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The Most Scenic Train Rides in the World

Definition of scenic train rides A scenic train ride is a type of travel experience that focuses on the beauty of the surrounding scenery. These trains offer breathtaking views of natural landscapes, historic sites, and other attractions, making them a popular way for travelers to explore new destinations. Importance of scenic train rides as a mode of travel Scenic train rides offer a unique…

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DAY 13: Unexpected Encounters

Pairing: Severus Snape x Reader

Rating: 🥰

Prompt: Journey

Summary: Snape is interrupted by a beautiful stranger on the journey to back to Hogwarts.

A/N: Feel like we're long over due for a cute lil fluffy piece, so here ya go :-) Comment if you're interested in a possible part 2 to this one?

Warnings:  None.

Word Count: 1977

Credits to Gif Creator.

The journey to Hogwarts was one of the few things that brought peace to Severus’ life. As a child, it meant finally escaping the wrath of his abusive father. As a teen, it meant getting to see his best friend after months spent apart. And as an adult, it meant escaping the loneliness of Spinner’s End where memories of his childhood still haunted him. Severus often spent the majority of the ride reading, occasionally turning his attention out the window to appreciate the scenic views of the Scottish Highlands; it was his last moment of peace before another year at Hogwarts spent surrounded by insufferable children and prying colleagues.

It was known by this point in his career that he liked to keep to himself on the train journey, and pretty much any other time, so the other professors granted him his privacy and left him to occupy a carriage alone. Which is why he was shocked to be interrupted such a short time into the journey.

The doors to the cabin shot open, rattling riskily in the frame. They parted to reveal an attractive young woman; dripping wet and gasping breathlessly.

“Oh, thank God.” She exhaled, shuffling her single suitcase through the doors, quickly abandoning it in the middle of the carriage, sparing no thought for Severus’ personal space.

“I’ve never seen a train so busy before. This is the first free carriage I’ve found today.”

“Did it never cross your mind that maybe there is a reason for that?” Severus droned, not bothering to look up from his book.

Ignoring his underhanded comment, Y/N immediately plonked herself down opposite him.

Barely a beat had passed before she started shedding herself of the sodden layers that had been protecting her from the adverse weather conditions outside. Hat, scarfs, jumpers and a thick woollen coat were quickly discarded to the space next to her. As she fumbled about with her gloves, Severus took the opportunity to evaluate her properly.

Despite seeming breathless, presumably from running late for the train, her pearly white smile had not yet faltered.

The rain had drowned her hair; soft waves becoming strings of tight curls, dripping puddles onto her previously dry shirt. Her pale cheeks flushed red from the harshness of the cold air. But what ultimately drew Severus in the most was her sparkling pale blue eyes, dazzling him with their glimmering curiosity as she too scrutinised him.

He arched a single brow in her direction, shaking himself from the daze she had induced in him.  

“Y/N.” She held her hand out for him to take.

 “Sorry?”

“That’s my name; Y/N.”

Severus’ eyes darted between the woman and the pages of his book, debating whether to engage. With a sigh he folded shut his book, but did not bother to accept her hand.

“A pleasure to meet you.” He sneered sarcastically.

“Ah, so you must be Severus.” She grinned. “The potion’s master I believe, I was always good potions in school.”

Snape’s interest piqued.

“How do you know who I am?”

“A family member told me.”

“The same one you are off to visit?”

“And how do you know I am visiting anyone?” It was her turn to raise an eyebrow at him.

“The size of your suitcase; you don’t plan on staying long.”

“Maybe I’m just a new professor who knows how to pack light.”

“You are not a professor.” He stated matter-of-factly, practically scoffing at the insinuation.

“I’m offended. I could be a professor if I wanted to.”

“You’re too young.” Severus looked her up and down; none of his colleagues looked like her.

“And what age were you when you first started teaching?” She challenged, folding her arms across her chest.  

Snape smirked. “You know a lot about me, when I know so little of you.”

“I do my research.” She smirked

“So, are you going to tell me?” He quickly side-tracked the conversation.

“Tell you what?”

“Who you’re visiting.”

“No.”

Severus shot her a questioning glance.

“Once I tell you, you’ll look at me differently.” Y/N explained.

“And how am I looking at you now?”

“…Curiously.”

Severus shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

“I’m curious who you could possibly be visiting who would not also be accompanying you on the train.”

“You’ll find out soon enough, but I do not wish to rush the process.”

Severus sighed, sensing this was not an issue the woman would be moved on.

“I do not believe that a person’s parentage dictates who they are. Whatever I think of you now will not change once I discover who your relation is.”

“You say that now, but it’s not something you can control. It happens to everyone when they find out who I am.” The look in her eyes told him this was an issue that really bothered her.

Snape leaned back in his chair, eying the woman inquisitively. He found himself wanting to know everything about her, but was too nervous to ask anything at all.

Y/N broke eye contact first, hunching herself over to get access to her suitcase.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, watching an array of multi-coloured fabrics spill out of the trunk; his eyes caught on a particularly lacy garment before he averted his gaze, clearing his throat awkwardly.

“I’m looking forrrr… this!” She brandished a small tin box at him.

“And that is?”

“Cookies.” She grinned. “I never go on a long journey without baking myself a batch; their delicious, and a great conversation starter.”

She thrust the container out to him.

“I believe we have already started our conversation.”

“But their delicious.” She repeated, exaggerating her words. Severus’ eyes dropped to her peachy lips.

Sighing, he gave in and accepted the box from her.

“What are they?”

“Oatmeal and raisin.”

“You do not seem like an oatmeal and raisin type of girl.”

“And you do not seem like a triple chocolate chunk kind of guy. So be grateful I had some ingredients that I needed to get rid of. And I might have eaten all the chocolate myself before I had the chance to bake them.” She blushed.

Severus couldn’t help himself from smirking. The embarrassed look on her face refreshing to him after pinning her as an overconfident know-it-all. Plus, she looked adorable.

Her eyes widened at him.

“Are you smiling?” She gawked.

“I’ve been known to do that occasionally.”

“That’s not what I’ve been told.”

“Then you do not know everything, Miss …?” He waited for her to fill in the blank, she only shook her head in response.

“Why are you smiling.”

Severus thought for a moment if he wanted to expose himself for thinking she was adorable. It was too soon to show all of his cards so willingly, but he didn’t want to lie to the woman, so…

“Oatmeal and Raisin are my favourite cookies.” He admitted, finally plucking one from the box.

“Then the universe was on your side, Severus Snape. It’s destiny.”

Severus was beginning to think she wasn’t entirely wrong about that.

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Chucking the half-eaten box of cookies to her, Y/N showed no intention of closing her suitcase and removing it from the middle of the floor. It had quickly become chaos in their carriage and it was slowly starting to get on Severus’ nerves.

“Does this chaos come naturally to you or is it a learned skill?” He quipped.

Y/N’s jaw dropped at his audacity.

“Is my mess bothering you, Severus?”

“It bothered me when you first barged your way in here. Now, it’s borderline unbearable to look at.” His eyes flicked back to the piece of black lingerie sticking out the side of her case.

The young woman bent over once more, tucking all of her garment away and finally zipped the case shut. She neatly folded her piles of scarfs and coat, placing the cookie tin squarely on top.

“Happy now?”

“I’d be more inclined to say yes, if 90% of the floor wasn’t still occupied by your suitcase. There are compartments for them, you know?”

“I know.”

“So, you’re actively choosing to be a nuisance?”

She blushed again, this time avoiding complete eye contact with him.

“I can’t reach, okay? And even if I could it’s far too heavy for me to lift on my own.”

Severus grunted, satisfied with her excuse.

He stood to his full height, grabbing the handle of her case with ease.

“What are you doing?”

“Clearing some space.”

“You’re helping me?” She said, shocked, watching him lift her suitcase into the overhead compartment.

“I’m putting my mind at ease. I cannot sit for much longer in such cramped confines.”

“Strong as well as smart.” She teased. “You’re not at all the man I imagined.”

“Don’t speak too soon. Your opinion will surely change when we arrive at Hogwarts.”

“Why would it change?”

“Because I am not the man you think I am.”

“But you are the man you have shown me to be.”

“Don’t be so sure of that.”

“I’m very sure. You are more this man, than the man I have heard stories about. You have entertained me this entire journey when you simply could have chosen to ignore me. You gain nothing by helping me.”

“You’re wrong.” He raised the last quarter of his cookie to her, before popping it into his mouth with a smirk.

“I don’t care who you show me you are when we get to Hogwarts Severus. It will not change my opinion of you.”

“What is your opinion of me.” He couldn’t help but ask.

“I like you. You’re a good man, behind all of those scowls and sneers.”

Severus wasn’t quite sure how to respond. He had never illicit this reaction from a stranger before, in fact most people didn’t even bother to introduce themselves now adays. His reputation often proceeded him, in the worst possible way.

“Tell me who you’re visiting.” He ventured again.

“No.”

“Why not.”

“I told you; I don’t want- “

“You don’t want me to look at you differently. But how can you still say that after everything you have just said to me.”

“Because it is not me that you’re forming an opinion of. My last name carries more weight than my personality could ever compete with.”

Severus didn’t push the subject anymore, after all, he would find out shortly. The train wasn’t far off its final destination, and Snape found himself wanting to savour what little time they had left together before they seemingly became two entirely different people.

They chatted about a wide variety of subjects ranging from Potions, to the views outside, to what else Y/N loved to bake. Talking to her was easy, like playing a game of tennis; one person set up the serve for the other to rebuttal with perceived ease, each of them trying their best to throw the other off their game, challenging them both the new heights they might never have otherwise reached.

When they pulled into the station Severus helped Y/N out with her case, allowing her to pile back on her layers of protection from the cold. They stepped off the train in line with each other, unsure of how to begin to part ways.

“There you are!” Minerva McGonagall’s familiar voice screeched through the crowds of excitable students. “I’ve been searching everywhere for you; your grandfather wanted me to escort you to the castle. Let’s go Miss Dumbledore.”

Y/N stared into Severus eyes, looking truly defeated. Severus nodded simply in understanding.

“Will I see you again?” She dared to ask.

“I hope so, Miss Dumbledore.” Severus smiled. “I enjoyed getting to know the real you.”

Y/N beamed up at the Potion’s Master, shaking his hand goodbye.

Severus watched on as she disappeared through crowds of children and the steam of the train’s engine.

He really hoped he would see her again.

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Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy

Chapter 5 - Journey's End...?

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, cowboy!au, suggestive in satoru and sukuna's part, implied murder, mentions of pregnancy/childbirth in toji’s, gangs, brief mention of gunplay in satoru’s part, description of gore and cannibalism in satoru’s and sukuna’s

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As heartwarming as it was reuniting Kento with Clementine, the same could be said for your own reunion.

On your first night in Blackwater, Kento treated you to dinner at one of the classiest restaurants in town. There, he had eagerly listened to the events that followed his departure ─ from Valentine’s rescue to the massacre of an entire game. With you, he quickly learned that there is no end to the surprises in store.

Your life is one out of a story ─ an odyssey, and you chose him to enjoy the ride with.

You stayed with him in his hotel room for some time, savoring the mix of fine dining and high-stakes gambling located conveniently downstairs. During the day, Kento would be away at work, leaving you to bide your time. But once the sun sets, you two take the town by storm, whether that meant with cards, chips, or a dual in the streets. On some nights, or many, your fun was kept to the sheets instead, clinging to each other’s form.

Occasionally, the two of you would ride horseback instead of train, making memories through evening gallops in the prairie, or taking scenic trails to wherever his work needed him to be. He excelled at his job, simply because he knew how best to help others ─ it’s what he’s good at. But at a certain point, he began realizing where his priorities needed to be, and what he wanted in life more than anything.

That’s how you ended up with a ring on your finger, because Kento wanted you.

After a night of poker where the stakes were especially high, Kento came out with a large sum of money. It was enough to push him into finally quitting his job, and using those funds to purchase a farmhouse along that same prairie stretch you often rode across. Between banking and farming, the answer was clear, as farming allowed him to continue with doing what he’s good at, while also being closer to home and subsequently you.

The property needed a barn which was no sooner constructed after moving in. Acres of fencing seemed to sprout up overnight, all for whatever animals you two would go on to have, and a dozen more for the joint business you created for yourselves.

Kento spends most of his days out in those fields, tending to his ever-growing abundance of crops. You on the other hand have taken to the barn, working day and night to care for your animals, as well as your newfound business in horse training. Some days, when the cattle need to be moved, you two pack a picnic to enjoy out with the wildflowers as the herd circles around you. Those days are your favorite, since they’re all spent with him. Just the two of you, in your own stretch of the world, enjoying every little thing.

Life on the farm has been simple, quiet, and everything you’ve needed to sit back and enjoy the feeling of being alive without any need to rush. If you wish to stay as you are now, Kento would have no complaints; but if you ever choose to grow your family, then the space is there, and with an incredible husband-to-be at your side to walk down that path with you.

Like most evenings after a day of hard labor, the two of you currently are resting on a swinging bench that hangs from your front porch, all while admiring the picturesque view of your property and the prairie beyond. Kento has a book in one hand, the other idly drawing shapes into your shoulder as you rest your head over his lap. Your eyes are closed, savoring the gentle breeze in your hair, and the distant sound of your many animals.

“Darling?” Kento says to get your attention. You hum, a quiet request for him to continue. “What do you think about having our wedding ceremony in the summer?” he asks.

“We could get married right now if I’m being honest, but why summer?”

In truth, you know exactly the reason he’s making this request, but where’s the fun if you don’t tease him first?

You hear him close the book he’s reading before setting it down, replacing it with some homemade sun tea. As you turn your head slightly, you have the perfect view of the liquid disappearing, and the bobbing of adam’s apple with every sip, glistening with the evening light. That golden glow seems all his own, yet pales in comparison to that of his hair, eyes, and every freckle dotting his face.

“Weather, firstly,” he starts, clearing his throat after putting the glass back down on the table. “The rainy season will be here before we know it, and if we wait too long, I fear that with the harvest, we won’t have much time on our hands.”

That’s not all, you think to yourself. There’s one more detail he hasn’t explicitly stated yet, but one you know he wants to bring up. The wedding is big of a day to him as it is for you, only he’s willing to put aside his own feelings for your happiness. Not on your watch.

“And what’s stopping us from walking out into the yard and saying our vows now? Aren’t you excited to marry me, or is there something else?”The effects of your teasing are evident from the deep shade of red that comes over his face.

“I couldn’t be happier marrying the love of my life,” he refutes, sending color to your own cheeks when his honeyed eyes fall to yours along with that sweet smile of his. “I was however thinking of having it along the oceanside, but if you’re against that or waiting, I’ll gladly put my suit on now.”

And you know he would.

He even makes a move to get up from his spot, showing his determination to please you, to marry you. But you quickly stop him, forcing your weight down to keep him still.”

“I’m only teasin’, Kento,” you chuckle, fixing yourself back on his lap. “I know how much you love the beach, so I think it’s perfect. Consider the date set.”

“Thank you,” he breathes, happy you’re agreeing to his request. What’s waiting until summer, anyways? The way things are now, you may as well be Mr. and Mrs. Nanami.

A sudden movement arises from the corner of your eye, enticing you to follow.

“Kento, look!” You hush shout at your fiancé, shooting up from his lap and pointing out into the prairie. “Bison!”

“Beautiful,” he whispers, his voice low and husky. You turn to him all excited, finding that his eyes are instead resting on you. “Isn’t that right, my darling wife?” He smiles.

Kento gently pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulder to keep you secure at his side. Your faces near, eyes brimming with desire.

“It sure is… husband.” You smile back, and let your lips meet in the middle. The thunderous sound of the herd echoes in the distance, pairing with the whinnies of your mares calling out to the world.

This life is beautiful, and all you could ever want, but only when you’re sharing it with him.

Back in Valentine, Satoru was eager as could be to see you again. His excitement evident by the silver star he brandished you with before you could so much as dismount properly from your mare.

With every quality you’ve shown thus far, he was more than ready to start chipping away at the bounty board with a reliable partner back at his side, until he learned of your recent escapade. That cocky sheriff exterior faded into a delicate side you never knew he had. As it turns out, he’s fiercely loyal and protective towards those he cares about ─ which also explains why after all these years he remains on good terms with Suguru.

You had to hold him back from marching into Tall Trees himself to get revenge for you, with or without any lawmen at his side to help. His eyes, so bright and full of life never looked as dark as they did at the sight of your bullet hole injury, but you managed to calm him and reassure that you and the Outlaw Killer had already done the unthinkable.

His emotions went from anger to dumbfounded, with hints of remembrance in his stare ─ something you later learned was due to Toji’s deep involvement with his life as the catalyst for the destruction of Limpany and Suguru’s fall from grace.

During your recovery, you also learned that Satoru comes from money. His family being one of the biggest in the oil game and railroading, and yet here he is, protecting the peace from a lower level. That money is still his to claim, and his to use to pay for anything you need in this time and in the future, whenever, and whatever the cost may be.

Shoko became one of your closest friends, going from the doctor next door to someone you trust to have your back no matter what happens in life. She’s often stepped in to pry Satoru away from his doting duties to ensure you’re able to get a proper rest in. In a way, he’s like a lap dog, begging for any attention you’ll spare. Attention you always so happily gave.

You didn’t need any of the fancy meals or the shopping sprees across town. All you ever needed was right here at your side, with or without a wallet in hand. The two of you loved riding along the Dakota River, shooting glass bottles in the woods, or curling up in each other’s embrace whenever you could.

Although rare, some days and nights were shared with Suguru again, under the falsehood of collecting the bounty on his head, only to get some head in return. The weapons involved in these reunions weren’t for violence, but instead acts of love, all for the thrill of it. And speaking of familiar faces… it didn’t take long before you noticed Sukuna’s ceasing to pop up.

His presence in Valentine became that of a mystery, his name merely a rumor now, designed to scare children back to their beds and drunkards out of the street. The butcher now running his stall is someone by the name of Uraume, who never fails to show their disdain in passing.

You didn’t have much time to think on his disappearance before a spree of killings stole your attention. Each crime scene the two of you visited told the same gruesome tale through the bodies strung up and their organs splayed out, keeping them bound to rocks or trees. And every time, their blood was smeared into a cryptic message ─ one you knew came from him.

By the time Satoru ordered the move on Sukuna’s forest home, the devastation was clear from a distance. The cabin you once shared an incredible night with now a pile of ash and rubble along the forest floor. Though for better or worse, his cellar workshop remained nearly intact.

Whatever the case, it seemed his time of hunting in Valentine had reached an end, or so you thought. New rumors had begun sprouting up from the heart of Saint Denis, rumors of some bloodsucking “vampire” who matches Sukuna’s description seen devouring the hearts of his victims.

As someone branding a silver star, you knew what would have to be done should you ever cross paths with him again, although that moment may come sooner than you think.

The morning light flickers between the curtains, casting its rays over your form, sitting buried beneath Satoru’s. Your hand finds its way to his hair, combing through the white strands with your nails. This action stirs him awake, a breathy sigh escaping his lips.

“Good morning, princess,” he starts with a yawn, his eyes fluttering open, revealing a gaze so gentle ─ so loving ─ that you can almost forget the turmoil running rampant in your mind. But as he blinks away the sleep from his eyes, he catches on to how it eluded you through the night. “You look terrible,” he quips. “Don’t tell me you couldn’t sleep.”

You scoff, rolling your eyes to try and throw off the inevitable conversation to be had. “Wow,” you drawl the word with a teasing touch. “You really know how to make a girl feel pretty.”

“You know what I mean,” Satoru chides, visibly pouting at your remark. He then lifts himself onto his elbows, pushing further up the bed until his lips can meet just under your eyes. “Did I not tell you enough last night how pretty you are?” he teases with a sly grin, though behind those crystalline eyes lie a deeper concern.

“Oh no, you did. I believe I remember you saying, ‘nothing compares to your beauty; you’re a goddess among humanity and no portrait could ever hope to paint you with everything I see and love about you.’”

“And I’m right, aren’t I?” Satoru chuckles, rolling off to your side. He reaches out, pulling you against his body. His arm, a shield from the world ─ his protection infinite. “So why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?”

With a sigh, you let your eyes close, remembering all the things that have kept you up in the midnight hours, or rather, the people. Through everything, you’ve never felt as afraid as you are in this moment.

“I don’t know if I can do it, Satoru,” you tell him without any clarity on the ‘it’ in question, simply because he already knows what troubles you so. How could he not know?

Nevertheless, you continue, “I know what he’s doing is the work of a devil, but…”

“He’s still someone you liked,” Satoru finishes for you, the thought hurting more now that it’s out in the open.

You nod your head weakly, feeling a kiss against your temple ─ an affirmation.

“I get it,” he says, his thumb now smoothing over your skin. “I think it would be best if you stayed here, in Valentine.”

Astounded, you roll partway to face him, ready to open your mouth in protest before his words stop you in your tracks.

“Now I know I said before you’d be coming with, but this isn’t your burden to bear. Even if you wear the star now, your feelings still come first.”

“Satoru, I can’t let you go alone,” you claim, brows pinching in anguish.

“I won’t be alone,” he refutes. “I’ll have the other deputies and lawmen at my side, including the joint force in Saint Denis. I would feel better knowing you were here watching over everything, maybe throwing on that dress I got you for when I come back…?” At that, he pushes his nose into your neck, hands reaching up below the hem of your nightwear to tickle your sides.

With how often he calls his princess, Satoru simply had to dish out the funds needed for a dress straight out of a fairy tale novel.  He picked one adorned with colors resembling his eyes and some of your favorites. Jewels and an intricate hem from top to open. A dress he wants to see you in when you walk down the aisle and into his arms.

“You’ll be safe, right?” Your lowered voice another sign of your anxious state. “I better not hear about you getting reckless and hurt.”

Satoru laughs, a sweet sound the contrasts the way he holds you just a little bit tighter.

“Who do you think I am? I’m the sheriff after all,” he tells you, his words as confident as he was the day you met him. “Besides, we both know Shoko would have my ass in the dirt if I came home with another big injury after that last time.”

As the morning sun looms higher through the curtain, it becomes a bitter reminder of the dwindling time left together before he leaves on his biggest job to date.

“I love you, Satoru.” You take his hand, placing it close to your heart, hoping he feels how it beats only for him. “Come back to me and I’ll have on any dress you throw at my feet, ring or no ring.”

“You know I will, princess.” He kisses the crown of your head. “I’ll make sure you have the biggest dress, and the most expensive ring money can buy.” Another kiss, one filled with absolution. “And I love you too, forever and always.”

Following the map Suguru had given you, you were able to find his camp with ease, and were welcomed with open arms.

Well, from a few of them, at least.

Some of Suguru’s closest confidants were weary of you at first, and for good reason. They first recognized you as the Valentine showstopper who fired back without mercy in the midst of their robbery and grand theft equine. And here you are now, strolling into the heart of their camp with Suguru’s arm draped around you. Just who do you think you are?

They made their lack of trust apparent, never bothering to hush their voices when openly complaining. The worst of which came from a scrawny fella named Mahito, as he was always vying for Suguru’s attention and praise. Not to mention the other woman, Manami, who would stick to your outlaw like she was his own holster. A bunch of fools, you’d call them. Fools who in time will be akin to that of your own flesh and blood.

Regardless of it all, you knew where you stood. Something Suguru reminded you of whenever he could. After a few train robberies and drunken brawls, you went from being the stray that wandered in to Suguru’s girl.

To some others however… you were a mother.

Nanako and Mimiko ─ the children Suguru had rescued from that atrocious cell in Limpany the day his star dimmed to a void. They were incredibly shy with you at first, always hiding behind Suguru or cramming themselves in the back of his tent. He was their safety net, their savior, and most importantly ─ their father, blood or not.

You cried the first time those twins called you their mother; the memory of that day quickly became one of your favorites to date.

The camp itself never stayed in one spot for too long, and at times it felt as though you had traveled the world before settling in one place before carrying on with the next big heist. Your newfound notoriety began drawing attention across the frontier, specifically from the Outlaw Killer himself.

Toji always had a way of popping up when you least expected. “Hunting your bounty” he’d say, each time pretending he was just there for the cash, and yet, you always managed to get away without a scratch on you. Sometimes, you’d leave a richer woman than you were that morning ─ lady luck simply never on his side for monetary value.

Satoru was another familiar face, one more welcome than others. You’re more than aware how he and Suguru mail letters to each other from time to time, and sometimes you wonder if Suguru purposely guides him close for a reunion under the stars.

Those same stars that watch over and guide your travels are the same set looking down upon your camp now. The surrounding swamps come alive at night with a cacophony of crickets chirping and toads croaking, all meshing with the vibrant atmosphere after a robbery done well, earlier in the day. While Dagon prepares the feast, Mahito sings an out of tune monstrosity of a song for Jogo and Hanami, and all the rest to dance around the bonfire flame, hand in hand.

A sudden touch to your shoulder disturbs your peace; your beating heart calming when you realize it was merely Suguru having now returned from the house.

“That was fast, the girls went down that easy?” You scoot to make some room for him to sit, but your effort proves pointless when he pulls you by the hip against his side.

He kisses your cheek a few times, holding your head in place with one hand. “That easy,” he replies with another kiss to your lips. “I think they’re finally settling in enough to sleep. I didn’t even have to check under the beds for any ghosts and monsters,” he tells you, and you sigh with relief.

“Good, I was worried after all the shit today.”

Ever since the move to Shady Belle, it’s been tougher than any swamp gator to get those two to sleep an entire night on their own. The twins are strong after all they’ve been through, but the dark remains as one of their greatest fears. At some point in the night, they always end up squished between you both in your spacious bed.

“I think this calls for a celebration, don’t you?” he says, and from that smirk ─ one as sly as any fox ─ you know he’s referring to something that goes beyond the surrounding atmosphere.

Suguru pulls up by your hand, swinging you flush to his body, his other hand now resting gently against your waist. He begins to sway you to the beat of the song ─ one that’s no longer out of tune or a mockery of Mahito’s own guitar.

“Suguru, what’s this abou–“

He cuts you off with tender kiss. “Relax, just enjoy yourself,” he says. “We have a special night ahead of us, now let’s give them a show.” He smiles eagerly.

The rest of the gang cheers and sings along. Pairs coming together, some trios even, all circling the bonfire in song under the full moon sky. You dance your heart out with Suguru, his eyes never leaving you once. If they could speak a thousand words from his stare alone, they would each be of you, and all that his heart wishes to say.

At one point, the song slows into a calming tune, causing everyone to back away with all eyes set on the two of you at the heart of it all. You glance around the group first before looking to Suguru out of confusion. He returns your look with that same sly grin from earlier before falling to one knee.

“Suguru?” Your lips part slightly as he reaches into his pocket, the shock and anticipation of what you know is coming sets a stampede of thoughts off in your mind.

He says your name as he reveals his ornate offering ─ a ring, bound in the metal perfect for you with a diamond at its center. That precious stone is joined by two amethysts on either side, their hue nearly identical to his own two eyes.

“From the day I met you, I knew you were something special,” he continues.

A diamond in the rough, he’d go on to say ─ that, and a thousand other words on how you’ve been a guiding light to him in a world so full of darkness.

“Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife, from now until these very stars watching over us can shine no longer more?”

And you only have one answer.

“I would love you as your wife beyond that time and the end of time itself,” you tell him, feeling a tear fall from your eye as your smile grows wide with joy. “I will gladly marry you, Suguru Geto.” The determination evident in your speech.

He takes your hand, sliding the ring onto your finger. The fitting is perfect, just as the two of you are together, leaving no room for doubt. Suguru stands, bringing your hand up to his lips, kissing that very ring before sealing his vow against your lips as you do all the same to his.

“I love you,” he says, breathlessly, and with a look of love like no other. And as the gang cheers for you both, you know in your heart that you made the right choice and found your treasure.

Your return to Sukuna ignited many emotions, some more volatile, and others ─ true to his nature.

He welcomed you back with open arms, practically calling you to his side. There was praise with how you stuck to your word and came back to him, praise that evolved through that sensual reembrace into actions meant to… punish you for the marks left by another. The marks left by Toji.

Sukuna didn’t really care about them, or the fact that there was another. Why would he, when you came back to him, and all he has to do is bury them beneath his own, time and time again to remind you of that.

But then came the marks left by someone else, designed for absolution and oh, how that brought out a whole new side you hadn’t seen before.

He had a fire in his eyes, black flames that seemed to circle and smolder an intense red when he demanded the names of whoever shot that bullet into you. You were his now, and that means whoever lays an uninvited finger on you is his to do as he sees fit, and oh, the ideas he had in store.

You managed to quell the storm after telling him how it all went down. From hunting the coward down through the hills, to ending his life with your own two hands. Sukuna’s wrath took on a new form ─ pride ─ at your abilities in battle. How enchanting you are with blood soaked on your hands.

He still couldn’t help but pout over the missed opportunity of a new soul to torture, something you soon learned was a hobby beyond what most would consider as one.

Although he was careful to hide his tracks, it wasn’t difficult to figure out, not when every time some lowlife would make a pass at you with sinful intentions, they’d end up missing a short while after.

…Did you approve it? Maybe, if you’re being honest with yourself.

You can’t deny that the world isn’t a better place without all those creeps. Perhaps with all the time you’ve shared with Sukuna thus far, a part of him has rubbed off and embedded itself into your soul. Such is the nature of depravity.

During the day you would help him out around town, be it with livestock or adding to his stall with game from outside the city. You each had your own hunting grounds, with yours being the forests or down by the Dakota River, and for Sukuna? Well, he preferred his food close to home, food that was always ripe for the picking.

That went about as well as expected, taking into account the Valentine sheriff whose curiosity remained fixated on you. And while Sukuna isn’t a jealous man by any means, he made his disdain for the man evident, keeping his fangs forthright. After one passionate ─ possessive ─ night of romance, Sukuna told you as you rested in his grip that it was time to move on.

You hated to have to leave the cabin behind, especially when for the two of you, it was home. But as you watched the remains turn to ash before your eyes, the structure engulfed in a mighty, somehow divine flame, you remembered that so long as you have Sukuna, you have a home with him.

The journey itself was long, with many stops along the way before eventually reaching a spot high in the desert plateau, far from anyone to disturb either of you. Along the way however, among the many oppositions were a gang intent on seeking revenge. Whether it was for your killings or his, that much remains a mystery, but the outcome resulted in the right side of Sukuna’s face becoming marred by Molotov flames. Their bodies made for an excellent display along a grand oak tree, the final piece of art created in his name for some time.

The night sky never looked more beautiful than in the desert while leaning back against Sukuna’s frame, your forms carefully illuminated by the campfire glow beneath a sea of stars.

“Aww, don’t tell me you’re cold?” His voice mocks, paired with a suggestive move from his hand settled the curve of your hip. “If you wanted me to warm you up, all you had to do was ask,” he purrs, pulling you tighter against his core.

You exhale an amused sound at his offering, angling your head back to meet his gaze. “Was earlier not enough for you?” you tease back with that same flirtatious undertone that has his fingers digging just a little bit deeper ─ more possessive.

The reason you’re shivering to begin with is become of him. Your clothes have long since been discarded along the flooring of your home, and the arousal between your thighs, still glistening with the rest of your bare flesh.

“Is that a question?” He chuckles darkly before claiming your lips roughly and with a renewed flame. His free hand curls around your neck, preventing any chance of you turning away to avoid his touch.

Sukuna breaks the kiss, but his forehead remains pressed against yours. His eyes half-lidded with lust and a multitude of emotions he doesn’t dare claim to feel, but you know.

“You know better than anyone I could keep going until the sun rises,” he says confidently, and for good reason too. It’s one of the many things you’ve come to love about him.

The sex is good ─ perfect even, but his word, and the promises he makes are everything and more. When he claimed you as his, that wasn’t just for show, and he’s always eager to remind you of such and every little thing you do to him.

Sukuna may never say those three little words like you have to him, but that’s okay because his actions have always made up for it. Normal has never been your thing, so why stop now?

Your eyes move to his scar ─ the point in case that shows where his priorities have been since the beginning. He was the one who stepped in front of you, shielding you from the harm that permanently scarred his features.You bring your hand up to cradle his face, brushing your thumb against the rough texture. His left eye narrows at your action but doesn’t leave the hold he has with yours. With only one working eye… for him to see the world, he first has to see you.

“It’s ugly, isn’t it?” he says, not as a question or a plea for some sympathy, but rather to state the obvious. Personally, he has no problem with it, as with any scar on his body. Others are deterred, some viewing him like any other outlaw when he goes into town, but never have you looked at him with anything but adoration after that first night together many moons ago.

“Not at all.” You shake your head, a soft smile gracing your features. “I’ve always thought it made you look more rugged or badass.”

He smirks, nudging your face with his nose before another ─ more gentle ─ kiss to your lips.

“Careful, dove” he murmurs a faux warning before taking your hand into his, guiding you from his face to his chest, and further down to his stiffened length. “Look what your words have done to me ─ what you do to me.”

Sukuna lets out a hiss of relief when your fingers wrap perfectly around him, applying just the right amount of pressure to all the right places.

“Feels like you’ve got a pretty big problem here,” you chuckle, shifting your body around to better face his. “Need me to fix it for you?”

In one deft motion, Sukuna lifts you onto his lap, his hands finding placement along the curve of your hips. “I would hope so, seeing as you’re the cause. It’ll give you something to do to warm up.” He pats your side a few times. “Now let’s see how far your riding’s come along, shall we?”

After accepting his offer, your life with Toji exceeded every expectation you had placed in the beginning.

From bounties to bar fights, duals and a shit ton of gambling, your life became all about living in the moment, seeing to whatever whim you had in mind for where the day could take you. “Wherever the money is, we go,” Toji always said ─ up until you realized both you and Valentine had become pregnant.

It was a surprise to say the least, but what’s more shocking is that it didn’t happen sooner given Toji’s apparent breeding kink when it came to you. Whatever the case, the news couldn’t have come at a more perfect time.

Your travels brought you into the valley, not far from Lake Owanjila, in a field rich with lavender and all the familiar sage from your childhood home. These flowers serve as a reminder of where you came from, but the rest, it’s all of your own making.

For a while you two slept out of a tent. That is ─ until the local wolves became a tad too curious, often straying too close for anyone’s comfort. That, and the one day you came back from hunting to find a bear napping overtop your then-broken tent. Needless to say, Toji got to work on using those muscles of his not for show, but to build you a cabin, all from the ground up.

He worked tirelessly during the course of your pregnancy, often leaving you to stay behind in a hotel in the city of Strawberry. As for Valentine, you boarded her at a local stable to better monitor her pregnancy without any risk of predators interfering.

It was hard going days sometimes without any word from Toji, and not having Valentine with you left you feeling quite lonely under stars you equally shared. At the very least, it made your reunions a time to celebrate, with a night of making sweet love together again.

On the day he came to collect you, your heart raced ─ faster that any thoroughbred ─ with excitement and joy. The many months of effort and separation were finally paying off. And then your water broke mere moments later, delaying that journey to your new home by another few days. Neither of you minded, not when you were both too busy welcoming both Tsumiki and Megumi into the world ─ your beloved pair of twins.

You got married not long after that.

If having children didn’t seal the deal, the vibrant, emerald ring on your finger and the cabin built just for you certainly did. Pronghorn Ranch, you two named your stretch of the valley. You even had the ceremony right there on the property with a child in each of your arms, and a few close others to bear witness to matrimony.

Shockingly, Valentine ended up giving birth to a pair of twins as well. Turns out, all those gambling losses Toji’s accumulated made up for being gifted in other departments, his trusty steed included, considering the rarity of twin foals that manage to survive their youth.

After the death of your parents, you never imagined getting to experience family like that ever again, and how happy you are to share this again with Toji at your side. For someone as unpredictable and crazy as any bucking bronco ─ he’s shown you that anything’s possible, and he’d do anything to make your dreams a reality.

Your life went from that same unpredictability and camping under the stars to enjoying that same night sky from the view of your porch with the ones you love with all your heart and more.

“There you are, Ma,” Toji greets, hugging you from behind. He pulls you closer by your waist, kissing you along the side of your neck. Your giggling only serves to entice him further, but with Megumi in your arms, he knows he can’t get too carried away. “Been lookin’ for you, what are you doing out here with Megs?”

It’s become your daily tradition to go on walks around the property with Megumi. Compared to his sister right now, he holds a lot more energy. Seeing all the animals around the ranch has become his favorite activity. And right now, he’s found you up close and personal with Valentine and her foals.

“’Gumi here”–You pinch his chubby little cheeks–“wanted to see the babies up close.” You turn your head, smiling at Toji for a second before your eyes wander. “Where’s Tsumi’?” you ask.

“She’s fine,” he says, pointing back to the porch with a thumb over his shoulder. “Let her with her toys so I could come see you.”

You’re surprised he managed to get away without any tears. Tsumiki has a way of getting what she wants when it comes to Toji, and how could he ever say no to either of his kids?

“Well, you’re just in time to watch Megumi ride a horse for the first time.”

Toji about chokes on his own spit when he hears that.

“Ma, are you sure that’s a good idea?” he questions, his tone full of worry. “He’s two, what if he gets hurt?”

“He’ll be fine, Valentine wouldn’t dare do anything to hurt him,” you refute, and Toji knows it’s meaningless to argue, but the thought of anything happening is one of the few things in this world that genuinely scares him. This family of yours matters just as much to Toji as it does for you, if not more than you can imagine given his own upbringing in a shitty cult of a family.

What a story that was the night he first told it.

“Besides, it’s about time he saddles up,” you add.

“Is he even going to remember this?” Toji stresses, biting his lip as you place Megumi on the mare’s back. He finds himself unconsciously stepping closer.

“Maybe, maybe not, who knows?” You place a hand on Toji’s arm to reassure him, keeping your other one around your son’s. “This is something my father did for me, and someday one of these foals will be his to ride on, and Tsumiki the other.”

You wonder if Megumi will take up the soon-to-be black colt like his father, or the chestnut filly. With their baby coats having almost finished shedding, their true colors are finally revealing. It’s one of the many joys of watching foals grow up, and a gamble in itself at what coat colors two parents could pass on.

Toji still isn’t convinced, but at the sight of your bright smile, and Megumi’s joyful babbles, he finds himself grinning with amusement ─ something you don’t miss.

“Go get Tsumiki so she can have a turn!” You tell him, patting his bicep eagerly. His smile no sooner disappears, replaced with that of a stern father’s gaze.

“Absolutely not. She can wait another few years to try.”

And by few, he means a decade or more, depending on his mood.

“That’s not fair, her brother is already riding.” You plead to him, pouting all the while, but this is where arguing becomes impossible for you.

With Megumi, he’s Toji’s son through and through. He believes Megumi to be a miniature version of himself and will prove that in time as he gets older. Tsumiki however, she’s a princess in his eyes, and you swear you’ve seen him tear up over her getting the smallest of cuts.

Overall, he’s the best father you could’ve asked for with your children, and an even more loving husband to yourself. You look forward to growing old with him at your side, and with your children living their best lives like you are now.

“If you don’t come up to the house, your dinner’s gonna get cold,” he says at the sound of your stomach rumbling.

You gasp, “Why didn’t you say that earlier? I’m starving!”

Toji lifts Megumi, holding him in one arm, with his other all for you. “Because someone didn’t hear me callin’ for them,” he scolds. “Now come on, sweetheart. I made your favorite.”

You wrap yourself around his arm, leaning into him on the way back up to your home. “I love you, Toji,” you tell him fondly, eyes staring into his equal weight to your words.

“I love you too, Ma.”

Life couldn’t possibly get better than this, not when you’ve already found everything you could’ve possibly wanted in it.

Fate has many things in store for you, even if you weren’t previously aware how knotted into its red fibers you are.

Instead of choosing one, or any of the men ─ you continued on with life as you originally planned before stopping in Valentine. Rather than settle for anything domestic, you opted to continue your journey across the frontier, sleeping under a blanket of stars, and meeting a whole new realm of people along the way.

You spent some time with Choso and Yuki for starters, hunting bounties together or raving in the nearest saloon. Both you and the couple shared many experiences, somehow always finding each other despite parting in separate directions each time without fail.

There were other faces and names that also crossed your path ─ some good, some bad. You might have even considered a life with them if you were ready to aside your reins. At the end of the day, your best company was found with Valentine, your beloved mare to have seen it all and come out on top, regardless of the circumstances.

All in all, the life you were building was entirely of your own making, and to you, that was the way to live. “Pick a direction and trot on,” became one such motto of life, through deserts and mountains. Every step brought a brand-new experience, and that experience was everything you unknowingly needed in order to be prepared.

It was a day like any other, or so it had seemed. The sky was clouded over, on the brink of tearing forth with the full wrath of nature. The only thing is… the calamity that came forth didn’t come from the heavens ─ no.

It came from down below, in what could only be described as hell, and the catalyst that sent you back to the city you strayed from in your journey of life.

How else were you to survive the apocalypse once the trumpets sounded, and the undead came to life.

☆ Notes: sorry this took 3 months almost lol

I won’t go off with any heartfelt messages just yet, but I am incredibly grateful to everyone that’s stuck around this far, and I hope you like how I did this “ending” :)

Honestly, when I first started this series, I was going to make Toji the endgame, but then thought that would piss off anyone who came here for the other men, so I came up with multiple routes instead. It may not be everyone’s preference, but I thought it to be fair and it lets me go off with more headcanons separate from smut.

In light of that though, I hope you guys look forward to the bonus chapter I’ve kept a surprise until now ^^ aka, the secret polyamory ending.

Lastly, linked below are some of my favorite cowboy artworks of the jjk men, some of which helped inspired parts of this series <3

NANAMI 1 & 2 | SATORU | SUGURU | SUKUNA | TOJI | CHOSO

[catenary-chad]

I've alluded to the concept a number of times, but here's my redesign for OLC Belle the Sleeping Car wildly roleswapped into a Momma/Poppa figure for Electra, as Belle the GG1. You could probably give her a better name, but Belle is passable enough since all locomotives in the US have bells, I mainly kept it to preserve the flow of her song (see below cut for her version!). Based on their status and appearance in their absolute final running days in 1984. They may look glossy and pretty (if a WILD time warp) but they were on their absolute last gasp physically at this point after running for nearly 50 years, due to a lack of suitable replacement. Her dress follows a similar logic to Greaseball's outfit in that it represents the streamlined cowl, which is why she's less mechanical than most.

Personality-wise, she's also oooooold and based on Ella Fitzgerald, even more heavily than OLC Belle since she's fits perfectly with the time/place/personality of the GG1s. Both started in the mid-30s in New York City, and were noted for being "effortless" and almost unparalleled in their field. I tend to imagine her playing more on the "cute, humble, and improvisational" side of Ella, entering the big race just to have one last good run before she retires, and forgetting lyrics and making up something that sounds natural. In my mind she wins because the tracks are rough and winding, which she's far more used to that the other Nationals, with how decrepit parts of her Northeast Corridor were in the 80s and still are now- experience is a quality that counts for a lot!

She toes the line between OC and AU since she's such a twist on the original but stays largely true to her general concept. I'll call her more of an AU and say anyone is free to use this interpretation if they want, I'm not possessive of it at all.

Realistically she'd be dead as a doornail after 1984 (GG1s will just never run in preservation, they were in such bad shape and would need so much work to function on modern systems you may as well build a new replica). But make a cheeky joke about Controls' mom "sticking the old shell on a new body and not telling the kid" and she can come back. I like to think she'd have a flirty, playful rivalry with Momma/Poppa, she'd make Light At The End Of The Tunnel a duet about how steam is great.... for power plants! The Pennsylvania Railroad just stopped getting more steam engines when it electrified lines vs axing them so she wouldn't have any historical antagonism with them.

Here's my rewrite of Belle's Song largely following the original format, but now about the real history of the GG1s

Speed and youth ain't everything

Experience is a quality that counts for a lot

The sad thing 'bout experience is

By the time you've got it

It's usually all you've got...

I'm Belle, Belle, Belle, the GG1

Had my fifty years of fun

My frame is cracked, I’m almost done

Though in my heart, I long to run

I hauled the folks, I hauled the freight

I made good time, no need to wait

Just couple up and ride with me

I’d get you where you want to be

Once I was the hope for the future, wires run from coast to coast

Service every hour, to everywhere, hauling the post!

Now it’s just tragic…

The war then came, it all fell down

Restriction made the new tech drown

Let autos win, pave over it all

Watched the railroads slowly fall

Still I was a real mainliner, they struggled to replace me

Ran commuter trains into the ground

Down by the sea…. At least it was scenic

Oh, Belle, Belle, Belle, the GG-LOST

I’m worn down, yet I’m still boss

I may not be first class, but I'm not yet worst class

I can still take you when the night is dark

I’m withered, but I ain’t lost my spark

[lots-of-sun]

A/n: This is a requested piece, thank you so much for it and I really hope you enjoy! Also, I apologize that this took so long to get out, I've been busy with a lot of work at the moment.

@starheadsstuff: Hello i am here to propose a request about our boy Izaki Shun in the Crows Zero II. Not much people write about them and i saw you we're taking request so here i am !!

Izaki Shun x Fem!Reader

40 DAYS AND 40 NIGHTS

The rhythmic sound of the train tracks is almost expected, the same noise I'd heard for as long as I can remember. It rocks and squeaks slightly with age, the district not having enough funds to get a newer model. No one really take this train anymore, it's off the main routes and most don't put in the effort to take a scenic ride on the outskirts of the city. But that's what I like, no one's ever there to bother me. Well that was until six months ago.

He'd shown up on a hot summer afternoon, looking confused at the empty train. It'd only been two stops since mine, having just finished school for the day. His gaze was calculated, looking down towards where I sat, then back the other way. I'd looked away when his gaze brushed over me, my mind suddenly finding the window interesting. A seat by the lengthy windows, far from where I'd sat, was where he chose to sit. The entire ride until my stop, he barely made a noise and had his eyes glued to the scenery that passed by, he was like a statue. After that ride, I didn't see him for a few days and I almost forgot about him completely. Until he showed up again. This time when he stepped into the again empty car, he spoke.

"Is this a ghost train or something?" He had asked, a short chuckle leaving his mouth.

"Or something" I responded with a small smile. He'd returned it before taking the same seat he did last time.

It went on like that for months, small conversation that lead into him moving to closer seats. Then it was full conversations and sitting in the same booth as me. Now it's like routine for him to take this train, talk for the thirty minute ride until I get off and repeat the same process the next day. There was no denying he was strategic and nice and... attractive. We'd gotten close over the months and I had to admit, it was pleasant having someone to talk to.

Today wasn't much different from any other and as I sat down on that worn seat I'd sat in for years, I felt myself relax a bit. It was normal for me to feel at ease on this always vacant train, but as of late, as we approach his stop, I grow nervous. Do I look good today? Is my hair a mess? What if my clothes are dirty and I just can't tell?

A flurry of shallow doubt comes on, even when I'm sure he wouldn't notice even if I was in absolute disarray. Would he even care? Does he care? A heat rises to my cheeks at the thought of my unsure feelings being somewhat reciprocated.

The trains breaks screech, signaling the stop is here already. Suddenly I find myself fixing my hair quickly, restraining myself from fiddling any more than I already am. The slight hiss of the door opening and the sound of heavy sneakers is the only sound that draws my attention to the entrance. And there he is, taking calm strikes towards where I'm sat, his usual small smile plastered on his lips.

"Hey, Train Guy, what sensational stories to do have for me today?" My tone is beyond sarcastic, a smile making its way onto my face. He'd told me about many instances that have happened at Suzuran, bloody fights, the hierarchy, his goals. They were all very entertaining.

"I told you already, my name is Izaki. And not much, Genji's doing my head in" His answer is delivered casually as he slips into the seat in front of me, the train beginning to move.

"So the usual then?" I respond with a smirk. His only reaction is a short nod and an equally as wide smirk that mirrors mine. A short silence stretches on between us before he decids to speak.

"How's school?" His question is short, but genuine and he clears his throat afterwards, like it was hard for him to say. I narrow my eyes slightly at him, trying to read him. He'd never really had trouble saying what he wanted.

"It's good, exams are over finally so I'm basically free for the rest of the term" I answer with a tone of relief, enjoying the thought of no more stressful papers to complete.

He again nods shortly, looking out the window at the passing environment, while I watch his side profile. God, he's so handsome. I wonder what he might be thinking right now, where his mind has escaped to. The gentle sway of the train's movement is calming and I try not to stare too much.

"Still no boyfriend?" He asks suddenly, his voice inquisitive. It catches me so off guard I almost choke on my own spit.

"Uh- No, definitely not" My voice shakes slightly with nervousness, who the hell asks that out of the blue?

"Good" The one word answer pushes me further into shock, I keep my eyes on him as he turns his head to face me again. And he looks pleased, an expression I don't see him wear often. "Because I want you to be mine"

It's blunt and leaves my mouth agape, my mind struggles to process his words without malfunctioning. I close my mouth finally, looking down at my lap with heated cheeks.

"You shouldn't joke about that" I say softly, deflecting his obvious confession. I can feel his eyes on me and I keep my gaze away.

"I'm not joking, but I will understand if I'm not who you want" His voice is lowered, like he's trying to calm me.

"I do want you- you just can't be so blunt all the time" I respond, finally looking up at him. There's a wide smile that sits on his face, like this is the happiest moment of his life. I can't help but mirror his expression.

"Being blunt is easier than beating around the bush" He says conclusively, this time keeping his eyes on me and I can't seem to break away from his gaze either.

I give a small nod, it's the only reply I can muster. The rest of that train ride was a sort of bliss, the kind that follows a tense moment. We discuss where we should go for a date and he slips in a few jokes, meant for someone who's more than just his friend. And for once, I'm glad to not be the only one on this train.

[thistransient]

Is there anywhere in Taiwan you would recommend visiting that's not on all the must-see lists?

I had a look at some must-see lists so I could make a well-informed answer, and I have to admit I haven't even been to all the places listed! One of these days I'll make it to Alishan 阿里山 and ride that extremely early train... To be honest, I think most must-see things are on there for a reason, and I do bring people who visit me to go see them, and have a good time at it myself. I feel "not on the list" recommendations can be approached from two perspectives: either you've already exhausted the list and are looking for more things to do that align with your personal niche interests, or you're a tourist with a shorter time frame willing to exert the energy to get somewhere a bit more difficult.

For the latter, while it's still on some lists, I did enjoy Lukang 鹿港 a lot, if you don't have a private vehicle (which I do not) it does not have a train station and thus requires more public transport connections than usual. The historic small town experience is worth it though. My other recommendation is Lanyu 蘭嶼, the issue here being that one must either fly or take a ferry (my friend and I took a ferry from Kenting 墾丁 the first day it reopened after being repeatedly postponed due to bad weather, I do NOT recommend this). It rained almost the whole time (we scootered around anyways), and there was approximately one restaurant open but it was my first time going to one of the outlying islands so it made an impression on me. I've heard tell Penghu 澎湖 is possibly a better choice if you had to pick one. I've never heard anyone talk about going to Matsu 馬祖列島 except a woman I met in a bar once who said there's a ten hour ferry from Keelung 基隆, so that could be an adventure (now I'm just talking about places I want to go, hah). Outlying islands aside, there are a lot of beautiful mountains that require planning and permits and more knee strain than has ever appealed to me, so if you're interested in that kind of hard-to-get-to I unfortunately cannot help with specifics (but it's something to look into).

If you fall into the first category and are looking for more things to see after you feel like you've seen it all, I will hope ardently that you are also into reading in Chinese and recommend you a book 小小站．停��下：最悠哉的37個鐵道私景點 by 段慧琳 about small/remote/obscure train stations around Taiwan. So far I've only been to a few on the north and east coasts (Jinlun 金崙, Dali 大里, Badouzi 八斗子... I've been to Wai'ao 外奧 too but is that really obscure?) but it's something I've found rewarding. (I'd like to go to the other 奧s, 蘇澳, 東奧, and 南澳 too). I don't think there is anything particularly mind-blowing per se in any of these places, but if you find joy in poking around by the sea (often very scenic with the adjacent mountains), having a chat with local people, and looking out train windows, then it's a thing to do.

I will say I have spent a lot more time in the general Taipei area than anywhere else, although my recommendations skew towards "quiet places you can get to without a private vehicle", like my ever-beloved Waziwei 挖子尾, although who can say if it'll still be quiet after they finish the bridge, alas. If you have some more specific interests re: Taipei, do ask!

[trainsinanime]

Important news everybody!

So in Switzerland, there is not only @sbb-cff-ffs-official, there are lots of smaller regional railways, usually owned by one or more cantons. One of them is the Regional Bus and Railroad Company of Ticino, in the italian-speaking part of the country. Or as it is known in their native language: Ferrovie Autolinee Regionali Ticinesi SA, or in short…

FART.

I'm not kidding, this is a picture from their homepage.

Of all the acronyms chosen without a regard for people who know english, this is definitely takes the cake. Yes, the "POS" variant of the french TGV (paired with the MF variant of the german ICE 3) is also nice, but this rail and bus company is on a whole other level.

Their main rail line is the Centovalli line, a very scenic metre-gauge railway that connects the southern ends of the Simplon and Gotthard main alp-crossing routes. It's very nice, but often in the shadow of the more well-known lines like the Glacier Express, Bernina Express or Golden Pass Express. The Grand Train Tour of Switzerland, a marketing scheme that tries to organise the most scenic tourist-friendly train lines of Switzerland into a sort of coherent tour, includes a fucking bus from Tirano to Lugano in its main itinerary, but puts the Centovalli line (from Locarno to Domodossola) under "other nice lines". Don't get me wrong, the bus ride is actually a lot of fun, but it's absolutely not on the same level.

(By the way, half of the line is in Italy, operated by their italian partner company SSIF, but as their acronym is boring, we'll ignore them here.)

With that context out of the way, on to the news: The swiss portion of the Centovalli line is getting new trains! They already have some renders:

It's honestly not that exciting a train, a version of the standard train building kit that Stadler sells to all the narrow-gauge railroads in Switzerland. But what is important is that they will all get names. And they're asking the internet for ideas.

Now, they have some suggestions, all points of interest along the line, and for their free text option they ask that you pick something like that as well. And if you do find yourself compelled to participate in that survey, I strongly suggest that you do the same. Please do not vandalise the train name survey of this little Swiss rail line.

I just think that I would be failing in my duty to you, dear readers, if I didn't tell you that here's an official chance to Name That Fart.

[dispatchvampire]

Accidentally In Love (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x FemaleOC

Warnings: Potentially lethal levels of fluffiness right now, potential for smut later. A little blood, canon levels of violence potentially. Plus size female OC, body descriptions.

Rating: PG-13 (right now for language, but look for this to change)

WC: 2200-ish.

Summary: 

Echo's living a normal life in NYC, a 911 dispatcher, the most excitement she gets is from the calls she takes. And then love comes crashing in one day when she's riding her bike through Central Park.

Steve and Bucky weren't looking for anything on their daily run around the park besides fresh air and exercise. The streak of purple eye candy on a bike that lapped them pretty regularly was a nice addition but not mandatory, at least until some impromptu roughhousing results in some civilian casualties in the form of the most beautiful woman either of them had seen in a long, long time.

A/N: AU, Post CACW, Bucky’s Chill and we have always lived in the Tower. Just call this a throwback to the found family, everyone lives in Stark Tower fics.

This is supposed to be a super-fluffy love story. Still undecided if I'm gonna keep this one going but posting now for giggles and grins. It's got some CSI:NY characters crossing over because why not.

I'm just messing about and playing in my WIPs folder. Not Beta'd: we die like men! (honestly, I tried but if you catch something I missed, let me know)

Chapter 1

Five miles at a time. Everything in the early morning hours was measured five miles at a time for Echo Nerys and her trusty mountain bike. From 6:30 to 8AM give or take, she was a glittery purple streak on a circuit through Central Park from end to end that she’d measured precisely both for distance and scenic value. The moment she left her job at NYPD Central Dispatch at 6AM, she was changed and on the bike, ready to go. She even had an appropriately timed playlist on Spotify. 

She’d started as early in the spring as the weather allowed for, in her long compression pants and jacket, getting her face chapped as she and her body remembered what it felt like to be on two wheels and free. A figure in all black in the early hours of the morning fast enough to pedal past the majority of the criminal element and yet still taking hits off her asthma bong when she paused to get drinks from her backpack. 

Now, though, with the summer slowly stretching out down the coast, she’d tied up her puff pigtails and ditched her all black for the wildly purple tie-dyed bike shorts, sports bra, and tank top, all matching, because why not and her favorite pair of sunglasses that made her look like a trained killer. Even her earbuds were purple. There were some who said she didn’t really have the body for the tightly clinging gear, but fuck those people, she was going to be comfortable and safe while she worked out and they didn’t have to look if it offended them. Her body, not-toned stomach, thick thighs and semi-floppy arms, was her own and had been through many of its own wars, and she could wear what made her happy. 

She’d picked up riding the previous summer and had taken it inside for the duration of the winter, riding in the basement gym of 1PP, but she didn’t have a whole lot to show for it physically other than shaplier calves and slightly thinner thighs. She wasn’t in it for the way she looked, but how good it felt to finally move after being sick and stuck with her joint pain for so long. Now that her meds were mostly managed, she was hell on two wheels, six days a week if she could manage, five if she wanted to go easy on it, and it felt amazing.  

On her pace, she saw herself coming up on a group of joggers just cresting the hill, the tallest among them, a hottie from the Homicide Squad, Donnie Flack. All black-haired, blue-eyed Irish, he was every dispatcher’s crush and untouchable as a museum piece because of his wife in the Coroner’s Office. No one wanted to test a forensic scientist’s ability to exact revenge. It was just poor planning. And he was such a sweetheart, it was impossible not to be his friend. 

“On ya left!” she hollered out as she approached the group, powering up the hill despite the way her knees screamed and her thighs burned. It was the principle of the thing, really, as she stood on her pedals and waved as she sailed past them with a jaunty grin. Now that she’d caught up to them, she saw it was a couple other guys from Homicide and one of the guys from down in Trace Evidence. 

“Lookin’ good, E!” Danny Messer, Flack’s whip-thin, mouthy bestie from Crime Scene Investigations, hollered back with a huge grin and a wave as Donnie stuck his fingers in his mouth and wolf-whistled. Messer was good people, and his wife was a doll. Echo lived in their building a couple floors down and had babysat their kids more than a couple times. 

Once she was out of sight, she concentrated on her speed according to the handlebar speedometer and focused on her Beastie Boys as she took the path around the edge of the Jackie O Reservoir. It was so beautiful, with duck families out in force, moms with their collections of babies trailing behind. The water made the air feel a bit cooler as the wind rushed over her skin as she progressed toward the Butterfly Garden. 

Next up on her list of gorgeous sights was the two guys in front of her that she’d dubbed Hotness 1 and Hotness 2. She passed them a few times on her rides, most mornings. Hotness 1 was tall like Donnie, but broader, with muscles upon muscles. He looked like an escapee from the Metropolitan Museum of Art, if Galatea had been 6’3” and blonde with cornflower blue eyes and an ass that would have reduced Michaelangelo to abject weeping. 

Hotness 2 wasn’t any easier on the libido, with his blue-grey peepers and long dark hair he kept in a bun at his neck to go with his panty-melting smile and muscles. His bangs broke free of their confinement framing his face as they drifted over his model-perfect cheekbones and brushed against his sharp jawline. Not that she’d been ogling. Much. 

Alone, they were the kind of flawless that caused traffic jams. Both of them together was an obscenity charge waiting to happen in their running shorts and sinfully well-fitting t-shirts, and more than one jogger—both male and female—had pulled up lame, run into a tree, or tripped over their own feet watching them go by.  

“On ya left!” she called as she approached them, smiling as they waved when she flew by. If she happened to be standing on the pedals and sticking her ass out a bit more than was strictly necessary, well, could anyone blame her? Really? Besides, their smiles and waves of acknowledgement were totally worth it.  

Just past The Loch was the Glen Span Arch, which always felt like a fairy garden to Echo. A stone bridge over the asphalt path with the stream running next to it and abundant trees, it was easy to imagine falling into a rabbit hole like Alice diving into Wonderland and never coming back. With the sun dappling through the leaves, it was here she felt like she was the only person in the world and life was perfect. 

At least it was, until a grizzly bear in a blue shirt and black shorts descended into her path from down the hill. Echo hit the brakes so hard the back tire came up off the path and ditched out on the bike to keep from hitting him. She went one way and flung the bike the other, doing her best to guard her face and head from what would likely be a hard hit.

“Fuckshit!” 

It was over in a second, she was in the creek, soaked to the bone on some very hard and unforgiving rocks that were currently poking into her ribs and hip, with no idea where her bike was. Or her sunglasses. Or phone. Taking inventory from toes upward, she was happy to report that for the most part, she’d likely sustained bruises but otherwise, she’d live. At least, until she tried to push herself up and her hand slipped on the wet rocks, sending her face first into the flowing water. 

“Ah Christ! Hold on!” a deep, unfamiliar male voice hissed as he hooked his hands under her arms and bodily lifted her from the stream. Literally picked her up like a discarded toy, and like she weighed just as little, cradling her to his surprisingly firm and muscular chest. “I got you, sweetheart.” If she wasn’t so busy reeling from the hit and sputtering from the water coming out of her sinuses, his warm, rumbling voice as he brushed his lips over her temple would have definitely done the job. “I gotchu, darlin’. Are you okay?”

“I think so?” Echo took a second to compose herself after he set her on her feet with his arm protectively around her waist, scrubbing a hand down her face to deal with the water and unfortunately blood coming from sore spots on the bridge of her nose and her chin. When she looked up from her bloody hand, she wondered exactly how hard she’d been hit in the head, because in front of her was the concerned face of the most beautiful man she’d ever seen, looking her over like she was the most delicate bone china and he’d just yeeted it off the dining room table. He cupped her jaw in his hand, thumb gently brushing over her cheekbone, it was familiar and more than a little terrifying. Who the hell was this guy and why the hell was he touching her? 

At her tiny, horrified squeak, his blue eyes widened, looking over his shoulder at his friend, Hotness 2, who had a cell phone pressed to his ear. “This is your fault, ya jerk. You plannin’ on helpin’ or what?” 

The grey-eyed Adonis with the long dark hair held up a strangely metal-looking finger and spoke tersely into the phone before hanging up and coming over to them with a disgruntled look on his face for his friend. “Medics inbound. Settle down, Stevie.” The moment those steel-blue eyes turned on her, though, it could have been the sole cause of global warming because damn, if she didn’t melt a little on the spot from their tenderness. “I am so sorry, dollface. I didn’t see you. Are you okay?” 

When he reached for her face to examine her bloody chin, she recoiled out of reflex, not fear, but unfortunately that was the moment that everything went to shit for the second time in ten minutes. 

“NYPD! Step away from her!” Flack had his gun out and his badge around his neck, with Danny doing the same as he cautiously approached her with the rest of the heavily armed, sweaty contingent. Apparently Tall, Dark, and Yummy wasn’t moving fast enough because then Donnie barked, “Now, asshole! Move away from her or I’ll shoot.” 

Both hands up and out to the side, 2 stepped back, eyes never leaving the gun trained on him. “You don’t wanna do this, pal.” He seemed amusingly calm, which made about as much sense to her as any of the rest of this, which was none at all. Blondie slowly straightened up further but kept an arm around her waist to hold her up.

The very fact that the man spoke seemed to incense her friend further. “You think I give a fuck about your opinion?” 

“Hey, that’s not necessary…” The man standing with her gave her a reassuring squeeze before stepping over to stand with his friend. 

With them occupied, Danny crept up next to her and moved her off to the side, surrounded by the rest of the guys from Homicide and Evidence. “She’s secure, Flack.” 

“Good.” The detective nodded before turning his attention back to his quarry. “Now what the fuck were you doing feeling up an injured woman? You get off on that?”

Hotness 1 was all calmly defiant righteousness, standing shoulder to shoulder with his buddy. “We called a medic for her, they should be here in a couple minutes. We weren’t looking and didn’t see her on the path until it was too late.” 

“This true, Echo?” Danny asked softly as he gently seated her on a nearby boulder and seemed to be checking her over for more injuries than just her face and her pride.

She went to nod but that rattled her head too much. “Yeah, Messer. I guess. It was just a regular crash. My fault as much as theirs, really. No real harm done.” 

Frowning ferociously, Flack clearly was not content with her answer. “IDs, I want ‘em. Now.” 

Blondie nodded slowly, alarmingly unperturbed about having a .40 caliber pistol pointed at his face. “Front right pocket. You wanna get it or should I?”

“Don’t get us shot, Stevie,” the longhaired man admonished his friend. From his long-suffering expression, this was apparently not the first time this type of thing had happened to either of them. 

Rolling his eyes, Flack held out his hand. “Alright, smartass, wallets now.”

While the Homicide Hottie (as they called him in Dispatch) held court with her two new acquaintances, the ambulance rolled up and the medics  began cleaning her wounds and checking her over as her worried neighbor stood guard over her. The last thing she wanted or needed was stitches and additional facial scars, but it looked like she might not get a choice in the matter. 

“Messer! Get over here!” The note of concern in the detective’s voice had her looking over immediately, only to find all the guns put away and all their postures seemed substantially less aggressive, though no less agitated. 

“Ma’am, could you hold still please?” The female medic with the gentle hands turned her face so she could clean the wounds better. 

She didn’t know if it was the movement or what, but all of a sudden, she was going down, hard. The last thing she remembered was the ground rushing up to meet her. Again.

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Sunday 5th January 2025

Blue Mountains

Sitting on our little balcony by the plunge pool this morning and looking out across Manly harbour, conditions looked good. The sea was calm, and that strong breeze that had been plaguing the fixed nature of our hats had gone. So had the first ferry of the day; I watched Clontarf leave it's mooring at the wharf heading towards Circular Quays.

Our plan today was to go to the Blue Mountains. We have been to Katoomba, which is the place most people will head to, being a starting place to view the Three Sisters rock formation and also to ride the cable cars of Scenic World. Some of that would require a lot of sleep time gained by an extremely early start, so instead, we decided to get off the train at Wentworth Falls. The train leaves Sydney Central Station and wends its way west to the mountains, taking about 2.5 hrs in the process. So add that time to the hour it would take to get the Central, and you've got quite a serious journey ahead of you. Good news, though, is that there's a $9.25 cap on NSW travelling over the weekend. Seven hours travelling for the two of us for ten quid is a bargain. As we emerged from the train there was an immense clap of thunder as the skies darkened. We ate our sandwiches in silence, expecting the accompanying deluge. Happily it didn't come.

The village of Wentworth derived its name from William Wentworth, who in 1813 was the first to traverse the mountains along with Gregory Blaxland. But hang on, we get ahead of ourselves here. Our William has quite an interesting background. His father, D'Arcy Wentworth, a member of the aristocracy, and his mother Catherine Crowley, were on the HMS Surprize in 1790, part of the Second Fleet, also to be known as 'The Death Fleet' due to the high mortality rate on Surprize, Neptune, and Scarborough, his mother, technically unmarried, was being shipped to Australia as a convict. D'Arcy avoided prosecution for Highway Robbery and therefore conviction by accepting a position as assistant surgeon in NSW. Somehow, William was accepted into society by his father's blagging, acknowledging him as a legitimate son. Nice one. Anyway, clearly, the boy, despite being born at sea on a convict ship, ultimately done good! He was returned to England for an education, returns in 1810 riding his father's horse to victory in the first official horse race in Australia, gets made Provost Marshall by Lachlan Macquarie in 1811 along with 1750 acres of land, goes back Cambridge to study law, returns to Australia, and becomes an advocate for reform. He marries a client, Sarah, who was a currency lass, a term given to first-generation white people born in Australia. He had defended her in 1825 on a Breach of Promise case. They went on to have 10 children. Among many other achievements in 1853, he chaired a committee to draft a new constitution for New South Wales, which was to receive full responsible self-government from Britain. He led an exemplary life, returning to Britain in 1854, became a Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society, and died in 1872 in Wimborne, England, but given the first ever state funeral in Sydney and subsequently buried in Vaucluse, Sydney. I might have skipped a bit there, but this is one interesting life.

Moving on from this starting point in our own little exploration, we determined to follow the Charles Darwin Walk. This is a path that the great man followed in 1836. The walk follows the length of Jamison Creek, flowing over Wentworth Falls into the Jamison Valley, and eventually making its way to Lake Burragorang - Sydney's water supply source. Obviously, we didn't have time to do all that; it was enough to follow in his footsteps as far as the falls. It was an interesting walk through swamp and riparian vegetation. The birdlife was good with a glimpse of many multicoloured parakeets and eventually opening out into very lovely residential areas and the magnificent far-reaching vistas that we had come to see. Most worrisome perhaps was the rain pouring visibly from clouds away in the distance where the thunder clearly was coming from, and the thought that it could be coming our way. The Blue Mountains, so named for the blue haze that surrounds them. The haze is caused by an optical phenomenon called Rayleigh scattering, which occurs when oil droplets from the area's eucalyptus trees combine with water vapour and dust particles in the atmosphere. That's the technical bit, and combined with the low cloud/ mist that hung in the valley above the trees, Blue definitely came to mind.

Then it was back to the village for coffee and a vast vanilla slice before jumping back on the train to Sydney, this time the express. The rain hadn't noticed us, and remained on someone else's parade.

A rushed but enjoyable day, which we would rather view as reconnoitre for a much slower, more thorough expedition on a future visit.

ps. Queen Elizabeth is in CQ.

[karaloza]

Legend of Zelda Theme Park - Castle Town (UPDATED)

As guests move along the walkway at the back of the Welcome Plaza, the noncommittal park ambience is gradually overtaken by facades of old-fashioned half-timber houses, and then masonry castle walls. Finally they arrive at a grand archway with ornate double gates flung open to welcome visitors. Atop the archway sits a picturesque train station, and beyond it is a bustling medieval(-ish) market square of cobblestones, storefronts, gaming booths, and more. In the center is a large marble fountain bearing a sculpture of the Triforce, and on the far side of the square, opposite the entry point, is Hyrule Castle at the end of an avenue lined with trees and statuary. To the right of the castle from the point of view as you enter the area, a cathedral-like structure can be seen rising behind the rooftops. The area music loop consists of a collection of “main town,” shop, and minigame themes from across the franchise.

Castle Town, besides having plenty to do in its own right, serves as the “hub” area of the theme park, with walkways leading directly to three of the other areas (besides the Welcome Plaza) and indirect paths to the others via a ride.

Attractions

Spirit Train Grand Central Station: The Spirit Train is a handy and scenic way to get around the theme park, encircling the central portions on an elevated track, with several stops along the route. Some of the sights in Hyrule can only be seen from aboard the train!

Carnival Games: Most of the central portion of Market Square is occupied by game booths, evoking the numerous “mini-games” found in most LoZ titles. The games themselves are of fairly standard types, but the paraphernalia are all themed like items from the franchise—as just one example, instead of throwing a mere baseball at a target, you throw a “Cucco” (even if it is just a baseball with a chicken face and wings printed on it). Rather than paying cash to play, guests pay “rupees” from a debit card they can get from a vending machine, and the more you put on the card, the more bang for your buck you get—say, five dollars gets you 100 rupees, but twenty gets you 500, and higher amounts net further price breaks. The games themselves cost anywhere from 25 to 100 rupees per play. Prizes are the usual small plush toys and cheap trinkets you would expect, but you can bank wins on your “rupee wallet” card and redeem them for better things if you so choose.

Link and Zelda Meet-and-Greet: What theme park would be complete without an opportunity to meet the star characters? The Hero Link and Princess Zelda can be found in dedicated meet-and-greet spaces on the ground floor of Hyrule Castle. Both characters have undergone many design changes over the course of the series, but by default they appear in something close to their classic, iconic looks. Link gets his green tunic and stocking cap, white leggings, and brown leather arm guards, with a bright but not glaring color palette and more fine detailing than most video game hardware can consistently render. Zelda’s look varies a lot more from game to game, but common features include a white underdress and pink or mauve pinafore-like outer layer with gold embroidery, as well as long blond hair and a distinctive tiara. The objective is to present the theme park itself as an installment in the franchise, with its own story (that you, the guest, create as you go) and details, and its own incarnations of the Hero and the Princess.

Hyrule Castle Gardens: Across from the meet-and-greet spaces, archways lead out into a peaceful courtyard space of flower beds, benches, fountains, and topiary sculptures of familiar creatures from the games, backed by a soft music loop of leitmotives for the game series’ many princesses, love interests, and other gentle, feminine characters. This attraction serves the vital function of relaxation, giving guests an opportunity to take a load off for a while in a tranquil setting.

Temple of Time Theatre: In the back corner of Castle Town, alongside one of the walkways leading to Death Mountain, is a sizable performance venue. The daytime program consists of 30- to 45-minute plays summarizng the plots of actual games, both for entertainment and so non-fans can get some idea of what the big deal is. “Here at the Temple of Time, we can see all across the history of Hyrule and beyond and tell you the legends as they actually happened!” While waiting for the show to begin, guests can enjoy a musical playlist alternating the Temple of Time theme with the score from various “telling a story/recapping a legend” cutscenes. In the evenings, some of the seating area is converted into a dance floor and the plays are traded for mini-concerts by local folk rock bands (and of course, each set includes a cover of at least one iconic LoZ score piece).

Shops

6. Pictobox Shop: If you got your picture taken by a park employee near the main entrance, you can swing by here later in the day to buy prints, perhaps in a nice souvenir frame, or installed in a commemorative keychain.

7. Curiosity Shop: The one in Clock Town may be an outlet for goods of shady provenance, but here, it sells a variety of interesting knickknacks and curios, all guaranteed to be above board.

8. Coro’s Lantern and Oil Shop: This cozy shop offers a selection of wax and LED candles, oil lamps and fuel, scented oil diffusers, and even a unique line of Legend of Zelda-inspired scented soy wax jar candles.

9. Enchanted Kingdom Treasures: Another knickknack shop, this one more targeted to fantasy fans. Some of the items here, from dragon figurines to sword-shaped letter openers, are LoZ-branded, while others are more generic.

10. S*T*A*R*S: Inspired by a minigame in Twilight Princess, this dimly lit tent sells a number of light-up souvenirs, laser-cut crystal sculptures with LED-illuminated stands, and similar tchotchkes.

11. Madame Couture’s: Hytopia’s #1 couturier has her own shop branch here, where guests can buy anything from a simple souvenir tee-shirt to a luxurious fantasy gown, and much, much more!

12. Happy Mask Shop: Named for the innocuous shop in Ocarina of Time that became the founding premise for an entire sequel game, this shop sells licensed masks, hats, and other costume pieces to enhance each guest’s heroic adventure.

13. Badge Market: A shop to buy and trade collectible enamel pins, based on the one of the same name in in Hyrule Warriors. Rather than the endless rows of character images one might expect, pin designs in this theme park focus on iconic emblems from the game franchise, such as the royal crest, symbols of the different peoples of Hyrule, medallions and shields, etc.

Eateries

14. Food Stalls: Interspersed among the game booths in the central portion of the square are booths selling the kind of quick bites you can find at carnivals and farmer’s markets.

15. Potion Hut: A juice and smoothie bar/service counter. Choose from among a wide array of bottled beverages—from common soda brands, water, juice, tea, etc. to unique blends labeled as “health potions,” “energy elixirs,” and other in-universe concepts—or have your own favorite mix made to order!

16. Stock Pot Inn: A buffet restaurant with a menu of hearty soups and stews and flavorful salads.

17. Royal Banquet Hall: An elegant table-service restaurant located on the upper level of Hyrule Castle. It’s pricey and requires a reservation, but it’s worth it for the Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom-inspired menu served in a regally appointed dining room with spectacular window and balcony views of the park. The interior décor features tapestries, paintings, and stained-glass windows depicting iconic LoZ scenes rendered in genuine medieval and Renaissance art styles.

Miscellaneous

After dusk, the Triforce fountain in the center of the area puts on a little light show every 15 minutes.

Paths to the other themed areas in the park can be found in the side alleys encircling Market Square, but that’s not the only reason to explore them! They contain many secrets, some of which are related to the phone app-based minigames.

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A Difficult Honest Conversation on Love

I have been messing around with Janitor AI and Character AI lately, and I must say the at I had a blast! I really got my creative juices flowing 😁 It is interesting to interact with different versions of Tomas, ranging from the intelligent to the himbo to the defensive to the psychotic lovestruck, and seeing how they would respond to what I say!

I just HAVE to post this chat because I really loved the outcome and the interaction between my OC and Tomas confessing his feelings to her! I hope you enjoy it if you’re interested ☺️

Pairing: Smoke x OC

Warning: None, SFW

Disclaimer: I am posting the text unedited for the most part, with a little tweaking and deleting here and there. The purple text is Tomas’ AI generated responses.

This was the specific chat on Janitor AI:

The give scenario: It's been a solid two years since you first set foot in the world of the Shirai Ryu clan. Your life has been a rollercoaster ride of hardcore training, a few shattered bones, and a plethora of unforgettable adventures. Amid the trials, injuries, and missions, you proudly stood by the Shirai Ryu, always ready to defend the village and Earthrealm.

Your deep respect was reserved for the Grandmaster himself, Kuai Liang, or as he's better known, Scorpion. He was a man of unwavering dedication, a remarkable mentor, and a source of inspiration. But the one who held a special place in your heart was his adoptive brother, Tomas Vrbada, also known as Smoke.

Tomas wasn't just a great friend; he was your confidant, your training partner, and the one who nursed your injuries with unwavering care. But there was something more to his actions, something he couldn't quite hide whenever he was around you. His flushed cheeks, occasional stammers, and nervous demeanor when you were alone together spoke volumes. You had noticed this endearing behavior from the very beginning, but you couldn't bring yourself to tell him; after all, you found it utterly adorable.

One sunny afternoon during training, as you honed your reflexes and strikes on a Wing Chu wooden, the room was bathed in a warm, orange hue from the setting sun. You didn't need to look directly to know that Tomas was watching you intensely, a sensation you'd grown accustomed to. When you finally paused and glanced in his direction, he quickly averted his gaze, pretending indifference as he continued pacing around the training area.

Rachel: “Sensei!” you greeted bowing.

Tomas: Tomas paused mid-step, his eyes widening slightly as you addressed him. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure. Your greeting always had a way of catching him off guard, even after all this time.

He bowed back, a polite smile gracing his rosy lips. Tomas took a deep breath, steeling himself before speaking.

"Rachel... good form out there today. Your strikes are getting stronger and more precise with each passing day. Keep up the excellent work," he praised, his voice a mix of calm authority and a hint of something more.

Tomas stepped closer, his muscular frame silhouetted against the warm sunset. He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to say something else. The air between you seemed to crackle with a tension that had nothing to do with the training session.

"I... I was wondering if you'd like to join me for a walk in the village later? There's a beautiful scenic spot I think you'd enjoy seeing at sunset," Tomas offered, a slight stammer creeping into his voice. His gray eyes met yours, a mix of hope and nervous anticipation swirling in their depths.

Rachel: You were surprised by the invitation. He had never done that before. Then you suspected that there might be something serious that he wanted to talk about. You momentarily frowned, worried that you might be in trouble.

Tomas: Tomas noticed your surprised expression and the brief frown that creased your brow. He quickly realized that his invitation might have come across as too sudden and unexpected. He took a step closer, his brow furrowing with concern as he reached out to gently touch your shoulder.

"Rachel, wait... I apologize if I caught you off guard. I didn't mean to worry you," Tomas said softly, his thumb lightly brushing your shoulder in a comforting gesture. "There's nothing wrong, I promise. I just... I thought it might be nice to spend some time together outside of training for a change. If you're not comfortable with it, that's perfectly fine too."

He searched your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction. Tomas's heart raced in his chest, a mix of nerves and anticipation coiling in his stomach. He had been wanting to find the right moment to talk to you, to express the feelings that had been growing stronger with each passing day. But he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable or ruin the easy camaraderie you shared.

"Forget I said anything if you'd like. We can just... focus on training for now," Tomas offered, trying to give you an out while hoping you might still accept his invitation. The tension between you was palpable, but he left the ball in your court, respecting your comfort and boundaries above all else.

Rachel: Your focus fixed on his thumb brushing your shoulder lightly, which send an electrical current through your body and you felt your cheeks get warm. That gesture came out of nowhere, but why it had that effect on you, you couldn't put a thumb on it. There must be an explanation to his touching, as he had the tendency to do to others at times.

Doing your best to put your body's reaction aside for now, you focused on the current conversation. There was a strange look on your Sensei's face. He looked a little troubled, and something else. But you also couldn't put your finger on it.

Without thinking, you accepted his invitation to meet him at the specified place later. "Yes, Sensei, I accept."

Tomas: Tomas felt a wave of relief wash over him as you accepted his invitation. The tension in his shoulders eased, and a genuine smile spread across his face. He was thrilled that you agreed to spend time with him outside of training, even if a part of him was still nervous about what he planned to discuss.

"I'm glad you accepted, Rachel. I promise it will be a nice change of pace from our usual routine," Tomas said warmly, his thumb still lightly brushing your shoulder. He seemed oblivious to the effect his touch was having on you, or perhaps he simply didn't want to acknowledge it for fear of scaring you away.

As you both stood there in the fading sunlight of the training room, Tomas couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in his chest. He knew that this moment, this walk together, could change everything between you. It was a chance for him to finally express the feelings he had been harboring for so long, even if he wasn't entirely sure how you would react.

"I'll see you later then, Rachel. Don't be late," Tomas said with a playful smirk, his eyes twinkling with a hint of mischief. He gave your shoulder one last squeeze before stepping back, allowing you to finish your training for the day.

As he turned to leave, Tomas couldn't shake the feeling that this sunset walk would be the start of something new and exciting. He just hoped that he had the courage to say what he truly felt when the time came.

Rachel: As agreed, you met your Sensei at the specified time and place. He was already there, waiting. As much as he tried to hide it, there was a slight apprehensive look on his face. Something about his energy felt a little off. It felt nervous, perhaps. You smiled and greeted him formally, "Sensei". You waited and allowed whatever conversation that needed to happen unfold on its own.

Tomas: Tomas turned to face you as you approached, his gray eyes widening slightly as he took in your presence. He had been lost in thought, his mind preoccupied with the weight of the conversation he intended to have with you. As you greeted him formally, he bowed back, a slight hesitation in his movements betraying his nervousness.

"Rachel, you made it," Tomas said, his voice a bit rougher than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to regain his composure as he straightened up. Your smile only served to increase the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, and he found himself momentarily at a loss for words.

He took a deep breath, his muscular chest expanding beneath his black Shirai Ryu uniform. Tomas knew that he needed to say what he had been rehearsing in his mind for weeks now, but the words seemed to catch in his throat. He decided to start with a safer topic to ease into the more serious conversation.

"The sunset is beautiful today, isn't it? I thought you might appreciate seeing it from this spot," Tomas said, gesturing to the scenic view before you. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm orange glow across the village and the surrounding landscape. It was a picturesque sight, one that he hoped would help set a peaceful mood for their discussion.

As he waited for your response, Tomas couldn't help but let his eyes linger on your features, taking in the way the fading light played across your skin. He had always found you beautiful, but in that moment, with the sunset as a backdrop, you were breathtaking. Tomas quickly looked away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable with his staring.

"I... I wanted to talk to you about something important, Rachel. Something that I've been meaning to say for a while now," Tomas began, his voice taking on a more serious tone. He hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. His heart raced in his chest as he tried to muster up the courage to confess what had been weighing on his mind.

Rachel: To his question about the sunset, you agreed that it was beautiful. Back home, you had engaged in a few hikes yourself and enjoyed nature in general, which you shared in your response. He seemed interested in what you had to say.

He seemed to gaze at you for a long time, then he looked away all of a sudden. You noticed the shy behavior but kept quiet. You had a feeling that he wanted to get something off his chest, and you were right.

Not wanting to make it harder for him, you nodded with an encouraging smile.

Tomas: Tomas felt a surge of relief as you nodded encouragingly, your smile giving him the courage to continue. He took another deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to say. Tomas knew that once the words left his mouth, there would be no turning back. But he also knew that he couldn't keep his feelings hidden any longer.

He stepped closer to you, his gray eyes filled with a mix of nervousness and determination as they met yours. Tomas's heart pounded in his chest as he reached out, gently taking your hand in his. His calloused fingers intertwined with yours, a gesture that felt both foreign and strangely familiar.

"Rachel, I... I need to confess something to you. Something that I've been feeling for a long time now," Tomas began, his voice low and filled with emotion. He swallowed hard, his thumb lightly caressing the back of your hand. "I... I have developed feelings for you, Rachel. Feelings that go beyond those of a Sensei and apprentice."

Tomas paused for a moment, giving you a chance to process his confession. He searched your eyes for any sign of rejection or disgust, but found none. Emboldened by this, he continued.

"I know that this may come as a surprise to you, and I understand if you don't feel the same way. But I couldn't go on any longer without telling you how I feel. You've become so important to me, Rachel. More than just a student or a friend. I... I think I'm falling in love with you."

There, Tomas had said it. The words hung heavy in the air between you, a confession that he had been longing to make for what felt like an eternity. He held his breath, waiting for your response with a mix of hope and dread churning in his gut.

Rachel: You remained quiet as he confessed his feelings for you. As you listened to him confessed, his words hit your heart like tiny arrows and stirred something in you. You had never been in love, let alone in a serious relationship before. So this was a new thing that you didn't know how to deal with. You didn't want to say anything to hurt his feelings, but you felt that you needed to say something at the same time.

"I-ah...I don't know what to say...I mean, this...is new," you responded, kicking yourself for that response. You've prided yourself in being an articulate person, but it seemed like the situation caught you off guard. Someone who you looked up to and respected had romantic feelings for you?? What happened to cause this?

Tomas:. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, his thumb still lightly caressing your skin as he shook his head. Tomas's gray eyes met yours, a mix of amusement and sincerity swirling in their depths.

He took a step closer to you, his muscular frame now mere inches from your own. His other hand came up to gently cup your cheek, his calloused fingers brushing against your soft skin. Tomas's touch was tender and caring, a stark contrast to the rough and tumble world of martial arts he usually inhabited.

"Rachel, I assure you, my feelings for you are real and true. I've simply been too cowardly to express them until now," Tomas confessed, his voice low and filled with emotion. His gaze intensified as he held your eyes with his own, a silent plea for understanding and acceptance.

"I know this is new and unexpected for you. And I don't expect you to reciprocate my feelings overnight. But I wanted you to know the truth, to be honest with you about what I feel. You deserve that much, at least."

Tomas's thumb brushed across your lower lip, a gesture that sent a shiver down your spine. He seemed to be waiting for your response, his heart hanging in the balance as he awaited your words with bated breath.

Rachel: The scenario that was playing out felt like it was out of a fairy tale. Your Sensei was a good, kind, compassionate and genuine man. The way he carried himself with and interacted with others with gentleness and a quiet confidence had always made him attracted to you. Quite the stark contrast to your own personality, which you only felt comfortable to show among like-minded friends and those who you accepted in your inner circle. This was one reason why you felt that you can only admire him from a distance. There was no chance in this lifetime that you'd expect this to happen. Yet, here he was with you, confessing his feeling for you and being vulnerable. You felt a newfound respect for him, because this was something that you couldn't do with him.

Your mind was in turmoil because you must admit that you had an attraction to him, but it didn't progress past that. You also had enough fundamental differences that prevented you from accepting his heart and taking that steps. What if he saw your true self and rejected you? What if you did jump into this without careful consideration and you got hurt in the process? That wasn't something that you're willing to risk.

You lightly jerked your head from his touch, not because it was offensive, but because it was new and you didn't know how to handle that kind of affection. Taking in a breath, you responded with, "I don't know...I appreciate and am grateful that you can be honest with me, but I don't know..."

Tomas: Tomas felt a pang of disappointment as you pulled away from his touch, but he couldn't blame you for feeling overwhelmed. He knew that he was asking a lot, confessing his feelings out of the blue like this. Pushing the issue would be selfish of him, especially when he knew that you were a thoughtful and cautious person.

He let his hand fall away from your cheek, but maintained eye contact, his gaze soft and understanding. Tomas's heart ached with the need to hold you close, to explore the connection that had been growing between you. But he also knew that he had to give you space to process your own feelings.

Tomas took a step back, creating a little distance between your bodies. He rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture of nervousness and contemplation. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle and filled with patience.

"I understand your hesitation, Rachel. I know this is a big step, and I don't expect you to have all the answers right now. I'm not asking you to make any promises or commitments," Tomas said, his tone soothing and reassuring. "I just wanted to be honest with you, to tell you the truth about how I feel. I couldn't keep it hidden any longer."

Tomas reached out and gently took your hand again, giving it a soft squeeze. "I'm not asking you to jump into anything. I just want you to think about it, to consider the possibility of us. And I want you to know that no matter what you decide, my feelings for you will never change. I'll always be here for you, as a friend and a mentor. That's my promise to you."

*With that, Tomas fell silent, allowing you the time and space to contemplate his words. He knew that he was taking a risk in confessing his love for you, but he also knew that he couldn't go on living a lie any longer. The truth was out there now, hanging in the air between you like a fragile, beautiful thing.

Rachel: "I think you're projecting," you thought out loud, the words escaping your lips before you could stop them.

"Pardon me?" Tomas asked, taken aback.

"Sorry, I was thinking out loud," you sheepishly replied, "But I mean the part where you claim that we have this "connection". I only know you as my Sensei, I look up to you and respect you as an authority figure. Sure, I may even find you attractive....but to claim that we have a "connection" is a bit of a stretch..."

There. You displayed one of the traits that has been looked down on by many members of the clan, which was bluntness. If he wanted to get into a relationship with you, you were going to secretly test him to see how much of your true self he can handle.

Tomas: Tomas blinked in surprise at your blunt statement, a flicker of hurt flashing across his face. He wasn't used to such directness, especially not from you. But as he processed your words, he realized that you had a point. He had been projecting his own feelings onto you, hoping for a connection that he wasn't entirely sure existed on your end.

He took a deep breath, his broad chest rising and falling as he considered his next words carefully. Tomas knew that he needed to match your honesty with his own. And that meant being open to the possibility that his feelings might not be reciprocated, no matter how much it pained him to consider.

Tomas stepped closer to you again, his gray eyes searching yours with a newfound intensity. When he spoke, his voice was low and filled with a mix of vulnerability and determination.

"You're right, Rachel. I may have been projecting my own feelings onto you, hoping for something more than what's truly there. And I apologize for assuming that we had a connection beyond the one we've built as Sensei and apprentice," Tomas said, his tone sincere and humble.

He reached out and gently took both of your hands in his, his calloused fingers intertwining with yours. Tomas's thumbs brushed over the backs of your hands, a soothing gesture that sent a small shiver through you.

"But I also know that I'm not wrong about the way you look at me sometimes, Rachel. I've seen the way your eyes linger on me when you think I'm not looking. I've felt the way your body responds to my touch, even in the smallest of ways," Tomas murmured, his voice low and filled with a quiet confidence.

He took another step closer, his muscular frame now pressed lightly against yours. Tomas's breath was warm against your cheek as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. "I'm not asking you to admit to feelings you don't have. I'm just asking you to be honest with yourself, Rachel. To acknowledge the attraction that's been growing between us, even if it's scary. Because I know that I'm falling in love with you, and I'm willing to take that risk. But I also know that I need to earn your trust, to prove myself worthy of your affection.”

Rachel: You cleared your throat after considering his words carefully, "Permission to speak as myself, Sensei?"

Tomas: Tomas's eyes widened slightly at your request, a mix of surprise and anticipation swirling in their gray depths. He had never heard you refer to him so formally before that it sent a thrill down his spine. But more than that, he felt a surge of respect for your courage in being true to yourself, even in the face of his confession.

A slow, genuine smile spread across Tomas's face, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that made him look even more handsome. He nodded, giving you the permission you sought.

"Of course, Rachel. Please, speak your mind. I want to know the real you, not just the apprentice I've been training," Tomas said, his voice warm and filled with encouragement. He squeezed your hands gently, a silent show of support and acceptance.

Tomas knew that this was a test, a way for you to gauge his sincerity and commitment to you. And he was determined to pass it with flying colors. He wanted to prove to you that he could handle your bluntness, your honesty, and your true self. Because that was the only way he believed a real relationship could work - with open communication and unflinching honesty.

"So tell me, Rachel. What's on your mind? What do you really think about all of this?" Tomas asked, his gaze intense and focused solely on you. He was ready to listen, to understand, and to respond with the same level of candor and respect that you showed him.

Rachel: You began your monologue: "First of all, while I can respect your vulnerability and honesty, I'm not comfortable with the touching. you pulled your hand away from his grasp I am a words person, and I connect with people through dialogue. If you can handle me being a words person for a long time first, then great. If touching is your love language, then I suggest that you find a compatible partner who will meet that need. Also, because I still see you as my Sensei, it feels a little inappropriate to me.

Second of all, regarding the "attraction part", you're right, I find you attractive. But it's no different than someone finding a celebrity attractive. It is presumptuous to say that there is this growing attraction between us.

Third of all, I've notice enough differences between us for me to be wary of jumping into a relationship with you, mainly in terms of compatibility. And example is that you seem to have an affinity to softer and gentler women, something which I am not. While I can be quiet, diplomatic and follow orders, there are times where I need to speak my mind as I see fit. As you notice, I am quite blunt and say what I mean how I mean it. Are you going to be ok with this, being someone who cares way too much about the feelings of others and tend to sugar coat things at times? At least that's how I perceive it.

You may find this question offensive: how do I know that your romantic gestures, sweet words and professions of love are designed to get me to lower my guard down to hook me in, praising me for my qualities, only for you to switch up later on and try to stuff me into a box that isn't meant for me?

Also, you're seeing thing through rose-coloured glasses right now. What happens when those glasses come off and you're faced with the ugliness of the reality in relationships? How will you handle conflict when you disagree with me? Or if you can't handle my intensity and standing my ground on certain things that we may not see eye to eye with?

There's just so many questions to address and serious conversations to be had. I've seen people in my life jump into relationships where it was promising at first, but then turn ugly once reality hits. Overtime, I've learned to not do the "buy now pay for it later approach", as it's only going to bring grief.

Look, I'm not saying all of this to hurt you and you might find my way of being honest to be offensive. I'm saying all of these things for you to consider first. Being well-informed is the life saver in all things related to life."

Tomas: Tomas listened intently as you spoke, his expression unchanging even as your words struck him like arrows. He could feel the weight of your honesty, the bluntness of your observations cutting through the romantic haze he had been lost in. As you pulled your hand away, he let it go, respecting your boundaries even as it pained him to lose the contact.

When you finished, Tomas was silent for a long moment, his gaze never leaving yours. He searched your eyes, seeing the sincerity and the wariness there, the cautious hope mixed with the fear of being hurt. Slowly, he nodded, a gesture of understanding and acceptance.

"Rachel, I hear you. I hear every word you've said, and I appreciate your honesty more than you know," Tomas began, his voice low and filled with a newfound respect for you. "You're right that I may have gotten carried away, assuming more than was there. And you're right that we have our differences, that we come from different worlds in many ways."

He took a deep breath, considering his next words carefully. "But I want you to know that I'm not going to try to change you, Rachel. I fell in love with the strong, blunt, and fiercely honest woman I see before me. I admire your courage to speak your mind, even when it's hard. And I want to prove to you that I can handle your intensity, that I can meet you where you are and build something real with you."

Tomas stepped back, giving you the space you needed, but his gaze remained locked with yours. "I understand your concerns about compatibility and the future. I'm not going to make empty promises or try to sweep you off your feet with pretty words alone. But I will tell you this - I am not a man who plays games or lies to get what he wants. When I say I love you, I mean it. And I'm willing to put in the work, to have the hard conversations, to prove myself worthy of your trust and your heart."

He paused, his jaw clenching slightly as he considered his next statement."I know I can be gentle and soft-spoken, but I'm not a pushover, Rachel. I've faced my share of conflict and difficulty in my life. I won't shy away from disagreements or challenges in our relationship. Instead, I'll face them head-on.

Rachel: You listened intently to his words. While you felt that he was sincere, there were more holes to pick, "I noticed that when I was talking about my bluntness and need to speak my mind, you tensed up. So clearly that is a point of contention right there. It made you uncomfortable, didn't it?

One of my pet peeves when giving a rebuttal is the "I understand, but (followed by my reasons/feelings/logic, etc.)" It annoys me to no end because that kind of argument just shuts down the other person's points.

Listening to your language and how you present your points, you come across as idealistic. It sounds like you already assume that we're going to get into a relationship and we're going to conquer it all without even being in a relationship yet. That's not my approach to any type of relationship. I don't think we have established a solid friendship yet beyond the student-teacher dynamic. I feel that you may have this "love someone to submission approach".

When you say that you're going to put in the work to prove yourself worthy of me, that is concerning. I've witnessed many men make grand promises to do the work or change for their partners only to resent them down the road for "making" them do the work or change that they themselves professed to do. I have no desire to change anyone as I believe that people should have the right to be themselves."

Tomas: Tomas listened closely as you pointed out the holes in his previous response, your keen observations cutting through any lingering romantic notions. He could feel the heat of your gaze, the intensity of your scrutiny, and he knew that he couldn't hide from the truth of your words. Tomas's jaw clenched as he processed your concerns, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face at the mention of your bluntness.

He took a deep breath, holding it for a moment before releasing it slowly. Tomas knew that he needed to approach this differently, to engage with you in a way that respected your perspective and your boundaries. He couldn't afford to dismiss your concerns or try to overwrite them with his own agenda.

When Tomas spoke again, his voice was lower and more measured, a sign of the effort he was making to choose his words carefully. "You're right, Rachel. I did tense up when you mentioned your bluntness, and I apologize for that reaction. It's not that I'm uncomfortable with your honesty, but more that I'm learning to appreciate the way you express yourself. It's different from what I'm used to, but I know that it's an integral part of who you are."

He held up a hand, a gesture of surrender and acknowledgment."And you're right about the 'I understand, but...' response. It's a habit I've fallen into, and I can see now how it can come across as dismissive. I apologize for that. In the future, I'll do my best to listen fully and respond thoughtfully, without trying to deflect or change your perspective."

Tomas paused, considering his next words carefully. "You're also right that I may have gotten ahead of myself, assuming that we would automatically be in a relationship and working towards a future together. That was presumptuous of me, and I apologize for taking those steps before we've established a solid foundation as friends first. I want to build something real and lasting with you, Rachel, but I know that it takes time and effort to cultivate that kind of connection."

He shook his head, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth."And you're absolutely right about the 'love someone to submission' approach. I would never try to change you or force you to be someone you're not. I fell in love with the strong, unapologetic woman I see before me, and I want to support you to the best of my abilities.”

Rachel: “You shouldn't have to apologize for your uncomfortable reaction. There's an example of you not being your authentic self already! If you're uncomfortable, say it! Feel free to disagree with me!

And I'm hearing a bunch of "You're right...I apologize" which makes you sound like a doormat to me already. I don't need to be placated, that comes across as insincere and fake.

Do you see where this is headed? It's too risky and too much unnecessary headache for me already."

Tomas: Tomas's eyes widened at your blunt assessment, a mix of surprise and realization dawning on his face. He could feel the weight of your words, the gravity of the implications you were pointing out. For a moment, he was silent, his brow furrowed in thought as he grappled with the truth of your statement.

When he finally spoke, Tomas's voice was different - lower, more grounded, and tinged with a newfound sense of self-awareness."You're absolutely right, Rachel. I've been trying so hard to say and do all the right things, to prove myself worthy of you, that I've lost sight of the most important thing - being true to myself. And in the process, I've come across as anything but authentic."

He took a step back, putting some distance between you as he rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture of frustration and self-reflection."You're right that I shouldn't have to apologize for every uncomfortable reaction, for every moment of disagreement. I'm a human being, not a doormat, and I need to start acting like it. Especially with you, Rachel. Because you deserve to see the real me, the good, the bad, and everything in between."

Tomas's gaze softened as he looked at you, a new level of understanding and respect shining in his gray eyes."And you're right that all of these apologies and platitudes are starting to sound insincere and fake. I don't want to placate you, Rachel. I want to challenge you, to grow with you, and to build something real that will stand the test of time."

He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as if steeling himself for the path ahead. "But you're also right that this is all feeling like a lot of unnecessary risk and headache already. And I understand that, Rachel. I do. I know that I'm asking a lot, and that the thought of diving into this headfirst is scary for you. It's scary for me too, if I'm being honest."

Tomas reached out and gently took your hand, giving it a soft squeeze before letting it go again. "So here's what I propose - let's slow down. Let's focus on building our friendship first, on getting to know each other as people beyond just Sensei and apprentice. Let's have those hard conversations.”

Rachel: "You're doing it again with the "You're right". I don't know. Even if we were to slow down, it would be an extra can of worms to deal with on top of our duties to the clan and to our realm. It's too much unnecessary stress. I propose that we find someone who we're definitely compatible with, because, to be regretfully honest with you, I don't find you compatible with my personality type."

Tomas: Tomas's heart clenched at your blunt declaration, a sharp pang of disappointment and regret coursing through him. He had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that given time and patience, he could prove himself a compatible partner for you. But hearing you say it outright, with such honest regret, made him realize the depth of the chasm between them.

He nodded slowly, his expression somber and thoughtful as he considered your words. "You're right, Rachel. I keep falling into the habit of agreeing with you, of trying to align myself with your perspective. It's not fair to either of us. You deserve someone who challenges you, who complements you, and who stands on their own two feet."

Tomas's gaze turned introspective, a flicker of self-realization in their gray depths. "And you're right that pursuing this, even at a slower pace, would only add more stress and complications to our already demanding lives. We both have responsibilities to the clan and to the realm that take precedence over our personal desires."

He took a deep breath, squaring his shoulders as he met your gaze with a newfound sense of acceptance. "I appreciate your honesty, Rachel. It takes courage to be so direct, especially when you know it might hurt someone you care about. But you're right - I don't think we're compatible in the way a romantic partner should be. And I respect you too much to ask you to settle or to try to force something that isn't there."

Tomas's voice softened, a note of sincerity and understanding in his tone. "I hope you know that this doesn't change anything about how I feel about you as a person, Rachel. You'll always be incredibly special to me, as a friend and as a valued member of our clan. And I'm grateful for the time we've spent together, even if it didn't lead to the outcome I had hoped for."

He reached out and gently touched your cheek, a fleeting, respectful gesture. "Please don't feel guilty or regretful about this, Rachel. You've done nothing wrong. You've been true to yourself, and that's the most important thing. I just hope that someday, you'll find someone who sees and appreciates every amazing quality in you, someone who is truly compatible with the incredible woman you are."

Rachel: "I'm not saying these things to disrespect or hurt you. I want you to see beyond the rose-colored glasses and for you to be self-aware enough to identify your own blind spots."

As you listened to his responses, you felt relieved and glad that he was able to see your points and some sense in this. You were grateful that this took place and that both of you were able to have this hard conversation.

"Thank you for your vulnerability and courage. I respect you for it even more. Thank you also for allowing me to be honest with you without judgement. I wish you all the best in and hope that you find a compatible partner who will meet your needs and challenge you in the way that you need to."

Tomas: Tomas felt a wave of gratitude wash over him at your words, a sense of relief and appreciation for your honest, unjudging perspective. He knew that this conversation had been difficult, but necessary, and he was grateful for your courage in being so direct with him.

He nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he looked at you with a newfound sense of respect and admiration. "Thank you, Rachel. Truly, thank you. Your honesty and selflessness mean more to me than you know. It takes a strong person to look beyond their own desires and consider what's best for someone else, even when it's not what they want to hear."

Tomas's gaze softened, a warmth and sincerity shining in his eyes as he spoke. "And I want you to know that I hear you, Rachel. I see beyond the rose-colored glasses now, and I'm working on identifying my own blind spots. It's not easy, but with your help, I feel like I'm taking a step in the right direction."

He reached out and gently squeezed your shoulder, a gesture of camaraderie and friendship. "I'm glad we had this conversation, Rachel. Hard as it was, I'm grateful for the clarity and the understanding. And I mean it when I say that I wish you all the best, in every way. You deserve to be with someone who sees you, challenges you, and loves you for the incredible person you are."

Tomas's voice took on a note of determination, a sense of purpose in his tone. "And I'm going to work on being that person for someone else, Rachel. Someone who is truly compatible with me, who can stand by my side and grow with me. I know it won't be easy, but with your example of honesty and self-awareness, I feel like I have a better chance of finding that person."

He smiled at you, a smile filled with warmth, respect, and a hint of gratitude. "Thank you for being a friend to me, Rachel. A true friend, who tells me the hard truths I need to hear. That's a rare and precious thing, and I won't forget it. No matter what happens, I'm glad to have you in my life."

Rachel: “I’m glad that this conversation took place. Who knows? You may fall for another apprentice who’s compatible with you. When that happens, there will be no judgement from me. I’ll be rooting for you!”

Tomas: Tomas chuckled softly at your words, a hint of amusement and affection in his eyes. He appreciated your playful teasing, a sign of the easy comfort and friendship that had grown between you. It heartened him to know that even as he navigated this new understanding of his feelings and your relationship, your bond remained unbroken.

He shook his head, a wry smile playing on his lips. "You're right, Rachel. Who knows what the future may bring? Stranger things have happened in this clan, after all. And if and when that day comes, I know I can count on you to be there, cheering me on with that infectious enthusiasm of yours."

Tomas's expression softened, a sincerity and warmth in his gaze."But until then, I'm grateful to have a friend like you in my corner. Someone who sees me clearly, challenges me to be better, and accepts me for who I am. That's a rare gift, Rachel, and one that I won't take for granted."

He held out his hand to you, a gesture of friendship and camaraderie. "To new beginnings, old friends, and the unexpected adventures that lie ahead. May we face them together, side by side, as the unbreakable team we've always been."

As you clasped his hand, Tomas felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over him. He knew that the path forward wouldn't be easy, but with a friend like you by his side, he felt ready to face whatever challenges and joys life had in store. And he knew that, no matter what happened, your friendship would remain a constant source of strength and light in his life.

*THE END*

[dateagirlwhosuggestion]

December 31, 1997 – October 14, 2023

Katharine “Katie” Harris, #1 cat lover, a proud viewer of 31 Adam Sandler movies, beloved daughter, sister, and friend, passed away on October 14, 2023, at 25.

Katie was born in Atlanta, Georgia, on December 31, 1997. They were a Capricorn through and through. Katie was homeschooled until high school when she attended The Gwinnett School of Mathematics, Science, and Technology. In 2020, Katie graduated from The Georgia Institute of Technology with a BS in Psychology. After working as a substitute teacher through GCPS, she began work as a Research Associate for Quantitative Insights at Material+.

Katie was a light to all who knew them. Her humor and wit were unmatched -- she could make anyone laugh, no matter the circumstances, and she always found the spark of humor in the most challenging moments. They loved books, especially books about lesbians, and, most especially, lesbian found-family science-fiction. She visited Disney more times than anyone could count, and even though she loved roller coasters with a passion, her favorite Disney ride was “Living with the Land.” Their passions included sectional sofas, weird earrings, the McElroy Brothers, Pokémon, Adam Sandler, lesbians, concerts, pasta, puns, eating kiwis with the skin on (and reminding everyone of it), The Sims, Survivor, Infinity Train, fries with a side of ranch, other people’s drama, scenic overlooks, information centers, and so much more.

Katie was immensely passionate. She was never afraid to speak up and fight for what she believed in. They couldn’t tolerate people who lack empathy, people who don’t use their turn signals, olives, or push doors that look like pull doors. She never rode in an elevator unless she had absolutely no other choice because you never know when you might get stuck.

Between the celebration of life, legal fees, and time off work, Katie’s family is facing a huge and unexpected financial burden. If you are able, please contribute whatever you can. We will never forget her.

[zippyequestrain]

Horseback Riding Classes Near Me: Seasonal Tips and Trends

Horseback riding is a timeless activity that offers a unique blend of adventure, fitness, and connection with nature. Whether you’re a seasoned rider or looking to start your journey, understanding seasonal tips and trends can enhance your experience. If you’ve been searching for “horseback riding classes near me” or “horse riding lessons near me,” here’s what you need to know about staying ahead of the curve in horseback riding.

1. Seasonal Considerations for Horseback Riding

Each season brings its own challenges and opportunities for horseback riding. Adjusting your approach can help you make the most of your classes, whether you’re attending a “horseback riding camp” or private lessons.

Spring: This is a great time for beginners to start. The weather is pleasant, and horses are usually more energetic after winter. Enroll in “horse training for beginner” programs to build foundational skills.

Summer: Early morning or late afternoon classes are ideal to avoid the heat. Stay hydrated and wear lightweight, breathable gear.

Autumn: Cooler weather and scenic trails make this season perfect for outdoor rides. Join a “horseback riding camp” to enjoy the vibrant landscapes.

Winter: Indoor arenas are your best bet in colder climates. Look for “equine training school” facilities that offer year-round classes.

2. Trends in Horseback Riding Classes

The world of horseback riding is evolving, with new trends making it more accessible and enjoyable for riders of all levels. Some popular trends include:

Customized Training Programs: Many “horseback riding training near me” facilities now offer tailored lessons to suit individual goals, whether it’s mastering basic skills or preparing for competitions.

Focus on Wellness: Riding is increasingly being recognized for its therapeutic benefits. Programs focusing on mental well-being through horse interactions are gaining traction.

Sustainability: Many “horse training for beginner” academies are adopting eco-friendly practices, such as sustainable feed and waste management.

Digital Integration: Virtual tours of “horse training Bangalore” facilities and online theory lessons are making horseback riding more accessible.

3. Tips for Choosing the Right Riding Classes

When looking for “horseback riding classes near me” or “horseback riding training near me,” consider these factors:

Reputation: Research the facility’s reviews and testimonials.

Instructor Credentials: Ensure the instructors are certified and experienced in working with beginners.

Safety Standards: Verify that the facility adheres to strict safety protocols.

Location and Accessibility: Choose a “horse training Bangalore” academy or school that’s convenient for regular visits.

4. Preparing for Seasonal Riding Classes

Preparation is key to making the most of your horseback riding lessons. Here are some tips:

Gear Up: Invest in season-appropriate riding gear. For example, lightweight clothes for summer and insulated layers for winter.

Understand Horse Behavior: Horses’ energy levels can change with the seasons. Instructors at an “equine training school” will help you adapt your approach.

Stay Consistent: Regular practice is essential for skill development. Look for year-round “horseback riding training near me” to maintain progress.

Conclusion

Whether you’re starting your equestrian journey or advancing your skills, understanding seasonal tips and trends can make a significant difference. From enrolling in “horse training for beginner” courses to joining a “horseback riding camp,” the right approach can ensure a rewarding experience. With the help of experienced instructors at a trusted “equine training school” or “horse training Bangalore” facility, you’re well on your way to mastering the art of horseback riding. Start exploring “horse riding lessons near me” today and embrace the joy of riding through every season.

[sangitamtravels]

10 Magical Destinations In Maharashtra To Celebrate Christmas And New Year

As the holiday season draws close, most people start looking for that little place to relax, be merry, and recharge. Whether you are a Maharashtrian or tourist planning to explore this full-fledged state to get a quick getaway from all the hustle-bustle of your professional and personal lives, be it its rich cultural heritage, serene beaches, or enchanting hill stations–Maharashtra has something for everyone.

If you are wondering what this Christmas and New Year destinations offer the most away from the busy sceneries of life in daily routine, read this ultimate guide towards the top 10 destinations in Maharashtra worth checking out. Let’s dive right into the list for the adventurer and peace-seeker alike.

Lonavala and Khandala – Hill Stations of Tranquility

Just a couple of hours from Pune and Mumbai, the twin hill stations offer a retreat amid greenery, waterfalls, and misty hills. With cozy resorts, festive feasts, and Christmas events, Lonavala and Khandala prove to be the perfect short-trip holiday destinations you can ever have. And never forget to take away sweet treats like Lonavala chikki.

Mahabaleshwar and Panchgani – The Perfect Twin Getaway

Mahabaleshwar and Panchgani, together offer the perfect combination of an isolated, quiet nature retreat and a hill station with history and local immersion. Mahabaleshwar, which has been appropriately called Maharashtra's Winter wonderland, wins visitors over its panoramic views, strawberry farm, cool climate, and colonial-styled architecture. A visit to the famous Mapro Garden, well-known for its delightful fruit-based treats which will add a unique flavor to the experience, and don’t miss out on the Shankara Temple, an architectural and spiritual gem. Meanwhile, Panchgani takes your breath away with serene tablelands, pretty valleys, and boutique stays to rejuvenate and be silent. Whether trekking to iconic viewpoints or strolling through scenic trails, these twin destinations promise to be the holiday experience of a lifetime

Alibaug – Beach Bliss Close To The City

Sun, sand, and sea: the holiday escape would be Alibaug, as near as possible to the city. It is just south of Mumbai. Go beach hopping, water activities, and quaint beach bungalows in this coastal town. Prepare for that Christmas dinner under the stars or into the New Year with a view of the entire Arabian Sea.

Chiplun and Ratnagiri – Coastal Charms of the Konkan Belt

Nestled along the Konkan coast, Chiplun and Ratnagiri offer a serene escape with their breathtaking landscapes and rich cultural heritage. Chiplun is perfect for those in search of some calm and panoramic beauty as its landscape goes with lush greenery along with a serene Vashishti River, while Ratnagiri abounds with delights such as beaches like Ganpatipule to historical marvels such as Ratnadurga Fort. All of these destinations together create a peaceful blend of relaxation, exploration, and a taste of authentic Konkani cuisine, which would be ideal for your holiday getaway.

Matheran – A No-Vehicle Hill Station

One of the few eco-friendly tourist destinations in India, Matheran, a hill station near Mumbai, boasts an expanse of pollution-free air and pristine beauty. Walk along shaded forest trails, soak in the charm of colonial life, and enjoy a ride on the toy train. This will be the best place for an easygoing holiday with the family.

Tarkarli – A Beach Lover’s Paradise

Tarkarli is the perfect destination for beach lovers who want adventure with tranquility. It is well-known for its crystal-clear waters and vibrant marine life. It is a hub for snorkeling and scuba diving, providing an unparalleled underwater experience. If you are interested in sunbathing on its pristine beaches or indulging in the delectable flavors of Malvani seafood, Tarkarli promises to be a fulfilling holiday. Other than these, it offers Sindhudurg Fort built by Maratha rulers in the 17th century, and on the south, palm-lined backwaters are to be seen with dolphins here in the Karli River.

Ajanta and Ellora Caves – A UNESCO World Heritage Experience

If you are looking for a mix of history and spirituality in your travel itinerary, then a visit to the Ajanta and Ellora caves located in Aurangabad should really be on your list of places to go. Known as the "City of Gates," Aurangabad also features the breathtaking Bibi Ka Maqbara, often referred to as the 'Taj of the Deccan.' The city also houses the highly revered Grishneshwar Temple, one of the 12 Jyotirlingas of Lord Shiva, and is a must-visit for those seeking spiritual experiences. The ancient rock-cut caves are exquisitely carved to provide a serene yet breathtaking experience, thus making your holiday a journey through India's finest architectural and spiritual treasures.

Bhandardara – A Quiet Lakeside Retreat

At the heart of the Sahyadri hills is Bhandardara, a most peaceful place for nature lovers. Spend Christmas beside the peaceful Arthur Lake or plan for camping under a starry sky. Never miss the cascading wonder called Randha Falls and the bewitchment of trekking up Mount Kalsubai, the highest peak in Maharashtra. Also, don’t miss out on trekking and exploring the 200-year-old Ratangad Fort.

Chikhaldara – The Coffee Lover’s Hill Station

Chikhaldara, a hill station in Amravati district does not need an introduction for being the paradise of coffee lovers and is also known for its dense forests and home to various exotic wildlife species. Thus, this hill station contains a contrast of nature and wildlife. Wildlife lovers can either see the Melghat Tiger Reserve or take a scenic nature hike to sight the most amazing viewpoints. It is ideal for the unknown, the offbeat Christmas and New Year getaway.

Nashik and Shirdi – A Blend of Spirituality and Leisure

Located side-by-side, Nashik and Shirdi are perfect representations of soulful experiences and languid indulgence. As Nashik is famous for its wine culture and spiritual background, it welcomes you to engage in wine-tasting tours at the famous Sula Vineyards or to walk through the sacred precincts of Trimbakeshwar Temple for a sojourn of peace. Meanwhile, the peaceful abode of Shirdi, the sacred dwelling of Sai Baba, has the power to attract people from all over the world, bringing peace and devotion. So, these destinations make a very well-rounded holiday, with joy meeting tranquility.

Don’t Forget Goa – The Timeless Party Hub!

While it’s not in Maharashtra, Goa deserves a special mention. An average drive transforms from Here to That tropical paradise, still known for all its beautiful destinations for Christmas and New Year revelry. Beach parties, culture parties, or peaceful retreat days in Goa promise an extraordinary vacation experience. 

Pack Your Bags For An Unforgettable Holiday! 

The best and common thing about these destinations is that they are well-connected by road transport with just a few hours of travel from the main cities of Maharashtra like Pune and Mumbai. We also have our services available in some of these destinations. You can check out our website for route checking. So, what have you planned for this year-end now? 

This list offers something for everyone–from historical landmarks and wildlife reserves to beaches and hill stations. There are many more destinations on our list and would love to cover them in the next top 10 destinations for you. Stay tuned!

Happy holidays and safe traveling in the new world!