#if youre a high enough rank it pays super well

[mysteryampharos]

being an explorer must be one of the most inconsistent and risky jobs in the PMD world. Not because its dangerous but because your guild could take like 80% or more of the poke you earn. motherfucker a single tm is thousands and thousands of poke and your bitchass is only letting me have 200 out of 2k????

[acaplaya-musings]

Voiceplay-adjacent Visuals: Jack's Lament

Can you feel me practically vibrating out of my skin???

On one hand, I'm a little sad because this is the last video I'll probably be making a post about for a while (though by the time you see this, Geoff might have uploaded a new video that I can actually talk about the visuals for (EDIT from future me: he did!), and if so, you'll be seeing a post for that one tomorrow), but on the other hand, this is my third (though in no particular order/ranking) favourite Geoff video on his channel so far, and I am so excited to finally be able to make a post for it!

Geoff's cover of Jack's Lament debuted on the 8th of October, 2023, though I didn't see it pop up in my YouTube recommended until the 29th (if you remember from my Hellfire post, I wasn't initially subscribed to Geoff or Voiceplay, and both channels somehow ended up dropping off my radar for a while. Jack's Lament was the first from either channel that I had seen in at least a year, and as soon as I saw that thumbnail, I knew it was going to be amazing, but oh my GOD it was even better (and with me stumbling upon Hellfire the very next day, well let's just say I was pulled even deeper down the Geoff/Voiceplay rabbithole than I had been the first time around 😅).

Anyway, I'm not sure if I'll hit image limit on this one, or how much actual commentary I may have, but regardless, let's freaking go!

One hell of an opening shot, not gonna lie. Geoff's very-skeletal-looking hands playing the piano (in a beautiful way, might I add), immediately sets a very spooky/eerie vibe!

And this is one hell of an establishing shot! I mean goddamn there is a lot to take in here! Though one thing I will point out (that I actually only just noticed myself ^^;) is the Haunted Mansion headstone on the left, memorialising Madame Leota!

(Also shoutout to Pattycake Production Studios where this was filmed!)

I of course have to give a MASSIVE shoutout and kudos to Rick Underwood for the makeup job in this one, like holy christ he really outdid himself here! (and I can't thank him enough)

Ngl, if I don't come up with any other ideas between now and October, then I kinda wanna dress as "Jack Skellington Geoff" (Geoff Caskellington? 🤔), makeup and all (or just attempt the face makeup at least)

And seriously take a look at his hands! If it weren't for the super-high-definition closeup of his hands on the piano at the start, you'd be forgiven for thinking those are just really well-fitting gloves, but nope! An amazing airbrush job from Mr Underwood!

Also, if you look at his neck and chest in both this image and the previous one, you'll notice that he's got airbrushing going on there too, highlighting (or more accurately, shading) his ribs and other bones!

Finally, on the subject of the body paint job, if you've been paying attention to some of my other Geoff posts (and some of my Voiceplay posts), you might notice what's missing...

No necklace, and no rings! Had to remove them for costume/makeup/character purposes, rip. Must have felt a bit weird without them, but all that paint must have felt weird too, so maybe the weird feelings cancelled each other out? 😅

(His acting in this is of course 10/10 👌)

This video is one that I do actually know involved Geoff deliberately colouring his hair to make it grey, and it still looks as lovely as ever!

(Also this picture is a better one to check out the airbrushed detailing on his chest! (if you're gonna leave a couple of shirt buttons undone and your chest exposed, might as well take advantage of it! 😁))

The "moon" in this video is apparently just some big spotlight with a moon cover on it or something? Apparently you can fairly easily find them online or something, and you can in fact see the pole it's attached to underneath in this image here, but you likely wouldn't notice the pole if you weren't looking for it, and the usage of the moon is 100% perfect! (I've seen/heard one or two people wishing the moon was yellow like in the movie, but eh, it probably wouldn't have fitted the overall colour scheme of the video as much)

I had to include the "jumpscare" of course I had to! 😁

Also I can't get any good screencaps of it, but the way Geoff shifts from sombre on "a longing that I've never known," to more theatric/dramatic on "I'm a master of fright, and a demon of light" is so good, and the acting/choreography is absolute chefs kiss

"Bonjour!"

(For those of you not familiar with the original, the line "and I'm know throughout England and France" is part of the original song, but the "bonjour!" bit is not 😆)

A Geoff head not connected to the body! It's happened again! 😂

Also it's cool the way Geoff is quickly jumping/flashing from one point to another, reminds me of his Headless Horseman video

"No animal, nor man, can SCREAM like I can!"

What can I say, it's a very cool effect! Really ups the "oomph" factor of the little belt moment!

Tiny pumpkins/jack-o-lanterns in his eyes!!

"But who here, would ever understand..."

(I'm not even at half the maximum image limit yet, so I'm 100% just throwing in an extra screencap (or two) just because 😁)

Geoff pats the side of his leg to call for Zero the ghost dog, just in in the scene in the movie! (Also shoutout to Kathy, who I believe helped with puppeteering for this bit?)

"...that the pumpkin king, with the skeleton grin,"

(Freaking obsessed with this video, I tell ya!)

"The fame and praise, come year after year, does nothing for these empty tears"

This is the last shot before we see the gramophone logo (a very gorgeous shot btw), but there's a little bit of a bonus bit for those who stick around for the Patron credits!!

It starts to snow! Like at the end of the movie! It's a sign of hope and good things to come! <3

The original song is good for the movie, sure, but Geoff's cover feels like it has so much more depth (in more ways than one!) and emotion! And his vocal range is ugh god absolutely stunning and mindblowing! I cannot get enough, can never get enough!

But anyway, I hope you've been enjoying my Voiceplay/Voiceplay-adjacent posts! If there are any videos I've skipped over that you actually would like me to make a post on, please let me know! (And don't worry, I am planning to do all the 2017-onwards Christmas videos for both channels eventually - maybe as a Christmas In July thing?) I'm typing this on the 22nd of February, and if Voiceplay uploads a video in March that I wanna make a post on (nope), well you reading this will have already seen that post, and if Geoff uploads something in March that I wanna talk about (he did), then you'll see that post tomorrow (you will!). But otherwise, thanks for reading!

[hotheadedheroprimary]

When Stars Align

(A Kiribaku x F!Reader fic)

Ever since you were little, all you wanted was to become a great hero. Your parents are both amazing people in your eyes, saving others every day, so why wouldn't you want to be like them? Every great hero has to start somewhere and you've got your eye on U.A. High-school of Japan.

(Chapter 1) Got What it Takes?

U.A.: the super-elite school of Japan for young, aspiring heroes, who want to be the best of the best. Only the most skilled, tenacious, and daring teenagers make it here. This school has produced some of the greatest heroes in the world. It must be pretty cool if so many people talk so highly of it, right? You hope so. You have travelled halfway across the world just to score a chance of getting in, after all. You can only hope that all the hard work pays off. It has been a long and difficult process but, finally, you are here.

With clenched fists and determination glistening in your foreign eyes, you stare down the first obstacle in your wake: the gate to the physical exam. You almost can't believe this is the real thing. It certainly seems a lot more intimidating up close. There aren't many things that worry you, especially when it comes to your quirk and your ability to use it. You have to admit, you have been blessed with a truly wonderful quirk, so why are your palms so sweaty?

Everyone around you is preparing themselves, warming up, and getting in the zone. There are definitely some strong-looking students. You never really took much notice of just how many varieties of quirks there are. With competition such as this, you are beginning to wonder how much of a hard time this is going to be. Snap out of it! Now is far from the time to worry. You need to remain primed and focused if you stand any chance of passing this. With a steadying breath, you close your eyes and mentally go over the rules set in place for the marking criteria.

The briefing entailed that four types of "faux villains", as they were called, are to be expected in this trial. Each villain will be worth different points according to their respective difficulty levels. It sounds easy enough: just beat up some bots using your quirk and rack up enough points to get into your dream school within ten minutes. Easy peasy. Yeah, not so much. Present Mic also detailed that the fourth faux villain variety awards you zero points, merely acting as an obstacle more than anything else. It must be quite a hindrance given the fact that there is only one in each sight.

After what feels like a lifetime, the gates finally open. It's go time. A series of bright, star-shaped constructs take form beneath your feet and betwixt your fingers, sitting comfortably within your palms. They may be no larger than your hands but, with enough of them, you are able to lift yourself from the ground. It is only a few inches in the air but it's a lot faster than running. Not to mention, it will likely be wise to conserve your physical energy for combat and evasive manoeuvers should you not be able to activate your quirk fast enough.

You bob and weave around oncoming students, and it doesn't take long before you encounter your first hurdle - three of them, in fact. You land nimbly on the ground and the stars disappear, leaving you to face the robots that rank with a couple of level ones and a two. Decision time: do you prioritise the higher level, or do you rid of the lower rankings first to reduce the numbers? You choose to favour the latter option and fling a cascade of especially sharp stars their way. The metal skin shrieks upon impact, tearing away and unleashing a gush of sparks from within. One quick turn of your body soon after and you direct double the amount towards the last robot. It takes just one more attack before it blasts out of commission. If you keep going at this pace, victory is sure to be well within your grasp.

Some minutes pass and you can only assume that you have managed to reach the 40s. It's a rough estimate but it's good enough for you at the moment. Unfortunately, fate has other plans and decides that it is time to meddle with your good luck. Flickers of multi-coloured spots pass by your peripheral but you make no effort to stop. You can't stop. There is absolutely no way of telling how many points all of the other students have retrieved. If you stop to take a break now, you might just lose your chance. There isn't much that can be done at this point in time, so you take it upon yourself to listen out for anything that sounds heavy enough to be a robot and aim your stars as best as you can. Scatters of rubble come up to your left and you strike to the best of your abilities immediately. How strange...

That didn't sound like metal.

"Whoa," a gravelly voice bellows, "I can tell you wanna' win but don't take out the competition."

This is a fact that you overlooked. Without your sight, the risk of hitting nearby students is that much greater. How could you be so careless? Not only could someone have gotten seriously injured but you could lose out on points because of your recklessness. That is a consideration taken into this exam, right?

"[I'm so sorry]," you accidentally spill in your native tongue. You swallow before correcting yourself. "I've used my quirk too much, and now I can't see anything. I didn't hurt you, did I?"

You hear a laugh, "No, man, don't worry! Lucky for you, I have a pretty indestructible quirk."

What a relief, you think to yourself. Nonetheless, that still doesn't change the fact that you could have hurt him. If it was someone who didn't have a defensive quirk like him, they could have suffered some serious cuts. You don't dwell for much longer when a firm hand lands on your shoulder, followed by that voice again.

"You gonna' be okay? We should probably get you out of the battlefield if you can't see."

"No, no, I'll be fine," you object desperately, shaking your head. "It'll wear off soon."

You expected this mystery person to leave it at that and wish you luck before continuing to get himself more points but he decides to stay. He clearly has a big heart, that much is obvious already. If any of these students deserves to pass, it's him you've decided. You can only hope that this inconvenience doesn't hinder his chances.

When your vision begins to return, you can just about make out smudges of black and red. This guy's face is still rather blurry but you can tell it's the colour palette of his hair and eyes. Is that a small scar on his brow? It's hard to tell. Another colour comes into view, distracting you: green. That can only mean one thing.

"Watch out!"

You are quick to pull the student out of harm's way and your other hand extends, targetting a flurry of bright, iridescent stars at the faux villain. Luckily, you can confirm that it is indeed taken down before your eyes are invaded with kaleidoscope colours once more. Seconds after, the horn blares, signaling the end of the exam. Is that going to be enough? You got so caught up in the mess that you completely lost count. It isn't even a matter of being able to confer with the boy who helped you as you are already being dragged away by the paramedics. Shoot.

You didn't even get his name.

This is the part that is most agonising. You could have been beaten to a pulp during the practical and the physical pain would still hail in comparison to the existential dread occupying your precious time. You have the ability to practise impeccable temperament but the impatience is wearing you down thin. You can talk a big game about your quirk all you want but deep down you're just a canister of anxiety waiting to be punctured and explode. What if the examiners retract points for your reckless mishap? What if you didn't get enough points, to begin with? Did you ruin the other student's chances of getting in? You hope not; he seemed nice. The stewing of these questions has been fermenting and rotting away in your brain since the exam finished. Your downward spiral is cut off to a temporary halt when a resounding knock breaks the silence, followed by a voice.

"[Starshine,]" it calls gently through the varnished wood. "[I made breakfast. You should come and grab a plate.]"

Food is the last thing on your mind but you know that the insistence of your father won't allow you to skip out on the most important meal of the day. Begrudgingly, you peel away from the mountainous cocoon of fluff and trudge out, being sure to drag one of the blankets with you over your shoulders. The man you refer to as 'Paps' smiles endearingly and pats the top of your head as you pass him. He has been awfully distressed about you - both of your parents have. Being a lot softer than his cartoonishly calloused partner, he has a tendency of going over the top in assuring you have everything you need to feel better. It is terribly sweet, of course, but you wish he wouldn't be so concerned, especially considering how much energy he puts into his job. Both of your parents work so hard, they shouldn't have to worry about some measly exam anxiety.

Paps follows your fragile self down the stairs like a hesitant slinky, silently wondering what more he can do to alleviate this pressure that's weighing you down. All contemplation is set aside when the mail for the morning slips past the front door's tongue. Is that...? It is! Your makeshift cape tears away and lands in your father's face as you descend the rest of the way via the banister. You fumble the landing and drop to your knees, scrambling for the letter like a crazed raccoon to a pile of scraps.

It must undoubtedly make for a hilarious sight because you can hear your Paps' laughter come up beside you. "[Well? What are you waiting for? Open it.]"

Yes. Opening the letter is the next step, isn't it? Your entire body is practically vibrating with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Those worrisome thoughts are close to bombarding you into a coma again but you know you need to open it despite your fears. Your fingertips threaten to pale beneath the pressure of your grasp. Just think of it as a bandaid: you just need to rip that sucker off and get it over with. Through bated breath, you scurry back up to your bedroom and close the door. If this is to turn badly, you would much rather be alone for it, much to your Paps dismay. He shall let you be for now but will remain at the ready should you need him.

Prying open the envelope is hardly done with any grace or precision but you can barely withstand your trembling. A disc-shaped ornament tumbles onto the carpet in front of you. That explains the strange shape, at least. The device stares back at you dauntingly and you have to take a deep breath before pressing the little button that will unveil either your demise or your sanctuary. It chirps to life and a hologram projection springs up, revealing the greatest hero this planet has ever known: All-Might. This must be a good sign. There is no way they would get the top dog himself to bring bad news to the students, right?

"It is I," he announces, baring that trademark smile of his. "Well done, (Y/n) (L/n)! As I am to become a teacher at U.A. I have the proud honour of declaring your success in making it in. Congratulations! You have a fantastic quirk, young lady. Now, you certainly had a couple of fumbles during the practical but your ability to prosper again was most impressive. We weren't just examining students on how many points they could get, after all. You earned some hero points saving that young man from that faux villain."

There is a lot to unpack here. The top-ranking hero himself is going to be a teacher? That's amazing! Not only did you get in but he's going to be your teacher as well. This is almost too good to be true. You thought for sure that said occurrence would have lost you points, especially since you got that student into that mess in the first place. It is a guilt you had been bearing on your shoulders this entire time - a weight that is slowly starting to lift with All-Might's words. It makes you wonder how that boy did and, as if on cue, your question is answered.

"Don't worry, (L/n), the young gentleman has also made it into the school," he continues, easing your aforementioned worries. "He earned himself a fair few hero points with the noble deed of checking on your wellbeing. Being a hero isn't just a matter of how many villains you can take down - it's also about doing what is right! Well done to both of you! I have a feeling you are both going to make wonderful heroes someday."

You catch your own smile in the mirror opposite to you once the hologram disappears. Having two wins to hold under your belt is something you hardly expected but you are certainly not going to complain. Any and all previous engagements with your negative psyche are dwindling as you turn your focus to preparing for school. That first day cannot come soon enough.

Getting this done was a mission and a half, let me tell ya'. I lost this first chapter TWICE due to technical difficulties, but we got there in the end. I really hope it's good enough despite the blimmin' torment XD (Also, if there's any confusion, the dialogue presented as '[ ]' is meant to represent characters speaking in English)

Chapter 2

[harmonyckrs]

Act 4, Scene 1 of Twisted Veronaville: Taking Down the Knights of Order

THE LAST PAGE

Pascal: Hello?...who is this?

Sita: Yo, Pascal. Can you come back to Veronaville super quick?

Pascal: I JUST got back home! And it turns out Lazlo is missing too, plus there's aliens camping in my house who refuse to give me any information about Sixam!

???: We were born and raised here! We don't know anything about Sixam!

???: Yeah! If we were from Sixam we wouldn't be fucking camping in your house!

Sita: Woah, they're super loud.

Pascal: Yeah, I know. I've only been back for an hour, but they're already driving me insane.

Sita: Okay, well...that does sound pretty bad, but...I'll help you find Vidcund and Lazlo if you help us with this. And we'll pay for your gas, too.

Pascal: You owe me way more than that.

Sita: Tracking down prisoners captured by a high ranking military officer such as the General and then proceeding to break them out of what's likely a maximum security prison takes a lot of effort, even for a psychic. Combined with Aktu's teleportation ability, you're going to want us both on your team.

Pascal: ...Fine. I'll meet you back in Veronaville soon.

The Knights of Order were a serious and determined bunch, but like with everyone else, they weren't without weaknesses. And in her attempt to scan the minds of everyone in Veronaville, Sita accidentally found out theirs.

Sana: I'm glad you're not mad at me for trying to stop you...even if we are on opposite sides, I do still see you as my sister.

Sita: Of course! There's no way I could be mad at my twin!...anyway, how's life? Got a girlfriend yet?

Sana: No...I don't think anyone would be interested, anyway. You were right about Nina and Dina, by the way...

Sita: (Right into my trap.) Aw, well...you can always find someone new. You know those Capp sisters? Goneril and Regan? They're recently divorced. Maybe you three can complain about your love lives together.

Sana: I guess I can...Regan and I talked for a bit at Hamza and Crystal's wedding, and she seemed nice...maybe I will! Thanks, Sita.

Sita: Of course! Anything to cheer you up!

Crystal: (Finally, I'm home...my head is killing me...)

Aktu: Greetings, Crystal.

Sita: Hello, wench.

Crystal: Ugh, you two. What do you even want, snitch?

Sita: Oh, nothing. I just wanted to thank you for trying to sabotage the Knights of Order from the inside, even if you were mostly unsuccessful.

Crystal: ...I only did it because I wanted some entertainment.

Hamza: Chrissy? You were sabotaging us?...and what happened to you? You're bleeding! Are you okay?

Aktu: (Let's teleport out of here before we risk having to talk to Hamza again.) Congrats again on the wedding, Crystal. I should probably go now.

Sita: (Agreed.) See ya, Chrissy!

While Sita and Aktu were dealing with Hamza and Crystal, Pascal's newfound presence had been noticed by the very person he wanted to see least.

Albany: (He's back...my dear Pascal has returned to Veronaville...)

Cornwall: Albany? Why are you using the telescope like that? The sky's upwards.

Albany: Oh! No reason! Just wanted to spy on...our bitch exes...

Cornwall: You're still not pointing the telescope the right way! You'd have to point it towards the north, not the west!

Albany: Yeah, yeah! Whatever!

Albany: (...I wonder why he's dressed like that...it reminds me of those old photos Goneril used to show me of-)

*DING DONG*

Consort: (As if Tybalt's death wasn't enough, I now have to deal with unwanted visitors...)

Consort: (Those guards weren't supposed to let that happen. I guess I got to check it out for myself...)

Pascal: Someone order a handyman?

Consort: (...He looks so much like Patrizio, back when we...)

Pascal: Well? I don't have all day.

Hermia: (Something's up with that guy, but I'm really not in the mood to deal with all of this today...)

Consort: ...Yeah, I did. Come inside.

*five minutes later*

Pascal: And that's the story of my first love. I'll never be able to get him back, but I can rest peacefully knowing that he's been avenged.

Consort: That's beautiful. I've lost my wife, too...to old age, but I can understand what the feeling of loss feels like. And my daughter and son-in-law were both murdered, so I understand the feeling of vengeance, too.

Pascal: (Our situations are not even REMOTELY the same! YOU caused the deaths of your loved ones!) Thank you, Consort. I can glad the patriarch of the Capp family is as kind as he is...handsome.

Consort: Oh, you flatter me.

Pascal: (And how is this plan even working?)

Meanwhile, Zoya was occupying herself with the new hologram tech she installed in the base of the Knights of Order as a celebration of "victory," unaware of what was going on with her siblings.

Tank: Zoya?

Zoya: Yeah? What's up, kiddo?

Tank: I was just wondering about...everything, really. What exactly are we fighting for now?

Zoya: Hm...not sure, actually. We may not have succeeded in restoring the story to normal, but I think the events are just going to run as they do normally. At this point, there's nothing we can do but sit and watch.

Tank: But there's got to be other things I can do, right?

Zoya: I think it's pretty too far gone. Ripp has already done a lot of damage to the story. Unless if you're a miracle worker, there's probably no way to get Romeo and Juliette back together.

Tank: ...

Zoya: And you haven't even talked to either of them. I don't know what exactly Aktu and Sita had in mind when they said they were going to use you for their plan, but I think General Buzz getting in the way probably helped them more than they realized.

Tank: Seriously?...well, I can be just as useful as Ripp! I'll find some way to fix the story, without your help!

Zoya: Sure! Go for it!

Zoya: (I feel like I struck a nerve...I should probably apologize to him later, once he calms down...hopefully he doesn't do anything drastic.)

THE NEXT DAY

[infinitefluffderg]

Jesse’s 2022 Game Review

PHowdy folks! With another year on the verge of collapse and the circus tent to be propped up a-new with a new coat of paint, it’s time to talk briefly about videos game. In the past, I made a list of my top 10 favorite games, diluted into my infamous prose heavy stylings. Not this year. Though you cannot force me away with many bars of corvid ownership from the act of getting flowery with dialogue, I’ll at least attempt terseness. Key word: attempt. Also, 5. 5′s a nice number and it’s less painful to write for.

As a quick reminder to all unfamiliar with my reviewing style: these are games that I’ve played this year that have left the largest impact on me. They aren’t games that came out this year (usually) and they aren’t games I played a lot of this year (though if they were, then DRG would be number 1). Usually I favor uniqueness and innovation over most other factors. Every game on this list is a banger and a half and gets my highest recommendation. With that squared away, let us begin.

Runners Up:

There were a LOT of great games that I played and honestly it becomes very difficult to rank games when all of them are just so damn good. So here’s a list of games in no particular order that really blew me away this year, but not enough to make the top 5.

Tropico 6

Satisfactory

Potionomics

Fight Knight

Disco Elysium

Dead Cells

The Forgotten City

5. Grounded

I play games with my boyfriend a lot. Usually, every day, if possible, we’ll sink a couple hours into our favorite multiplayer experiences. So I usually try to find us new experiences to enjoy to go alongside favorite staples. Grounded as a “Honey, I Shrunk the Kids” survival sim oozing with style and at high recommendation from others, was one I knew would be a hit even before we played it. And then we played it. Well, he played it a lot more than I did, but, I still helped out a lot.

Truthfully, Grounded is as much an RPG as a Survival Sim as you gradually update and upgrade your gear to deal with increasing challenge in this tiny world. The combat system is robust, there’s always a new unique challenge ahead of you, and the bugs are as adorable as they are horrifying. I could sleep with the little noises Ladybugs make in this game. If someone has exported all the bug sounds from this game, hit me up.

4. Super Animal Royale

Like I said in the last game choice, my boyfriend and I play together a lot, so we look for fun multiplayer experiences. SAR was his choice, and one he picked up because free is always welcome. And yeah, SAR knocks it out of the park. Not only is the gameplay well balanced and a thrill to fight online in, but it also manages to create one of the rare Free To Play experiences where you really want to pay the devs money just to support their game.

Nothing gameplay-wise is locked behind a fee, everything you would spend real money on is cosmetic. Plus, if you did like cosmetics, it’s super easy to get enough premium currency by playing the game to afford one of their battlepasses. These passes don’t expire too! You can always go back and level older passes if cosmetics in one season stood out more than other ones. If you’re interested in a cute animal top down and haven’t given SAR a try yet, there’s really no better time than now.

3. Ultrakill

I listen to Ultrakill’s OST on and off when I need something higher energy while I work on complicated projects. Similarly, Ultrakill is the most stylish FPS with Quake graphics I’ve played/witnessed. It runs off rule of cool similarly to its direct inspiration - Devil May Cry. And it all plays so damn smooooooooth.

My boyfriend (don’t tire of me talking about him, we do games together A LOT) is considerably better at this game than I am and I feel like I judge some of my opinions over how much he plays a game. At writing, he has P ranked the entire game on all difficulties, and Cyber Grinds (endless mode) for the fun of it. He’s gotten to Wave 25 I think? I’ll need to check with him again sometime. Anyways, he’ll show me how P-2 looks since his ability is on a whole other level.

2. Yakuza 0

I finally dipped my toes into Yakuza this year and HOOOOOOLY SHIT I was unprepared for what would be a hell of an experience. As someone who has played through Kiwami and about a third of Kiami 2 (remakes of the first and second games), 0 is the absolute best way to hook someone on the series. As the title suggests, it’s a prologue introducing the back stories for the two main runners of Kiryu’s ongoing quest to be a positive influence in the lives of orphans and others. And live. An amazing soap opera thriller crime drama that hits incredible heights constantly throughout its running, silly grade-A side stories, a solid difficulty curve, and much much more.

And by starting with 0, you get the amazing build up to go with it. 0′s incredible story helps temper the lows of the Kiwami remake (which is still a good game, don’t get me wrong) so that you can bounce back into the amazing engine update utilized for Kiwami 2. It’s just a good-ass game people.

1. Super Mario Odyssey

If you told me last year that this was going to be my number one game, I’d call you crazy. As someone who doesn’t easily fall in love with AAA games, preferring indie titles, the idea that Super Mario Odyssey would be such a must-play would have been completely dismissed. But no, over so many many other games I played this year, Super Mario Odyssey is the clear superior. SMO runs on high moments, everything has been so well planned out and the world is big without being overwhelming. This. This felt like the natural evolution of what Mario 64 was. And if you’ve been noting how much I’ve gushed over this year for the last month, then it should come to no surprise that it’s here at the top of my list. Everything was planned and perfected with such clear purpose it’s perplexing.

When this game came out alongside A Hat in Time, I felt that Hat would be superior because it controlled in a way that I wished Mario did. With mid-air dive cancels, a really really fun world to explore, a funny story with great characters. It was only this year, three years later, that I found that Odyssey not only did all that, it did it better. (Well, the writing of Hat is better, but...)

Anyways, if you are interested in a Switch, Odyssey is worth getting a Switch for. Though, admittedly, more if you’re the kind of person who adores adventurous open worlds in a collect-a-thon platform setting.

This is what AAA gaming should be. Anything else pales.

[dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram]

I’m curious though if the cropped/I cropped were the other way round, and all the highly visible positions and people on stage were white men and the majority of the behind-the-scenes crew were women/people of color, would that be better? Obviously the ideal scenario is diversity in all sectors but for me personally there would be more of a concern if the higher-paid, more recognizable employees were all white, as the implication might feel like women & people of color belong out of sight. That’s probably because that’s how my own workplace is though, where white men get promoted and there’s a high turnover rate among the lower ranks who tend to be minorities. I’m a black woman raised by white parents, for the record, so again my pov might be skewed.

That's a really important question anon. I don't think your perspective is skewed at all - or at least everyone's is. And dynamics of employment are super complicated - so no one person's experiences are going to are going to be enough - it's why it's important to listen to a wide range of experiences and also people who have had an opportunity to synthesise experiences.

And key to understanding the range of workplaces that exist is understanding that 'visible' is a different category from either wealth or power. In a lot of workplaces they're going to be the same. They certainly are in mine (and it sounds like in yours) the highest paid and most externally visible people are those in leadership positions. In those circumstances, visibility will correlate with the norms of organisations in capitalist societies - which is white men (or the men from the dominant ethnic group in non-white societies - all my examples from now on are going to assume we're in a country with a big enough white population for white people to dominate, but obviously that's not the case everywhere) get promoted and the further down an organisation you go the more people there are who aren't white men.

But in some places visibility doesn't exist in this way. Retail is actually really interesting as a site of segregation - and is an example where you get something like the opposite of what you're talking about. Within retail you have shop staff, where visibility is part of the job, and also distribution workers - warehouse people and drivers. There are certainly examples of retail operations where who was allowed to work on the shopfloor and who was allowed to work in distribution roles are very different. In general, in those cases what you'd have is segregated employment in parts of the organisation - where marginalised people are hired for some jobs and not for others. The jobs might not pay that differently, but some will be visible and others won't. But then on top of those roles you'd have the actual powerful roles in the organisation that were well paid and they'd be limited to white men.

Entertainment is another area where visibility doesn't necessarily equate to power. The other important things to understand about a tour is that musicians who are not part of the act aren't paid more than the rest of the crew. You say "higher-paid, more recognizable employees" - but musicians aren't higher paid than other parts of the touring company - everyone will be well-paid, but the band aren't on a different scale f. It's like retail in that sense - in that being visible doesn't mean you're being paid more (and unlike acting - lead actors do have pay structures that are on par with writers and directors - and more than other crew members).

In addition, we know who the higher paid people are when it comes to a popstar - it's the people who get a cut. For tour the people who are going to get a cut are Harry, his managers, and the people who wrote the songs. When thinking about Harry's business more broadly it's worth also including producers, who won't get a cut on the performance, but are making good money more widely. Almost everyone who has ever had any of those roles on Harry's teams are white men. You've got Amy Allen with a couple of writing credits, and Jeff Bhasker who worked with Harry on his first album. That's it - everyone else who is making really good money from Harry is a white man. And that's Harry's choice - Harry has chosen to discriminate in the roles with money and power.

And so to answer your question - if an organisation is segregated in most of its employment, desegregated in specific areas and also segregated in positions of power and real money - I don't think it matters if the desegregated part is visible or not. To come back to the retail example - what's really depressing is that there isn't that much difference between Harry's musical business (all put together in hte last 7 years) and a 1960s British department store that let black people work behind the scenes, but not out front. You have many segregated areas, a few desegregated ones, and a tight hand on who is allowed in positions of power.

That's why in fan discussions I have always concentrated on just two metrics - the first is the workforce as a whole, and the second is people with the most money and power. It doesn't matter where the small number of jobs that are open to non-white men are - if the vast majority of the work and all the positions of power are reserved for white men.

[rimworldretreats]

Day 19-22: the party grows

Pretty soon, we have our next "guest"; a local noble who is fleeing a vile manhunting beast and requires sanctuary until his shuttle arrives. Fish is of course, happy to let him die, but Hinton's dedication to the principles of hospitality and making good with the local powers win out. Do you know how hard it can be to pass food safety inspections when all your food is regurgitated by a mechanical monstrosity?

I forgot to screenshot any more information about Inetheomo, which is fine, as he will basically sit here and read while our group bleeds to protect him.

Shortly after him, the Beast arrives. Behold!

I don't bother setting up the turrets, but Hadley and Fish make relatively short work of it.

It does get close enough to bite his arm; fortunately, Rimworld's Space Rabies is not contagious.

The noble gets in his shuttle and leaves, having contributed nothing, but Hinton does get the rank of Yeoman in the local empire. She celebrates by treating Hadley's rabbit bite through the wall.

On day 20, Hori has recovered, and decides to stay as a guest for a while. I forget to switch her bed from medical to guest, and, well, she doesn't like to presume.

We also deal with a manhunting hedgehog much as we did the rabbit, and start getting the first harvest of rice, which Fish put in the ground 5 days ago.

It's specially engineered rice that grows super fast, OK? And we found a patch of fertile ground.

Rimworld Top Tip: Getting some rice in fertile ground as soon as practical will really help smooth the transition from gathering berries or stockpiled meals. Corn packs more nutrition per plant, but takes a lot longer to grow. Of course, if you have a pawn with high animals/shooting, hunting will also help.

Rimworld Other Top Tip: Butcher tables/spots don't distinguish between animals you hunted, or have in storage, and animals that die for other reasons anywhere on the map. If you set a bill on the butcher spot to butcher animals forever, you can check for deceased animals, mark them "allowed" and get free food. It's also handy if your hunter wings something but has to come back to sleep or eat before it's downed.

Day 21 sees some more ship crash events, including another cryptosleep section.

Triage time! Airway, Breathing, Circulation, Resumé! That's a bit unfair, we'll rescue anybody we can, but if we have to prioritize...

We rescue Smarty; the others expire or wander off to die of radiation poisoning as they linger near the reactor. There's no way to stop them short of capturing them, which might not actually work out any less fatal. There's also some Ancient power control chips, and a lot of clothing.

Day 22 brings an even more exciting milestone: our first paying guest!

I don't know if weapons of mass destruction are a lot cheaper, or boarding a lot more expensive, but I can probably keep this Gorilla person alive for 16 days in exchange for an antimatter warhead. I might even be able to use it eventually. Keeping her mood above 50% without the niceties of indoor plumbing may be harder.

And to cap things off, Smarty has elected to stay with us.

It may seem odd to be an animal hater with a passion for the animals skill, but at least if we start keeping food animals somebody will be happy to do the dirty work. She'll also be able to take the farming off Fish's pretty full plate, which will really help streamline things.

[the2amrevolution]

Whats also disturbing is how different my voting experience has been in my mainly conservative (+9% for Walker in the runoff), suburban, Georgia district.

I voted early for both the general and run-off at the same location as I've voted early the past several elections. Parking was free. There were no metal detectors or special security at the doors. Followed a sign that said to have your ID ready. I did have to wait in line for about 20 minutes for the run-off. When you got to the room with the voting machines, you went to a poll worker who had a tablet and scanner for your ID.

After your ID was scanned, you signed on the tablet, and got your green card for the machine. There were no big warnings on the screen when you went to vote, just instructions to insert the card, double check your selections, and ask for help if you needed to change a selection. When you were done, a paper with a code for your selection printed out, and you walked over to a large scanner that you fed your paper ballot into. Then you traded your green card for a sticker and left. For the general election, I was probably in and out in five minutes.

This is what we mean when we talk about how pervasive voter suppression is and how the elections are set up for conservatives to win. They make it super easy to vote in typically conservative districts, but they add layers of technically legal barriers in liberal and progressive districts. They can set up too few locations for the population to make long wait times knowing that people have to find time to vote around work schedules and childcare. They put locations away from public transit and with pay parking making it more difficult for lower income individuals to vote. They add security theater to intimidate people and to enable them to turn away those who may have just come from work and have multitool or box cutter on them with no where else to put it if they don't have a vehicle. They add extra fear mongering about fraud to make people worry its not worth it to vote because they can't afford to defend themselves regardless of innocence plus adding on to the amount of time the process takes.

Other than the machines themselves, there's really no standardization to what a polling place is like, and they take advantage of that.

I would love for there to be penalties to the secretary of states office for voter turnout under 75%, increasing over time to 90%. Theres currently no incentive to have a high enough voter turnout to accurately represent the population. Conservatives tend to be people with the resources to show up regardless of barriers, so they are over represented in lower turnout elections. They are over represented in unofficial polls as well for the same reasons. There needs to be incentive for officials to get as many eligible voters as possible to cast a ballot, which would mean making voting more accessible.

Ranked choice voting would also help reduce the "I dont like either" non-voters and improve turnout, but thats a different issue than voter supression.

[Image ID: A series of screenshots from a Twitter thread by Jason Coupet / professajay.

Text begins: Man voting in Georgia is so different than in Illinois. When I lived in chicago, during early voting, I went to the local elementary school, waited in line about ten minutes, and they gave me a sheet of paper. I checked people off then I put it in the machine and left.

Not Georgia. We drove downtown because *every* other polling place had a line >90 minutes. We paid ten bucks to park. We went in the building, then emptied out pockets to go through a metal detector. We then saw a sign about where to park to get our parking validated. Inside.

We then waited in line ~80 minutes. We got to the end and we were given a form to fill out (?). We were told *not* to sign it until told. Then we were moved into a waiting room where we were given a ticket number, like when you are at the dmv.

We were told to get our IDs out and wait. We waited here for 15-20 minutes. When your number is called they took your form, did some stuff on the computer, then told you to sign the form. Then you get a little green card. You insert it into the machine.

Then you go through three or four prompts, including a very serious™️ warning about perjury, a totally necessary warning given how huge a problem stolen identity is for the purposes of voting on behalf of someone else.

You then finally vote, and after an “are you sure” prompt you get a sheet. You then have to walk the sheet over to feed it into a machine. About half of these were working.

The bottleneck was clearly the weird application and waiting room thing. There are two dozen people at a time sitting to have their stuffed checked. Think of it as regular voting except when you got there they had to run a credit check for *each person* like you need financing.

It was easier finishing my PhD paperwork. Thankful for the kind people (nearly all black women) the shepherded the processes. But man if you are poor or disabled or whatever, good luck yo. That should have been easier. We finished tho. Text ends.

Image ID: Two Black people are standing beside a city street and smiling at the camera, a man and a woman. The man has close-cropped hair and a beard. He is wearing a black hoodie that says Southside and has a sticker on his chest with a peach on it. The woman has large tortoiseshell browline glasses and long twist locs. She has a light brown leather crossbody bag, and is wearing a salmon-colored windbreaker. She also has a peach sticker on her chest, which she is pointing to. Her hand has a wedding ring. End ID]

[x-byte-info]

BP 7: Letters in a Blog???

A letter for “Lay”

Hi! I’m from the future and basically the same person lang tayo! I want you to know who am I kasi I’m sure na you won’t listen to me if hindi mo ako kilala. I know na you’re not a fan of random letters since it triggers your super active curiosity. Anyway, I want you to know that this letter would not reveal anything about your future. I know you are curious about what will happen sayo after ilang years, but that is not my goal here. I am living perfectly now. Yes, I admit it is not perfect but I am living the life na I never thought would be this happy. Your dreams are good for sure but what is ahead of you is perfect and you should always trust the process. I hope that you get to enjoy everything now, similar to how I enjoyed it back then. 

Also, I am not sure when are you reading this but I want you to know na everything you are feeling is valid but you must not give in to those ideas you have. I am here because I never gave in before and I want you to do the same. Also, I know how much of a control freak you are but not everything is about making a plan. Trust me. Until now, 'm still working on how to be more spontaneous because I know how detrimental it was satin before yung pagiging control freak. I hope by the time you’re reading this, nakatulog ka ng at least 4 hours. I know you and I know na there are times wherein you only sleep 6 hours A WEEK. I just want you to know that it's fine to go with the flow sometimes; There's nothing wrong with that.

Enough with the warning. I feel like andami ko nang nasabi sayo about your future. I know na sobrang vague ng lahat ng sinabi ko earlier sa letter pero trust me, everything is under control and just do your thing. Me and the future us would handle everything for you. I won't spoil anything about the future because I want you to explore it like I did. Stay curious and I hope you're doing well!!

Things I currently want to hear

Since we can’t wait for people to tell us everything that we want to hear, we might as well give it to ourselves now, right? Anyway, hi self! I hope you are doing fine already by the time you’re reading this. I know how tough this semester is on your end, but this too shall pass. You have conquered at least 99% of your darkest days, and I know that you can still do it now. I know it’s hard to look for something to brighten up your mood by this time because I know that until now, you still don’t know how to manage your stress and how to cheer yourself up whenever you feel down. The only thing I can advise you now is to always look for things that can make you feel surreal. Again, this semester was tough, but I do want you to remember that this semester also brought you joy; a different type of joy. You were able to understand yourself more, through the help of the courses this semester. It was also your first time experiencing how to get up and figure out things on your own and also, with the help of the people around you. These people who helped you a lot were also people whom you knew deeper because of this semester. You got to get close to these people because of the varying schedule that this semester offered you.

To add, you were also able to come out of your own comfort zone and discover new things—and become more mature without even noticing it. Before, you find it hard looking for friends but now you have tons of friends inside and outside your department. You get to involve yourself with different organizations that your past self might not even think you can. Lastly, you were able to face your fear of being athletic due to health reasons-- this semester, you were able to take sports for your PE class and it didn’t stop there for you were able to rank second in your class without having to pay your classmate to alter your records like you used to do back in high school.

I am mentioning these because I want you to look for something that you can look forward to—things that can motivate you to keep going. Because despite the hardship you had this semester, you have the aforementioned memories that prove that there are still things that made you happy throughout the semester, and these are things that you might still improve in the following semesters. I’m looking forward to what you can still do, self. Good luck to us!

I hope this message in the bottle could reach you, Doc.

Basically, out of all these letters I have provided, the most realistic one would be this one for I can still read this letter after a few years after I publish it, unlike the other ones which my future self can’t make use of. However, I hope I get to remember this letter once a few years have passed and if you, yes, I’m pertaining to you, future self, somehow stumble upon this letter, then hello. I honestly don’t know what to say to you at the moment because I am still not sure right now about what I want to pursue in life. However, I am torn between getting a Ph.D. in Anthropology or becoming a child psychiatrist but both can still be called “doctor” so I assume I can call you that? Anyway, how’s life? I hope by this age we’ve already eliminated every bad habit we have that tortures us physically and mentally. Currently, I’m working on it and I think I am making progress. I hope by the time you’re reading this, I, and the future me before you, were able to fix everything that needed to be fixed for us to live a normal life. I also hope that by this time, we are already successful just like what we both dreamt of. Actually, I am not that sure of what success would be for us through the following years, but I hope your definition of success can bring you eternal happiness, just like what you deserve. I’m sorry if I cannot write that much for you because I honestly don’t know what to say or to ask you but I hope that you are proud of what I am doing and what I am about to do to reach you—the version of me that I aspire to become! I would never stop in order for us to reach our dreams! Bye, self, and I’m thankful that you were able to find me…your old self.

Word Count: 1165

References:

Cohen, A. (2020). How major life events impact our long-term wellbeing. BBC Work life. How major life events impact our long-term wellbeing - BBC Worklife

Janssen, A. (2020). Why overplanning is a trap and how to stop. Ashley Janssen consulting. Why Overplanning Is a Trap And How to Stop (ashleyjanssen.com)

[handelplayssims]

It’s the weekend and Gunther’s off work! For once, I can focus on his own wants and whims rather than doing work! Or important socializing. First want that Gunther has is to get a job promotion, related to his aspiration. Which, for the aspiration itself, isn’t really needed at this point. Still I can do Gunther’s daily task for extra points. Review Food or Drink or Write Column. Both are pretty tied together. Checking his hunger need and I guess it’s time for a breakfast out! And I have just the place.

The Sunny Side Up diner! Though I decided to nab one off of the gallery that had it’s interior renovated to a style I thought fitting.

It’s just one of those comfy casual up and coming breakfast spots! Just a nice place! Probably the restaurant I visit to the most out of all thanks to...well, breakfast. Breakfast good. And good for lunch as well.

...though I am suddenly realizing that Gunther could have gone to one of the Windenburg cafes for food or drink. Ah well!

OH GEEZ, raging werewolf! I’ve only had the Werewolves expansion pack for several weeks now so I haven’t really seen how this pack meshes in it’s werewolves with everything. I guess it’s the same as normal, Sims just appear but uh...watch out.

And it looks like we got ourselves a special button that allows us to review this restaurant. Nice! Waiter! Bring me your Americano and an Everything Bagel. That is your special for the day yes? Do not fail me. We ate and drink and...we didn’t seem to get any special moodlets or anything. Then again, if you finish a drink, you food eating gets de-queued so that might have something to do with it. All we got is the normal high taste quality thing from being a celebrity. Alas! Well, that is still enough that I can at least write in his column and feel fine about it.

Oh and this popped up. Thanks to having a negative moodlet while the background music of pop was blaring, this could happen. Do we lionize this negative experience and also gain a dislike of pop while we’re at it? I say...sure why not. He’s a hipster and he’s pretentious.

(Though it was the Carly Rae Jespin song everyone adores so HOW DARE!)

And so we return home, look up some art to inspire ourselves and then set to writing our column about how terrible the food is at the Sunny Side Up Diner. Would anyone be influenced? Probably not, it’s the only diner in town, after all.

So anyway, let’s bounce off of that and actually make progress in Gunther’s aspiration by working on those skills! And the most appealing one is working on the Gourmet Cooking. However, there is a thing.

This house has the Simple Living challenge from Cottage Living, in which we need to have all ingredients in order to cook food. It’s one of those that some simmers just slam on all of their played homes, as it adds to the realism and I personally do like it as well, but just bet on most kitchens having a stocked fridge. It feels fitting for intended chefs and perhaps other poor folks as well, to continually have to think about this.

Annnd look at that price for a stocked fridge! Whew! Those fancy ingredients I threw in really added up! A few moments of waiting and then, bam! Stocked fridge. Also ghosties popping up to cheer up our delivery person and Gunther. How nice! Perhaps I’ll make them a little something as well.

-sharpens knives- Let’s get a cooking!

A thing to also note is that, essentially thanks to Mila Munch, I decided this lot should have the Chef’s Kitchen lot trait as well. Since, well, she is that super chef that cooks! But it’s a nice thing that Gunther is carrying on that tradition from Mila.

And with one lobster tortellni, we rank up to 9! Nice nice nice. Though I thought we were level 7…

And we got such a nice buff that the hunger moodlet won’t go down for awhile thanks to Gunther not wanting to eat anything else thanks to that beautiful dish. Lovely! Pays to make your own fancy foods.

Gunther’s second want is to finish writing a book which...well okay we can write a book from scratch. Between a bout of poetry or writing a non-fiction book, I’d figure it’s time to write some more poetry. As this artist does! I even give it a unique title! “Upon the Winter’s Bale.” And thus do I set Gunther down to write for hours upon end. Riveting gameplay. You are a lot more lazer focused when it’s just one person and their desires in a household.

Ah hello there Guidry! In any haunted house, this dude will show up and hang out. He’s an extremely flirty guy but very helpful. I basically only keep him around if the vibes are right in the house. Aka no vengeful spirits! But Gunther’s not the true object of the ghosts ire so Guidry gets to stick around.

Anyway, the book quality was fantastic so I have Gunther submit it off to a literary digest, which gives him even more money than selling it normally. Which is good because technically, poetry is not the best selling books. But it soothes the artistic soul.

Also I think to actually ask upon Guidry for a NAP repeal signature. It isn’t his thing but well, he’s dead and will pop up anywhere so I can see why he’s not into local politics.

Anyway, I did ask about making the place less spooky and got the advice of actually getting a séance table. And so we shall!

Doing stuff on the séance table raises up the medium skill, which’ll help with all of these ghosties and specters around the place. Might change the chair though. It’s a bit extra for being out in this shed.

-googles: how does one make a house not haunted- Hmm. Not getting any good results here. Does a house ever get un-haunted? That is a thought.

Anyway, the offering of food didn’t work this time for the spectre. Well. Let’s see about a handcarving? Didnt’ like that either! Welp! Uh, hope things go better next time? To bed with us!

Neighborhood Watch!

Manuia Mete in the Mete household has died. Manuia had his last laugh.

Rory Oaklow in the Oaklow household left her job as a Locker Room Attendant in the Athlete career.

...hold the phone. She’s in my played households! I need to check something. ...oh snap. Both that household and Gunther’s didn’t have their Neighborhood stories adjusted to be off. Time to reset that! And there. All off. Guess I gotta be more aware about that.

[obeybeans]

Prompt: MC wears a short skirt...

And the brothers see a little more than they expected.

Side characters are in part 2 !

Lucifer

- he was trying not to make it obvious, but he was keeping a close eye on you anyway

- to make sure no one was ogling too overtly, of course

- it was simply protective. That's all.

- but when you lean over to reach something just out of reach on a lower shelf in the library, he gets a real eyeful

- His mask briefly slips to reveal shock and intrigue. It's a welcome view...

- but not where others could see it

- he comes up behind you and places a hand on your hip, startling you as you straighten up again, back against his chest

- 'MC, only I can see this much of you...' he protests, though he's hiding that he's feeling possessive and a little flustered as well as he can. He pretends he's looking at the shelf just above your head

- he can't fool you though - his grip on your hip tightens as a lower ranking demon passes by and stares at your legs

- he'll probably take you somewhere a little more private afterwards

- 'Don't tell me you're jealous, Lucifer?' you tease, and he scowls at you

- 'Yes, I am. But we both know you're mine -' 

- he slips his hand under your skirt

- '- don't we?'

Mammon

- you wore this skirt for him before and he loves it

- but you had worn it when it was just the two of you! This is totally different

- he's got his eyes on you as soon as you come downstairs for breakfast, glaring at his brothers when they stare at you a bit too long

- you're all his, after all. He was your first.

- but when you stand up at the table and lean over to reach the butter for your toast, your skirt slides up your thighs and Mammon sees Levi and Asmo 'covertly' craning their necks, so-

- he grabs you by the hips and yanks you down into his lap, making you yelp

- 'Mammon! What are you doing?' you complain, nearly having knocked something over as you were unceremoniously pulled down

- 'I could second that,' adds Lucifer, even though he knows damn well what's going on. He fixes Mammon with a look that is decidedly threatening - after all, the whole family is here right now

- Mammon just ignores the question, though, one hand on your hip keeping you in his lap with a strong grip

- 'Satan, pass the butter, would ya?'

- He'll probably try and make you change clothes after breakfast. For now he's got to focus on keeping it together with you wriggling on his lap and trying to escape as he butters your toast.

- 'Quit moving around so much and be a good human!'

- it's not like you really mind though, and he'd let you go if he could tell you were actually trying

- you put this skirt on for a reason, so...

Levi

- Levi had gotten better at splitting his time between you and his animes and games, but a new obsession had thrown off the balance

- an anime with a super cute leading lady had recently released and he had quickly become enamoured

- you didn't mind his crushes on fictional characters or celebrities or anything, and he respected your many crushes on them as well

- but seriously, he was spending so much time blogging about the anime, watching the anime, looking at fanart for the anime...

- so, you got a cosplay of the main character ordered to the House of Lamentation and put it on one day

- he didn't notice until dinner time when he finally came out of his room for the first time

- you'd visited him in his room but he had hardly even looked at you because the anime VAs were hosting a stream

- you'd been receiving compliments from the other brothers, especially Asmo (and Satan because the character had cat ears) all day. Now you just needed Levi to notice

- you barely paid Levi any attention over dinner, sour that he hadn't noticed earlier. Plus, it was enough to know he was staring at you with your shirt exposing a fair amount of skin and the skirt sinfully short to show the thigh high socks worn with it

- between being a little too interested in how you looked, and curious of how Levi was going to react, everyone was paying you a lot of attention

- Levi himself was going bright red and staring at you unabashedly, trying to catch your eye as you quietly ate your food with a little smirk on your face

- everyone else looking at you so much was making his jealousy really hard to handle

- only he should get to see you in this cosplay! He was the one who watched the anime, and you were his, too, right?!

- getting frustrated and more in his own head about it all, as soon as the plates were being cleared away he rounded the table. Asmo was asking you to come upstairs with him...

- no way. Levi latches onto your arm, suddenly in his demon form, tail swishing irritably behind him

- 'MC, can you come to my room? Now, please?'

- he's basically begging but he still sounds way more forceful than he usually would

- you're kind of into it

- you head up the stairs in front of him, and that's when he gets a view right up your skirt from a few steps down

- he's a blushing mess all over again, and has to force himself to drag you into his room before he does anything

- 'So I finally have your attention?' you ask, acting coy

- 'I'm sorry MC, but please don't let my brothers see you like this! Y-you're mine, okay?!'

- He'll probably be embarrassed about losing his cool later

Satan

- Obviously he had noticed what you were wearing

- he was enjoying it immensely in fact

- you looked so good in that skirt, he struggled to tear his eyes away

- Of course, he didn't expect this meant anything and he didn't want to make you uncomfortable by leering or something. You should be able to wear what you want, when you want...

- so long as you know he appreciates how you look and can expect to be stared at a bit

- He's trying to act normal about it though he's transfixed on your skirt, or more accurately, what's only just hiding beneath

- though he has been loitering a lot closer to you all day and, when you're not looking, sending withering glares at his brothers when they look at you (even if that makes him a hypocrite)

- he's managed to keep his cool so far, though

- you two are relaxing that evening shortly after dinner in his room. He's just finished a book as you put your now-finished homework in your bag for tomorrow

- 'MC, could you pass me that book there?'

- you follow his gaze and pointing hand to a book on the floor and ascertain you're looking at the right one

- but you're feel like being a bit of a tease, so you turn and lean down slowly to pick it up off his floor

- the way his breath hitches is audible as you bend at the hip rather than the knee, showing him exactly what he's been daydreaming about

- Instead of acknowledging what you've done, you straighten up quickly and take the book to him with an innocent look

- you're not surprised when he tosses the book aside and pulls you straight into his lap instead so that you're straddling his thighs

- he'd rather open something other than a book up this time

Asmo

- even if you're not much of a party person, you can't completely avoid going out with Asmo now and again

- This time, you let him choose your outfit for you. He picked out several options and combinations because he wanted you to surprise him on the night of the party

- One option had been pretty risque, he had never seen you wear anything as revealing before, and he kind of wondered if you'd indulge him... But he didn't really think you'd choose it tonight

- it was more of a pipe dream

- So when he comes by your room when you text him that you're ready (he did your hair and makeup earlier, of course), his jaw near enough hits the floor

- the tight leather-look skirt clings to you in all the right places, and he feels himself heating up right away (though he's always finding himself hot and bothered, especially around you)

- "MC, you look amazing!' he croons, standing beside you as you both look into the mirror. You make a delectable pair

- you're glad he likes it so much. You're a little nervous about wearing it, but he always boosts your confidence

- you sit down on your desk chair as you pull on your boots, and as he leans down to pick up your purse for you from where it's tossed on the floor, he happens to look up at you...

- He drops your purse immediately and comes straight to you, taking a hold of the leg you raised to pull your shoe on and running his hands over your stockings

- 'MC... Are you trying to tempt me into staying in tonight?' he asks, licking his lips. You stare up at him with a blush blossoming on your face, only just catching on to why he's suddenly so riled up

- You still end up going out, because he wants to flaunt how good you both look to everyone

- but only once he's done with you so you look a little more unkempt and smell a lot more like him

- he likes when others stare because no one else can have you

- If you end up making out in a barely-private place with his hand sneaking up your skirt again, that's no one else's business

Beel

- Beel likes looking at you no matter what you wear. He knows how you look with and without clothes on, and can visualise that whenever he likes even if you're wearing his sweatpants and t-shirts

- actually, he especially likes it when you wear those

- however... He definitely likes this too

- he's been tagging along after you for the whole day as usual, your faithful guard

- he doesn't let how gorgeous you look completely distract him from sending intimidating stares at the demons that look at you hungrily

- he's the only one allowed to get a taste of you, obviously

- that evening, he's doing some floor exercises. He's finished his push ups (200 of them, somehow) and now he's doing sit ups

- reclined on the ground before another set, he gets a full view as you step over him to reach your thermos of tea - you've been sitting to the side doing your homework while he works out, giving him frequent encouragements and definitely not ogling his muscles

- before you can reach the thermos, he has his arms wrapped around your calves, halting your movement as you stand over him with your feet either side of his waist

- you look down at him in question and turn bright red when you realise what he's looking at

- is he starting to drool?

- you reach down to the hem of your skirt in embarrassment before he makes eye contact with you again

- 'MC... I'm hungry.'

Belphegor

- Despite being the Avatar of Sloth, Belphie is often awake at weird times of night

- this time, he woke up after having a very interesting dream about you...

- more specifically, about what you were wearing that day

- He had been late for breakfast, so you were the only one that had waited for him despite his brothers protesting you would be late

- he'd picked at some food for a few minutes, more occupied with your skirt

- It made him...

- jealous? Uncomfortable that other people would get to see the lovely shape of your legs so much? Maybe just curious about why you had chosen today of all days to wear it, as he didn't think he had ever seen it before

- he wanted to pull you into bed with him then and there to keep you from going out where others could steal glances at you

- but he wouldn't be that petty... This time

- he had been insistent on following you around all day, unusually determined

- he didn't miss a single class for once

- he even came with you to the library after classes were over when he would usually go home to nap

- but your studious nature just wouldn't let up, and you had Satan with you anyway to keep an eye on you as you came home, so he went back to the House of Lamentation to sleep

- if he trusted any of his brothers not to do anything weird, that would be Beel first, and then Satan. Maybe Levi after that.

- he was pretty sure he had heard you get home just after he woke up, leading him to check the time...

- after midnight. He knew there were exams coming up, but this was excessive. And sometimes you still did homework and revision once you got home...

- so he decided to come to you and make sure you got some rest

- what he didn't expect was to walk into your room and find you lounging on the bed on your D.D.D with your legs splayed out a little over the sheets

- he raised his eyebrows as you looked up at him with a tired smile and said hello, seemingly none the wiser to what you were showing him

- it wasn't unusual for Belphie to crawl into your bed, but this time he was crawling up to you between your legs

- 'You deserve something nice after working for so long.'

[pacificwaternymph]

Mmm… thinking of the super AU. We know the process and stuff for things with superheroes who died in conflict, but what about supervillains? Do they get the same or at least some level of respect? Like not removing the mask? Or do their bodies just get swept away and discarded all because they were villains? What of the villains’ living relatives or allies or companions?? If the villains are unmasked, do the heroes go after whatever living relatives they have? How are villain deaths treated differently than hero ones?

Also, I’m guessing that whatever the villains do or have, they all either make it themselves or commission a very trusted individual. So their stuff may not be as of, ah, high quality as heroes? Cause a villain can’t go commissioning a costume or costume repair without people flipping out. Plus, villains’ stuff is coming from their own funds, heroes are able to have support from public donations. You mentioned both Scott and Lizzie having glamours, is there a difference in quality of them? Does Scott ever, like, wack someone with his wings that are hidden by glamor?

So obviously, supervillains aren't anywhere near the celebrated figures heroes are. And as such, on the rare occasion that supervillains actually die, they don't get any sort of memorial service. They aren't exactly mourned. But believe it or not, there are still some protections for them.

You are not allowed to remove the mask of a supervillain unless you're a hero or a high ranking law enforcement officer. This is to protect the friends and family of a supervillain's civilian identity and prevent them from excessive harassment, since a lot of times, they had no idea of their loved one's identity.

When a villain dies, they are unmasked by heroes and law enforcement, but their identities are not made public. Heroes conduct investigations on all the villain's close associates, friends, and family, in order to determine if any of them were aware of the villain's alter ego and, if they were, how involved they were in their schemes. None of this is disclosed to the public for the sake of the privacy of the family and friends of the villain, and it's all conducted very quietly.

Some of those who were not previously aware of the villain's identity, who are deemed important enough to the villain, are notified of it. This usually includes family, but occasionally close friends as well. The villain's equipment and weapons are confiscated and put somewhere secure, but anything deemed harmless are given back to the family for them to decide what to do with.

And you would be right. There are a few suppliers in the villain "community" that are well known throughout the underground for being willing to make anything, no questions asked, for the right price. They're not even limited to villains either, some vigilantes and even a more morally dubious hero or two have gone to them as well.

But, if you're unable to pay, then yeah, you're on your own for making weapons and armor and stuff like that.

The glamors are more a magic item than a technological item, however, so as long as you have a well trained magician on your side, your glamor should be fine. The Alliance has Gem and Scott + the Champions of Exor have Sausage, who are both talented, so their glamors are pretty much on the same level.

Before that, Xornoth paid top dollar for high quality glamors to make sure Scott and their identities weren't given away by their wings.

Scott's glamor doesn't just hide his wings, they turn them into a tattoo on his back. But in the early stages, back when Sausage wasn't as skilled and his glamoring skills were limited to just cloaking things in invisibility, Scott did have to be very careful not to whack anyone in the face with invisible wings.

[tozettastone]

*peeks* How do you think the Akatsuki would be as rommates?

Terrible. I ranked them for you, Anon, in order from worst to best. Here you go, I hope this helps you choose who to live with:

10. As just "that weird guy you know," Zetsu is... well, he's here! But as a room-mate, Zetsu has limited understanding of your social expectations, no money, and the ability—and willingness—to stare at you from within the walls. He's not very predictable, and he can be by turns violent and friendly. Living with Zetsu is the fast track to developing a mental disorder.

9. Deidara is actually pretty cool to hang out with, but he's a small-doses guy, even for the most avid extrovert. He can only go so long before he is compelled to commit a war crime, you see. It's important to his artistic vision. A shared housing situation is, and I must stress this in the strongest possible terms, no place for war crimes. A walking red flag. Literally just go sleep in the park, you'll be safer.

8. Hidan disdains currency—including what you're owed, of course—and makes deeply unhygienic messes that probably used to be people. He wanders off mid-conversation to go do a murder. He tries to explain god to you at every possible opportunity, and if you act at all dismissive it will be tantamount to taking your life into your hands. But perhaps the worst thing about Hidan is that, if you stick it out long enough, he actually begins to make sense.

7. It is tiring to live with Tobi. And by "with" I mean "next to", because this certainly is not a cooperative arrangement. He is exhausting and he makes it extremely obvious that this is on purpose. You will know within a week whether or not you can tolerate him, but it's unlikely.

6. Kakuzu is this high on this list because he is extraordinarily dangerous to people around him, being an ambulatory repository of rage and prone to violent outbursts. However, he's also this high on this list because he's pretty clear about his expectations. Living with Kakuzu is high stakes, deeply stressful, extremely dangerous and also perfectly predictable. Also if you're late paying anything at all he absolutely will kill and replace you.

5. Itachi doesn't think he's better than you as a matter of performance. He's not doing it to annoy you. He simply knows, like he knows the heat of the sun or the next beat of his own heart, that he's better than you are. He's probably right. It's not your fault. It's not even his fault. But it underpins your every interaction, and does make him absolutely fucking intolerable. Also, he sets the fire alarm off when he makes toast and he straight-up can't see dirt. He won't kill you though. Not even by accident. (But... you wanna hope he does not get attached.)

4. Nagato is very, very sick and also very, very dangerous. It's hard to tell if he needs help, and if you offer he might genuinely just maim you. Oh, he can bring you back? From the dead? Is that supposed to be reassuring? Because it's not. But if you go ahead and ignore him—all of him, and all of his dead bodies with all their their hair dyed identically to Yahiko's, of course, which is, just, super normal—he's generally so preoccupied with his own problems that he won't bother you too much. It's deeply unsettling to have to live with the corpses though.

3. Konan is an extremely quiet room-mate but it is almost impossible to avoid the palpable sense that she is judging you and finding you wanting. You will never know what invisible standard you're failing to meet. She isn't obstructive. But you're going to need a thicker skin. She does just have an endless supply of paper mulch though, so if you like gardening you could stand to benefit, I suppose. (It's "organic" but it's sure not cruelty free.)

2. Kisame is pretty easy going, as room-mates go, and he is certainly high on this list! The man's old enough that he knows how to take care of himself. He has a routine. He's not high strung, he's not particularly prone to sudden violent escalation. He'll talk to you. He's not the best housekeeper, but he's not the worst and he mostly cleans up his own messes. He's not likely to become close with anyone—he's kind of damaged—but he has the twin rare traits of an overall friendly disposition and an even temper. You might have to brush up on your knowledge of shark reproductive facts.

1. If you live with Sasori, it is frankly hard to tell. He doesn't eat. He doesn't bathe. He doesn't sleep. He makes nearly no noise. He has his own business, which he conducts without reference to you or anyone even connected to you, and he's organised enough that his rent goes in on time. The smell of cadaver preservatives is a little hard to adapt to, but mostly it's like living alone in a house with a weird room you just don't go into. Also, if you're cute he may murder you and turn you into a forever-cute puppet friend, which can only be viewed as a bonus.

[myherowritings]

PART 4. HOW THE RICH SUCK THEIR OWN DICKS

SUMMARY. Todoroki Shouto was a wealthy, young CEO who inherited his father’s enterprise. You were a barista at a local cafe who wouldn’t mind some extra cash. One day, Shouto came in during an early morning shift and tipped you such a large sum of money, you were certain it had to have been an accident. To your surprise and complete pleasure: It was not.

PAIRING. ceo!todoroki shouto x barista!reader

WORD COUNT. 2.9k

GENRE. ceo/barista au, fluff, eventual smut

WARNINGS. enji makes an appearance bleh, enji being classist, enji...ew, okay i swear most of the chapter is shouto and y/n being cute though 

A/N. ngl i have genshin brainrot real bad at the moment but i still have motivation for ceo!shouto and ceo!shouto only u.u there are only 7 parts to this series so we’re at the halfway mark already AHHH i hope u enjoy reading and lmk what u think!! :3 xx sof

SERIES MASTERLIST

© myherowritings — all rights reserved. reposting, modifying, copying, or translating of any kind is not allowed. do not read my writing as asmr. do not plagiarize.

Shouto’s day went from good to bad faster than it took to pull an espresso. 

It started off with a good morning text from you and having a brief, but pleasant, interaction at your work. Actually, the past few weeks have been going along a similar routine that he found himself settling into all too comfortably. You even upheld your promise of stealing him away one weekend to walk around the park, get food, and just have time to relax and be happy for once. 

Getting to be in your presence almost daily became so normalized in his life that even some of his employees heard about the cute barista with the best pastries. Yet, although he saw you often, he found himself wanting to talk to you more and more.

But for now, Shouto told himself to settle with starting the mornings off with you. They were the best mornings he’s had in a while and he didn’t want to sound ungrateful. 

Today, however, went sour fast after he heard his father was coming up to the top floor for a meeting with him. He didn’t find the idea of Enji visiting to be the most abhorrent thing, but the moment his father opened his mouth, Shouto quickly took that back. 

As expected, his father reminded him about the annual charity gala Todoroki Enterprises was expected to attend. Handfuls of galas ran through the year, but the once hosted by Naruhata Industries under the guise of raising money and awareness for the charities of choice.

In theory, a charity gala ball sounded humanitarian and a way for the upper class to give back, but in reality, most of the funds collected didn’t go to the actual charities, instead they went to paying for the venue, live bands, entertainment, the most expensive catering, decorations, and more. What presented itself as a charitable event in the eyes of the public was really a way rich people could flaunt their wealth and feel good about themselves for doing absolutely nothing to benefit society. A way for the rich to suck their own dicks, if you would. 

Shouto absolutely hated it. 

It was also a press opportunity and, in his father’s eyes, a way to gain public favor for the Todoroki business. Today, Enji attempted to tell him that bringing a date that fit the mold of high society was the best way for him to establish rapport through media coverage. Apparently, the image news outlets have placed on Shouto were either a heartbreaker and playboy with no care for other’s emotions, or a monotonous stoic who seemed like a robot with no care for other’s emotions.

In either cases, there seemed to be a theme of Shouto not caring for others. 

He sighed. 

“You can’t keep that image, Shouto,” said Enji with his arms folded across his chest. “If the media sees you with someone—a nice girl with a good upbringing—then your likeability will increase tenfold. If there’s no one you like, I’ll have to set up a date for you.”

For a while, he was torn between telling his dad to fuck off and trying to do as he said to keep peace within the family. But then, an image of you popped into his head.

“Actually, there is someone I like.” 

Enji narrowed his eyes. “Oh? An educated girl with wealthy parents?”

“There’s someone I like,” he simply repeated, the tone in his voice growing cold. 

He didn’t know anything about your upbringing or family nor did he exactly care. Shouto didn’t want to bring a date to the dumb gala, but if he had to, he would want it to be you. Only if you agreed, of course. But if you weren’t willing, then he had to face the facts that his father would most likely force a date of his own choosing upon Shouto. 

“That’s good you like someone, son,” Enji said through his teeth, “but we have to make sure it’s not some sort of...loose woman. That’d be even worse publicity—”

“I like someone and if you really cared about my happiness like you said you did, that’d be enough.”

There was a tense silence in the air. Shouto didn’t have enough fingers to count the number of times Enji had told him and his siblings that he would try to be a better dad. A caring dad who only wanted what was best for his children. A better husband for Rei. A better example for the public. The first few times, Shouto believed it. But Enji said the same things over and over again with no lasting change and Shouto was just fed up. 

After hearing the same lie told to him over and over again, it seemed to lose its weight. He seemed to lose his hope in his father ever changing.

Still, Shouto had to deal with him for as long as he lived. That much he knew as a son living in this society. 

But he hoped Enji at least had enough guilt to let him have this.

“Fine.”

Shouto blinked in surprise. 

Enji stated, “If you think your date can help your public image and not be a complete embarrassment to the business, you can bring them.”

That was the closest thing to approval Shouto would get today. He nodded and listened along to whatever else his father had to say, the only thing actually on his mind was thinking about how he would ask you out on a date to some stuffy gala. And hope that you’d say yes.

— ✩ —

“Wait, so, let me get this straight— You’re the CEO of Todoroki Enterprises and even after almost two months of knowing you, I had no clue?”

He inclined his head, looking solemn. “Yes, I’m sorry. Are you upset with me for not telling you sooner?” 

Initial shock aside, you couldn’t say that you were too surprised at the revelation. You knew Shouto was wealthy and probably in some high-up position in the business industry, but you never knew to what extent. A CEO? That had to be the highest rank in a company! And a company as well known as Todoroki Enterprises? 

The thought made you a little nervous. The guy you slowly befriended over the course of short cafe visits and silly texts was Mr. Todoroki? Or worse— The guy you stole away from doing work for a whole weekend was someone as busy as a CEO? You internally groaned. That had to be against laws of the universe or something. 

“I’m not upset, no,” you said with a shake of your head. “I just...can’t believe it I guess.” Eyes widening, you were quick to amend your words. “Well, I can believe it. You seem very intelligent and well-put together and, uh, rich! But I guess I just didn’t think a CEO would be so funny and kind.” You winced. “Oh no, is that mean to say?”

“I don’t think it’s mean.” He shrugged. “You’re right to say most people in this field aren’t known for their delightful temperaments.” 

You absentmindedly drummed your finger against your thigh, trying to process this new information. “So you’re Todoroki Shouto...and you want me to be your date to the Naruhata Charity Ball?” 

“Yeah. I know it’s a huge favor to ask, and I promise you can say no if you choose,” said Shouto in earnest. “I don’t want you to feel obligated to agree.” 

With a hum, you stretched your legs out under the table before crossing one over the other again. It was a Saturday afternoon where you had no work and Shouto managed to escape from his for a few hours of the day. You took him to your favorite ice cream place nearby and the two of you ate at a dining area outside the establishment. 

Just a mundane day as two friends hanging out with each other where you found out one of those friends was the chief executive officer of a billion dollar business headquartered in Japan. 

Totally normal, everyday occurrences, obviously. 

“And you need a date for this event?” you asked. In all honesty, you would be more than happy if Shouto asked you out on a date. He was fun and you enjoyed getting to know him. But these particular circumstances made you a tad bit more nervous.

“I normally wouldn’t need to bring one, but my father insists it’d help my public image and in turn the image of the company.” With a pinched look on his face, he took a bite of his ice cream. “In other words I bring a date or he picks one for me.” 

You weren’t the most caught up on super rich people drama, but it was almost infamous how estranged the Todoroki family was. Again, you didn’t know much but you did know enough to say that Todoroki Enji seemed like a Class A asshole. If you could help Shouto out with his weird dilemma, you saw no reason not to. 

“So this charita gala is like where they have those live auctions and silent auctions and get tipsy on fancy wine and champagne for hours right?”

He tilted his head to the side. “Yeah. Have you attended one?” 

“Not quite,” you said with a sheepish smile. “I’ve volunteered at one in school though. As one of those runners? It was fun. I got a bunch of those tiny complimentary candies!” Your mouth watered at the memory. “What kind of drug were in those candies? I’ve never had candy so good before!”

“The tiny, circular candies with the excessively big wrapper? The fruity ones?”

You shot up in your seat, excited he knew what you were talking about. “Yes! That’s the one!” 

The corners of his mouth quirked upwards. “I always see those at these types of events.”

“So… The candy will be there at the gala you want me to accompany you to?” 

“Most likely.”

“Can I take a bunch of those from candies there…?” you asked with an optimistic grin.

“I’ll be your accomplice in sneaking them out.”

“It’s a date!” you said before Shouto could get another word out. 

You’d be reunited with those yummy, fancy candies you’ve been separated from for far too long. What other reason did you need to agree? 

With a determined look on your face, you held your hand out for Shouto to shake to seal the deal. 

He blinked. “Wait. Did you want to discuss it some more? Maybe have a few days to think it through? I’m grateful, of course, but I don’t want you regretting anything.”

“No. I won’t regret it. I’d do anything to taste those candies again.”

Shouto looked unsure what to say. “Isn’t there some parable warning people not to be bribed by candy?”

“Not to take candy from a baby?”

“No. Not that one.”

“That’s the only one I know.”

“Never mind then.” 

The two of you exchanged confused looks before letting out fits of laughter. You weren’t sure if either of you knew exactly what the other was laughing at, but the moment was an enjoyable one nonetheless. 

“Yet another reason to bring me to that fancy event— I’ll make sure you’re entertained all the way through,” you playfully bragged, smoothing down the front of your shirt. 

“The event will definitely be more bearable with you there.” He licked a small bit of his ice cream from his pink spoon, making a sound of approval. “But you can change your mind about coming at any time, Y/N.”

“I won’t,” you said, holding a pinky out. “Pinky promise.”

With what seemed like a bashful expression on his face, Shouto extended his own pinky to interlock yours. You sealed it with a kiss and a heart, like you were a kid again. 

“Now, am I supposed to be in love with you at the gala?” you asked nonchalantly, finishing off your last bite of ice cream. He offered you a spoonful of his and you tried not to grow too flustered at Shouto feeding you his dessert. You murmured a quiet, “Thanks.”

He gave you a small smile. “You’re welcome. As for being in love… I don’t think that’s necessary. Just pretend you like being around me, I think.”

Under the table, you nudged his shoe with yours, pulling a face. “I don’t have to pretend about that, silly.” 

“Ah, well,” he paused, offering you another spoonful of ice cream, “I don’t either.”

“I’m glad.” Then, “Is this strawberry? I was never a big strawberry ice cream fan but for some reason this tastes so good.” 

You ignored the nagging voice in your head that said maybe it wasn’t so much the ice cream flavor but who you were enjoying it with. 

The two of you finished his dessert in peace and after cleaning up the area with a napkin, Shouto turned to you with an intent look on his face.

“Before the gala, would you mind if I talk you shopping so you could pick out what to wear?” he asked. “I would pay of course— It’s the least I could do to say thank you.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to thank me! You’re my friend and I want to help.” You thought about it for a moment. “And get the candy.”

“Anything for the candy.”

“Exactly,” you said in complete seriousness. “But I wouldn’t mind going shopping with you. You could help me decide what to wear! I’m not exactly sure how to dress for an event as fancy as this.”

“You could wear anything to the event and still look amazing.” His words were ones of flattery but his tone sounded completely genuine. 

Heat rose to your cheeks at the compliment. “Look who’s talking— You’re practically runway ready no matter what time of day.”

“I’ve never walked a runway before.”

You stifled a laugh at his literal interpretation of your words. Cute. “Me neither.”

He looked confused at why you were grinning, but it still brought a smile to his own lips.

By now the sun had begun to set and Shouto was walking you to the train to see you off before you went home.

“Can I pick you up next weekend in the morning?” he said. “So we can get your outfit for the gala?”

“Sure! I’ll text you my address.” 

He nodded in contentment. “And again, you don’t have to worry about any costs.”

“Is this why my friends have called you a sugar daddy?” you teased, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked down the street, side-by-side. “But thank you. Shopping will be fun— We can even match colors!” 

“Mn.” He looked between the both of you, as if trying to picture what colors would complement each other. 

You crossed the sidewalk in a comfortable silence, enjoying the scenery by Shouto’s side. A few times, you even felt his knuckles brush against yours and you had the undeniable urge to hold his hand. Would that be weird? you asked yourself before deciding against it. 

Just because he asked you to be his date for the Naruhata Charity Ball didn’t mean he actually liked you, right? It was just a favor from a friend to a friend.

Something about that though made your stomach unsettled. Maybe part of you wanted it to be a real date— Wanted this to be a real date. 

“So I won’t be seeing you tomorrow,” you said after a moment’s silence, trying not to look too dejected. 

You knew he’d still text good morning and good night and ask you random things throughout the day (all of which you found really endearing, by the way), but it was still different from seeing him in person. Even though your time together in the morning was small, they still were enough to make your day. The thought of your waking hours being so entwined made you nervous, but for some reason it didn’t bother you as much as you thought it would. In fact, it was sort of...nice. 

“I’ll see you Monday morning, right?” you asked hopefully, though you were already fairly certain of the answer.

Shouto nodded. “Of course. It’s already marked on my calendar.”

“Ever the flatterer, hmm?” 

“Not flattery, just the truth.” He pulled his phone out and showed you his (rather packed) calendar app. To your surprise, a little reminder that said ‘See Y/N :)’ was marked on his Monday schedule. 

Unable to stop the beam from spreading across your lips, you hid your face in your hands. Gosh— Did he have to be so cute? He was making it harder and harder to only like him as a friend. And even now, you weren’t sure if you liked him only as a friend.

But you pushed those thoughts away.

That was something to deal with at a later time.

When you reached the train station you normally took home, you turned to Shouto, giving him a big hug. He was tall and warm. You could feel his lean muscles through his button-down shirt as you rested your head against his chest and arms around his waist. 

“Thanks for today,” you mumbled. “I’ll see you again soon.”

After a pause, he gave you a hug back, hands rubbing hesitant circles on your back in a way that made you smile. “Text me when you get home safe,” he said as you both reluctantly released each other from an embrace.

“I will,” you promised. “You do the same! Later, Shouto!” 

And with that, you waved goodbye and boarded the train, unable to shake the unwavering grin on your face all the way home.

a/n: when shouto started feeding y/n spoonfuls of his ice cream i cried (Ｔ▽Ｔ) that’s so cUTE OF HIM LIKE PLS SIR STOP BEFORE I FALL MORE IN LOVE WITH U !! >:O he’s such a sweetheart ahhhh,, i hope all the fluff made up for the brief appearance of endeavor ಠ╭╮ಠ  FHDJKF 

what to expect in the next part:

shopping for the gala time !! 

y/n struggles with their fEeLiNGs~ part 2

oh my, y/n has to try on dresses? oh my, it’d be a shame if they needed help putting it on :o *fake gasp* 

yeah things get just a lil steamy but shh

[macro-collections]

You knew it was too good to be true when the frat guys of Alpha Kappa Omega invited you to their house for a “party.” You were definitely a likable and more or less popular guy on campus, but rarely were invited to the exclusive parties by AΚΩ.

When you arrived, the guys were all in their comfortable clothes getting a head start on the drinking games - your typical frat games like pong, flip cup, etc. Most of the guys wore sweatpants, t-shirts, sweatshirts, and a variety of sneakers ranging from well worn athletic type to much more maintained fashionable ones. Not exactly “party” clothes. You also found it strange that there seemed to be nobody from outside the frat there, but figured maybe you were just early. As you shyly walked deeper into the unfamiliar frat house, you get the strange sensation like eyes are locking on you as you pass, only to quickly look away before you can notice. As you examine the room, nothing seems strange. Just a bunch of super attractive college frat guys playing drinking games while consuming an exorbitant amount of cheap beer.

Suddenly, you feel a firm hand on your shoulder. You turn around to see Ryan, the guy who invited you here. His eyes were only partially open, a little bloodshot, and he had trouble standing, but somehow he still had a handsome look about him. He clearly already was several beers and a few hits on a joint in. “Duuuuuude, you made it,” Ryan says in a borderline obnoxious tone. “Yo, guys check it out - look whose here!” One by one the guys leave their respective games and start to make their way surrounding me. They all take their turns casually saying hi. The dull music in the background is upstaged by half-hearted “yo’s” and “sup’s.” As the not-so-genuine greetings go on, it seems the guys share glances with each other - almost like they were smirking to each other?

“Here you go bud - drink up!” Caleb, one of the other guys, says as he hands me a red cup full of beer. “Uh, thanks” I say somewhat weirded out by the whole situation. This is all new to me, so I figured what the heck, drink up and get the party going. Wanting to impress you new friends,  you decided to chug the full glass and crunch the cup in your hand. The guys look stunned and shocked as you do this. Their jaws dropped, they looked around at each other and began mumbling things to one another. You wanted a reaction from them, but this seemed to be a bit of an overreaction for just chugging one beer to be honest. Before you could think much more, your stomach feels a sharp stabbing pain and you keel over. You feel like you are going to be sick. Your body gets tingly all over, the same feeling when your leg falls asleep but everywhere. Your vision gets wobbly and dark. There is a ringing in your ear and then suddenly - black.

When you open your eyes, thankfully the pain and tingling is gone. Your vision has returned to normal, except you feel like you may be confused because you can’t make sense of what you are seeing. You see these massive multi-colored things roughly the size of cars moving around you. Stranger still, is that these “cars” have these long narrow things rising above them. If you were being honest, it looked like legs leading down to a sneaker but at that size? It just makes no sense.

“Woah! Dude, look - he’s so tiny! He’s, like, as small as a bug!” You heard one of the guys say, only it was impossibly loud and was seemingly coming from far above you. Then suddenly it all hit you - the tingling, the darkness, the “cars”with things rising out of them. Though it still didn’t make sense, you figured out what had happened - somehow you had shrunk to about 2 inches tall! Those “cars” WERE sneakers - the sneakers of the frat guys of ΑΚΩ! You begin to panic and want to run, but you look up and you see them all - all 10 of them - have you surrounded and are looking down at you. You’re going nowhere.

You hear the guys talking with each other. “Dude how is he so small? I thought this was just a simple prank where we make him just, like, chest height for a while so we could tease him a little. This is way more than that!” Ryan says. “Well I thought he was only going to take a sip! I didn’t expect him to chug the whole damn thing, bro!” Caleb retorts. The guys seem to be a bit concerned. “Let’s change him back and forget the whole thing” one says. “No way! He knows too much now - besides, he is too small to take the reverse pill now anyway!” Another replies. “Shit” Caleb says, noticeably frustrated.

“Guys, guys, guuuys. Chill, bros.” Ryan chimes in with his high-as-a-kite carefree tone. “You’re looking at this all wrong. See, you are seeing this as a bad thing. Where as I, see this as an opportunity. A f*cking awesome one. Dudes, we have our own tiny pet!” The guys all pause a moment, look down at you, and the mood in the room changes instantly. “Yooooooooo that’s sick!” One of the guys relies as the other join in on the excitement of the newfound situation. You can’t believe what you are hearing. PET?

“Ok, ok, ok, but who gets to keep him?” Caleb asks. “I mean, we all want him right?” The others nod. “Alright so I say we play a game of Kings to see who wins him. We will keep the lil’ dude in the middle of the table and whoever wins, gets to keep him. Deal?” The others agree, and suddenly Caleb’s massive hand is engulfing you and carrying you to the table.

The game starts and the guys all take their turns obeying the various rules and taking their respective turns drinking as the game dictates. You see guys staring at you at various points of the game. At one point, when the others weren’t paying attention, one of the guys, Austin, slowly reached his massive hand out and grabs you. His palms are soft, slightly moist, and his finger nails were well-trimmed and clean. His fist closes around you. He slowly pulls you down from the table, and holds you a moment on his lap. Then, acting as if he had an itch, he lowers you down to his grey high-top old skool Vans and slips you into the sneaker, pressed up against his black dri-fit socks and the interior fabric of the sneaker. Austin wore these sneakers all day and every day, so they had definitely been worn in. That was very obvious to you based on the smell, moisture, and heat inside of the sneaker. You could barely breathe, and even when you could, it was filled with the 20 year old frat guys foot stench.

The guys go about their game, almost forgetting for a while the whole reason they started playing in the first place. They clearly have not noticed that you are no longer on the table. In Austin’s sneaker, you manage to position yourself through your squirming to near one of the lace holes. You are able to use that to hoist yourself up and out of the sneaker. Finally, fresh air. Your joy is short lived however as a slight shift in Austin’s foot causes you to go tumbling on the floor under the table. You hear the commotion of the game above you, and you look around to see 10 pairs of sneakered feet. Nike Air Max. Jordan’s. New Balance 574s. Nike running shoes. Black low-top old skool vans. So many sneaker variety’s, all in various stages of wear. As the guys play their game, you had some near-miss encounters with the unaware giant's sneakers. In one instance, you're able to jump out of the way just in time before the dirty sole of a Nike nearly crushed you. Finally, the guys notice you’re missing. “Yo, where is the little dude?” One asks. “Shit, where is he?” You see the sneakers all spring into action as the drunk frat guys begin searching for you. All except for Austin who thinks you are safely in his sneaker. Finally, one of the guys peers under the table, locks eyes on you, and smirks. “Yooooo there you are little man!” He says. "What you doing down there? That’s a dangerous place for you, bro. Besides, you don’t want to be near our nasty fee-“ he catches himself before he can finish. He gets up and you hear whispering from the guys. Then, laughter, followed by a “let’s do it.”

The guys all return to their seats, but one by one they kick off their sneakers revealing their socked feet. Black dri fit, white dri-fit, low socks, high socks, clean socks, dirty socks, each guy had a different sock and different condition from the last. Once all of the guys had their shoes removed, they began to bring them in towards you. You found yourself in the center as these massive college socked feet close in. The heat, moisture, and smell begins to hit you. Suddenly, you have 10 pairs of feet each rubbing over you. You are passed around from foot to foot, rolled and pressed into each socked sole. The guys laugh as they feel you under their rank feet, and they just go about their game. This goes on for quite a while, and the guys get increasingly more drunk. Finally, the feet retract. You think they are finally done tormenting you, but you see that it is about to get worse. The socks are all coming off. Some use their toes to get them off while other reach down and peel them off with their fingers. Eventually, all 10 sets of bare feet are ready, and similar to before begin to close in around you. For a group of college guys, their feet are well maintained. Toe nails are mostly clean and trimmed, the hair on their feet is just the right amount, and their soles are smooth and soft with hardly any callouses. Though the smell and sweat is a different story. Also like before, the guys take their turns rolling you around under their bare soles, forcing your head between their sweaty toes, and adding just enough pressure to knock the wind out of you and maybe even crack a few bones. This goes on for about 30 minutes as the guys continue their game until you feel a set of toes curl around you, and slowly drag you out from the pile towards the frat dude that the toes belong to.

When you get to the bottom of the chair, you look up and see that you are at the feet of Blake, the frat President and arguably the most attractive and most popular guy on campus. Blake has short black hair, deep, warm brown eyes, and a chiseled jawline. He reaches down, picks you up and dangles you between his thumb and fore finger. You are above the table again. “Hey bro-ooos” Blake says in a teasing tone to his frat brothers. “Lookie what I’ve got.” Blake continues with a handsome smile, revealing his perfect white teeth. The others look towards Blake and begin to protest with a sporadic “hey!” or “dude, come on!” Some even reach out to try and grab me, but Blake just pulls me further away from them and laughs. As some get up to try and make their way towards him, Blake lifts you up above his head and sticks out his tongue. “Ah, ah, ah, - don’t come another step closer or else.” The guys pause for a moment and look at each other.

After a brief pause, a voice breaks the silence. “Do it.” Caleb is smirking as he challenged Blake. “He’s bluffing. He doesn’t have the guts.” Caleb says condescendingly. “Oh I don’t, don’t I?” Blake replies. With that, Blake lowers you and places you face first onto his extended tongue. The surface was soft, warm, moist, and smooth. You scream as Blake rolls his tongue back into his mouth, past the row of his perfect white teeth, and closes his lips sealing you in. He begins to taste you, rolling you around and sucking on you like a candy. To the guys outside, they can hear the sucking, slurping and smacking sounds as Blake tastes you. They see a lump appear in one cheek, and then the other. “Still think I won’t do it?” Blake manages to ask, with you in his mouth. “You’re really going to eat a tiny man? Come on dude there is NO WAY you will do it. 10 bucks says he spits him out.” Caleb continues his challenge. Blake simply clinched his lips into a slight frown as he shrugs, clearly trying to play coy with his buddies. Then, Blake closes his eyes, extends his neck some and takes one massive gulp. He swallows hard, and loudly. The guys can hear the *glllckkkk* even over the distant music. They see his neck muscles flex, even showing a slight vein on either side of the neck. His neck thickens as all of the muscles spring into action, and then his Adam’s apple goes up and down. Then, the muscles all relax. Blake’s opens his eyes, and then opens his mouth to reveal that it is empty. He moves his tongue around to show further proof. The guys can’t believe what they just saw - they buddy Blake just swallowed a tiny dude whole! They erupt into comments of disbelief. Blake looks at Caleb, smirks, and says, “pay up, dude.” The others laugh as they watch Caleb hand over a $10 bill to Blake. “Woah, I can feel him in there man. He’s f*cking wiggling around. It feels so weird dude!” The others try to listen to Blake's gut to see if they can hear anything. They all hear the typical sounds of digestion - gurgles and growls - but one swears he heard screaming too. After a few minutes of this, they all get bored and decide to keep drinking, more or less forgetting about you entirely.

From your perspective, you can’t believe you are in the mouth of a 21 year old frat stud. As he tastes you, you are surrounded by the smell of beer on his breath. His saliva drenched you as he rolls you around. The tongue works on you as you as it presses you against his cheeks, into his teeth, and against the roof of his mouth. It’s all disorienting. Though it is mostly dark, there is still some deep red light that manages to shine in through his cheeks. You hear some commotion outside. Blake speaks for a moment causing you to bounce around. You hear more talking outside, and then the tongue pauses, then lifts up. “Oh no. Oh no no” you think to yourself. In one fell swoop the tongue lifts up causing you to slide to the back of Blake's throat. You try to grab on to something - anything - but it is all so fast you don’t have the chance. You reach the back of his throat and are greeted by the uvula. You look up to the dangling muscle above you, and beyond it can barely make out the nasal cavity. The uvula quickly descends onto you and forces your head from where it is in a downward motion. You are now upside down, head first towards the esophagus. You see the flap sealing of the trachea allowing full passage into the esophagus. You barely have a second to notice this before your head is forced into the right opening. The muscles tighten suffocatingly around you, and pull you in a downward motion. You feel the uvula behind you nudging you along the way. The deafening, wet sound of Blake swallowing you surrounds you and you are on your way. You hear breathing and a heartbeat as you descend, finally being squeezed through the tight opening to the stomach. You land in a pool of beer in the stomach. The air is stale and humid and smells like old beer. The walls are slimy and wrinkled. They are already pulsating as it recognizes the new arrival of food. You do everything you can to try abs escape, yelling to Blake to let out as you do. You try and climb out, but there is no way you are getting out. Your skin starts to tingle and burn, the stomach walls squeeze in around you. Beer pours down from above splashing onto you. You hear gurgles and growls around you. More of the stomach juices splashes up from below you, burning you more. You scream. You are getting light headed. After about 20 minutes of this, you are barely conscious. Your last thoughts are "how could it end this way? Just as food for a college frat guy." Then, one final gurgle, a splash of acid, and pressure from the stomach walls, and you fade to darkness as your body disintegrates into a goopy ooze to be further digested as a soupy mix. Blake continues his evening with his buddies, and forgets about you all together until a few days later when he noticed the missing person poster for you. But by then, you and whatever was left of you were long gone.

[slashbitch2]

Extra Complications

never expected to be crushing on an animated character but here we are

Next Chapter

It was sneaky. Perhaps cheating by some standards. But from your perspective, it was a damn good plan.

Ironically you'd seen the advertisement for the Alchemax internship right after being flung into a wall by the very same woman who'd likely approved the broadcast. Olivia Octavius, or Doc Ock as you ought to refer to her in costume. Though she'd given you little time to read up on 'how to apply', as moments later a car was thrown in your direction, which was very inconsiderate of her, but was also all the persuasion you needed.

At this point, you'd be willing to do anything if it contributed to thwarting her, surely, very evil plan. Of course you admired the woman for her general genius and eccentricity, but the constant unprovoked conflict was becoming tiresome. It felt as if she were trying to determine how much of a threat you posed, whereas, you liked to think your legacy as 'that Spider-Person who sometimes saves the day' was all the evidence necessary.

Honestly, you weren't certain as to what exactly her, no doubt, villainous plan entailed besides patrolling the streets in green swimming goggles and black spandex with ridiculous plastic tubes jutting out of her back. In fact, it was ridiculous that no one had made any attempt to stop her yet. Unlike your identity, kept secret by a more modest spandex suit, hers was public knowledge.

Sometimes, it seemed as though you were the enemy here.

Which is precisely why infiltrating her team of scientists was more than appropriate. You were about to single handily take down an international threat, one hidden in plain sight, but left untouched due to the company's vast money, leverage and prestige.

Someday the city would thank you for your many sacrifices. Specifically for voluntarily working another job without pay. Y/N Y/L/N, broke intern by day, friendly neighbourhood Spider-Person by night.

"Excuse me?" A voice called from the left, your vision of them obstructed by an inconveniently placed potted plant. "Are you the new intern?" The person stepped closer, briefly glancing up at you, then back down at a sheet of paper. "Y/N Y/L/N?" The woman's timid appearance hardly screamed villainous scientist, but then again, looks can be deceiving.

"Yes, that's me." You stood, reaching out to shake her hand.

She sighed in relief, shaking your hand a tad too enthusiastically. "Lovely to meet you. I'm Marie and I'll be getting you settled in for the first few days."

A spark of disappointment flashed across your mind. Olivia hadn't been there for your interview, nor had any sway in your hiring, and now she wasn't even the person greeting you on your first day. Although you had no right to be, you felt rather offended by the lack of challenge she was providing. It was almost too easy.

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To be fair, Marie was the perfect candidate to give you a tour of the facility. She was kind and patient, but not condescending. She seldom spoke beyond what was required of her, unless you asked something work related, when her lengthy response would affirm her status as an epicure of scientific knowledge. By midday, you'd decided she was someone to befriend, and subsequently accepted her invitation to have lunch together.

You were also hoping that the team would eat lunch as a group, but alas, more disappointment. Instead, you spent the break sitting in an awkward silence with Marie, who seemed to loose basic communication skills when presented with food. In spite of her lack of engagement, you still took the opportunity to try and ascertain information about the project you'd be working on, though each time she expertly diverted the interrogation, or ignored your question entirely.

Who knew working for an evil, secretive corporation would be so boring?

It was a test of patience to be sitting in the same building as Olivia Octavius, while forced to shadow an incredibly kind, but slow eating woman. Realistically, you knew there'd be plenty of time to investigate, though you were reluctant to end the day without any progress. So, while Marie was still distracted by her lunch, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom.

She dismissively approved with a wave of her hand, allowing you to slip away from the dining hall. You vaguely remembered the location of Olivia's office as being on the top floor, indicated by Marie's imprecise pointing. She'd explained that very few had clearance to get in, but you'd already thought of a way to get passed the security.

Who aside from the highest ranking scientists had access to every room? Janitors, of course. Because, for some reason, cleanliness was more important than security.

It didn't take long to locate a cleaner, or much effort to pickpocket the security card. To be on the safe side, you even had an excuse ready: that the man had dropped it, that you were simply looking for him to return it. And if Olivia caught you in her office, well, she wouldn't (Spider-Senses and all). Again, it was almost too easy.

There was a minatory silence as you walked along the final corridor toward her office. Part of you felt as though this was some kind of elaborate trap, the repeated phrase 'too easy' coming to mind as you reached the door. Though the logical part of you must've known this was a fatuous suggestion, and took control.

With a final pause to confirm nobody was approaching, or was already waiting inside, you scanned the key card. The action was rewarded with a satisfactory beep, followed by the door sliding open so fast it appeared to have vanished.

The office was smaller than you anticipated. Or maybe it was the bareness of the room that caught you off guard. The woman was insane, yet her work area hardly reflected her deranged mental state. Everything was so perfectly neat that you began to wonder if you'd actually walked onto a movie set, or a photoshoot, which would've explained the strange ring lights hanging from the ceiling.

Upon reaching the centre of the room, you were struck by the realisation that you truthfully had no reason to be here. Even if the office had been as messy as you'd expected, it was unlikely that she'd leave her super evil plans lying around. Rather, It'd been some morbid curiosity that had lured you here. To see where The Doc Ock worked, where the alter ego was likely created. The reality was underwhelming to say the least.

Deciding that you'd spent enough time admiring an incredibly bland office, you exited back out into the empty corridor, nonchalantly throwing the security card behind you, certain someone would eventually return it. Then, as if right on cue, you sensed somebody approaching, soon followed by footsteps resonating from around the corner. With no way of avoiding them, you kept your head down with the intention of blending in.

Olivia Octavius rounded the corner, not sparing a glance up. She was frowning at a piece of paper, her full attention directed to it, blissfully unaware of your presence.

Instinctively, your entire body tensed at the sight of her lithe frame and mass of hair spilling out of its messy bun. Any other circumstance and you'd have fled by now, through a vent, out of the window, it didn't matter. Though you had to remind yourself that there was no reason to be afraid now. There was no possible way she could know your identity.

Nonetheless, as you passed her with less than a metre of space, you held your breath. She said nothing and you both kept walking in opposite directions.

It seemed the coast was clear. You released the breath you'd been holding and kept moving until. "Hey, wait a minute."

You froze, aching to ignore her and escape. Her voice was deep, more so than you were prepared for. While fighting, few words were exchanged, and even then they were unintelligible. Although, now was the worst time to be thinking about previous interactions, so with much difficulty, you cleared your mind. As far as anyone knew, including yourself, you were just the intern.

You ran a hand through your hair nervously, straightening out your lab coat and turning to face her. She was stood at the far end of the long white corridor, entirely unthreatening when compared to Doc Ock, who would've loomed over you menacingly.

Remembering the role you were meant to be playing, you choked out a response. "How can I be of assistance?"

"You're the new intern, right?"

"Yeah." You considered approaching to shake her hand, but the idea of awkwardly marching the length of the corridor to greet her was rather unappealing. "That's me." You settled for a polite smile and shoulder shrug instead.

She screwed up her face in consideration before crooking a finger. "Come with me."

Swallowing any concern, you nodded hesitantly. The prospect of returning to the office you'd broken into only moments ago had you dragging your feet.

She waited patiently until you were by her side to continue. "Don't worry." She scanned her key card. "I don't bite." Her tone was playful, her eyes kindly mocking.

"Good to know." You muttered, following her inside. You took a second to look around the room with mock curiosity, feeling her eyes trace your every move. Like a predator, eyeing up its prey, determining your weaknesses. Unlike the encounters with Doc Ock, it was uncertain who had the high ground here. Her gaze was putting you on edge, not dissimilar to how your character of 'the intern' would react.

"So..." She shuffled some papers around on the desk, finding what looked to be your application. "Ms. Y/L/N right?"

You confirmed with a nod, summoning the resolve to amble toward her desk.

"Take a seat." She gestured to the chair opposite, letting you sit before proceeding. "Tell me about yourself, Y/N."

You started to think of an adequate answer, but she interrupted a second later, contradicting her initial inquiry. "Are you okay with me calling you Y/N?" She leant her head on a closed fist, narrowing her eyes.

Although the question sounded considerate, you didn't feel the implied sincerity. Even if you wanted to say no, that didn't feel like a suitable response. "Sure."

Somehow, it felt like she was establishing dominance through the polite act, and combined with being under her scrutinising glare, the performance was working.

"Great." Suddenly, she leant back in her chair, all evidence of the hostile act disappearing instantaneously.

"What'd you want to know?" Mirroring her relaxed posture, you attempted to re-establish some control.

"Oh, anything." A flicker of something passed in her eyes, piqued interest possibly?

You began routinely rattling off some basic facts about yourself, nothing too specific or personal. Facts that would answer any follow up questions she might have, and yet said nothing about you. Surprisingly, she seemed hooked on your every word. The thought crossed your mind that this might be the real interview, that everything else up to this point had been a sham. But you settled on a more unsettling justification. That she was committing everything you said to memory.

Coming to the end of the informative monologue, you decided to take a risk. "Do I get to ask a question?" You raised an eyebrow challengingly.

"Inquisitive. I like that." She stated, folding her arms on the desk. "Go ahead."

You decided to see how far you could push your luck. "Tell me about yourself." You smugly repeated her vague first query. It was the Doctor's turn to come up with an answer to the ambiguous demand.

She scoffed, realising your plan to make her struggle. "Touché. But I'm rather busy, so how about you pick a more specific question."

Narrowing it down, there was only one thing you wanted to ask. "Can I see the-" You waved your arms around, imitating tentacles. "the suit?"

She chuckled, slowly standing. Judging from her lack of surprise, this was likely a request she'd heard many times.

First, she removed her glasses. Then slipped out of her lab coat. Next to go was the shirt, which she pulled over her head while maintaining eye contact. You wanted to look away, out of respect, yet you didn't. Without the shirt, you noticed she was already wearing the suit underneath and had the harness strapped to her back, confirming your suspicion that she always had access to the weapon. As she was stepping out of her trousers, the arms (tentacles?) inflated, and within moments were threateningly extending to their full potential.

She smiled proudly, enjoying your stunned expression. "As good as you expected?"

"Better." Unable to resist any longer, you stood to investigate the suit in further detail. You'd never seen it stationary, or had the opportunity to try and gauge the details of how it worked. Although you argued this would be beneficial for your next fight, in reality you just wanted to admire the contraption. You circled round, marvelling at the simplicity of the design. It was convenient, yet elegant. "It's beautiful."

Coming to a stop in front of Olivia, she had an unreadable expression. A mix of emotions, most prominently confusion. To your delight, a faint blush coloured her cheeks. Whatever unspoken game you'd been playing, you were winning, or were until she said. "How'd you like to intern for me?"

You quickly recovered. "I already do."

"No." She sighed. "I mean personally. As my assistant? You'd get your own desk, an almost guaranteed job at the end of it and so much more experience than you'd bargained for." She leant forward, a little too close for comfort. There was an unhinged look in her eyes more reminiscent of Doc Ock that both convinced and deterred you. "So what'd you say?"

She genuinely wanted you to work with her.

This hadn't been part of the plan. You'd expected to spend no longer than a few months working at Alchemax. To uncover their evil scheme, figure out how to stop it and hopefully take down the company. An optimistic plan, sure, but one you'd been assured you'd stick to. Although, the opportunity to work closely with Olivia Octavian, with the Doc Ock, was too good to pass on. Not to mention, infinitely more interesting.

You grinned, embracing the insanity that your answer would incur. "I'd love to."

She clapped her hands together. "Great!" Then offered her hand for you to shake formally. "I'll sort out the paperwork and details this evening, but right now if you'll excuse me, I have business to attend to."

She left before you had the chance to say anything else, still in her suit, which left you confused for the following half hour. You finally understood upon catching a glimpse of a news alert on your phone.

Doc Ock Seizes Bank, Has Taken Hostages!

You sighed. Today was going to be a long day, and things were only going to get more complicated.