memories of your friendship with Zuko. You remembered when you first became friends with him and almost pulling an all nighter just texting each other. You remembered going to the farmer’s market with the gang, and splitting up to cover more group. Zuko stayed with you and carried all the fresh produce you picked out. For months the two of you kept up an inside joke about the man at the cabbage stand. You remembered how much you missed him when he went home to the Fire Nation one summer. You remembered the instant joy you felt when he came back early and being stricken with concern when he said he won’t be going back home for awhile. You remembered when Iroh was sick and had to be hospitalized for some time and Zuko called you at 3 in the morning just so completely lost. You remembered how you did the same thing when your grandmother was died. He rushed over to your room immediately and just hugged you until you felt something again. And you did feel something back then. But what, you didn’t know. So you pushed it aside and carried on.

The car door opened, jolting you out of your thoughts. You turned to see Zuko offering his hand. “We’re here,” he said, and you took his hand which guided you out of the car. He had already taken your crutches out from the backseat and handed them to you.

Silently, you thanked the heavens for giving you a best friend who has his own set of keys to his uncle’s tea shop. It was late and the Jasmine Dragon had closed hours ago. While you still wished Freddy Krueger would just come and kill you now, you were glad that you and Zuko would at least have some privacy. He gestured for you to take a table while he flipped on a few lights and shuffled to the back to brew up some tea. Of course, he returned after some agonizing, nervous foot-tapping moments later with your favorite blend.

“So,” he said.

“So,” you echoed.

“I’m sorry for walking out earlier.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

It was quiet for a moment and you desperately sought to find something interesting to fixate on other than Zuko thrumming his fingers on the table. The tea. The tea is nice. Good, although Zuko definitely added too much honey. You smiled though, knowing that despite his subpar tea making skills, he always remembers what you like. You could have been happy just sitting there, but Zuko broke the silence.

“What are we doing?”

“Well, I’m trying to stomach this overly sweetened tea. What are you doing?”

“Y/N…” This time Zuko’s eye did not smile at your attempt for lightheartedness. Try as you might, this was going to be a serious conversation.

“I don’t know, Zuko.”

“You have to know something,” he scoffed. Looking up, you caught him rolling his eyes and leaning back in his chair so that he could cross his arms again.

“Don’t you scoff at me. You got us into this mess.”

“Me?” he asked incredulously. You could practically hear the yell he was biting back. An opening. He was frustrated. You could convince him that this wouldn’t work. That you’re better off as friends because your friendship has already survived fights and your stupidity. But anything more? What kind of stress could that put on the both of you? What if it created cracks in the foundation?

“Yes, you. If you hadn’t walked out and caused a scene, we’d be enjoying a movie night or killing Sokka again.”

“I just apologized for walking out!”

“And I said you have nothing to apologize for!”

“YOU JUST SAID I CAUSED A SCENE!” His voice rose and his hands fisted through his hair. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he tried again. This time his voice was much softer, gentler.

“Why are you pushing me away?”

A worthy counterattack. You could feel his tugging on your heart strings. But you are a fortress, you will not crumble. This is for the best of your friendship, you reminded yourself.

But then he looked up and you looked away quickly. He moved his head to try to recapture your attention.

“Y/N,” your name on his lips was almost a whisper, a prayer really. You hesitantly looked back at him. “Ask me when.”

“When what?”

“When I knew that I love you.”

You felt your eyebrows shoot up towards your hairline and your jaw slackened in shock. Immediately, that hurricane of butterflies roared again. In your stomach. In your heart. In your throat. Can a fortress withstand an army of thousands of butterflies?

“When?” Your voice was faint, but you heard the simple question fall from your lips.

“I don’t know,” he answered.

“Zuko!” you groaned and facepalmed. “Why would you have me ask you that then?!”

“Because it wasn’t just one moment,” his voice had not changed from that soft tone. “There were so many moments that made me realize I love you.”

You could only gulp down a couple butterflies before he continued in a passion of communication.

“The first time I heard you laugh. When I see you hug my uncle. When you cried snot on my shoulder after watching Coco. I can’t narrow it down to one moment. All I know is when I’m with you, since I’ve met you, I’ve been genuinely happy. Hell, I look forward to just sitting next to you in class—“

“Why?” you interrupted.

“Why do I like sitting next to you in class?”

“No. Why do you love me?” Your voice was so quiet that a pin dropping to the floor would make more noise.

“I don’t think I could pick one reason either.”

“Try. Please.”

He paused for a moment to think, to choose the right words. All through his thinking, his eyes never left yours.

“You know me,” he said finally. “You listen to me and… you care about what I have to say. You know what will make me smile or what to say when I’m upset, even if I don’t want to talk. You know what I’m feeling, what I’m thinking. I love the way you lo—“ he caught himself and looked down at the table. “I love the way you care about me.”

Silence invaded the Jasmine Dragon again. It settled for a while between the two of you and you digested Zuko’s words. He said you know him but you have absolutely no idea what to say next.

“Okay,” Zuko the silence breaker spoke again. “I did all my talking. It’s your turn now.”

“My turn?” It was your turn to ask incredulously.

“Yes, your turn.”

“I don’t have anything to say.” Zuko’s words may have collapsed an area of the fortress but you began rebuilding brick by brick.

“Bullshit,” he almost laughed, but there was no mirth in his voice. “You wouldn’t have come to the door if you didn’t have anything to say.”

“Zuko, I--” you began, only to get cut off again.

“Don’t lie to me,” he said seriously. “Actually, I still have my fifth rule to use. Rule #5 is Y/n has to be honest with me.”

“Really?” you deadpanned. “Of all the possibilities, that’s what you come up with?”

“If it gets us to have this conversation, then yes.”

It was quiet again. Avoiding his gaze again, you look down at the table. Now you were most definitely pushed up against your last wall. A white flag would have to be raised. You were only tried to think up the words for your declaration of love surrender.

“Zuko, I--” you tried again. “I’m afraid.”

“Of me?”

“No,” you had to laugh. “No, of course not. I’m afraid of losing you.” Your honesty suddenly gave you a second wind, quiet and shaken voice be gone. Now you were animated in your best attempt to express yourself. “What if, what if we don’t work out?” you pleaded for him to understand. “What if it doesn’t work and you stop loving me and we start to hate each other and then we don’t want to even be in the same room as each other and then our friends will have to take sides and then the whole group falls apart?”

Zuko took a moment to take in your plea. You could tell her was considering what would be the best response. “Do you think that would happen if Sokka and Suki break up?”

“I already told Suki I’m taking her side no matter what so....”

You both laughed, and seeing Zuko smile again relieved some of your nervousness. It was so easy to talk to him. So easy to be honest with him. 

“I guess it depends then,” Zuko started up the conversation again. “If you maybe... felt the same way about me.” A small smile formed on his lips again but this time there was hesitancy in his eyes. You felt the urge to start rebuilding the fortress again but you promised to follow Zuko’s fifth rule of honesty. There was no turning back.

“I do,” you replied surely and you made it a point to make eye contact with him. You noticed the hesitancy slip away and the warmth and glow of his eyes returned. 

“Then you’re not going to lose me. If it doesn’t work, then fine. I’m your best friend first and foremost and you are mine. But I love you. And I want to see where that takes us.”

It wasn’t the first time he said he loved you during this conversation but for the first time, you felt complete ease overwhelm you. As if this was exactly where you were meant to be. With the person you were meant to be with. Fear and insecurity had washed away.

“Okay,” you smiled. “I love you, too.”

a/n: lol more to come, but back to screenshots for part 19 :) hope you enjoyed!

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