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[infiniteeight8]

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Prompt: “So what if you’re not my soulmate! I don’t care!”

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Stephen just stares when Tony pulls out the ring and asks the question. Tony’s nerves transmute into a terrible dread when the silence goes on and on and Stephen’s answer becomes clear. By the time he speaks, Tony is cold all over.

“Tony, I can’t,” Stephen says, quietly. He looks broken. Why does he look broken when Tony’s the one whose proposal just got turned down?

“Why not?” Tony asks desperately. “I love you. I know you love me. No one ever really made me believe they loved me before, but you did!”

Stephen closes his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, he only looks more determined. “Because I’m not your soulmate,” he says.

Tony surges up off his bent knee and stuffs the ring back in his pocket. “So what if you’re not my soulmate?! I don’t care!” 

“You’ll care when you meet them,” Stephen says, looking up at him from his seat on the couch. “Tony, somewhere out there is someone who is perfect for you. Someone who will make you happy like I never could. You deserve that.”

“Perfect for me.” Tony snorts. He paces for a moment and then stops in front of Stephen, jaw set. “I have the most famous soulmark in the world, right? You’ve seen the fakers. Everyone knows what it looks like.”

“They won’t all be fakers—”

“Yes or no!” Tony snaps. “Everyone knows what it looks like, right?”

Stephen frowns. “Right. Yes.”

“Which means that my soulmate knows that I’m their match,” Tony says. “They know I’m their match and they decided they didn’t want me. They didn’t want me before Afghanistan, they didn’t want me after, and they don’t want me now. And if they ever change their mind? I don’t care!” Tony realizes he’s shouting and stops, takes a breath. “Nothing they could say could ever make up for the fact that they chose not to be here when I needed them most. Like hell I’m going to let fate stick me with someone like that. I want someone who chose to be with me. I want someone who decided to be with me because they like me, not because some,” he flails for a word for a moment, “some fucking birthmark said they should be.”

Stephen is staring up at him. Hope surges in Tony’s chest. He drops into a crouch and takes Stephen’s hands in his. “You’re right for me because you’re blank,” he insists. “You picked me. Even when everyone told you it was a bad bet, you picked me. That’s what I want. I want us to choose each other, over and over again.”

Stephen is flushed now. His eyes are shining and… yes, Tony thinks that might be a smile. “Give me my ring,” Stephen says.

Tony blinks. “What?”

“You offered me a ring,” Stephen says. “Give it to me.”

Laughing, Tony fishes the ring out of his pocket again. “Is that a yes?”

Stephen beams when Tony slides the band onto his finger. “That’s a yes,” he confirms, and pulls Tony into a kiss.

[winchesterdreamgirl88]

His Sunshine

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing

Summary: Draco is a cold, dark, brooding person who forgot what it was like to smile or feel happy. But Y/n is the biggest ray of sunshine ever, she always has a smile on her face and is always trying to make people feel better. What happens when they are forced to work on a project together?

Word Count:513

A/n: I feel like I could've written this so much better but I just couldn't find the right words. I really like the grumpy boy and sunshine girl trope it's one of my favorites. I feel like Draco is very misunderstood and honestly isn't a bad person he just didn't have anyone supporting him or helping him. So most of my stories about him may be different than the movies but it's how I envision him.

3rd Person POV

Draco used to be a happy kid in his first year at Hogwarts, but as the years went by he became less and less happy. He was under so much pressure from his father to follow in his footsteps and become a Death Eater and serve his families purpose. He forgot what it was like to feel happiness and joy.

But Y/n on the other hand was the complete opposite, she always had a smile on her face and she radiated happiness. Unfazed by the world's harshness, Y/n exuded an infectious joy that seemed to dance in the air around her. Her whimsical demeanor and dreamy gaze were as captivating as they were mystifying. But surprisingly Draco didn't hate her, and he had every reason to. She was a muggle born and a Gryffindor, there is no reason Draco should feel the way he feels about her. But when he sees her smile he can't help but want to know the reason for her smile, and he wanted to be the reason she smiled like that.

2nd Person POV

One snowy day Draco had woken up just like every morning; sad and alone. He walked his way to potions with Snape, not prepared for what the day had in store for him. Draco walked into class and sat down at his normal table ignoring the useless boring chatter coming from Crabbe and Goyle.

"Alright everyone, I am going to assign you partners and you need to have this done by the end of the class." Everyone groaned and waited to hear who they were going to be forced to work with. Draco has managed to turn out Snape so he was surprised when you suddenly appear next to him.

"Don't worry, let's try and get this done as quick as we can so you can resume your role as the curator of crankiness." You said trying to get some sort of reaction from Draco. But he was facing away from you can not talking. Unbeknownst to you Draco's lips quirked into the tiniest smile.

As the next few days went by you and Draco continued to be partners and work together in potions. Over time, Y/n's infectious happiness became a balm to Draco's brooding soul. You taught him to appreciate the beauty in the smallest moments and find joy even in the darkest corners. Y/n, in turn, discovered a depth and resilience in Draco that others seldom saw.

As the days turned into weeks, Draco found himself smiling more often, his scowl replaced by a softer expression. Your relentless optimism had worked its magic on him. In a quiet moment beneath the starlit sky, Draco took your hand and admitted, "You're infuriatingly happy, y/l/n, but somehow, I find myself drawn to it."

And so, the grumpy Slytherin and the happy dreamer forged an unlikely connection, proving that sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places even between a ray of sunshine and a grumpy man who just needed someone to show him the sunshine.

[steddiebingo]

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Prompt: Clothed Sex

Something cold, sweet and delicious

Rated E, wc 513, Chose Not to Use, Tags: pre-season 4, Steve Harrington's Scoops Ahoy Uniform, Eddie Munson is a Little Shit, Sexual Tension, Fuck, buddies, Angry Sex, Clothed Sex, Bathroom Sex, Semi-Public Sex

“Stop laughing, Munson. What do you want?” “Take a guess, sweetheart,” Eddie shrugs, not bothering to disguise his shark-like grin. “I'd like to enjoy something cold, sweet and delicious.”

Prompt: Body Worship

Just where you oughta be

Rated , wc, Warnings, Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Eddie Munson, Alpha Steve Harrington, Established Relationship, Courting Rituals, Mpreg, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Rut, Explicit Sexual Content, Knotting, Mating Bites, Body Worship, Possessive Sex, Possessive Steve Harrington

“Eddie?” Eddie nods so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. “Yeah, that's right. You called me, remember? And now I'm here. Just like I said. So there's absolutely no need to freak out and tear out my- oh, my God!” Because Steve has just surged in to lick a long, firm stripe over the side of his neck. His tongue drags over the sensitive gland there, rough and wet and firm, and Eddie's back nearly lifts off the mattress. A high, startled chirp tumbles from his mouth, and Steve answers it with a purr and a roll of his hips. His shoulders - and somehow it is only now that Eddie fully registers this - are not the only part of him that's naked. There is, in fact, not a shred of clothing anywhere on Steve’s body. His cock, fully hard and huge, slots into the space between Eddie’s thighs as he leans in to nuzzle at the spot he just licked. “Eddie,” he murmurs against the flushed skin, and it feels like his voice tingles right through the gland and all the way into Eddie’s blood. “My Eddie. All mine.”

Prompt: Overstimulation

By night, you're mine

Rated E, wc 2,140, Chose not to Use, Tags: Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Royal Steve Harrington, Dragon Eddie Munson, Established Relationship, Mates, Soul Bond, Monsterfucker Steve Harrington, Possessive Eddie Munson, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dry Orgasm

“I should’ve known this was about sex,” Steve says, but there's no malice behind it. “Do you also sometimes think of other things than fucking me?” “Beg your pardon? I think about plenty of things,” Eddie pouts, even as one of his hands reaches between them and starts tugging at the bindings of Steve’s breeches. “Fingering you. Sucking your cock. Pleasuring you with my tongue until you scream. Riding you until you come inside of me. None of which I've done in weeks, for the record.”

Prompt: Second Chances

Home for Christmas

Rated G, wc 981, Chose not to Use, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Future Fic, Everybody Lives, Exes Steddie, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Single Parent Steve Harrington, Reunions, Second Chances

He's waiting in front of the apartment building when Steve rounds the corner. The snow is still shrouding the world in a curtain of white, and he’s wrapped in about three layers of clothing to protect himself - not only from the cold but also from prying eyes. Steve still knows it's him immediately. Knows from the lines of the tattoo poking out from his scarf, the one that covers the scars on his neck and jaw. Knows from the way he holds his cigarette. Knows from the restless shuffle of his boots in the fresh snow.

Prompt: Glory Hole

Glory Hallelujah

Rated E, wc 998, Chose Not to Use, Tags: Post-Vecna (Stranger Things), Everybody Lives, Rock Star Eddie Munson, Sex Club, Glory Hole, Oral Sex, Reunions

He's almost at the exit when something catches his eye. There's a row of stalls in the wall, each with its own lockable door. The light over one is on. There's no fucking way, he thinks, even as his feet carry him right over and into the adjacent cabin. Someone probably forgot to kill the light. There's no fucking way anyone is in there. That would be at least as pathetic as a fucking rock star going to a fucking sex club on fucking Christmas day because he's a depressed moron.

Prompt: Consensual Non-Consent

War Prize

Rated E, wc 1,378, Chose Not to Use, Tags: Consensual Non-Consent, Dom Eddie Munson, Sub Steve Harrington, Bondage, Gags, Blindfolds, Butt Plugs, Sexual Roleplay, Humiliation, Corruption Kink, Awkward Sexual Situations, Idiots in Love

“Say please,” he says over the resulting gasp, “Wanna hear you beg for it.” “Plea-” Steve starts to say, like the beautiful, perfect boy he is, but then he snaps his mouth shut, lips curling into a smug smile. It only lasts for a second though. Then, he sets them in a tight line and juts out his chin defiantly. “You will never hear me beg,” he claims. “I'll never betray my oaths to my God and succumb to your wicked ways.” Eddie loves him so fucking much. He'll spoil him rotten once they're done here. Before that, though …

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Favorite WN Quotes - Bonus: ORV

Quote 11: KDJ Crying

I didn’t cry. 「 Kim Dokja was crying. 」 - Kim Dokja & the Fourth Wall, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 180

Quote 37: Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World

「There are three ways to survive in a ruined world. I have forgotten some of them now. However, one thing is certain: you who are currently reading these words will survive.  –Three Ways to Survive in a Ruined World [Complete]」 - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 1

Quote 38: I Believe in You

"If hyung was such a person, you wouldn't have saved me on the subway. I believe in you.”  - Lee Gilyoung to Kim Dokja, Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint, Chapter 21 

Quote 39: Just Somehow Survive

"Survive and take responsibility! Atone for the rest of your life or live a garbage life. Just somehow survive!”  - Kim Dokja to Lee Jihye, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 40 

Quote 40: Wanted to Believe

"Still… if possible, I wanted to believe. I was able to come here because I believed in someone.”  - Yoo Sangah, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 46

Quote 41: Face the Wall

“I only believe in people with walls. In order to understand someone, I think I should face that wall first.” - Han Donghoon, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 60

Quote 42: Fuck capitalism fr

"Working up to build up history to become a constellation and then building up narratives to become narrative-grade constellations… then what? The higher the sky, the brighter the star? How long will you continue using the descendants of this land for your own sake?”  - Kim Dokja, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 72 

Quote 43: Won't Give Up So Easily

“–If I was going to give up so easily, I wouldn't have started this journey.” - Yoo Joonghyuk, Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 82

Quote 44: No Sentences Describing These Deaths

“I had read all of Ways of Survival. I understood the settings, the meaning of the explanations and finally thought that I had figured out the author's intentions. But in Ways of Survival, there were no sentences describing these deaths.”  - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 90

Quote 45: Loved by the Others

“I, someone of no redeeming quality, could be loved by the others.” - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 513

Quote 46: Pound at the Walls

“Even if we can't reach each other, even if we can't meet each other, we should continue to pound away on each other's walls. Even if that wall would never open up, keep writing something on that wall, anyway.” - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 538 

Quote 47: Most Proficient at Lying

“She wanted to tell him. Tell him that there was a world that didn't need his sacrifice to be saved. She thought that, if it was her, she should be able to do it.  Because she was most proficient at lying than anyone alive, after all.” - Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Chapter 539

[Propaganda below] - Spoilers Warning!

Quote 11: KDJ Crying

Submission: 

Kim Dokja, putting on clown makeup: "I didn't cry."  The narrative, immediately calling him out: HELLO???YOU'RE LITERALLY SOBBING.  Kim Dokja, getting louder, as circus music starts to play behind him: "I'm a reliable narrator!" All of Kim Dokja Company: staring immediately at the camera like they're on the office

Quote 39: Just Somehow Survive!

Just somehow survive!!!! You can’t atone through death!!! You just have to somehow survive!!!

Okay, serious talk, this quote makes me want to eat dirt due to Kim Dokja (insert spoilers here) saying it to Lee Jihye, a teenager, facing her trauma of killing her best friend in a life-or-death situation. Kim Dokja killing Kim Namwoon as a way of killing him younger self is OUT, Kim Dokja helping Lee Jihye as a way of helping his younger self is IN (/mainly joking)

[detectivechen]

the writers vs. lucy chen

i wasn’t looking for her to get promoted at a random moment in the season, so that’s not the issue. she’ll get promoted eventually. she has to be. otherwise, these writers will never beat the allegations, and tbh, they’re running out of time.

it’s definitely a collective decision, too, bc the writers have changed hands multiple times since that girl, ep 513. not even my fave writer could save the five-player trade storyline from the trenches. such a shame bc this ep was vintage rookie: very cohesive and exciting!

what are these allegations?

it’s 100% misogynistic for them to falsely equate lucy’s influence with manipulation to create obstacles in her life. it was annoying for them to do it personally, but now it’s downright infuriating for them to do it professionally.

because if anyone deserves a stress-free path and a fast-track to a promotion on this show, it’s lucy chen. mid-wilshire’s shooting champ endured traumatic hazing to prove her chops for UC as a rookie. as a newly minted P2, she singlehandedly dismantled two drug cartels on her first deep cover op, after meticulous preparation.

yet, she has none of the commendations that would normally go along with accomplishments of that magnitude. they moved on way too quickly from that to make chenford ride together again and assert nolan’s position as the rookie. so even though lucy has nothing left to prove, she’s been stuck fighting for leadership positions to get more points in favor of a promotion.

why does this matter?

lucy chen is a unicorn. finding a highly capable, girl-next-door asian-american female lead with an equally strong moral compass like her, esp in her field, is very difficult.

it’s painful to watch the writers ruin what they’ve built by making something out of nothing, given the way they’ve upgraded the careers of their two white male officers in the last two seasons without issue. it’s sending the message that women of color really do have to work twice as hard to get the same accolades, even in a fictional world, and not in the social commentary way.

in s4, nolan’s promotion to P2 was so ugly. the team was concerned with finding the killer of lucy’s best friend, a black man, and her situationship’s former TO’s best friend, a latina woman. somehow, though, the white man who undermined the justice system egregiously in the name of self-righteousness got an on-cam pat on the back from his black watch commander for taking his punishment well. the audacity. even tim’s deserved promotion happened off-cam.

in s5, her peer, nolan, leaves her in the dust by getting awarded a golden ticket for being a white savior at the border. detective is seemingly open for him again, even after being told that his self-righteousness cost him that privilege, but he opts for TO. what a slap in the face for lucy, who always navigated policy and procedure well.

make it make sense.

to make matters worse, the writers have now proceeded to willfully interpret her goodwill to help her bf get a more prestigious lateral transfer as malicious to make everyone turn on her.

after everything you have been through, how often you have proven yourself, there is not a cop in here who would not have your back if you asked. –harper in 505

so suddenly, every accomplishment lucy’s ever had is thrown out the window bc she did a lil networking to get her superior sergeants referrals for placements more suited to their current values? this punishment of making her worried about getting her score tanked doesn’t fit the crime of her secret involvement in tim’s career at all.

regardless, she’ll take the detective's exam in two weeks their time (ep 521). let’s see what bs comes up to make the ‘grand plan’ of delaying her promotion for the 100th ep happen (ep 602). 🙃

[tevantarlos]

Queer as Folk Prompt Challenge 2024

33 prompts in 3 weeks.

Info/Rules:

Fics can be a drabble, ficlet, or one-shot. No chapter stories.

Any characters/couples are allowed, as long as both characters are 17+.

It's a challenge. However, if you can't or don't want to do all of the challenges for some reason, that's okay. Just list/label the ones you have done.

The QaF Prompt Challenge 2024 runs from 7/1/24 - 7/21/24. It ends Monday, July 22nd, Midnight CST and I'll be closing the collection to works at that time.

A03 Collection: QaF Prompt Challenge 2024.

Any questions or comments, reach out to: @Chenford'sRollisi

Prompts: 33

1. Cuddle 2. Sweat 3. "Good morning, Sunshine."    4. Loss of Debbie. 5. Brian comforts Justin after Jennifer dies. 6. It seemed like a good idea at the time. 7. The first time Brian and Justin see each other after 513. 8. Barebacking/commitment. 9. Sex in the rain. 10. Follow-up to popular story you've already written. 11. Ben/Justin fic 12. Brian/Ben fic 13. Sharing a cigarette. 14. Hug. 15. Drunk dialing after breakup. 16. Wearing the other's clothes. ("Are you wearing my shirt?") 17. Getting arrested. 18. Use of handcuffs/Loss of handcuff keys during sex. 19. Hogging the blankets. 20. Couch sex quickie. (Someone's coming over.) 21. Broken arm. 22. Broken leg. 23. Broken nose. 24. Bloody nose. 25. Brian's jeep gets stolen. 26. Brian needs to get glasses. 27. Justin considers getting his ear pierced. Brian tells him not to do it. 28. Moving Day - Brian moves to New York and moves in with Justin.    29. Jealousy 30. Interrupting Justin painting, for sex. (Bonus points if you include the paint in the sex somehow, but not required.) 31. Dancing. At home, in private. 32. Picnic. 33. Kissing in the rain.

[riddle-me-ri]

Congratulations to 500 subscribers ^^ You're a good person, and you write well too. Can I ask "Sharing a Bath" and Batman the Animated Series Johnny?

A/N: aww thank you so much anon! I appreciate that! And aww that’s such a cute idea, of course you can! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 513

BTAS Scarecrow - Sharing a Shower

Jonathan really didn’t deem it necessary for you two to share a shower. Not that he didn’t…find the idea…appealing. He’s just, well, you should know, he’s still fairly new to being close and vulnerable with someone. 

Until one day, you invited him once more like you normally do whenever you said you were taking a shower. Somehow, he found the courage to say yes, but was still hesitant on going through with it. 

You knew this was all new territory for Jonathan, and that it wasn’t because he lacked interest or didn’t find you attractive. The man just didn’t know what to do or how to respond to this, and you had no problem showing him the ropes. 

Once you two were under the warm spray, there seemed to be no turning back. 

You giggled as Jonathan got some water on his face. You grabbed his arms and gently turned him around so the brunt of the spray was going down your back. 

"There, is that better?" 

"M-Much. Thank you." 

"Of course, Jonny." 

"So…this can go two ways, whichever you prefer. We could wash ourselves simultaneously or each other…" 

Jonathan gulped at that last option. He wouldn't mind it… 

"Actually, I have a better idea." You grabbed a bottle of shampoo and poured some into your hands before lathering your head. 

"We can wash our hair by ourselves and then wash each other afterwards. If you're comfortable with that." 

Jonathan could only bring himself to nod. 

You smiled brightly. "Perfect!"

You both began scrubbing your hair. Jonathan every once in a while stealing glances at you. Your hands on your head made your body stretch and open more. The way the water cascaded down your body and skin. 

Between the water, your nudity, and the rising steam you looked like some ethereal mythical being. 

Jonathan tried to snap out of it and quickly finish his hair, but he found it hard to pull you away from under the shower in order to rinse his hair. 

When it came to washing each other, you noticed Jonathan's hesitancy right away. Silently, it was decided you would wash him first. 

As you lathered the soap into the bath sponge, and you began scrubbing his body, covering it with suds…Jonathan was in awe. 

In awe of you, how despite all the atrocities he committed (or planned to anyway), despite who he is and continues to be. You continue to treat him with such kind, unconditional affection. 

He knew he likely didn’t deserve such adoring treatment, but if him reveling in it made him selfish. 

Then he was absolutely guilty with no contest. 

The fact that you were smiling, happily, comfortable in his presence alone. 

Jonathan Crane thought he knew what true pleasure was; when he tormented others and reduced them to quivering terrified masses, screaming before him…

Yet right now, with you so close, so sweet and so tender. Jonathan slowly realizes just how wrong he was. 

For all the fear he could cause in the world, nothing could come close to when you smiled at him.

[qqtxt]

Reader going on dates with Kai and at the end of the last date they ask "do you still want me as your partner?"

Love your works btw🤌��️🥹

this immediately tugged on my heartstrings and i just know kai is a soft, soft bean that will try to reassure his partner in any way :") i didn't dive into it too much but i just wanted to write it out somehow. here it is! (and thank you lovely!!!)

[🐧] love you (of course i do)

✿ pairing: kai x reader / non.idol!au / fluff, comfort 🌸 / reader feels insecure / word count: 513 words ✿ in a moment where you doubt yourself as his partner, he reassures you in the simplest (and most effective) way. [masterlist 🌸]

every day (any day), every moment, every second you spend with kai, the more you realise there's more to love about him. there's something new that surprises you. there's a new trait you come to learn about him or something silly that he reveals most charmingly. his way. through it all, there are days where the thoughts seem to seep into your mind of why someone as perfect as him decided to be with someone like you?

it wasn't healthy. it wasn't the prettiest. you know when these intrusive thoughts are getting the best of you, the best of him–us–when it comes uninvited to one of the dates you share with him. the long day nearly comes to an end as kai holds onto your hand, taking a quiet stroll of walking you back home.

kai only brings up that he notices how it's affecting your mood past the dingy lamp post that flickers with uncertainty. him tugging you to sit on the bench you two almost walk past that he makes you come around. when you thought all he wanted was to rest his feet, it seems like his intentions come clear as the light shines upon your surprise.

"is something bothering you?"

just like that. he takes your heart again. how effortlessly he was able to notice the way your lip doesn't smile all the way up. or how clammy your hand got just thinking about bringing up what's on your mind. or how he was able to tell from the moment he saw your face this morning, something was fogging your mind from enjoying your date out.

"do... do you still want me?"

with one sentence, kai's able to autofill the doubts and worries that cloud your mind. he knows. you know he knows when his features shift from smiling fondly to having this pained look on his face. he knows. his line of work meant that he was surrounded by gorgeous, beautiful people in a mile-long line. he knows you know that. and he knows how that makes you feel.

he knows he'll coax you to talk more about this so that he can reassure you of every single worry that you might have. but for now, under the flickering light that barely maintained its power, it managed to shine the brightest as kai shifts closer and cupped your hand in his, tugging you closer towards him. with a smile that manages to set the crooked scars of uncertainty in your chest straight, kai's words are an emblem that rings in your ears each time the doubts start to linger.

"always," he nods once, "i'll always want you."

maybe it was the simplicity. or the sincerity in his voice. in reality, it was just him altogether. how he didn't hesitate to say what he said. how he didn't miss a beat the second you said something seemingly ambiguous that he was able to fill the cracks into what you were feeling. he said so much without saying much at all and that... that was all you needed to hear.

[superman86to99]

Adventures of Superman #513 (June 1994)

"THE BATTLE FOR METROPOLIS," Part 4! The Death of Project Cadmus! (Well, "death" in comic book terms.) After the events of last issue, in which a bunch of Cadmus-brand rockets exploded all around Metropolis, a royally pissed-off Superman heads to the formerly top secret government installation to register his displeasure with Director Westfield... only to find out that someone beat him to it, because Westfield has been murdered.

Since Cadmus' top dorks don't have much experience shouting orders at soldiers (the guy in charge of that just died), Superman steps in to fill that role while they try to figure out who killed Westfield and where his ear went.

Given that Cadmus' other, nerdier directors have spent days in a probably very stinky lab trying to come up with a cure for the Clone Plague ravaging Metropolis (and a small part of Hawaii), the main suspect for Westfield's murder is Dr. Carl Packard, a nervous little guy who tends to disappear for days. Also, he was just found wandering the hallways muttering about someone who "deserves death," so that doesn't look too good for him. Before Packard can explain himself (he was talking about his other evil boss, Lex Luthor), the whole murder mystery matter is shuffled aside when the nerds actually find the key to curing the Plague: the blood of one of the few clones who didn't get sick, the Guardian! Hope he's got a lot of it.

As it turns out, they need Packard to create that Guardian-fueled cure, so everyone agrees to forget about the fact that he's probably a murderer for a while. As soon as they let Packard near a computer, however, he uses the secret program in all LexCorp PCs that notifies Lex if someone types his name (yes, Lex was the original "searches himself on Twitter all day" billionaire) to send him a message telling him about the cure. Instead of letting Packard cook and then stealing the cure, the Plague-stricken and increasingly insane Lex orders his Lex-Men to invade Cadmus and kidnap the Guardian. To be fair, he does look like he's about 15 seconds away from shriveling up into a prune, so I get the urgency.

So, Superman and the few Cadmus soldiers in there (most are out fighting angry clones in Metropolis) have to defend the facility from an army of flying armored goons while the nerds try to work on the cure. Lex uses a hologram of himself when he still had hair to try to convince Superman that he should let Superboy, the Newboy Legion kids, and all those sewer clones die so that Lex himself can live ("Would you let Einstein die to save the Bowery Boys?"), but somehow he isn't dissuaded. Not only that, but Superman even calls Lex "contemptible"... and, uh, everyone else who uses a wig.

Lex must have really hated that crack about his baldness, because the next thing he does is order the Lex-Men to blow up Cadmus' reactor and kill everyone inside. If he can't have the cure, no one can. Superman looks a bit overwhelmed with the soon-to-explode reactor and the Lex-Men trying to stop him from containing it (so much so that he calls them "idiots," about the strongest insult you'll hear from this Superman), but then someone stops by to help him: patient zero of the Clone Plague cure...

...Superboy! Who could barely stand up the last time we saw him and is now flying and punching goons, so looks like that cure is working. Superman tells the Kid to take those goons outside while he tries to prevent the reactor from exploding, but as soon as Superboy makes it out, there's a huge explosion and the mountain surrounding Cadmus collapses. Superboy wants to start digging up the survivors, but Superman tells him not to bother: everyone is dead. And he'll make Luthor pay for this and all his other sins, once and for all... next week, in Action Comics #700!

TO BE CONCLUDED, obviously.

Plotline-Watch:

That's it for Project Cadmus, and everyone who worked in it, which will never appear ag-- ok, no one actually believes that. We'll see how they saved themselves and why Superman is pretending they died next issue. Note, however, that Superboy isn't pretending to believe that some of his best friends are buried under a mountain, so his chipperness in that final panel is disturbing.

As you've probably guessed if you've been paying attention, the one who stole Westfield's ear was the same maniac who killed him, disgraced geneticist Dabney Donovan. I don't remember if Dabney ever used Westfield's ear in one of his experiments, but even if he didn't, at least he got to use it for a couple of corny jokes.

Poor Dr. Happersen... he's trying to tell his boss he loves him and would never betray him, and Lex cuts him off and yells at him. Plus, in the same page Lex made it clear that he still isn't totally convinced Happersen isn't Lois Lane's informant, even thought it obviously isn't him. It's hard not to read that exchange with Smithers' and Mr. Burns' voices.

There's a nice little moment with the Guardian, originally a Captain America self-ripoff by Cap creators Joe Simon and Jack Kirby, saying he's okay with dying to make the cure because he's lived a very long life. Lines like that work better when it's a character who's actually been around since the '40s. I wouldn't have minded if he had died during this storyline -- they could always make another clone later on (and seeing him struggle to live up to his own legacy might have been interesting).

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And now, more from Don Sparrow (whose newsletter you should be subscribed to, by the way)...

Art-Watch (by @donsparrow):

We start with the cover, and it’s a pretty good one, with co-star Guardian in well-drawn technological peril, and I never tire of blasts bouncing off Superman. 

Inside the book we are greeted with a poster (or at least sticker) worthy image of an on-edge Superman flying at the viewer, his Tarzan-like mane flowing in the wind.

Kitson’s art at this time is a bit strange to me—it might be the inker, or more likely it’s the era—the early 90s demanded everything be a bit more exxxxxxtreme and Jim-Lee-like in its rendering, but it mostly seems at odds with Kitson’s naturalistic drawing style.  So you get weird in-between drawings, like on page 2 where Superman is yelling, but his mouth appears to barely be open (as opposed to page 5, when Dr. Packard shouts in surprise, and his mouth appears to be fully extended). 

A page later Superman’s surprise (and perhaps grief?) at Westfield’s death is captured well. 

On page 4, the fun really begins, as Kitson seems to really have a ball drawing the insane and Dr. Robotnik-like Dabney Donovan, and his comedic use of a stolen body part. 

A small thing, but worth mentioning: Kitson and McCarthy absolutely kill it when it comes to reflective surfaces.  Throughout the issue, the shiny glasses are on point.  Great stuff there, particularly with the two-tone colouring of a Lex-Men soldier on page 16.

On page 10 we get our latest look at Lex Luthor, and it ain’t pretty.  The little lines on his flesh make it seem so fragile and sickly. 

The full page splash of Cadmus mountain imploding seems like a bit of a missed opportunity, as Superboy isn’t really facing the “camera” and the destruction is mostly dust.  Finally, on page 21, the drawing of Superman’s righteous anger at Lex wreaking death and destruction is a great one.

In contrast to Superman #90, where I felt not a lot happened, this issue is chock full of activity, with a race against the clock to find a cure for the clone sickness, Lex-Men invaders, and a core meltdown, plus a little pop-in with Dabney AND a Superboy cameo—it’s a big one, and a nice hors d’oeuvres for the very BIG number coming next week. 

SPEEDING BULLETS:

I think Dr. Packard should be played by Micro Machines Motormouth, John Moschitta Jr.  It would certainly make his scientific explanations a lot funnier to imagine them being said at lightspeed.

Superboy makes a reference to a Nancy Kerrigan commercial, which was probably this one for Campbell’s Chicken noodle, where the otherwise waify and demure Ms. Kerrigan bodychecks a hockey player (the Campbell’s slogan, at the time, was “Never Underestimate the Power of Soup”, which is the line that gets cut off as Superboy speaks). [Max: Fun fact, in the Spanish version I read in the '90s, Superboy just says "I learned this from a TV ad." Guess they didn't have space for a footnote explaining who Nancy Kerrigan was...]

GODWATCH: Interesting that Big Words seems to be a believer, as Guardian bravely takes the experimental treatment, the man of science prays that Jim Harper has a “personal guardian”.  

This is a pretty testosterone-driven issue—I can’t remember off-hand another issue that had not a single female appear in the story. [Max: There IS a female Cadmus trooper in page 1, but she doesn't speak, unless she's supposed to be yelling "SSSSHHOOOOOOM!" as Superman flies by... which I'd totally do.]

[byunbhyunz]

Lucas - “I’m going to marry you one day.”

Pairing: Lucas/Reader

Genre: fluff, boyfriend!Lucas

Word count: 513

Prompt: “I’m going to marry you one day.”

One thing’s for sure, Lucas tended to talk big. And liked too. Occasionally, he said unbelievable things without even noticing it himself.

That’s why you learned to not really give it more than a few thoughts when he did so. Whenever he talked big about something, you just reassured him you were paying attention to his words, then in the next hour you forgot about it overall.

But not with his favorite saying as of lately. It was as if he deliberately repeated himself to make sure you couldn’t forget about his words. They were always the same, and came at totally random times. Like when you helped him with remembering a word in Korean he forgot for a second. Or when you cooked his favorite Chinese dish and brought it to him to the dorms. Or that one time you defended him against the teasing of the maknae-line of his group, even though he was fine without your help too.

“I’m going to marry you one day,” he recited it with a soft look on his face, then went on continuing what he was doing beforehand after giving you a peck on the lips or cheeks.

He dropped it casually, but to you, it felt like a bomb had been thrown at you and exploded right in front of your eyes. You were fine with his sentiments most of the time, but this one somehow didn’t sit well with you. Talking big about challenges was one thing, but doing it with your feelings involved was an entirely different story for you.

So you went ahead, blurted it out one time when he brought up marriage again.

“You shouldn’t drop getting married so lazily into conversations, Yukhei,” you told him with a slight scowl on your face. Upon seeing your expression and sensing the seriousness in your voice, the smile fell from his lips, being replaced with a pout.

“But I mean it. We will get famous worldwide with the boys, then we’re going to settle and get married, and have kids together. Two boys and a girl. Or three boys and a girl.”

The look in his eyes was sincere and thoughtful. As if he already figured out your future life together, but somehow he forgot to mention it to you. You couldn’t fight back the smile that tugged on your lips, and as your eyes met, he smiled back at you.

“Next time you should let me know about things like that, too. It would be nice to know what you plan for us when I’m part of it,” you scolded him halfheartedly. Your arms were reaching out for him, the warmth in your heart making you crave for his bear-like hugs.

“I thought it was obvious. And you never denied when I mentioned it.”

“Of course you thought.” Patting his back, you nuzzled your face into his chest, inhaling his scent deeply, so maybe it will give you enough energy for the rest of your day. And even if it didn’t, the way he painted your future together certainly did.

[idolumz]

𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐍.            ⇀            love's    out    there,        +        i    can't    leave    it    be.

༊*·˚࿐　　　　✞　　　　𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁    𝙾𝙽𝙴,        or:        overview.

full    name.        siobhan.     age.        physically    twenty9        /        actually    513. date    +    place    of    birth.        february    18th,    1481        ;        dublin,    ireland. species.        vampire. nationality.        irish. gender.        cis    woman. pronouns.        she/her. orientations.        biromantic    bisexual. loyalties.        the    irish    coven.

notable    family.        liam,    fiancé.    maggie,    adopted    daughter    /    sister.

༊*·˚࿐　　　　✞　　　　𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁    𝚃𝚆𝙾,        or:        biographical.

eldest    daughter,    only    daughter        /        she’s    born    on    the    outskirts    of    dublin,        +        as    far    as    anybody    is    concerned,    she    died    there    at    the    age    of    twenty    -    nine.        (        for    years,    she’ll    think    of    what    happened    as    a    fate    far    worse,    something    she    wouldn’t    wish    on    her    worst    enemy.    beautiful    things    come    from    hardship,    sure,    but    nobody    should    have    to    go    through    all    of    that    shit.        )        regardless        —        siobhan    is    the    only    child    of    a    local    blacksmith,    riyan,        +        his    wife,    majella.    

she    doesn’t    remember    much    of    her    childhood,    given    the    sheer    depth        &        breadth    of    time    that’s    passed            —            what    she    does    recall,    though,    is    done    so    fondly.    her    father    was    quiet,    with    callused    hands        +        a    soft    smile    that    always    began    at    the    crinkling    skin    near    his    eyes.    her    mother,    she    smelled    of    a    certain    sweetness    that    in    all    this    time,    she’s    never    been    able    to    find    again.        (        they    were    good    people,    this    much    she    knows    as    stone    -    cold    fact.    they    were    good        …        +        so    was    she,    once    upon    a    time.    all    those    moons    ago,    huh        ?        )

riyan        +        marjella    aren’t    destined    for    sons,    or    any    more    daughters        /        no,    they    get    the    one            —            headstrong,    opinionated,    born    so    far    beyond    her    time        !        there’s    no    taming    a    woman    like    siobhan,    that    much    is    clear    from    an    early    age        …        always    more    at    home    near    her    father’s    forge    than    anywhere    else,    she’s    a    keen    observer    of    his    craft.    she    watches    how    he    makes    metal    sing,    turns    it    into    something    exquisite        ;        her    mother,    of    course,    would    rather    have    her    helping    about    the    home    but    there’s    no    telling    siobhan    what    to    do.    she    finds    utmost    contentment    in    watching,    asking    her    father    questions,    relishing    in    the    moments    when    he    asks    for    her    help.

she    grows,        +        she    doesn’t    seem    to    stop.    tall        +        devastating,    there’s    something    of    the    evelyn    hugo    about    her            —            preternaturally    beautiful,    unique    essence    that’s    incredibly    hard    to    replicate.    boys        +        men    alike    in    town    are    somehow    both    reviled        +        intrigued    by    her,    with    her    rough    tongue        /        strength    unlike    any    seen    before        /        piercing    gaze,    slightest    quirk    of    her    mouth    in    a    smirk    that    makes    you    feel    like    she’s    playing    a    joke    on    you,        +        you’re    well    out    of    the    loop.

she’s    seventeen    when    it    happens,    when    riyan    dies    in    a    tragic    accident.    she’s    lucky    enough    to    be    well    away    from    the    forge,    to    hear    of    it    rather    than    see    it        /        to    mourn    it,    rather    than    be    scarred    by    it.    gaping    wound    of    it    all    is    felt    to    the    bone,    especially    when    her    mother    stares    stricken    at    his    forge            —            family    income    depends    on    its    operation,    on    someone    stoking    a    fire        &        making    magic    from    scraps.    bless    her    heart,    majella’s    too    delicate    for    the    work        …        +        so    it    goes    untouched    for    a    week,    cold,    formidable.    neither    of    them    can    dare    to    look    at    it        ;        majella    is    the    one    to    delicately    broach    the    topic    of    selling    it,    finding    money    somewhere    else.

oh,    but    she’s    spent    years    watching        /        waiting        /        helping,    she    knows    how    to    work    the    entire    damn    thing    better    than    any    man    in    the    fuckin’    town.    something    of    a    birthright    takes    proper    shape    when    she    steps    up        …        christ,    she’s    good    at    what    she    does.        (        knows    it,    too,    just    how    brilliant    she    is.    every    day,    as    sweat    beads    on    her    brow        +        hands    roughen    exponentially        )        curious,    how    business    seems    to    BOOM    twice    as    hard    when    daughter    takes    over    father’s    mantel,    carries    on    a    legacy    that    was    never    intended    to    be    cut    quite    as    short    as    it    was.

there    are    good    things,        +        bad    things,    about    being    the    kind    of    woman    with    a    reputation.    it    keeps    her    family    well    fed        /        it    draws    attention,    whether    she    wants    it    or    not.    case    in    point:        it’s    a    cold,    sunny    day    when    he    rolls    into    town,    slick        +        effortlessly    charming.    he    makes    no    effort    to    disguise    the    way    he    glances    at    her,    sleeves    rolled    up        +        mouth    alight    with    overworked    unkindness.            (            “are    ye’    goin’    to    stand    around    all    feckin’    day,    or    are    ye’    goin’    t’buy    somethin’?”            )            oh,    if    only    it    scared    him    off            …            rather,    resistance    incites    him    to    what    comes    next.

(            he    does    it    in    the    middle    of    the    night,    the    coward.    sneaks    in    through    an    open    window,    steals    her    out    of    her    bed.    all    manner    of    horrors,    does    he    inflict    on    her,        +        biting    her    is    somehow    the    best    of    them.            )

killing    him,        +        his    cronies,    is    a    goddamned    delight.        (        she’s    always    been    strong,    but    never    like    this        …        so    unquenchable,    nothing    tires    her        /        nothing    stops    her,    not    even    the    feverish    hunger    that    sancar    had    tried    so    fruitlessly    to    keep    up    with.        )        not    even    six    months    old    when    she    takes    her    vengeance        /        when    taylor    swift    wrote,    give    me    back    my    girlhood,    it    was    mine    first            …            same    feeling    as    the    adrenaline    that    courses    so    swiftly    through    her    veins    as    she    dispatches    of    the    fuckin’    abomination    that    stole    hers.

returning    to    dublin    is    too    hard,    too    much    of    a    red    -    raw    ache        ;        instead,    she    travels.    europe    is    vast,        +        she    has    all    the    time    in    the    world.    a    brief    stint    in    england,    one    in    france        /        a    longer    stay    in    italy,    nearly    a    year,    where    she    picks    at    the    volturi    in    an    attempt    to    wrap    her    head    around    their    impossible    gifts,    their    laws    constructed    out    of    thin    air.        (        never    once    does    she    consider    that    she    might    possess    her    own,    that    there    are    forces    beyond    her    control    but    not    out    of    her    manipulation.        )

it    takes    years,    to    muster    up    the    courage    to    return    home        ;        it’s    with    a    quiet,    determined    wish    that    she    does.        (        ethel    cain    had    it    right:        love’s    out    there,        +        she    can’t    leave    it    be.        )        it    takes    approximately    two    months    to    find    him,    newborn        +        feral    around    the    edges,    such    a    similar    position    to    her    early    years        /        nowhere    near    as    strong            —            he’s    softer,    kinder.        liam,    he    introduces    himself    as.        (        it’s    interesting,    how    he    doesn’t    look    at    her    like    something    to    be        …        coveted,    a    possession    to    sit    on    a    shelf.    he    looks    at    her    like    she’s    the    goddamned    sun,        +        it    makes    her    heart    pinwheel.        )        she’s    met    other    covens    before,    but    having    her    own        …        it    feels    like    the    first    time    she    stood    at    her    father’s    forge,    turned    rough    scrap    into    something    beautiful,    something    she    could    be    proud    of.    it    feels    like    home.

she    doesn’t    mean    to    fall    in    love    with    him.    really,    she    doesn’t            —            it’s    just    so    goddamned    hard    not    to.    when    you    know,    you    know        …        +        siobhan’s    known    since    their    fifth    year    together,    when    their    hands    brushed        +        it    felt    like    electricity    down    her    spine.    

they    get    engaged    in    1822,    a    gorgeous    affair    that    leaves    her    breathless        +        weeping    the    minute    he    bends    on    one    knee.        (        to    this    day,    they’ve    not    yet    gotten    married        /        she’ll    catch    herself    aching    to    call    him    her    husband,    like    her    mouth    was    made    for    the    word.    little    does    she    know    that    he’s    been    referring    to    her    as    his    wife    for    at    least    100    years    behind    her    back.        )        a    few    years    later,    they    find    her        —            maggie.    poor    little    thing,    she’s    skin        +        bones    when    they    stumble    across    her,        +        she    knows    they’re    lying    about    who    they    are,    what    they    are.    in    all    her    years,    it’s    the    first    time    siobhan’s    ever    been    recognised    instantly        ;        sparks    a    sense    of    intrigue    that    she    doesn’t    shake,    can’t    get    rid    of.

she    discusses    it    with    liam,    of    course,    the    idea    of    adding    maggie    to    the    coven.        (        to    the    family,    is    what    goes    unsaid,    but    not    unconsidered.        )        she    has    an    insurmountable    fondness    for    the    spindly    girl    they’re    looking    after,    an    interest    in    the    percipient    spark    behind    her    eyes.    ultimately,    she    makes    it    maggie’s    choice:        she    asks,    in    the    plainest    terms    she    can    muster,    whether    she’d    be    interested    in    something    better.        have    you    ever    wanted    to    be    a    god,    girl      ?        (        what    other    answer    is    there,    when    you    put    it    like    that        ?        )

she    never    thought    a    family    would    be    on    the    cards        /        never    thought    that    love    was    made    for    her,    soft,    sweet    thing    that    it    is.    she’d    never    have    imagined,    in    her    wildest    dreams,    that    she’d    get    to    spend    eternity    in    adoration    of    people    she’s    come    to    hold    in    the    highest    regard.    she    doesn’t    mind    the    constant    traveling,    the    reinvention    of    self    that    comes    with    it        ;        home    has    long    since    stopped    being    a    place,        +        more    so    people.    liam        +        maggie,    they’re    the    best    home    she    could    ask    for.

༊*·˚࿐　　　　✞　　　　𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁    𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴,        or:        personal.

nicknamed    shiv        ;        partly    because    she    likes    knives,    partly    because    her    family    are    fully    aware    that    she    could    disembowel    a    man    with    her    fingernails.    rocking    the    ‘looks    sweet    as    hell    but    would    not    hesitate    to    end    you’    vibe        !        

girlie    is    fucking    jacked.    it’s    so    important    that    everybody    knows    how    MUSCULAR    she    is        <333        blacksmith’s    daughter    vibes        …        she’s    so    strong.    she’s    so    sexy.    she’s    so    fucking    tall.    liam    come    get    ur    6’0    girl    before    i    do-

fiercely    protective    of    the    ones    she    loves.    absolutely    nobody    has    lived    to    tell    the    tale    of    how    they    threatened    liam    or    maggie,        &        survived.

speaking    of    liam        <333        she        +        liam    have    been    engaged    since    the    1820s.    they’re    so    in    love,        &        so    fucking    annoying        <333333        they    haven’t    made    any    progress    towards    an    actual    wedding,        +        make    it    an    art    form    to    bicker    over    the    details    of    the    event.        (        it’s    not    like    it    matters,    given    they’ve    been    together    for    well    over    350    years    now.    everyone    around    them    is    begging    them    to    get    an    event    planner.        )

[baxterkairos]

CLIMATE CHANGE, THE CHANGE THAT CAUSETH THE CHANGE, May 15, 2026

Climate change is widely believed to be the cause of man’s reckless act towards nature, which has caused a drastic change in weather patterns, such as intense catastrophes.

However, God has absolute power and control over all forces of nature, and none can ever stay His hands.

DANIEL 4:35 …he DOETH according to his WILL in the army of heaven… NONE can STAY HIS HAND, or say unto him, WHAT DOEST THOU?

JOB 37:6, 9, 12-13

(6) For he saith to the SNOW, Be thou on the earth…

(9) Out of the south cometh the WHIRLWIND: and COLD out of the north.

(12) And it is TURNED round about by his COUNSELS: that they may DO whatsoever he COMMANDETH them…

(13) HE CAUSETH it to COME, whether for CORRECTION, or for his land, or for MERCY.

JOB 38:22-23

(22) Hast thou entered into the treasures of the SNOW? or… the treasures of the HAIL,

(23) Which I have RESERVED against the TIME OF TROUBLE, against the day of battle and war?

Humans are somehow a contributing factor of climate change, however, all changes in nature, whether in the land, sea, or air, were solely an act of God.

DANIEL 2:21 And HE CHANGETH the TIMES and the SEASONS…

One of the most important numbers in climate change is 1.5 C, which is the global warming threshold for the earth to possibly be considered a safe habitation.

°F = °C x 1.8 (EQUIVALENT RATIO OF CHANGE FORMULA)

1.5 °C x 1.8 = 2.7 °F

These figures exactly derive from the number of the beast (Revelation 13:18).

REVELATION 13:18 Here is WISDOM… COUNT the NUMBER of the beast… his number is SIX HUNDRED THREESCORE AND SIX.

6 + 6 + 6 = 18 6 x 6 x 6 = 216

13 + 83 = 513 21 + 6 = 27

5 x 1 x 3 = 15

God used the number of the enemies to return their ways to their own heads (Obadiah 15).

The Roman numeral of number 15 is XV.

X – 24, V – 22

24 + 22 = 46 (4 + 6 =10)

Taking the cube of numbers 1-10 as per digit will give a sum of 2026, the exact year of Christ’s return.

Along with the climate change, God likewise imparted other signs of the times that will transpire prior to Christ’s Second Advent (Luke 21:9-11).

MATTHEW 16:1-4

(1) The Pharisees also with the Sadducees came… desired him that he would SHEW them a SIGN from HEAVEN.

(2) …When it is evening, ye say, It will be fair weather: for the sky is red.

(3) …ye can DISCERN the face of the SKY; but can ye NOT DISCERN the SIGNS of the TIMES?

(4) …there shall no sign be given unto it, but the SIGN of the prophet JONAS…

Herewith, God gave His appointed time in the days of Jonah, for it heralds Christ’s return.

JONAH 3:1-4

2 – SECOND time (verse 1) 1 – a DAY’S journey (verse 4)

3 – THREE DAYS’ journey (verse 3) 40 – FORTY days (verse 4)

2 + 3 + 1 + 40 = 46 (4 + 6 = 10)

Taking the cube of numbers 1-10 as per digit will give a sum of 2026, the exact year of Christ’s return.

God has beforehand enlightened His people that all His promises are conditional, which means that man should first be found faithful to all His commandments, otherwise, all God’s curses will surely be poured (Deuteronomy 28:1-2, 15, 59, 63, 66-67).

In these last days, God’s wrath, unmixed with mercy, will prompt a terrible climate change, which is the ultimate cause of earth’s impending doom, for man changed the glory of God to other gods (Jeremiah 2:11), changed the truth into a lie (Romans 1:25), and changed and broken the covenant of God (Isaiah 24:4-6).

REVELATION 11:18 And the nations were angry, and thy wrath is come… and shouldest DESTROY THEM which DESTROY the EARTH.

“…ALL LIFE on the planet BEGINS and ENDS with GOD, anything we do to try to save the earth will ultimately be FUTILE… the Creator has given into our charge until the FULLNESS of TIME is COMPLETED.” (TEN COMMANDMENTS FOR THE ENVIRONMENT, POPE BENEDICTS XVI, Speaks Out For Creation and Justice, Woodeene Koenig-Bricker, 97-98)

TO GOD BE THE GLORY!

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The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Part 3 (of 4) Chapter 29 (of 50) Page 471 (of 913)

The Epanchin family, or at least the more serious members of it, were sometimes grieved because they seemed so unlike the rest of the world. They were not quite cer- tain, but had at times a strong suspicion that things did not happen to them as they did to other people.

Others led a quiet, uneventful life, while they were subject to continual upheavals. Others kept on the rails without difficulty; they ran off at the slightest obstacle. Other houses were governed by a timid routine; theirs was somehow different.

Perhaps Lizabetha Prokofievna was alone in making these fretful observations; the girls, though not wanting in intelligence, were still young; the general was intelligent, too, but narrow, and in any difficulty he was content to say, ‘H’m!’ and leave the matter to his wife.

Consequently, on her fell the responsibility. It was not that they distinguished themselves as a family by any particular originality, or that their excursions off the track led to any breach of the proprieties. Oh no. There was nothing premeditated, there was not even any conscious purpose in it all, and yet, in spite of everything, the family, although highly respected, was not quite what every highly respected family ought to be.

For a long time now Lizabetha Prokofievna had had it in her mind that all the trouble was owing to her ‘unfortunate character, ‘and this added to her distress. She blamed her own stupid unconventional ‘eccentricity.’

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Chapter 1 | Pages 471-492 Chapter 2 | Pages 493-512 Chapter 3 | Pages 513-536 Chapter 4 | Pages 537-559 Chapter 5 | Pages 560-579 Chapter 6 | Pages 580-603 Chapter 7 | Pages 604-624 Chapter 8 | Pages 625-644 Chapter 9 | Pages 645-665 Chapter 10 | Pages 666-675

[linghuxcourtyard]

Snack Catalog #513

mung bean pastry / 綠豆椪

Vegan/ From office snack

I used to like these very much, even made them myself and the ones right out of the oven are divine!

but somehow a lot of the vegan ones aren't very good, the filling tend to be dry or the mushroom filling was not salty enough to contrast the mung bean filling...

I've made much better vegan ones than these. I was not really a fan for this brand.

[allay-uxini]

It somehow only has 513 views on YouTube

my love letter to wizard scar from last life (eng subs)

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I posted 44,392 times in 2022

That's 3,249 more posts than 2021!

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#i'd be curious his thoughts on deer park water since it's also bottled by the same co and is supposed to be a similar concept to zephyrhills

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Egotober, Day 22: Bury/Buried

Time reclaims us all

66 notes - Posted October 22, 2022

#4

(ISWM ficlet, Noir x Reader. Reblogs are hella appreciated!)

Your first thought after stepping out of your pod into the newly colored world is one of continued confusion as to what the hell is even happening. Your second thought, as Mark casually exits his, is Oh...he looks good. You almost want to go over and adjust his tie just so you have an excuse to get closer, but you’re startled to hear what sounds like his thoughts clear as day. You lift your glass that is somehow in your hand on reflex to mirror him, and but you’re too distracted between the fact that you’re hearing him, plus just how gravelly his voice is, to take a drink.

“Whatever it was…” He draws out the word in a way that can only be described as inadvertently sultry, “at least the company’s nice.”

Huh?!

“Well…seems like that didn’t work out so good for us, eh, Captain?” He’s actually talking, this time, and his voice sounds the exact same as in his thoughts. You half expected his normal voice, perhaps hoping the spell on you would be broken. “Oh well.” He chuckles. “You can’t win them all.”

He hits the control panel, and the computer system starts talking. You half pay attention to what it's saying; perhaps it’s important, but you’re a bit distracted right now. You continue looking up at where the speakers presumably are, but keep glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. It doesn't seem like he can hear your thoughts like you can hear his, which you're grateful for. He doesn't need to be listening in on this.

You've always been fond of Mark; he can be a massive dork at times, but it's endearing. Frankly, your memories before joining him on this voyage are a little fuzzy, but you’re sure it doesn't really matter. He's well-meaning, despite his pitfalls, and sometimes he's pulled off acting smooth in the past, although with varying degrees of success. Certainly at least made you giggle.

But now? Now he's suddenly consistently much more suave, and it's really throwing you for a loop (pun not intended). You're assuming and hoping that, thanks to the sepia tinge the world has taken, any color in your cheeks is unnoticeable. It doesn't help that he's inadvertently flirting with you in his inner monologue— And what was that about a date?! He's actually interested in you back?! The warmth in your body gets worse when you realize he's looked you up and down before taking a sip of his drink.

Somehow, you get the feeling in the back of your mind that you knew this already, that he wants (wanted? Did?) go on a date with you, but then he's talking in that smooth voice again and you lose your train of thought. In fact, it takes you a solid thirty seconds to realize something happened and he's asking you a question. Thankfully, it seems you appear more collected than you feel, so it seems he didn't suspect anything.

“Or are you just happy to see me?” That’s what he said last, you realize, and you swear there’s an undertone, but it’s probably just the way his voice is now. Was his voice always capable of doing this? Has he always been capable of affecting you like this?

This is ridiculous. You’re the captain, he’s the head engineer, and anyway you’re in the middle of a dire situation that requires your immediate attention. Losing your head won’t help you now.

…even though you’d really like to.

103 notes - Posted June 16, 2022

#3

I love watching Mark and Celci bicker, and it's probably cuz 1) it's funny how petty and childish it is, but also 2) this is the closest we've gotten to any Actor/Celine interaction (and DAMIEN doesn't count in this sense, cuz they were both way beyond petty bickering at that point)

104 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

#2

Actor steals your glasses to be a lil shit, inadvertently leading to something important.

Word count: 2,459

A/N: this originally wasn’t going to be like this ajskdjfk I started with the glasses portion and next I knew it was over 2k words.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

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Keeping yourself busy in the home of Mark Iplier between sometimes inane adventures is a necessary task to ward off boredom, a task that Mark usually does not help you with. He’s usually too busy himself, off doing who-knows-what. You’re curious, sometimes, but not terribly concerned; you like the alone time, usually. Plus, the less you see him, the less chance for snark-filled conversations to hide behind. Not that you don’t enjoy the barbed exchanges themselves, but there’s more than their face value that you are unwilling and uncertain to say aloud.

You’re not thinking about all this right now, however. Right now, you’re engaging in an artistic endeavor that you feel is much more productive than wandering around the house for the tenth time. Well, more accurately, you’re taking a break from said endeavor, standing back and trying to will new ideas into your mind, hand on your chin and elbow propped against opposite hand resting across your chest. 

Suddenly, your glasses are pulled off your face, causing the world around you to blur. You whirl around, incredulous and confused, to find Mark Iplier himself with a shit-eating grin, holding your glasses above your head.

"Hey!" You scowl. "Give them back!"

His grin only grows. "How about...no."

Your scowl deepens, and you jump, swiping at your glasses. "Give me those!"

He snickers, holding them higher. You put more of a spring into your jumps, but even with the little progress you make, he moves them even higher. "It's cute, seeing you struggle like this."

You ignore how that sends heat to your cheeks, your frustration overlapping your fluster. "You tall asshole, I need those to see!"

"Oh, so that way you can see me? I'm flattered."

Why does he have to say shit like that— Makes you want to fight him more than you already do right now. "I can see you well enough," you snark, still jumping. "Don't need my glasses to see you bein' rude."

"My dear, you wound me." He presses his free hand against his chest dramatically. You roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I don't just kick your shins in and call it a day."

Mark pretends to think. "There's an easier way to get your glasses back."

You finally stop jumping and cross your arms, eyes narrowing. "And just what, pray tell, might that be."

He smiles smugly. "Kiss me."

Immediately, your entire body flares with warmth, staring up at him in shock. "Excuse me?!"

"You heard me." He leans down a little. "Kiss me, and I'll let you have them back."

“You can’t be serious.” You’re stalling. “ There’s gotta be a catch.” (As if the kiss wasn’t a catch enough.)

“No catch.” Mark raises his eyebrows, wiggling them like a doofus. “Unless you want to catch your glasses.”

You huff and look away. “Absolutely not.” 

It surprises you that there is a degree of sincerity in his face and in his tone, despite his cockiness, but you don’t know if you’re misreading the situation. You don’t think you are, but you don’t trust yourself. For multiple reasons, actually. 

You’re quiet for what feels like far too long; you can’t tell when nervousness exaggerates your perception of things. "You can keep them." You hope he can't hear your heart beating out of your chest, because that would betray everything.

“What?”

There’s genuine surprise laced into his voice, and it makes you panic a little, because was that a wrong answer? He was actually expecting you to do it? You can’t look at him correctly, eyes jumping all over, sometimes down to his lips, barely catching yourself. “Y-yeah, just keep ‘em. I’ve— I’ve got more.” 

You don’t. You’re lying, because despite the underlying fact that maybe you do kinda want to kiss him, every fiber of your being also wants to be anywhere but here. It’s a conflict you don’t want to be part of.

…Oh. Oh no. Was that hurt in his voice?

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149 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

*sticks my poor little meow meow in the washing machine and watches him spin*

149 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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WHOOPS I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS WAY SOONERRRR how did i manage to post more this year than last year abdnsndnjsjs gotta love how the percentages don't add up correctly cuz they don't do decimals 😂 and also that video and kitty tags far outpace the third tag which I'm surprised is my personal aesthetic tag (but in retrospect I guess i shouldn't be). Also i love that my top post this year was about throwing a fave in the washing machine, thanks u guys <3 AMD THE FACT TJAT IT'S TIED WITH MY ACTOR FIC amazing. It looks like that's the only non-fandom specific post in the top five, too. (I still can't believe that fic is the longest MarkCU fic I've ever written, and maybe the second longest fic I've written period). Thank you guys, but also a majority of the people who helped make this possible don't even follow me so this is just me boasting about how I managed to get some reach in this hellsite i guess lmao. Here's to another year!

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