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lizzaneia-elizalde · 1 year ago

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Male Yandere Husband x Pregnant Female Stepford Wife Reader

(I don’t think you’ve done anything like this yet? So if not, think you can try?)

I want him to be a master manipulator, but really delusional in a loving/devoted sense. Believing that what he’s doing is for our best interest, as well as the baby’s. That includes confining us at home, always being with us 24/7 when we’re outside our home, etc. And generally getting us to be 100% dependent on him, (like we already weren’t heavily dependent on him before…)

Thank you!!! 💝

Yandere! Husband! Politician x Pregnant! Fem! Stepford! Wife! Reader

SORRY IT TOOK ME LONG TO GET THIS REQUEST DONE!

I had a hard time incorporating the yandere stuff with such a willing reader, but I tried LOL.

This one's only got two sections, since the both of you are married already, so it went straight to the yandere-ness.

But here ya go! Requests will be back on once more!

BTW, the master list is up now! It's my pinned post.

Yandere! Politician name: Maximus

Maximus.

Just like his name, he was the greatest Politician out there. Whatever that means.

He's charming, intuitive, generous, kind, and compassionate.

Every election season, if you ask people who will they vote as a mayor or whatever position Maximus ran as, they'll say

"Isn't it obvious? Of course it's Maximus!"

So it didn't faze the people that he won whenever he ran.

As young as he is, he's always been active in the political sphere. From the student council, he's always been in the highest positions out there. Secretary, Vice President, and President.

Hell, if you ask him to do treasury, then he'll gladly accept and do it much better than the current treasurer or auditor. No specks, no crumbs, a clean liquidation sheet.

And when he graduated as the University president, local parties flocked towards him to invite him in their political party.

So many choices for the great Maximus.

After many days of researching and finding out the dirt, secrets, strengths, and weaknesses of each political party, he chose a party suited for the straight laced man.

That, and that you were there.

You were the unlisted assistant of your father, who was running as vice mayor, and is finding a mayor to be with.

This was perfect.

Maximus has always liked you.

Scratch that.

He always loved you.

You were the daughter of a well known governor inside your city. Pristine, shy, quiet, and always had a smile in your face, everyone back in school liked you. You were the epitome of etiquette and manners. If parents want somebody to compare to their child to belittle them, it would be you, little miss perfect.

Both of you live in a small city, almost a town size. So everyone knew each other, and you both lived in the same district.

it's just that he didn't fly under your radar from how busy he is.

Unlike your father, you never joined politics. You just sat there, studied, did some small knitting projects or sewing. Maybe even drawing if you felt like it.

At first, Maximus didn't really pay you any attention, until he heard your conversation with your friends.

"What? Seriously?"

"I am serious." Your melodious laugh echoed through the empty halls. It was already 5pm, and only a handful of students are left.

"But... That's so traditional lol."

"I know, but really. I just want to stay at home, serve my husband, take care of our kids... You know, the gist."

"But, you said you'll do Social work, Home eco, or culinary in Uni. So what's up with that?"

You just smiled at your friends until they said "oh..." in understanding.

Those courses can help develop your home rearing skills.

"I mean, sure. If you're happy with that." One of your friends finally broke the silence, followed by "meh's..." "eh..." and grunts of approval.

"Thank you for accepting for who I am." You smiled once more at them and they gave you an understanding grin.

Then and there, Maximus became curious about you.

Maximus also had a traditional way of thinking. Not all women, but his wife should just be staying pretty in his home, while taking care of their children...

He knew that only a small percentage of people would be open to that notion, and he was fine with it.

It did made him feel lonely sometimes. He's always dreamt of a domestic life, but the woman is always a faceless grey glob. He just can't see somebody in his life who would be willing to be like that.

So when he heard your conversation, that night in his dreams, he woke up sweating and confused when the faceless glob greeted him. But rather than the glob, it was you. Smiling with two children who looked like the exact perfect mix of the both of you.

"What the fuck..." He breathed out of his mouth, shaking his head.

Now, every night, his dreams were infiltrated with you.

And that started in highschool, all throughout University, up until you both graduated.

Your paths never crossed once more, since he's in AP classes most of the time, both of you were on different blocks in senior highschool despite having the same strand, and he chose Political Science in University while you did BS in Home Economics. But he always peeled his eyes for you. Dismissal, lunch, even breaks.

His friends teased him for having such a long time crush, and he just laughed and waved his hand.

And when the both of you graduated, he's about to confess his feelings when he saw you talking with a man, with eyes so wide and filled with adoration.

He felt his heart break.

He was numb, standing there and looking at you interact with the man who was smiling down at you with a ruffle on your hair.

He felt irrationally jealous.

Wait, him? Jealous?

He never felt jealous.

Did he?

He doesn't know anymore.

All he could see is you holding a bouquet of lilies and smelling it while the man hugged you.

He wants to rip the man limb from limb, desecrate his body, and feed it to the alligators.

Why is he wrapping his arms around you like that? He never heard you getting a boyfriend?

And he has a lot of connections to know.

Then he scoffed, like a breath of fresh air rushing into his lungs.

He needed a break.

When did he act like this? When did he become so...

He doesn't even know what it's called.

He's always been a good man. One that doesn't know anger, jealousy, possessiveness...

But what's this? Feelings that stirred inside him threatened to spill out.

So he ran away before it would get worse.

Years later, seeing your name in that certain partylist, he knew he had to join it. Just for a one sided closure he needed.

"Hello! You're Y/N right? You went to the same... School as me!" Maximus said, leaning his upper body to meet your face. His face soft, gentle, and mellow.

"O-oh! Hello sir Maximus! I knew we did, but I didn't know you knew me..." You shyly answered, your thumb brushing against the back of your other hand.

Maximus gulped.

He didn't realize how much he is missing you.

His eyes scanned towards your desk and his eyes widened a bit when he saw the man once more with you in a photo, but this time, with your father and mother.

So, with his trembling lips from the sudden hope bubbling inside him, he pointed.

"Is that your family?" He whispered and you nodded with a soft smile of adoration.

"Yes. I love them a lot." You said, caressing the photo. "That's my dad, mom, and my big brother."

"Oh! That's amazing. It's rare to see a tight knit family nowadays. I mean, families falling left and right, can't people just communicate and--" Maximus rambled, not even caring if the things he's saying is insensitive. He was just so happy that he actually has a chance to woo you.

"Is that so? I mean, my family had fallouts, and sometimes communication is not enough. Actions speak louder than words, of course." You said, carrying the conversation further.

Maximus grinned before taking a seat beside you and talking about deep, familial stuff. With him sprinkling hints of him being a traditional man.

You didn't miss the hints, evident from the blush forming on your cheeks and the shyness emanating from your words faltering.

And he found it adorable.

Once you both ran out of things to debate, he held your hand gently.

"Hey, y/n, what do you think about going on a date with me?"

The rest is history.

"Darling, I'm home!" Maximus yelled once he got inside the mansion. "Today was a bit of a mess..."

Maximus heard an excited gasp and shuffling before he saw you waddling towards him, with a 7 month pregnant belly.

"Welcome home, darling." You greeted him with the smile he loves.

You took off his coat and hung it on the rack, before guiding him towards the kitchen.

"I helped cook today! The dinner for this night is lamb ch... Maximus?"

Maximus has a frown on his face, looking at you with such a disapproving look.

"Darling, why are you working in the kitchen?" He gently asked, caressing your belly. "You're pregnant, you need to rest always!"

You shrunk down a bit, sad.

"But I want to serve you again..."

Maximus' eyes softened at your words before giving you a loving kiss on your forehead.

"I know, darling. But that's what the chefs are for right? The servants too. I hired them to take care of you. Of us." He said, guiding you to the couch and gently sitting you down. "I don't want you getting tired. You're already being burdened by being pregnant and nurturing our child."

You nodded, easily swayed by his words.

"I know... Give me a kiss?" You asked, tilting your head up. He chuckled and gave you a soft peck.

"There. Now stay there, alright? We'll be eating here in the living room. You're already walking too much." Maximus said before hugging you and going to the kitchen.

Once he got to the kitchen, he grabbed a knife and threw it at the chef that was already cowering in the corner.

"Why did you let Y/N work?" He growled out, his eyes sharp, deadly, and authoritative.

Ever since you got married to Maximus, his protectiveness shot through the roof. He doesn't like it when he doesn't know where you are, he doesn't know when he doesn't know what you are doing, he doesn't like it if you talked to people he doesn't know personally.

He installed cameras, mics, and planted people around you that he knew he can scare into submission.

Especially now you're pregnant, he's making sure you always stayed beside him.

When did he become so twisted, from the nice, generous, and kind politician, to something like... Him?

"S-sir, the madam insisted on cooking for you!" The chef trembled out.

You were a rare type of woman who was so open to just being at home, and be the wife he needed to see every time he goes home.

He can't let you go.

Ever.

Maximus sneered and bit his nail, eyes sharp with thoughts.

"I need to drill in more thoughts into her pretty head..." Maximus grumbled.

You were already so willing just being inside the mansion, and so open to his manipulation that you weren't aware of.

He told you that you don't need to go out, that the world was a scary place for a wife like you. And that whenever you go out, you needed to be by his side.

He's already working so hard serving the city, and serving you is a bonus, and a privilege.

He's so occupied with taking care of the place both of you growing up, yet had the time, love, affection, and care to single you out and shower you with his attention. Why would you need to do anything other than serving him as his wife? That's blasphemy, and selfish.

He drilled that in your mind.

And you were so accepting of the fact too.

"If she insisted on helping in the kitchen once more, tell her 'what would sir think?', okay?" He spat out at the poor chef before suddenly smiling. "Don't tell anybody this, or else your family gets it."

He walked away with a triumphant smile and grabbed the food from the counter.

He walked towards you, and saw you scratching your cheek softly confused and scared, almost.

"What's wrong, darling?" Maximus asked, worry etched on his face as he sat down beside you.

"Oh, uh, I just..." You gave him your phone, which was ringing with the number of the exclusive nursery room designer he hired. "C-can you talk to him? I don't know what to do..."

Maximus shivered, seeing you so dependent on him.

Clueless on what to do, on what to say.

He smiled before taking the call for you, with his hand holding yours.

You didn't even start eating yet, waiting for his words to start.

His cute little wife can't even eat by herself.

How... perfect.

This was his perfect life.

With the perfect wife.

And he'll be damned if he didn't protect this.

If he didn't protect you.

So just be swayed with his words and put yourself in his palm.

He will make sure you are well taken care of, and that your pretty little brain will not hurt from thinking too much.

That's a promise.

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aishangotome · 4 months ago

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Roger Barel: Chapter 1

Prologue 2

♡———♡

Fate we are born with, dreams we cannot fulfill, incurable diseases, war, poverty...

The list goes on and on.

This world is a bargain sale of despair.

And it seems that despair is called "despair" precisely because there is nothing we can do about it.

But I can't accept that.

If we can't overcome despair, then what is the meaning of our existence, of us humans being born?

That's why I live today, giving the middle finger to despair.

About a week has passed since the "sinful life" as a Fairytale Keeper began.

I thought the day when I would keep the secret and return to where I came from was not far off, but...

Darius: I'm so happy that you're holding a welcome party for us so soon after we arrived in England.

That night, a dinner party was held under the name of a welcome party...

Victoria's direct royal order organization "Crown" and the German Emperor's direct organization "Vogel."

The members of both organizations were gathered in one place.

It was only a few hours ago that they, Vogel, had arrived from Germany.

*flashback*

Victor: I hear Vogel is a research organization that advocates for cursed social contributions.

Victor: They will be staying in this palace for a few months as goodwill ambassadors.

Darius: "A better society through the power of curses." That is our motto.

*flashback over*

(They are friendly visitors and shouldn't be people to be wary of.)

But there was something that kept bothering me.

Harrison, who has the ability to see through lies, said, "Those guys are lying."

(It's better not to let my guard down until we know their true identity.)

Darius, who seems to be the leader of the three of them, the director of "Vogel," is sitting next to William and enjoying a conversation in high spirits.

(It seems like it would be better for me to keep a low profile and stay quiet.)

The table is filled with dishes that Victor has prepared with great skill.

(Even though it looks so delicious... I'm so nervous that I can't swallow my food.)

Nica: Hey, hey, robin. You're not eating at all. Well then, I'll pierce this cherry for you.

Ring: Nica, you'll get a stomachache if you eat food from a stranger you don't know.

Nica: What's with my brother, seriously cautioning me?

Nica: This is just an excuse to show that I want to be friends with you. Ring is so clueless.

Ring: ...Clueless.

I can't help but compare the twins, who have similar features, hair color, and eyes.

Kate: You're Nica and Ring... right?

Nica: Oh, you remembered our names? We also remember yours, Kate.

Nica: We just met today, but I feel like we could become good friends, don't you?

Nica: Hey, show us around the palace. Let's sneak out of here.

He wraps his arms around my waist with a practiced gesture and whispers in my ear.

(Wha...?)

As I tense up, someone pulls my arm from the other side.

Roger: Sorry to interrupt your flirting, but I have a prior engagement with Kate.

Kate: Roger!

Roger: Our Queen's Aide is the best at giving tours of the palace. He'll gladly show you around.

Roger: Victor, can I ask you to give the Vogel guests a tour of the palace?

Victor: Ah, of course! This Victor will show you every nook and cranny.

Nica: ..................

Nica looks at Victor with narrowed eyes, then gives a bright smile.

Nica: Vielen Dank.

William: Well then, it's time to call it a night, although it's a shame to part ways.

Darius: Yes, Lord Rex. We at Vogel want to be friends with Crown, like family.

Darius: If you have any troubles, please feel free to rely on us.

––This is a room inside the palace.

In the luxurious room prepared for Vogel, Darius sat deeply in a chair and smiled.

Darius: How was it, the social gathering with Crown?

Nica: It was great, I was trying to seduce the robin when the hunter interrupted me.

Darius: Hunter? Ah, you mean Roger Barel, the "Betrayal Hunter."

Darius: Hehe, how violent to snatch Little Red Riding Hood from the side.

Ring: ...So, Roger Barel and she... are they dating?

Nica: No, they're not. But it seems that Crown cherishes the robin very much.

Darius: Gathering information is important.

Darius: It will eventually become a valuable resource for achieving our ambitions.

Darius: Ring, Nica, continue gathering information about Crown and the robin, who might be useful.

Nica: Verstanden. / Ring: ...Understood.

Darius: ...Roger Barel. A former doctor who shows an abnormal obsession with "cursed ones," huh?

Darius: Is he worthy of being my "family"? -

After the social gathering ended, people started leaving the guest room one by one.

Before I knew it, Roger's figure had also disappeared...

(Oh, huh?)

I hurriedly went out into the hallway and saw his broad back.

Kate: Um, Roger, about the prior engagement you mentioned earlier...?

When I called out to him, his gaze turned back in the empty hallway.

Roger: You looked obviously troubled, was I mistaken?

--CHOICES--

Did you help me?

I was really in trouble.

You weren't mistaken.

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Kate: Did you help me...?

Roger: Did you not need a helping hand?

Roger: I'm sorry for ruining your chance for a one-night stand with a foreigner.

Kate: What are you talking about? Your imagination is running wild!

As I thanked him again, a mischievous look appeared on his face.

Roger: Oh yeah, I didn't say it was for free, you know? I need to get paid for helping you.

(Huh?)

Roger: What, I was thinking of going to the pub in town with Ellis and Jude. You're coming too.

Kate: Eh, right now? Whoa... wait a minute, Roger!

Roger: Ah~~ Delicious. The first sip of beer is like a shot of blood to the veins.

Ellis: Hehe, you say that every time, Roger.

Jude: That's not somethin' a doctor should say. Well, it can't be helped, since yer a quack.

(I ended up being brought to the pub before I knew it.)

(I noticed it before, but Roger is a bit... no, maybe quite forceful.)

On top of that, it's a mystery why Jude, who seems like he would refuse this kind of invitation, is sitting there with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Red-haired Clerk: Here you go. Fish and chips, bangers and mash, and...

Jude: How much did ya order? You ate a lot atta' social gatherin'.

Roger: When I nibble on fancy food bit by bit, I don't feel like I've eaten anything.

Ellis: Are you full, Jude? I can still eat more.

Jude: Are ya guys growin' children?

The three of them are talking like close friends...

Kate: Hehe...

I can't help but smile, and Roger narrows his eyes with a beer in one hand.

Roger: Huh, you can laugh like that after all.

Kate: Huh?

Roger: Haven't you noticed that you haven't laughed once since you became a Fairytale Keeper?

(Oh... huh? Ah, but it's true, I haven't... for the past week...)

Roger: You don't eat much. Even when you do, you look like you're chewing sand.

Roger: Maybe... or rather, did you not even notice it yourself?

(To keep the secret for a month as a Fairytale Keeper, to write down the evil in front of me.)

(In addition to that... the sudden appearance of Vogel.)

I was so focused on getting through all of that, I gradually stopped laughing, eating, and doing the normal things that are part of living.

Like a plant slowly withering away.

Roger: I understand that you have things to think about, things to worry about, and anxieties.

Roger: But that's when you need to take care of yourself. Eat, sleep, play, laugh, and recharge.

Roger: If you don't, you'll easily be swallowed by despair in this darkness, lil' lady.

Kate: ...!

Roger's words pierce my heart.

(That's right, I... why was I being so weak?)

No matter how much I struggle, the anxiety will never disappear until I safely escape from this darkness.

I know that... but.

(The only one who can truly protect me is me.)

(I will never lose. ...I must not lose.)

Kate: ...You're right. There's no time to be weak, no time to despair.

As if to shake off my past self... I stab the steaming aged meat in front of me with a fork and stuff my mouth full of it.

Kate: Mmm... delicious.

(...It feels like I'm tasting food properly for the first time in a while.)

(The fact that food tastes good, that I'm alive, is a very happy thing.)

Roger: ..........

Jude: Hey, yer eatin' the firs' bite without any hesitation.

Kate: Ah, I'm sorry! I got carried away.

Ellis: It's okay, Kate. This rock salt potato is also recommended, please try it.

Kate: Wow, this is delicious too! It goes well with the alcohol.

Roger: Oh, you're a bold drinker, lil' lady. Barman! Two more beers, please.

Barman: Alright, two large mugs of beer, coming right up!

The golden beer and the food are delicious, and the sound of people's laughter reaches my ears clearly tonight.

(...Ah, this is fun. I feel like I'm taking deep breaths for the first time in a while.)

(It was forceful, but I'm glad I accepted Roger's invitation...)

I don't know to what extent Roger's actions are calculated and to what extent they are out of kindness.

But it's an absolute fact that I was saved by his forceful actions tonight.

(Maybe Roger is a sensible and mature older brother after all.)

While thinking such things easily, I ended up drinking one after another, letting myself be carried away...

––I woke up on a fluffy bed.

(Huh... I was drinking at the pub last night, and then...)

In the lingering lethargy and drowsiness, I groped for the warm linen...

Kate: Hmm...? ...??

(Wha... I'm not wearing anything!?)

I hurriedly wrap myself in the linen, only my face peeking out.

...And then, I notice something familiar lying next to the pillow.

(...Glasses?)

The black-rimmed, intellectual-looking frames are definitely in my memory.

(These glasses, could they be...?)

The moment I pick them up and gasp, the bed creaks with a squeak-–.

Roger: Hey, glasses aren't toys... Here, give them back.

The glasses in my hand are snatched away, and when I look up, I see Roger, half-naked, leaning over me.

Kate: ...Wh-Why are you here, Roger...?

As I open my eyes wide, he gives a wry smile as if to say, "You're asking that now?"

Roger: After that, you passed out drunk, and I carried you back on my back.

Roger: And I brought you here, but you wouldn't let go of me.

His words imply that I was clinging to him, and regardless of the truth, my cheeks heat up.

(W-Wait, I was holding on to Roger?)

(And then... or rather, more importantly than that...)

My eyes wander busily over his thick chest and abs, exposed without reservation.

(T-This is too stimulating...)

(I don't know where to look.)

Not to mention his bare chest.

His strong arms peeking out from his shirt, the raised lines of his body from his thick neck to his broad shoulders, his toned waist.

(But he's as beautiful as a sculpture...)

Before I knew it, my eyes were tracing his supple skin.

His well-developed muscles easily betray his intellectual features, and the gap alone is enough to make me dizzy.

Roger: ...Not bad, being looked at with those eyes.

Kate: Eh!?

Roger gives a devilishly wicked smile.

It seems I was unconsciously staring at his body, and my cheeks flushed even more with embarrassment.

Kate: I-I'm sorry...

Roger: It's nothing, it's cute compared to yesterday.

Kate: Did I do something... yesterday?

Roger: "Something," huh?

Roger gently closes the distance and whispers, as if to drive the point home.

Roger: ...Ah, last night was quite hot, wasn't it, lil' lady?

(W-Wait... me, with Roger?)

Roger Barel - Chapter 2

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tyrantisterror · 2 months ago

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Wizard School Mysteries Book 3: Wicked Witchcraft Trivia

Wizard School Mysteries Book 3: Wicked Witchcraft has been out for three weeks now (in paperback and kindle formats), so it's time to continue an old tradition of mine. We're going to talk about slasher movies, faustian pacts, Halloween episodes, and lots and lots of spoilers, so dive in with me after the cut if you've read the book, won't you? WARNING: SPOILERS AHEAD!

General trivia:

I consider this entry the Wizard School Mysteries Halloween special - a spookier-than-normal adventure where our heroes encounter classic horror tropes and have to try and come out on top. I think it's probably going to be the book where the Scooby Doo influence on this series is most prominent - I definitely tried to play into it when designing the book's cover, which is meant to evoke the "Oh no the gang's being chased by the monster!" moments that happen at least once an episode.

As the cover also conveys, this book plays with Slasher tropes a lot as well. I talked about it in the forward a bit, but I do think Slasher films should be in the conversation when we talk about the Mystery Solving Teens genre, even if they're more of a deconstruction of the Mystery Solving Teens tropes than anything else - Mystery Failing Teens, if you will, since the teens in Slasher movies generally ignore all the clues they're given until it's far too late to stop the bad guy. I'm not the first to notice this overlap, as the countless "What if Jason murdered Mystery Inc?" jokes made over the years can attest (it's a Robot Chicken sketch, so you know it's a tired joke), but I thought it'd be interesting to let the crossover of these two genres play in the Teens' favor for once. This is less a story of Jason massacring the scoobies, and more of the scoobies outfoxing Jason.

More than that, though, it's a story of a Faustian pact. One of the things that came up in the research stage of me plotting out this series was the prevalence of devils in the magic traditions of European mythologies. There are a lot of mythic and folkloric wizards whose power is explicitly derived from Satan and his cohorts - even Merlin, in some versions of Arthuriana, is sometimes tied to devilry, with these versions claiming his magic powers and poor moral compass are a result of his father being the Devil himself. And a lot of folkloric demons have a long list of subjects they can teach the people who summon them, which often include types of magic. So while I didn't want all my wizards to get magic from the devil, I thought it'd be interesting to have at least one story arc focus on the devil's role as a teacher - and that aligned with one of my other goals for this series, which was using the wizard school setting as a way to critique real world education problems. What would the devil's education equate to in our modern world? Well, I think an unpaid internship qualifies quite well - he'll pay you in experience, you just have to give him everything you have and then some! And since Gretchen Pappenheimer is the most mad-scientist-y of our meddlesome youths, it only made sense to me that she'd be our unfortunate Faust figure, trapped into a soul-degrading internship by a choice made in innocence of how bad the world can be.

If you look on the publishing info page, you may spy a reference to Michael Jackon and/or Lemon Demon's magnum opus, Spirit Phone!

Chapter 1

Ok, now that we've got the general stuff out of the day, let's go chapter by chapter. I've been reading a lot more manga lately, and one thing that I've found really endearing is the recap page a lot of manga come with after the first volume or so - a brief little summary of the plot so far as well as a list of the main characters (with pictures attached, obviously) and one sentence long descriptions of their personalities. It's not something that's crucial for Wizard School Mysteries to have, necessarily - this is a series that really needs to be read in order, so someone jumping in with book 3 isn't going to have a great time, recap page or no - but given how long the gap between each book's publication is, it could be useful for old readers to be reminded of key plot points before they dive in, and it was fun to make.

While discussing Francane's odd customs that require the differences between family connected by blood vs. family connected by marriage or adoption, Margot relates how the custom was started by a former queen named Ella, whose contentious relationship with her step-family inspired the law. This, of course, would be Midgaheim's Cinderella - and likewise, the Duchess who made strict laws about the care and storage of spindles, Briar Rose, would be Midgaheim's Sleeping Beauty. One of the fun things about making a big multi-mythology crossover is thinking of the consequences of all these stories interacting with their big, dramatic endings - how happily ever after might plant the seeds of new conflicts later on.

There may or may not be some references to the opening number of Beauty and the Beast in the description of Margot and James entering the provincial town of Champagen.

Just as Margot d'Francane's name is a reference to Marie de France (among other things), who is perhaps my favorite medieval writer, Margot's adoptive father/guardian also takes his name from a medieval French writer I love, though his is more obvious. That's right, the blacksmith Creten Detrois is named after the Arthurian Ballad writer Cretien de Troyes.

Creten giving James the protective father third degree is based a bit on my own real life experience. A friend and I were making a day trip to one of Michigan's oldest cemeteries, and when I went to pick her up for it her dad started grilling me, and only halfway through I realized he thought I was taking his daughter out on a date. It was a bit weird and tense but also oddly affirming in a way? I thought it might be nice for James to have the same experience, especially given how the scene for James ends with Creten offering to help "make a man" out of him - a goal James is very much interested in reaching.

One of the subtler traumas of college, in my experience, is how impermanent the concept of "home" becomes when you're at it. I moved to and from so many different residences during my five years of undergraduate work - dormitories, townhouses, apartments, there was at least one big move a year. And when I went back to visit my folks, I was always astounded by how much my town seemed to be changing while I was away - even Home with a capital H was changing while I was away. Ivan's trauma in chapter 1 is sort of a worst case scenario of that - he comes home from his first year of college to find he's not only been evicted, but that the house he lived in has literally been removed brick by brick, with all his possessions sold off.

One of my goals with this series is to try and put some mystique back into how wizards are perceived. A lot of media in the post-Henry Pansley fantasy landscape treats wizards as, like, just normal people who happen to have magic powers in the same way that we happen to have smart phones. Personally, my preference is for the Tolkien style wizards - whether it's Gandalf, Saruman, or the underdeveloped ones, a wizard should feel like An Event when they arrive. They're still a person, yes, but they live in and operate on such a different level of existence from most people that even a casual interaction with them can have big consequences. Rodrigo's curse on Ivan's village is one of my attempts to drive that home - we spend a lot of time with these wizard kids, so it's good to remind the audience that, as human and goofy as they are, they still command a terrifying and awe-inspiring power over magic. In Rodrigo's case, he got to be the mysterious spellcaster who shows up one day to deliver poetic justice to a town full of shitty people, like in a fairy tale.

The concept of a luck child - i.e. the 7th son of a 7th son being gifted with impossibly good luck and a grand destiny - is a folklore trope, and as with Margot's bit in this chapter, we get to explore the social ramifications of that folklore trope being a real, tangible, proven trend in this universe. When you take into account the fact that real-world medieval nobles were already obsessed with gaining and retaining power and wealth through their children, and then add the fact that having a seventh son of a seventh son would guarantee wealth and prestige, and you get Rodrigo's situation, where his parents REALLY want him to have at least seven kids so that one of them could push their family to new heights.

One of the things I try to avoid in my writing is the "forgotten fallen friend" trope, i.e. having a character in a serialized story who dies in a big, dramatic, story-changing manner in one installment, only to have the narrative completely forget about them in all the subsequent installments. This trope isn't necessarily a flaw/bad writing - characters are tools for the narrative to use, and once they've served their intended purpose, you are fully within your rights to discard them for the sake of keeping things trim and tidy. That said, though, there's nothing wrong about finding new uses for a tool you didn't initially intend it for - and I think that a serialized mystery story actually benefits from trying to avoid treating its cast as disposable. If you try to keep a lot of your characters around and treat them as valuable, even if they're minor, then the audience is less likely to have a "Well, obviously the new defense against the dark arts teacher is either the new bad guy this book or one of the victims of the new bad guy" moment. And a coming of age story definitely benefits from this kind of care, as the whole point of coming of age tales is to show the weight of the events that help the protagonist(s) grow up. All this preamble is to say that Polybeus bringing up Gabriev in this chapter isn't just "fanservice" or whatever - for Poly, Gabriev is still haunting the narrative, his ghost hanging over all of Polybeus's actions as he tries to process how Gabriev's death has affected him.

Serena's family is singing "The Irish Ballad" by Tom Lehrer, which I heartily recommend you look up the lyrics to and/or give it a listen. It's in the public domain like all of Tom Lehrer's music, and there's many good performances of it on youtube!

Chapter 2

Margot discovering Helseng, and subsequently arguing with James about him keeping the prophecy secret, are playful jab at the Persona games that serve as WSM's biggest influence. See, in those games the meddling kids have big supernatural plots to deal with, but the player character also has their own secret supernatural subplot that's known only to themselves - namely, their growing relationship with/mentorship by the strange inhabitants of a pocket dimension called the Velvet Room, which itself is a way to explain and explore the mechanics of the game in a way that still more or less makes sense in-universe. The player character is the only one who knows about the Velvet room because the player is the only one who can actually determine how to play the game, and thus their avatar is the only character who needs to explore those mechanics. But, from a narrative perspective, it is kind of weird that you and your friends are solving a supernatural mystery, but there's one huge supernatural thing going on that you never tell them about. The games usually have at least one moment poking fun at this, and Persona 5 subverts that separation in a really compelling way, but there's room to do more with it. And since Wizard School Mysteries is a novel series rather than an RPG, there's no reason I have to stick by the trope at play here. So yeah, our hero's secret benefactor gets found out in book 3 out of 8, and he gets (rightfully) chewed out for keeping it a secret.

In slasher movie fashion, our mystery opens with two young adults getting killed off. Now, you might be looking at the names Donnie Stoat and Hermia Ranchere and thinking to yourself, "Wait a minute, something funny is going on here." Well, here, I'll help you figure out what that funny thing is by pointing out the pattern they're a part of. See, in book 1, one of the victims of the fair folk abduction scheme was Nigel Wydbutock, a boy with an exceedingly British-sounding first name that starts with an N and ends with an L sound, and whose last name, "wide buttock," could also be parsed as, say, "fat ass," or if that's too vulgar, "long bottom." We find out later in this book Nigel did not survive his kidnapping, RIP. In book 2, we heard a story about how a student named Henry Pansley (Henry being a name that can be shortened to, among other things, "Harry" or "Hal," and "Pansley" containing the word "pan," which of course is something like a pot) accidentally killed his competitor in a wizard duel by summoning a deadly snake into the fight. Said competitor was named Wyver Wickam - Wyver being the word "wyvern," itself a synonym for the word "dragon," minus the last letter, which would make it similar to Draco, which is the word "drakon," itself an archaic synonym for the word "dragon," minus the last letter, and Wickham having the syllable "Wick," as in "wicked," which would be like having a last name with the syllable "Mal," as in "Malevolent" or "Malice." And here we have Donnie Stoat - Donnie short for Donald, a stoat being a sort of weasel - and Hermia Ranchere - Hermia being a sort of old-sounding but pleasant lady's name, and Ranch being akin to a Grange - getting the axe. What's the pattern, you might ask? Well, all these characters have silly names, that's the pattern you goof!

Chapter 3

If you read this book in one go (or at least read chapters 2 and 3 right after each other), then you'll hopefully notice that we cut directly from our mysterious killer swinging his blade down on his first victims to a blade cutting through meat in a more innocuous setting, itself a classic horror movie visual that I'm pretty proud of working out how to do in print, thank you very much.

May Shade is named after the titular monster from "The Vampire's Ghost," a somewhat obscure 1958 novelty song that I found on a Halloween playlist ages ago and remain very charmed by. I think there's humor to be had in the fact that the song that inspired her had her winning her soul from a man trying to take it through a high stakes cards game - after all, that's what Wizard School Mysteries itself is in the end.

The coven Gretchen is working plays with various tropes about witch trios in fiction, with there being a young pretty one, a plump motherly one, and a scary old one - i.e. the Maid, the Matron, and the Crone, a trinity called the Three Faces of Eve which shows up in a LOT of European mythologies and literature. Hecate, the Gray Sisters, the Fates, the Norns, the Morrigan, the Weird Sisters from Macbeth, it's a very well-worn trope.

Their names are all shortened from words related to their core sin, Sloth: Inak (inaction), Idel (Idleness), and Indol (Indolence). This extends to the name of their coven itself - Letharg as in Lethargy. The fact that their names are interchangeable and easily confused is also intentional, since ultimately they're all just variations on the same nasty person - sure, Idel is more needlessly aggressive, Indol more prone to sleazy flattery, and Inak is more serious and threatening, but at the end of the day they're more or less one awful, abusive monster.

The obscure Tarot arcana for the coven is The Fates, an alternate name for The Wheel of Fortune. Oh, hey, The Fates are one of those Three Faces of Eve examples too, what are the odds!

We get to meet the Mephistopheles to Gretchen's Dr. Faust here, and his name is Stinkbaby. There are two reasons for this obviously ludicrous name: first, imps in my setting are always saddled with ugly, common-sounding names in the style of the demons from The Screwtape Letters. Second, Stinkbaby takes the form of a cat, and any cat owner will tell you that cats always earn at least one pejorative nickname that's nonetheless said with great love and affection. "Stinkbaby" exists in the middle chunk of the Venn Diagram of "plausible Screwtape Letters OC names" and "mean nicknames for when your beloved pet cat is being a little shit."

I do a lot of references to dialogue in things I like when I write that I then forget about doing when trying to think up trivia sections like this, which I mention because there's one from this chapter I remember only because one of my editor's pointed it out to me. When Stinkbaby, the unimposing inhuman creature that's summoned from another world to tempt Gretchen to sin, arrives, he tells her that he's her "servant, friend, and willing slave," which is a reference to the song "Feed Me! (Git It?)" from Little Shop of Horrors, which is my favorite musical of all time and probably my favorite riff on the Faust story in all of fiction, both of which are high praise.

Unlike the protagonists of certain other wizard school stories, Gretchen's reaction to being given a creature that vocally professes its desire to be her slave is "Oh no" rather than "Sweet, I'm gonna tell it to make me a sandwich," and she maintains this position through the whole story, rather than coming around to say "Actually having a whole race of beings who want to be our slaves kicks ass, I was wrong!" She has and maintains this position because I thought about this plot point for more than five seconds, which I presume the writer of a certain other wizard school story did not do.

One of the other imps is named "Pussbucket" after my favorite example of "replacement for a swear word that sounds worse than the swear word" in fiction, i.e. when Peter Venkman says "Mother... Pussbucket!" in Ghostbusters when actor Bill Murray clearly wanted to say "Mother fucker!" Pussbucket is just such a wonderfully gross phrase, we should say it more to express contempt.

The four imps of the Letharg coven are all common familiar choices. We have a cat and a toad (the two familiars mentioned by the Weird Sisters in Macbeth), a rat, and a goat (a la Black Phillip from The VVitch). I wanted that authentic medieval witchcraft vibe, and figured covering the bases here would help with it.

There might be a subconscious influence from Sabrina the Teenage Witch here - while I didn't have the show in mind while writing this at all, as I write this trivia it strikes me that I did watch a lot of that show, and well... Salem is kind of a shining example of a sarcastic feline witch's familiar, isn't he?

After playing Slasher movie tropes pretty firmly with his teaser introduction in chapter 2, we completely break the rules of that genre with Buddy's more proper introduction here, presenting him in a very human and frail way that would be counter-intuitive to how a Slasher movie functions, especially this early in the plot. Which is, of course, entirely the point - this is not going to be a "meddling kids get slaughtered by the Slasher villain" story, where the lighter genre is overridden by the darker one it's crossing paths with. Instead, it's the Slasher genre whose tropes will buckle and sway under the weight of the lighter Mystery Solving Teens story they've wandered into. Jason's not cutting off Scooby Doo's head here - he's being fed soup by a plucky nerd and her sarcastic talking cat.

We also see the Faust narrative breaking here, as Gretchen, faced with every reason to indulge in vices, remains true to her morals anyway, much to her tempter's frustration. That's ultimately our villains' problem in this book - they're in the wrong genre!

Chapter 4

Like the one literary vampire who towers above all, May Shade tells her mortal acquaintance to "enter freely of your own will and leave some of the happiness you bring!"

James thinking vampires would look more decayed/rotten than May does is my nod to the fact that most European folklore vampires weren't as well preserved as modern vamps are - when a person in the middle ages writes about a "walking corpse," they're not talking about the kind that's been pumped full of preservatives to keep it from curdling like sour milk a few hours after death. May is lucky to be a vampire inspired by the more modern takes, but as we'll see later in the book, that's not universally true for all the different types of vampires in Midgaheim.

I hope the joke of May Shade, a vampire, saying that the name Helseng (Helsing) "doesn't ring a bell" lands with you. "Van Helsing? Never heard of 'em," is a funny thing for a vampire to say in my personal opinion.

There's also a bit of irony in May, a vampire, coming to (a) Helseng's (Helsing's) defense. But hopefully it's not too surprising - vampires, especially the shapeshifting kind like May, would know too well how it feels to be a creature that has to disguise their true nature among people in order to interact with them.

You know how in the fourth Henry Pansley story he's forced to participate in a big life-threatening tournament against his will, yet still inexplicably goes out of his way to try and win each challenge just because people pressure him into it? Yeah, James Chaucer wouldn't put up with that shit. He would throw every event that didn't involve saving people's lives, just beef it entirely on purpose while flipping people the bird. One thing I wanted to make clear about him is that helping people and unraveling evil plots is something James chooses to do, regardless of whether or not someone else told him to do so first - even when it comes to Helseng's prophecy, recall that James was given the prophecy ONLY when he confirmed he wanted to hear it. That's why Gernderf's RA plot succeeds in snaring him where previous attempts failed - James isn't motivated by "Go beat up this guy because I told you he's bad," but "These people need help and you might be the only one who can do it for them" might just work.

Ladislava "Good Lad" Chopin is our Temperance Arcana, and like many of the Arcana characters in this series she doesn't quite embody the full nature of her card yet. It's a shame for her that the Heavenly Virtue that remained in the Tarot arcana was Temperance instead of Diligence, because she'd have the latter in the bag easily. Temperance, however, she struggles with, although in the opposite direction than most stories might go - rather than being someone who pursues pleasure over necessity, she's someone who over-works instead, which was a fatal flaw that too many I knew in college suffered from (myself included at least a few times). It's kind of easy to recognize when you're slacking off and letting your responsibilities slide, even if you don't want to do anything about it - but it's a lot harder, in my experience, to realizing you're working yourself to exhaustion and heaping unhealthy amounts of stress on yourself trying to live up to an impossible standard. So, for the sake of overachievers like my past self, let's hope Lad listens to the good advice of her friends and stops overworking herself... and that James realizes that his advice should also apply to himself, honestly, and also to Gretchen, and... look maybe a LOT of people deserve to give themselves a few more breaks, actually.

Chapter 5

The title of this chapter is, obviously, a medieval-ish riff on Friday the 13th and its many sequels.

Ok, so, obviously Buddy isn't just a riff on slashers in general, but Jason Voorhees specifically - his first kill is even by a lake. One of the reasons Jason is my favorite of the Big Name slashers is that he has so much pathos in his backstory, even if the nature of his genre keeps that from being explored in any amount of depth. Here's a person with the mind of a child and the body of a monster, who suffered a near-death experience at the hands of negligent childcare providers, who witnessed his mother being decapitated for trying to avenge his supposed death, and who has dedicated his life to making sure that no other kids or mothers die to that same negligence, to the point where he rises from the grave to keep up that crusade. That's honestly deeply tragic, and in any other horror genre it'd be ripe for exploring in depth. There's potential in Jason to be as complicated and melancholy a figure as the Frankenstein monster or the Phantom of the Opera, but because Slasher movies are built to be focused on hedonistic thrills and catharsis, all that tragedy is little more than flavoring for violent set pieces. But if you took that same character concept and put it into a different genre, well, you'd have a character who's not really Jason Voorhees anymore, but explores what Jason could be, and I think that's fun.

Buddy's stock slasher powers of nigh-invulnerability and tendency to teleport to where the story needs him to be to surprise the audience and menace his victims work pretty well with the stock abilities of ghost, I feel.

Buddy's first fight with the Youths is meant to show that, for all the maddening power they have at their disposal, they're still vulnerable - hopefully without feeling too cheap, either. I wanted this fight to illustrate why Occult and Arcane powers differ - the youths keep using attacks that damage physical matter, but Buddy, by dint of being a ghost, can weather that pretty easily. You can't kill what's already dead, and you can't trap something in a crystal if it can easily phase through walls and other physical barriers.

His clash with Margot, specifically, is meant to be a sly nod to Freddy vs. Jason - a big, masked monster with a cleaver-bladed sword clashing with someone who has a glove tipped with metal claws and an association with fire.

Oh hey, Margot used another one liner her friends suggested in The Meddlesome Youths! Guess that just leaves Gretchen's suggestion of "Abra ca-fuck you!"

Kane Hodder, the actor who played Jason the most times, was adamant that Jason doesn't hurt animals or kids, and Buddy takes that rule to a logical (in my mind) extreme - namely that, as an undead brute with the mind of a child, he thinks big animals are really cool, which is why his first instinct when confronted by a fire-breathing dragon is to try and pet it.

Chapter 6

Gretchen giving Buddy a name, and this in turn being the key to breaking him free of the coven, has a sort of metatextual layer to it. See, Jason Voorhees and his predecessor, Michael Myers, were made in the mold of the anonymous killers of early slasher/exploitation horror films. No one remembers the name of the killers in Pieces or Black Christmas, because their names aren't important - their personalities aren't important, because, despite being mundane human killers, they aren't characters in the narrative so much as forces of conflict, being less humanized than monsters like Dracula or Frankenstein. Jason and Michael were meant to work that way too, but the combination of names, iconic costume designs, and backstories with actual pathos made them both into characters despite the intention not to do so. And both franchises realized this and tried to swerve away from it, each trying to get rid of their iconic slashers with an entry that shifted to a different killer - and in each case, audiences hated those attempts and demanded they get their beloved slasher characters back. A name, iconic look, and backstory kept Jason from being a truly inhuman killer and made him irreplaceable - so too does it give Buddy more humanity than his in-universe creators intended.

The description of Marquise Shax provided by Serena's library book is adapted from his entry in The Lesser Key of Solomon, with a few additions to make his relevance to this story more obvious. The dramatic irony of Serena figuring out the devil behind the Letharg coven well before getting any proof of his involvement is hopefully pretty juicy.

The mcguffin Lord Dhenregirr is looking for in this book, the Eye of Errgonogad, is named after The Eye of Argon, one of the most notoriously bad fantasy books ever written. The titular eye of argon was a "red emerald," which, given the fact that Lord Dhenregirr is a very loose parody of Voldemort, would make the Eye of Errgonogad a loose equivalent of the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone. Poor bastard's three books into this series and he still hasn't gotten the first book's mcguffin.

James calling Dhenregirr's crew the "bone brigade" is a reference to the I Think You Should Leave skit about Ebeneezer Scrooge fighting evil skeletons from the Christmas Waaaaay Future. Frickin' Bonies!

It's kind of funny that Lord Dhenregirr gives James a concise and informative lesson on necromancy - a topic that the AAAM purposely refuses to cover - in the ruins of a near identical castle to the AAAM, while sitting in a throne made of broken podiums. Probably means nothing.

Chapter 7

I'm not sure if people caught Polybeus's many ignored attempts to flirt with Gretchen in the first two books, but they were there! His one-sided crush was based on the popular fan-interpretation of Wyver Wickham Draco Malfoy having a crush on Hermia Ranchere Hermione - and, like most elements of the Henry Pansley stories I homaged in WSM, I was more inspired by the Very Potter Musical parody take than the actual text of the Terf Queen's books.

I want every book in this series to have at least one chapter that's basically a stupid adventure college kids would get up to if they had magic. The first book had kids riding a magic carpet off a roof, the second had the needlessly gendered night out, and this one has the magic school equivalent of urban exploring: seeking out and making a daytrip to the land of the dead.

The shades in the land of the dead are inspired by the blood-sucking ghosts of the same name from Homer's The Odyssey and, you know, by extension Greek Mythology in general. The revenants are there because I love Romero-style shambling zombies, and also because I wanted to establish in-universe that James had a good reason to think vampires were often more corpse-y than May Shade.

Chapter 8

Readers of No Sympathies might recognize some familiar elements in Stinkbaby's description of Hell. Yep, it's the same Hell alright!

The punishment dolled out by Dis, the circle of Lust, is based on the Twilight Zone episode "A Nice Place to Visit."

This is the second WSM book to include a paraphrase from Wizard People, Dear Reader, and that paraphrase happens in this very chapter! Can you find it?

I would like it on the record that I debated very intensely with myself about whether or not to show the transphobia of the Letharg coven in their treatment of Gretchen, up to and including getting one of my trans friends to look it over as a sensitivity reader. The intent was not to be exploitative, but rather to 1. show how the coven will jump on any reason they can find to dehumanize Gretchen so they can feel justified exploiting her, and 2. to make it abundantly clear that yes, Gretchen IS trans, since apparently some readers were in doubt about this during the first two books. I also think that, in our current climate, there is something very topical about an all-female organization that claims to empower its members actually preying upon the youth. The coven are, more or less, trans-exclusive radical feminists.

It's hard to make it clear in text, but my fancast for minor character Professor Romero Medina is Vincent Price.

Perhaps you've noticed that the staff of the AAAM seem much less callous towards students in this book than they did in the first. That was intentional! In my personal experience, your first year of college is kind of isolating - most of the gen ed classes you'll be taking are big lecture halls filled with hundreds of kids, and the professors cannot devote themselves to every student to the degree that public school teachers can as a result, which makes them seem like they don't care about you. The fact that college teachers aren't penalized for students failing to the same degree as public school teachers also adds to this - a public school teacher HAS to try and intervene when a student is floundering in their class (or at least fake it enough to keep plausible deniability) or they'll face severe consequences, while college professors don't really - pass or fail, the college has your money already, so it's on YOU to care about your success. But just because college professors don't have those public school incentives to care doesn't mean they won't - as I went on in my college career, I met plenty of professors who did care a lot, who looked out for me and reached out to try and help me succeed (and more than a few who tried to sway me to major in their subject instead of the one I was already pursuing - I had one teacher who REALLY wanted me to become a linguist, and to be fair, I did name one of WSM's most prominent teachers after two linguistic terms). Romero Medina enters the scene seeming like he'll be cold and cruel, and narrative convention makes us fear he has some bad news for Gretchen, but instead we're surprised that he's actually here to try and give her a break. The system may not incentivize kindness, but that doesn't mean kindness isn't there regardless.

On a lighter note, acting like complete jackasses with your friends in the college cafeterias is ALSO based on my personal college experiences.

Most of the RA requests are references to fantasy media, some very popular, some obscure. Can you figure them out?

The student who fucked up twisting time and space and ended up a desiccated corpse is not a reference to anything, he's just a fun reminder that Magic Can Fucking Kill You.

Loxy Reynard exists because, as the age of the internet well and truly proves, if you could magically modify your appearance, some people WILL choose to be furries, and to deny this is to deny the truth of humanity. As for why she dealt with pervert toilets...

The "wildman" student is a Sasquatch, specifically. What's he doing in Midgaheim? That's his business. What are you, a cop?

Buddy's first words to James being "Ki... ki... ma... ma..." is a reference to the classic music sting of the Friday the 13th franchise - while people often write it out as "ch ch ch ah ah ah," it's actually "ki ki ki ma ma ma," and is meant to be a sort of ghostly version of Pamela Voorhees's madness mantra of "Kill them, mommy, kill them!" Kill kill kill, mom mom mom

When you have the chance to make a gargoyle and a Jason Voorhees knockoff fight, you fucking take it.

Chapter 9

If you've been paying attention, you might have noticed a slowly growing subplot that the homunculi servants of the AAAM might not be treated well. The next book is going to deal with this in earnest, and if you're worried, please no the solution won't be "Hermione shut up no one cares, they like being slaves anyway."

Mordobearns are not a pre-existing mythological entity, but rather a TT original creation. Their name is a sloppy portmanteau of the Old English words for "death" and "child" - literal Murder Babies. That's a good enough name for a species of Jason Voorhees ripoffs.

Everyone's disgust at what's involved in creating a mordobearn hopefully underlines the pathos inherent to characters like Jason and Buddy that's so often ignored. Like, if you actually stop to think about it, they're very much victims in this too!

Stinkbaby's big out-of-body experience with Gretchen is a reference to Faust - specifically the scenes where Mephistopheles shows Dr. Faust the natural world, and in particular the versions where he shows Faust the planets. I like that scene because it shows why all demons in the Ars Goetia and the like would have "can teach various earth sciences to the summoner" in their list of skills. My take is also sort of a subversion of that scene, though - where Mephistopheles showed Faust the universe to ensure the doctor would succumb to temptation, here Stinkbaby, who is accidentally being tempted to do good by Gretchen's continued kindness, shows her the universe in an attempt to comfort her and strengthen her resolve.

Chapter 10

The title of this chapter is a riff on "The Man Behind the Mask," a rock song that was specifically written about/for Jason Voorhees himself.

So, ok, on one level the way the youths convince Buddy to stand down is a meta-commentary on the way the character he's inspired by is shackled by genre conventions - the pathos is there, but he's kept from embracing it, and thus we don't get to explore it, because the demands of his creators and their plans for him to be their killing machine keep him chained away from character growth. By focusing on the pathos built into his character and removing the constraints of the spell that made him (i.e. the Slasher genre), our slasher is free to be Buddy.

This is also very much a Persona 4 kind of climactic scene - the big bad villain has a final stand with our plucky heroes, who've learned his tactics and figured out how to get past his strengths so they can talk him down, at which point the "villain" exposes their vulnerabilities and realizes they don't have to be a monster they thought they were doomed to be. Again, in a meta context, this is redemption by way of genre change - the slasher wandered into a mystery solving teens story and ended up getting the psychiatric help he needed.

Chapter 11

God it was fun to write a demon fucking shit up again.

There were a number of reasons I chose Shax for this book, but one of them was that I wanted to draw a Skeksi-ish monster, and his description made me think he'd fit the bill.

Originally Shax was planned to be from Gehenna, i.e. the ring of sloth, since the extended metaphor of the conflict here is "unpaid student internships = a Faustian bargain," and the core evil at the heart of real life unpaid internships is very much sloth. A company has a bunch of mindless grunt work to do, and rather than pay someone a decent wage to do it, they trick gullible young people into doing it for free under the lie that it will give them valuable knowledge about their chosen field and help them get a better job later on. But, like, it's not just sloth, is it? If it was just laziness, people might, like, notice and get the law to do something to stop it. No, the reason this practice stays around is because it also gives a financial incentive to employers who use it - the free labor allows them to pinch some valuable pennies to pass up to the CEOs, after all. Sloth may be the main sin at the heart of unpaid internships, but Greed is what facilitates them and makes them a sustainable act of cruelty. So it is in Gretchen's pact - the deal may have been brokered by Slothful humans and masterminded by a high ranking demon of Sloth, but it takes a demon of Greed (and several of his own underpaid henchmen) to actually make the scheme work.

Chapter 12

I enjoyed writing the conversation about culturally specific psychopomps in this chapter. I think it's neat that so many cultures not only decided there must be a life after death, but that there'd also be at least one guy whose main purpose was to help you find your way around there. I also think psychopomps just make for inherently interesting characters - like the devil, they personify something humans naturally obsess over, in this case being the most primal fear of all creatures. How you personify that concept says a lot about you and your view of the world, in my opinion. It's always fertile story-telling ground.

See, I told you Gabriev was haunting the narrative!

He's not the only one, either. James hasn't forgotten Laurel Creusa, despite only knowing her for the span of one short conversation. Again, just because a character served their intended purpose for the narrative doesn't mean that has to be the ONLY purpose they can serve.

Insert joke about me airing my infatuation with Hela on tumblr here

Chapter 13

I had a LOT of fun working with the blending of the different mythological afterlifes in this book - a Christian demon haggling with Norse and Greco-Roman death gods for a mortal soul in a bureaucratic clusterfuck is just so amusing to me. Poor bastard can't get his damned soul through customs!

The title of this chapter is a play on The Devil and Daniel Webster, and in turn a play on the many parodies of/homages to that play, such as The Devil and Daniel Mouse. The plot of this chapter is a riff on it too, actually - our heroes organize a trial for their friend's soul, with all sorts of supernatural creatures providing the rest of the court staff.

And we get the reveal of Helseng's true nature as an Angel of Death!

Her Tarot Arcana is very fitting, no?

If you look closely at the cover of this book, you might spot Helseng's true self hiding in the trees. You didn't even know you were looking at a spoiler the whole time, did you?

Her full/true name, Helsengel, has two layers to it. First, it ends in "el," which is true of most Abrahamic angel names, and basically means her name ends in "of God." For example, Archangel Michael's name can be translated as "Gift of God." Of course, "Helseng" doesn't mean anything in particular, so her name is just "Helseng of God," which is pretty funny - but when you say her name out loud, it sort of sounds like "Hell's Angel," which isn't really meaningful for Helseng (she is, despite appearances, very much an angel of Heaven - though I suppose her work as a psychopomp requires her to deliver some clients to Hell every now and then), but is a fun little thing to note.

Helsengel specifies that she is a "blue death" for a number of metanarrative reasons in addition to just the in-story need for exposition about how diverse psychopomps in this setting are. Ok, so: the main inspiration for this series, the Persona game series, has a recurring supernatural figure named Igor who helps the protagonist of each game deal with the various supernatural bullshit on their plate. Igor lives in "the velvet room," which changes its appearance and style to fit each game's theme, but always has a monochromatic blue color scheme. This is a reference to Edgar Allen Poe's The Masque of the Red Death (which, unrelatedly, is my favorite of Poe's stories), and not the only one the Persona game series makes for that. In The Masque of the Red Death, the titular masque takes place in a castle with several themed rooms, each of which has a monochromatic color scheme. The blue room is the first, followed by purple, green, orange, white, violet, and finally, breaking the scheme, a black room with red trimmings lit by red light. The red death, meanwhile, is a plague, but also is personified in the play as a very grim psychopomp, which deals a fatal justice to the corrupt partiers after being exposed in the black and red rood. When Roger Corman adapted this story into a feature film, one idea he incorporated was that the other room colors ALSO had a plague/psychopomp associated with them, showing up at the end to talk with the Red Death before going off to their business. So Helseng, who fills Igor's role as the helper of the protagonist in WSM, doesn't quite have a velvet room of her own, but she does make reference to The Masque of the Red Death by being the (or rather a - there are too many people, and too many psychopomps, for Helseng to be the ONLY one in this world) Blue Death to the Masque's Red.

Keen-eyed readers who've seen the colored Tarot cards might notice something about Gretchen's illustration now:

Who is the mysterious Archduchess of Gehenna? Hmm, seems like a mystery. At wizard school, no less.

In my little mythos, Pyschopomps/angels of death like Helseng are specifically considered angels of Diligence, the Heavenly Virtue that is considered the counterpart and antithesis to the Deadly Sin of Sloth. Because psychopomps have a LOT of work on the mortal plane to do, you see - as Discworld's personification of Death would note, they're all about The Duty. Now, notably, Ignorance, i.e. the failure to learn important information that could help yourself and others due to one's own choice not to put the effort in, is considered a sin of sloth. What is the antithesis of Ignorance, then? Well, I think one would argue it's Education. And so we have two big forces controlling this narrative behind the scenes: an angel of Diligence, and a demon of Sloth... or, perhaps, a champion of Education vs. a villain of Ignorance. (I probably shouldn't spell out my themes like this - takes the fun away from other people - but I've been hiding this plot development since before the first book came out, allow me to gush).

Also, given that Temperance is one of the major arcana, and an early Tarot set also included Charity in the roster, I wonder if all the seven heavenly virtues were in the game at one point - and for that matter, maybe the sins were too? Something to ponder.

Gretchen finally figuring out the HRT spell and revealing her face for the first time hit me hard when I wrote it - fully had me crying while typing, truly embarrassing. Hopefully it landed well for you too!

Chapter 14

After all the shit he's gone through, I can think of no child who deserves to get to routinely ride a dragon than Buddy.

More seriously: my dad pointed out to me that a common trend in movies aimed at kids for my generation and those after it was the young protagonist getting to ride some sort of big, flying creature. You have the kid riding Marahute the eagle in Rescuers Down Under, Henry Pansley riding a hippogriff in the third Herbie Porber movie (you know, the third entry in that wizard school series that was oddly spookier than the rest), Hiccup riding Toothless, etc. It's a pretty striking visual thrill for kids, isn't it? I thought it'd be nice to give it to Buddy to show that despite everything, he's gonna be ok.

A recurring trend of Gretchen's life before this book is people reaching out to her and her attempting to push them away out of the joint fear that 1. they're only pretending to like her and secretly hate her and 2. they only like her because she's accidentally tricked them into thinking she's a good person. As of the end of this book, she's finally accepting that people may genuinely like her and allowing herself to be loved, which is why it was important to me to bring back the subplot of the book club that wanted her to join. She's letting people love her - she's no longer afraid to show her face. Gretchen's going to be ok.

If you're wondering why most and possibly all of my Meddlesome Youths have intense self loathing and anxiety about not being worth a damn as human beings, well... that's certainly not based on my own psychological problems. Certainly not. I don't have imposter syndrome, no sir.

Keep an eye on that Ikarus Dactylus. A kid like that is liable to reach heights we've never hope to achieve. I mean, he stopped the dark lord from getting the philosopher's stone - err, Eye of Errgonogad!

And so we end with Rodrigo and Ivan about to pursue career paths, James and pals set to figure out whether the homunculi are being exploited, and Gernderf and James understanding each other better while still lying to each other's faces. There are still more mysteries to solve - good thing we have five more books!

#Wizard School Mysteries

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ezralva · 7 months ago

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Unpopular opinions but from what I've seen around since ppl predicting his death, most of Choso's fans still got so hung up on that 2 panels of Yuki's last words in the past that they perhaps skipped the fact that neither Choso, Yuuji, nor everyone afterward nor the narrative until this very chapter ever touched on the subject whether Choso is a human or a curse even matters, it's just figurative speech back then to justify that Choso deserved to live beside Yuuji, as long as the latter allowed, which Yuuji did.

Most of the arguments I saw was that if Choso died then Yuki's sacrifice was for nothing. Imo that's more of a 'You' problem, depending on how one wants to interpret it. This 'black and white' separation is clearly just more important for the fans but actually not so much in the narrative for the arcs afterward.

Let's be more objective with what happened after chapter 208 and it's the fact that we never saw Choso or anyone ever hinted a scene afterward whether that statement (of his identity) is important anymore beyond that arc as Choso never referred to himself as either or shown that he was in any dilemma anymore due to it. Or that his still being a half-curse standing between the sorcerers ever became a problem or caused a rift amongst them. Readers should start admitting that literally no one in JJK after chapter 208 ever brought that topic again of what Choso is or cares about it. Choso was given the chance (and also a confident boost) to be with Yuuji and Yuuji allowed it so he took that. For others, the only thing that matters to them is that he's siding with Yuji and thus with them. The next thing we knew, the narrator referred to him as one of the sorcerers. We saw him smiling and standing naturally among the entourage who cheered for Gojo's last battle, the guy he tried to kill before. Other characters refer to him as just 'Choso'. Choso only cares that he is Yuuji's big brother that needs to protect him, not what he is now that he sided with the sorcerers. Yuuji himself is also a half-curse now so that's the more reason for Choso not to care abt what he is, not when his last little brother is finally the same as him.

Even in this chapter when Choso said 'I need to apologize to Tsukumo too', there's still no flashback to that 1 scene because it was preceded by Yuuji reminding him that it's not an enough reason for him to disappear after Yuuji became strong and is immediately followed by, 'Yuuji, I'm sorry for leaving you again'.

To me this is more referring to Yuki's words at the bar when she said "but if you die, he'll be alone again" and the fact that Yuki died so Choso could have more time with Yuuji but now he indeed had to leave Yuuji again, rather than about whether he had lived on as a human or not. I personally believed he already did, though, if that really matters, but to Choso now what he is isn't more important than the fact that he, as Yuuji's big brother, is now leaving him alone.

Feel free to argue w/ me abt this but the fact remains that after saying sorry for leaving to Yuuji, it is immediately followed by panel of Eso and Kechizu reappearance calling after their big brother to join them on their side again, now it's in the their original form again, the cursed object.

For me personally, Yuki's death was not in vain as Choso had time to pass down his legacy to Yuuji before joining Eso and Kechizu's side again, but if people wanna see that Yuki's death only amounted to ripping Kenjaku's shirt open now that Choso still died, then be my guess. (Besides, Yuki isn't the first side character in JJK that gets this treatment of not having much importance, after her role is finished. Even though she was being mentioned a couple times for her research and even here in this chapter, but not even one flashback to her might be a sign that Gege doesn't hold her high in their list of priority, but hey it's JJK so it's not news.) It is important to also note (and I think this one is where most readers perhaps skipped) that back then, Choso didn't have much to say or choice for the sacrifice cz Yuki's CT was already transferring Choso to a safety place, before he himself could choose, say, or do anything.

Yet this time he chose to threw his life on the line for Yuuji. It wasn't even the 1st time he did this. We saw this back from his fight with Naoya (before chapter 208) and he wasn't acting any different until now, after passing chapter 208 👆

When the others got hurt one by one during the fight, Choso might've healed himself but we didn't see him come back to distract Sukuna from chasing after the others or took the blow for them, but we saw him immediately come back to Yuuji's side when Yuuji cudn't handle his wound and then of course we saw him protecting Yuuji with all his last efforts. He's just persistently living up to his big brother character, not whether he's a human. He would do the same if it's Eso or Kechizu in Yuuji's place.

So here's the highlight, even after this far, Choso isn't self-sacrificial for all humans like how other sorcerers showed. He's only self-sacrificial for Yuuji and the other little brothers that are now merged in him, because for him, he's a big brother above all else.

TLDR Choso's arc was set from the beginning that he lives only for his little brothers and that is the meaning of his life. It is one of his first lines when he appeared. What Choso ever wanted wasn't to be human or curse, but to be worthy of living with his little brothers and then of being Yuuji's big brother after what he did in Shibuya and to Yuuji. Doesn't matter whether he's a human or curse because he will always be both and that is not a bad thing. In fact the very presence of him and Yuuji as half-curses till this arc is special because he represents that grey area between human and curse, that not one is the more right than the other which is also one of the very theme of jjk.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk 259 #choso #yuji itadori #itadori yuuji #eso #kechizu #kusouzu kyoudai #yuki tsukumo #meta

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glapplebloom · 1 year ago

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Yes, I know you’re excited for next time but he’s important too!

So when it came time to list which fighters we wanted to research, someone else I wanted to research was there but pretty much almost every researcher picked them to be either 1 or 2. Meanwhile my poor Silver Surfer was always on the bottom of everyone’s list. While I was thinking of making him my #2, I figured why not just put him as my #1 to guarantee getting him. You’ll see who it is in the future.

I grew up with Surfer, collecting his comics by mail for a while (it was during the Infinity Stones storyline) and being a kid not really reading it. Being able to look back on those issues I have as well as the stories that came before and since really help make me appreciate Space Jesus.

Yes, Space Jesus. One of his recurring enemies is Mephisto. Mephisto wants his soul. Surfer doesn’t want him to have it. So many stories have Mephisto trying to get it. One story even implies he has it, but later on when Surfer died (he got better), he was being sent to Heaven. Even as late as the 2018 series, Surfer and Mephisto are not on friendly terms with each other.

Also, Surfer could have solved One More Day. He could heal bullet wounds (I’ve got him healing a human and a Tiger), he hates Mephisto, he knows Spider-man, he was the answer.

So Surfer for a time was stuck on Earth because Galactus put a barrier that prevented him from leaving. He asked so many friends, tried so many things, even stole the Hulk’s power to try to break through it. But you know who was the person to solve that problem? You’re right, it is a Fantastic Four member. Nope, not Mr. Fantastic.

The Ever Loving Blue Eyed Thing was the person who figured it out. Something so simple, nobody realized it. Just fly past the barrier without the board. It works. And right after, Surfer went to confront Galactus but Galactus made a deal: save Nova and I won’t put you back on Earth. He does and now he’s free to fly the skies.

So there’s this space city known as Dynamo City. It was a trap by Thanos after he faked his death. While there, the Surfer lost all his Cosmic Power. He was unable to get it back and pretty much anyone with similar energy based powers were powerless here. When he got it back briefly, he found that the leader of this city was just a vegetable. No consciousness as the city makes it virtually impossible to move up in life.

To escape, a friend of his made him realize something: their form of Punishment by Death is to send them flying out into space. Which means away from the Energy Siphons. Which means Surfer got his powers back. Surfer, now with this knowledge, can go and defeat the City but that means making it unlivable for the innocent people there. So Surfer is forced to leave. He swears he'll go back but so far never did.

Did you know the Infinity Stones were originally called the Soul Gems? You couldn’t tell them apart until Thanos got his hands on them and even named them.

A Comic Series Recommendation I would give is Silver Surfer: Requiem. It is basically his version of All Stars Superman: the final days of this great hero. But while Superman continued to live after that, Surfer ended up as being a star made by Galactus. It's a really lovely story.

Another Recommendation: Silver Surfer Volume 7 and 8 (2014/2018). It’s artwork is by the same person responsible for Madman and it is a beautiful story of the Surfer’s Greatest Love. You will understand why the Surfer’s favorite time is Dawn...

And the final note: The Silver Surfer is possibly older than Galactus. How? First, in Volume 8, the Silver Surfer accidentally traveled so far back in time he went to the universe before the Main Marvel universe. So much so that Galan was not Galactus yet. In order to get back to when he was, he had to wait. He turned invisible, hid in Galactus’ incubator, and waited until he went back in time to be back in the present. So Surfer is as old as the universe as well.

But he’s even older than that because in Silver Surfer: Black, he was sent back in time AGAIN to the beginning of time. When the world was young and there were not many stars. After dealing with Knull, he became energy where he gave life to the planets he would destroy when serving Galactus. And he reformed himself right after he was sent back in time. So yes, Silver Surfer is older than Galactus.

These are the fun bits of trivia I am mentioning here but one. Next week, I’ll share a crossover that was referenced in this episode...

#research bin

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he-calls-me-kitten · 2 years ago

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Pleasures of Royalty

Diavolo and GN!MC's secret debauchery

"Di-Diavolo! Enough please!" You screamed, holding his hair in fistfuls as he relentlessly pleasured you with his mouth. Even watching his head, moving between your legs, feeling his deep breaths on your skin. All of it was driving you wild.

How long has this been going on now? Honestly you had lost track of it. Somehow you went from being his favourite human to his favourite being in all three realms.

Gentle pats on your head after exams well done turned into him grabbing your hair as he pushed his ungodly length into your mouth. Helping you clean up after intense P.E. exercises with his tongue instead of towels. His hands often slipped inside your clothes when he was straightening your uniform.

But it's not like you did a very good hiding your eagerness. Always leaning on his shoulder during group getaways. Sitting yourself down his lap to help him to paper work, when noone was around. And the one time you called him to the throne room for him to see you sitting naked on his throne, wearing his crown lopsided on your head.

He's still hasn't finished getting back at you for the last one.

"Diavolo, please, someone will hear us outside!" You whimper and shake your head. What was he thinking, trying to fuck you in the throne room like this? All the while he's kneeling while you're sitting...Barbatos and Lucifer would never forgive you.

"But you look so beautiful on the throne, my love." His kisses travelled upward, past your stomach, tracing the shape of your ribs. You turn more irresistable, the more he has you. Atleast that's what he keeps groaning into your ear as he fucks you.

"Y-you told me it was an emergency! Ahh!" His hands undid your already dishevelled uniform. "I ran here, straight from RAD...I even told Lucifer...aaghh...he said he'll join us soon-"

Knock. Knock.

"Diavolo. This is Lucifer. Are you in there?"

Diavolo looked disappointed, shaking his head as he fixed you a little. You looked panicked. There's no other exit out of this throne room. And there's no way you can face Lucifer with the amount of hickeys Diavolo has left on you.

"I'll hide there until he leaves." You pointed towards a long table with a floor length cloth covering it's legs entirely. Noone would see you until they lifted the cloth.

"Coming Lucifer. Just a minute." He allowed you time while he wore his coat begrudgingly and opened the door. You relaxed, leaning your head against one of the table legs and smiling. It was exhausting sometimes, but it was mostly fun.

Sneaking out during parties and school fests, just to embrace each other in dimly lit locker rooms and cubicles. Sometimes even in empty classrooms. Whenever you and Diavolo passed by someplace he'd made love to you already, he'd exchange mischievous grins with you.

There was about to be a brand new addition to this list of places. You tensed up hearing their voices get louder. Shit, they were right above you. You watched in horror as they sat down, their legs under the table along with you. You gravitated towards Diavolo, bumping your head against his knee.

L: "So what was the work about?"

D: "MC and I were discussing difference in cultures between the Devildom and Human realm. We are thinking of making it an extensive report and printing it in the Annual magazine."

Diavolo's sneaked his hand inside. He seeked out your face and you gave it to him. His fingers carressed your cheeks lovingly. His thumb brushed over your lips. What a tease. Well seems like you could tease him right back.

L: "Ah I see. Allow me to assist you as well. I will call Satan to fetch some appropriate books for research and I can start right away."

D: "Lucifer, really. You've helped enough with the paperwork last month. You deserve a- uh...a break"

Diavolo stammered as he realised what you were doing down there. He sat through you palming your crotch, but unzipping him and bombarding his length with your panting breath was not precedented.

L: "Are you sure? You seem rather flushed, your face is completely red. You must be tired already... perhaps I should take MC home. You need some rest."

D: "No no, Lucifer. I assure you I'm absolutely fine. Also I think I'd rather have MC here tonight."

Diavolo's fingers threaded into your hair as you choked on his length willingly. He was barely keeping it together and you were having the time of your life, tormenting him like this.

L: "Are you sure Diavolo? Sigh...alright, let me just tell MC to let you rest early and not let you stay up talking to them. Where are they?"

D: "Down...uh..down in the washroom. MC... might be a while. I'll... tell them what you said.. instead. You...really should go home and rest now..."

The moment Lucifer walked out of the door, Diavolo let out an ungodly groan of pleasure, finally releasing himself on you. You savored the feel of his cum on your tongue, dripping down your face and chin. You win.

But the victory doesn't last for very long. The next thing you know, you're naked with your wrists bound tight to the headboard of his bed as he stands there shirtless, unbuckling his belt menacingly. You close your eyes and sigh.

"Shouldn't you write me a notice of absence for tomorrow?" You already know you're not walking tomorrow. He laughs, grabbing your legs and putting them over his shoulder.

"I'll write you one for the whole week instead, MC."

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me Diavolo #obey me Diavolo smut #obey me imagine #obey me diavolo x reader

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dejwritesarchived · 3 years ago

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♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — tell my brother she ours. 🥴, p power by gunna ft drake [ ft your fav brother duos, osamu + atsumu, rindou + ran, & zeke + eren, her/she pronouns, female anatomy, smut, threesome, degradation kink, pet names [babygirl, slut, pretty girl, etc], slight bimbo sugar baby recording of intercourse (for rindou + ran part), reader (for rindou + ran part), oral / f.receiving (for atsumu + osamu part), power dynamic & corruption kink (for eren + zeke part), slight drabble format ]

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ZEKE YEAGER + EREN YEAGER

YOU THOUGHT BEING GRISHA YEAGER'S APPRENTICE WOULD BE EASY WORK. Being able to be the mentee of one of the best surgeons in the medical field was a dream come true considering that you were currently in medical school. However, it wasn't going the way you wanted it to go. You were expecting to be able to watch him perform surgeries, read his personal research from the surgeries he's done, and the list goes on. You've only been met with such a harsh old man when you met him. You've only been able to watch about two of his surgeries within your month of being his mentee and he didn't even like you stepping into his office (unless you were fetching him a patient's file). Don't get you started on the unofficial role of babysitting his sons.

Two complete opposite of each other. It was like flipping a coin and deciding who was exactly going to bother you as you sat in your little office right across from Grisha's in his clinic. You were quite observant though. Mondays and Fridays, the youngest Eren would always pop into your office with some goofy grin and even goofier pickup line because he didn't have classes that day. While Tuesdays and Thursdays, the eldest Zeke would bother you with a cup of coffee and some sarcastic remark about his dad. On those days, he didn't have to go to his job as a T.A at the same university Eren attended.

You were observant of their little tricks to try to toy you and for the fun of it, you let them play with you. Just to get under Grisha's skin. A poor example and even bad influence on you as the three of you managed to break into the clinic after it was closed. You just didn't expect to bent off Grisha's desk as Eren's cock was bullying its way into your tight cunt. Your desperate moans are muffled with Zeke's girthy cock in your moan.

Your sweet moans vibrate off the back of your throat causing the eldest to groan in complete bliss. You can feel Eren's grip on your waist get tighter as he's backing you up on his cock like his personal fleshlight. Your mascara stained your hollow cheeks with each tear droplet that ran down them. You just kept wondering which was going to give out on your first. Your pussy that Eren was fucking into like a madman or your throat that Zeke seemed to be obsessed with thrusting so harshly forward until the tip of your nose kissed his happy trail.

"Maybe if we make a lil mess in his office he'll finally pay attention to you." Eren groaned out through his breathless groans.

"Probably not, but it's worth the try." Zeke added as his hips trusted forward to feel your wet mouth around his cock some more.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ATSUMU MIYA + OSAMU MIYA

YOU WERE A PRETTY SIGHT AS YOU TOOK ORDERS AT ONIGIRI MIYA. A wonderful worker that came to work on time every day, helped out when the restaurant was closing, and the list goes on. You were practically employee of the month every month. Obviously, being the cute girl you were, you always had your boss Osamu swooning with each passing by step you did by him. Osamu would get a quick whiff of your flowery perfume that caused him to smile. You also gained the attention of his twin brother also who would stop by occasionally to get food and annoy his brother.

"No." was the only thing that uttered out Osamu's mouth as he noticed Atsumu staring at you while you were chatting with a customer.

"You don't even know what I'm about to say," Atsumu argued.

"But you have that look on your face and I know that look," Osamu ended his comment with an annoyed eye roll.

"Oh come on, I know you think about it." Atsumu nudged him playfully.

The two didn't expect their pornographic daydreams to become a reality after a devious dare after sharing a bottle of sake with you. Who's the better kisser, Osamu or Atsumu? You can't even tell even after lip-locking with the two as you're sandwich in between them on the sofa. "It's no fair, he kissed you longer." Atsumu pouted causing you to let out a giggle. A couple more kisses later, Atsumu had taken comfort in between your plump thighs. His face buried into your cunt which caused you to arch your back off of Osamu who was sitting behind you littering small kisses and nibbles on your naked. His large hands lean over to squeeze at your breast, occasionally pinching at your nipples to gain an intoxicating moan from you. Your body radiated so much heat feeling the way the flat of Atsumu's tongue slurped up your arousal.

"So, tell me (Y/N), is Atsumu eating you out correctly or should I take over?" Osamu whispered in your ear.

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — RAN HAITANI + RINDOU HAITANI

YOU WERE ALWAYS A GIRL LOOKING FOR A CHALLENGE. Always looking for a rich person to grasp upon to fund your luxury lifestyle of designer clothes and diamonds. You even had a black book to keep up with the elite people you've milked out dry before ditching them for the next. Just your luck, you've grasped upon not just one Haitani, but both of them. A spoiled airhead that lips would curl into a pretty smile when one brother put a new diamond Cartier bracelet on your wrist. An even huger smile on your face when the other brother is zipping up the custom Versace dress that hugs your figure perfectly.

You have Ran and Rindou feeding out the palm of your hand.

Or so you thought you did?

They caught onto how you were eyeing for your next victim as you sat in the private section of a Bonten owned club. The way your eyes lingered a little longer on Japan's Attorney General son. They saw how your eyes no longer lit up when they gifted you things or placed a quick peck on the corner of your Fenty lip gloss-covered lips. You've grown bored of them.

And boy did they put you in your place.

Your head buried into the flushness of the pillow while Ran was bottoming down into your drooling cunt. You could only hiccup moans with each harsh thrust forward from the eldest Haitani brother. Each time you tried to break the perfect arch, he's pushing you back down thrusting even quicker. The lewd sound of skin slapping against each other echoed within the master bedroom of your highrise penthouse (Haitani funded).

Rindou held his phone recording the action. His cock is rock hard and coated with your saliva and he couldn't help but use his free hand to palm his own cock at the sight of his brother fucking their favorite girl. He's very sure to get your pretty fucked out face in the shot. Your hand going to cover your face, but Rindou instantly moved it away, and Ran only stuffed you some more. Your thighs were stained with their cum and drool droplets were on the pillow as Ran fucked your cunt.

"Maybe we should send this those lil rich idiots that are in that black book of yours, hm? They wouldn't want something that's the Haitani's." Rindou questioned as he brought his phone closer to Ran just to get a perfect view of your cunt swallowing his brother whole.

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bansept · 3 years ago

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Used to be a monster

Hichigo spends time with Orihime and baby Kazui while thinking.

A quick little something, because it was STUCK in that darned head of mine.

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Life as a hollow is, or rather, should be simple: you go out to eat people and you stay in to become stronger. That's what your lambda hollow did. As an inner hollow, his time was split like the Grinch's : contemplating murder, wishing for release, eating despair, that kinda thing.

But then, he couldn't be like other hollows. Nah, he was Ichigo Kurosaki's Hollow. Meaning, he had been beaten by that guy a few times, couldn't go out until the King said so, had to watch whatever the hell he was doing. Including going from blushing with that girl to marrying her.

Without knowing, or willing it, he had become interested in this silly quiet life, which was so much more complicated than what he was used to. And, cherry on the cake, that King of his had managed to pop a child in his Queen. He wasn't surprised, after all, he had quite actually seen how it happened.

No, the surprise was how, despite his rightful wish to stay away from that sappy happiness, he liked it. Wouldn't openly admit it, but being a part of this life, of this joy of having that baby, thinking ahead, it made him feel good.

When Ichigo and Orihime got married, the Shinigami had been so at ease with himself, so at peace that he'd unwillingly unsealed the Hollow. Hichigo had popped in the real world, with his own body and clothes, for everyone to see. Urahara was making research on it, but, really, Hichigo wasn't waiting for answers. He'd live his life, with the other two yeah, but at least he wasn't stuck in a reversed building world anymore.

So now, his simple life had turned more complicated.

Not in a bad way, he'll admit.

After all, it wasn't bad to hold the little child while his mother was watching him with amusement. And Ichigo was there too, but trusted the hollow. Talk about progress!

"You secured his head?"

"Yeah, he won't fall. I ain't dumb."

Orihime gave him a small teasing look, getting up to touch her son's cheek. Kazui giggled, reaching for a finger to put in his mouth. Thank god, Hichigo was not his premium choice for that.

"He likes you." She smiled at him, and he rolled his eyes playfully.

"That kid likes everyone. Even hollows. Not a good point in parenting for you."

Orihime pulled out her tongue at him, not interested in bickering with him, and kept her gaze focused on the baby, caressing his fluffy little cheeks, watching him enjoy himself.

Some days, he was a baby holder. It didn't interest him much, but at least he was doing something. Other days, at some very exceptional moments when Ichigo couldn't spend time with Orihime, she'd request the hollow to come with her. Didn't matter where. He went. Even if it was grocery shopping, which made him feel like some kind of prized puppy, by the way.

"Alright, so we need several fruits, a lot of vegetables and baby stuff."

Orihime, dressed in a cute long blue dress, with her coat hiding her creme shirt, took a hold of the shopping cart, grey eyes scanning the list in her hand. Hichigo, still as pale as ever with his peculiar eyes, stood next to her, behind the cart, in jeans and a t-shirt. Surely, that little trip wouldn't take too long. People were staring at him way too intensely.

Not that he cared for him mind you. It was more for that distracted woman. Having talks of her husband going outside dressed in negative circulating in town was probably not what either wanted.

"Let's go. And watch your steps." He grumbled at her, one hand pushing the iron thing and another on her shoulder.

Orihime was used to him handling her, in a way. Before, when the hollow was still in Ichigo, they... well, they dug into his wilder side. Ichigo knew it, was fine with it, and it wasn't cheating : as hard it used to be admitted, Hichigo was a part, probably the darkest, of Ichigo. Being with him, like now or sexually, was being with Ichigo.

That's why she liked any contact with him. Why she allowed, greeted, loved every moment with him.

And he, well.

It was a simple answer for a complicated life : yes. He'd stay.

#bleach #ichihime #hichihime #ichigo kurosaki #orihime kurosaki #hichigo shirosaki #kazui kurosaki #mama orihime #it's a small thing

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3d-wifey · 4 years ago

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Among Us AU (Students)

I'm picturing this as them being actual characters in the game, not them playing the game.

Let's get the colors out of the way first:

Kiri is red, Denki is yellow, Bakugou is orange, Mina is pink, Deku is dark green, Tsu is lime, Iida is dark blue, Todoroki is white, Ochako is brown, Mirio is cyan, Tamaki is black, and Shinsou is purple.

Best Imposters: Mirio, DEKU, Shinsou, Tamaki, and Bakugou

Best Crewmates: IIDA, Deku, Todoroki, Tsu

Iida is probably the fastest crewmate, so nobody bothers going after him.

Wears the safety mask.

He calls regular emergency meetings as "check-ups" and is very adamant about the buddy system.

Can be seen chopping the air whenever he "thinks" he saw someone venting and when he's arguing during discussions.

Usually takes charge during discussions and if he dies, then Mirio takes charge

You'll probably find him in security watching the cameras.

It's very obvious whenever he's the importer.

He literally never vents.

He sticks to snapping necks and then speeding off so fast you can't catch him on the cameras

But he always gives himself away by getting super defensive when anybody asks him a question

"Where were you, Iida?"

"My location during the murder is none of your concern. I don't have to tell you anything at all. In fact, you can come see me scan in Medbay. Actually, don't! You might be the impostor yourself, Midoriya! Trying to pull the wool over our eye–"

"Yeah, go ahead and vote him out. 😪"

Mina, Denki, and Eijiro all dance around Bakugou while he's doing his tasks like cheerleaders and it pisses him the hell off because he can't focus.

Kirishima picks up any babies or pets that were left behind, even if he was the imposter.

He wears the ninja headband because they look "manly".

He honestly hates being the imposter because he gets so stressed out.

Usually just sticks to sabotaging.

He's really reluctant to kill and when he does, it is super sloppy.

One of those alien imposters that eat the crewmates. 🥴

He doesn't really defend himself if the crew starts suspecting him tho.

"I'm sorry I killed you, Shoto. That was super unmanly. 😞"

Shoto's ghost: 😐

Speaking of Shoto, he very rarely does tasks.

The only reason he's a good crewmate is because he's so quiet, the imposter won't even notice he's in the same room when they vent or kill someone.

Wears nothing but his suit, but can be persuaded to wear the halo.

You'll probably find him just wandering around in the halls, so he's an easy kill.

He's one of those Chaotic Neutral characters that say you can vote them out if they're wrong.

"I think I saw Kaminari kill Midoriya...but I could be wrong. You guys can just vote me out if I'm wrong."

He and Deku are very good at doing double kills and then venting right after.

He kills with knives or by impaling and then just walks off because he forgets he can vent.

But, he's not a good imposter by himself because he's kinda forgetful and doesn't make good arguments for himself.

"Shoto's faking tasks."

"No, I'm not. 😐"

Kirishima, Ochako, and Tsu are really reluctant to vote anyone out.

Everyone hates when they're the last people left because they usually throw the entire game.

While Kirishima and Tsu could be persuaded with evidence, Ochako usually just skips.

"Do we really have to vote them out? I mean...do you actually have proof?"

"I literally saw them kill Tsu."

"I don't know. I'm just gonna skip."

Ochako has to snap people's necks because she's too poor to afford a gun 😔.

Ochako, Mirio, and Mina refuse to kill anyone with pets or babies. They're murderers, not monsters.

Ochako and Tsu wear matching pink flowers.

Bakugou is a terrible crewmate, merely because he throws wild accusations until they stick (mostly at Deku)

“Deku’s the imposter!”

“Bakugou...Deku’s dead this round. 👁👄👁”

He gets so mad anytime the crew wants to vote him out, even if he is the imposter.

"I think it was Bakugou."

"No, the hell it wASN'T!"

"You've just been a little sus, dude."

"I WAS DOING MY TASK THIS WHOLE TIME AND YOU PIECES OF SHIT THINK IT'S ME?!? ARE YOU DEADASS?!💥🖐🏻🤬"

"What are you getting so mad for? 👀"

"I'M "GETTING MAD" BECAUSE YOU BACK ALLEY RAT TURDS ARE BLAMING ME, KNOWING DAMN WELL YOU SAW ME DOING TASKS! I'M NOT THE-"

And he's a petty bitch so he never does his tasks as a ghost. He just grumbles and follows Kiri around.

Wears that backwards hat because he thinks it looks cool, but don't say anything about it or he will take it off.

Now, he's really in his element as the imposter.

🌠Gaslighting: the game🌠

Deku better hope they never get paired up together, because Bakugou will follow him around and report him as soon as he kills.

"Deku's the imposter. I caught his dumbass lacking."

"K-Kacchan? 🥺"

He prefers to work by himself, but he'll corporate with Kiri, Denki, or Mina.

Weapon of choice is a knife because it's hands-on and he really likes to...get into character.

Tsu and Mina are both imposter types that eat people.

They also have a ton of pets and babies with them at all times

Mina will never empty the garbage.

Ever.

She also wears those cute devil horns.

Tsu always does her tasks as a ghost and then hovers by the abandoned babies/pets.

"Has anybody seen Tsu?"

Tsu: 🐸❤👶🏽

She's also really good at telling when someone is lying, that's why she's one of the first killed.

Denki tries his best, but...

"Leave the electrical tasks to me!"

And then he comes back like: 👍🏻🥴👍🏻

Just completely fried.

He wears that posted note that says "Dum" because he thinks its "ironic"...nobody even bothers telling him it's not.

Really reluctant to kill, but he doesn't understand how to sabotage so it's his only option. He just uses a gun because it seems less personal.

"Sorry to do this to ya, dude. But you know how it goes. 🔫😗✌🏼"

Shinsou's power makes him win every game as an imposter. He's basically OP.

"Hey, Shinsou! Did you just vent?"

"Did you?"

"No–"

"Yeah, how bout you come jump on this knife 😼🔪"

Nobody ever sees him because he likes traveling through the vents and it's crazy because no one ever questions him either.

Sleeps in the vents.

He wears the red beanie.

He generally sticks to popping out of a vent, snapping necks, and going back into the vents.

Knows the vent system of every map like the back of his hand.

Sometimes he uses a knife if he's feeling ✨ᖴᗩᑎᑕY✨

A horrible crewmate.

He'll be sleeping in places he shouldn't be.

Like, he'll do some of his tasks, but he's not running to fix the O2 or the Reactor.

The alarms could be blaring and he'll be like:

"I'm sure somebody'll get that 😴."

He never brings anything to the discussion AT ALL.

He just votes with the majority, honestly.

He literally can not be found in the entire ship and you'll only see him at discussions, then he disappears like a shadow.

So, it's obvious that he rarely gets killed.

He only really pairs up with Deku (and he's usually the one that kills Shinsou)

Poor Tamaki.

He, like Denki, tries his best.

Please, God, don't leave him alone.

He tries to stay with Mirio or Kiri when doing tasks.

He wears that little green plant on his head 🥺.

The thought of there being a murderer around every corner stresses him the fuck out, so his hands are too shaky to do wires.

Doesn't like long tasks, they leave him too exposed.

If you think he's nervous during tasks, imagine him during discussions.

It's like doing back to back presentations on a topic you never researched.

He tries to be helpful by adding his two cents, but there are definitely some...big personalities in the group.

"I...think I s-saw orange vent."

"What the hell are you mumbling about?! Speak up, dammit!"

"N-nevermind, it's no use. 😞"

Now, he's surprisingly a really good imposter.

He's one of the few that nobody ever expects.

He works better with Mirio or Kirishima, and while he prefers to just sabotage, he isn't afraid to eat a bitch.

Tentacles come out of his stomach, so he's just waiting in decontamination like:

🧍🏻‍♂️🐙

You wouldn't think Mirio would be a good imposter, but that's EXACTLY what he wants you to think.

He's smarter than he let's on and he plays dumb to his advantage.

"Mirio, why didn't you go to reactor when the alarm went off?"

"I was looking for my buddy, Tamaki. And I got a bit lost."

"Why didn't you just use your map—"

"Heh, we should just skip, right? 😅👍🏻"

Uses his big boy muscles to snap necks and then self-reports.

Says a corny dad joke before he kills someone.

"Hey, What does a liar do after he dies?"

"Wha—"

"He lies still. Heh, get it? 👱🏻"

"😐"

"👱🏻🔪"

Wears a banana peel on his head and I feel like that needs no explanation.

He relies heavily on his quirk to move around as an imposter and a crewmate.

He just fucking pops out of the ground.

This also means he can catch imposters in the act.

He works well with anyone, but he still makes a good imposter by himself.

He really likes the Sked because of the simple design.

Follows people around for fun and his dumbass gets voted off because of it.

Uses his quirk to pop through walls and scare people.

"Hah. Key swipe, huh? 👱🏻"

Always swipes his key perfectly every time.

He does all of the tasks that nobody else wants to, including his own.

"What did you call an emergency meeting for, Mirio?"

"I just missed you guys. ☺"

"..."

"Vote him out."

Now, Izuku is really good in either role.

This is partially because of a little notebook he keeps filled with stats on the crewmates.

It also holds notes on how long it takes to complete different tasks, multiple layouts of the different ships, a list of combinations for O2, etc.

This comes in handy during discussions.

"Wait. Mina, you came from the labs all the way to the office to call a meeting? And you said it took you four minutes to get here while running, but that's, at least, a fifteen-minute journey, even if you ran at your maximum speed. The only people who could get here that fast are Iida, Mirio, and I. But, there is a vent that leads from the labs to storage and you could probably get here in four minutes if you used it. Also, if you saw Tamaki kill Todoroki, why didn't you just report the body—"

"Oh my God, Izuku. Just vote me out. 😒"

After finishing his tasks, he usually goes to admin to keep an eye on the body count. If not there, he'll be taking notes in the cafeteria.

He gets really focused on his tasks, so he's kind of an easy kill.

He has a little green baby on his head and his name is Kota 😌.

The notebook also helps him out when he's the imposter.

He knows which rooms have vents and where they lead.

Nobody ever suspects sweet baby Izuku to be the killer 🥺 no, not wittle baby boy.

Nobody, but Katsuki.

Literally, if there's no concrete evidence against him, hardly anyone thinks it's him.

And Katsuki isn't exactly trustworthy when it comes to Izuku, but he's literally right every time.

The king of sabotage.

He'll hit the lights, lock the door to Electrical, turn on O2, stab someone in the dark, and then vent to the other side of the ship.

As I said earlier, he's really good at getting double kills and then venting away.

He's real handy with a knife, but he has a strength-based quirk so he could snap necks if he wants.

They hardly ever win by finishing all of their tasks, because Mirio keeps following people around, Katsuki doesn't do tasks as a ghost, Kiri doesn't know how to upload the files, Shinsou sleeps through every alarm, Shoto forgets he has a map and gets lost, and Denki won't do his unless Iida chases him around and forces him.

God help these children 😩.

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god-save-the-keen · 4 years ago

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Are you jealous?

Book: Bloodbound

Pairing: Adrian Raines x MC (Amy)

Warning: None

Words: 1.289

*Inspired in 'Lucifer': S5, E6*

Note: I don't know if it's my PC or just Tumblr but I can't cut the text! Sorry about that 😕

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When Adrian walked through the crystal doors of Raines Corp that morning the first thing he noticed was Amy waiting for the private elevator, which he had given her the key to a while ago, checking her phone. The night before flashed through his mind as he went towards her, trying to avoid a too obvious grin at the mere sight of her, remembering her sweet lips on his, the soft and at the same time intoxicating touch of her delicate hand on his body and how incredibly perfect their bodies fit together. He knew they shouldn't go that far, having this kind of personal relationship but there was something in her that drew him to her, like a magnet wanting, no needing, more. So much more. But when she mentioned that they should keep it between them because she didn't want to be "the office 'easy girl' who is fucking the boss", a phrase that Adrian tried vehemently to denied, he agreed, unsure of her feelings about their relationship.

"Good morning, Amy." He stood beside her, shoulder to shoulder, his free hand brushing hers.

"Good morning, Adrian." She smiled and he couldn't avoid thinking how different his name sounded the night before in her moans and how desperate he was to hear it again.

"You had a restful night, I hope?"

"For sure! I did a few hours of… Work out before bed." Her face didn't show any mischievous glint, smiling like everyday, as the elevator 'dinged' and they headed inside. When the door closed behind them, Adrian took a step closer to her. If she wanted to keep their distance at a maximum in the office, she just needed to take a step back and he would give her her space. To his pleasure, she took a step forward. She stood on her tiptoes and, taking her lead, he held her waist and lowered his mouth, finding hers halfway as a warm feeling, that after so many years he thought he would never feel again, stormed inside him in the most wonderful way. "Now, that is the perfect way to say good morning." Adrian chuckled before his mouth covered hers once more.

"You look beautiful today."

"Thank you, boss." She retorted with a playful hint of a sexy smile.

"I missed you this morning." His hold on her waist tightened a little.

"I missed you too but I needed to change my outfit." Before Adrian could answer, the elevator arrived on their floor and she took two big steps to the side as the doors opened.

"What is on today's agenda?" He asked as they walked out.

"In an hour, you have a meeting with the heads of sectors, after lunch the three candidates for the research team are coming for their final interview with you, at 5 o'clock Senator Vega will be waiting for us at his place and 6:40 with Priya in her mansion to talk about… you know."

"It's going to be fine." His hand found hers and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"After what you told me, how can you be sure?" There was an uncertain tone in her voice as her brows knitted together, worried.

"Because I'm going to do everything in my power to make it fine." His thumb unconsciously caressing her knuckles as a soft smile creeped on her face.

Before he knew, the morning had transformed into the afternoon and the interviews had started. The first candidate was a middle-aged man, with a remarkable resume but with some weak answers towards his questions, when the man left from the office, Amy handed him the file of the second candidate and he called Josie Adams inside as the elevator doors opened and a young man, that he supposed was the last candidate, came out, flashing a smile at Amy.

As he led the interview with ease with Adams, he caught a glimpse of Amy's conversation outside.

"Wow, Ames, you look really great!" The voice of who he presumed was the young man echoed in his brain. So this man already knew Amy. "Beautiful." Adrian felt a bubbling sensation inside him, a mix of anger and something new… something he didn't like.

"Thanks, Matt! It's so good to see you! You look great too! I didn't know you had applied for this job!"

"I didn't know you work here either!" He replied and they both chuckled as Josie kept talking about her experience. Adrian tried to concentrate until his own name pecked his attention again.

"...Adrian? He's honestly the best." A fond tone in her voice, he could almost see the smile on her face. "He's smart and respectful, I don't know anyone in the office that doesn't respect him."

"Any tips?"

"Just be authentic, he'll appreciate that." A tiny grin lifted Adrian's lip at Amy's words. Of course she would know the perfect way to approach him by now. Adams continued talking with confidence at his gesture, unaware the real reason for it.

"So, how have you been? Are you seeing someone?" Adrian blocked out the woman's voice, concentrating his hearing sense on the outside, curious about her response.

"I…" She hesitated. "No, I'm not." Well, that definitely wasn't what he was expecting to hear. They had agreed to keep it a secret but completely denying the relationship was further than what Adrian thought.

"Glad to hear."

"That is all I need, Ms. Adams." He suddenly cut the interview, standing up. "We will contact you soon." He shook the woman's hand.

"Thank you for your time, Mr. Raines." Amy led her to the elevator, took the file from her desk and entered Adrian's office, closing the door and handing it to him.

"You’re acquainted with the next candidate." It wasn't a question, and even though he was using the most professional tone possible, something else leaked out, making Amy smile.

"Yes, I do." She observed him with an almost satisfied grin without saying anything else.

"I see." He took Matt's resume and started to read it, being completely honest, some of his accomplishments were truly remarkable. "An old friend?"

"Not exactly." He lifted his gaze towards her, his right eyebrow rising up. "He's my ex-boyfriend. We broke up when I moved here, I didn't even know he had come too."

"Perhaps he's trying to get back with you. Especially if he thinks you are single." Amy giggled walking around his desk and sitting on the edge as her hand lowered the file that he was 'reading' and their eyes connected, deeply and intensely.

"Adrian, are you jealous?" His jaw clenched as she kept smirking. "Oh my god, you really are!"

"I do not get jealous."

"Then why do you care what he thinks?" Her feet barely touched his leg as they kept staring into each other's eyes.

"I don't."

"Mhm, sure you don't." She lowered from the desk and leaned closer to him, softly lifting his head cupping his right cheek, until her lips quickly but sweetly pecked his. "You are the only one I want to be with, that's why it is so important to do things right, even if it's hard to keep this as a secret for a while." She headed to the door as her hips swayed from side to side, clearly enjoying the power she had over him. "And by the way, I told him I'm single because he's the nosiest person I know. If I tell him or if you hire him, he would drive me nuts until I tell him who I'm dating." And just like that, she went back to her desk, closing the door as Adrian smiled, thinking he would do anything for this woman, even get jealous now and then.

❣️

#choices stories you play #play choices #adrian x mc #adrian raines x mc #adrian raines #choices fanfiction #choices fanfics #choices adrian #fanfic writing

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skys813 · 4 years ago

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Discovery

Chapter 2

Romance: *writes*

How do you feel about Sexuality being ace? I know you enjoyed reading sexual things, but we might never have actual sex. Are you okay with that?

Libido: Yeah, I told you guys already that I liked what I was doing but I don't really care if we never do more than that. That was always up to Sexuality, I don't really care. Research might be a little annoyed that we'll never know what this really common experience is like, but they'll get over it. How are you holding up though? I know you're obsessed with finding a soulmate for us to build a family with. Doesn't this bother you?

Romance: *writes*

Used to be. I used to be obsessed with finding us a soulmate. I just didn't want us to live out our life alone. But haven't you noticed I'm not like that anymore? There's a reason for that.

Libido: *gasps* F***ing hell, girl, you found him and you didn't tell the rest of us? What the actual-

Romance: *slaps hands over Libido's mouth* *squeezes once and raises an eyebrow*

Libido: *rolls eyes and nods reluctantly*

Romance: *writes*

No need to call everyone over here, it's not what you think. I gave up on finding that soulmate.

Libido: What-

Romance: *puts hands on hips and looks stern*

Libido: *coughs* Go ahead.

Romance: *writes*

As I was saying, I gave up on what we'd been looking for. Not because he doesn't exist, I'm sure there's plenty of lovely young men out there we can collectively lose our minds over. But didn't you hear what Research found on that AVEN website? It was a vocab word, it summed up everything we've been feeling. We are satisfied. I haven't played daydreams of a generic Prince Charming to soothe us in ages. Because we've already found everything we need. Let's recap her favorite relationship tropes:

Found families

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

Soulmates

Don't let Anxiety see this list or he'll freak out about it not being a perfect 5. Anyways, do you see the pattern?

Libido: Umm..... They're all roma-no, the found family isn't romantic. Okay, I'm stumped, what's your point?

Romance: *sighs and writes*

My point is that they're all long-term, lifelong, forever kind of relationships. The only reason we always thought the soulmate would have to be romantic is because in every single story, no matter how strong the platonic bond was, everyone was lonely until they got romantic partners. But the truth is, we haven't felt that desperate loneliness in a long time. We're satisfied with this friendship and we're secure in the knowledge that this one will last forever, that we'll make it work because she's worth it.

Libido: I get that, but... don't you want a romantic partner? I mean, you said it yourself, most of the relationships we admire are romantic. I've heard stories, you used to wake up instantly if you thought we'd spotted someone we could potentially start a relationship with. Isn't that what you want?

Romance: *writes*

That was a long time ago, back before even you and Sexuality were born. I wanted what was best for us as a whole, even if no one could reach my expectations. I wanted us to have a good life partner if it was decided by all of you that that's what we needed to be happy. In that scenario, regardless of my own lack of desire for such a relationship, I was going to find someone to satisfy all of you. That was before I realized that Sexuality was...well, she wasn't what I'd expected. She was like me. But I couldn't find a way to communicate that to the rest of you. Especially not when they thought you being loudly supportive of exploring males sexually meant me and Sexuality were on board. They assumed that being capable of being turned on meant we could have sex with and fall in love romantically with men and that that proves we're "normal". It just took them a while to realize that we're three separate entities.

Libido: I'm sorry, I didn't even notice it had been such a problem for you two. I...well I thought the two of you were like me but quieter, I thought that maybe Sexuality didn't like me but you did. That we're on the same side, so to speak. But I was just forcing this on you. I'm so sorry.

Romance: *smiles sweetly and hugs Libido* *writes*

Don't worry about it, darling. You understand now, that's what matters. But yes, in the future, I don't plan to look for a romantic partner now that we're all agreed we don't want or need one. I think we'll be alright.

Libido: *sniffs and smiles through watery eyes* Yeah, I think so too.

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pbandjesse · 5 years ago

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It is my dad's birthday and my parents wedding anniversary and it's a full moon and it's Friday the 13th and it's the anniversary of Scooby-Doo. There's so much good and powerful energy today. Specifically I want to say happy birthday to my dad though because I love him so much and he's gone through so much in the last couple years but he is always attacked the day with kindness just like I tell everyone else to do. I hope you have a very good birthday and I love you and thank you for being my dad.

But on my end for the most part today was not my day. I just felt really sad. Frustrated. I just wanted to come home. And it wasn't even like a real reason just everything was wrong.

I woke up this morning and I felt fine. James had to leave early because he had to go to the dentist. But he made me a sandwich before he left because he's the best. And then I got ready and left it at the bus. But even though the ride was nice I was really early. Which is normally fine but I got to the building and it was locked and the lights were off. And my anxiety just absolutely peaked.

I was convinced that I wasn't supposed to be there and that we weren't supposed to come in or they were a different site and I was so upset and distressed and convinced I did something wrong. I stood outside for about 10 minutes and finally Sarah and the other Jessie came But anxiety was still pretty bad for most of the day because of that.

We spent the first hour just kind of brainstorming by ourselves. Coming up with ideas and figuring stuff out for our lesson plans. I had a lot of ideas already written down so I just did a bunch of research and started flushing things out a little bit more concretely.

For the most part it was a good guy. But then I realized I accidentally sent all of me and James's new gardening stuff to the old apartment and I was so bummed. I just felt so stupid and I just kind of sank into myself because I was so upset. James is an amazing boyfriend though and when I told him how upset I was he took the extra time between the dentist and having to go to work to go to the old apartment and get everything to bring back so I wouldn't be sad. He's so good.

But then my new phone was attempted to be delivered to the apartment and because it needed a signature they didn't leave it. I'm glad they didn't leave it but I thought they would take it to a pickup point. But they didn't. They're just going to wait till Monday and try again and I was so bummed out. I really wanted that to come today and when it didn't I was just like super sad. And I kind of just put a damper on the rest of the day for me. I was able to figure out how to make all of my UPS packages go to the pickup point from now on and so my phone will go there on Monday so I won't have to worry about not being here. But it's still a huge bummer and I feel very dumb. Thankfully it's not like my phone is broken. I was just excited about a new thing. I wanted to get it set up tomorrow while I was at the BMI since it will probably be slow. It's all right. I'll be fine.

We had a good afternoon at work though. We went through and talked about all of the artists that we were considering for research for testing our kids. And we went through a lot of really awesome artists and it was funny that me and fitsum or actually thinking about two artists that were very off the beaten path so that was cool. And I'm really pleased with the final list that we came up with. I am sad that one of the other side of Hope for got knocked off the list that doesn't mean I'm not going to teach you about her just that she's not going to be on the test. And I got my way on the layout of the semester's so that was cool.

We finished up a little bit early and I went to grab the bus but then miss Helene drove past me and stopped and she ended up giving me a ride to Dick Blick. I knew I wouldn't see James until much later because after he's done work he's going to go to his parents house to get the car and then he's going to go to the grocery store to get ready for our cookout tomorrow.

So I went in and I gave him a hug. His other manager made a joke that a customer wanted to see him very specifically. Made me laugh. And then I walked back here.

On my walk I ran into a co-worker from the BMI and that was cool. I posted in the group today about the job openings at access art and apparently everyone was talking about how great I am over there today and have felt really good. It's not the first time someone's told me that they talk about me over there and how they say a lot of positive things so that feels really cool I'm loved. I don't always feel that way. So it's nice to be reminded.

I had to make a stop at the hardware store to look for something for James but they didn't have it so I came back here. I did a whole bunch today actually. When I got back here I kind of snack and then I started working on some drawings. Our gardening stuff was here because of James so I made little tags for the all the herbs were going to put in there and the tomatoes. And then I set up the garden itself. I probably could have bought more rocks but I still think it'll be okay and I'm going to put all of the herbs in small Planters to start with anyway. And it was pretty excellent. It was fun playing in the dirt. I also dyed my hair so that I would look all nice tomorrow. And I worked on one of my Furby tarot cards. I'm actually going to go make something to eat and then do another one. My Hope Is that in the next week we'll get everything photograph so I want to have at least a couple cards finished. Start selling them as a small set.

James should be finishing work now and then he'll go start shopping for stuff. And I'm just going to hang out here. Hopefully he'll be home soon though because I miss him. I hope you guys all have a great night. Tomorrow I have work at the BMI and then we have our little get-together. I hope people come. Seems like it might be kind of small but I don't mind that. It'll be fun to show off our new place to everyone.

Be safe out there guys. Take care of each other. Good night.

#ootd #weird dog #cat #drawing #in progress #furby #tarot #friday work #frustraited

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Hi first thank you second here is a very loose prompt idea: Bellamy talks to himself/someone else in Tagalog and Clarke w/ her huge crush wants to know what he's saying so she can maybe start a conversation and he'll notice her except it turns out he's talking about her in Tagalog

Italics indicate conversations in Tagalog!

Bellamy tells his grandmother about his cute neighbor for two reasons: one, she keeps asking if he’s seeing anyone right now, and two, he figures the odds of said neighbor ever finding out about it are fairly low. She has, occasionally, been in the hallway or at the bus stop while he’s talking to his grandmother about her, but he can’t imagine she knows Tagalog, and if she does know, she’s never reacted to anything he’s said, up to and including things about how she’s cute and he’s working on talking to her.

And, okay, that second one is a lie, but, again, this is his grandmother. Who is very concerned about him since he and that nice girl Gina broke up, and hasn’t it been a while, and anyone would be lucky to have him.

He loves his grandmother, he does, but he’s kind of glad he only has one of them. He doesn’t need any more people pressuring him about his love life.

“We’ve never even spoken,” he’s telling her, one morning in April, as he walks to the bus stop. “I only know her name from her mailbox.”

“Why not?” she asks. “You live next door to each other, you must have things to talk about.”

“If I ever need to borrow an egg from someone, she’s the first one I’ll ask. But I’m good at just buying my own eggs. It’s fine,” he adds, before she can protest. “The buses here aren’t great. I’m sure sooner or later ours will be late and I can start talking to her about that.”

“You usually talk to me when your bus is late,” she points out, not unreasonably. He likes to call her on his way into work. It’s a nice time for both of them to chat, and there aren’t a lot of those, considering the time difference.

“I’ll hang up on you and talk to her next time if you want.”

“That would be the smart thing to do.”

He does hang up on her not long after that, but not to talk about how the bus is running late, even though it is. The bus is always a little unreliable; it has to be a lot later than this to be worth remarking on.

So it’s up to his neighbor to say, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Bellamy’s never actually spoken to Clarke Griffin before. He just knows she lives next door to him and is pretty and still reads physical books, so he can see she has good taste and seems like someone he’d get along with. It’s nothing deep or profound or anything; at best, it’s safe. She’s someone he can idly think about without any danger of anything happening.

Or she was, until she decided to start a conversation.

He stops halfway to putting his earbuds in and smiles at her. “Sure, what’s up?”

She worries her lip. “On the phone, is that Tagalog?”

He makes himself not react, which isn’t that hard. She was behind him walking, so she might have overheard the whole conversation, but this doesn’t feel like a trap, the gotcha moment where she reveals she’s secretly been eavesdropping on him for the last three months.

It’s still dangerous territory, but at least he feels safe saying, “Yeah. This is when I call my grandmother. She’s in Manila, so it’s just after nine at night for her.”

“That’s cool,” says Clarke. “I pretty much just talk to my grandparents on holidays and birthdays.”

He doesn’t have a particularly good response to that, but he also feels as if he doesn’t need one. He doesn’t have to justify how much he talks to his grandmother to her. “Yeah,” he says instead.

“So, this is weird, but–I’ve been wanting to learn another language. Would you maybe be willing to teach me some Tagalog?”

Weird feels like something of an understatement. “You just want to learn a foreign language? Any foreign language?”

“Pretty much.” Her smile says she knows what he’s thinking. “I took Spanish in high school and then forgot everything as soon as I wasn’t required to do it for a grade anymore. I tried to pick it back up on Duolingo but when I don’t have someone to talk to I have trouble with actually keeping up. But I like knowing other languages? I like using that part of my brain. Again, I know this is completely weird, you can just say no, I won’t be offended.”

“That really is weird,” he says, but he finds himself smiling. “I’m trying to figure out what actually happened here. You overheard me on the phone, decided hey, he speaks a foreign language, cool, then researched what I was speaking and decided to ask me to teach you?”

“Obviously it sounds bad when you actually just say what I did,” she says, and he laughs.

“Obviously, yeah.”

The bus shows up before he has to answer, but when they get on, Clarke claims an empty pair of seats, cocks her head at him in invitation, and she is really cute. He should definitely be working on talking to her, even if she’s totally weird.

“I’ve never actually taught anyone Tagalog,” he says. “I just grew up speaking it. I wouldn’t know where to start.”

“I was thinking I’d buy a book and we could just practice once a week, maybe? It’s also possible I’m kind of new in town and don’t have a lot of friends yet,” she adds, when he doesn’t say anything.

“You don’t say,” he teases, and she gives him a somewhat sheepish smile.

“The first step is admitting you have a problem.”

“I feel like in this conversation alone you’ve admitted to having way more than one problem.” He pauses, thinking it over. “You know, if you just want to hang out, we don’t have to learn Tagalog. That’s not a requirement for friendship.”

“But it’s more efficient,” she says. “Make friends and learn a new language.”

“Or we could start with friends and go from there,” he says. “I’m doing drinks tonight with some other people, if you want to come along.”

“You don’t have to–” she starts, and he figures if she can ask him for Tagalog lessons because she’s been eavesdropping, he can admit he’s checking out her reading material.

“Did you like The Fifth Season?”

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah. I’m on the waiting list for the second one but I’m thinking about just caving and buying it.”

“I’ll bring it for you tonight if you come.”

Her smile is always beautiful, but he’s never had it turned on him before. “Yeah?”

He shrugs. “What are friends for?”

“My neighbor asked me to teach her Tagalog,” he tells his grandmother, the next week.

“I hope you said yes.”

“Then how would I tell you about her?” he teases. “I told her to come to the bar with me and Miller, and she did. We talked about books.”

“And are you going to talk more about books?”

“I think so, yeah. She only moved here a few months ago, she doesn’t know a lot of people yet. And I think she wants to chat. She just sat down next to me.”

“I see how it is. Now that you have a girl you like to talk to in the morning, you don’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“That’s exactly how it is,” he agrees, with a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted.”

Bellamy has to admit, he likes his new routine a lot more than his old one. Not that his old routine was bad, but it’s nice, following up his morning call to his grandmother with a chat with Clarke. They aren’t doing actual Tagalog lessons, but Clarke does seem to be pursuing the language on her own, and she’ll ask him about vocabulary and grammar, not actually based on his conversations, just on her own, independent study. She doesn’t seem to be getting any closer to understanding what he’s saying.

Then they talk about books and work and their lives, whatever comes to mind. They always sit together on the bus, and they even start leaving the apartment building together. After a few weeks, he explains how his grandmother half-raised him, back in Manila, and Clarke shares details of her own family.

It feels like they’re on their way to being friends, which is cool, albeit a little terrifying. She was supposed to be a safe, unrealistic crush, and now he talks to her every day, likes her as a lot more than just a concept or a construct. He likes her, the real one, and it’s nothing he was ever prepared for.

His grandmother tells him he should just tell her, before it gets worse, and the idea does have some appeal, but he doesn’t really know where to start.

“All you have to do is tell her you’d like to go on a date with her,” says his grandmother. “Watch out. If you don’t do it soon, I might tell your sister about this.”

“That’s just cruel,” he says. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

As usual, once he’s ended the call, Clarke closes her book and turns her attention to him. “How do you guys have so much to talk about?”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“I call my mom about once every two weeks and I never have that much to say to her.”

“You manage to talk to me every day,” he says, and to his surprise, she flushes.

“It’s not easy.”

She clearly says it without thinking, and he has to laugh. “You don’t have to, you know.”

There’s a pause, and then she leans forward, wetting her lips. When she speaks, the words are deliberate, purposeful. “I couldn’t figure out anything to talk to you about, so I figured I could ask about Tagalog. It was the only conversation starter I could come up with other than knocking on your door and asking to borrow some sugar.”

He has to laugh. “Yeah, I was going to borrow an egg from you if I had to.”

“Yeah?”

He looks over at her, feeling half his mouth tug up at the corner. “You know what I’m talking to my grandmother about most days? You. She thought I needed to start dating again, so I told her my neighbor was cute. I thought it was pretty safe. I didn’t think I’d ever actually talk to you.”

“Did you tell her we started talking?”

“I did, yeah. She thinks I should ask you out.”

“I have to say, your grandmother sounds like a very intelligent woman,” says Clarke, and he grins.

“She likes the sound of you too. I told her you had good taste in books.” He wets his lips. “So, are you busy tonight?”

“I’m not. And you need something to talk to your grandmother about in the morning, right?”

“Right,” he agrees. “She’s going to love this.”

It’s about a year before he and Clarke can coordinate a trip out to visit. His cousin gives his grandmother a ride out to meet them, and Clarke’s language studies have progressed far enough that she can say, “Hello, it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

They’ve spoken on the phone, so it’s not as if it’s really the first time they’re talking, but meeting in person always feels different.

“She is pretty, like you said,” his grandmother tells him, once she’s given Clarke a hug. “And good taste in men too. Did you get all that?” she adds, to Clarke.

“Not quite all,” she says, picking her words slowly. “Bellamy says my book is–less good.”

“It is,” he says, and switches to English. “I’m hoping we can find something better here. She just bought one online.”

“Well, I said you’re very pretty and my grandson has good taste,” she tells Clarke, linking their arms. “And now you can tell me all the things Bellamy won’t when we call.”

“I’m going to regret this, aren’t I?” he asks, with a somewhat overdramatic sigh. The whole effect is probably spoiled by the way he can’t stop smiling, though. Octavia will be here the day after tomorrow, and then he’s got two whole weeks to spend with all his favorite people. It’s hard to be anything but excited about the whole thing.

“You always say that,” says his grandmother. “But we all know you’ve been looking forward to this for months.”

“I have,” he agrees. “But now I’m going to have to learn a new language so I can say nice things about Clarke behind her back.”

Clarke laughs. “Well, there are worse problems to have, right?”

He takes his grandmother’s other side as they head back to the car, feeling warm and fuzzy and content in spite of–or perhaps somewhat thanks to–the jetlag. He’s here and Clarke’s here and they’ve got a whole vacation for her to get to know his family. He’s never gotten this far with anyone else, and he’s hoping Clarke’s the only person he ever brings home, now.

“Yeah,” he tells her. “It could definitely be worse.”

#shirawords

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