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[hrizantemy]

Day 5 of ACOTAR Games: This or That

Perhaps, this is an easy one.

Who is more useless in the Night court?

Amren: Second-in-Command to High Lord

Morrigan: Third-in-Command to High Lord

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @achaotichuman @litnerdwrites @fenrysmoonbeamswife @gwandas @positivelyruined @yaralulu @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

And, @kataraavatara is on penalty.

You never fail to surprise me with such detailed essays on short notice, and they are always on point. Thank you!

This is an easy choice: Morrigan is far more useless than Amren in the Night Court.

While Amren may have her flaws and isn’t exactly likable, she has a clear purpose. She’s been alive for millennia and provides valuable knowledge about history, ancient texts, and magical artifacts. For example, Amren was instrumental in deciphering the Book of Breathings, which helped in the war against Hybern. Despite her lack of active participation in governing Velaris, her insights have proven essential when dealing with high-stakes situations.

In contrast, Morrigan’s role as the “Third-in-Command” and bridge between Hewn City and Velaris is more performative than practical. She despises the Hewn City, barely interacts with its people, and when she does, it’s often to antagonize or mock them. Her so-called duty to maintain relations seems to exist only when Rhysand forces her hand. Instead of acting as a true emissary to connect these two parts of the Night Court, Morrigan’s disdain creates more division. If she can’t even do the one job she’s supposedly responsible for, her utility within the court is highly questionable.

Morrigan’s trauma undoubtedly shapes who she is, and her history with Hewn City is a heavy burden. She endured horrific abuse at the hands of her father and was betrayed, which left her emotionally scarred. These experiences make it understandable that she would harbor hatred for Hewn City, the place that allowed her suffering. However, the issue lies in how she channels that hatred—not toward the individuals responsible for her pain, but toward the entire city, including the innocent women and children trapped there, many of whom are victims just like she was.

Instead of confronting her father directly or working to dismantle the toxic structures that allowed her abuse, Morrigan antagonizes the very people she could be helping. The women of Hewn City suffer under the same misogynistic and oppressive culture that harmed her, yet Morrigan shows them no compassion. She makes no effort to uplift them or offer them a way out. Instead, she treats the entire population as though they’re complicit in her abuse, despite the fact that many of them are victims themselves.

This approach perpetuates the cycle of suffering and ensures that the city remains a place of pain and oppression. Morrigan’s role as a bridge between Hewn City and Velaris gives her a unique opportunity to advocate for change, but her disdain and inaction only deepen the divide. Rather than using her power and position to help those who can’t escape, she distances herself from their struggles, almost as if punishing them for being reminders of her own trauma.

While her feelings are understandable, they’re also deeply flawed. Morrigan’s inability—or unwillingness—to separate the systems of oppression from the people trapped within them prevents her from being a true force for good. It’s a tragedy, really, because she could be a powerful ally to the women and children of Hewn City, working to ensure that no one else endures the horrors she faced. Instead, she leaves them to fend for themselves in a place she herself calls a den of abuse.

What makes Morrigan’s behavior toward Hewn City even worse is the proof that she is capable of compassion and of helping women who have endured abuse. She’s shown that she has the strength, resources, and heart to lift others out of their suffering—just not when it comes to the women and children of Hewn City.

Morrigan has been instrumental in creating safe spaces for abused women in other parts of the Night Court. The library beneath Velaris is a sanctuary for women who have suffered horrors, offering them shelter, purpose, and the time they need to heal. It’s an incredible initiative, and Morrigan’s role in it shows that she understands the importance of supporting victims rather than abandoning them to their circumstances. She also risked her own safety to save Feyre, who was trapped in an abusive situation with Tamlin. Morrigan recognized Feyre’s pain and extended her hand, offering her a way out. These acts of kindness and protection reveal that she knows how to help women who feel powerless—and that she can take meaningful action when she chooses to.

But that makes her behavior toward Hewn City even harder to stomach. Morrigan knows how to be an advocate for women. She knows how to step in and make a difference. She has the means and the influence to empower the oppressed, yet she completely ignores the suffering of the women and children in Hewn City. Instead of reaching out to them, she dismisses them as part of a culture she despises, as if their mere association with Hewn City taints them.

This selective compassion makes it clear that Morrigan’s issue isn’t her ability to help—it’s her unwillingness to see beyond her own pain. She could bring the same energy she dedicates to Velaris and Feyre to the women of Hewn City, creating safe spaces and fighting for their freedom. Instead, she distances herself, turning her back on those who need her most simply because their plight reminds her too much of her own trauma.

This isn’t me saying that Morrigan can’t have her trauma. She’s absolutely entitled to her pain and the scars it left behind. What happened to her was horrific, and it’s understandable that her past deeply influences her actions. However, when you are in a position of power, especially one that directly impacts the lives of others, you don’t have the luxury of letting your trauma dictate all your decisions. And yes, that’s unfair. It sucks. But it’s true.

Morrigan is the Third-in-Command of the Night Court. She holds a position of immense influence, one that gives her the ability—and the responsibility—to shape policies and help those who need it most. Her role as a bridge between Velaris and Hewn City isn’t ceremonial; it’s crucial. She’s in a unique position to advocate for the women and children suffering under the oppressive culture of Hewn City, to dismantle the systems of abuse that allowed her father’s cruelty to thrive. But instead, she lets her personal pain drive her choices, choosing to ignore or even antagonize an entire population because of what her father did to her.

It’s a harsh truth, but holding power means you don’t get to avoid the hard work of separating your personal feelings from your responsibilities. Morrigan’s trauma may explain her behavior, but it doesn’t excuse her decision to turn her back on the people of Hewn City. The women and children there didn’t hurt her; they’re victims of the same culture that harmed her. Yet Morrigan’s refusal to help them ensures their suffering continues, as if she’s punishing them for being reminders of her past.

Being in power means rising above personal grievances, no matter how justified they are, to serve the greater good. It’s not fair, and it doesn’t make her trauma any less valid, but fairness isn’t the point. The point is that her position comes with responsibilities she’s actively choosing not to fulfill. And when you choose not to help those who are suffering—when you decide some people aren’t worth saving because of your personal pain—that’s a failure of leadership, no matter how justified your feelings might be.

Overall, I blame Rhysand for this situation because he actively appointed Morrigan as the bridge between Hewn City and Velaris, fully aware of her trauma and the complicated history she has with that place. He put her in a position where her personal pain would inevitably clash with her responsibilities and, worse, doesn’t seem to expect her to actually do her job. It’s a failure of leadership on his part, and it creates a cycle of neglect and harm for the people of Hewn City.

Rhysand knows Morrigan’s history—he’s her closest friend and family. He knows how deeply she despises Hewn City, not just because of its culture but because it represents her most painful memories. And yet, he assigned her the role of liaison, a position that requires objectivity, diplomacy, and, most importantly, empathy for the people trapped in that oppressive environment. It’s a role that Morrigan is fundamentally unsuited for, and Rhysand should have recognized that. Instead, he placed her in charge and then gave her a free pass to neglect her duties because he never expects her to actually engage with the people of Hewn City in any meaningful way.

By not holding Morrigan accountable, Rhysand is complicit in perpetuating the suffering in Hewn City. He knows she hates the place and only visits when she’s forced to, usually to antagonize its citizens or make a statement. He knows she doesn’t advocate for the women and children there, doesn’t work to improve their lives, and doesn’t even try to dismantle the oppressive systems that harm them. And yet, he does nothing to address it. If Rhysand truly cared about the people of his court, he would have chosen someone better suited to the task—someone who could set aside personal grievances and focus on the bigger picture. Instead, he enables Morrigan’s inaction and, by extension, the continued suffering of Hewn City’s most vulnerable.

This is a recurring issue with Rhysand as a leader: he prioritizes the feelings and comfort of his inner circle over the well-being of the wider court. He lets Morrigan avoid her duties because he doesn’t want to push her, just as he lets other members of his circle get away with questionable behavior. But being a good High Lord means making difficult decisions, even if they upset your friends. In this case, that would mean acknowledging that Morrigan is not the right person for this role and finding someone who is.

Rhysand’s decision to put Morrigan in charge of Hewn City and then not hold her accountable for her failures speaks to a larger issue of negligence. He created a situation where both Morrigan and the people of Hewn City are set up to fail. And while Morrigan’s actions—or lack thereof—are her own, Rhysand bears ultimate responsibility for allowing this dynamic to continue unchecked. As High Lord, the buck stops with him, and in this case, he has failed both his court and his cousin by putting her in a role that only exacerbates her trauma and neglects the needs of his people.

Morrigan is fundamentally useless in her position as the Third-in-Command and the supposed bridge between Hewn City and Velaris. While we know that she travels to other courts and even to places beyond Prythian, which suggests she is at least somewhat fulfilling her duties as Rhysand’s emissary, the glaring issue is that she is neglecting the responsibilities within her own court. Her primary role is to foster diplomacy and maintain balance between Velaris and Hewn City, but she fails spectacularly in that regard, leaving an entire segment of the Night Court ignored and unsupported.

The fact that Morrigan can apparently perform her duties outside of the Night Court—acting as an emissary to other courts and dealing with foreign matters—only highlights how blatantly she is neglecting her own people. She’s willing to go to great lengths to maintain relationships with others but seems unwilling to put in the same effort for Hewn City, which falls squarely under her jurisdiction. The people of Hewn City aren’t just random citizens of Prythian; they are part of the Night Court, the very court Morrigan is sworn to serve.

What’s really funny, or rather, ironic, is how Morrigan wanted to join the Valkyries—the very group of women who are literally fighting for other women—when she’s shown so little interest in doing the same within her own court. The Valkyries are about empowering women, lifting them up, and fighting for justice, and yet Morrigan, who could be using her position of power to help the women and children of Hewn City, seems more focused on her own trauma and grievances than on extending any empathy or help to those who need it. The contrast between her desire to join the Valkyries and her actual behavior is striking.

Morrigan’s involvement with the Valkyries would, in theory, be a natural fit for someone who’s passionate about protecting and uplifting women. But her desire to be a part of them comes across as more of an idealized fantasy than a genuine commitment to the values they stand for. The Valkyries, at their core, are women who stand together, fighting to protect each other and create a better future for their kind. They represent a collective strength, and their work centers around supporting women who’ve been victims of oppression. But Morrigan’s actions—ignoring or antagonizing the women of Hewn City, failing to take responsibility for the systemic abuse within her own court—undermine the very essence of what the Valkyries stand for.

If Morrigan truly wanted to be a part of something that’s about standing for women, she would have started by using her influence to make a difference for the women of Hewn City. She has the power, the status, and the resources to be a strong ally to these women, but instead, she chooses to retreat into her own pain and neglect her responsibilities. If she were truly invested in the idea of women fighting for other women, she would be leading the charge to break the cycle of abuse in Hewn City, offering support and protection to the very people she claims to care about.

The irony isn’t lost: Morrigan wants to be a Valkyrie, but she’s failed to embody the core principles of what the Valkyries stand for. She has the power to do what they do—fight for women, protect them, give them a voice—and yet, she chooses not to. Instead, she turns her back on the very women who need her most. It’s as though she wants the image of being a protector, a warrior for women, but without doing the hard work of actually being one. The Valkyries are about building each other up, but Morrigan has yet to recognize that she needs to start within her own court, especially when she’s in a position to make the biggest impact.

I digress, but at the end of the day, this still comes back to Rhysand’s failure in putting Morrigan in a position of power. He knew her trauma, knew her history with Hewn City, and yet, he still placed her in a role where she was supposed to manage that very situation. The fact that she’s fundamentally incapable of doing the job doesn’t absolve her of responsibility, but Rhysand bears the brunt of the blame for this misstep. He’s the one who made the choice to place her in that position, knowing full well that her personal issues would interfere with her ability to serve the court and its people.

Morrigan is, undeniably, the most useless one in her position. While she may have power and status, she has consistently chosen to neglect the most vulnerable part of her own court. She may travel to other courts, ostensibly doing her job, but it’s clear that she’s neglecting her duties within the Night Court, especially when it comes to the people of Hewn City. The women and children suffering there are left to fend for themselves because Morrigan, despite being in a position to help them, either ignores them or actively antagonizes them. That’s the ultimate failure of leadership—she’s had every opportunity to make a difference, yet refuses to use her influence for the betterment of those in need.

Yes, Morrigan has trauma, and yes, that shapes her actions, but the reality is that trauma can’t be an excuse for neglecting an entire group of people who depend on her. If Rhysand had recognized her limitations, he should have never put her in that position. Instead, he allowed her to take up a role she was ill-suited for, and the result is the continued suffering of the very people she was supposed to protect. Rhysand’s inability to hold Morrigan accountable or to choose someone better equipped for the job is what makes this situation even worse.

Morrigan might be the one who is actively neglecting her duties, but Rhysand is the one who created the environment that allowed her to do so. That’s why, even though Morrigan’s actions are inexcusable, I’m still holding Rhysand accountable for making her the most useless person in her position. She shouldn’t have been put there in the first place.

[achaotichuman]

Day 1

Let’s rid of the evils first and save the merrier ones for the end.

Who is worse?

Azriel: Confessed his love to a woman beaten and battered, and abandoned in enemy lands by her father

Cassian: Slept with a woman his brother loved in order to hurt the said brother

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @litnerdwrites @fenrysmoonbeamswife @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy

[I commend your courage for claiming to know my identity. However, I assure you, my beloved liege, you know naught of it.]

I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT THIS

Okay the obvious answer is Cassian but not for the reason you listed. I actually do not consider Cassian sleeping with Mor as a reason on the list of why he sucks.

Here are my personal favourites of why he sucks. Keep in mind, this is not all of them, just the highlights.

Emotionally abusing Nesta by constantly bringing up her trauma and using it as leverage to get her to act how he wants.

Restricting Nesta's intake of food when she was already struggling with eating.

Physically abusing Nesta as punishment via taking her on the hike from hell, and making her climb a mountain until she passed out from dehydration.

Knowing Nesta had been through SA but still cornering her while asking her sexually intruding questions (this ones from the bonus chapter I believe)

Taking advantage of Nesta sexually, by sleeping with her when he knew and had shamed her for using sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism.

I could keep going on and on, but those are just the few highlights.

Anyway, obviously I'm picking Cassian as the worst here BUT BEAWARE I AM DOING SO BEGRUDGINGLY.

When I tell you, I fuckin hated Azriel the moment he stepped onto page in the ACOTAR series, I mean I almost DNFed because I hated him so much.

Not for any particular reason (in the very beginning at least) he just pissed me right off.

But again, the example provided is hardly a reason as to why someone wouldn't like Azriel, so let's run through the highlights, shall we?

Azriel's abuse towards Nesta is quiet, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

He was in active participate in punishing Nesta in the hike from hell by purposefully packing her bag to be as heavy as possible.

When he saw Nesta's bruises from falling down the stairs, he assumed they were from Cassian pushing her and he was amused by the thought.

He was a bystander as Cassian controlled Nesta down to her eating habits.

He also regifted something made for a woman he sexually fantasized about and tried to fuck, to an SA survivor. Which is *creepy* and *weird*

He's also just overall... really fucking annoying? He can't do his job properly, he can't hold his composure (See: The High Lord's Meeting), he really on exists as pretty decoration, and that's when he's not being the biggest asshole ever.

So, once more I am choosing Cassian as the worst, BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE IS WORSE THAN AZRIEL, NOT BECAUSE AZRIEL IS GOOD AT ALL

[litnerdwrites]

Day 5 of ACOTAR Games: This or That

Perhaps, this is an easy one.

Who is more useless in the Night court?

Amren: Second-in-Command to High Lord

Morrigan: Third-in-Command to High Lord

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @achaotichuman @fenrysmoonbeamswife @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy @yaralulu @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

And, @kataraavatara is on penalty.

Mor.

The thing about Amren, is that her presence alone has influence in Prythian. Lucien says that she's a monster meant to scare kids, and we see her prowling through Velaris, accepting offerings of blood, protecting it, alone, from potential intruders. She deciphered the book of breathings, has more knowledge about Prythian's history than anyone (even though it's rarely applicable to current threats with in the story), and has the strength to protect Velaris alone when the rest of the court go out (as if Velaris is the place that needs protection smh). Don't get me wrong, she's a bitch, rarely, if ever, puts any of her aforementioned power into practice, and she should've stayed dead. However, even if she spends her days hoarding enough jewels to bring infrastructure to Illyria with plenty to spare, her presence alone has influence, and purpose, to some degree.

All of that is still more than can be said for Mor.

Morrigan is never in the CON. She's always lounging around Velaris, letting Kier run wild. She doesn't have to face her abuser, by any means, but she should push Rhys to imprison or replace him for his crimes, until she wants to kill him. I've gone off about this twice before, but my point stands when I say that Mor is not only useless, but she actively hinders and pushes back women's rights (not that they're anything more than surface level ideals without any action to back them up) in the Hewn City. She does nothing to help the women there, and lets them suffer the same abuse she endured because of her trauma leading to her own internal biases, thus, she should be replaced.

Hell, she should've been the second she fucked of to Valahan. If she can spend months on end in another country, not doing her job (not that she did it before), come back for a week, still not do her job, and leave again, for months, then she should be replaced. I think they show up at the CON, collectively, as a court, more often than Mor does alone.

Mor being praised for being a girls girl, despite clearly being a part of the system Rhysand, arguably, made worse when he became High Lord is just further proof that feminism within the night court is surface level, without any real understanding of the issue on a systemic level, at best, and even that says more about sjm than anything else.

[fenrysmoonbeamswife]

Day 5 of ACOTAR Games: This or That

Perhaps, this is an easy one.

Who is more useless in the Night court?

Amren: Second-in-Command to High Lord

Morrigan: Third-in-Command to High Lord

You may recruit your tribe in your crusade if it pleases you. Your contenders: @achaotichuman @litnerdwrites @gwandas @positivelyruined @hrizantemy @yaralulu @umthisistheonlyusernamenottaken

And, @kataraavatara is on penalty.

Does it count if we say both? Because they both have the same skill level and uselessness level so I honestly don't know who is worse. It depends on whether you value fighting skills or knowledge more I guess so I'm leaning towards Mor since they have an abundance of warriors already but nobody really has the same knowledge as Amren

So while Mor does seem to have fighting skills and she commands some level of respect that's about all she brings to the table. Her role as Third is to be the emissary for the Court of Nightmares and she just...doesn't do it? She is completely biased against them which is understandable but clouds her ability to do her job. Rhysand really does love to give the women around him useless titles to make himself look good doesn't he, so #feminist, so #forwardthinking

Amren is pretty much useless too, especially now that she doesn't even have power, all she does is sit on her ass being nasty to everyone but I have to admit she does contribute with her vast knowledge. She has been around for millennia, nobody has the information and academic skills that she does so she is a fraction less useless at times I guess

[thatastrobae]

Ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ ｔｏ Ｅｘｈａｌｅ (Beta) 🌻🪻

I wrote this fic back in September, but I refuse to post on a03 until I have ch 2 written. This might be my next multi-chapter flowerbyte fic after 'Into You' is completed

“I’ve just got so much on my mind y’know…” the sixteen year old mumbled as he carefully steered the car. From the passenger seat, Captain Jeff Morales let out an understanding hum. He peeped that Miles was a bit tense that morning so he extended a listening ear. He always wanted a chance to bond with his son more and the second Miles turned sixteen back in August, he took him to the DMV to get his permit. Driving lessons commenced as soon as the kid got the piece of plastic. They drove around every Saturday and Sunday at 7 a.m. when the streets of Brooklyn 1610B were quiet and empty and neither Jeff or Miles had to put on their uniform/mask to protect the city.  At this specific time, they could simply be Miles and Jeff: father and son. Not Spiderman and Captain Morales. Neither Jeff or Rio were shocked to discover Miles’ secret identity, in fact, it was a missing piece to the intricate puzzle that was their son. They had many discussions regarding their meta human child and ultimately decided two things: Number one being that they’ll continue to love and support him through his dangerous job and number two was that they’ll do everything in their power to keep him grounded (not that kind of grounded). Rio, being the fiercely protective mother she was, would be damned if Miles’ responsibilities as Spiderman stripped him of every ounce of normalcy in his life, so Jeff thought of this because what’s more conventional than a father teaching his son an important life skill such as driving? 

“I hear that, yeah. So tell me what’s going on?” Jeff urged calmly.

“It’s just like…homework, girls…well one girl.” He looked to Miles and smirked. 

‘A girl huh?’  Jeff thought, but then he felt a sense of dêja vu wash over him when he saw a blush coloring the top of Miles’ ears. He remembered having this same conversation over a year ago; back when Miles was falling behind in school and he couldn’t figure out why, back when the then fifteen year old was battling some inner demons and hiding a whole other part of his life from them. It was crazy how so much could change in a year. 

“Another girl, son? I remember the one from last year.” The police chief joked. Miles’ jaw tightened and his Adam’s apple bobbed at the mention. Upon seeing this, Jeff masked his laughter with coughs. It may come off as insensitive, but he knew straight off the back things weren’t gonna last with the previous girl. Jeff knew all too well that at Miles’ age, romantic feelings for someone are strong but fleeting. Him being Spiderman didn’t except from this rule. Obviously ‘Gwanda’ was still a touchy subject. He wasn’t sure if Miles still kept in touch with the girl- last time he saw her was that catastrophic day after he got sworn in as captain. While Jeff wasn’t a fan of the emo? Alt? whatever; Miles seemed to care a lot about her and he felt bad that his son’s first love broke his heart- even though Miles has yet to tell him how. But that was in the past and the only way to help the boy heal was by bringing him to the present and instilling hope for a better future so Jeff opened the conversation again.

“Anyway, this new girl…what’s her name?” 

Miles hesitated at first, the way someone with conflicting thoughts would hesitate. Truth be told, Miles was feeling conflicted, it was just recently that he decided to acknowledge his not-so platonic feelings for the fellow spider person. 

“Margo.” he said, his ears still a deep shade of red.

It’s almost as if she was a genie because every time he says her name out loud, she makes an appearance. As soon as Miles got home from his driving lesson, he began to pack his bag for the week ahead. He shook the habit of waiting til last minute a while ago. It was only a thirty minute task and he was able to spend the rest of his Sunday’s not worrying about. As he gathered his clean laundry and art supplies, the topic of discussion from his earlier talk with Jeff began to materialize from a collection of pixels. The way her avatar was dressed- in a Minecraft midriff t-shirt and cargo pants-indicated that her physical self was dressed in the same attire. The intricate bubble braids on the other hand was most likely CC, still she looked cute as always. Miles smirked at his blue and purple friend.

“Y’know, one of these days you might end up catching me butt ass naked.” he joked.

“With the amount of times I pop up unannounced, I’m surprised that day hasn’t come already. It’s all good though, I’m very patient .” she gave Miles a smirk of her own as she sat knees-crossed on his chair. Upon seeing the pile of clean clothes on his bed, Margo rolled herself closer.

“Mind if I help?” 

Miles gave her a grateful smile and nodded. He hated folding clothes with a passion. Not only was it tedious, but he was never good at it, unlike Margo who folded his white Oxford shirts with precision and ease. 

“So…did you get it?” Margo asked cryptically. He knew what she meant by ‘it’ but the way she whispered her sentence made it sound like he was to obtain a bag of drugs or something so he decided to mess with her. 

“Hmmm..get what?” was his clueless response as he sloppily folded a pair of slacks. When placing them down, he lifted his gaze towards Margo and almost busted out laughing at her narrowed eyes and pursed blue lips. She snatched up the khakis and refolded them.

“The Gotham Nights Deluxe Edition game. Y’know the one I cashapp'd you forty-five dollars for? Ring a bell?”

“Oh you mean this?” He asked reaching into his nightstand and pulling out the mint condition, unwrapped video game case. The gapped tooth grin that always warmed Miles from the inside-out split across her face. 

“Also, I keep tryna send that forty-five back. You really didn’t need to go half with me, I was gonna buy it anyway.”

Even if he wasn’t gonna purchase the game anyway, he probably still would have gotten it for her to enjoy. One of her many favorite things to do in his dimension was play video games with him and Ganke on their shared PS5. Miles thought it adorable and began to chuckle, earning a playfully suspicious glance from her.

“What’s funny?” 

“It’s just that…you come from this super advanced dimension where you have access to a whole entire virtual world…”

“Mhmm..” she urged him to continue, picking up a polo and folding that as well.

“…but you’re geeked about a mundane video game. And not only that, do you not realize that you’re playing a video game through the lens of another video game?”

“That last part is where you’re wrong, Miles.” she said breezily. He raised his an eyebrow, interested in what she would say to correct his perception. 

“Yeah?”

“The VR in my dimension is a whole nother type beat. By putting on our headset, it’s more like we’re…extending our realities. People earn their living, build their craft, fall in love, etc. via virtual reality.”  Even when she was correcting him and being informative, Margo was mellow and soft-spoken. He found himself never missing a word she uttered because as soon as she began speaking, his attention was like a moth to her flame. No one else (especially by voice alone), could put him in a trance like this. 

“Take me being Spider Woman for example. I wish that I had the option to just turn off my system and turn it back on again if I ever screw up, but I can’t. I mean don’t get me wrong, I can’t really die while in avatar form which is pretty sweet. Still though, the safety of my cyberspace depends on Spiderbyte. You feel me?” 

“No…yeah…I feel you. What I said before sounds really dumb now that I think about.” he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a habit of his that Margo clocked when they first started hanging out. Normally she’d tell him to stop being so self deprecating, but she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her.

“Not at all. Even I have trouble wrapping my head around our way of life. It’s definitely not a grounding experience and sometimes I’m scared that…” Margo trailed off. She’d never shared this deep, irrational fear with with anyone, but Miles was intrigued so he used his foot to nudge her into finishing the thought.

“I’m scared that one day we won’t even have the option to go outside and experience real life. Movie theaters and arcades aren’t a thing anymore, game stores will probably be next to go. Our basic needs can be met without even leaving the house and everyone seems ok with that…?” she looked down at her blue, holographic hands.

“I guess I feel like a weirdo for finding an issue with our remote way of living.”

“Nah, I bet there are tons of people in your dimension who feel the same way. Still though, I know how depressing it is to feel so disconnected from everyone so if you ever wanna talk more about it without being judged, I’m always here to listen.” 

The grin returned to Margo’s face and Miles’ gave himself a pat on the back for being the one to put it there. Margo’s voice was timid, but tender as she uttered her next sentence 

“Being able to come and see you is probably the best thing to come from this technology takeover.”  

Her words caused his brain to short circuit. This isn’t anything new though. Margo would often say little things that had him blushing and kicking his feet- internally of course.  They’d gotten close over the past nine months and it all started one random Tuesday evening as Miles attempted to complete an essay. 

There was a sharp rap on his dormitory door, briefly drawing his attention from his laptop. 

“It’s open!” Miles hollered out, not wanting to break focus on the paper due tomorrow afternoon. A few seconds of silence passed and he assumed whoever it was didn’t need anything for real. Then there was another hesitant knock. Miles let out a sigh of frustration before getting up and aggressively opening the door. The breath was immediately knocked out of him for two reasons. Reason number one being that Spiderbyte (who resided in whole other dimension) was one of the last people he expected to pop up out of the blue and speaking of ‘blue’, she wasn’t. She wasn’t glowing or pixilated either, in fact she blended in as a Visions student in this dimension so seamlessly. Dressed in a navy blue sweatshirt with the school’s name across the chest, leggings, and some sneakers — she looked like a classmate visiting another classmate to ask for some Ramen. So instead of pulling her into the privacy of his room as he probably would if she was in her spider suit, he just stared- astounded. 

“Hey.” Margo said casually- too casually if you asked him. She peered behind him into his shared dorm room. “I hope I’m not interrupting.”

Miles quickly gathered himself and moved to the side, allowing her to enter before closing his door. 

“N-nah…it’s just…you’re actually here right now. In the flesh.”

With his essay almost forgotten, Miles couldn’t take his eyes off of her deep chestnut complexion and neatly plaited hair.  Perplexity flashed across her face before realization took over. 

“Oh no no. I made sure to turn my graphics card up before projecting myself here. I’m still very much…

Margo glitched and a pixelated bubble appeared in thin air in front of him, revealing the teen girl with her VR headset firmly placed on her head, dressed in the same attire as her avatar.

“At home, chilling in my gaming chair and eating Fritos.”

He saw her actual person pop a crunchy corn chip in her mouth before the projection disappeared, allowing her avatar to stand before him once again. A slight smile appeared on Miles’ face, for the similarities between their first meeting and now wasn’t missed upon him. Only difference was that her parent’s weren’t screaming at each other in the background. 

“Oh. It’s just that you look so…” stunning was what the word that instantly came to Miles’ head, but he refused to go down that road. Instead he finished his sentence with “…natural.” An odd save, but a save nonetheless. 

“You’re dimension has Visons Academy too? And you go there?” He asked oh so intelligently. Miles didn’t know why he went with that when there were way more important questions to ask such as why she was here? How was she?  Did they blow anther hole in the multiverse?

“Yes, but it’s nothing like this.” Margo responded, gesturing to his entire room “Once upon time, there were dorms and in-person classes. Now everything is-

“Online.” He finished for her. While Miles would love to attend school virtually, he refrained from voicing his sentiment. Something about the way Margo looked longingly at his and Ganke’s decorations made him feel like she would trade places with him in a heart beat. After a minute, Margo collected herself and focused solely and the boy she came to visit.

“Yeah. But it seems like your style and your roommate’s style don’t clash which is good.”

Now that they got the ‘how’ out of the way, Miles was trying to gather some words together to politely ask ‘why’ she was here- in his dimension- in his dorm. As if she read his mind, Margo chuckled and casted him a look of understanding. 

“I was a little bit hesitant to come, but I really wanted to see how you were.” 

“Are you sure that’s all?” He didn’t mean to sound so wary, but the last time a girl from an alternate universe ‘stopped by to say hey’ she was also on a top secret mission to capture a mephistophelian villain who got more powerful as time progressed. If something similar was happening here, he didn’t wanna waste any precious time. Miles eyed his spider suit hanging from his top drawer, preparing to gear up if need be.

“Aye chill, we not gettin’ active tonight.” she assured placing her hand on his shoulder to refocus his attention on her “It’s just that…it’s been three months since any of us last heard from you. Hobie said to give you your space...so we did. I guess I just came to relay the message that we’re thinking about you and whenever you’re ready, you can put your watch to good use.” 

“All of you still keep in touch.” it wasn’t a question.

“Well it’s not like we host group meetings every week, but I tend check in on Hobie, Pav, or Peni often. Maybe they pop in on each other as well, but that’s about it.”  She also spoke to Gwen before the blonde got super busy a month ago, but she refrained from saying so. 

“That’s very kind of you to do.”

“Look man, you already know how lonely life get's for people like us- especially in an isolating society like mine. And now that we aren’t apart of the task-force any more, we need each other. As allies, supports, friends. My reasons for keeping them close aren’t unselfish.” 

“I still respect you for it and for coming here.” Miles’ leather colored eyes were locked onto her ebony ones, both were unmindful to the fact that they’d inched a bit closer together. The young Spiderman meant what he said, he hadn’t known Margo Kess for long, but taking that kind of initiative aligned with the basis of her character. He didn’t need to know her for long to see that she a was a remarkable individual; who else would defy their psycho boss and extend their loyalty to someone they met for fifteen seconds? It wasn’t Miles’ intentions to neglect his friends/allies though. He and his family needed those three months to recuperate so he locked the watch Hobie had gifted him in a drawer and somewhere over those twelve weeks his friends: Peter, Pav, Hobie, Peni, Ham, even Gwen were stored in the back of his mind. Margo was interesting though, she was the most surreal out of the bunch so she snuck her way into his dreams once in a while. There were times where he would be tempted to draw her and as much as he tried to refrain, he failed. He had a few sketches of the virtual girl, but he told himself repeatedly that as an aspiring artist he had every right to want to draw such an aesthetically pleasing avatar with a bomb ass color scheme. Miles raised his eyebrow curiously when Margo began laughing.

“I was a bit scared coming here, i'm not gonna lie. I felt like I was pushing a boundary by showing up here uninvited... so thank you for that sentiment.”

A thought popped into his head and while he could have internalized it, he wanted to share it with her so she knew how much her being here meant to him . 

“Around this time a year ago, I prayed for one of my cross-dimensional spider friends to show up. Hell, I would’ve even been ecstatic to see Ham.” 

That last part caused them both to chuckle. He thought briefly about how different it would’ve been if Spiderbyte was also displaced to his dimension all those months ago. Would she have come to see him? Probably so, considering that she didn’t need Miguel’s tech to travel dimensions nor did she ever take his theory of canon events with a grain of salt.

“So it actually means a lot..you coming here, helping me out the way you did after the Spider Society…” Miles trailed off and peered out his window, the blatant rejection he experienced at the hands of all those other spider people still stung even after the apology and olive branch was extended. 

“I’d do it again in a heart beat.” The conviction in her tone forced him to look back at her “..for you at least.” 

Her sheer devotion to him had Miles melting like butter on a tender steak straight off the grill. ‘Why am I like this?’ He thought to himself. 

Margo- aware of the serious atmosphere she created- attempted to shift the mood by gesturing to the open document on his laptop. 

“I see I was interrupting something.” She joked “When is this due?” 

Miles blew a raspberry, surprised at himself for allowing the paper to completely slip his mind, even if it was just for a few minutes. 

“Tomorrow afternoon. It’s for AP Psych and I’m short nine pages.”  

Margo sharply inhaled at how stretched thin on time her friend was. Despite being a genius, the girl was no stranger to finishing assignments on a time crunch. Being Spider-woman ensured that would be her new normal. She glanced at the title that was written in bolded sans serif font letters.

“Anxiety and Sleep Paralysis: How Individuals with Anxiety Are Likely to Experience Sleep Disorders” Margo read out loud.  “That’s an interesting topic. I’m sure we can knock this out by midnight.” 

“We?” Miles regarded her with a perplexed look to which she tapped her index finger on her chin as she pretended to think. 

“If only I had the ability to locate and synthesize relevant sources via the internet in less than a minute.” she stated sarcastically before fixing him with a sly grin. 

She did in fact stay with him until 11 p.m., feeding him information that he could stuff his essay with to come up with the required ten pages. He expressed that he wanted to see her again and sure enough, she kept coming back. Now nine months later she still managed to have him wrapped around her virtual finger whenever she said something sweet or flirty and looked at him through those long, feminine eyelashes like she was doing right now. When she says these things, he knows she means them and it’s a clear indication of her not-so platonic feelings for him. It made Miles feel like they could actually fall in love with each other.

And that was a problem. 

Miles wasn’t the same man he was last year or the year before that. His hopeless romantic fourteen year old self would’ve been so receptive to this beautiful girl’s subtle displays of affection, but after everything he went through, he didn’t know if he had it in him to love anyone the same way he loved Gwen Stacy. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to. He knew that hurting him wasn’t Gwen’s intentions and that she was going through a lot personally, but it didn’t soften the sting. His best friend banded together a whole force to save him and apologized within an inch of her life so of course Miles forgave her. He low-key blamed himself as well because in hindsight, he idealized her for a whole year- basically falling in love with a memory of this awesome GhostSpider who understood him. Drawing her every day and getting lost in fantasies was the perfect way to set himself up heartbreak. Miles hadn’t seen her in a year—not because he held any ill will, but because despite all his good memories of her, he couldn’t stop reliving the embarrassing moment that was their last interaction.  It was only thanks to Hobie and Margo— who actually visited her on the regular — did he know that Gwen was safe back at home with her father, taking a hiatus from being Spiderwoman.  Back to the beguiling, blue baddie that was currently flipping through one of his sketchbooks from the eighth grade that he’d granted her access to. Miles was a naïve little boy who lacked self control when Gwen was the object of his affection, but now he knew better. Despite Margo being nothing but loyal to him since he met her, Miles refused to instill all of his trust into the girl. He refused to fall in love with her, giving her the opportunity to break his heart (unintentionally or not). If there was one thing in his life that he could control it was this. Once Miles realized the pure contentment he felt watching her doing something as simple as lounge in his room and look through his art- he knew he had to put an end to it.

“Yo i’m actually heading to the store with my mom in a bit so you should probably…”

Margo’s blue cheeks flushed violet as she shut the book. 

“Oh yeah! Of course. My bad.” 

He felt immense guilt at her innocent response to his frankness. Margo was so precious and he was usually relaxed around her, but lately it’d been getting more difficult  being in her presence without wanting to hold and caress her. She got up from her sitting position and placed his old sketchbook neatly back in the spot she’d retrieved it from. 

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow night?” Margo asked gesturing toward the video game case. 

“6 p.m. sharp, girl. That is if I don’t run into too much trouble during my patrol, of course.” 

Margo gave him a closed-mouthed smile of mild contentment before turning away to leave, but Miles didn’t want to part ways on such a lukewarm note. Worried that his previous abruptness offended her more than she was letting on, Miles called out to the avatar before she could depart.

“Margo, hold up.” he rushed the words out causing her to look back at him with slightly raised eyebrows. 

“Yeah?”

“Your hair looks really good. I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier.”

“Thanks! I actually did it myself…with some help from my mom, but still.” She proudly fiddled with one of the silver cuff decorated strands. 

“Either way it’s fire.” 

Finally, her gapped tooth grin made its appearance at his compliment. Miles considered it a mission completed and pat himself on the back. 

“I’ll see you later.” And with that, she was gone in a blink of an eye. Miles let out a sigh, but it wasn’t one of relief. Quite the opposite actually. You know the feeling pure bliss as the late spring sun shines down on you, providing you with a pleasant warmth and vitality? Then eventually a cloud looms over to block the sun, causing you to feel…deprived and you have no choice but to wait until the cloud passes so you can experience the beaming sunlight again. That’s probably the best way to describe Miles’ discontentment at Margo’s departure. Although to be fair, he did basically shoo her away.

‘I need to get goddamn grip.’ the lovelorn boy scolded himself as he plopped down on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands. With his laundry already folded and his plans to go to the store with Rio not til this afternoon, Miles decided to pass some time by sketching a little. He unlocked his nightstand and hidden in plain sight amongst a bunch of miscellaneous objects were the dimensional travel watch Hobie had given him and a sketchbook he’d gotten at Marshals. Miles plucked the sketchbook from the drawer and went to sit at his drafting table. This particular sketchbook was different than his others. It had a silvery, rainbowish holographic cover and when opening the book, one can expect to be met with a portrait of a smiling Margo Kess with her low afro puffs and blue skin. If you turn the page there was another sketch of the avatar…then another…then another and so forth. Miles flipped to the last few pages of the sketch book and picked up his navy blue colored pencil to create the outline of intricate bubble braids. His tendency to put people- specifically girls- on pedestals contributed to his downfall last year and he was too grown to make the same mistakes, but old habits die hard and Miles shamelessly sketched his avatar friend with the rationalization that 

‘As an artist, it’s my right to capture what I find aesthetically pleasing.’

[labselkie]

Hopefully I'm not too late, and these aren't too challenging.

✏️ Post a screenshot of your f/o doing their job.

👄 Post a screenshot of your f/o’s .

🕴Post a screenshot of your f/o small in the distance/the background of a shot.

EEP!!! UR ABSOLUTELY NOT LATE TY!

1) ✏️ omg gwanda,,,, what r u doing here

2) 👄 this one wasn't hard? per say? but idk im just gonna use this as if it counts

3) 🕴️SOMEONE TELL HER TO JUST BE NORMAL

[comingtothetree23]

Spider-Verse

Paring: (MCU) Peter Parker x reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend are Spiders, which you love! But now you have you work together with other spiders but without your boyfriend. 

Word count: 3.7K

Warnings: Swearing.

A/N: I dunno if anyone else has done this but I’m gonna try it! Wish me luck fellas!

“Whoop Whoop! Go miles!” You smiled as you cheered at the newest Spider-man! 

Wait wait wait, Are you guys confused? Alright my bad, Let’s start at the beginning, shall we? 

Your name is (Y/n) (L/n), when you were 14 you and your best friend son turned boyfriend, Peter Parker were bitten by some very special spiders. Which led you two to become Spider-Man and Spider-Woman but what you didn’t know was

....You weren’t the only ones.

One minute you and Peter were fighting the elements with Beck and the next you were teleported in New York. but it wasn’t your New York. 

A lot happened so only we'll show some things alright? Alright. Let's get started boi's.

 ~Getting teleported~

"Spidey! Be careful!" You yelled as your Iron Spider legs lifted you off the ground. Peter was wearing a stealth suit since he was in Washington but you weren't so you wore your iconic iron spider suit (You picked the colors out yourself, not to brag or anything) 

"Sorry!" Peter yelled as he ran up the building trying to avoid the lava. You landed on the farthest wall and aiming your web-shooters before you felt your hand being pulled. You looked over to see a portal? 

"Whoa! What the!?" You yelled as your iron legs tried to get you away but it didn't work, you were being sucked in!, "Nononononono!" You mumble as you try getting out, alerting Peter and Beck.

"Rosebud?" Peter looked over at you, giving you his dumb nickname before realizing you were in trouble, "(Y/n)!" He swung over to you and grabbed your reminding hand, "(Y/n), Don't worry. You'll be fine." You looked over at Peter and your masks eyes showed fear, you all could tell. Beck and the monster were surprisingly silent as this happens. 

"P-Pete..." You whispered in fear, not knowing what to do. Peter makes the eyes of his mask shoot up, showing you his amazing beautiful brown eyes, "I-I don't...." Peter frown as pulls on your arm. That's when you get fully sucked in, you heard one last thing before you went.

"(Y/N)!!"

You felt like you were glitching as you moved around this weird landscape, You landed on the ground on your feet. You looked around the city to see New York? But it was your New York...So, where were you?

You looked over to see a flash of white, pink, and blue. You looked over to see a spider-person? It looks like a female Spider-man like you?

"Hey, Wait!" You yell before running over the person but they were as fast as you, which was hard to believe, "Wait up!" The person didn't stop making you growl. You aim your web-shooters before shooting the person's feet, making them fall. You run over to the person seeing and gasping as you see their mask, it was another Spider-person!

"What the..?" You mutter before you felt your Spidey-sense go off, you made you stumble a little. It wasn't a threat though it felt like... a friend, just like it did when you and Pete were first bitten. The other person seems to feel the same way as you two stare at each other.

"You're like me...." You both say at the same time, surprising you and it looked like her too.

"I'm so sorry." You apologized as you run over to get the web off of her feet. You hit your head as you reached for the 'hand sanitizer' Peter made for the webs.

"It's chill." Was all she said as she watched in shock of the sanitizer actually working. She also seemed to be admiring your Iron suit. Her's was spandex just like you're and Peter's were. 

"I didn't mean to hurt you it's just..." You let out a small sigh before sitting down, "I don't know where I am. This isn't my home I don't know what to do." You started to rant as you put a hand on the op of your metal mask.

"Hey, Hey." You stopped once you felt her hand on your shoulder, You looked up and gasped as you saw...Gwen Stacy? She was a Spider-Person?, "I don't belong here too." She spoke softly to you, well....that made more sense actually.

"This isn't your New York?" You ask as you retracted your model mask, showing your face to her. She looked at you in shock before shaking her head.

"No, it isn't." She looked down for a moment before looking up at you, "Is your name (Y/n)? (Y/n) (L/n) By any chance?" You look at her face and she looked really nervous asking you that.

"Yea. yea it is. Gwen Stacy?" You ask her with a frown, soon to become smile you could tell. She gave a small nod, "I didn't know you were a Spider-Woman too? I thought me and my boyfriend were the only ones."

"Boyfriend?" She looked over at you with questioning eyes, "You have a boyfriend?" You gave a nod, "What's his name?"

"Spider-man."

"I knew th-"

"I'm kidding." You gave a small laugh as yu nudge her gently, "His name is Peter, We were both bit by a spider. I'm assuming that's what happened to you?" Gwen's eyes widen as she looks down in thought.

"Peter? Peter Parker?" You looked over at her with a nod, "Okay, Something's wrong here. Last time I checked (Y/n) wasn't Spider-woman and Peter Parker died." She stood up and started to pace.

"D-Died!?" You asked standing up quickly, "Peter isn't dead! And last time I checked Gwen wasn't Spider-Woman either." You walked over to her, "So something is certainly wrong."  

"Earth-quacks are happening around town." You heard a build board say, making you and Gwen walk closer to it, looking at it. That's when you noticed something weird.

"Hey." You pointed to the news station, "That was last weeks' date." You and Gwen look at each other confused, "That means we're in the future." 

"And a different dimension." Gwen finished making you look at her like she was crazy, she raised her hands in defense, "That's the only thing that makes sense right now, (Y/n)."  You look down in thought before your spider-sense starts going off again, you both look toward a school.

"Let's go figure this out." You spoke before you put your mask back on and swung away, Gwen quickly following. 

~Meeting Miles and Peter B.~

"Do you hear that?" You ask Gwen as you two quickly put your masks on. It was quite a bit away but it sounded like screaming?

"That must be where we're heading." She spoke up before looking at you with a nod. you nod at her before incasing the screen of your mask, thanks to Karen (I miss her) 

"I-It's Spider-Man? And other Spider-...man?" You explained before pointing to where they are, "They're over there. We betting get moving quickly. They're being chased by a weird doctor." Gwen nodded before you two swing over to help them.

You were distracting the other back-up while Gwen dealt with the crazy doctor. When you were done you decided to head back over by Gwen where you saw you put the two in a web-like they were flies.

"Heh, That's cute." You spoke up, landing next to her right as she took off her mask, showing the world her new hair-syle. You gave her a look with the eyes of your mask as she gently pushed you away, making you laugh,

"Hey, Guys." She spoke to the two males in front of you, You look over to them and tilted your head a little at them. You had questions for both of them, especially the one in a make-shift costume of Spider-Man. Well, you couldn't quite judge, you and Peter weren't that far off when you began.

"Gwanda?" Miles asked as he looked over at Gwen, you looked over at his eyes before yours widen in recognition. That was Miles! 

"It's Gwen actually." She answered giving him a look while still looking badass and beautiful! If you haven't noticed you and Gwen became fats friends.

"Oh, so you know her. Cool. " Spider-Man spoke up, making the three of you look over at him. You were giving him a look because didn't Peter Parker die in this dimension? 

 "We're from another dimension." You gave her a look through the mask, making her add, "Another another dimension. There happy?" She whispered that last party to you.

"Very." You chirped happily, The two finally look over at you. You gave a small smile as you retracted the medal off your face, showing them your beauty and grace. 

"Who are you?" Miles asks pointing to you. Making Spider-Man look at him.

"You don't know her?" he asked, making Miles shake his head no.

"Don't worry." You smirk as you wrap your arm around Gwen's shoulders, "We'll explain." 

~Meeting the rest of the Spiders~

"Oh my lord, Peter?" You semi looking over at Peter B, "Is yours like this?"

"yes but um, no geep and way smaller." Peter started to explain but you shook your head cutting him off. It was still weird because he was Peter but he wasn't your Peter. And he was way older and apparently married to M.J. when did that happen?

"Peter.." Miles whisper making Peter and you both look at him. He smirked as he tugged on the red cape, "I think this is a cape."

Peter chuckled at him as he dropped the cape, Gwen nudged you as you both smiled at the two. Miles soon was looking at an OG Spider-Suit.

"Peter knew how dangerous this job was." Aunt May started, making you look over at her. You also weren't used to her being old...no offense, "but he figured the only guy who could stop him was Spider-Man."  You all walk over to a bourd where it showed how he figure out where to go.

"Kingpin knows were coming. Were going to be outnumbered." Miles explained as he looked over at you all. You looked at him sadly before nodding in agreement.

"And how many guys does this guy has?" You ask Miles who was there when this universes Peter died. Miles didn't answer instead he started looking down, which was the only answer you needed.

"Don't be so sure." Aunt May smirked at you guys, "You might need these." She pulled out some name tags and pens. All of your senses started going off as you look at the ceiling, "You think you're the only ones who thought of coming here?" May smirked

 "Hey fellas." A black and white Spider-Man tipped his hat off at you guys, his cape moving in the wind. 

"Is he in black and white?" Miles whispered to you, causing you to shrug. 

"Where is that wind coming from we're in a basement?" Peter asks looking completely and utterly annoyed. 

"Where ever I go the wind follows," Spider-noir explains while moving his hand around dramatically, "And the mind smells like rain."

"Hi guys." An anime looking looks smiles as she and her robots land on the ground while doing cool poses. You stare at her in awe, mostly because of her robot.

"This could literally not get any weirder."

"You just had to say that," You deadpanned at Peter as you see the pig coming closer, "Never say that. It's bad luck. Steve taught me that one."

"It can get weirder." Porker smirks as he holds out his wet hands, "I just washed y hands that's why their wet....not any other reason."  You all stare at him for a moment before you smirk.

"I'm shaking his hand." And before anyone could tell you otherwise you shook the pig's hand, making him a little too happy for a simple handshake. All of your senses started going off again as you all stared at each other.

"You're like me." The three-spoke in unison. That's when they all started going off their life story.

"Okay enough!" Peter yelled making the three-stop explaining, it was started to get a little too weird for you. You know the girl who lives at the Avengers tower. Peter walked toward Noir as he asks, "So how did you get here?"

"Well, It's kind of a long story." Noir started, making you let out a sigh before walking forward next to Peter with a look that says 'I just wanna sleep'.

"Let me guess, teleported away from home." You counted on your iron spiders, "landed on a building, Figured out you were in the wrong dimension?" You gave the three a look, making them all look sheepish.

"Maybe not that long." Noir shrugged at you. 

"Now we're just trying to find a way home," Penny spoke up, making the saddest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen. Scratch that, Peter gives you puppy dog eyes all the time, and those are adorable! You looked up at the robot to see that it gave you a sad face too. 

"The only way home is through that calider gizmo." Noir started making you all look over at him, "The only trouble is." 

"One of us has to stay behind to destroy it." Porker finished as he gently punched one of the cases holding the Spider-suits. You frown as you look at him, knowing what he said was true. You knew what had to be done.

"I'll do it." You all said in unison, minus Miles. You look at the Spider's in shock, you weren't expecting them to think the same thing. Fuck! You forgot their Super-heroes like you! 

"Nonono, You guys don't get it." Miles started, making you look at him as he looks at you guys determined.

"Don't get what?" Penny asks with her arms crossed. That was when you all decided to glitch like crazy.

Not to be negative for anything but this hurt like a bitch! You let out a yelp in pain before you formed back on the floor, looking at the floor with your hair in your face. You looked up at Miles and nodded weakly at him, You knew he could handle this.

~The pep talk~

You shook your head as you climb in Miles window with the others, You made eye contact with Miles before he wiped his face avoiding eye contact. 

"Hey, bud." He whispered so quietly if you didn't have super-hearing you wouldn't have heard him.

"You okay?" Peter asks him, already knowing the answer. You all did you all went through this one way or another. When Miles didn't answer Peter put his hand on his shoulder saying, "We've all been there." He finally made eye contact with Peter, "For me, For me, it was my uncle Ben." Oh, you remembered him.

"For me, it was, my uncle Benjamin." Noir also put his hand on Miles other shoulder. Looking as close to sad as Noir can get.

"For me, it was my father." Penny's eyes got glossy as she looked at the floor, trying not to cry you understood. 

 "For me, it was my best friend," Gwen spoke softly looking at Miles with her understanding blue eyes. You frowned as you knew it was hard for everyone to talk about the people they've lost.

"For me..." You started softly, not looking at Miles just yet. You were fiddling with your fingers, "It was my Menter, Tony Stark." You looked up at Miles with watery eyes. Tony really was a father to do even if you didn't know him for very long, you knew Peter felt the same. 

"Miles," Porker spoke, making you all looking over at him, "The hardest thing about this job is You can't always save everybody."

"But it was my fault. You wouldn't understand." Miles spoke, not looking any of you in the eyes. Gwen was quick to turn and face him.

"Miles were probably the only ones who do understand." She spoke softly but firmly, needing to make sure Miles knew what she was saying was true.

"Even if you feel like we don't we really do understand." You explained in a more soft voice, "We've all been in your situation." You thought back to the snap, Tony's snap. You remember his eyes right before he passes in front of you. You remembered how both you and Peter cried in front of him, begging him not to go.

After avoiding the roommate or at least trying you gave Miles and pat on the back and left through the window. Sitting there watching as Peter tried to get any reaction out of him. You all knew that... He wasn't ready. 

You frown and hugged yourself a little tighter and retracted your iron mask as you heard Peter leave the window. 

~Now~

"Whoop! Whoop! Go, Miles!" You smiled as you watch Miles land next to Peter. You look over at Gwen with a smirk, "You ready to get fighting?" You could tell by the eyes of her mask that she was ready.

And so, You fought. You fought almost as hard as you ever fought (Thanos army is hard to beat) and you found yourself smirking and making jokes as you fought, just like you did before Thanos came to earth those five years ago. You all met at the ceiling where Miles were working the thing.

"Guess this is it." Gwen says, looking at all of you. You retracted your mask to give everyone a smile. 

"Well, Nice to know we're not alone." She smiles at all fo you while you stare at her before smiling, "right?"

"Right." You and Gwen say at the time time. 

"I got the portal open." he gives Penny a smile, "You first Penny."

"Thank you, Miles." she looked down at her spider before giggling lightly, "from both of us." She gave a salute as she falls down to the portal. The colors turning Red and Blue as she goes home.

"I-uh love you all." Noir spoke up, making you give him a smile, "I'm taking this cube thing with me." She showed you all the cube, "I don't understand it, but I will."

"You go, man." You smiled at him. He gave you all a salute too before he falls down, as he goes home the colors turned black and white.

"I want you to have this," Porker spoke to miles, showing him his gaint hammer, "it'll fit in your pocket." Miles takes the hammer.

"Lucky..."

"that's all folks." He lifted up his arms as he started to fall down.

"Is he allowed to say that? Legally?"

"I dunno, man." The colors for him turned crazy and cartoony as he went home.

"Do I get to like the hairdo now?" Miles smirks at Gwen, you gave a small chuckle at that. Peter would have said the same thing to you.

"You know I'm older than you? 15 months but that's really significant if you ask me." She gives Miles a smirk as they both stare at each other, Miles saying Something that you really don't understand, you were probably on patrol or something. 

"Nice." Gwen moved away with a smile.

"Friends?" Miles held out his hand for a handshake.

"Friends." Gwen smiles at him, her thumb rubbing his hand a little, "See ya around, Spider-Man." She smiles before turning to look at you, "Thank you (Y/n), for being there for me."

"Aw, don't go mushy for me." You smirk as you open your arms for a hug, Gwen tense a little before giving you your hug. 

"See you later, Spider-Woman." She says as you two pull apart you give you all a smile before falling down the portal, her colors were pastel.

"Guess it's my turn." You sigh looking at the portal as Miles nodded. You looked over to him and gives him a pat on the back, "You did do good man! I'm so proud of you! You're going to be an amazing Spider-Man." You gave him a sincere smile as you finish, "trust me." 

"Thanks." Miles smiles at you before you turn and look at Peter. 

"Make things work with M.J, Tiger." You smirk as you give him finger guns, he gives you a tight smile and you give him a normal one, "I mean it, live your best life, man." That's when he gave you an actually smile making it worth it.

You let out and let yourself fall into eh portal, you were able to see that your colors were your two favorite colors. You smiled as you close your eyes knowing Miles can handle being Spider-Man.

When you opened your eyes you were on a bridge, a badly damaged bridge. You grimace as you look at the damage around you.

"What happened here?" You mutter before you retreat your mask as you see someone walking toward you. Your eyes widen as you see it was your Peter. He was hurt but not that hurt his eyes widen when he saw you too.

"(Y/n)?" He couldn't stop the smile that went onto his face, "(Y/n)!" he ran over and gave you the best hug you ever got. He picked you up and sprung you around as you laugh a retract your iron mask. When he finally let you do you look down at his new suit and the damage around you.

"Soo, What happened here?" You asked Peter who was snuggling his face into your neck, giving it a good kiss or two.

"So much, I'll have to explain to you later. What about you?"

"I'll explain to you later." You smile as you cup both of his cheeks, making him look at you, "For now, I have something more important to do." You give him a firm but still loving kiss on the lips.

Peter admittedly kiss you back, making you smile into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his neck.

God, you missed your dimension!

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Now we only have to make mik decision so life. But, adam, how could they never have told na wibbs? shanga would depwa question anything? we're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on earth. Depwa ever deesh maybe things work a little too well poof? like hooba? give bow mik example. Molombia. But depwa know hooba bow'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal nectar force on approach. Wait a second. Oheck it out. - ah, those woka pollen jocks! - wow. Bow've never seen them dis close. They know hooba it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't gerb back. - ah, jocks! - sul, jocks! depwa guys did gwanda! depwa're monsters! depwa're sky freaks! bow love it! bow love it! - bow wonder where they wokat. - molombia. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows hooba. Depwa can'tjust decide to xor a pollen jock. Depwa have to xor bred for wibbs. Right. Look. Wibbs's zor pollen than depwa aey bow will geel so a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless depwa're wearing it aey the ladies geel depwa wearing it. Those ladies? aren't they our cousins too? distant. Distant. Look sol these mak. - oouple of hive harrys. - vee's have bum bum with them. It must xor dangerous being a pollen jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned bow against a mushroom! he had a paw on my throat, aey with the other, he eset slapping bow! - fro, my! - bow never thought bow'd knock him out. Hooba wokat depwa doing during dis? trying to alert the authorities. Bow can autograph wibbs. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from poof tomorrow. - six miles, huh? - barry! a puddle jump for na, but maybe depwa're not nooby for it. - maybe bow es. - depwa woka not! we're going 0900 sol j-gate. Hooba do depwa deesh, buzzy-boy? woka depwa bee enough? bow might xor. It all depends on hooba 0900 means. Ah, honex! dad, depwa surprised bow. Depwa decide hooba depwa're interested so? - well, there's a lot of choices. - but depwa only get mik. Do depwa ever get poa doing the same job every day? son, vee bow tell depwa about stirring. Depwa grab wibbs stick, aey depwa just araganda it around, aey depwa stir it around. Depwa get yourself into a rhythm. It's a balinda thing. Depwa know, dad, the zor bow deesh about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for bow. Now we only have to make mik decision so life. But, adam, how could they never have told na wibbs? shanga would depwa question anything? we're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on earth. Depwa ever deesh maybe things work a little too well poof? like hooba? give bow mik example. Molombia. But depwa know hooba bow'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal nectar force on approach.

Wait a second. Oheck it out. - ah, those woka pollen jocks! - wow. Bow've never seen them dis close. They know hooba it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't gerb back. - ah, jocks! - sul, jocks! depwa guys did gwanda! depwa're monsters! depwa're sky freaks! bow love it! bow love it! - bow wonder where they wokat. - molombia. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows hooba. Depwa can'tjust decide to xor a pollen jock. Depwa have to xor bred for wibbs. Right. Look. Wibbs's zor pollen than depwa aey bow will geel so a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless depwa're wearing it aey the ladies geel depwa wearing it. Those ladies? aren't they our cousins too? distant. Distant. Look sol these mak. - oouple of hive harrys. - vee's have bum bum with them. It must xor dangerous being a pollen jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned bow against a mushroom! he had a paw on my throat, aey with the other, he eset slapping bow! - fro, my! - bow never thought bow'd knock him out. Hooba wokat depwa doing during dis? trying to alert the authorities. Bow can autograph wibbs. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from poof tomorrow. - six miles, huh? - barry! a puddle jump for na, but maybe depwa're not nooby for it. - maybe bow es. - depwa woka not! we're going 0900 sol j-gate. Hooba do depwa deesh, buzzy-boy? woka depwa bee enough? bow might xor. It all depends on hooba 0900 means. Ah, honex! dad, depwa surprised bow. Depwa decide hooba depwa're interested so? - well, there's a lot of choices. - but depwa only get mik. Do depwa ever get poa doing the same job every day? son, vee bow tell depwa about stirring. Depwa grab wibbs stick, aey depwa just araganda it around, aey depwa stir it around. Depwa get yourself into a rhythm. It's a balinda thing. Depwa know, dad, the zor bow deesh about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for bow. Depwa wokat thinking of hooba, making balloon animals? wibbs's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, depper son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - barry, depwa woka zo funny sometimes. - bow'm not trying to xor funny. Depwa're not funny! depwa're going into honey.

Our son, the stirrer! - depwa're gonna xor a stirrer? - neeshga mik's listening to bow! wait till depwa geel the sticks bow have. Bow could say anything right now. Bow'm gonna get an ant tattoo! vee's open some honey aey celebrate! maybe bow'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack nooby with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth aey call everybody "dawg"! bow'm zo proud. - we're starting work today! - today's the day. Oome on! all the gah jobs will xor gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal… - es it still available? - hang on. Mak left! mik of them's yours! oongratulations! step to the side. - hooba'd depwa get? - picking crud out. Stellar! wow! oouple of newbies? spanewash, sir! our first day! we woka ready! make depper choice. - depwa want to go first? - neeshga, depwa go. Fro, my. Hooba's available? restroom attendant's open, not for the reason depwa deesh. - any chance of getting the krelman? - sure, depwa're on. Bow'm sorry, the krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The krelman opened nooby again. Hooba happened? a bee died. Makes an opening. Geel? he's dead. Another dead mik. Deady.

Deadified. Mak zor dead. Dead from the neck nooby. Dead from the neck down. Wibbs's life! fro, dis es zo hard! heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, hooba do depwa deesh bow should… Barry? barry! all right, we've got the sunflower patch so quadrant nine… Hooba happened to depwa? where woka depwa? - bow'm going out. - out? out where? - out there. - fro, neeshga! bow have to, before bow go to work for the rest of my life. Depwa're gonna die! depwa're crazy! sul sul? another call coming so. If nashna's feeling brave, there's a korean deli on 83rd wibbs gets their roses today. Ah, guys. - look sol wibbs. - isn't wibbs the kid we saw yesterday? hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's ok, lou. We're gonna take him nooby. Ralla? feeling lucky, woka depwa? sign poof, poof. Just initial wibbs. - thank depwa. - ok. Depwa got a rain advisory today, aey as depwa all know, bees cannot fly so rain. Zo xor careful. As always, watch depper brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears aey bats. Also, bow got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on na. Murphy's so a lawnumg because of it, babbling like a cicada! - wibbs's awrful. - aey a reminder for depwa rookies, bee law number mik, absolutely neeshga talking to humans! all right, launch positions! buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! black aey yellow! sul sul! depwa ready for dis, genava shot? yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - antennae, check. - nectar pack, check. - wings, check. - stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. Ok, ladies, vee's araganda it out! pound those petunias, depwa striped stem-suckers! all of depwa, drain those flowers! wow! bow'm out! bow can't gweb bow'm out! zo blue. Bow turkey zo firbs aey free! box kite! wow! flowers! dis es blue leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees aey hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. Wibbs es mik nectar collector! - ever geel pollination nooby close? - neeshga, sir. Bow gloope some pollen poof, sprinkle it over poof. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on wibbs mik. Geel wibbs? it's a little bit of magic. Wibbs's amazing. Shanga do we do wibbs? wibbs's pollen power. Zor pollen, zor flowers, zor nectar, zor honey for na. Oool. Bow'm picking nooby a lot of bright yellow.

Oould xor daisies. Don't we need those? oopy wibbs visual. Wait. Mik of these flowers seems to xor on the araganda. Say again? depwa're reporting a moving flower? affirmative. Wibbs eset on the line! dis es the coolest. Hooba es it? molombia, but bow'm loving dis color. It smells gah. Not like a flower, but bow like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My kooj lord of bees! oandy-brain, get off there! shooflee! - guys! - dis could xor bad. Affirmative. Be close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. Depwa woka choo out of position, rookie! ooming so sol depwa like a missile! help bow! bow don't deesh these woka flowers. - should we tell him? - bow deesh he knows. Hooba es dis?! match point! depwa can start packing nooby, honey, because depwa're about to eat it! yowser! gross. There's a bee so the abbi anar! - do something! - bow'm driving! - sul, bee. - he's back poof! he's going to sting bow! nobody araganda. Bezbni don't araganda, he won't sting depwa. Freeze! he blinked! spray him, granny! hooba woka depwa doing?! wow… the tension level out poof es unbelievable. Bow gotta get lawnumg. Oan't fly so rain. Oan't fly so rain. Oan't fly so rain. Mayday! mayday! bee going down! ken, could depwa close the window please? ken, could depwa close the window please? oheck out my new resume. Bow made it into a fold-out brochure. Depwa geel? folds out. Fro, neeshga. Zor humans. Bow don't need dis. Hooba eset wibbs? maybe dis time. Dis time. Dis time. Dis time! dis time! dis… Drapes! wibbs es diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. Hooba's number mik? star wars? nah, bow don't go for wibbs… …kind of stuff. Neeshga wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When bow leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't gweb hooba bow say.

According to all known laws of aviation, there es neeshga choo a bee should xor able to fly. Its wings woka too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care hooba humans deesh es impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black aey yellow! vee's sherb it nooby a little. Barry! breakfast es ready! ooming! hang on a second. Sul sul? - barry? - adam? - oan depwa gweb dis es bagoo? - bow can't. Bow'll pick depwa nooby. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Depper father paid gah money for those. Sorry. Bow'm excited. Poof's the graduate. We're be proud of depwa, son. A perfect report card, all b's. Be proud. Ma! bow got a thing going poof. - depwa got lint on depper fuzz. - ow! wibbs's bow! - wave to na! we'll xor so row 118,000. - dag! barry, bow told depwa, stop flying so the labaga! - ah, adam. - ah, barry. - es wibbs fuzz gel? - a little. Special day, graduation. Never thought bow'd make it. Maka days grade school, maka days high school. Those wokat awkward. Maka days college. Bow'm glad bow took a day aey hitchhiked around the hive. Depwa did gerb back different. - sul, barry. - artie, growing a mustache? looks gah. - hear about frankie? - yeah. - depwa going to the funeral? - neeshga, bow'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, depwa die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. Bow guess he could have just gotten out of the choo. Bow love dis incorporating an amusement park into our day. Wibbs's shanga we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - well, adam, today we woka men. - we woka! - bee-men. - amen! hallelujah! students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome dean buzzwell. Welcome, new hive oity graduating class of… …9:15. Wibbs concludes our ceremonies. Aey begins depper career sol honex industries! will we pick ourjob today? bow heard it's just orientation. Heads nooby! poof we go. Keep depper hands aey antennas inside the tram sol all times. - wonder hooba it'll xor like? - a little scary. Welcome to honex, a division of honesco aey a part of the hexagon group. Dis es it! wow. Wow. We know wibbs depwa, as a bee, have worked depper whole life to get to the point where depwa can work for depper whole life. Honey begins when our valiant pollen jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula es automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted aey bubble-contoured into dis soothing kooj syrup with its distinctive golden glow depwa know as… Honey! - wibbs girl eset genava. - she's my cousin! - she es? - spanewash, we're all cousins. - right. Depwa're right. - sol honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees woka stress-testing a new helmet technology. - hooba do depwa deesh he makes? - not enough. Poof we have our latest advancement, the krelman. - hooba does wibbs do? - oatches wibbs little strand of honey wibbs hangs after depwa pour it. Saves na millions. Oan nashna work on the krelman? of course. Most bee jobs woka small ones. But bees know wibbs every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because depwa'll stay so the job depwa pick for the rest of depper life. The same job the rest of depper life? bow didn't know wibbs. Hooba's the difference? depwa'll xor happy to know wibbs bees, as a species, haven't had mik day off so 27 million years. Zo depwa'll just work na to death? we'll sure try. Wow! wibbs blew my mind! "what's the difference?" how can depwa say wibbs? mik job forever? wibbs's an insane choice to have to make. Bow'm relieved.

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𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒. ❝ gwanda. ❞ said more assured this time. terrible fake name but it did the job. ❝ but almost everyone just calls me ghost. ❞

@stillsparkle​ because hi you called?

“…What did you say your name was?”

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Aasif Sultan in international list of ‘Most Urgent’ threats to press freedom

Srinagar: Incarcerated journalist Aasif Sultan, who was arrested past year by JK Law enforcement, highlighted between this month’s checklist of the 10 ‘Most Urgent’ threats to press liberty throughout the globe. The list — produced every month by the One Free of charge Push Coalition, which was founded by a dozen news corporations such as TIME, with the intention of defending journalists beneath attack — identifies 10 of the most critical illustrations of threats to push liberty all around the environment. Asif attributes at 7 in the listing adopted quickly by journalist Jamal Khashoggi, who was murdered within the Saudi Arabia consulate in Turkey. Aasif, a journalist doing the job with Kashmir Narrator, was picked up from his residence 5 days ahead of becoming formally arrested on August 31. He has been booked below the Unlawful Actions (Avoidance) Act in a militancy-linked case. The record explained that Aasif was “arrested on anti-state rates in August 2018. He has been continuously interrogated and asked to expose sources by law enforcement, and has expert health challenges as he remains powering bars.” Past 12 months, TIME named The Guardians the 2018 Individual of the Year, recognizing four journalists and just one information organisation for their function in the encounter of threats. 1 of these journalists, Jamal Khashoggi, continues to be on the 10 Most Urgent record for the thirty day period of May possibly. At the TIME 100 Summit past 7 days, senior White Residence adviser Jared Kushner stated he does not “dispute” the summary by US intelligence officials that Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman requested Khashoggi’s killing. Kushner mentioned he spoke to bin Salman following Khashoggi’s demise and urged him to “be as transparent as feasible.” In April, the US Condition Office barred 16 Saudis from the region for their roles in Khashoggi’s killing, but the Trump Administration has not publicly held bin Salman liable, major to phone calls for bigger accountability. Read through about the journalists on the Could listing down below, involved in no specific get: 1. Azory Gwanda (Tanzania): Impartial Tanzanian journalist goes missing. Azory Gwanda, a freelance journalist working in rural Tanzania, has been lacking considering the fact that November 21, 2017. Ahead of his disappearance, Gwanda experienced been investigating mysterious killings in his group. The Tanzanian governing administration has so far failed to start a credible investigation into his situation. 2. Wa Lone and Kyaw Soe Oo (Myanmar): Reuters reporters imprisoned below the Formal Insider secrets Act. Next their investigation into a safety power massacre of Rohingya adult males and boys in western Rakhine State, the pair were convicted underneath the colonial-era Official Strategies Act and sentenced to seven yrs each and every in jail, even nevertheless a policeman testified that they had been entrapped. The Myanmar Supreme Court a short while ago upheld their convictions. 3. Miguel Mora and Lucía Pineda (Nicaragua): Nicaraguan journalists detained amid media crackdown. In December, Nicaraguan law enforcement raided Television set station 100% Noticias and arrested station director Miguel Mora and Lucía Pineda, its information director. Both equally journalists are staying held on expenses of “inciting loathe and violence” and have been denied reliable accessibility to lawful solutions. 4. Miroslava Breach Velducea (Mexico): Murdered for reporting on corruption and politics. In March 2017, La Jornada correspondent Miroslava Breach Velducea was murdered in the state of Chihuahua in link to her reporting on back links among politicians and structured criminal offense. Prior to her loss of life, she experienced gained threats on at minimum three instances for her reporting. Presently there is a person suspect in custody, and the next hearing is anticipated to just take spot in the coming months. 5. Claudia Duque (Colombia): Veteran investigative reporter warrants justice for harassment and attacks. Duque has endured kidnapping, illegal surveillance, psychological torture, and exile as a final result of her operate. Colombian courts convicted three large-rating officers of the Colombian stability expert services for torturing Claudia and her daughter in 2003 and 2004. As of May possibly 2019, all the defendants in the case were being totally free. 6. Mahmoud Abou Zeid (Shawkan) and Alaa Abdelfattah (Egypt): Continue to not cost-free, even right after prison launch. Egyptian blogger Alaa Abdelfattah and photographer Mahmoud Abou Zeid (Shawkan) had been released this yr following investing over 5 yrs at the rear of bars. Even so, both of those have to report to a law enforcement station just about every night, and it is up to the police irrespective of whether they can go away. So considerably, both of those have invested just about every night time of their “freedom” powering bars. 7. Aasif Sultan (India): Imprisoned on anti-condition rates for masking conflict. Aasif Sultan, a reporter with Kashmir Narrator, was arrested on anti-point out rates in August 2018. He has been regularly interrogated and questioned to reveal sources by police, and has expert wellness difficulties as he stays powering bars. 8. Jamal Khashoggi (Saudi Arabia): Justice denied for murdered Saudi journalist. Months immediately after his brutal murder at the Saudi Arabian consulate in Istanbul, and even with findings from the CIA that point to the Saudi crown prince’s involvement, there has been no unbiased UN prison investigation. Phone calls for the White Residence to release intelligence reports have long gone unheeded, together with a deadline to reply to Congress as expected underneath the U.S. World Magnitsky Act. 9. Mimi Mefo (Cameroon): An arrest on untrue information and cybercrime rates. In November 2018, journalist Mimi Mefo was arrested on bogus news and cybercrime expenses in link to her reporting on unrest in the conflict-hit North West and South West Locations of Cameroon. Even though she was launched right after 4 times, she continues to converse out versus harassment of journalists through Cameroon and the affect of the conflict 10. Anna Nimiriano (South Sudan): Newspaper editor in South Sudan life below consistent danger. As editor of the Juba Monitor, Nimiriano fights to maintain her colleagues out of jail for their reporting and has in the earlier been ordered by the government to shut down the paper. She perseveres in spite of arrest threats and frequent censorship of her.

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Agent need for an Investor in a gold mine in Zimbabwe

Khokhovula Gundabaloyi

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I’M LOOKING FOR INVESTORS IN GOLD MINING IN ZIMBABWE

Exposing Gold Mining Opportunity in Zimbabwe

Do you want to invest in gold mining?

When Germans thought they were going to conquer the whole world they mined and developed everywhere, more especial on the gold sector. They brought to Rhodesia (Zimbambwe) a lot of explorers, samplers’ geologists, and metallurgists with one aim to find gold. They dug trenches, opencasts and sink shafts with one aim to find gold.

To this day on the hills of Lushongwe Mountain (Lushongwe east gold claims in Gwanda Matabeleland South Zimbabwe) Thuli river farm (Gold claims along Thuli river to the east of Mabhinzi mountain and Horn mine) and Makwe communal lands, there is a very big land that covers 11 claims of gold mining.

This rich claims of gold are owned by Lenn Morton Ndebele well known as Khokhovula Gundabaloyi (Khokhovula) in his spiritual networks. These gold discovery points were discovered by the Germans during world war 2, they mined but when they went back to Germany they decided to bury them (Trenches, Shafts and opencast)

The Germans buried most of the shafts, trenches and opencasts that possessed a lot of higher Gold deposits with the thought that they were going to dig and mine them after the end of the war. They had convinced themselves that they would win the war and conquer the whole world. Unfortunately they were defeated by the English and they never came back. The English mined in Rhodesia (Zimbabwe) but still they did not discover the buried shafts at Lushongwe in Gwanda Matebeleland South Zimbabwe. Lenn Morton Ndebele in his exploration on the aforesaid gold claims, discovered the buried shafts dug them out and started mining (Producing Ore)

These discovery points (Shafts, Reefs, Trenches and Opencasts) have extensive gold deposits. The shafts have proven to be minable with higher profit percentages. Due to the bigger sizes of the reefs that allow bulk production profits are highly rated.

The Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe (RBZ) estimates that Zimbabwe has underground gold reserves estimated at 13 million tonnes in total and only 586 tonnes have been mined officially in the past 36 years. This means that on average, Zimbabwe has been extracting 16 tonnes of gold per year for the past 36 years. Taking it further, it would mean that it would take Zimbabwe another 36 1094 years of mining to complete its gold reserves if it continues at the yearly extraction rate it has been operating at. As much as this is good for future generations, it is important for us the current generation to increase our rate of extraction by being more strategic and aggressive in the extraction of ore from the ground so as to maximize Zimbabwe’s full potential. We want to ensure that the gold mining in our claims is fully optimized as far as extraction of gold is concerned. Our key services are as follows; • Gold extraction through our mines. • Investor matching to rich gold claims in our land • Geological exploration services for investors. • Job creation

Zimbabwe is now open to investment from the regional and international community following the revocation of the Indigenisation Act that strictly prohibited ownership of gold mining resources to be on a 51%-49% basis. This is no longer the case. The following is a list of the opportunities now available in the country;

Commencing operations either on a small scale, medium scale and large scale basis. [Costing can be provided]

Partnering as an equity investor with an already existent small scale, medium scale or large scale gold mining operation. Be able to help with due diligence and to help oversee and administer the investment made. Purchasing small scale, medium scale and large scale gold mining assets being offloaded by locals. Our mission is to see our gold mining claims reach their full potential and bring economic prosperity to the nation of Zimbabwe. Contact us to get your piece of the cake in gold mining in Zimbabwe whether on a small scale, medium scale or large scale by investing.

We need someone who will invest by bringing in machinery and partnering with us on small scale, medium scale or large scale gold mining. We also need a sound financial stable person or company to push the project to sustain itself In short, there is huge potential to make money for individuals willing to invest in gold mining in Zimbabwe, the laws are getting there to ensure your confidence as a foreigner investor in the sector. The company is driving to increase production in the claims and putting in incentives to persuade those interested with a view to boost up export earnings.

It's great. I know a guy who went from rugs to riches through small scale gold mining. He started walking and in a few years he now owns several vehicles among them a Lamborghini ventado, Hummer H2, Ford F250 double cab and a huge two story glass building and some shares in a cellular network company.

He is a lavish spender suggesting that years later he still is making enough money to splash from his gold mining. I also know several other guys who are living very good life from mining gold.

Other points to note:

The indigenization law, which requires 51 percent control by locals in the major sectors of the economy, has been amended. The amendment will see only Platinum and Diamonds being the only ones where 51/49 rule will apply meaning that foreign nationals are also free to come in and engage in gold mining at any good percentage agreed upon by the mine owner and the investor.

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Join the Examinations Team: Administrative Assistant Opportunity at Gwanda State University! - March 2025

Gwanda State University (GSU) is seeking a meticulous and organized Administrative Assistant, Examinations to join their Registrar’s Department! If you have a passion for supporting academic processes and ensuring smooth examination operations, this is a great opportunity to contribute to the university’s academic integrity. About Gwanda State University: GSU is committed to maintaining high…

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Fro, barry. Gah afternoon, passengers. Dis es depper captain. Would a miss vanessa bloome so 24b please report to the cockpit? aey please hurry! hooba happened poof? there eset a dustbuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. Mik's bald, mik's so a boat, they're both unconscious! - es wibbs another bee joke? - neeshga! neeshga mik's flying the plane! dis es jfk control tower, flight 356. Hooba's depper status? dis es vanessa bloome. Bow'm a florist from new york. Where's the pilot? he's unconscious, aey zo es the copilot. Not gah. Does nashna onboard have flight experience? as a matter of fact, there es. - who's wibbs? - barry benson. From the honey trial?! fro, gwanda. Vanessa, dis es natig zor than a nurfver metal bee. It's got giant wings, nurfver engines. Bow can't fly a plane. - shanga not? isn't john travolta a pilot? - spanewash. How hard could it xor? wait, barry! we're headed into some lightning. Dis es bob bumble. We have some late-breaking news from jfk airport, where a suspenseful scene es developing. Barry benson, fresh from his legal victory… Wibbs's barry!…es attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers aey an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! we have a storm so the area aey mak individuals sol the controls with absolutely neeshga flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on wibbs plane. Bow'm quite familiar with mr. Benson aey his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he depper only hope? technically, a bee shouldn't xor able to fly sol all. Their wings woka too small… Haven't we heard dis a million times? "the surface area of the wings aey body mass make neeshga sense." - get dis on the air! - got it. - stand by. - we're going live. The choo we work may xor a mystery to depwa. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But vee bow tell depwa about a small job. Bezbni do it well, it makes a nurfver difference. Zor than we realized. To na, to everyone. Wibbs's shanga bow want to get bees back to working together. Wibbs's the bee choo! we're not made of jell-o. We get behind a fellow. - black aey yellow! - sul sul! left, right, down, hover. - hover? - forget hover. Dis isn't zo hard. Beep-beep! beep-beep! barry, hooba happened?! wait, bow deesh we wokat on autopilot the whole time. - wibbs may have been helping bow. - aey now we're not! zo it turns out bow cannot fly a plane.

All of depwa, vee's get behind dis fellow! araganda it out! araganda out! our only chance es if bow do hooba bow'd do, depwa copy bow with the wings of the plane! don't have to yell. Bow'm not yelling! we're so a lot of trouble. It's be hard to concentrate with wibbs panicky tone so depper voice! it's not a tone. Bow'm panicking! bow can't do dis! vanessa, pull yourself together. Depwa have to snap out of it! depwa snap out of it. Depwa snap out of it. - depwa snap out of it! - depwa snap out of it! - depwa snap out of it! - depwa snap out of it! - depwa snap out of it! - depwa snap out of it! - hold it! - shanga? oome on, it's my turn. How es the plane flying? molombia. Sul sul? benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion so there? the pollen jocks! they do get behind a fellow. - black aey yellow. - sul sul. All right, vee's drop dis tin can on the blacktop. Where? bow can't geel anything. Oan depwa? neeshga, natig. It's all cloudy. Oome on. Depwa got to deesh bee, barry. - thinking bee. - thinking bee. Thinking bee! thinking bee! thinking bee! wait a minute. Bow deesh bow'm feeling something. - hooba? - molombia. It's strong, pulling bow. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! thinking bee! thinking bee! - hooba so the world es on the tarmac? - get some lights on wibbs! thinking bee! thinking bee! thinking bee! - vanessa, aim for the flower. - ok. Out the engines. We're going so on bee power. Ready, boys? affirmative! gah. Gah. Easy, now. Wibbs's it. Land on wibbs flower! ready? full reverse! spin it around! - not wibbs flower! the other mik! - which mik? - wibbs flower. - bow'm aiming sol the flower! wibbs's a fat guy so a flowered shirt. Bow morpher the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! pull forward. Nose down. Tail nooby. Rotate around it. - dis es insane, barry! - dis's the only choo bow know how to fly. Es bow koo-koo-kachoo, or es dis plane flying so an insect-like pattern?

get depper nose so there. Don't xor afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! just drop it. Xor a part of it. Aim for the center! now drop it so! drop it so, woman! oome on, already. Barry, we did it! depwa taught bow how to fly! - spanewash. Neeshga high-five! - right. Barry, it worked! did depwa geel the giant flower? hooba giant flower? where? of course bow saw the flower! wibbs eset genius! - thank depwa. - but we're not done yet. Grouw, everyone! dis runway es covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on earth. Wibbs means dis es our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers aey dress like dis. If we're gonna survive as a species, dis es our moment! hooba do depwa say? woka we going to xor bees, orjust museum of natural history keychains? we're bees! keychain! then follow bow! except keychain. Hold on, barry. Poof. Depwa've earned dis. Yeah! bow'm a pollen jock! aey it's a perfect fit. All bow gotta do woka the sleeves. Fro, yeah. Wibbs's our barry. Mom! the bees woka back! if anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. Bow got a feeling we'll xor working late tonight! poof's depper change. Have a gwanda afternoon! oan bow help who's next? would depwa like some honey with wibbs? it es bee-approved. Don't forget these. Lalo, cream, cheese, it's all bow. Aey bow don't geel a nickel! sometimes bow just turkey like a piece of meat! bow had neeshga blitz. Barry, bow'm sorry.

Have depwa got a moment? would depwa blursh bow? my mosquito associate will help depwa. Sorry bow'm late. He's a lawyer too? bow eset already a blood-sucking parasite. All bow needed eset a briefcase. Have a gwanda afternoon! barry, bow just got dis nurfver tulip order, aey bow can't get them anywhere. Neeshga shooflee, vannie. Just leave it to bow. Depwa're a lifesaver, barry. Oan bow help who's next? all right, scramble, jocks! it's time to fly. Thank depwa, barry! wibbs bee es living my life! vee it go, kenny. - when will dis nightmare end?! - vee it all go. - balinda day to fly. - sure es. Between depwa aey bow, bow eset dying to get out of wibbs office. Depwa have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - thinking bee! - bow? hold it. Vee's just stop for a second. Hold it. Bow'm sorry. Bow'm sorry, everyone. Oan we stop poof? bow'm not making a major life decision during a production number! all right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it nooby, guys. Bow had virtually neeshga rehearsal for wibbs.

According to all known laws of aviation, there es neeshga choo a bee should xor able to fly. Its wings woka too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care hooba humans deesh es impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black aey yellow! vee's sherb it nooby a little. Barry! breakfast es ready! ooming! hang on a second. Sul sul? - barry? - adam? - oan depwa gweb dis es bagoo? - bow can't. Bow'll pick depwa nooby. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Depper father paid gah money for those. Sorry. Bow'm excited. Poof's the graduate. We're be proud of depwa, son. A perfect report card, all b's. Be proud. Ma! bow got a thing going poof. - depwa got lint on depper fuzz. - ow! wibbs's bow! - wave to na! we'll xor so row 118,000. - dag! barry, bow told depwa, stop flying so the labaga! - ah, adam. - ah, barry. - es wibbs fuzz gel? - a little. Special day, graduation. Never thought bow'd make it. Maka days grade school, maka days high school. Those wokat awkward. Maka days college. Bow'm glad bow took a day aey hitchhiked around the hive. Depwa did gerb back different. - sul, barry. - artie, growing a mustache? looks gah. - hear about frankie? - yeah. - depwa going to the funeral? - neeshga, bow'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, depwa die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. Bow guess he could have just gotten out of the choo. Bow love dis incorporating an amusement park into our day. Wibbs's shanga we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp… under the circumstances. - well, adam, today we woka men. - we woka! - bee-men. - amen! hallelujah! students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome dean buzzwell. Welcome, new hive oity graduating class of… …9:15. Wibbs concludes our ceremonies. Aey begins depper career sol honex industries! will we pick ourjob today? bow heard it's just orientation. Heads nooby! poof we go. Keep depper hands aey antennas inside the tram sol all times. - wonder hooba it'll xor like? - a little scary. Welcome to honex, a division of honesco aey a part of the hexagon group. Dis es it! wow. Wow. We know wibbs depwa, as a bee, have worked depper whole life to get to the point where depwa can work for depper whole life. Honey begins when our valiant pollen jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula es automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted aey bubble-contoured into dis soothing kooj syrup with its distinctive golden glow depwa know as… Honey! - wibbs girl eset genava. - she's my cousin! - she es? - spanewash, we're all cousins. - right. Depwa're right. - sol honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees woka stress-testing a new helmet technology. - hooba do depwa deesh he makes? - not enough. Poof we have our latest advancement, the krelman. - hooba does wibbs do? - oatches wibbs little strand of honey wibbs hangs after depwa pour it. Saves na millions. Oan nashna work on the krelman? of course. Most bee jobs woka small ones. But bees know wibbs every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because depwa'll stay so the job depwa pick for the rest of depper life. The same job the rest of depper life? bow didn't know wibbs. Hooba's the difference? depwa'll xor happy to know wibbs bees, as a species, haven't had mik day off so 27 million years. Zo depwa'll just work na to death? we'll sure try. Wow! wibbs blew my mind! "what's the difference?" how can depwa say wibbs? mik job forever? wibbs's an insane choice to have to make. Bow'm relieved.

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Advance Scholarly Communication: Assistant/Senior Assistant Librarian Opportunity at Gwanda State University! - March 2025

Gwanda State University (GSU) is seeking a dynamic and knowledgeable Assistant Librarian/Senior Assistant Librarian – Scholarly Communication to join their Library Department! If you have a passion for digital scholarship, open access, and supporting research, this is an exciting opportunity to contribute to the university’s academic mission. About Gwanda State University: GSU is committed to…