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[ka1rin]

A Match in Munich (part 1)

— kaiser x fem reader

summary: You move to Germany to pursue your studies and volleyball career, adjusting to a new life in a foreign city. Along the way, you meet a confident soccer player, and the growing tension between you both sparks an unexpected connection, leaving you unsure of what comes next.

author note: oikawa is mentioned here btw!! And I posted this at 3am without proofreading so if there’s a mistake, don’t be surprised. (T—T”)

The hum of the airplane engines faded into the background as you leaned your head against the window, watching the cloud-streaked horizon. Moving to Germany was a big step, but it was part of your plan—pursue your studies while preparing for your future as a professional volleyball player. Volleyball was your passion, but your education was equally important.

As you stepped into the bustling Munich airport, you spotted a familiar figure waiting for you. Noel Noa, your cousin and one of the world’s most famous soccer players, waved at you, his platinum hair catching the light.

“Welcome to Germany,” Noel said warmly, pulling you into a brief hug.

“It’s been too long,” you replied, smiling up at him.

Noel helped you with your luggage and led you to his sleek car parked outside. As he drove through the charming streets of Munich, you took in the cobblestone roads and beautiful architecture, feeling both excited and overwhelmed.

“I’ve set up a place for you near your university,” Noel explained. “It’s small, but it’s close to campus. You’ll like it.”

“Thanks, Noel. I really appreciate it,” you said sincerely.

He nodded, then glanced at you. “Actually, I need a favor.

You raised an eyebrow. “Already?”

He chuckled. “I’m swamped tomorrow. Can you pick me up after practice? It’s at the Bastard München stadium. I’ll send you the details.”

“Sure,” you replied with a shrug.

The next evening, you drove to the Bastard München stadium, parking near the players’ entrance. While waiting for Noel, your eyes wandered to the field, where the team was practicing. Their movements were precise and calculated, a testament to their elite status.

One player stood out—blond hair shining under the stadium lights, his confidence radiating as he effortlessly commanded the field. You couldn’t help but watch him.

Then, as if sensing your gaze, he turned. His piercing blue eyes locked onto yours, and a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. You quickly looked away, heat rising to your cheeks.

When practice ended, Noel approached, towel slung over his shoulder. “Thanks for coming. Sorry for the wait.”

“No problem,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Before you could leave, the blond player walked over, his stride casual but purposeful.

“Noa,” he greeted your cousin smoothly before turning his attention to you. “And who’s this?”

“This is my cousin,” Noel replied, his tone guarded. “She’s a professional volleyball player studying here in Germany.”

The player extended a hand, his smirk deepening. “Michael Kaiser. A pleasure to meet you.”

You hesitated briefly before shaking his hand. “Nice to meet you too.”

His grip lingered just a second longer than necessary, his gaze holding yours until Noel cleared his throat.

“All right, Kaiser, don’t bother her,” Noel said, ushering you toward the car.

As you left, you couldn’t shake the feeling of Kaiser’s eyes on you, his smirk etched into your mind.

A few days later, you found yourself at the stadium again, this time after classes. Noel had asked you to pick him up, but when he arrived, he had other plans.

“Sorry,” he said, climbing into the passenger seat. “I have a meeting downtown. I’ll need to leave my car here for now.”

“Okay,” you replied, shrugging.

Before you could drive off, Kaiser appeared, his gym bag slung over his shoulder. “Noa, heading out already?”

“Yeah,” Noel replied, nodding toward you. “(y/n)’s heading back to her place. You live in the same direction, don’t you? Why don’t you ride with her?”

You blinked in surprise, but Kaiser grinned. “If (y/n) doesn’t mind, I’d be happy to.”

You hesitated, but his relaxed demeanor made it hard to say no. “Sure, why not?”

Kaiser slid into the passenger seat after Noel left, his presence immediately filling the car.

“So,” he began, breaking the silence. “What’s a professional volleyball player doing chauffeuring her cousin?”

You laughed lightly. “It’s a one-time thing. I just moved here, and Noel’s been helping me get settled.”

“Ah, a newcomer,” he said, studying you with curiosity. “How are you finding Munich so far?”

“It’s beautiful,” you admitted. “But I’m still adjusting. It’s a big change.”

“You don’t seem like the type to be overwhelmed easily,” he remarked, his smirk returning.

You glanced at him, caught off guard. “And you can tell that from a ten-minute car ride?”

He grinned. “I’m good at reading people.”

When you arrived at his stop, Kaiser lingered, his hand on the door handle. “Thanks for the ride. I owe you one. How about I buy you coffee sometime?”

You hesitated, unsure if he was serious.

“It’s just coffee,” he added, his smirk softening.

“Okay,” you agreed, smiling despite yourself.

A few days later, you met Kaiser at a cozy café. The atmosphere was warm, the smell of freshly brewed coffee filling the air.

"So," Kaiser began after taking a sip of his espresso, "why aren't you playing volleyball right now? You're clearly passionate about it."

You smiled, leaning back in your chair. "I want to finish college first. After that, I'll focus on volleyball completely—no distractions."

He tilted his head, intrigued. "No distractions, huh? What's the plan after college?

"Brazil," you said, your eyes lighting up. "I have a friend there—Oikawa. He's one of the best setters I know, and training with him will push me to my limits. I'll stay there for a few years, then join Japan's national team."

Kaiser raised an eyebrow. "You've already been offered a spot on the national team?"

You nodded. "Yeah. It's a dream come true, but I want to be ready. I don't want to hold back when I step onto that court."

He leaned forward, his blue eyes locked onto yours. "You're playing the long game. That's rare. Most people I know rush into success without thinking."

"I'm not most people," you said, your tone teasing but firm.

Kaiser grinned. "I noticed."

After finishing your coffee and a shared plate of pastries, Kaiser leaned back in his chair. "So, what now? Should I call you a cab, or do you want to walk home?"

You glanced out the window at the calm evening streets. "I'd rather walk. It's not far, and I like the fresh air."

He stood up, slipping on his coat. "Then I'll walk with you. Munich's safer than most cities, but I don't trust it with you walking alone."

You laughed softly but didn't argue, letting him accompany you.

The walk was quiet at first, the cobblestone streets glistening under the streetlights. The city seemed to glow, a mix of old-world charm and modern energy. Kaiser walked beside you, his hands in his pockets, his usual confidence seemingly muted by thought.

"So," he said suddenly, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. "Where will you be staying in Brazil?"

You turned to him, surprised by the question. "Oikawa's already reserved an apartment for me. It's next to his."

Kaiser stopped walking for a moment, his expression darkening. "Next to his?"

You nodded. "Yeah, he insisted. Said it'd be easier for us to train together."

He began walking again, his movements a little stiffer than before. "Are you and Oikawa... a thing?"

The question caught you off guard. "What?"

"You know," he said, his voice flat but laced with irritation. "Dating. Together. Is he more than a friend?"

You stared at him, unsure whether to laugh or be annoyed. "No, Michael. Oikawa's just a friend. We've known each other for years, and that's it.”

Kaiser's shoulders relaxed slightly, but his jaw remained tight. "Good. Because if he were, I'd have a lot to say about him reserving an apartment for you."

You rolled your eyes, choosing to keep walking instead of engaging. Kaiser, however, wasn't done.

"You're really going to spend years with this guy?" he pressed.

"It's not like that," you replied, exasperated but amused by his persistence. "We're both focused on our goals, and training with someone as talented as him is an opportunity I can't pass up. That's all."

Kaiser didn't respond right away, his gaze fixed on the pavement ahead. When you reached your apartment building, he stopped a few steps away, his expression softer but still guarded.

"Well," he said, his voice lighter now, "thanks for the walk. Try not to let this Oikawa guy push you too hard in training. And don't let him distract you from finishing college."

You smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I can handle myself, Kaiser."

He gave a small wave, his usual smirk creeping back. "Goodnight, (y/n)"

"Goodnight, Michael," you replied, watching as he walked away.

You climbed the stairs to your apartment, his words still lingering in your mind. Kaiser was nothing if not persistent—and somehow, you didn't mind that one bit.

The morning came early, as it always did in your life. The prestigious university you were enrolled in wasn't for the faint of heart, and each day felt like an uphill battle. Despite your passion for volleyball, the weight of academic expectations was just as heavy. You had to be at your best—on the court and in the classroom.

As you made your way through the crowded halls, your mind raced with formulas and historical facts, preparing yourself for another grueling round of tests. Being at the top of your game academically wasn't easy, but it was a challenge you gladly accepted.

The tests, assignments, and lectures blurred into a routine, but one thing was always certain—you thrived under pressure. Each paper, each exam, was a chance to prove yourself, to show that you weren't just another student passing through.

After hours of studying and a few brutal tests, you finally wrapped up the day. As you walked out of the university, exhausted but satisfied, the familiar call of coffee beckoned you.

A quick stop at your favorite café gave you just enough energy to power through the night. It was already 10:00 PM, and you had one final task before you could call it a day: picking up Noel.

You pulled into the stadium parking lot, scanning the area for Noel. It was a late-night session, and the stadium lights cast long shadows over the empty spaces. As you waited, the sound of footsteps caught your attention, and your eyes flickered toward a familiar figure.

It was Michael Kaiser, standing near his car, surveying the area with that same confident posture. His eyes caught yours immediately, his lips curling into a familiar smirk. You felt that familiar rush when you saw him, but this time it wasn't just curiosity. Something more lingered in the air between you.

You approached him, not even thinking twice. Kaiser turned to face you, his expression neutral but something flickered in his gaze.

"You here to pick up your cousin?" Kaiser asked, his voice smooth.

"Yeah," you nodded, scanning the area. "Where is he?"

"He's just speaking with someone," Kaiser said casually, though you could tell his focus was elsewhere. "Noel's always talking to someone. Could never get him to keep his head in the game."

You chuckled lightly. "You sound like you know him well."

"I do," Kaiser said, his tone still flat, but you couldn't help but feel that there was more behind his words. His gaze shifted to you, and after a brief pause, he leaned in slightly, almost like it was an afterthought. "I never got your number."

You blinked in surprise before pulling out your phone. "Right. You didn't."

He reaches for his pockets and pulls out his phone, he presses the power button, yet the screen remains black. “Shit my phone’s dead, can I type in my number instead?”

“No problem at all” You handed your phone to him, and without hesitation, he typed in his number. When he returned your phone, his fingers brushed against yours briefly.

"I've got somewhere to be," Kaiser said, checking the time. "But I'll talk to you later." His smirk deepened, and with a final look, he turned to leave.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Noel arrived, waving from a distance. You smiled and waved back.

"Oh, you're here?" Noel asked, jumping into the passenger seat of your car.

"Yeah," you replied, slipping your phone back into your bag, your mind still on the brief exchange with Kaiser. "Let's go home."

As you started the drive, the silence between you and Noel wasn't uncomfortable—it was more a reflection of how tired you both were. The night was peaceful, the streets of Munich empty as you made your way home.

"You were talking to Kaiser?" Noel asked after a long pause, breaking the silence.

You glanced at him, surprised by the question. "Yeah, I ran into him at the stadium. Why?"

Noel didn't immediately answer, but you could sense his curiosity. "He's a good player. But I didn't think you two would meet like that."

You shrugged. "We just talked for a bit. Nothing big."

Noel didn't press further. Instead, he looked out the window, his thoughts likely preoccupied with the training and his performance on the field.

As you neared your apartment, you couldn't shake the feeling that your encounter with Kaiser wasn't a coincidence. There was something about him that kept drawing you in. Maybe it was his intensity, or the way he seemed so effortlessly confident.

You pulled into the parking area of the sleek apartment complex where Noel lived, the car slowly coming to a stop. He'd been silent for most of the ride, probably too tired from training, but now, as you were about to part ways, he seemed to have a few words left to share.

"We've got a game tomorrow," Noel said as he reached for the door handle, his voice carrying a certain level of seriousness. "You should come watch, after all tomorrow is Sunday. We're playing a strong team, and it'd be good to have you there.”

You glanced at him, curious. "A game tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he continued, grinning a little. "And, you know, you should come and give Kaiser some motivation. Maybe he'll need it." His eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, "I'm sure he could use some cheering up."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. "Haha, very funny," you replied sarcastically. "We're just friends, Noel."

Noel gave a dramatic shrug as he opened the door, but there was a teasing glint in his eyes. "Alright, if that's what you say..." He paused, then added with a smirk, "But I'll still reserve some tickets for you. Just in case you change your mind and decide to come."

You chuckled. "You're impossible," you teased, but the offer still warmed you. "But fine. I'll see about it. Goodnight, Noel."

Noel stepped out of the car, turning back to give you a grateful smile. "Goodnight, (y/n). And thank you for picking me up, really. I know it's late, and you must be tired." He gave you a sincere nod before heading toward the entrance of the building.

"Anytime, couz. Get some rest. You've got a big game ahead," you called after him.

You watched him disappear into the building, your mind still buzzing from the day's events. You were excited for tomorrow's game now, especially after Noel's hint about Kaiser. It seemed like things were definitely starting to shift in unexpected ways.

As you drove home, you couldn't help but feel the pull of the upcoming game—and maybe, just maybe, you'd get a chance to see Kaiser again.

The second you arrived home, you didn't even bother taking off your shoes before you plopped into bed. The exhaustion from the day's work and everything that had happened weighed down on you, and before you knew it, you were under the covers, your eyes slowly closing.

Just as you were about to drift off, your phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling you out of your drowsy state. You reached for it, blinking a few times to focus on the screen. An unknown number flashed across your phone.

You hesitated for a moment, then opened the message. The text read:

"Hey, this is Kaiser."

Your eyebrows furrowed in surprise. What was Kaiser texting you for? You quickly opened the message, eager to see what he wanted.

The next message appeared:

"Do you know about the game tomorrow?"

You blinked, then typed back, "Yeah, Noel told me. He's been talking about it all day."

Kaiser's reply came swiftly:

"The game starts at 1 PM. Don't forget to come and cheer us on. It's going to be intense."

You let out a small laugh, your fingers hovering over the keyboard as you decided to respond. "You should sleep now, it's almost midnight, and you have a game tomorrow."

Kaiser's reply was almost immediate:

"I'll sleep when I'm ready. But you're right, I need to rest. See you tomorrow at the game."

"Goodnight," you typed, a smile tugging at your lips as you sent it.

You dropped your phone onto the nightstand, turning off the light. As you settled back into the pillows, your thoughts drifted to the game tomorrow—and to Kaiser. Something told you tomorrow would be interesting, to say the least.

With that, you finally allowed yourself to drift off to sleep, ready for the day ahead.

You wake up with a sudden jolt, stretching your arms as you try to shake off the remnants of sleep. Your body feels heavy, but the realization hits you like a splash of cold water. You glance at the clock.

12:15?!

Your eyes widen in shock. You've slept way longer than intended, and now the rush is on. The game starts at 1:00 PM, and you have so much to do before heading out.

Scrambling out of bed, you grab a basic tee and a pair of shorts from your wardrobe. As you lay them out, a small doubt creeps in. What's the right outfit for a game like this? You hadn't thought about it before—just assumed anything would do. But now, standing there, it feels strange to show up unprepared.

After a moment's hesitation, you shrug. Whatever. Simple works.

You quickly pull on the clothes, grab your sneakers, and rush out of your apartment with your essentials—phone, wallet, keys. Locking the door behind you, you head to your car and drive toward the venue.

The trip is quick, but by the time you arrive, it's already 12:45. Just enough time for a quick stroll before the game starts. Noel had reserved a seat for you, so finding a spot wasn't a concern. But as you approach the entrance, you notice something that makes you pause.

Everyone around you is decked out in jerseys—some Bastard Munchen ones, others generic team merch—but they're all representing. Looking down at your simple tee, embarrassment creeps in. You feel out of place.

Scanning the nearby stalls, your eyes land on one selling jerseys. Perfect. You make a beeline for it, browsing through the racks until you find a Noa jersey. Excitement bubbles up, but it's short-lived. They don't have your size.

You frown, disappointment threatening to take over. But then you spot another jersey—a Kaiser one. That'll work.

You buy it and head to the bathroom to change, the fabric feeling a little stiff but comforting in its own way. As you glance at your reflection, a small smile tugs at your lips. You may not have planned this, but at least you won't stand out awkwardly in the crowd.

Alright. Let's do this.

You hurry to your seat just as the game begins. The energy in the arena is electric, the crowd roaring with every play. Your heart races as the teams battle it out, trading points in a nail-biting match. By the time it's 2-2, the tension is almost unbearable.

Then, the final set begins. Your eyes are glued to the court, watching as Kaiser moves with precision and determination. During a brief break, his gaze sweeps the crowd—and lands on you. For a moment, your eyes meet. Heat rushes to your cheeks, and you quickly look away.

The game resumes, and with one powerful strike, Kaiser seals the victory for Bastard Munchen. The arena erupts, fans cheering and celebrating wildly. But before joining his team in the celebration, Kaiser glances at you again. This time, a smirk curves his lips, as if silently acknowledging you.

The crowd was chaotic, with players and staff bustling about in the player's area. You were searching for Noel Noa, your cousin, but the sheer volume of people made it nearly impossible to spot him. Frustrated, you pushed forward, determined to find him.

You bumped into someone solid, nearly losing your balance. "Tch, watch it," came an annoyed but familiar voice. You looked up to see Kaiser, his sharp eyes narrowing at first, then softening with recognition.

"Oh, Y/N? What are you doing here?" he asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm looking for Noa," you said.

Kaiser let out an exaggerated sigh, brushing a hand through his hair. "Figures. Fine, I'll help you. Stay close."

He started cutting through the crowd effortlessly, his confident presence parting people as he went. You followed closely, grateful for the help.

"There he is," Kaiser said, nodding ahead. Sure enough, Noel Noa stood tall, deep in conversation. "Go on, talk to him."

You stepped forward, but just as you called out, a journalist swooped in, pulling Noa aside for an interview. He gave you an apologetic look as he was whisked away, leaving you stranded in the middle of the bustling crowd.

Suddenly, the noise felt deafening, the people pressing in too close. Your breathing quickened as panic started to set in.

A hand grabbed your wrist, steady and reassuring. "Hey, I've got you."

It was Kaiser. He pulled you out of the crowd and into a quieter, more open space. The relief was immediate, and you took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

"You good?" he asked, his tone unusually gentle.

Before you could respond, a voice called out. "Hey!"

You turned to see an interviewer with a camera pointed at you, a curious glint in her eyes.

"Hey! Aren't you the star volleyball player invited to join the Japan national team?"

You freeze, your heart skipping a beat. Turning, you see an interviewer, her camera pointed right at you.

"And," she continues, her tone teasing, "are you two a thing?"

Her words hang in the air, and you feel the heat rising in your face. The camera clicks, capturing you and Kaiser standing close, his name clearly visible on your jersey.

Before you can respond, Kaiser steps in, a charming grin on his face. "We're just talking," he says smoothly, his voice carrying an easy confidence. "But I guess the press loves a good story."

The interviewer isn't deterred. "So no romance, then?"

Kaiser laughs, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Nope. Just friends," he says with a playful wink. "Though I'll admit—she has excellent taste in jerseys."

You glance at him, half-annoyed, half-amused, as the interviewer snaps another photo and moves on, satisfied with her scoop.

"Well," you mutter, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, "that was... something."

Kaiser chuckles. "You'll get used to it. But hey, we looked good, didn't we?"

You can't help but laugh, his lightheartedness easing the tension. "I guess so."

"See?" he says with a grin. "You've got a fanbase now."

Shaking your head, you reply, "I just hope they don't start spreading rumors."

"Let them," Kaiser teases. "We'd make a great duo" His tone softens, and he gives you a sincere look. "But seriously, you okay?"

You nod, offering a small smile. "Yeah, I'm good. Thanks for handling that."

"No problem," he says with a wink. "Just another day in the spotlight."

And with that, the tension melts away. Standing beside him, you feel like you can take on whatever comes next.

you realize that being around Kaiser isn't as overwhelming as you thought. His charisma, while undeniable, has a way of putting you at ease.

As then crowd thins out, he gestures toward an exit. "Come on, let me walk you to your car," he offers, his tone casual.

You nod, falling into step beside him. The evening air is crisp, and the noise from the stadium fades into the distance. For a moment, neither of you speaks, the silence oddly comfortable.

"You know," Kaiser begins, breaking the quiet, "you're full of surprises."

You glance at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?"

He shrugs, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Most people I meet are either intimidated or trying too hard to impress. But you? You're just... you. It's refreshing."

You let out a soft laugh. "Well, I could say the same about you. For someone as confident as you seem, you're not as much of a showoff as I expected."

Kaiser raises an eyebrow, feigning offense. "Not a showoff? Did you not see that goal today?"

You roll your eyes, a smile tugging at your lips. "Okay, maybe a little bit of a showoff. But not in a bad way."

He chuckles, and for a moment, his expression softens. "Thanks for coming today. It was... nice having you there."

The sincerity in his voice catches you off guard, and you feel your cheeks warm. "It was fun," you admit. "You guys are incredible to watch."

As you reach your car, Kaiser leans against the door, his hands tucked into his pockets. "So, about that coffee," he says, his smirk returning. "How about we make it dinner next time?"

You blink, surprised by the sudden shift. "Dinner?"

"Yeah," he says casually, as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "You need a proper introduction to Munich. And who better to show you around than me?"

You hesitate for a moment, unsure if he's teasing or serious. But the look in his eyes tells you he means it.

"Alright," you say finally, a small smile playing on your lips. "Dinner it is."

His grin widens, and he steps back, letting you open your car door. "Good. I'll text you the details."

As you drive away, you can't help but replay the day's events in your mind. Somehow, amidst the chaos of your new life in Germany, Kaiser has managed to slip past your defenses. And while you're not sure what that means yet, could you possibly have feelings for him?

[hexed-padlock]

Hi. As requested by a few people, here’s a fic of my AU/Headcanon where Tav killed Strahd but keeps it a secret from the party. I’m planning a few different scenarios of the reveal, but here’s the first (and most serious). Next ones are gonna embody the original premise more. Couldn’t get this scene out of my head though. Also a bit of Astarion x Tav here.

Takes place as you meet Cazador, where he starts mocking Astarion.

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“Do the cattle not know you?”

They were below the Palace, facing Cazador as he readies the ritual for his Ascension. 200 years of torment and this is where it all ends. Here and now.

Astarion tenses, seconds from lunging. This was his tormentor, the bastard who robbed him of his freedom, the monster who destroyed thousands of lives. A vampire hundreds have tried and failed to kill.

The room grows colder as Cazador continues to humiliate, to mock, to belittle.

Astarion’s jaw clenches and-

Tav laughs, loud and mocking. They’ve barely reacted thus far, and the sudden noise catches everyone off guard. Their eyes glint, one natural and the other burning with fiery, infernal magic.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t take you seriously anymore. You truly are pathetic.” Tav taunts, head tilting as a lazy smirk crawls onto their face.

Cazador’s own mocking grin turns down into a sharp frown as he finally turns his attention to Tav. “Just what makes you think you can speak to me that way? You’re nothing more than a lamb led to slaughter. Cattle to be consumed. An animal at best.”

“Are all vampires this delusional?” Tav voices the question to no one in particular. Cazador seethes, and the party tenses.

What was Tav doing? Were they insane?!

Astarion moves to grab Tav as they take a couple steps forward, but misses as they smoothly sidestep away from his grasp.

Tav pulls out a sword hilt from the pouch on their hip, testing it’s weight in their hand absentmindedly. The party never understood the significance of this old sword hilt. Sure, it was beautiful, made of an elegant platinum, but it has long since lost it’s blade. Dammon once offered to forge it a new blade but Tav politely declined.

“I’ve met another vampire before you. He was always prattling on and on about being all powerful, lord of the night… something something.” Tav pauses to shift the sword hilt to their left hand. Slowly, deliberately, Tav locks eyes with Cazador (pointedly ignoring their party). “He’s dead now, of course.”

For a moment, Cazador pauses, before the same mocking grin returns. “A spawn is hardly considered a vampire. Though perhaps to you, worm, you see no difference.” Cazador then begins speaking slowly, as if communicating with a child or an animal. The mocking grin grows. “Allow me to enlighten you-“

“I never said ‘spawn’,” Tav cuts off Cazador. “Maybe your old age is finally getting to you, leech.”

Tav shifts the sword hilt back to their dominant hand, subtly maneuvering the hilt into a proper grip. “Maybe you’ve heard of him. His name eludes me. Forgive me, but it’s been a few years. I think it starts with an S.”

All the while, the party is flabbergasted. Sure, they’ve seen Tav do some questionable things over the past few months such as walk straight into a goblin camp, lick some spider meat, and even taunt Mizora—but this is a new level of insane.

Astarion tries to get their partner to stop, because for the love of everything, shut up. He’s never seen Cazador this mad before. Sure, they’ve survived some pretty dangerous situations before, but taunting a vampire lord is madness. However, each time he tries to move or speak, his voice dies in his throat. He’s terrified, he’s rooted on the spot. He’s afraid of Cazador yes, but he’s even more afraid for Tav. The brilliant, shining light of his life. The one person who showed him kindness, love. He’s afraid of Cazador, but he’s more scared of losing them.

Before Astarion could try to intervene again, he feels Tav send a wave of reassurance through the tadpole. They glance back at him for a moment, narrowed eyes softening, before turning once more to face Cazador.

Tav hums for a couple seconds as they pause to think. “Samael? No. Maybe it was Seraph?” They huff for a bit as they make a show of wracking their mind for the name. “Aha! I remember now.”

They brace for combat and the Sunsword answers its wielders call.

Tav’s smirk turns into a cold sneer. Their eyes glow as the hilt in their hand erupts in a fiery plume, a blade of radiant light now burning in the darkness. “It was Strahd.”

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Idk… if anyone wants to be notified of a new fic in this AU/series you can let me know?

Anyway, next these will all be independent of each other. Each will be an alternate take on the reveal.

I haven’t written anything besides D&D backstories in literal years so please forgive me if this is rather rough. Always open to constructive criticism.

[blue-jisungs]

SUMMER TIGHTS

author's note. thank u @eternalgyuuu for ur help w the banner <33 its one of my faves hehehe

word count. 889

summary. you stumble upon a (weirdly familiar) cute guy and let yourself lose in the music with him

warnings. it’s a party party yeah!!, alcohol consumption 😁😁 they’re both tipsy but not wasted, slightly suggestive +++ lyric play so if the dialogue is weird at times,, sorry…… oh and it was written with sector 17 hoshi in my head btw… + dance major hosh, creative writing major yn

the warm summer breeze sneaked through the open window, the smell of flowers and wet grass mixing with the scent of sweat, pizza and fresh laundry on the balcony. the weather was mildly warm, pleasant.

a deep buzz of some random song’s bass rang in your chest as you absentmindedly followed the rhythm, swaying your body and trying not to spill the drink jeonghan made you. 

the party itself didn’t have an occasion – mingyu just felt like gathering all his favorite people in one place. and since you were his roommate (and one of his friends), you were naturally invited. 

lights in the room were dimmed but some cheap LEDs allowed you to get a look on people’s faces, even if in reds and blues. 

suddenly you felt someone’s presence and you turned your hooded gaze upon them. your eyes landed upon a cute guy with a yellow shirt (with some flowers on…?) and short platinum blonde hair, who sent you a toothy grin. his eyes scanned your figure, noticing the little glitter you put on your collarbones and a cute, black dress. 

“¿cómo estás?” he blurted out suddenly and you couldn’t help but scoff. the man may have been a little silly but positive vibes were radiating from him. besides, he was a pretty good dancer… and quite handsome too. 

“’m good” you smiled lazily. his ebony eyes scanned the way you danced to the beat, his own smile growing. he felt like somehow the way your body moved seemed similar – or maybe it was just his experience messing with his slightly hazy mind. 

for a moment, you didn’t talk. the way your bodies moved to the rhythm spoke volumes, gazes stuck in each other. the man leaned in closer, the smell of his cologne filling your lungs. suddenly, he grabbed your free hand and spun you carefully yet with grace. 

“girl, i like your face… i bet you taste amazing” he mumbled and you didn’t hesitate to stand on your tippy toes and peck him. he smirked, the taste of whiskey sour lingering on his lips. 

eyes never breaking contact with his, you took a sip of your drink and continued to dance. 

the blonde man followed your footsteps, losing himself in the music. the tension was thick, the room felt like it was only you and him. (despite your roommate and jeonghan sending daggers your way, watching you two with arms crossed). a strange feeling suddenly tugged your heart but you blamed it on the alcohol and decided to ignore it. 

“pretty, cute yet feisty…” he hummed and you grabbed him by the collar of his yellow shirt, tugging him closer yet never stopping your moves “electricity sparks when you sway side to side…”

“and who are you? a poet?” you grinned and just when he wanted to lean closer, perhaps to get another taste of your lips, you stepped away gracefully. body brushing against his ever so slightly but enough to make him want to try again.

“hmm, one would say. i’m a dance major… instead of words i use movements” he replied, a glint in his eye sparkling mischievously “you?”

“creative writing” you said and took another sip of your beverage, letting the pleasant feeling spread across your body. the coldness of ice contrasted with the heat of the room.

the music playing pulled you two closer yet again, this time your back was facing him – but not enough to feel him against you. 

out of the blue, that weird feeling returned again so you turned around suddenly, scanning his face. 

“girl you remind me… of a girl i was obsessed with” he groaned when you grabbed his chin. normally, you’d walk away if you heard such a thing but–

“soonyoungie?” you asked, raising your eyebrow. his eyes went wide and you wolfed down your drink, backing away to put the glass aside to a safe place. 

“y/n? that’s why…” he breathed out and gently pulled you by your waist. you didn’t protest, letting the warmth of his palms hold you securely “… you looked so similar… and so did your moves”

soonyoung and you used to date in high school before parting ways in college – he stayed in seoul to pursue his dancing career, you went abroad. no hard feelings involved, just sadness. you spent two years there and moved back to finish your course here, in seoul, because the homesickness was too much of a heavy burden at times. especially to handle at your own. and who could’ve guessed you’d reunite with your high school sweetheart.

“tell me am i your type?” soonyoung asked suddenly and you laughed, resting your forehead on his chest. 

“we literally dated, of course you are” your hummed response sent shivers down his spine as a hopeful smile bloomed on his face. 

leaning away, your hands made their way to his shoulders. killing the beat, not missing a single one, you brushed your lips against his once again this night. your fingers creeped up to tug his platinum-blonde locks, causing him to let out a quiet groan. 

“you taste amazing” soonyoung sighed dreamily, chasing after you when you teasingly tilted your head. letting the music lead your bodies, you danced with your old lover; leaving the question what are we? for tomorrow, another warm summer day.

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𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞

Summary: Don't call her babe, under no circumstances.

Warnings: Language, light bondage, gentle dom, soft choking, fingering, edging, denial, oral

Word Count: 1,949

"Who...in the fuck are you?" The statuesque blonde cocked her head violently around her shoulder. Her heavy silver chain hit her collarbone.

"My name's Mazzy. I'm from the resistance. You need to come with me now Barb." A much shorter woman came before the blonde whisking her hand as she led into a cellar door. Down a spiral metal staircase. "The resistance! I thought they were meeting me at the airport?!" Barb grew skeptical following the brunette. Mazzy's hair was shaved bald on either side of her skull in a short mohawk. Every orifice of her body was either covered in tattoos and piercings.

"Pfft! I thought so too. Supposedly the airport had bomb threats so it wasn't safe to fly you out. We have to take the subway." The stairs ended against a brick wall with a crater blown in the middle. "Duck!" Mazzy's hand laid on Barb's head to push her through the brick. "Watch the hair kid!" She brushed Mazzy's hand away adjusting the wild curls. "Fine, fine. We're in the last free city and you're worrying about your hair? Haha!" Mazzy brushed it off not wanting to start anything quite yet. She looked up to Barb Wire. All of the young freedom fighters did. After she took down the Congressional Council and killed Colonel Victor Pryzer she became a hero. Perhaps after this, the whole world will be free.

"I'm a hit woman with a specific look honey, I need to look the part." Her heeled boots ticked along the subway tiles. The subway system shut down years ago, so the last of the Congressional Council wouldn't find them. "Well, your hit woman days are over babe." Mazzy joked as her hips swayed along to the noise of the only subway growing to a halt.

"What did you call me?" Barb stopped behind Mazzy. She hated that sentiment. To be called 'babe' was her most hated. Barb's demeanour turned from confused to pissed in a matter of seconds. The subway cart finally drew to a complete stop opening the doors. "All I said was you being a mercenary and a bounty hunter was over." Mazzy threw herself down on a seat. Barb followed behind arms crossed over her the breast of her leather jacket. "No. The other part." Barb's leather boot tapped the subway cart floor, as the doors closed, Barb and Mazzy were the only ones in the cart. The lights began to flicker.

"What?... What the hell are you going on about?" Mazzy huffed as she slouched her back lower in her seat, widening her legs so her boots lay flat on the floor.

Barb Wire was feared by everyone, especially men who did not pay their debts. It was most often messy when she'd drag their asses back to pay their debts. Usually kicking and screaming. Her boots scraped along leaning in front of Mazzy. Her hands gripped the seat behind Mazzy as her body moved more towards her. "No one calls me Babe. You're going to have to pay for that Maz." Barb growled flipping her platinum hair behind her shoulder.

"Huh? Don't get your panties in a twist, I didn't mean anything by it. What're you gonna do? Shoot me?" Mazzy chuckled brushing off Barb's stern tone. Barb removed her hands from the backrest of Mazzy's chair as she tore open her leather jacket revealing her leather bodysuit. "Do you see a gun? I have no more ammo, besides, I wouldn't waste my good bullets on you." Barb bent down this time flicking a few strands of Mazzy's hair from her face. "You need to be taught some manners." Her boot planted beside Mazzy's body to have more leverage.

"Really now? You teach me what? To tie a corset? On the subway really?" Mazzy scoffed brushing this whole thing off. Mazzy thought Barb Wire was just playing her bluff. Knowing her reputation Barb was a very sarcastic person. The lights flickered again leaving them both in the dark for a moment. The lights came on only to see Barb untying the front of the corset with the string in hand. "On the contrary. Babe. You need to learn how to treat your leaders with respect." Barb's hands spun around Mazzys' arms tying her arms behind her back with the string. "What the hell-..."

"Shut up. You talk too much for your own good." Barb's hand laid around Mazzy's throat not moving a single finger. "And I'm going to make sure you learn a lesson." The lights in the subway cart went out again leaving them both in the dark again. Mazzy tried to free herself thinking Barb was not aware. Barb's boot scuffed against Mazzy's soot-covered blue wash jeans. Barb's body leaped onto Mazzy's lap. "Where the hell are you going?" The cart, still dark with the only light coming from the tunnel lights. Barb's hand tilted on Mazzy's neck back. As Barb straightened her back, her leather top dropped to the floor. "The fun is just starting baby." Her bouncy hair covered Mazzy's vision. Her buxom glossy red lips smacked together before landing on top of Mazzy's much smaller lips. They broke for air, Mazzy realizing her cracked lips were coated in Barb's lipstick. Maz saw before her the leader of their resistance straddling her tied-up body. Barb grinned smearing the lipstick all over Maz's face. "There. That'll shut you up." Barb lowered her hand to untie the string of her leather thong. The thong dropped to her knees only sporting fishnets. She stood up kicking the leather thong off, while her hand latched on Maz's shoulder tumbling her down on the seat. Barb unbuckled Maz's belt as she whipped it out of the belt holes. "You don't need this right? Guess not." She hummed as her body crawled on top of Mazzy.

"A?...what? This is your interpretation of a lesson? A sexy strip tease?" Maz joked with little to no confidence. The fear pondered in her brain, what happened to the last person who called her babe? Mazzy stirred under the pressure of Barb's weight, while the seam of her denim jeans loosened around her waist. "You don't know how to shut up, do you? In that case, let me make you scream." Barb's hand crept under Mazzy's jeans to the plain cotton underwear under her denim. Barb's fingers swept down Maz's pubic bone when her finger finally found what she was looking for. In truth, Barb did not want to hurt Mazzy, after, they only just met a brief moment ago. Yes, she was pissed for Maz's remark but she didn't want to do major harm. She thought since they were going to be here a while, and she'd be alone on a plane to Canada when they arrived, perhaps she'd make a little fun out of it. A victory she'd call it.

Mazzy was all out of sorts. She felt drunk even though she didn't drink a drop. A daze; perhaps she hit her head on the way down. Her emotions were out of wack as well. Fear, confusion, even lust. She would never admit she was horny as hell. Yes, Barb Wire is an attractive woman. Especially a gorgeous blondes hovering over her the likes of the infamous Barb Wire.

Her index hovered finally in contact with Mazzy's pulsating clit. Maz's body jumped under Barb's with a muffled noise. "Awe aren't you cute, whining like a little puppy? Come on puppy, let me hear you." Barb switched holding herself up to lay her hand across Mazzy's throat. Her digits curled around Maz's skin piercing sharply. Barb's middle finger crept lower to her center diving deeply into Maz's slickly coaxed fold. Mazzy's stifled noises echoed through the subway cart erupting more loud than metal hitting the rails. Maz's moans were jagged under the blonde. Barb's grip around Mazzy's throat tightened. Not in a hurtful sense, in a sense in which Mazzy feels the most pleasure possible. She had no reason to kill or hurt Mazzy. No personal or finacial gain. Just a thrill.

"Oh-..." Maz's head was spinning. Either from the subway moving or Barb's grip. As Barb began to thrust her middle finger her thumb drifted over the brunette's clit. Barb, smiling ear to ear, bent her head locking her lips to Mazzy's. Her grip still slightly loosened. All of Barb's signature red lipstick smeared across Mazzy's lips. Her tongue locked with Mazzy's briefly without any hesitation to continue the long and rather sloppy mess they both were in. Barb's lips let go raising her head. "Fuck...you keep doing that and I might bring you with me." Her finger twitched inside Mazzy as her thumb circled her erect clit like it was a tiny button. Maz felt the instant feeling that was coming. She was. The feeling was like a rollercoaster. Making it up to the top to climax to crash down on her high. The hot bliss of Maz's core palpitated as it tightened around Barb's finger. She slipped her finger out to peer down at Mazzy's trembling body.

"P-please...Barb!" Mazzy cried out. "K-keep going..." She sighed out in the sense her high was wearing thin. "I think you enjoyed that too much." Her grip around Maz's throat disappeared trailing down her top to the hem of jeans. Both of her hands hooked on either side pulling the denim down past her ankles, over her chunky boots. "I definitely did. Though," Barb threw her platinum blonde up off her shoulders. Her body cascaded lower past Mazzy's knees. Cracking them wide open. "I know you'll enjoy this more." Maz panted, basic whines escaped her lips not fully knowing what would happen next. She had a grasp of what was going on, nothing could ever prepare her. Barb's head ducked into Maz's thighs. Maz's arms have already fallen asleep behind her back from all of her weight. Mazzy bucked once she felt the faint glide of Barb's tongue over her most sensitive area. Her nails dug into Maz's soft thighs.

"Oh god...B-Bar-" Her moan cut through the air louder than all of the others combined. "You're such a good girl." Barb hummed fluttering her tongue deeply into Maz's drenched pussy. The noises of moans and wet sloshes howled through the subway cart. Who knew two women alone could conjure such a racket. Barb's tongue flicked Maz's clit with her body tensing up. Mazzy tried to silence her moans but every breath she took in her moans grew more garish. "Who's my good girl? Huh? Is it you?"

"Y-yes!"

"Yes, what?"

"I-I'm you're good girl!" Maz spat out tilting her head back on the seat. It stirred back up inside Mazzy's being. The feeling of the rollercoaster. Climbing up to the top. Come crashing down. "Oh god!" She cried tensing every muscle in her back. Barb's nails punctured further into Maz's skin as Maz's moans vibrated the subway cart. Barb perked her bead up crawling back up to greet Mazzy's stained face.

"Haha! Now wasn't that fun?" Barb brushed away tiny strands of hair that sat on Maz's forehead, planting a small kiss in the same area. Mazzy was lost for words, she nodded not finding her voice quite yet.

The subway lights flicked back on to their orangish yellow hue. Barb loosened the strings off Mazzy's arms, reupholstering the string to her corset and thong. "Huh maybe you should join me on that plane-..." Barb's word was cut short as the cart came to a halt. The doors swing open to be greeted by a whole fire squad of the Congressional Council awaiting for us.

"Well fuck...this will be fun."

[caswensworld]

I know I already casted Roman Banks as one of my ocs but I did some recasting. Now he’s the son of Queen Elsa, who is a single mother and we love that for her!

Prince El, the son of Queen Elsa of Arendelle, is a 17-year-old rebellious teenage boy with a heart of gold. I wanted one AK to stand out dim the others and Elsa’s child seemed perfect.

El's personality is a mix of fun-loving, mischievous, and adventurous. He uses his winter magic to amuse himself others around him, often throwing snowballs and cracking jokes. Despite his lighthearted demeanor, El has a gentle heart and is generous, always willing to help those in need. However, he doesn't like to take things too seriously and prefers to keep things light and fun. El's mischievous use of his powers gets him in and out of a lot of trouble, but the important thing is he gets himself out of it.

Growing up as the son of Queen Elsa, El has always felt like an outsider in the kingdom of Arendelle. He was constantly under the scrutiny of the people and the expectations of the throne. He longs for a life of his own, away from the constraints of royalty and the pressure to one day take the throne. He's tired of being told how to live his life. This desire for independence has led him to the mysterious Isle of the Lost, a place once home to all the villains of folklore.

Despite his rebellious nature, El is passionate and courageous, always standing up for what he believes in. He is fiercely loyal to his family, especially his mother, Queen Elsa. However, their relationship is strained due to their differing views on life and the responsibilities of royalty. Despite his mother ruling with a warm heart, El and Elsa could never quite see eye to eye. El doesn't trust others easily, as he has few friends and prefers to keep to himself.

Standing tall, El has platinum blonde. His brown eyes, always sparkling with a hint of crystal blue, reflect his playful and mischievous nature. El's style is a mix of edgy and trendy, reflecting his rebellious nature. Instead of princely attire, he often wears cardigans, jackets, ripped jeans, and combat boots, everything he wears is coated with snowflakes, giving him a rugged and cool appearance. His unique style has made him stand out among the people of Arendelle, with some admiring him and others viewing him with suspicion.

In summary, Prince El is a kind-hearted, rebellious teenage boy with a unique sense of style and a passion for adventure. He uses his winter magic to bring joy to others while struggling to find his own independence and free himself from the expectations of royalty. Despite his mischievous nature, El is a loyal and courageous prince who is always there for his family.

Fun facts about El and Arendelle

-El is an only child

-Arendelle is cut off from Auradon as is Wonderland. I imagine like the Queen of Hearts, Elsa also fought against Beasts rule

-Elsa and the Beast have a history

-El will grow a strong friendship with Red, who sneaks into Arendelle

-El has four cousins (Anna and Kristoff had 4 kids)

[bloody-vampires606]

Apocalyptic Lovers

Deathbound Fic | Otto x Caine

A/N - This is my first time ever posting a fic to Tumblr. If there’s like any etiquette or anything else I should know before I post any of my other writing here please tell me. Otherwise, enjoy this introduction to my characters!

 !! Trigger Warnings !!

Mentions of Surgery, Blood, Scalpels, Cutting, Scars, and a lot of really weird flirting. Read at your own discretion!!!!

It was late, or maybe it was just early. Such distinctions were an irrelevant issue for the people in the apocalypse. Otto has found a place sitting in bed besides his lover. Otto’s hair was a mess, the platinum streaks of his bangs were spread across his face as his black ponytail began to slip out into a mess of long hair. His dark eyes were hazed with an air of exhaustion from a long day. Otto’s lover, Caine, was reading a tattered book that he had found amidst the chaos. His face looked aged, even more than it already was in the darkness. It was simple, life was simple when the rules of society seemed to fade alongside of the normality of the word. Of course, people kept their sanity, most people still acted how they did before. Just the shackles of the world were broken, not the people inside it. That was a general statement that excluded both Otto and Caine

”Caine, you should stop reading. It’s the only time we get where we don’t have to worry about work.” Otto whined while staring up at Caine. Caine sighed, setting aside the book onto a nightstand before turning himself to face Otto. A bright smile came across the doctors face as Caine looked his direction. More-so, he was looking directly at a scar that covered Caine’s chest. It was raised and still red, it only seemed to grow with time. Otto adored it, and he adored when he could stare at Caine without a care of who saw.

”Lutz, did you just want to stare at me?” Caine asked Otto. Using a nickname most patients gave him, along with Caine. The two lovers were more than just a couple, Otto was Caine’s surgeon. Of course, such a situation didn’t occur from an odd tension but rather an infatuation.

Dr. Otto Ludwig was not just a pharmacist, or a surgeon. But rather he was fond of experimenting, and that included doting on his boyfriend. Caine was also an abnormal figure, in a zombie apocalypse, Caine shouldn’t have been alive. He had been infected, and without such a doctor, he would be dead. It was an obscure coincidence which shouldn’t have end in the way it did with the two. There was one circumstance which led to their interesting dynamic.

They were both crazy. Well, not in a typical sense of mental illness and other disorders of the mind. But in the way that both of them had a weird sense of romance, and also a skewed sense of morality.

”I love staring at you. You’re adorable! Such a precious scar and face, and when I think of it I wish I could open you up right now!” Otto said, his excited smile always managed to charm Caine. Otto’s way of flirting (if you could even call it that) had Caine wrapped around his finger.

”Jesus. I don’t know how I ended up here with somebody like you.” Caine scoffed. He attempted to seem mad, or even disturbed by what Otto had said. But it was all a simple facade that Otto saw right through. Caine could control his voice, but he couldn’t control his face and his tendency to go red. Otto just smiled brighter at Caine’s bright face. Otto adored Caine, especially in moments where his toughness subsided into a softness that most would never see on the former infantry rifleman.

”Well it was all just a weird coincidence. I never thought i’d find such a perfect person. You scar beautifully, god if I had a scalpel I would just,” Otto paused. Caine’s light expression began to sour as Otto fumbled around in his pants pockets. His face lit up as he suddenly produced a sharp blade. “I forgot I had this! Now I can cut you up just how I want too.” Otto said, his voice heavier as he leaned into Caine.

Despite the crazed doctor inching closer with his blade in hand, Caine sat still. He was even beginning to lean closer as the back of the scalpel ran under Caine’s chin. Caine swallowed hard as the back of the scalpel traced further and further down. It ran along the sensitive areas of the large scar. Caine’s breath hitched in his throat as Otto flipped the blade. Drawing a small amount of blood from the wound. His face held a sadistic smile as he looked up at Caine.

“That smile always kills me, Lutz. I wish I could hate the way you smiled, but it’s just too cute.” Caine said, staring down at Otto. He smiled more as he continued on the light trail down to the bottom of the scar covering his sternum. A light trickle of blood began to pool at the blade as Otto pulled it away and set it aside on the nightstand behind Caine. As Caine’s body relaxed, Otto rested his head along the small cut.

”You’re warm.” Otto muttered. His body easing into a full tranquility. Caine, despite the fact that he had been cut open and proceeding laid on, just rested his hand over Otto’s head. Otto hummed, happily laying on Caine. Blood beginning to stain his cheeks as Caine rested his head back on Otto.

”I love you, Lutz” Caine said, smiling as he rubbed circles with his thumb on Otto’s head. Otto just incoherently muttered back. Caine knew it was a loving response. They may have been crazy, or even be completely insane. But love worked differently, so for them. It was just fine.

[bestjcoletracks]

"No Role Modelz"

The third song I will be mentioning on my list of the best J Cole tracks will be “No Role Modelz ''. “No Role Modelz” is one of J Cole's first hit songs coming from the album “2014 Forest Hill Drive”. Even if you aren't a fan of J Cole, there’s a pretty good chance that you've heard this song whether you remember the name or not. “No Role Modelz '' went on to be the longest charting song in spotify history. The track earned itself a platinum certification, due to its impressive billboard charting. However this song's well deserved recognition isn't the reason that it's on this list, No Role Modelz holds a special place on this list.

No Role Modelz is the song that introduced me to J Cole, which led me to like and enjoy his music. As a kid, No Role Modelz would be one of the songs my sister had repeatedly played in the car. This led to me looking more into J Cole and his music, which is why I now enjoy his music. This song throws light on J Cole’s journey to success without having a role model growing up. As a kid, you usually have someone to look up to, whether its a mother, father, or someone to help shape your future. In Cole’s case, he didn't have a role model growing up to help him shape his music career. He implies that even with a lack of guidance and an absence of positive influences, J Cole has still made out to be successful. The message brought to light is that even in a sense of isolation, struggling to find someone to look up to, there's always a way out. Cole also gives out a narrative to respect others' decisions despite the outcome. The chorus of the song is “She don't want to be saved, dont save her” which implies that we shouldn't try to save those who don't want to be saved, even if those decisions do not align with what others perceive as best for them. Lyrics so simple can have such a deep meaning, that's what's really impressive about J Cole, and why this song is on my list.

[3rtechnology]

What Can Be Recycled in E-waste Collection Bins?

Our modern lives are filled with electronics. From smartphones and laptops to televisions and gaming consoles, these devices keep us connected, informed, and entertained. But what happens when they reach the end of their lifespan? Throwing them away isn't the answer. This discarded electronic clutter, known as e-waste, is one of the fastest-growing waste streams on the planet. The good news is that a significant portion of e-waste can be recycled, conserving resources and protecting our environment. But what exactly can go in those e-waste collection bins?

The Riches in Our E-waste

E-waste isn't just unwanted junk. These devices contain a treasure trove of valuable materials. Precious metals like gold, silver, copper, and platinum are all found in electronic components. There are also critical raw materials like cobalt and indium, essential for modern technology but often scarce. Recycling these materials reduces the need for environmentally damaging mining and allows them to be reused in new products. E-waste also contains plastics, glass, and other components that can be recycled into new items.

What Goes in the E-waste Bin?

The material accepted in e-waste collection bins can vary depending on your location and the recycling facility. However, here's a general guideline:

Consumer electronics: This is the bread and butter of the e-waste collection. Smartphones, tablets, laptops, desktops, monitors, printers, scanners, cameras, and camcorders are all prime candidates for recycling.

Entertainment electronics: Televisions, DVD players, Blu-ray players, gaming consoles, and home theater systems can all be recycled.

Household appliances: Microwaves, toasters, kettles, vacuum cleaners, irons, and fans can often be recycled in e-waste bins.

Large appliances: Refrigerators, washing machines, dryers, dishwashers, and freezers usually require special drop-off programs due to their size and hazardous materials. Check with your local municipality or appliance retailer for details.

Small electronics: Wires, cables, batteries (check for specific drop-off locations for these), inkjet cartridges (some manufacturers have take-back programs), and cellphones can all be recycled.

Not Everything Belongs

While many electronics can be recycled, some items require special handling:

Hazardous materials: Lead, mercury, and certain types of batteries can be dangerous if not disposed of properly. These materials are often found in older electronics and require specific drop-off locations.

Light bulbs: Fluorescent bulbs and LED bulbs contain mercury and shouldn't go in regular e-waste bins. Many hardware stores and municipalities have take-back programs for these bulbs.

Smoke detectors: These devices often contain radioactive materials and require specific disposal procedures. Check with your local waste management department for instructions.

Before You Recycle

Here are some tips to ensure your e-waste gets recycled properly:

Data security: Before dropping off any electronic device, be sure to wipe all personal data from it. This includes photos, documents, contacts, and financial information.

Check the condition: Some recycling facilities may not accept certain items if they are badly damaged or broken.

Remove batteries: If your electronics contain removable batteries, take them out and dispose of them separately.

Research your local program: Find out what types of e-waste your local collection facility accepts and any specific requirements they may have.

Ask questions: If you're unsure about something, don't hesitate to ask the e-waste collection staff for clarification.

Recycling Makes a Difference

By properly recycling your e-waste, you're contributing to a more sustainable future. You're helping to conserve resources, reduce pollution, and create a circular economy where materials are reused instead of being wasted. So, next time you have an old electronic device cluttering up your home, don't throw it away. Look for an e-waste collection bin and give it a new lease on life!

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[esgagile]

How does the LEED rating system operate?

As an LEED Certification in UAE, Buildings can gain points for fulfilling requirements in interior environmental quality, water conservation, and energy efficiency. A building's LEED rating increases with the number of points it receives. Green Business Certification Inc. conducts a thorough evaluation procedure for buildings to certify them as LEED-certified. This process consists of three reviews: pre-certification, construction, and post-construction. The building also needs to score specific points and fulfill a set of minimal conditions in each category. The LEED rating system strongly emphasizes renewable energy and energy efficiency. When a building uses energy-efficient devices and systems, such as solar panels, LED lighting, high-efficiency HVAC systems, and data analytics platforms, it might receive points. Using renewable energy sources, such as hydroelectric, wind, or geothermal electricity, can also earn points. When a project achieves over 50% of the possible points and attains the silver certification level, it exceeds the fundamental LEED requirements.

Being an LEED Certification in Dubai, another crucial component of the LEED grading system is water conservation. Buildings that use greywater and rainwater harvesting systems and water-efficient fixtures and appliances like low-flow toilets and showerheads can accrue points. An additional essential component of the LEED certification system is indoor environmental quality. It can gain points when a building offers the best possible natural light, thermal comfort, and indoor air quality. Incorporating environmentally friendly cleaning and pest control techniques and granting access to green areas are other ways they can earn points. Building owners and developers find LEED certification crucial as more businesses strive to satisfy the growing demand for green buildings and lessen their environmental effects.  Getting LEED certified can also help a building become more valuable, marketable, and appealing to high-caliber investors.

In our opinion as LEED Consultancy in Dubai, there are four levels in the LEED certification process, each of which denotes a higher level of environmental responsibility and sustainability. These designations, which stand for increasing performance in green building techniques, are Certified Silver, Gold, and Platinum. Achieving Certified status indicates that a building project has met the LEED certification's baseline requirements, earning at least 40% of the total potential points. This level exhibits a fundamental dedication to sustainability, covering essential techniques in material selection, water saving, and energy efficiency. It acknowledges the project's preliminary efforts to reduce its environmental impact. This level incorporates advanced sustainable practices above and above the core benchmarks, demonstrating a considerable commitment to environmental stewardship.

We are renowned LEED Consultancy in UAE, Projects of this category frequently incorporate improved energy management systems, water efficiency measures, and sustainable building materials, all of which contribute to a lower carbon footprint and better indoor environmental quality. Securing over 60% of the LEED points, a building with gold certification has demonstrated excellence in sustainable design and operation. Among other environmental accomplishments, gold-certified buildings stand out for their creative water and energy conservation approaches and improved indoor air quality. These structures are excellent examples of sustainable architecture, demonstrating how careful planning and execution can significantly reduce their adverse environmental effects.

[sepanbanquet]

Planning a Sustainable Event at a Platinum Banquet Hall

In today’s world, where environmental consciousness is more crucial than ever, event planning is undergoing a green transformation. This shift towards sustainability is reshaping the landscape of luxury events, proving that luxury and eco-friendliness can harmoniously coexist. Sepan Banquet Hall, renowned as a “platinum banquet hall,” is at the forefront of this movement, seamlessly blending lavish celebrations with environmentally responsible practices.

The Pillars of Sustainable Events Sustainability in event planning isn’t just a trend; it’s a comprehensive approach that touches every aspect of an event. At the core of sustainable events are three key pillars: eco-friendly decor, green catering choices, and effective waste management. Sepan Banquet Hall embodies these principles, ensuring that every event, while luxurious, leaves a minimal environmental footprint.

Eco-Friendly Decor Redefining event aesthetics with sustainability in mind, Sepan Banquet Hall champions the use of eco-friendly decor. By opting for reusable, recyclable, and biodegradable materials, the hall transitions from traditional, single-use decorations to more sustainable alternatives without sacrificing elegance. Collaborating with local florists, Sepan can incorporate organic and seasonal flowers, bringing nature’s beauty to your event while supporting local businesses and reducing transportation emissions.

This commitment to green decor doesn’t limit creativity; rather, it opens a world of possibilities. From elegant centerpieces featuring potted plants that guests can take home to biodegradable confetti that adds a festive touch without harming the planet, Sepan ensures that your event’s aesthetic is both stunning and sustainable.

In addition to using sustainable materials, Sepan Banquet Hall encourages innovative uses of technology to enhance decor while minimizing waste. Digital displays and LED lighting can be used to create stunning visual effects, from starry night skies to enchanted gardens, all without the need for physical materials that will be discarded post-event. This approach not only contributes to the sustainability of the event but also offers a dynamic and customizable decor option that can adapt to any theme or ambiance you envision.

Green Catering Choices Catering is another area where Sepan Banquet Hall shines in its commitment to sustainability. The hall’s culinary team prioritizes organic, locally-sourced ingredients, embracing the rich flavors of Mediterranean and Mexican cuisine while minimizing the carbon footprint associated with food transportation. This farm-to-table approach not only enhances the freshness and quality of the dishes but also supports local farmers and producers.

Furthermore, Sepan is mindful of the growing demand for plant-based options, offering a variety of vegetarian and vegan dishes that cater to all dietary preferences. These plant-based choices are not only environmentally friendly but also align with the luxury experience, showcasing the versatility and creativity of Sepan’s culinary team. By integrating these green catering practices, Sepan demonstrates that luxury dining can be both indulgent and responsible.

Sepan’s commitment to green catering extends to the way meals are served. By choosing elegant, reusable dinnerware over disposable options, Sepan reduces waste and adds a touch of sophistication to dining. Furthermore, the banquet hall practices portion control and menu planning to minimize food waste, ensuring that each dish is as conscientious as it is delectable. These practices reflect Sepan’s holistic approach to sustainability, where every aspect of the dining experience is aligned with eco-friendly principles.

Luxury Without Compromise A common misconception is that choosing a platinum banquet hall like Sepan might come with a hefty price tag, especially when aiming for a sustainable event. Sepan, on the other hand, erases this notion by providing customisable packages that cater to a wide range of budgets while maintaining the hall’s high standards. This flexibility ensures that clients can enjoy a high-end, eco-conscious event tailored to their specific needs and financial considerations.

Sepan’s dedication to sustainability extends beyond just the services offered; it’s woven into the very fabric of the venue’s operations. From energy-efficient lighting to water conservation measures, every element of the hall is designed with both luxury and environmental responsibility in mind. This holistic approach to sustainability showcases Sepan’s commitment to providing a premier event experience that’s both lavish and mindful of the planet.

Making Your Event Stand Out Choosing Sepan Banquet Hall for your event is a statement in itself. It means  a commitment to celebrating life’s milestones in a venue that values luxury, personalization, and sustainability in equal measure. Sepan’s unique features, from its breathtaking venues to its customizable event spaces, are designed to leave a lasting impression on guests.

But what truly sets Sepan apart are the personalized touches and the hall’s dedication to making each event distinctive. Whether it’s a custom-designed menu that reflects your theme, innovative decor that tells your story, or the seamless integration of sustainable practices, Sepan ensures that your celebration stands out. This commitment to excellence and individuality makes Sepan not just a venue, but a partner in bringing your vision to life.

Luxury Meets Sustainability We believe that the harmonious blend of luxury and sustainability is the future, and Sepan Banquet Hall is leading the way. As a platinum banquet hall, Sepan redefines what it means to host a gorgeous event, proving that elegance and environmental stewardship can go hand in hand. For those planning their next event, Sepan offers an opportunity to embrace this new era of luxury – one that values the beauty of our planet as much as the beauty of the celebration.

Choose Sepan Banquet Hall, where every event is a testament to the possibility of luxury meeting sustainability.

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If you want to grow cannabis in indoor you need  best led grow lights that can help your plants to grow best way.Many people do not know which are the best led grow light.

so be careful when you buy a led grow light. 

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Advanced Platinum Series P600 Review - Is It Worth Buying?

With the explosion of hydroponics, indoor growing, and the LED grow light industry, it's not surprising that there are a lot of brands on the market at this moment.

It's a bit overwhelming to figure out all these brands springing up and figure out which are the best ones for your specific requirements in the garden. In this way, I've chosen to dive deep and review probably the most well-known LED grow light brand available.

The present review is for Platinum LED, an American LED grow light company focused on the very high quality market. In this article, I will investigate the Advanced Platinum LED P600 and give my review from start to finish.

Advanced Platinum Series P600: Overview

The Advanced Platinum Series P600 is one of the many models delivered by Platinum LED. This organization is notable for the creation of LED grow lights that have the highest levels of photosynthesis-active radiation per watt available.

The Platinum Group integrates the most recent LED technology into all their grow lights. Every individual LED on the P600 gives out a light intensity multiple times that of a standard LED while utilizing undeniably less power than a customary 600W stowed away. With good inclusion and a few magnificent highlights, the P600 is the perfect device for medium-sized, growing projects.

While their costs are surely exceptionally high, they legitimize this by offering a combination of three 3-watt diodes, every one of them 12- or 14-band LEDs. This is the "secret" to Platinum LED, joining an ideal mix of 12 to 14 distinct bands as far as possible from the profundities of UV to the upper IR, among numerous different highlights.

Power Consumption and Output

There are two phases in the growth of a plant, and the makers of the P600 LED grower thought about that and devised the bloom and vegetative settings. A definitive power saver, the Advanced Platinum P600, can supplant traditional 800W HPS, drawing 368W during flowering and 184 watts during vegetation mode.

The best advantage of LED grow lights is the savings you get compared with standard HPS bulbs since they utilize 40% less energy. You also need less cooling because they run cooler while producing more light in the right spectrum for plant growth.

PAR Output

As you definitely know, the intensity of light emission is estimated using PAR values. The higher the PAR, the more light is presumably accessible to plants for assimilation. Furthermore, more retention of light means better growth and strength in plants.

With fresher innovation, LED lights have the highest PAR/LUMEN output per watt compared to any grow light, and not just that, they have 2-3x the intensity of any grow light.

Platinum P600 LED grow lights offer 1140 PAR for each watt of electricity at a level of 24′′ from the canopy. At 18 inches, it provides 1535 PAR for every watt of electricity. These values are the best outcomes gotten by a LED grow light, assuming that we compare it to some other grow light.

Light Spectrum

However, while there are some purported full spectrum LED lights, none can beat this Platinum LED P600 in spectrum capacities. It has true spectrum capabilities that mimic natural sunlight.

Platinum LED P600 can deliver full-spectrum light with the assistance of 200 US-made LEDs of 3 W each. Platinum LED P600 provides surprisingly effective 12-band full spectrum light to your plants.

In the event that you're worried about the scope of the spectrum in Platinum P600, it's running somewhere in the range of 360nm and 760nm. A wide reach covers ultraviolet rays, blue light, red light, green light, and infrared light.

Coverage Area

With exceptional light and yield per watt of power, this grow light also provides the best coverage in the segment.

During vegetation, the most extreme coverage you'll get from 18 to 24 inches away from the canopy is 6 feet by 3.75 feet. During blooming, you'll get the greatest coverage of 5 feet by 2 to 2.5 feet from 18 inches away from the canopy.

At the point when cannabis plants arrive at the bloom stage, they need all the more light to photosynthesize and foster buds. Utilizing the 90-degree centering focal points is not difficult to do and permits you to give light to the entire of your plant, in addition to the upper canopy.

Material and Design

The Advanced Platinum LED P600 is based on top-quality materials that make it a very durable LED compared with its rivals.

In the event that you're worried about the structure element of this astounding grow light, the structure component of the Platinum LED P600 is 36′′ X 8′′ X 3′′ and it weighs around 24 lbs.

The Platinum LED P600 is furnished with US-made Bridgelux and CREE LEDs. It is likewise furnished with a Zener diode, which safeguards the panel from disappointment when any of the LEDs quit working.

Platinum LED P600 panel is outfitted with Advanced Platinum's auto-exchanging 110v/220v LED drivers, which keep input and output adjusted.

Heat Emission

The heat emissions from grow lights have for some time been an issue for the majority of indoor growers. This is an issue on the grounds that an excess of heat in the growing climate of your plants could obstruct legitimate growth and yield.

Be that as it may, with the P600 Drove grow light, it's anything but an issue. Actually, there is no heat emission, as this light has inbuilt fans that assist in controlling the heat. The panel has four enormous, super-calm fans that attract air from the sides and out the top to guarantee the panel stays cool to the touch.

Warranty

The P600 has a lifespan of 50,000 to 100,000 hours, a warranty of 5 years, and a 90-day unconditional promise. That is an awesome deal, and not too many grow light organizations can give this sort of warranty. It simply demonstrates that the organization is sure about the nature of the item that they have made.

Final Words

In the event that your essential concern is growing plentiful plants, you need to get the P600. There's simply no other LED available right now that can match the Platinum P600 for light intensity, flexibility, or bud growth.

The strong Platinum P600 conveys your ideal outcomes. Notwithstanding the output of the spectrum, it makes for ideal circumstances for the lovely growth of your plants.

It's the ideal grow light to purchase for serious indoor plant growers. The 5-year confirmation ensures that you won't ever supplant it. In this way, assuming you really need your cannabis, vegetables, or blossoms to grow to their greatest potential, you need to get the Advanced Platinum P600.

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Complete Analysis of Advanced Platinum Series 450w LED Grow Light

It’s terribly almost like the P300 in several senses, however there are key differences:

It comes with an even bigger coverage

It has additional power (600-watt HPS vs. 400-wat HPS)

It prices additional

It prices additional, that’s true, however in exchange you get an even bigger coverage and additional power. Let’s review what makes this product one in every of the most effective you'll obtain today.

The P450 is constructed all right, that brings it a solid and highly-durable framework. On high of that, it'll look superb in your garden because it incorporates a terribly skilled look.

And don’t worry regarding the noise, as a result of it works swimmingly and quietly. It permits it to provide very little to no sound and to avoid warming. For more detail or Review Read Here.

The Spectral Output:

A grow lightweight is powerful, however if it doesn’t have a whole spectral output, then it'll ne'er build your plants grow as they must.

The P450 comes with a 12 wavelengths system, that is superb as a result of it permits you to urge the foremostout of the Ultraviolet and infrared emission.

It comes with the foremost complete spectrum you'll realize in an exceedingly grow lightweight during this worthrange: From the depths of ultraviolet radiation to the heights of infrared emission.

This mechanism permits it to copy the impact the sun has on plants, which guarantees you the subsequent things: Your flowers and vegetables can grow healthy, robust and grow an out of this world smell and flavor.

Efficiency at Its Best:

Just like the P300, it conjointly comes with 90-degree secondary focusing lenses. This along side the powerful 3W LEDs are the right mix to bring your plants unbelievable and vigorous growth!

And again, the lamps are protected with a 50,000-hour guarantee, that tells you that you simply are getting a wonderful product.

It produces lots of power however it doesn’t consume abundant. you'll replace a 600-watt HPS grow lightweight with the P450 cleanly, all whereas intense solely 250 watts.

And it’s conjointly necessary to notice that it offers the very best PAR per watt rate within the market. Again, this can be a feature you'll realize within the P300, P450 and P600. The key distinction between them is that the coverage and therefore the power (watts).

And finally it’s necessary to means that it’s not like incandescent bulbs that manufacture an excessive amount ofheat, which may harm your plants. This LED grow lightweight can manufacture lots of power while not burning them!

If you're serious regarding conveyance your plants the most effective grow lightweight with an outstandingcoverage, then you would like to travel for this selection, you won’t be discomfited.

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[soupbabe]

Heard you wanted to be spammed with requests-

So uh- Idk if you do platonic headcanons but- maybe platonic Stardust crusaders with a pillar crusader? Doesn't matter what,,, gender the bby pillar person is,,, just,,, sweet pillar babe who's tall af- and totally acts like a doofus at times---

You dont have to do this tho uvu

Stardust Crusaders + Pillarman! Reader HCs

It says Pillar*man* in title, but reader will be gender neutral, I think that's just the species (?) name! Also I like doing platonic requests so I don't mind doing this at all ! <3

Joseph Joestar

He met you around the time he met Santana

You were stuck in the same Pillar as the youngest pillarman, also playing the role of a guard dog before you were turned into stone

The main difference between you and your (uh forced adopted?) brother is that your face broke out in a huge smile and giggles filled the room when he booped your nose and told you to be happy

You were loyal to Kars, but throughout the time in Battle Tendency that decreased due to the realization that he never cared about you and did abandon you without thought

Joseph was there to comfort you through it and you helped in defeating Kars in return

After BT, you were sent to be studied at the Speedwagon Foundation and years later they were able to replicate the red stone of Aja for you

Ultimate Y/N ! Ultimate Y/N !

Sunburn no more

You became a nature deity, similar to Kars

First thing you did when the study was done was prank Joseph into thinking that the Ultimate Lifeform came back

Although it didn't work all too well, your forced down smile and stifled giggles definitely wasn't a sign of Kars, despite the mighty wings you sprouted

You lived with Suzi Q and Joseph for the majority of your new life and you adored being apart of their lives

Also they did make you babysit Holly numerous times even though you had no idea what a human baby looked like until now

Should've learned their lesson when one time you were caught making a rough sketch of what would have been a traditional pillarman tattoo on a 10 year old Holly, claiming that it's needed for her to grow up big and strong like you

Although you weren't a stand user, you had experience fighting ancient supernatural beings stronger than some stand users and you were a deity among men. Joseph didn't wait to take you with him when he found out that Dio was making a return

When Holly got sick and it was clear the crusaders had to go to Egypt, you didn't hesitate to sign up. It was a rare time that you were serious and your loyalty to your aged best friend shined through. You loved his family and you saw Holly grow up, of course you'd be there for him

Throughout SDC, you mostly just laughed at him (mostly during the fight with Mariah) and cracked jokes with him to ease tense situations

Also that bit at the end of the show where he pretended that Dio possessed his body?? He got that from you and you both laughed while Jotaro gave you both a glare

Iggy

Oh my god you barked back.

Y'all gossip with each other in dog, you're a nature deity, of course you can understand him perfectly

Added bonus of your powers is that he naturally relaxes with you

Sleepy gremlin

Jotaro Kujo

It took him a while to warm up to you

You were raised by Kars and Esidisi, dealing people who come off as cold and have occasional outbursts of anger come natural to you

He first doesn't think of you as anything when he first saw you

It wasn't until you sized him up, easily towering over the 6'5" teen, his eyes widened in astonishment a little

He has no problems with you, you're respectful to his mother and you respect his privacy for the most part

You're real bonding moment was when you made a lame, but fairfly obscure, fish pun when beating up the stand user of Dark Blue Moon

You both talked about marine life, he was genuinely interested in your experiences with ancient marine species and types of life before evolution made them what they were today

Although he doesn't like the happy go lucky types of people (they remind him of his annoying fangirls) you'll be the exception

A moment you both really became friends was in the Steely Dan fight

You shot your hand up in excitement, offering to aid in beating the hell out of the cocky bastard that mistreated Jotaro and Joseph

It was a good moment for you both to have light hearted banter and you ended the fight with a smile and a high five

Although persuading Joot to do the high five went more like: "Jotaro please" "No." "Pleassseeeeeee" "*sigh* Leave me alone after this."

I thank that you can't see stands. I can only imagine the endless lighthearted fights you and Star Platinum would have, you both giving each other proud smiles of how strong your friend has become

Noriaki Kakyoin

You gave a welcoming and cheerful aura when he woke up at the Kujo household

Out of all Crusaders, I do like to think that you would think of Kakyoin as more of a little brother

Probably because you miss Santana a bit tbh, red hair and a more reserved personality?? Easy for that to happen

Although you do make sure to keep that distinction between the two separate beings, gotta be healthy bby

You were one to always encourage him to get more out of his shell and be the friend he deserved

He would encourage you to speak about Pillarman society/culture when you both roomed together

One time you pranked him by giving him a handful cherries and giving him a tiny jumpscare when the cherries actually did turn back into your hand

Sometimes you both make fun of Polnareff together </3

Jean-Pierre Polnareff

,,,,big tall gentle giant? Oh my god he would've melted for you at first

He flirted with you first thing after the fight with Avdol, only to be immediately shut down with your laughter

It's not the first time someone hit on you, but his attempt was so cheesy and bad that it was funny

Don't worry he didn't keep on flirting with you though, it was clear that you weren't interested

That and you told him that you were over 1000 years old

You both were outgoing so it wasn't a big surprise that you two got along so well

He actually enjoys your tales of past fights and how it was like not being able to be in the sun for the longest time

That and he asked for hair care tips, your hair is very beautiful to him and to keep it as such even when you were turned to stone? Impressive

You both are dumbasses together, but you're the one to save his ass all the time

Especially during the first fight with Hol Horse, guns can't kill you and even then your skin can create a harsh shell to soften the blow

You just laughed it off, said that it tickled, and encouraged Polnareff to chase after the (now) frightened cowboy

You and Polnareff also have a lot in common too and you both are able to be for each other when it comes to Polnareff's grief over his sister and you technically being the only pillarman alive

Omg Y/N I can't believe you have yourself an emotional support himbo I'm jealous

You're also a wingman/wingwoman for him, years and years of experience (and using Joseph in his younger years as a "what not to do" reference) led you to being the perfect helper in getting whoever Polnareff wants

Muhammad Avdol

He's read about the Pillarmen, but he never thought that they were actually real

So when he met you he was flabbergasted

You and Avdol's friendship is like him unintentionally parenting a 7 foot 5 year old on one of those kid leashes

He knows that almost nothing can cause you great harm, but he still worries

Because of that his favorite form of hanging out with you involves chatting over tea or showing you foods you might not be aware of

In all honesty, it's greatly appreciated since your diet switched from vampires and humans to absorbing like 2-3 raw cows every other week. Your "palate" is not as expansive as you may think

While in India, you were able to buy some Henna and Avdol was very open to you giving him a mock Pillar tattoo

He wore it with pride and was very greatful

Sometimes when he gets homesick you make your arm into a chicken, and although it isn't the real thing, he appreciates it

You also show him ancient Pillar rituals too and it's his favorite thing to listen to

In return, you bother him to show you how to read tarot and tell him about (in your words) "occult business~"

You balance each other out and Avdol cherishes you greatly

When the mission to Egypt was over, he did name a chicken after you btw

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What Can Be Recycled in E-waste Collection Bins?

Our modern lives are filled with electronics. From smartphones and laptops to televisions and gaming consoles, these devices keep us connected, informed, and entertained. But what happens when they reach the end of their lifespan? Throwing them away isn't the answer. This discarded electronic clutter, known as e-waste, is one of the fastest-growing waste streams on the planet. The good news is that a significant portion of e-waste can be recycled, conserving resources and protecting our environment. But what exactly can go in those e-waste collection bins?

The Riches in Our E-waste

E-waste isn't just unwanted junk. These devices contain a treasure trove of valuable materials. Precious metals like gold, silver, copper, and platinum are all found in electronic components. There are also critical raw materials like cobalt and indium, essential for modern technology but often scarce. Recycling these materials reduces the need for environmentally damaging mining and allows them to be reused in new products. E-waste also contains plastics, glass, and other components that can be recycled into new items.

What Goes in the E-waste Bin?

The material accepted in e-waste collection bins can vary depending on your location and the recycling facility. However, here's a general guideline:

Consumer electronics: This is the bread and butter of the e-waste collection. Smartphones, tablets, laptops, desktops, monitors, printers, scanners, cameras, and camcorders are all prime candidates for recycling.

Entertainment electronics: Televisions, DVD players, Blu-ray players, gaming consoles, and home theater systems can all be recycled.

Household appliances: Microwaves, toasters, kettles, vacuum cleaners, irons, and fans can often be recycled in e-waste bins.

Large appliances: Refrigerators, washing machines, dryers, dishwashers, and freezers usually require special drop-off programs due to their size and hazardous materials. Check with your local municipality or appliance retailer for details.

Small electronics: Wires, cables, batteries (check for specific drop-off locations for these), inkjet cartridges (some manufacturers have take-back programs), and cellphones can all be recycled.

Not Everything Belongs

While many electronics can be recycled, some items require special handling:

Hazardous materials: Lead, mercury, and certain types of batteries can be dangerous if not disposed of properly. These materials are often found in older electronics and require specific drop-off locations.

Light bulbs: Fluorescent bulbs and LED bulbs contain mercury and shouldn't go in regular e-waste bins. Many hardware stores and municipalities have take-back programs for these bulbs.

Smoke detectors: These devices often contain radioactive materials and require specific disposal procedures. Check with your local waste management department for instructions.

Before You Recycle

Here are some tips to ensure your e-waste gets recycled properly:

Data security: Before dropping off any electronic device, be sure to wipe all personal data from it. This includes photos, documents, contacts, and financial information.

Check the condition: Some recycling facilities may not accept certain items if they are badly damaged or broken.

Remove batteries: If your electronics contain removable batteries, take them out and dispose of them separately.

Research your local program: Find out what types of e-waste your local collection facility accepts and any specific requirements they may have.

Ask questions: If you're unsure about something, don't hesitate to ask the e-waste collection staff for clarification.

Recycling Makes a Difference

By properly recycling your e-waste, you're contributing to a more sustainable future. You're helping to conserve resources, reduce pollution, and create a circular economy where materials are reused instead of being wasted. So, next time you have an old electronic device cluttering up your home, don't throw it away. Look for an e-waste collection bin and give it a new lease on life!

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