#succulent squad

[rarestereocats]

finished moving what we needed and wanted from the apartment. not even sad to leave that fucking place cuz it was so awful. the house has been nice, but there’s still so much unpacking to do. wanted to start an outdoor garden, but have to wait until next year cuz it’s so late in the season. 

my neighbor down the street has her whole front yard made into a garden and i’d love to have something like that, but i don’t think our landlord would be okay with it. she doesn’t mind the garden idea though. but a full garden yard would be pushing my luck, i think.

[narutocharacterpolls]

SEMIFINALS

GAARA vs SENJU TSUNADE

Reasons for submission under the cut

Gaara

he overcame his incredible loneliness and childhood trauma with a lot of grace

he acknowledged the people he may have hurt (rock Lee) and did everything in his power to build up from there

he was always very caring (like when he brought the girl he accidentally hurt an apology gift when he was a child)

he was someone who understood Sasuke and shed tears for him

he motivated an entire army of shinobi that were fighting amongst each other, and he did it purely with love for Naruto, showing how powerful his kindness is

serial killer turned babushka. Quite possibly the sweetest and funniest character transformation [submitter]'s ever seen

he enjoys succulent and cactus gardening, based as always

his gardening outfit is the cutest shit ever seen

he has cat eyes which are very cute

nothing but respect for my goth teenaged president 🫡

he's so polite,,

his character development is amazing, he went from being a crazy murderer, to gaining the trust of his whole village and becoming the Kazekage

despite how drastic his character development was, it still feels understandable due to how badly he was treated as a child, and how deep down he always wanted to love but was simply punished for it

eeeing him recover from his trauma thanks to Naruto is really heartwarming

one of the best redeemed villain characters ever imo

very cool character design

storyline that made [submitter] cry like a baby three different times

he's so full of love

has a cool transformation

enjoyable demeanor once he got the help he needs

nice to see a quiet but social introvert succeed in life, overcome his trauma, and learn his self worth

he was an edgy 12 year old who talked like shadow from shadow the hedgehog (2005) how can u not like that

he's funny

he's pretty cool when he's older, a good leader

his arc is [submitters] favorite in the series

lovely to see how far he came and how hard he worked to overcome his demons

Tsunade

milf….

was the best hokage

the regulation she created to include medics on every team saved so many lives

she's funny and a complex and interesting character

is a bad bitch

probably THE most competently written female character in the entire series

she has a very rich history that plays into her character's actions and motivations

wanting to be the best medic-nin possible in order to save more lives because she lost her love Dan, and also change the way ninja squads operated to always have a medic to save more lives did so much for the better during the war to reduce casualties

after being broken down by so many people she cares about dying, she dips and leaves behind ninja society, which has taken everything from her (including wiping out her clan)

because Tsunade is also one of the most legendary/strongest ninja alive, no one could really stop her or chain her down. It takes the conviction of a child who wants her to save the village and heal his friends to get her back to Konoha, despite the all the trauma she's endured

she's a medic with a fear of blood that overcomes that to fight her own teammate and beat his ass so Orochimaru stops killing and maiming people

she steps up to be a leader because it's what the new generation need and someone has to fix all the stuff broken by her selfish teammates and old teacher

the strongest female character both in physical strength and the strength of her writing. It's like she was written first as a character versus most of the other female characters being written first as Girl and Love Interest

Tsunade is vain and a chronic gambler and drunk, she is really brash and abrasive, she is traumatized. But she's also deeply caring, an incredibly accomplished woman, one of the smartest people/medics in the world, and a great leader

she's multi-layered. She is a woman, but her entire character isn't just Woman

finally finished the job on Jiraiya on previous poll

strong arms

she is strong and smart and quick as a whip but still soft and caring when it comes to her loved ones. Characters with rough exteriors who are mushy inside are very good

[striderl]

What would Rescue team 08 like for gifts if they got any would they take a gift?

Also I hope that you have a wonderful day/night.^^

It’s hard to satisfy the entire team at once, as every squad member has their own unique tastes and preferences.

Sawmus is passionate about heavy metal and hard rock music. Iconic bands like X Japan and Metallica are his favorites, and he would treasure having vintage albums from these bands.

Axel spends his leisure time taking care of succulents. He has a collection of them in his little greenhouse in his shared living quarters with other members of Rescue Squad 08.

Fannel and Fannar share a mutual fascination with marimo, in other words — moss balls. They keep a tank of these aquatic cuties in their living quarters. And Fannar, the more hands-on of the two, usually takes on the responsibility of the routine cleaning and caring.

Veisky appreciation for classical electronic music, and Daft Punk is his favorite band. He can be chill when he’s on his own. But when others are present? Not so much.

[sailorspica]

what do you think is Kenny's fatal character flaw?

to me it always seems reductive to attribute his failings to violence on itself and not something more rooted, to me what debilitates him more than anything is cowardice. But again, what do you think?

we're on the exact same page about violence for this universe because the whole damn point of the uprising arc and kenny's entire appearance in it, imo, is a prelude to paradis' re-entry into international conflict. measuring any of these characters based on quantitative on-page violence is so goddamn naive, but that's a tangent for my defense of gabi braun

kenny himself identifies too closely with violence as "the only tool he had," and it's silly to take his snk 69 narration as reliable/his sense of self as clear. cowardice is a great word and i think the ultimate truth of it all, but another excuse he might make is he focused too hard on uri, and later his "grand dream." another lie he tells himself could be: he's a u-haul lesbian. he fell so hard and so fast that it didn't even occur to him he was failing kuchel. kuchel and levi are like succulents or sourdough starter he forgot about

because really! if he's employed as uri's pretty much 24/7 bodyguard (the irishman dir martin scorsese), then yeah, he doesn't have time to be "some kid's dad." but childcare? you're basically aristocracy again, how you sit on the council, surely there's governesses looking after noble children. or if you want to reinstate the ackermans as a warrior house bound to the crown, levi could have grown up like, frieda reiss' gay older cousin. there were options

besides stifling his own guilt about levi (or guilt toward kuchel), i think he actually... does care about his squad, but realizes it too late, when the caves are fucking falling in! his "everyone's drunk on something" monologue shows traute and the rest of his squad on the panel for "dreams." in the tavern, he tells levi he'll kill anyone to get to his goals, but i think he was, again, too focused on the founding titan to consider this massive squad of what, 30 people? probably because they're supposed to be elite, seasoned MPs, they know what they're getting into, etc. but in this respect, he's kind of like eruri as one: trying to do the erwin thing of "calculated risks" and convincing people to die for his cause with sheer charisma and rhetoric, only to realize just before death he's too soft for that shit. (but i don't think he'd go on levi-style family condolences tour for his squad because he is a coward.) i've compared him to erwin before: he has no real idea of what he would do with the founder if he had it. he just wanted the view from up there, like erwin had no dreams for a future past the basement

i'm not entirely comfortable making this metaphor but his death speech sets it up: kenny is drunk on something more elusive than power. it could be uri, for whom his euphemism is "a grand dream" (jesus christ). i don't think what matters as much as just how plain destructive habit or addiction is, and how disinterested (or afraid) he is to consider another way of living, like rod's "fuck off now" line about finding something else to do. his pattern has been: kill as many MPs as possible for a grudge he doesn't actually care about (where is his sister? dunno); then stay glued to this dying man's side (where is his nephew? who cares); then pursue the founder (he could kill his nephew and several teenagers in the process? who cares). his yapping at levi about hobbies is way more revealing to Me about his character, while the drunkenness monologue is more of a series thesis statement

[rhodes-island-logistics]

(psst. hey, you're from the logistics branch with the weird looking desk plant, right? how do I get back on the illicit snack trade?)

Dylan(@ri-badguypilot)

First off , you don’t get to talk about Chris like that he’s been with my squad as long as anyone can remember and is a valued and respected member of the team in spite of the fact that he’s a unusually shaped succulent.

As for the snack trade, if your looking to buy knock three times on the door in deck 10 labeled 7004

If you’re looking to sell stop by my desk around lunchtime tomorrow and look for yellow.

[measlyfurball13]

Omnes Affectus Valetis

Summary: four Marines reflect on the paths they've chosen.

2445 words.

I.

There is a part of this Marine that understands what he is doing is wrong. 

A vague twinge, sometimes, beneath his chestplate. Times where the blood seeps into his boots. Something in a symbol glints the wrong way, and the fraction of his mind that it still evolved from an animal thinks to tremble before it. 

But that is before his friends grab his shoulderplates and pull him back to the dropship, jostling him against his brothers where they slam their helmets together. The impact, skull-to-skull, jolts his mind clear of any such worries. 

And when they return to the ship, there is revelry. The clinking of glasses, the throwing of food- when he takes his helmet off, someone shoves something into his mouth, juicy and savory and succulent. And he laughs, some of the juice spilling out of his mouth and onto his armor, but that’s alright. 

He walks further into the grand interior hall. Some of his fellow brothers from the mission have already doffed the parts of their armor that are easy to pry off, and if anyone needs help dozens of hands are willing to oblige. There’s musicians playing on a makeshift stage against the far wall- one of his brother’s ideas, constructed from spare materials from the previous campaign -and as they see the returning squad, the musicians stand with a cheer.

Played on hand-stringed bows and hand-carved horns, and on the one organ that’s still sort of working, thanks to some luck and a prayer, the music swells to a fast-paced swing. Couples push themselves from the table and begin to dance, the women far too small for his brothers’ arms yet they try anyway. One slips, finds her leg beneath the boot of her partner, and her shin shatters. She laughs. She’s alright, already swept off her feet by a brother, off to the medical wing. 

The Marine is tired from the mission and he sits down at the table. Someone hands him a mug and he drinks it. Sweet, metallic, with a lingering finish.

“How are you faring?” A voice asks to his left.

He turns to find an elder brother from another squadron and he replies. “Quite alright!” 

“Thirsty, I wager! Drink up, drink up, be glad that you’re alive.” The elder pushes the mug towards his chin with a smile. “But do know that you can tell us anything should you need.” 

“I appreciate it,” He takes another swig from his mug and grasps the elder’s shoulder, giving a little shake, “but with your concern, all is well.” 

“Good, good! Now go enjoy. There’s women, you know.” 

“I know, I’ve seen them.”

“Then go say hello!”

A brother walks by with his wife on his arm. She’s been broken many times, but the red lines of the repair work make her complexion even more fetching in the dim light. She’s laughing, probably at something her husband has said, as he leads her off the dance floor and disappears into the hallways beyond. 

“I think I’ll just enjoy the view for tonight.” The Marine replies to the elder. “It’s good to be home.” 

“Never forget what we fight for.” The elder concurs. He then stands and leers over to another plate laid just out of reach on the table and adds more to his plate.

The Marine finishes his mug before standing; he weaves between dancers and revelers to the edge of the ballroom, where some of his more quiet brothers are standing. They give him a nod, as they too understand. A brother breaks down crying at the center of the dance floor, his mind so overwhelmed with emotion that he must let it out. Immediately he is swarmed by comforting hands, and through the effort of the crowd he is passed off to the quieter end of the hall where he may recover. 

The Marine takes one last look upon the scene before departing the room. He is tired. The armorer is first, who makes quick work of the plating attached to him. An old injury of his acts up as the plating is removed, spilling from his side; the armorer deftly presses it back in and staples it together. 

“It’s a gift that keeps on giving.” The armorer says. “Rather. . . interdepartmental.” 

“A blessing from another chapter.” The Marine replies halfheartedly.

“Indeed.” 

And the armor is off; he is free to enter his quarters. He dims the lights, straightens his favorite bookshelf, and approaches the bathroom mirror. 

There’s something on his face he doesn't remember being there before. Red, throbbing, angry. He pokes and prods at it before his mental clarity zaps into his mind. This is the mark of those who saved him, the circled star, pointing in every direction that he may go if he so chooses. 

He falls against his bed in prayer, thanking the gods who took him from the Imperium and showed him what it was like to feel again. It was worth every price. 

II.

A lifetime ago, this Marine would be late for the ceremony. 

And as he rushes into the prayer hall, that same acute sense of shame radiates from him, spilling into the air like a thick smog, he’s sure of it. He knows there’s no punishment, but it was never the punishment that bothered him; only the perception of failure glinting in the eyes of every commander he looked up to.

But when it is his turn to kneel down in front of the statue of his god, he finds no eyes at all. Only a mouth, curved into a soft smile. A sweet air spills from its lips, cradling his face. He breathes it in. The sharp edges in his mind begin to dull. 

The part of him that still remembers looks over his shoulder. He’s the last to the altar, and his brothers are waiting on him to finish. But before he can stand, a brilliant shimmer erupts from the statue’s skin. 

Rest, it tells him. There is always time. 

He presses his face against the statue. It’s soft and cold, soothing the heat of shame from his face. 

“Sometimes I worry.” He whispers into the statue’s skin. “That I do not deserve this.” 

My gift is for everyone, the statue whispers back, no matter how long it takes to spread. 

“Thank you.”

Something gives way beneath the flesh, and baptism rains down onto his head, running into his eyes and mouth. When he rises again and turns to find his seat amongst the congregation, his brothers begin to cheer. He smiles at them. When he sits, the others put their hands on him. One starts to get a little ahead of himself and licks his fingers when he pulls away. No one chastises this one, only gives him a small chuckle for his impatience. 

And as the ceremony begins, the Marine’s world loses its edges. The sword of fear implanted in his mind by his creator lowers, and as he swells the sword fades into a pinprick. 

—

When the Marine wakes, he is back in his quarters. The calm fades. Small worries trickle in. Has he missed anything? A drill? An alarm, perhaps? 

He looks down only to find that his garments do not fit him anymore. 

Immediately he panics- he is going to fail inspection, he must be some sort of defect, a mutant, an impurity to be purged. There is no room for a brother not in tip-top shape; it is either to the medical wing to get fixed or else his geneseed must be extracted before it wastes a second longer intermixed with his pathetic DNA. . .

But then he remembers where he is. He sags forward as the adrenaline leaves him.

He looks down at his body. 

It’s. . . just a body, he realizes. And a body is a gift, one without obligation, if his growing sense of calm is to be believed. How it looks isn’t important. A low buzz fills him at the realization and a smile lightens his face. 

The Marine walks to the door of his quarters. It takes him longer than he is used to. His limbs are different, softer, bulkier. It’s as if he’s learning to walk again, in some distant memory of childhood. 

When he opens his door, outside is one of his brothers. 

“It is good to see you. How do you feel?” The brother asks. 

“I’m slower.” The Marine replies.

“That’s alright. That’s not important. How are you feeling?”

“I feel. . .” the Marine closes his eyes, “comfortable.” 

His brother wraps his arms around him. It’s a bit of a stretch, now, but that’s alright. The Marine hugs back. It’s only when their chestplates bump together that he realizes he’s still wearing his armor. 

Funny, the weight is gone. The aches of implant interfaces is no more. The armor feels like it is a second skin, not just something grafted onto him. Something distant in the back of his mind wonders if it was always supposed to feel this way, if something about him was simply broken from the start, but the more rational part of him prevails. 

This body was a gift. He will treasure it with everything he can. 

And his brother leads him to the sparring rooms, where those around him demonstrate how to make the best of his new form and share their own experiences to make him feel better. He trains as long as he needs, and when he feels ready, he is redeployed. 

There is a part of him that is still impatient, of course. He is still himself. But now he simply channels that impatience into an eagerness to spread the wonderful gift that his god has given unto the world, with no expectation of repayment.

III.

This Marine sits at his desk. He holds the letter in gloved hands- even on the verge of something so great, he would not dare stain it with his bare fingers. 

He grabs the letter opener, closes his eyes, and pictures the blade unsealing the letter’s seam with a precision no mortal hands could match. When he opens his eyes again, it is done, only a small wisp of blue energy trailing from the edge of the blade in response. 

Carefully, he pulls out the letter’s contents. 

It is a standard Imperial document, an I-800678, used across a hundred worlds. Every Departmento Processium office has millions of them, shoved on and behind every shelf, between cracks in the floor or used to stuff mattresses of the poor adepts who worked there. Unnumbered. Unsorted. 

It has taken this Marine one thousand, six hundred years and forty-four days to find this exact letter. 

He unfolds the paper. 

The name printed at the top is Beril Tantia Rebiko. 

He mouths the consonants and vowels, a preparation before he allows the name to pass from his lips. 

Beril Tantia Rebiko was born on 7/123/692/M39. She was born in the capital segment of the Hive World Moltova, and as of the issuing of this document, she worked in a factory that manufactured boots from corpse leather. 

The Marine closes his eyes and searches his mind until he can recall the scent; the stench of death as the door opened. A voice, telling him to look to the floor until she told him it was alright to look at her.

This form, the I-800678, was issued on 7/122/726/M39. 

Beril Tantia Rebiko was a single day shy of 33 years old.

Thirty-three. 

His own memory of being 33 is just as distant as the memory of her. Looking back to then is little different than looking back to when he was a child. So young. So blind. So foolish. 

. . . there was so much she would never have known, her life defined by the little box she worked to call home for the two of them. 

On the date this form was issued, she would never return home. On the date this form was issued, she would have seen the sky for the very first time, as she was marched to the spaceport. On the date this form was issued, she would be thrown upon that black ship to be consumed. 

Beril Tantia Rebiko. 

For every single year of his life until this day, he has only ever known her as “mother”. 

Something now flows within the Marine’s veins. Relief? Ecstasy? Sadness? All three roil about within him, and rather than trying to define it, he allows it to course freely. 

Carefully, he re-folds the paper and slides it back into the letter. He then encases the letter in a woven bundle of energy, before offering it to the gaping maw of the archives ahead of him. 

An unseen force grabs the bundle and pulls before slamming shut. The Marine closes his eyes and awaits judgment. 

The response that trickles into his mind is at first confusion, followed by intense pleasure. 

“Is the knowledge of her existence so rare?” He laughs. Then his smile fades. 

He is grateful that his god is pleased with the result of a journey he has been mocked for for a thousand years. But even without his god’s approval, satisfaction soars within him. 

Emboldened, he asks, “Is she still there? In the Warp?” 

Laughter trickles into his ears, and a thousand voices reply, “the only part of her that remains is within you.” 

“Good.” He whispers back. “May she never be the same.”

IV.

This Marine is free!

The sound of metal clanging on metal no longer makes him jolt!

The taste of blood and flesh no longer makes him gag!

If his purpose is to be a weapon, then why was he ever made to struggle with such things? It’s only a distant memory now, the time when he was so painfully weak. When he was wracked awake by night terrors and sung to sleep by fear. Where his superiors insisted that he rid himself of the same weakness that they themselves only hid!

Instead of pushing it down or having to overcome it or having to reason and question and twist himself into knots, it is now gone! 

The Marine cheers as he cleaves through the armor of his foe. Bones wrench from joints. Blood pours from the wound. All is a symphony.

There is nothing more to worry about. There is nothing more to fear. 

He can finally enjoy what he was so carefully crafted to do. 

And that’s better than anything the corpse-emperor ever did for him. 

So proudly, with the next swing of his chain-axe, he proclaims this harvest for his god- the only one who ever cared enough to fix him.  

[nikyri-art]

Portraits for our RP FC ‘Succulent Squad’~ Taliesin belongs to @draculas-husband Tyreq and Seth are mine~

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Twelve)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: Thank you to those who have liked the story so far, I appreciate you all so much. 

Nine Inch Nails - Home

Everything

Is catching up with me

I awake

To find I'm not at all where I

Should be

And it feels

I'm getting to the end

And it's hard

To figure out what's real, and what's

Pretend

To break from what we're tied to

God knows how much I've tried to

And I am still inside you

And I am still inside you

I escape

Every now and then

And to think

I find myself back here again

And again

I used to know who I was

Until you came along

I return

To the only place I've ever felt

That I belong

To break from what we're tied to

God knows how much I've tried to

And I am still inside you

And I am still inside you

He was fucking miserable. Being overseas was never really a chore for him, if anything, he loved it more than being stuck on base running drills. He loved the thrill of being in combat, loved flexing his skills, loved the way his blood pumped faster though his system. Made him feel alive which wasn't a feeling he was used to. But now Charlotte existed in his life and he'd felt alive since the moment he laid eyes on her. Now it was different. Now deployment didn't just mean action and combat, it meant being away from her. 

The hardest part was the lack of contact. She'd sent him some letters and he'd sent some back, but waiting for a fucking reply took forever and they were seldom allowed to use phones. He'd had one phone call with her and it had been painful to hear her sniffle down the phone as she told him she missed him. He'd wanted to take her mind off it and also needed a distraction himself from the heavy shit he was faced with on deployment, so he'd asked her to read to him. She'd picked her Grimm's fairy tales, Little Red Riding Hood to be specific. It wasn't his phone, they weren't allowed mobiles here and so he couldn't speak to her for as long as he wanted. Now the letters were all he had to look forward to. 

He had to admit it felt good though, this was his first deployment where he actually had mail. He didn't have to watch on the sidelines anymore as all his squad mates got letters and packages and he got fuck all. Those letters meant the world to him and each one was stored under his mattress. He was sure she was spraying them with her perfume because each time he opened the fucking envelopes he got smacked in the face with her scent and it hurt and comforted him all at the same time. 

Fuck, he missed her. He missed her to the point of it being pathetic. He couldn't wait to get back to her, to just lay with her and breathe her in. It wasn't just the sex he was missing and the absence only made that clearer for him. It was just her. Her smile, her laugh, her sly cheeky comments when she had a bout of confidence, her blush when she was feeling shy, how she devoured her bacon butties like she'd never eat again, the way her face lit up every time she saw him, how she felt all warm and soft in his arms. He missed all of it. 

He was lay miserably on his cot as the squad had some down time. While the others seemed to appreciate it, he didn't so much. It just meant more time to think, to dwell on the gut wrenching yearning he felt for his girl back home. His CO came through the barracks, calling names and chucking out letters. Simon sat up eagerly, hoping he'd get something as he watched others be handed their post. 

“Riley!” The man called out, tossing the letter to him and Simon caught it easily. He ripped the envelope open, once more engulfed in her scent as he pulled the letter out. 

Simon,

I hope you're doing okay over there. The apartment’s not the same without you here and I can't wait for you to get home. Only two weeks left, at least when I'm writing this. 

It's really boring without you here to keep me entertained. I've been talking to the succulents, I read a study once that talking to them helps them grow better or something. Or maybe I'm just losing my mind all on my own. Sylvie took pity on me. I didn't think I was so obviously miserable but apparently I'm not a good actress. She's been making me eat a meal at work before I go home. She said she was worried I won't feed myself since you're gone. I'm sure she thinks I don't know how to cook and that you're the one that feeds me. I do prefer your bacon butties though. 

All your shirts stopped smelling like you now. I debated whether or not to break into your place to steal your aftershave. That was a joke by the way. I don't want you thinking I'm a crazy girlfriend. Not yet at least ;) 

I really can't wait for you to get back. I feel like a broken record because I keep saying it, but I miss you. I might just have to take the day off when you get home so I can just cling to you all day. I've been distracting myself with more artwork when I'm not working. I just finished a really nice landscape piece based on Clayton Vale. I'm pretty proud of it. Have you ever been there? I know Clayton isn't the nicest place to live but I grew up there and the Vale is so pretty. I used to forage blackberries when they were in season when I was younger. If you haven't been, I should take you sometime. 

I can't believe it's been almost half a year since I've seen you. It's insane. It feels like it's dragged by so slowly yet gone by in the blink of an eye. This is probably the last letter you'll get from me. By the time you get this and then reply, you'll be on your way home. 

Make sure you stay safe out here, I need you to come back to me. Who else would I annoy all the time if you were gone? 

Charlotte

x

He smiled to himself, almost being able to picture her as she sat there scribbling the note out for him. When he'd first gotten here, part of him had been worried she'd tire of his absence and move on. She hadn't though, of course she hadn't. He realised quickly how loyal she was and he really couldn't wait to get back home. 

It was odd to him really, he'd had an epiphany while out here. Home wasn't his apartment, nor was it really Manchester. Home was with her, wherever that might be. He'd never felt so strongly about anyone before and it was something his brain was coming to terms with, being in love. Made him feel like an entirely different man sometimes but he didn't think that was a bad thing. He moved to grab a pad and a pen, sitting up in his cot as he started penning a note back to her. His stomach clenched in anticipation, knowing when she read this he wouldn't be far behind. 

Hello love,

I fucking miss you. Hope that's not too sappy to say but it's true. Been weird for me here because I've never really had anyone to miss. Not anyone that wasn't family and not this intensely. 

I'm glad Sylvie is looking after you though. Nice to know someone's got their eye on you while I'm not around. I'd love to see your artwork someday. You've not shared it with me yet but I'm eager to see it. I know they'll be beautiful. I've never been Clayton Vale but I've been by it a fair few times. I'd love to go with you someday. 

Next time I'm on deployment I'll make sure to give you the whole aftershave so you don't have to worry about the shirts. I wouldn't mind stealing your perfume, although I do appreciate the letters smelling like you. Can’t wait for the real deal though. I don't think I've ever been so excited to get off deployment before. I get two weeks off after this too so I can't wait for us to spend time together. We should have some bacon butties and a good cuddle. 

I won't say too much more because I'll be with you real soon. Just make sure you look after yourself, yeah? I can't wait to see you, love. Hopefully I won't be deployed for a good while after this. Being away from you for so long has killed me. 

I'll see you soon, sweetheart,

Simon

He grabbed an envelope from the pile where the others were also writing their letters, scribbling her address on it before he folded up the letter and put it inside. The closer he got to going home, the more anxious he got. The home stretch. He really couldn't wait to finally be back with her. 

To say he was eager would be a gross understatement. He was practically buzzing with the amount of energy he had, despite being absolutely fucking knackered. Of course with his luck, the taxi driver was taking his time. Something that was a rarity in these parts, but since he had somewhere he desperately needed to be, it was taking its sweet time. When the taxi finally pulled up outside of the florists, he chucked the man his money before he hopped out. He’d almost come right here but he wanted to shower and get changed into something more comfortable, settling on black sweats and a black long sleeve t-shirt. The September air was starting to get a bit colder now and it was a far cry from the severe heat he’d experienced only the day before. 

His usual routine when he got home from deployment was to go and see his mum first, but he’d called her this time, wondering how he was going to let her down because he really needed to see Charlotte before he burst. His mum was onto him though, telling him before he could get word out that he better be going to see his girl and not to bother with her. 

��I’ve had enough of your mug anyway, Simon,” she’d told him affectionately. He appreciated it. Without a guilty conscience weighing on him, he’d been free to go running off to Lottie as soon as he’d gotten changed. 

He finally stood at her door, checking his watch quickly to make sure he hadn't turned up here while she was still at work like a right numpty, it was a Thursday after all. It was 7.30 pm so he knew she’d be home. He inhaled a deep breath, his stomach feeling like it was plummeting right out of him. He wasn't used to such a sensation and his hand went over his stomach for a moment as if to steady it. 

His other hand came up to her door, knocking firmly as he stood fidgeting. The door opened and there she was in all her glory, in her pyjamas which meant his shirt and a pair of shorts and her hair tossed up haphazardly on the top of her head. She was fucking beautful. Her eyes widened when she saw him, a beaming smile overtaking her face. He hadn't told her he was coming back today because he’d wanted to surprise her.

“Simon!” she cried out happily, throwing herself at him. He caught her effortlessly, wrapping his arms around her tightly as a hand came to cradle the back of her head. The relief he felt was maddening. Like an addict getting their fix of heroin after six months of going cold turkey. He physically felt his muscles unwind, the weight of the world leaving his shoulders as she melted into him.

“Fuckin’ hell, I missed you, love,” he breathed, pressing his nose into her hair and inhaling deeply. 

“I missed you too,” she replied, her voice muffled because she pressed her face so much into his chest, he was sure she’d break through his ribs. They stood in her doorway for a long while, just holding each other and now he was here with her, the tiredness started to take hold of him, the adrenaline wearing off. 

As if sensing his growing tiredness, she pulled away, leaning up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips. She went to move away but he grabbed her, one hand on her hip, the other gripping her jaw as he deepened the kiss. He felt like he was taking the first sip of water after a trek in the desert. She moaned into the kiss, her hands grasping at his top as she allowed him to devour her mouth. He couldn't help it, he'd missed this more than he could ever put into words. 

He pulled away, his heart hammering away in his chest and making him feel a little light headed. She gave him a pretty smile that made his knees weak and he brushed his nose against hers. He hadn't expected her to tear up at the small motion but that's exactly what she did. He decided that seeing her tearful was the worst thing in the world. 

“Hey, love. What’s wrong?” he asked gently, brows furrowing as he stroked her cheek.

“I just… I missed you,” she whispered and it made his pathetic heart squeeze tightly. 

She'd said it so sincerely and it left no doubt in his mind that she'd missed him as much as he'd missed her. Maybe even more because he'd been overseas surrounded by people and she had no one other than her brief interactions at work. He'd already felt like he was going mad over there with how much he missed her but if he was stuck here alone like she'd been, he was sure he would have completely lost it.

“Well I’m here now, yeah? You got me all to yourself for two weeks,” he murmured, hoping to lighten her spirits a little. It worked as she gave him a teary smile, leaning into his hand. He pressed a kiss to her forehead before guiding her inside and she went willingly. 

“Are you hungry?” she asked, wiping at her eyes and seemingly putting herself together. 

“I could eat,” he confessed. He was really fucking hungry if he was honest but he’d just turned up out of the blue, he didn't want to pressure her into feeding him. 

“Bacon butties and a cuddle?” she asked hopefully and his mind flashed back to his last letter to her. All of hers were now safely in a box at his apartment. His heart softened as he looked at her, an affectionate smile curling his lips. 

“Sounds like heaven, love,” he smiled and her eyes brightened at his words. 

“You sit down and rest,” she ordered, giving him a peck on the cheek before she pushed him towards the couch and flit off to the kitchen area. 

He did as he was told, shattered from the journey home and the hard times he’d had while away. Her couch was comfy, so plush it felt like it was swallowing him when he sat on it. It was a far cry from his cot back overseas or the hard ground. He eased back into it, eyes closing for a brief moment as he allowed himself to fully unwind and decompress. 

“Simon,” Charlotte’s soft murmur had him opening his eyes, seeing her standing in front of him with a plate of bacon butties. He frowned in confusion, he’d only closed his eyes a second ago.

“What…?” he mumbled, blinking rapidly and glancing at the clock. 

“Sleepy head,” she snorted, rubbing a hand through his hair sweetly. He grabbed the plate with one hand, the other rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry, love,” he frowned. She sat beside him, grabbing a butty from the mountain on the plate.

“Don’t be, I know you must be tired. We can eat then get in bed, cuddle and just sleep all we want. I’ll book the day off tomorrow,” she smiled up at him. 

The idea of just cuddling in bed with her sounded amazing and he shot her a tired smile before starting in on his food. He really had missed this, even if it was such a simple thing. It almost felt like it was their thing, something they shared from their first morning together. When they’d eaten their food, she grabbed the plates and took them over to the kitchen area. 

“Get ready for bed, Si,” she ordered softly as she started to quickly wash the plates. The casual use of his nickname made his heart flutter like the wings of a hummingbird. His lips quirked up a little but he didn't say anything, didn't want to point out she used it and have her get flustered and not use it again. He liked the familiarity it brought with it, liked the feeling of them growing closer. She was his and he was hers. 

He took his shoes off, setting them neatly by the door before he made his way to the bed area, peeling off his shirt. He placed it on the dresser, his eyes being drawn to a card on the nightstand.

“What's this?” he asked, picking it up before she replied. It was a birthday card. It had a dinosaur on it with the phrase: ‘Wishing you a rawr-some birthday!’ He opened it, looking at the writing inside.

“To Charlotte

Happy Birthday. We hope you have a nice day.

Lots of love

Sylvie and Jeff.”

He furrowed his brows, turning to look at Charlotte who was walking over, a guilty look on her face. She took the card and set it down, unable to look at him and he suddenly felt like he’d swallowed a fucking boulder.

“Charlotte… When was your birthday?” he asked slowly and she shifted on her feet.

“August 31st,” she murmured contritely. His brows furrowed even more, glancing from her to the card and then back to her.

“Why didn't you say anythin’? I woulda got you a present, got it delivered while I was away,” he couldn't disguise the hurt from his voice and she winced. He hated that she was alone on her birthday, that all she had to show for it was one measly card off her boss. It made him sad and suddenly, he felt like the world's worst boyfriend. But how was he to know? She hadn't said anything, not in any of the letters or the one phone call.

“I didn't… I didn't wanna bother you while you were away,” she admitted, wringing her hands. 

He blinked at her for a moment, trying to ignore the burning in his chest. He wondered if she’d ever shake that feeling of being a burden to those around her that her parents had instilled in her so early on in life. It broke his heart that she thought so little of herself. He shook his head, cupping her cheeks and forcing her to look at him.

“I don't know how many times I gotta say it, Lottie, but you're never a bother to me. Your birthday is special to me because you're special to me,” he insisted. He watched as her brows pinched together and she licked her lower lip. She had that look on her face again, where she wanted to argue with him because she couldn't agree with him on this, but choosing against it. Smart girl.

“I’m sorry,” she sighed. He kissed her temple, his thumbs stroking her cheeks before he let her go. 

“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” he murmured sadly. Her cheeks turned pink and she looked away, uncomfortable with the attention. He took pity on her then, he wasn't here to push her boundaries or make her uncomfortable. 

“Come on,” he ushered her into the bed and she climbed in, shuffling over so he could get in beside her. He lay on his back and he opened out his arm for her. She scooted over instantly, laying her head on his chest with her arm around him and he wound his arms around her, one hand going to her head and rubbing her scalp soothingly. 

It was such an amazing sensation to be lay with her like this again. Such a simple comfort in his life but one he'd never take for granted. They lay like that for a bit and he felt his eyes getting tired again. He really couldn't believe he'd missed her birthday, it left a really bitter taste in his mouth. He pictured her coming home from work on her birthday and spending the night alone. How fucking depressing was that? He might not have been able to be there with her, but he could have at least sent her a gift so she knew he was thinking of her. Hell, he'd have begged his CO for a chance to ring her just to wish her happy birthday. 

He blew out a sigh, holding her closer before planting a kiss to the top of her head. There wasn't much to be done about it now and he didn't want it to sour his mood at being back. He allowed himself to relax with her, to enjoy that he was finally with her again. No amount of perfume on letters would ever top the real thing, though he had appreciated it at the time.

“Thank you, love,” he murmured sleepily as his eyes fluttered shut.

“What for?” she asked quietly, sounding tired herself as she lay completely relaxed against him as if she were made of liquid. 

“Bein’ here… bein’ you. I’m just glad I have you to come home to,” he admitted, feeling a little vulnerable with the amount of emotions he was feeling. He really wasn't used to all this. He felt so much and had no idea what he should divulge and what was better to keep to himself. He felt her smile, her cheek pressing against his chest and she snuggled into him more. 

“I’m glad I have you too,” she replied softly and his lips tugged into a sleepy smile. 

It was mad really, how being with her like this made everything alright. His tormented past didn't matter, the horrors he faced overseas didn't matter. None of it mattered when he got to come home to her and have her in his arms. He remembered when Tommy had deduced that he loved her and he had been confused. Part of him felt like that had to be what he was feeling because what else could it be? But he'd never had this before, love didn't come easy to him even when it had come from his family. He'd never had actual feelings for other people before. Hell, it had been hard enough conjuring up some lust for his one night stands in the past. 

Lottie though, she was something else entirely. He'd felt something so visceral from the moment he'd laid eyes on her and it had only continued to grow with time. He'd never been one to believe in love at first sight. In his head, how could you fall in love with someone when you didn't even know them, by just looks alone? Yet hadn't that been what happened to him? He'd been sitting at that bus stop, minding his own business when he was suddenly struck with Cupid's arrow and his entire life hadn't been the same since. 

Laying here with her now after six gruelling months without her, he knew the feeling that lay deep in his chest and he knew it without question. There was nothing else it could be. He loved her, without a doubt. It was a scary realisation to have because love could get you hurt, yet he couldn't muster up enough to care about it. He was happy for the first time in his miserable life and he didn't want that to change, didn't want that feeling to end. 

He knew if he was ever without Charlotte, his life would go back to being cold and meaningless. He'd go back to being a soldier and nothing more. A hollow empty shell of his former self. He'd do whatever it took to keep her by his side because he needed her like he needed air to breathe or blood to keep pumping through his veins. She was his air, she was his blood, she was his everything. She was his reason to be here, she'd given him a reason to feel alive and he wouldn't take it for granted.

[whitherwordswither]

Logs from the Starfields

Name: Trim. Pronouns: They/Them. Background: Long Hauler. Traits: Wanted. Introvert. Alien DNA.

Some Backstory

I used to haul cargo long distances. Didn't matter what, as long as the creds were decent. Parts shipments to new colonies. A few passenger transports here and there when I felt like having some company. Sometimes, I'd even take a shady no-questions-asked contract.

It was one of those off the books deals that went south. That's how I ended up with alien DNA in my veins and a very unhappy client. To be fair, they didn't provide any warning or advise not to open the cargo. Sometimes I like to know what I'm stretching my neck out for. I wasn't totally prepared to fight off a weird space mutt with extra tendril-esque appendages and a penchant for chomping. Fucker got me good. I got 'em in kind. But whatever was in that hounds bite sure did some tango in my genome.

Get some weird dreams, odd cravings every so often. On the plus side I've never breathed as good my whole life. Been feeling quite a bit sturdier too. Food ain't been filling me up quite as well and med packs seem a bit slower but I ain't complaining… much. Which is also why I now have to keep my eyes open and watch over my shoulder. Never know when they'll send another squad to try and collect. I'm assuming they wanted the mutt for some wicked experiments. Guess I did the poor soul a favor on that front.

At the very least… it keeps my life exciting. If not tedious. Christ… I'm tired. But if I stop, I'm dead, so. What can ya do? [ Note: Minor spoilers for beginning of the game ahead! ]

Captain's Log #0.01:

Life's been up, down, and through the ringer more times than I can count. And I can count pretty high. Been trying to find a new way for a while now. Nothing seems to want to pan out. Shit luck, I guess.

Signed up with a mining crew for a change of pace. Was about ready to go on lunch break. Have a nice sandwich. Took it right off Rigel's plate. Stared right at him while I did it, too. The look on his face was priceless. Didn't even try to stop me. (I only feel a little bit like a jerk. But he's been getting on my nerves. What's a little sandwich shenanigans between crewmates, right?)

So anyway. Didn't have time to eat. What did I get instead? A ridiculous helping of ancient artifact brain waltzing, a run and gun all pirate rodeo, and a robot who criticizes the amount of junk I pick up every chance it gets. Listen, buddy. I got to net some creds somehow. And ain't nobody using these 15 microscopes for anything. Or those 37 succulents. Mind your own business. (Though, not sure why I needed all these notebooks in assorted RGB colors. I could drop a few but… I just think they're neat.)

Guess I also got a free ship out of the deal. At least no one's tried to take it back from me yet. See how long that lasts. (Pirates notwithstanding. I made a special detour to talk the head honcho out of pestering me. He even agreed. Then I accidently shot the volatile barrel him and his two guards were standing next to and uh… Oops, I guess?)

Anyhow. Poked around this abandoned research facility. Scanned a few rocks and some novelty sized trilobites. Filled my pockets and then jumped to New Atlantis.

Some group called Constellation wants me to join up given the head-fuckery I witnessed on contact with the artifact. Some kind of explorers club. Gave me a room and everything. Sarah, who seems to kind of be the woman in charge, wants to take me out on a mission. But I've got a lot of side gigs on my plate already and I want to take care of those first, so. I hope she don't mind waiting around a bit while I do some good humanitorial work… or whatever.

Feels nice to help folks sometimes, y'know? Got a tired lookin' gal near the tram some coffee. Helped fix up some wiring discrepancies down in the sub-city. Even rounded up some bio-scanners for a scientist fella.

Think I might go survey a planet next. I'll tell ya about it when I'm done.

End log.

[battle4urownplanet]

*this pinned post is a wip

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The smallest and most harmonious group! Made up of Tamagotchi, Milky, The Outlets, Eye, an— \|14vZ?!?

(Other teams being added)

[nami-moittli]

Alright, part two of explaining why I chose which digimon for each character in my twst x digimon AU! Part: Jack

I first started out by deciding on Garurumon. It felt like an obvious choice to represent Jack being a wolf-beastman since in this AU things like beastmen/merfolk/fae don’t exist. Also, Garurumon could be used as a form of land transportation, like how you see in 02, when the kids would ride on the backs of their digimon partners.

After that, I decided on Gaomon because I didn’t want to make Jack’s line be the exact same as Matt’s from adventure. It’s also fun having Gaomon due to how he’s portrayed in Data Squad/Savers, as I feel that the two have a similar personality. (I did make a doodle for this, if you check my twst x digimon tag) and finally, I really like Gaomon because he’s described as being apart of the Gazimon family. Now, this AU focuses mostly on the freshman, however, if I were to give partners to the other twst characters, I would give Ruggie a Gazimon! Not only that, but one of Gazimon’s “main evolutions” (as shown by Wikimon’s bolded text) is Leomon! So, fun for the whole Savannaclaw family!

Moving on to the perfect stage, I wasn’t actually sure which I liked more. I first clicked on Caturamon’s page bc I thought it sounded like “cactus” and Jack really likes cacti and succulents (heh, imagine if I gave him a Togamon lol. I mean, both Togamon and Gaomon have boxing gloves, so who’s to say?) but then I realized who Caturamon was, and I feel like he fits in really well with the rest of the line! Of course, there is the issue of Caturamon being more of a “dog” than a “wolf”, but it’s not unforgivable. Plus, with Caturamon as the perfect level, the line separates itself further from Matt’s.

Though, I don’t really mind if it’s WereGarurumon either. First of all, the only difference between Epel’s Salamon line and Kari’s Gatomon line is that Salamon’s mega is Lovely Angemon and Gatomon’s is Magna/Holydramon and/or Ophanimon: Fall down mode. So clearly I don’t care to much about that as long as I can come up with a good reason for it to be so similar (though I do prefer differences to the (anime) protags), and, I can. Sure, it may not look as nice having Garurumon go from Quadrupedal to bipedal back to quadrupedal, but I don’t really care about that. In fact, I find that digimon evolution is so much fun because it’s so free and not afraid to make a line look bad as long as you can tell how you can get to point A from point B! Plus, I feel that going back to Jack, a werewolf is a very fitting partner for him, as he practically is one himself in canon, just a bit differently than normal. And I like how WereGarurumon is still a wolf, to once again, reference that Jack is a wolf beastman. So idk, I like both options so I just put them both for now. I probably will pick one or the other eventually, but for now, it’s just Caturamon or WereGarurumon.

Finally, the mega is MetalGarurumon. There’s no real “deep reasoning” for it like the previous picks, just, wolf mega that makes sense. That’s all.

[taiblogcomics]

Deadshot Through The Heart

Hey there, succulent Chinese meals. It's Thanksgiving! And I know one thing we won't be grateful for: this issue of Countdown. Like, the good news is that Superboy-Prime isn't in this one. The bad news is this issue is still one of the worst~

Here's the cover:

Okay, kind of a cool cover. Like, I think actively shooting at Jimmy Olsen would draw in the readers. I dunno if these are the best Parademon designs, though. Like, these don't look so much like Darkseid's minions as they do a group of henchmen on The Venture Bros. Is Darkseid a member of the Guild of Calamitous Intent? Wouldn't that be an entertaining concept~? I think Darkseid would generally respect the Guild's rulings, but would terrify them into letting him get away with his infractions. That might be good fanfiction. Anyways, cool explosions, decent cover. Let's move on to the terrible contents.

But first, the recap: Jimmy Olsen has been press-ganged into servitude of the great Darkseid. Mary Marvel has denied Eclipso's attempt to do the same to her. The Multiverse Crew is still searching for Ray Palmer. Pied Piper and Trickster are still trying to escape from the Suicide Squad. Karate Kid and Una are in Bludhaven searching for a cure to their future space disease. Holly Robinson and Harley Quinn are still in Amazon training camp prison hell. Superboy-Prime was a nasty piece of shit for two issues. And we're still reading this comic.

So we open on a panty shot of Mary Marvel, recovering from that asteroid explosion she was in last issue. You know, just to set the tone. Eclipso teleported them to safety at the last minute, and Mary muses whether she'd've been better off getting exploded. Eclipso thinks she's ungrateful, and Mary's like "Grateful for what? Getting sold to Darkseid?" Eclipso posits that this was part of a master plan that would've put her in a position to get close to Darkseid enough to defeat him, because she's definitely that powerful. So, in a way, she didn't give her to Darkseid, she gave her all of Apokalips.

At this point, Mary's a bit tired of being jerked around. Once again, Eclipso is just someone lying to her for their own ends. She doesn't care for some long drawn-out plan to play at Darkseid's concubine until an opportunity to defeat him arises. After all, we saw what happened to his last concubine in this comic already. She attacks Eclipso, prying the black diamond from her hand, musing that maybe diamonds aren't a girl's best friend after all, blasting Eclipso with her own power. Honestly, good for her. Took long enough, honestly.

Meanwhile, down on the surface of Apokalips, Jimmy Olsen is learing that being a slave sucks. While they can't push him too far, since the last guy who did so got blasted by Darkseid, they can still torment him plenty. To his credit, Jimmy's not letting it break him, and he continued to be defiant to his captors. As they push him onward, Jimmy instead catches notice of another rag-dressed lower-dweller. The mysterious hobo pulls him aside, and reveals himself to be… Mister Miracle, Scott Free! Well, if anyone can help Jimmy escape, it'd be him.

Scott and Jimmy catch up, and Jimmy extends his condolences to him regarding Barda's death. And just to show you how hard it's hitting him, Scott doesn't even want to heard it, he's just broken by it. Like Jimmy and Forager, he's here because of the New Gods killings. Rather than tracking the killer, though, he's trying to find where the souls that haven't crossed into the Source have gone. His Motherbox has led him here, but there's nothing. Well, he's got one more thing to try. Since Jimmy' powers activate when his life is in danger, Scott decides to… throw Jimmy into a firepit. Um, that seems a bit extreme, but Scott's a desperate man right now.

Now let's cut over to a brief one-page conclusion to the last issue. Don't worry, Primey the Whiny won't be making an appearance, but we do get to see what happened to Mr. Mxyzptlk. And even though he was shirtless the whole issue, this issue he reappears in the Fifth Dimension in his full suit. Anyways, he manages to reappear right in Ms. Gsptlsnz's lap. While she frets over him, he begs her to seal off the dimension before "he" comes back, saying he can never go back there. And indeed, as far as I can tell, this was Mxy's last appearance until the New 52.

Over with Pied Piper and Trickster, Trickster is being homophobic again. He says the worst part of being chained to Piper for so long is that it's colouring people's perceptions, like he's gay by proximity. Oh no. How terrible for you. Furthering it, Trickster also jokes that riding so many trains like a 1930s tramp have made him hobo-sexual instead. Showing he's the bigger person, Piper actually laughs at this one. The pair of them almost share a moment, even referring to each other by their first names instead of supranyms.

The moment is interrupted by Deadshot, once again having tracked them down. Even he apologises for ruining the moment. They manage to dodge him, and Waller calls Deadshot up to remind him to take them in alive. Which is good, coz Deadshot was also making homophobic remarks in his anger at their dodging. The anger only goes up when they fake surrender in a trap to throw battery acid at him. While he's reeling at this, they use their shock handcuffs to clothesline him out of the train, but Deadshot manages to hang on by Trickster's cape, attempting to pull him out with him.

This actually gets pretty nasty, with a painful shot of Deadshot pressing Trickster's face into the ground while they ride past. Piper's horrified, and Deadshot drops an outright slur as he falls off the train. He aims at Piper, but despite the pain, Trickster jumps in the way to shield Piper. The pair have gotten away once again, but… Trickster's dead. He dies from the bullets (one in the heart, one in the head) he took, in the arms of the man he was mocking for his sexuality only minutes ago. That's how this comic ends.

Well. That sucks. Goes to show, just coz they're one of the protagonists of the story doesn't mean they're going to make it to the end. But yeah, this really sucks if you were a fan of the Trickster and were hoping to see him get over this homophobic period. No such luck! At least his last words weren't anything of the sort (he instead jokes about the cool scars he's going to have after having his face scraped on the ground, and suggests they do the same to whoever invented these cuffs). But still, I dunno. Leaves a bad taste in my mouth seeing him go out this way: in the pages of Countdown, I mean~

[saurabhanandtripzygo]

🌴🍽️ A Food Lover's Guide to Bali Savoring Every Bite on Your Bali Tour 🍽️🌴

Hey foodies! Ready to embark on a culinary adventure in the paradise that is Bali? From vibrant street food stalls to elegant beachfront restaurants, this Indonesian island is a haven for gastronomes seeking flavors that dance on their taste buds. If you're planning a Bali tour and want to indulge in the best the island has to offer, here's your ultimate food lover's guide:

1. Nasi Goreng Nirvana: Start your day with a hearty plate of Nasi Goreng, Indonesia's iconic fried rice dish. Whether you like it mild or spicy, with chicken, shrimp, or veggies, this breakfast staple will fuel you up for a day of exploration.

2. Satay Sensation: Head to a local warung (small restaurant) for a taste of Bali's famous satay. Grilled skewers of meat or tofu, slathered in rich peanut sauce and served with fragrant rice, are a must-try for any food enthusiast.

3. Seafood Serenade: With its abundant coastline, Bali boasts some of the freshest seafood you'll ever taste. Feast on grilled fish, succulent prawns, and calamari by the beach as you soak in the island vibes.

4. Bountiful Babi Guling: Don't leave Bali without trying Babi Guling, the island's celebrated suckling pig dish. Prepared with a blend of spices and roasted to crispy perfection, this Balinese specialty is a carnivore's dream come true.

5. Tropical Temptations: Cool off with refreshing tropical fruits like mangoes, papayas, and dragon fruit, either on their own or in vibrant smoothie bowls. These juicy delights are the perfect antidote to Bali's tropical heat.

6. Ubud's Organic Oasis: If you find yourself in Ubud, delve into the vibrant organic food scene. From farm-to-table cafes serving nourishing Buddha bowls to raw food restaurants dishing out innovative plant-based fare, Ubud is a haven for health-conscious foodies.

7. Sweet Indulgences: End your culinary journey on a sweet note with traditional Balinese desserts like Klepon (green rice flour balls stuffed with palm sugar) or Pisang Goreng (fried bananas drizzled with honey). Your taste buds will thank you!

With its eclectic mix of flavors and culinary traditions, Bali promises an unforgettable dining experience at every turn. So pack your appetite and get ready to feast your way through this tropical paradise!

Tag your foodie squad and start planning your Bali tour today! 🍍🍤🌴 #BaliEats #FoodieAdventure #TasteOfParadise

[rhodes-island-logistics]

what breed of succulent is Chris

I don’t know, the kind that grows in a war zone.

One of my squad mates said it was called something derenbergi?

I found it back during my youth in Kazdel and its leaves take on a scarlet hue at the tips during the winter.

Sorry that’s all the help I can offer.

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Many people rank the Asian food served in Australia as some of the best available outside of Asia. Owing to chefs' never-ending quest for creativity, modern takes have naturally integrated components from the extensive history of Asian cuisines that are served all around the country. Fortunately, there will continue to be a demand for asian restaurants Melbourne for some time to come. Due to its multiculturalism, Australia has produced some of the most creative traditional Asian cuisine in the world, on par with or better than those available in any Asian restaurant. 

Many people would want to adhere to tradition because they believe that contemporary Asian culture is a corruption of the original. On the other hand, a lot of people view it as an unadulterated creative expression, an homage to the past that uses conventional methods to produce something entirely modern. Whatever your point of view, Melbourne is home to some of the best Asian-fusion restaurants in the nation. The next time you're craving a sushi taco plate or a cheese and nutella martabak, you should run into them. 

Asian Cuisine Is a Great Option for a Lot of Reasons 

Tastes better and has fewer calories 

All your health-conscious diners and restaurants, take note! When you're thinking about making a reservation at a fine dining Asian restaurant in Melbourne, chances are you're not thinking about calories. Let's get ready to hear some news. The unique quality of the Asian fusion food is its potent flavor that never overpowers the palate. It's true that you can maintain your ideal social media persona and still savor the luxury of Asian Melbourne food. Seafood straight from the ocean, succulent lean cuts of beef, and crisp, fresh vegetables make up a gourmet dream squad. 

Spices: The Unknown Superpowers 

Visiting one of the best chinese restaurant Melbourne that is well-known for its exquisite Asian cuisine is an amazing experience that goes beyond simple gastronomic exploration. Furthermore, you are unintentionally building a small army of spice warriors to help you on your path to better health. All these vibrant, aromatic, flaming troops give more than just flavor. Some instances are chile, ginger, and turmeric. Your body silently defend themselves against dangerous invaders all the time. Spices would be the defenders in a superhero movie about elegant Asian fusion eating in Melbourne. 

Heart-healthy lipids that are utilized 

What about the global craze for avocado toast that is becoming popular? People adore it! But Asian cuisine was the first to adopt new trends because of the beneficial fats contained in fish and nuts. Ever wonder why everyone gushes about an expensive Asian restaurant in Melbourne, particularly one that specialises in Asian delights? Aside from taste explosions, there are other crucial factors to take into account. 

Food that fulfills the soul is necessary for a civilization to prosper

There is a news that will make you forget about watching outdated sitcoms today if you're in Melbourne and want to have a great supper with some intriguing folks. When it comes to fine Asian cuisine, these Melbourne restaurants offer an experience, a mood, and an ambiance in addition to a menu! Even sometimes you can find japanese buffet in Melbourne as well. The top of Asian fine dining can be found here, whether it's for a low-key get-together or some serious business conversation.

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