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Static Patterns

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem!reader

Summary: Wednesday’s struggling to say those three special words, so she decides to instead show you how she feels.

Warnings: soft/ooc!wednesday(!!!), reader’s kinda unserious, sorry

Word count: 1.8k

Notes: this was requested by @beauty-in-the-brkdwn​, hope you enjoy<3

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Never in her life had Wednesday felt more stupid than she did now.

Mere months ago, she had faced and overcome unthinkable odds, defeating an undead pilgrim and saving the entirety of Nevermore from destruction. A feat she pulled off with moderate ease.

And now here she was being bested by something as trivial as words.

It was humiliating to think about, even conceptually. That she—an aspiring writer—was struggling with words. A communicative tool she had mastered using before the age of five. This was even worse when paired with the fact that what she was struggling to say was so torturously simple.

Three words. Eight letters.

A phrase that millions were able to say in passing and yet the thought of actually saying those words to you was somehow more daunting than the Hyde and Crackstone combined.

It shouldn’t have been, she knew that. Her candor was one of her defining features, a thing of pride even. But when combined with everything they symbolize, those three syllables suddenly weighed a thousand pounds on her tongue.

She tried and failed multiple times and as bitter as defeat tasted, she had no choice but to swallow it down and rethink her strategy.

Thus, a new, different approach was taken. After all, they did say that actions spoke louder than words. One of the most fundamental rules when writing was show don’t tell. So she settled for showing you how she felt rather than vocalizing it.

It started small with something as small and insignificant as breakfast. One morning she decided to procure a bowl of your favorite cereal and another, smaller bowl of assorted fruits.

You would always whine about how they were gone by the time you got there—which was entirely your fault, seeing as you arrived nearly ten minutes after everyone else did—so she figured this was a good place to start.

The excitement on your face as you took your place next to her told her she was correct.

From there it branched out slowly, like roots growing within soil.

She would take your books from you and carry them while she escorted you to your classes—even the ones she didn’t attend with you. It made your commutes much easier since nobody dared step into Wednesday’s way while she marched through the halls.

Stealing snacks for you from the kitchen became a daily occurrence. And with a few well-executed threats, she was able to take them free of charge. They were left in your locker, Wednesday feigning surprise when you found them, but you both knew the truth.

When you mournfully showed her the C+ you got on your Botany test she demanded politely offered to tutor you.

It even got to the point where she was willing to indulge in what she would consider blasphemy—physical touch.

This specific form of affection was something she vehemently avoided, its alleged pleasures something that eluded her. But you abstained for the sake of her comfort, so she would be willing to put forth an effort for the sake of yours.

It wasn’t much, but sometimes at lunch when she was absolutely sure no one was paying attention, she would tentatively cross her pinky with yours. And when you sat across from her at the Weathervane, she lightly rested her hand over yours.

She would admit—never aloud—that it wasn’t terrible.

You noticed the abrupt shift in her behavior, of course. The first few times you let it be, curious glances in her direction your only acknowledgment of the situation.

But eventually, the questions started, and Wednesday being always prepared, had her answers ready on her tongue.

“Your complaints about these being gone every morning are tiresome, so I got them for you since you can’t be bothered to show up on time.”

“Your feeble arms looked like they were struggling more than usual. The pitiful display has gotten rather boring.”

“These grades are not reflective of your limited intellectual abilities, it’s disappointing. I’ll fix that.”

Her snark never had much effect on you, so the excuses always earned an honest, if a bit bewildered chuckle from you (though she swore she could see fear in your eyes after that last one). But you didn’t question her further.

If she were to hazard a guess, she would say that you refused to inquire about her actions because you were afraid she would stop upon confrontation. And she knew you didn’t want that.

It was clear to her that you were enjoying her efforts. You were always a more inherently joyful person than her, but she had never seen as many smiles and blushes from you as she did these past few weeks. It was a pleasant thing to witness, she supposed.

And perhaps, somewhere deep down in the dark recesses of her mind, she was enjoying it as well.

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You were late, like usual.

The Saturday study sessions she set up were scheduled to start at 12:30, meaning that you would arrive at 12:40. Your chronic tardiness was something that was so deeply ingrained that even she couldn’t correct it. She had long since given up trying.

She instead used the extra time to her advantage.

Opposite of you, she arrived every Saturday at 12:20 on the dot, preferring to be early so she could secure her favorite booth in the back of the café. The time before you arrived was used to plan out the lessons she would cover with you and color-coordinate her notes to make sure they were easy for you to understand.

The usual medium hot chocolate you ordered was placed on your side of the table, steam rising steadily from the top, but a new addition was the croissant she decided to order alongside it on a whim. You would appreciate it, she knew, you were always hungry.

At exactly 12:40, she heard the bell on the door chime and the familiar sound of your footsteps followed. She fought against the urge to straighten up and look back at you, gluing her eyes to the notes she was organizing.

There was movement in her peripherals as you slid into her sightline, the crooked grin on your face immediately identifiable, even out of focus. “Hey.”

“Hello,” she greeted evenly, sparing you only a glance as she pushed the pastry further over in your direction. Naturally, your eyes followed the movement and lit up comically once you spotted the food.

“For me?” you asked rather redundantly, the beginnings of a smile pulling at your lips.

Wednesday gave you a blank stare. “You’re the only other person at this table.”

That stupid, stunning smile only widened. You picked the croissant up and took a bite, never breaking eye contact with her. “Thanks, Wen.”

“You’re welcome,” she said, running her eyes over the expanse of your face. Then, “Now, open your textbook to page 274.”

Your face dropped but you obeyed.

Thirty minutes were spent taking notes and going over terms. A great use of the early afternoon in Wednesday’s opinion, though she knew your feelings would differ vastly.

You were focused on working for all of ten minutes before you started sending her long, blatantly obvious glances from across the table.

At the fifth consecutive look in a row, she decided to confront you. “If you have something to say then say it.”

You didn’t seem surprised to be called out, but you still took a minute to delve into your concerns. “What…is all of this?”

She paused her writing, glanced up briefly. “I’m not sure I understand your question.”

“Yeah, sorry that was vague,” you apologized, lightly shaking your head. “I mean all of these things you’ve been doing for these past few weeks—carrying my books, getting me my favorite foods at school, helping me study, and now buying me things…I love it, really but I don’t want you to do this because you think you need to-“

“I don’t,” she interrupted. “I do nothing out of an abstract sense of obligation, you know this.”

She didn’t have to see you to know that you were smiling. “Yes, I do. I just want to make sure that you know you don’t have to do all of this if you don’t want to.”

You were giving her an out. An unnecessary one, but the thought managed to be both touching and offensive. That you would sacrifice something that you are clearly enjoying for her was…courteous.

But the fact that you could possibly that she—Wednesday Addams—was doing anything for someone else because she “felt as if she had to” was nauseating and it needed to be fixed immediately.

“I do. Want to,” she said, her normally seamless cadence stunted as she tried to phrase her thoughts in a way that wasn’t painfully embarrassing. “I’m attempting to express the depth of my…feelings toward you.”

“Feelings? And what exactly do you feel for me?” Your tone was sincere, but there was a hint of smugness in it. Like you already knew the answer to your question.

“Disdain, at the moment,” she deadpanned as her mind receded elsewhere.

If she were to stop talking now, she knew you would drop it and take the win for what it was, but, strangely, she didn’t want to stop. The repulsive desire to open up pulled at her and she couldn’t help but lament the devastating effects that these cursed feelings continued to have on her.

Wednesday accepted her fate, took a deep breath, and swallowed her pride.

“In all seriousness, I…don’t hate you,” she ground out. “At all. Quite the opposite actually. And I felt it was important to let you know that, even if it was only through small, inane gestures.”

There was a moment of silence. Then another, and another. Unable to resist, Wednesday lifted her eyes to you and found that you looked positively awestruck. Eyes wide, brows raised, and lips parted. Utterly speechless.

She drank in the admittedly rare sight.

Slowly, the astonishment abated, and a wide, unruly grin crept onto your face. She knew right then that you were about to make her regret her confession.

“Awww,” you cooed, and, to her horror, you moved forward to press a warm kiss to her cheek.

Wednesday grimaced and glanced around to make sure that there were no witnesses to your display of affection. 

Thankfully, it seemed that no one had seen or if they had, they made the smart decision to look away before she gauged their eyes out.

She turned back and glared at you with as much murderous intent as she could muster, trying to seem utterly disgusted with your behavior. But she knew the undeniable burning in her cheeks told you everything you needed to know.

Giggling, you sat back, reaching over to thread your fingers together with hers. Your smile tempered, softening around the edges until only tenderness and an emotion that she was becoming all too familiar with remained.

You leaned forward again, and this time, she was too enraptured to bother looking around.

“I love you too, Wednesday.”

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Lucid Dreams of New Orleans: Chapter 13

CHAPTER SUMMARY: IN WHICH Alastor attends an important meeting.

FIC SUMMARY: Lucifer has always kept his distance from sinners. It’s what keeps him (relatively) sane — if he gets too close, he is haunted by visions of the tragic mortal lives that landed them in Hell. But in his new life at the Hotel, it is more difficult than ever to stay away — and when it comes to light that his daughter’s insufferable facilities manager is gravely wounded, it falls to Lucifer to deliver his soul from Death. In so doing, he falls headfirst into the sins, past lives, and heartbreaks of the one human whose contradictions he is powerless to resist.

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On the sixth sleepless night, Alastor finally tries to go home on his own.

Lucifer had told him it was possible, but offered no guidance. Alastor begins by calling up sensory details, the same way he would steer when Lucifer touched him. The rocking chair on the porch of his home. The clicking of knitting needles. The sizzle of diced onion dropped into a hot pan. 

Imagining gets him nowhere. His trip to Heaven is tomorrow, and he needs to — he must —

He curls in on himself and repeats the words in his head, like a melody:

Show me my mother — show me my mother — show me my mother —

But the fabric of his own soul is unyielding. 

Hours later, sleep finally finds him. He dreams once more of falling. 

The morning begins like any other. Alastor dons the new suit he procured for this occasion — a more minimalist version of his typical attire, closer to black than maroon. Clean, neat, and crisply starched. He buttons the jacket, pulls his hair back into a neat bun, and regards his reflection in his bathroom mirror. His new suit is certainly more befitting for a representative of the Hotel than his typical attire — which, though beloved and well-maintained, is tatty from years of use and the frequent magical removal of bloodstains. 

He is certain the new suit is the appropriate choice. Yet the deviation from his typical appearance makes him feel exposed, somehow — vulnerable. He considers abandoning the idea, but he has already missed his self-imposed deadline to head downstairs. The portal to Heaven is opening soon — the others will already be waiting for him.

He masks his apprehension behind a wide smile and leaves his room.

Everyone is indeed already milling about the seating area in the entry hall. 

Charlie is seated on a stool, scribbling in a notepad propped in her lap. When she spots Alastor, she waves him over with a smile on her face — no doubt to discuss strategy for their approaching trip. 

Alastor hesitates — Lucifer is standing behind Charlie, braiding her hair.

He recovers after a moment and takes the armchair across from Charlie. Lucifer is working intently, dividing and weaving her hair with deft, confident movements. It is like watching him do scales — rhythmic and effortless as a river. His eyes are intently focused on his hands, and he holds a hair tie between his teeth. 

Across the room, Husk laughs at Angel’s joke; Lucifer glances up, and his eyes flit past Alastor like he isn’t even there. 

The domestic scene makes Alastor’s stomach twist. He —

“—Alastor?”

Alastor viciously reins in his emotions with practiced efficiency. “Good morning, Charlie,” Alastor says, his smile pleasant, his voice even. “Lucifer.”

Lucifer nods in greeting without looking up.

They haven’t spoken since Alastor walked away nearly a week ago. When they’re in the same room, it is like this — both of them trying, to the best of their ability, to ignore one another’s existence. 

Lucifer takes the hair tie from his mouth, stretches it around his fingers, and winds it around the end of Charlie’s braid with a practiced movement. Charlie smiles and turns so the group can see her hair. It is a French braid with a few smaller braids woven in. 

Angel gasps. “It’s so pretty!”

“Very elegant,” Alastor says. 

“Thank you!” Charlie says. “Dad used to do this for me all the time as a kid, but this has to be the first time in years that —”

She is interrupted by the sound of a portal splitting open in front of the central staircase. 

Adrenaline surges through Alastor’s veins. He’s about to step through that portal. The Heaven on the other side of it is not a dream. 

“I guess it’s time,” Charlie says, her own voice tinged with nerves. She collects a thin binder from the coffee table — it contains the policy proposals she has carefully curated for this occasion. She clutches it tightly to her chest. 

Alastor widens his smile — more determined than ever to affect confidence for her sake. He stands and approaches the portal with a steady, calm posture. 

He stops next to the portal and gestures with his hand. “After you.”

“See you guys tonight,” Charlie says, and steps through. 

Alastor takes a step forward. 

“Al — Alastor,” Lucifer says. 

Alastor turns. Lucifer is watching him with wide, concerned eyes. Alastor’s anxiety multiplies — only Lucifer has any clue how Alastor might really feel about this visit to Heaven, and he has no appreciation for subtlety. Can’t Lucifer see that Alastor is only keeping control by a single fraying thread? One more word and Lucifer will give the game away. 

“What?” Alastor says flatly — in his rising panic, the word comes out a little sharper than he intends.

Lucifer stiffens, studies the floor. Then he glances back up at Alastor, his gaze steady. “Nothing,” he says lightly. “Just take care.” 

An echo of the words Alastor had spoken to Hollis a week ago, when he and Lucifer still enjoyed their simple routine. Before the tangled complexity of their friendship had exceeded Alastor’s capacity to comprehend. 

Alastor nods, turns on his heel, and steps through the portal. 

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Cooking Lessons

Tav tries to take over cooking from Gale, very briefly.

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“I did not duck…”

“You did not duck,” Tav confirmed, shaking her head in faux disapproval. Her hair fell like a halo around her face as she peered down at Gale. “I know I promised to keep you intact, but I’d appreciate your help with that.” She smiled and offered a hand to the downed wizard. Which he gladly took. The moment he was upright, pain from the orb shot through his shoulder like a bolt, setting his arm aflame. He felt a gentle arm around him, steadying him. Tav’s face swam into focus, her eyes full of worry. Gale turned his face away, taking a deep breath. Focusing on the pain instead of the warmth of her nearness.

“We’re done for today, let’s pack up!” She called out to the others.

He heard a disgruntled sound from Lae’zel and a scoff from Astarion. 

“There’s really no need to pause on my account; I have some potions in my pack. Really, I insist we move forward.” He managed through gritted teeth. Tav eyed him suspiciously before giving him a slight smile. 

“It isn’t because of you; I desperately need to wash the viscera out of my hair. It, coinciding with you taking the full brunt of an ogre swing, is simply a coincidence.” She fished potions out of her pack and handed them to him, stepping away. 

Three potions later, he was feeling vastly better but still unsure on his feet. The trudge home had added an additional layer to the exhaustion; he was ready to collapse when they finally arrived. He’d laid down his pack, prepared to cook as he’d done every night since their group had coalesced, only to find Tav stoking the fire. 

“Well, now, I really must protest. If you depose me as cook, I’ll be left task-less, and I'm not certain how helpful I could be in another capacity. ”

“I’m just showcasing my culinary prowess on top of my combat strategy. Plus, the hit you took today might have impacted your palate.” Tav flashed him a roguish grin.

Gale threw up his hand in mock defeat. “Who am I to resist you? Though if you'd indulge me, I'd like to observe, always something worth learning in the vast landscape of gastronomic delights.”

Tav gave him a sidelong glance, a slight smile whispering over her lips as Gale settled himself nearby with a groan and a book. He caught her concerned peek at his knees before returning her attention to the pot, assessing what new ingredients they’d procured over the day's events. She sifted through the sparse spices that’d been hastily acquired, as her hand drifted over a sprig of rosemary; she heard a slight tsk. Tav shot Gale a look, but his nose was thoroughly buried in his book. She returned to the herb options, only to again hear a slight puff of air in protestation. At this point, Tav had to actively smother the laughter bubbling from her. 

“Gale, would you assist me in spice selection for tonight?” Tav asked, a hand precautionarily placed in front of her growing smile. His eyes appeared over the top of his book.

“Oh! I’d happily offer my two sense if you’d like. Together, we shall concoct a feast fit for kings and queens, or at the very least, our little troupe." He beamed, looking quite pleased she'd asked for his help.

From there, Tav listened intently as Gale described the importance of aromatics in produce selection, then moving on to the best manner of garlic peeling. Gale soon realized that he’d entirely taken over cooking from her, though it seemed she’d not minded…

 “You know, I’ve found, when learning a kinetic skill, you should watch the hands at least once during the demonstration.” He teased, his own face tinting pink under her prolonged gaze.

“Oh yes, of course.” Tav turned her face back to the fire, taking the warmth of her eyes with it. He wished he kept her gaze, cursing himself for making mention of it. 

“I thought you’d have tired of your chef duties, given the day you’d had,” Tav said, maintaining a lightness in her tone. 

“No worse than anyone else’s, I’m sure. Our predicament continues to be as befuddling as it is rife with conflict.” Gale wondered what he could say to return her eyes to him. “Besides, I don’t think I could ever tire of this, or your company for that matter…”

Like a gift from the gods, he was given her full attention again. The look of softness in her eyes reached into his chest just to cradle his heart.

“Nor I.” She said simply.

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Chapter Ten:  Waves (Mitsunari POV) - Mitsunari isn’t great with emotion… but he’s very good at strategy. But can he strategize his way to a new connection with Okatsu?

Mitsunari x OC; Nobunaga x Mai

Previous Chapter

Logline - In order to protect a political alliance, Katusko and Mitsunari must pretend an engagement. But this “all business” arrangement is threatened by a coup against Nobunaga… and by feelings.

From the Military Notes of Ishida Mitsunari…

Strategy: the employment of a nation's military capabilities through high level and long-term planning, development, and procurement to guarantee security or victory. Tactics, which contribute to the achievement of the overall strategy, can be limited to a single battle and used to reach a short-term objective.

Personal comments: I understand tactics and strategy when it comes to war. I understand nothing when it comes to human interactions. And yet, strategy is not constrained within the parameters of a battlefield. Therefore, why wouldn’t it be possible to use military tactics and strategy to reach an interpersonal objective?

“What other behavior can you expect out of … newlywebs.”

The fact that both Nobunaga and Mai both found Mitsunari’s spider… hunt… amusing ought to have been a relief, but Mitsunari was too aghast at his own behavior to feel anything but shame. He had put his hand on her… no. This was a memory he would need to push far far down, and only examine later, when the embarrassment was not as fresh. The only relief was that although Okatsu had laughed at the incident, she hadn’t seemed to be laughing at him. He suspected she was laughing at herself.

Even so, his… internal upheaval lasted until he decided instead to revisit the book he had been reading that afternoon. Concentrating on the text helped him feel more like himself, and as the meal progressed, Mitsunari lost himself in the comfort of words. Of ideas. Of strategy.

In the practical art of war, the best thing of all is to take the enemy’s country whole and intact; to shatter and destroy it is not so good. So, too, it is better to capture an army entire than to destroy it, to capture a regiment, a detachment or a company entire than to destroy them.

Hence to fight and conquer in all your battles is not supreme excellence; supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance without fighting.

Thus the highest form of generalship is to baulk the enemy’s plans; the next best is to prevent the junction of the enemy’s forces; the next in order is to attack the enemy’s army in the field; and the worst policy of all is to besiege walled cities. The rule is, not to besiege walled cities if it can possibly be avo-

!

Okatsu had just moved his soup bowl!

The words in his head scattered, chased away by images, flashes really, of memory. Okatsu moving his teacup away from his arm. Okatsu edging his chopsticks away from the ledge of the table. Okatsu catching a bottle of sake before it fell. Okatsu… preventing the stack of books from falling on him. She had been covertly assisting him for a while now. “Lady Okatsu, you do that a lot… am I correct?”

As per usual, Okatsu was businesslike in her assessment – possibly her view was that if a job needed doing, she would do it without hesitation. “Honestly, it’s instinctive at this point… but would you prefer I didn’t?”

“I’d rather I didn’t make it necessary.” No wonder she had treated the spider incident so casually. She had dealt with his clumsiness so often that it likely was no more than a matter of duty for her. In a way, he supposed it was.

With a shrug, Okatsu treated his worry like it was simply something he could strategize a solution for. “Pretend your meal is a sparring match and your goal is not to come into any accidental contact with anything on the table.”

Would that work? It was a solution he hadn’t thought about, but it required him to pay attention while he ate. Which meant if it worked, that his problem wasn’t inherent and incurable clumsiness, but focus. Did it also mean that Okatsu didn’t believe he was a lost cause? For some reason, that theory made him feel… well… hopeful, though he wasn’t sure why that was so. “Thank you, Lady Okatsu. I will try that.”

After dinner, Hideyoshi requested Mitsunari’s presence for a ���short discussion,’ and Mitsunari wouldn’t have refused, even if he had wanted to. Unless the short discussion had to do with the spider incident. Which he would rather not think about yet. Or perhaps ever.

Unfortunately, once they reached the privacy of Hideyoshi’s rooms, that was exactly the topic Hideyoshi brought up. It was a casual mention, a comment thrown out while he was setting out his pipe and the Nanban ‘Tabaco’ that he’d developed a taste for. “Mitsunari, did Okatsu ask you to tou-”

Mitsunari stopped him right there. “I reached to brush away the spider, but it moved the other direction. I didn’t think, even when…” He paused, as the whole scene came rushing back, this time including Okatsu’s words. “She said, ‘wait, no’.” And he hadn’t listened. Once again, he wanted to retreat into the memory of his books. “I behaved worse than Mozumi.”

“No, clearly it was an honest mistake and Okatsu will-” Hideyoshi froze in the middle of packing the leaves into the pipe. “Mozumi? What did he do?”

“He took her to a shelf with books illustrating various acts of copulation and tried to touch her.” More shame, this time for not realizing what had been going on at the time. Had he been aware of what Mozumi was doing, he would have confronted the man.

“That…” Hideyoshi seemed at a loss for words. He sputtered a few nonsense syllables while his hands tightened on the stem of the pipe. Finally, he gathered himself back together. “How did Okatsu react?”

“She said she pretended to be stupid because she believed Mozumi would lose interest in bothering her.” Hm. Interesting that she had not reacted with her knife, the way she had when the sailor grabbed her. “He had already left the room before she told me what happened, or I would have let him know that was unacceptable… do you believe that I should confront him?”

Hideyoshi said nothing for a long moment, and the only noise was the rhythmic tapping of the pipe against the desk. “Lady Okatsu likely had the correct idea. I will discuss this with Nobunaga, and together we will subtly let Mozumi know we are watching him. Many would say that he has done nothing wrong, and indeed, he may not be aware that we find this kind of behavior inexcusable.”

“If it is inexcusable, then why are we excusing it?” Mitsunari did not want to give Mozumi another chance to bother Okatsu.

“We are not. Nobunaga will make it clear that Okatsu and Mai are under his protection, and insult to them would be a grave insult to him.” Hideyoshi gave a decisive nod. “Mozumi will not dare repeat the offense.”

With a bow, Mitsunari signaled his external agreement. Nobunaga would handle it. Internally, though, he promised himself that if Mozumi bothered Okatsu again, Mitsunari would also let him know this behavior was inexcusable.

When he returned to ‘their room,’ Okatsu was nowhere to be found. Was she avoiding him because of the spider? Or… what if Mozumi had decided that Okatsu would be a good victim after all? Spurred by that fear, Mitsunari hurried back to the banquet room, where a quick look at the scene inside was enough to confirm that Mozumi would likely be occupied for a while, if not the rest of the night.

Therefore, the good news was that Okatsu was not in danger from Mozumi. The bad news was that he still didn’t know where she was.

“Are you searching for Lady Okatsu?”

Mitsunari looked around, then down to see Mozumi’s young son addressing him. Unfortunately, Mitsunari couldn’t remember the child’s name, so instead, he simply nodded.

“She went to visit her horse.” The child bowed, then was towed off into the bowels of the castle by a harried looking retainer.

That mystery solved, Mitsunari returned to the room again, changed into his night clothing, and tried to concentrate on reading until Okatsu finally joined him. Just in case she was upset, he apologized again for putting his hand on her.

“It’s ok. Really. I know it was an accident.” Okatsu confirmed Hideyoshi’s take on the incident. “Could have been worse. Could have been a snake.” She rummaged through the shelves and found a night kimono, then casually strolled behind the screen.

Again, the sound of the rustle of her clothing against her skin did strange things to his senses. The screen was slightly raised above the floor – he could see her feet and ankles, as she stepped out of the discarded kimono. To distract himself from picturing the rest of her legs, he asked, “Are you afraid of snakes?”

“Only if they are poisonous. It was more that I was thinking a whole snake would have been pretty annoying in my clothes.” Rustle, rustle. She reappeared, fully covered in a turquoise kimono – apparently Mai had decided to make her something in her favorite color after all.

Mitsunari dragged his attention back to his book – it was odd not having the focus to read. Then again, he had never had to share quarters with a female person before … he was bound to find their ways and rituals curious. Still, it would be impolite to watch her, so he kept his eyes on the book, and only allowed himself covert glances out of the corner of his eyes. She placed her futon perpendicular to his, so that the tops met at the corner. She would be sleeping so close to him!

He would be able to hear her breathe.

The thought was oddly exciting.

She looked over at him and caught him staring. He was about to apologize again, but instead, she surprised him with new information. “Mitsuhide is in the stables.”

“Did he explain why?” Perhaps there was another purpose to this visit beyond an alliance and treaty. Mitsuhide would not have joined them, especially not in secret, if there weren’t an element of intrigue to be had.

She paused, and though there was no expression on her face, he realized her thoughts had gone the same direction as his. Mitsunari wasn’t sure how he knew this – perhaps like a book, Okatsu became more familiar with study. “No. Simply that he’d originally planned to send Kyubei, but that he needed Kyubei to go somewhere else.”

“It is always a good idea to have an undisclosed agent in reserve if you are unsure of your territory.” He watched Okatsu arrange her blankets and crawl into her futon. Hm. She likely did not plan to read before sleep. “Are you going to sleep now? Should I blow out the lantern?”

“If you want to keep reading, go ahead. It likely won’t make any difference.” Okatsu lay on her back. Rustle. Then on her side. Rustle. Then she cradled her arms under her head and pulled her knees up to chest. Rustle.

He blew out the light and in the sudden blackness, every breath and movement from her was magnified. Even in the dark, the image of her curled up in the bed was seared into his mind. He could hear her breathing softly, in and out, and imagined the rise and fall of her torso as she inhaled and exhaled. Her breathing reminded him of waves upon the shore.

When he was still answering to his childhood name of Sakichi, he had travelled with his father and brother to the ocean. He’d stood at the shoreline, fascinated by the way the waves lapped at his feet, then rolled back into the waters. What caused the motion? It had been a mystery he’d never solved. Even so, the knowledge that the waters approached and departed and approached and departed was a solace to him, evidence of an order and rhythm to a world that otherwise was characterized by disorder and chaos.

Listening to Okatsu breathing made him feel like he was back on that shore, with the steady rhythm of the waves providing comfort after a chaotic day. He focused on her breathing until the world softened and blackened.

Until some time later when his slumber was disturbed by the sound of Okatsu thrashing about. She sat up with a cry that choked off an instant after it began.

“Okatsu? Is anything wrong?” No one had come in to attack them. A bad dream?

“Yes, sorry. Did I wake you up?” Okatsu sounded as embarrassed as he had felt when he chased the spider into her clothing.

“Yes, but I don’t mind. Did you have a nightmare?” It was too dark to see her clearly, but Mitsunari rolled on his side to face her anyway. “This is why you don’t sleep?”

She took a deep breath as she lay back down. “A few years ago, I got trapped in a crate for a day and I still have nightmares about that.”

Trapped in a crate? A box? For an entire day? Though he didn’t quite grasp how that had come about, he wanted to comfort her, comfort her in the way that books, and the water could be a comfort to him. Perhaps he should offer a hug?

No… that felt like it would be too much of an imposition.

He reached over and tentatively patted her on her head. They way he would if she were Kitty and had curled up with him.

Her hair was soft.

She froze.

He held his breath.

Maybe this had been the wrong thing to do?

Then she moved closer, giving him greater access.

“I’m sad that happened to you.” Would it be wrong to ask her for more details? He supposed if she didn’t want to talk about it, she would say so. “Why were you stuck in a crate? Was it too small? I once got my hand stuck in Nobunaga’s candy jar.” He decided not to mention that he had only done such a thing at Mitsuhide’s instigation.

He could feel her relax further at his statement, as he had intended her to. “Was he upset?”

“No. Hideyoshi started using bigger jars, which resulted in more candy, so Nobunaga said he was pleased with my strategy.” He twined his fingers in her hair, careful not to accidentally snag it. Like the sea, he supposed, like waves. That was how to touch her. Ebb and flow. “Why were you stuck in the crate?”

“It’s kind of a long story. It was part of a plan to rescue my brother, but things went wrong.” She tensed up again, and Mitsunari concentrated on sending soothing thoughts through his hand. To heal if he was able. “Or I thought it was part of a plan to rescue my brother, but apparently it was actually a plan to get me out of the way, or even kill me… and no I don’t know why, but if I ever find the person who shut me in there, that’s one of the questions I plan to ask him.”

The anger Mitsunari had felt when he’d realized what Mozumi had done was nothing compared to the rage swelling up in him when he pictured Okatsu locked in and alone, left to die. He willed that feeling away – now was not the time for that. He could rage later. This was for figuring out what Okatsu needed, if he could, or letting her choose, if he could not. Because this incident had left scars, not simply with bad dreams. Okatsu seemed more restless when she was indoors, and she--. “This is why you like being outside or near windows, isn’t it?”

“Yes. That’s-” Whatever she meant to say was interrupted by a yawn.

“Maybe you can sleep better now?” Although he liked talking to her in the dark, it would be better for both if they slept.

“I’ll try.” She burrowed into the bed but stayed within his reach. “Thank you.”

“You are welcome Okatsu.” Since she seemed to enjoy it, he continued to caress the top of her head, as her breath slowed and the tension eased from her body.

She was asleep now, he could tell. Mitsunari considered removing his hand from her hair, but he was enjoying the texture of it as it curled very slightly under his fingertips. Okatsu had seemed so competent, even businesslike with him until this night that he hadn’t realized she was hiding behind that. It was her armor. A castle with gates and a moat.

As a strategist, he appreciated that competence, as he imagined Mitsuhide did as well, or the man wouldn’t have brought her into this.

But… as a man… he was now noticing there was softness there too. Maybe she didn’t want to be soft – if she had survived such a frightening attempt on her life by someone that – reading between the lines – she had trusted, Mitsunari could even understand why. But like that unexpected curl in her hair, it was there.

Though the residual embarrassment surged through him, he finally allowed himself to think back to the moment when he’d instinctively followed that spider’s path down the front of her kimono, and his fingers had encountered a different, an exciting softness. Another woman might have thrown a fit, or retreated into embarrassment, but Okatsu had simply laughed it off.

That had been a relief then. But now, with her sleeping quietly under his hand, he wished she had turned just a little pink, and looked at him with a dawning awareness in her eyes. Instead of being… businesslike.

No – businesslike was not how she treated him. She acted as if he were her brother – in fact – she had mentioned that he reminded her of him.

Perhaps that was for the best. They had made a bargain. Okatsu wanted to return to her life. Mitsunari wanted no distractions in his.

But… if he did change his mind… if… would he be able to change hers?

It… might be somewhat like a battle campaign. He was a strategist after all. If he could figure out a strategy for war, he could figure out one for affection.

If he wanted to.

Okatsu stirred in her sleep, and rolled over, leaving his hand behind, alone, and cold.

And Mitsunari knew.

He wanted to.

@lorei-writes @bestbryn @katriniac @lyds323 @briars7

[stromuprisahat]

I was watching this Indian series on Netflix about the life of courtesans during pre-independence India (it's called Heeramandi). It's not the best series, there are definitely historical accuracy issues and issues with the way the courtesans are written in moments, but one subplot I thought was interesting was one where one of the courtesans has a wealthy patron who's also her lover sort of, and the main reason she indulges him is because he gives her information related to how the British government wants to undermine the freedom fighters who are fighting for India's independence, and she then feeds this information to the freedom fighters because she's also one of them. I'm only bringing this up, because I was vaguely reminded of Genya from Shadow and Bone, and even though both stories have major differences, I really wish we had gotten an interesting subplot like this for Genya with interesting politics and Genya getting to do more interesting espionage related things instead of the plot we actually got. What are your thoughts?

Well, there are the obvious issues- Genya's too young to be satisfyingly trained, therefore not the ideal choice for intel extraction. Current Tsar's proclivities disqualify experienced personel for the job, but then again they make him unlikely to serve as a source of information. Or do we believe he speaks strategy, when raping a maid? Sure, he can be monologuing, but the whole seductive spies idea stands on ability to procure specific info, therefore directed interaction.

There's plenty of interesting AUs in it- Genya as the Royal mistress, helping to undermine the rule of the man, whose bed she shares-, but unfortunately those remain only AUs. What could've been canon-compliant, is her post-war station. I have no fucking clue, what's her official position supposed to be, but I disagree.

SHE should've been THE spymaster.

She has insight into politics, she's (suddenly permanently) Tailoring spies for their missions, she used to be intelligent and cunning, hell, she can have a semi-official diplomatic position to go with it!

Think book!Varys or book!Dijkstra in gorgeous outfits!

[arstheor]

CONCEPT: housemd pacific rim au.

cuddy (retired assault specialist) is a shatterdome marshal. her specialities include strategy and weaponry.

officer wilson is the jaeger academy's best psych analyst. despite successfully completing all prerequisites to becoming a jaeger pilot, wilson could not find a sufficiently drift compatible partner during his time as a cadet.

officer house (retired jaeger pilot) is an experimental neural bridge operator and a renowned cryptozoologist. his ex-co-pilot, ex-wife stacy warner, is currently a fightmaster at the jaeger academy.

5 years prior to the events of the current plot, stacy disobeyed protocol and acted upon a radical new theory she had found in house's subconscious. although the mission was successful and the misconduct was forgiven, house permanently lost compatibility with his ex-wife-- his trust was broken beyond repair.

due to a demand for bigger, stronger jaegers that require more than the standard 2 pilots, cuddy has tasked house (and by extension, wilson) with curating a team of aspiring jaeger pilots that aim to work in endless combinations-- interchangeable triple, quadruple and even quintuple pairings. in other words, house inflicts extreme psychological warfare on his ducklings to procure the ppdc's very first drift compatible Jaeger Unit.

subplot: house and wilson get to find out that they're drift compatible and fight bigass kaijus tehe <3

[preblesboys]

”An Act To Increase the Navy of the United States!”

When your crush uses you as an armrest. *bites fist*

Just an excuse to draw my otp! You already know Mr. Peacock Man Lewis Warrington, here’s the other half Johnston Blakeley! Joining them is William Bainbridge’s younger brother Joseph Bainbridge who looks like a season one high school antagonist who you fight and ultimately win his begrudging respect.

January 2, 1813 President Madison signed a bill to build more ships for the navy. Congress authorized a class of powerful sloops of war that would be less costly and more quick to build.

Secretary William Jones outlined the strategy “It is intended to dispatch all our public ships, now in port, as well as soon as possible in such positions as may be best adapted to destroy the commerce of the enemy, from the Cape of Good Hope to Cape Clear, and to continue as long as possible, as long as the means of subsistence be procured in any quarter. If anything can draw the attention of the enemy from the annoyance of our coast for the protection of his own rich and exposed commercial fleets, it will be a course of this nature, and if this effect can be produced, the twofold objective of increasing the pressure on the enemy and relieving ourselves will be obtained.”

Joseph Bainbridge sailed the USS Frolic, Lewis Warrington commanded the um, let me see….. the USS Peacock! And Johnston Blakeley who was the last to ship out was on the USS Wasp.

This is parallel to Isaac Hull’s mini comic.

[steelindustryman]

MS Seamless Pipe at Lowest Price From Best Supplier

Mild Steel (MS) seamless pipes play a crucial role across a variety of industries, owing to their durability, strength, and flexibility. These pipes are widely used in applications such as construction, oil and gas pipelines, structural and mechanical components, and more. If you're seeking MS seamless pipes at the lowest price, Udhhyog is your ideal partner for high-quality, cost-effective industrial steel products.

What are MS Seamless Pipes?

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Key Characteristics of MS Seamless Pipes:

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Why Choose Udhhyog for MS Seamless Pipes?

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While MS seamless pipes are a key product offering, Udhhyog also specializes in a broad array of steel materials, such as flanges, valves, pipe fittings, and more. This means you can source all your industrial needs from a single, trusted supplier. With Udhhyog, you save time, money, and the hassle of dealing with multiple vendors.

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As a dedicated B2B platform, Udhhyog understands the unique challenges faced by MSMEs. To help these businesses succeed, we offer tailored solutions, including credit-based procurement and flexible payment plans. This allows smaller companies to access the high-quality materials they need without financial strain.

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Wherever your business is located in India, Udhhyog has a robust distribution network that ensures timely delivery of your MS seamless pipes. Whether you're based in a major city or a more remote industrial area, Udhhyog guarantees fast and reliable delivery across the country.

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MS seamless pipes are widely used in various industries due to their strength and flexibility. Some of the primary applications include:

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[okpai]

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[udhhyog2]

Understanding the 2 Inch MS Flange Price

When dealing with industrial piping systems, the price of components like the 2 inch MS flange is a critical factor for businesses looking to maintain efficiency without compromising on quality. At Udhhyog, we understand the importance of both cost-effectiveness and reliability, which is why we offer competitive prices on our wide range of MS flanges.

What is a 2 Inch MS Flange?

A 2 inch MS flange is a crucial component used in various industrial applications to connect pipes, valves, and other equipment. Made from mild steel, these flanges are known for their durability, strength, and ability to withstand high pressure and temperature conditions. The "2 inch" specification refers to the nominal bore size, making it suitable for pipes with a 2 inch diameter.

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The price of a 2 inch MS flange can vary based on several factors:

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The quality of mild steel used in manufacturing the flange directly impacts its price. Higher-grade materials that offer better resistance to corrosion and wear may come at a premium.

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Additional coatings or finishes, such as galvanization, can increase the flange's durability and, consequently, its price. These coatings are essential for applications in corrosive environments.

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Bulk purchasing often leads to cost savings. At Udhhyog, we offer competitive prices for bulk orders, making it more economical for businesses requiring large quantities of 2 inch MS flanges.

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Like many industrial products, the price of MS flanges can fluctuate based on market demand and raw material costs. Staying informed about market trends can help in making cost-effective procurement decisions.

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At Udhhyog, we prioritize quality, affordability, and customer satisfaction. Here’s why businesses choose us for their 2 inch MS flange needs:

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[mavaji]

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As the premier fabric exporter in India, Mavazi Fabric takes pride in upholding the highest standards of quality control and consistency in all our products. Our commitment to excellence is unwavering, and we employ a range of strategies to ensure that every fabric we export meets and exceeds the expectations of our clients worldwide. Let's explore how the best fabric exporter in India, Mavazi Fabrics, ensures quality control and consistency across our operations.

1. Rigorous Supplier Selection Process

Quality control begins with sourcing the finest raw materials. At Mavazi Fabric, we partner with reputable suppliers who share our commitment to quality and ethical practices. Our procurement team conducts thorough assessments of potential suppliers, evaluating factors such as their reputation, reliability, production processes, and adherence to quality standards. By selecting the right suppliers, we lay the foundation for consistency and excellence in our products.

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Quality assurance is a cornerstone of our operations at Mavazi Fabric. We have established comprehensive quality assurance protocols that govern every stage of production, from raw material inspection to finished product testing. Our dedicated team of quality control professionals meticulously inspects and tests each batch of fabric to ensure compliance with our stringent quality standards. By adhering to these protocols, we can identify and address any deviations from our quality benchmarks before they impact the final product.

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Our state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities are equipped with the latest technology and machinery to streamline production processes and maintain consistency in quality. We invest in cutting-edge equipment that enables us to achieve precision, efficiency, and reproducibility in every stage of fabric production. From spinning and weaving to dyeing and finishing, our manufacturing facilities are optimized for maximum efficiency and quality control.

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Our greatest asset at Mavazi Fabric is our team of skilled professionals who are dedicated to upholding our commitment to quality and consistency. We invest in continuous training and skill development programs to ensure that our employees are equipped with the knowledge, expertise, and tools needed to excel in their roles. By fostering a culture of continuous learning and improvement, we empower our team to deliver exceptional results every time.

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We recognize that quality is a journey, not a destination. That's why we actively seek feedback from our customers, suppliers, and internal stakeholders to identify areas for improvement and innovation. We value transparency and collaboration, and we leverage feedback mechanisms to drive continuous improvement in our processes, products, and services. By embracing a culture of continuous improvement, we can stay ahead of the curve and consistently deliver the highest quality fabrics to our customers.

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At Mavazi Fabric, ensuring quality control and consistency is not just a goal; it's a commitment we uphold in every aspect of our operations. From rigorous supplier selection processes and comprehensive quality assurance protocols to state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities, skilled workforce, and continuous improvement initiatives, we leave no stone unturned in our quest for excellence. As the best fabric exporter in India, we are proud to set the standard for quality and consistency in the textile industry, delivering products that exceed expectations and delight our clients worldwide.

[whiskeygirll]

nick miller has ADHD headcanon !!

i love pondering the circumstances that led to nick getting into law school, because it's so wildly outside of his character as we know him, though he's very smart.

first of all it was definitely a spontaneous decision, he did not dream of law school his whole life nor has anyone in his family ever attended law school.

my headcanon is that in early days at Ass Strat schmidt was feeling the pressure to pull long hours, so he bought a crap ton of adderall off some college students. long story short nick ends up stealing it because he's curious about the effects and he proceeds to:

decide it would be cool to be a lawyer (he wants an excuse to carry a briefcase)

study for and take the LSAT, getting a super high score

apply to law schools

get in with significant merit scholarship funding

.... and then the adderall runs out.

nick struggles through law school to the best of his undiagnosed ability, relying heavily on strange coping strategies and forcing winston to sit in his room silently while he studies. he doesn't get any more adderall because he thought it was some illicit drug schmidt had procured and he's scared of getting "addicted" to it

fast forward to years ahead, nick is telling jess this story and she matter-of-factly informs him that he has ADHD

"Pfff, I don't have ADHD. I can sit very still. Watch."

and so jess drags nick to get evaluated and at 35 years old nick miller is sitting with a diagnosis in his hands, proof that he is not stupid, or lazy, and never has been. he was just undiagnosed.

[faebhaal]

Some interesting things to note about the Church/cult of Bhaal:

Dogma: Bhaalists believed (in their sick and twisted way) that every murder committed strengthened holy Bhaal. As a result, they viewed murder asboth a pastime and a duty. Bhaalists were required to deal death once in every tenday during the darkest period at the heart of the night. If imprisonment or other constraining circumstances made this impossible, they had to murder twice for each death missed. In accordance with the Lord of Murder’s teachings, Bhaalists strove to ensure that before they died, murder victims knew who was killing them and that their death was in the name of Bhaal. Novices of Bhaal were charged as follows: “Make all folk fear Bhaal. Let your killings be especially elegant, or grisly, or seem easy so that those observing them are awed or terrified. Tell folk that gold proffered to the church can make the Lord of Murder overlook them for today.” Day-to-Day Activities: While Bhaal also encouraged the pursuit of personal wealth and hobbies, in the main, Bhaalists spent their nights performing murders and their days preparing for murder (procuring or caring for weapons, journeying to the appropriate site, praying to Bhaal for success, sleeping under guard so as to be fully awake for the hours of darkness, eating, training, praying for spells, and the like). Many served as assassins, bounty hunters, and mercenaries or in organized brotherhoods of men and women in such professions. Priests of Bhaal enjoyed killing for its own sake but tried not to murder indiscriminately. Much time and thought went into the planning of not just the dark deeds, but the implications of killing this or that individual. The church tried to eliminate all rivals and those who stood against it, to be sure, but also strove to enrich itself by frightening common folk into placing offerings of coinage and valuables before Bhaalists and by taking care to let economically and socially important individuals live unharmed. High Primates spent much of their time planning the proper strategies of manipulating nearby rulers, inhabitants, and organizations into the deeds and behavior that the Bhaalyns desired.

from Faiths & Avatars by Julia Martin circa 1996

Pretty much what it boils down to is, yes, being a member of the Church of Bhaal meant you were going to be murdering people quite often. Once a tenday in fact. However, majority of murders weren't indiscriminate or randos off the street. Targets are often picked and their murders planned out. The point of this was to not only feed Bhaal's bloodlust literally but also through fear, awe and material offerings. On the topic of offerings, while they may stay an assassin's hand at the moment, I would like to think it's not immunity from being a target in the future. Tell folk that gold proffered to the church can make the Lord of Murder overlook them for today --- suggests such; you can live for another day or ten. But eventually the mercy and grace run out.

When it comes to Ithaca's place in the church, it's not incorrect to say she's pretty much a nepo-baby (afterall she was made to pretty much be Bhaal's anti-christ). However, she still devoted her time and energy to the cause, securing her place.

Her duties beyond just murder were (though perhaps not limited to) torturing, preparing for and leading rituals, plotting hits, picking targets, and even helping High Primates in their manipulations that served the Bhaalists and Bhaal.

It was her cunning, charm and cruelty that served as her best weapons --- tools that brought about surges of inspiration through the Church of Bhaal and all it's factions. It wouldn't be uncommon for her to travel to different fortresses and temples to offer aid or for her own missions.

It would be a lie to say that Ithaca didn't enjoy being revered and respected the way she was when part of the Church of Bhaal. Oh no, she absolutely reveled in it! Granted she still lived under the ever watchful eye of Sceleritas, making sure she followed her path, which for the most part she did. Rebellion came in the form of details such as how a task was completed, when it was completed (still before a deadline), occasional going off script. Perhaps through her own genius or sheer dumb luck, things seemed to most of the time somehow work in her favor though she was not immune from scoldings and punishments when they did not.

[une-sanz-pluis]

Richard, previously thought dead and now reported living in Scotland, seems to have functioned as a revenant, a returned spirit, in the sense not just of embodying something these plowmen wished to see but also of imposing a demand upon them. Presumably this demand drew upon elements of belief beyond whatever these practical men of toil might or might not have thought about the historical Richard, or even about kingship at all. Bernard, leaving his plow, gathering followers and procuring arms, and departing to the precincts of Merevale abbey for so conjectural a coming, may have been influenced by unarticulated messianic yearnings and prophecies, including those Arthurian-inflected legends about the second coming of a neither wholly dead nor wholly living king. Even so, nothing in the trial record seems sufficiently to explain the commingling of duty and desire that impelled these plowmen to a vigil so unlikely and so remote from any possible calculation of their own best interest or likely advantage. One lesson of such palpably irrational material as the persistent rumor of the living Richard is that people do not always behave according to rational calculations of interest. Interest and affect are indeed involved, but not of the calculating kind; their contours are to be sought in the nature of the desire or wish that brings the form of an absent object before a mourning subject's eyes.

Paul Strohm, "The Trouble with Richard: The Reburial of Richard II and Lancastrian Symbolic Strategy", Speculum, Vol. 71, No. 1 (1996)

[auctionsoftware]

Different types Features of Reverse Auction Software

The best reverse auction software comes equipped with a range of features that enhance the bidding process. Let's explore some of these features:

1. Supplier Database Management

A robust reverse auction software allows you to maintain a comprehensive supplier database. This feature enables you to prequalify suppliers, store their information, and easily invite them to participate in upcoming auctions. It also allows you to track supplier performance and make informed decisions based on historical data.

2. Real-Time Bidding Process

With the best reverse auction software, the bidding process becomes real-time and transparent. Suppliers can submit their bids online, and buyers can monitor the progress in real-time. This eliminates the need for manual tracking and enables buyers to make informed decisions quickly.

3. Customization Options

Reverse auction software often provides customization options to suit your specific business requirements. You can configure the software to align with your procurement processes, pricing rules, and evaluation criteria. This flexibility ensures that the software caters to your unique bidding strategy.

4. Bid Evaluation Tools

To evaluate bids effectively, reverse auction software offers advanced bid evaluation tools. These tools allow buyers to analyze bids based on various factors such as price, quality, delivery time, and supplier reliability. By leveraging these tools, buyers can make data-driven decisions and select the best supplier for the business.

Conclusion

Mastering reverse auction bidding strategy requires a combination of best practices and the right tools. By following the best practices outlined in this article and using the best reverse auction software available in the market, you can streamline your bidding process, achieve cost savings, and enhance supplier relationships. Embrace the power of reverse auctioning and take your procurement process to the next level.