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rs-hawk · 4 months ago

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I don't think i can explain to you the near-boundless giddy excitement I got form seeing EJ on that creeptober list of yours. (If it's not obvious, he might just be my favourite, snort) Looking forward to all of em tho ~!!

He’s GREAT. I used to have so many head cannons about him since so little is actually known. This story is actually based off my hc about his origin. I hope you enjoy!

Creeptober: Day Three

Eyeless Jack’s Obsession

Yandere! Eyeless Jack x AFAB Reader

CW: horror themes, stalking, blood, pain, death (not of reader), hypnosis, breeding, etc

Eyeless Jack was once an ordinary spirit. He lived his afterlife the way most spirits do. Bored and alone. However, that all changed when you bought the mansion in which he resided.

You moved in without ever seeing the place in person, which you soon regretted. The entire place gave you a creepy vibe that made the pit of your stomach twist into knots. At all times it felt like something was watching you. Stalking you. Filling every room with its presence.

And he was. Jack was following you no matter where you went in the house. It was like you were a drug and he was an addict. Being around you made him feel almost alive again. And the more alive he felt, the more he could interact with the physical world.

Soon he was moving things. Taking things from you. You noticed but kept trying to brush it off. You hoped thought that you were going a little crazy. After all, you worked a remote job and lived in this big creepy house all by yourself. You were supposed to fix it up and sell it for your aunt, who hadn’t lived here in decades, but it was hard. Even with the money she gave you, you struggled to make up the remainder.

Eventually though, you did, and construction started. You still lived in the loft like area that was once an attic while the crews worked downstairs. Unfortunately for the construction workers you hired, Eyeless Jack wasn’t as enthused with the intrusion into your space as you were.

On the very first day, a ladder fell over, nearly killing one of the roofers. He was fine, but he refused to return as he said he was pushed. The next time a ladder fell, a few days later, someone did die.

You heard the screaming and the sound of a body hitting the concrete. It took you a few minutes to rush downstairs. Terror filling your body. Did someone really just die on your aunt’s property? Holy fuck. How would you be able to keep living here? That poor man and his family.

While you were panicked, Jack was ecstatic. He hoped now you would send all these other people away so it could just be the two of you again. All he wanted was to be able to have you all to himself again. As he watched you panic, and the other workers calling the cops or trying to scrape their dead friend’s body off the concrete, he realized that he had blood on his hands.

For a few moments, he just stared at it. Vague memories of being alive and kicking blood from a cut on his finger drifted through his mind, but nothing solid. It was too long ago. Too hard to remember. Yet, his tongue darted out to flick across his palm.

The blood in his mouth solidified some of the memories, and made him feel almost alive. In a frenzy, he licked the blood from both of his hands, the coppery and metallic taste filling his mouth. His eyes glazed over and all he could think of was getting more blood. How much could he touch then? Could he touch you?

The next few days were a blur for you as you worked with the company and your home owners insurance to work out the logistics of the worker’s accident. Everyone saw that he just fell. The ladder was properly secured. No one was messing with it. He was acting responsibly. He wasn’t impaired or intoxicated. It was a freak accident.

But you knew. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you knew. It was because of that disturbing presence in the house.

You decided that you wanted the renovations done as quickly as possible, so after getting some of your money back from the previous company, you hired another. And another. And another. Every time, someone died. It was horrifying. One man came to your house just to survey the land and came across a missing roofer. He looked like he had been ripped open with a man’s bear hands, and, to both your and the surveyer’s horror, all of his organs were missing.

That night you called your aunt and told her that you were done. In the morning, you were leaving. She didn’t even try to protest after you told her everything that had happened. Jack, having over heard your conversation, was furious. He couldn’t lose you.

Over the past few months, he had undergone a transformation. Every bit of human flesh he consumed made him more solidified. More tangible. More alive. However, his face has become mutated and disturbing. Where his eyes once were, were just empty chasms, dripping black blood. His skin turned to a disturbing shade of ashy gray. So, to prevent your terror as much as he could, he carved a mask out of a piece what used to be a blue shelf. Now there was no reason for you to rebuff his affection.

When he made his way up to your room, you were on your laptop. In seconds, he tossed it from your lap, and your phone was pushed off the bed. He was on his knees on the foot of the bed, leaning over you, caging you in with his arms.

A scream welled up in your throat as the black holes bore into your eyes, but a muttering voice soothed the fear away. Your brain turned fuzzy. It was like you couldn’t think for yourself. He tilted his head, which you mimicked.

“A pretty puppet,” he purred, stroking the side of your face with one of his hands.

You couldn’t think of anything. It was like his eyes had drawn every thought or ounce of individualism from your skull. When he told you to take off your clothes, you did. When he told you to lay down, you did. You couldn’t see his mouth, and his voice seemed to come from everywhere, but you knew that it was him talking.

“Make sure your pussy is good and wet for me,” he instructed, and you obliged.

You began to finger yourself, using your other hand to play with your clit. The soft whimpers and moans that escaped your lips had him gritting his teeth behind his mask. He wanted to take you so badly, but he also wanted it to be perfect for you. His little morsel. He wanted to be apart of you. For you to be apart of him. Forever.

Once your juices began to drip onto your sheets, he finally cooed at you to stop. You did. Despite the frustration and throbbing of your pussy. He was still caging you in with his arms, his form nearly engulfing you. After a moment of watching you squirm, your neglected cunt clenching around nothing, he eased back. Unzipping his pants, and pulling down his boxers, his hard and throbbing cock was shown to you.

Once his hypnotic gaze was broken, your mind began to flood back to you, and the sight of something so massive made you try to scamper back on the bed. However, your loving Eyeless Jack realized that his hold had been broken and grabbed your face, forcing your gazes to lock. Once again, anything in your mind seemed to melt away.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed. And you did.

He slowly slid inside of you, watching your face intensely as it contorted in pain and pleasure. He stretched you out to the point that you felt like you’d burst. Your walls were still throbbing with need, forcing you to clench around him. Clearly to his immense pleasure.

“There we go. Mine. So good for me,” he moaned as he finally sank his cock deep inside of you, his eyes flickering away from your face for just a moment to see how your stomach extended from his cock.

When his gaze returned to you, he saw tears in the corner of your eyes. “Don’t worry. You’ll get used to me, won’t you?” he promised, cupping your cheek almost tenderly again. You nodded obediently.

He was only slow for a few thrusts before losing what little of his kind remained. It was clear he wanted to care about your pleasure, but the decades of death and isolation left him desperate for the comfort and warmth your pussy brought him. The tip of his cock slammed against your cervix repeatedly, making you wince. He muttered out apologies, but never stopped. Never slowed down.

His cock ripped you slightly, blood beading along your tender lips. He muttered out another apology about how he’d make it up to you, and all you could do was whisper out an “okay”. It took hours for him to finish, and when he did, he slammed himself deeply inside of you, his cum pumping directly into your womb.

“There we are. Now I’ll always be apart of you,” he smiled, pulling up his mask to press a kiss to your forehead before disappearing.

As your mind came back to you, you winced at the pain, but wondered with a twisted hunger if he would come back for you.

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gingiesworld · 1 year ago

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Fatal Attraction

Chapter One

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader/ Wanda Maximoff x Jarvis Stark

Warnings : Fluff. Angst.

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda Maximoff, was known as Jarvis Stark's new wife, and NYU graduate, that was all. Once Jarvis had gotten a job at his father's company, Wanda had quickly adjusted to the stay at home housewife. Even after she had done her morning chores and meal preps, she wasted a majority of the day either sitting on the sofa watching TV or just staring out of the window at the bustling city below. Even her latest conversations with Jarvis made her want to retreat from him.

"I think we should try for a baby." He told her as her eyes widened.

"What?" She almost yelled across the table from him.

"We're married now." He stated.

"Barely." She told him as he shrugged.

"I have a steady job and income, we can provide for a baby Wanda." He smiled at her as she shook her head no.

"I don't want a baby Vis." She told him firmly. "I am not ready for that sort of commitment."

"We're already married, Wanda." He told her sternly as Wanda started to clear the table. "I think not being ready for commitment has already passed."

"No." She told him as she squeezed her eyes closed. "Being married is different to starting a family. We are both 22 for crying out loud."

"All the more reason to do it." He told her. "By the time they will be off to college we will just be pushing passed 40, an age to start living our lives again."

"I said no Jarvis." She snarled as he just sighed.

"Just think about it." He requested before he retreated to their shared room. Wanda knew exactly how she felt about the whole children's situation.

Did she see herself as a mother at some point? Yes, just not right now. Not when she has a lot of living to do.

So she made it her mission to reject every advance Jarvis had made. Denying his every need to have intimacy with her. She couldn't really sneakily go on birth control as they now had shared health insurance.

So she had done the next best thing, she had made several resumes and sent them out to multiple organisations, hoping that she may just get herself a job and a way to earn her own money and not have to rely on Jarvis's family fund.

Every day she checked the mail, hoping that she may get an acceptance letter, only receiving polite rejection letters.

"I bet you're going to tell me what the others have said huh?" She questioned as she sat with the envelope in her hand. Taking a deep breath before opening the letter and reading the black ink.

Dear Ms Maximoff

Thank you for your resume, and I am afraid that all departments have been filled. Although, I do have an assistant about to go on maternity leave. It is only a temporary position. If you may be interested, please contact me as soon as possible.

Many regards

Y/N Y/L/N

CEO

Wanda was fast to dial up the number provided, although she had waited for half an hour until she was put through to Y/N.

"Y/N Y/L/N, how may I help you?" They answered.

"Hi, Mx Y/L/N, it's Wanda Maximoff." She rambled nervously. "I was just calling up about the temp position you have available?"

"Hi, Ms Maximoff." They spoke cheerfully. "I do have a full week this week but maybe if you can stop by the office at noon? I have 30 minutes spare for lunch if you're free to do your interview then."

"Yes." Wanda answered excitedly. "Of course."

"Perfect." They answered her. "I shall see you at noon. Don't be late." With that they hung up, just before Wanda squealed. She was excited to have a job prospect so soon, but her excitement didn't last too long when Jarvis came inside with one of her resumes in his hand.

"You know, we have been looking to fill some spots in our tech department and when I noticed this on my desk of potential candidates, I thought that couldn't be my Wanda Maximoff but there is only one Wanda Maximoff in New York." He slammed the paper on the table before him. "What are you even doing Wanda?"

"I am looking for a job." She told him.

"You don't need a job." He told her.

"No, but I want a job." She told him. "I am sick and tired of living the same routine every day. It gets extremely lonely."

"Maybe if we try." He started as Wanda interrupted him.

"I already told you no Jarvis!" She yelled. "I am not ready to be a mother!"

"No one is truly ready to be a parent dear." He tried to approach her when she stepped back.

"No." She told him firmly. "I don't want a baby. Not now."

"Wanda! This is something that is expected when we marry." He told her as she laughed.

"We are not living in the 50s!" She told him. "It is my body and I do not want a child."

"It has to be done Wanda." He told her.

"No it doesn't!" She shouted, starting to get angry with every second he wasn't listening to her. "I am 22, freshly out of college, I should be out partying with friends, working a job I hate to try and make ends meet."

"But you don't have to do any of that." He told her.

"Because we have your father's money?" She spoke with a raised brow. "I want to be able to earn my own way Vis, so please just let me." He just nodded as he walked away, leaving Wanda to clean up the dinner that neither had the appetite to eat.

The next day, Wanda was getting ready for her interview with Y/N. She was extremely nervous as she hasn't had a job since she worked part time in high school at the local cafè. So she made sure she was at the building earlier, sipping on a coffee as she waited for Y/N, already being informed that they were in a meeting.

She soon perked up when a door opened and a large group of people left the room. Waiting to see what Y/N looks like.

"Ms Maximoff." They spoke up as they spotted Wanda. "Follow me." She was fast to follow them into their office. Admiring the view from behind them as they sat at their desk. "So, your resume was quite."

"I know, I haven't really had a job since high school." She told them. "But I graduated at the top of my class in college."

"And you are married." They pointed out as they noticed the gold band on her finger. "And you're 22."

"My husband and I have been together since high school." She told them as they smiled softly.

"Well, he is a very lucky guy." They told her before looking at her seriously. "So, why do you want this job?" They asked her.

"Well, I want to be able to make something of myself, earn my own way." She told them. "It's just that Jarvis expects me to stay at home and birth his children but I don't want that."

"You want to be independent." They pointed out as she nodded. "So why did you marry him?"

"I love him." She answered easily, although at that moment, the words felt like a foreign language on her tongue.

"As easy as that." They pried before realising Wanda's unsure gaze. "Forgive me, that was out of line."

"No." She waved them off before looking up again.

"Well, I guess I can have you start on Monday, Jean will show you the ropes before she leaves on Friday." They told her with a smile.

"I got the job?" She asked them, with shock and confusion in her eyes.

"You got the job." They smiled as she squealed. "Just leave your details, social security number and bank account details with Jean."

"Thank you so much Y/N." She stood up as Y/N walked around the desk.

"Be here Monday, 8am." They smiled at her before opening the door for her, the two approaching Jean. "Do you have the files for my next meeting?" She handed them an A4 manilla file. "Also, can you sort out Ms Maximoff's details for your temporary replacement. She will be shadowing you next week before you leave us to have this little guy." Jean nodded with a smile before Y/N had disappeared down the hall and into the elevator.

"They aren't the easiest to work for." Jean told her. "They are perfectionists."

"I can see that." Wanda smiled as she handed over the appropriate papers.

"But they are loyal to their employees." Jean told her. "That is one thing I can say about them." Wanda was fascinated by them, only meeting them briefly but seeing how smart and sophisticated they seemed. It only drew her in, needing to know more. She found herself thinking about them, even when she was laying in bed at night beside her husband. Her thoughts were innocent but she still felt guilty.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years ago

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plsplspls can i request some norman fluff i am hyperfixating on him again 🫶🏼🥲

I was going to write this last night but got tired and have so many thoughts about norman that I wanted to be fully rested. Norman Bates you will always be famous to me bbg

Norman Bates makes me insane

If you want domestic life with a slasher, Norman is the closest you will get in my opinion. Aside from his mother, he truly is just the calmest man who gets anxiety with any kind of flirtation.

Say you meet at the diner when he goes out once. He's the town oddball. The kook. Everyone knows that after his mother died and the highway was moved, everything slightly altered in him

and you move into town and you get a job as a waitress and Norman is the nicest of your regulars. he always comes once a week to get out of the house, never stays for long because he has so much to do, and always gets the same thing.

"Eggs overeasy today Norman?" you tease. His cheeks flush as he goes to correct you, never once blaming you for potentially getting his order wrong.

"Oh u-"

"Scrambled Norman. I know, I was just pulling your leg." He flushes and smiles. He nods.

"Thank you." You maneuvered around him and to the back, dropping off his order. After he had cleared his plate he waited patiently for you to come around with his check. You always came in a timely manor and told him briefly about things that had happened over the week in town.

Today when you came back around, you had a particular smile on your face.

"Your breakfast is on me this morning Norman," you declared. He gave you a confused look. "On one condition." He cleared his throat, nodding for you to go one. "I get to come see your hotel and we have dinner over there."

a DATEEEE??????????

Norman Bates went a deep shade of red and then smiled. He had the most innocent smile on his face, you never would have guessed anything was wrong with him. In the moment he completely forgot about his mother.

he accepted gratefully, saying he would pick things up special. You promised to be by the next day around 5.

you came by the next day and Norman had never seen someone so beautiful. He saw you in your work clothes, your apron usually covered in the muck of your morning.

you were wearing something you thought date appropriate and he had gotten one of his better sweaters out of the back of his closet. One of the ones his mother had gotten for him to wear out.

He was cagey at the dinner.

You couldn't even glance up the stairs. He was already disobeying by having you in the house. But he wasn't cagey enough to deter you from having a good time.

Norman was shy but he had great conversation. All the people who came by his hotel made for great stories. You brought stories from the diner, from before you had moved out there

You noted he didn't have any help out there and he was clearly a busy man.

'Norman have you ever thought about hiring help?"

"Who would be my waitress?"

"I can make you eggs here!"

it was a bad idea. horrible even. Norman knew this but his desire to have you around was so strong, even if it wasn't technically safe for you. How long could he hold his mother back? What if he insured you were always here when someone else was, when there were people in the motel?

He started to try and find reasons to keep you around. Things that needed to be done but not necessarily as soon as he was having you do them.

You helped him paint the outside of the motel. You changed the bulbs in the sign. You got new linens and looked through the logbook for frequent fliers and silly fake names.

Norman couldn't shake it though. His mother would always be there to argue the worst of you. Even if you were helping him and not harming him, even if you hadn't made any actual move.

he wanted to kill his mother. but she was a shut in, she had no one else to help her! he was trapped in a cage of her making, one he could not leave. the dutiful son.

he made the first move. He wanted to kiss you silly since the first time he had seen you, imagining how your lips tasted in shameful nights.

You were helping him in the office. He was back in the parlor while you sat at the desk out-front. You had just checked in a couple, clearly people who were not currently married to each other.

They had used ridiculous fake names. Norman walked back to the front of the room. He looked particularly handsome, wearing a white button up shirt tucked in his slacks.

"If we were fake married, what would our names be?" you questioned. Norman took a bite of the apple in his hand and shrugged. He leaned against the desk.

"Mr and Mrs Disney," he suggested. You nodded slowly.

"Mr and Mrs Flinstone."

"Too one the nose. That show just premiered," he suggested." He looked over your shoulder at the log book. He had gotten so used to having you around, so comfortable with your presence. He liked imaginig the two of you as a married couple. The Bates Motel with two Bates once again.

"Mr and Mrs Disney it is," you teased. You looked up at him and he was so close, his face just hovering beside yours. You smiled cheekily.

Before you had even comprehended it, he had kissed you.

Norman wanted that life. He liked the idea of that life. Maybe his mother would be okay with it if you were married. Maybe he could sway her.

Without even knowing it, you had helped him muster courage to fight his mother. A problem you barely knew existed. You had heard her, you had thought it was weird you had never seen her, but you trusted Norman.

A ring on your finger would be so nice, he thought. So nice.

Finally put a cork in the townsfolks mouths.

Norman took a wife?

#i need to be his wife #norman bates x reader #norman bates imagines #norman bates x fem!reader #psycho imagines #slasher imagines #black balloons tag #technically it's just fluff but i feel like i went hard with that mother thing lol

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granulesofsand · 4 months ago

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Making a list of all things I’m looking forward to about having an apartment. It’ll be a while before we can actually afford one, but it keeps me motivated.

Morning chores make me sick. I know they have to be done with work his many bodies in the room, but having a time limit and little leeway forces me to overwork our body. (We do dishes, tables, and sweep and mop every floor space not behind a door. It’s never clean, but we have permission to only do it once a day — it takes us two hours.)

We can buy our own food. We have food stamps for our area, so we can at least make salads and stuff without getting in trouble. Utilities are something else, but we’re stingy at this point so it should be tolerable (AC and water scare me, but some places include that or estimate the budget).

Laundry. Fair chance that won’t be too soon, but I want to do my laundry whenever I feel like it and not have to drag it to the laundromat every time.

There’s a church around here that helps furnish apartments, so we could probably get something to sleep on soon. The beds here have actual mattresses, but one day we’ll save up and be able to afford our own.

Not having to clean the bathroom every day will also be so nice, provided future roommates aren’t too uptight about it.

Leaving and coming home whenever we want, not having to worry about missing jobs or putting lives at stake cause we just couldn’t make it to work.

Not getting booted for missing chores or not being dressed on time.

I wonder if we could get a microwave. Some places have kitchen areas, and we have our one pot that we defend like it’s made of gold. An oven! Roast meat and baked goods whenever I have the foresight.

We might have a room to ourselves. That would be so nice. We could maybe talk out loud and leave notes for each other. We kinda like sharing a room with multiple bodies, but just one other sets us on edge if we don’t know them. I can think of some other things I’d like to do with our own room.

We would have an income and an address. We could get mail without others going through it, apply for aid, start a savings account — the savings account would be as soon as we had enough money to avoid monthly fees, so probably before an apartment even.

We could have a real budget, maybe even have fun money for coffee and headphones and the like.

We could go to college again! Our plans are always changing on that because we need to be alive to go to school, but a permanent address in this county would enable us to take classes at the community college right here (and we could keep our friends!)

Driving lessons. There’s a place that offers them in the county, but we’ve not had the money for it. Once we have stable housing, we can start saving for goals. A car, eventually!

We’ve had some good interviews lately, and we’ll start applying again Monday. That income is a huge determiner for getting out of here and getting our shit together. Gotta look into the PCP again, find someone who’ll take our insurance. That’ll start the process for (re)documenting our disabilities, which we need for aid and accommodations.

I really want to prepare for apartment life instead of street life. I can see how I want it to come together. Please please please let us get a job soon

#homeless #osddid #cdd inclusivity #disability #suggestive

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notsocheezy · 1 month ago

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Brain Curd #290

Brain Curds are lightly edited daily writing - usually flash fiction and sometimes terrible on purpose. This is not fiction.

How the hell is it 2025? It’s been ten years since it became the future and we still don’t have flying cars, thank goddess. You can just imagine the fatal explosions we’d be seeing if Elon marketed hovercraft.

So yeah, things may not be so great, but we gotta count our blessings. For one, health insurers got inexplicably slightly less greedy last month. No idea how that happened, but whatever it is we should be doing more of it. There’s also a new Nintendo console launch just on the horizon, and I want to be excited about something for once so don’t ruin this for me.

I think in terms of the broader world, that might be all we have going for us. I really can’t think of anything else. But, hey, what about my very own alleged life?

My friend may be moving away, but at least it gives me an excuse to visit Hawaii. That’s a plus. And I can be proud that within the early days of this year, I will reach 300 Brain Curds, an unfathomable count of flash fiction, poems, songs, screenplay segments, and even a comic or two. I never thought I could pull something like this off, but I took it one day at a time, sometimes as few as a couple hundred words, and built this project up into a massive repository the likes of which Google Docs is ill-prepared to handle.

I don’t have a proper count, since a lot of words are caught up in screenshots, but I think I may soon hit 150,000 words. Not Alex Ritany numbers, to be sure, but it’s absolutely a record for me. A record that I have made through heartbreak, surgery, hardship, and heartbreak. That’s enough words to make up a novel or two! Y’know, if I could stay focused on one story long enough to put one together.

Which brings me to the future of this fine experiment. I don’t want to let this thing go - after all, I kinda feel like it’s the only thing I’ve got going for me. But I think 365 (I started in March, don’t give me this leap year nonsense) is a good time to take a break. If I can write every day for a whole year, I think I’ve proven to myself and everyone else that I can keep up with the writers who get paid to do it - even though I only wrote Brain Curds in my spare time between other projects. Who knows what else I’m capable of?

So, after Brain Curd #365, there’s going to be a hiatus. A week, maybe two. I may or may not keep writing every day, but you won’t be seeing all of it. And I won’t go back to daily posts after that. Expect a Monday through Friday release schedule, so I can keep some of this stuff to myself. I wouldn’t want any of you to get spoiled on something big, now would I?

Meanwhile, I’m ready for new love and a new job. Anybody hiring?

Please comment, reblog, like, and follow if you enjoyed - I'd love to know what you think! See you again tomorrow.

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gwydionmisha · 20 days ago

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Personal: I may be losing Internet Access soon

If it isn't one thing, it's another.

I am getting an error on reboot that wants me to scan the laptop. The computer complete freezes at the hardrive immanent failure message. I've no clue how to get it fixed or even checked as all the places I know that used to do it died long ago. I can reboot and go the skip scan route, but it doesn't make immanent failure of my hard drive disappear just because I'm not looking at it.

Klaus laptop's been a bit buggy the last couple of weeks, so I've been quietly backing up a few things just in case.

I was given an ancient chromebook when Aidan laptop died, but I haven't been able to boot it up in a couple of months. I can try tinkering a little in case it's sometthing obvious, but it was super limitted and can't handle even a fraction of what I do in a night.

Most of the money I was gifted at the turning of the year is spent on glasses. (Medicare buys frames, but not things like bifocals, scratch resistance and ultra lights, which I need. They literally do not make my perscription without ultra-lights and bifocals are essential at this point.) I will not rehash the December emergancy eye saga, but I needed the glasses and they are already ordered and half paid for. The rest is earmarked for things like the car tax, insurance auto-withdraw, bills. i have a little wiggle room but not much.

I have been promised housing tax money for next month. It will take most of what is coming. I would have to spend all of that and then some for a replacement lap top that could do the job. I really need something in Aidan laptop's class or better. Poor Klaus from the same company, but is smaller with less memory and older than aidan was. He's been limping along since Tavy broke Aiden.

I don't see a solution other than continueing on until complete failure unless someone can suggest a solution to hard drive failure. I likely won't even be able to borrow Squirrel's computer as I did more than half a decade ago when… Was it Charles lap top or Rupert laptop that failed? Squirrel used to work nights, so I could use their computer in a limitted way in their absense. They now work a lot less, days only. I'd only have little bits and pieces of time when they were out.

If I disapear nearly completely, this will be why.

News aggregation will likely come to a hault or near hault depending on available time as it did during the last outage. Tumblr has a bunch of preprogrammed things, and likely I can do some of that in a more limitted fashion as happened last time. It may literally take a few days after I get knocked off for me to have enough access to tell you I'm mostly gone.

I'm sorry in advance.

You've all been superheroes supporting and literally rescuing me through all the emergancies of the last few years as more and more appliances die and i keep getting suprise body blows like the housing threat that happened this Autumn.

You all mean so much to me and it really does matter a lot how many of you play with my silly polls and find my news stuff useful.

If I do lose most of my internet access, I will miss you.

I'll see if I can msnage some sort of bill juggling to make it work somehow.

If you have a line on a free or cheap decent second hand lap top, let me know.

Update about two hours after I wrote this (I was going to post later, but oh well): Functionality is markedly declining very rapidly. I'm going to have to try to bill juggle. Again. Fuck. The last time this happened things went downhill fast once the box hit this point.

#Personal

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caught-tumbling · 2 months ago

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Since insurance companies and the cruelty they bring is so public right now, I have a story.

As a teenager I was dealing with the worst mental health of my life. Insurance chose not to pay for most programs, barely covered therapy, insisted I try medications that I and my doctors knew wouldn't work, and often stopped covering medications right when they started to work. They flat out refused many many many attempts I and my family made to better my life. So I decided to end it. I didn't see another choice. I gave it a good shot if I do say so myself. It took days to stabilize me and even longer for me to wake up.

Then my insurance chose to push the hospital to discharge me while I was still half delirious. Insurance chose not to cover anything else for the visit. The hospital complied. After I finished recovering physically the policy was to move me to the psych ward to recover mentally. Since I was moved too soon I don't remember everything that went on. But I remember I wasn't the only one insurance chose to move too soon. A woman still going through withdrawal symptoms that could have killed her. A man ripping stitches because he was still supposed to be on bed rest. A dozen people discharged far before they were ready. Others begging to be let out because being there was going to bankrupt their families. The funeral of a friend after insurance chose to discharge him too soon. Not exactly the best situation to find mental stability.

When I got home I got the bill. Weeks in the hospital, all the treatment I needed to survive, the treatment that was demanded by the hospital and the law. I could have bought a house for that much money. A nice one.

I didn't expect to ever pay that bill. I knew it would follow me for as long as it was legally allowed to. I learned a lot about medical debt and collection agencies. It didn't help my recovery a damn bit. Reading that number made me more suicidal than ever, but also more terrified of failing again.

It didn't have to come to that. Insurance could have paid for my therapy. Insurance could have paid for my medications. Insurance could have let my doctors prescribe what they thought I needed instead of what they had a contract with. Insurance could have kept me out of the hospital but they chose not to. And once I was there they could have paid for the time I needed to recover. When I got that necessary treatment my life improved immeasurably, I wasn't in and out of the hospital anymore, I got a job, I got my life on track. I could have gotten there years earlier if insurance just worked with me. But they chose not to. They could have given that help to my friend before he took his life. But they chose not to. It's a choice. A conscious decision to deny what we need to live. A choice to put money over lives. A choice that is inherently evil.

I won't mourn the death of an evil man. I won't judge a person who was pushed and pushed until they saw no good options. I won't cheer for violence. But I can certainly understand it.

#united healthcare #united healthcare shooting #the adjuster

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taintmansion · 1 year ago

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Alright so here goes a big personal mental health post…

As I’ve posted about since august, I developed a terrible anxiety induced insomnia which through finding a very helpful community online now identify as “sleep anxiety” which sort of accidentally happens to people when sometimes even one sleepless night sends them into a fight or flight mode. My brain now gets confused and thinks I should not sleep. I am often on 2-4 hours at most, often broken up and requires me to work hard to make myself relax and just wake up feeling unrested.

I’ve had ups and downs, one medication that seemed to work a while but made me feel like shit (while still working a stressful job that set this whole thing off) and then took myself off it and figured I probably need to be on an actual anxiety medication and have 2 family members on lexapro so hey, let’s ask for that. Was given that by a rando telehealth doctor because with shit insurance didn’t know where to go. Got through 2 days on it with what felt like heightened insomnia and anxiety zero appetite etc.

I stayed at my mom’s for half a week after my job took me off the schedule shortly after I gave my 2 weeks notice but told them I’ve been sick and may not make all the last shifts. That was the 2nd day of lexapro and felt I would lose my mind if I kept taking it at that point especially without a psych to follow up with. So, at my mom’s and trying a stress relief supplement, I started sleeping better and better. Went back home, had one bad night but then oddly on an air mattress slept good again.

Just as things were going so well for me, I went to a shitty dentist office i already didn’t like but wanted a tooth filled, and this dentist dropped a drill in my mouth cutting a hole under my tongue. Didn’t even know things like that happened to people! My anxiety was skyrocketed and every day since then sleep has been a struggle again. Actually I only slept decent the 2 times I’ve taken a Xanax which I got prescribed to help me get through the first few weeks lexapro because a trusted dr (gynecologist tbh) at least told me to keep trying. I signed up for better health insurance but it won’t kick in until November 1st. I’ll find an actual psychiatrist.

Anyway. After getting through a wedding out of town that was a big stressor for me, it went pretty well all things considered, I’m starting lexapro once again tomorrow morning and committing to getting through at least 2 weeks and see how it goes. Even though a top side effect is. Insomnia. 😑 This time I have the xanax to take as needed.

Just felt like typing this all out I guess because this has been the biggest mental health challenge of my life. Somehow worse than when I had panic attacks for months when I was 19. This has had me feeling beyond broken, confused, not myself, like I’ll never be ok again… totally scared and lost. So going forward all I have is meds hopefully helping me and the help of this yt channel and the guy’s book that arrives in a few days. This could be a continued struggle or it may get better soon. I’m scared and don’t know when I can work again. I only have so much funds and help but also very very blessed with my family which helps a lot. I hope I get past this and have a good 2024.

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lightspren · 2 years ago

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also I’m realizing I use this in lieu of actual therapy so most of the time i’m bitching about horrible things so TIME FOR GOOD THINGS

I went out to lunch with a friend - who wasn’t my spouse lmao - for the first time in ages. It was great. will do again sometime.

on that note i made a FRIEND outside the internet. mind boggling. didn’t think i had the skills to do that anymore, thought they’d atrophied to nothing. (imagine lots more enthusiasm here I am trying to keep it toned down a little bit bc friend is Here. but also just imagine all the above that i said coming out of a megaphone in rainbow text and sparkle trails and you’ll have roughly the level of happy im at) (if you see this uh, hello friend! i’m very chill and normal!)

had a nice dinner with my in laws (which they also paid for so +1 to whole experience) and it went well. good for my spouse to get to see them too, since his mom is getting surgery soon on her hand which will limit travel, then I will be getting my surgery which will limit travel, and it’ll be like Sept before we could plan to get together again

my cats seem to be acting healthier and more normal the last couple of days. So even if the fleas are still Around I think they’re dwindling upstairs. 100% still planning on going thru with nuclear warfare aka exterminator, my sanity needs that. But the cats are happier already and when they’re consistently being normal it makes me less scared of them and more willing to interact since they’re probably not a mobile flea palace presently

found out i’ve net deductible and almost met out of pocket with my insurance, so the hysterectomy should only be like $600. which is still way more money than I have but it’s a manageable bill at least.

getting people trained for helping cover me when i’m out is going well. Both the ppl I’m training on halves of my jobs pick it up great. Which really says a lot about them because i SUCK at teaching LOL. Gonna spend the next few weeks reviewing the stuff i’ve already taught them, but i’m Less worried about the clinic going up in smoke while i’m out for a few weeks

my tomato plants are getting huge and i’m so excited. I think i’m gonna have a fuckton of tomatoes, which is what I wanted.

My asthma has been in a phase of largely controlled, which I’m grateful for bc being short of breath when just like. sitting. suuuuuuucks. so bad.

i am still thoroughly enjoying totk, it’s so much fun and makes me very happy.

i think, once we get this flea thing sorted out, I’ll be in a fairly good place. i was already doing some better the past couple days with the cats acting more normal, and with both of us having cleaned the house and not run into mutant swarms of evil flesh eating spider-bug-ants intent on my demise. just gotta get through next week, and hope his treatment can purge them soundly from the basement.

anyway. there’s the rambly positive updates. life goes on etcetc. hugs and kisses bye

#kit talks

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thatonekawaiigirl13 · 2 years ago

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Who Said Death Was Easy? [Death Note] Chapter 56: Exchange

Chapter Fifty-six: Exchange

[A/N: Yes, the rumors are true! After forever, I’m finally updating my fanfiction. Sorry it’s taken so long, lol. Someone commented that I should have an upload schedule, which I agree with. Right now my goal is a chapter a month, which is something I’ll try to stick to. This story is so close to being finished, which I’m excited about. Sorry if this chapter isn’t super exciting, I had more plans for it but I had to split up this chapter because it started getting long so the next chapter will be more like normal. I could also just be totally anxious since it’s been so long since I posted and this chapter could be fine, lmao. I suppose that’s enough rambling, I’ll let you guys decide how I did lol. As always, comments are appreciated! Thanks, and sorry again, lmao.

-Stephanie]

Misa’s POV:

“Remember, today’s an important day, Misa-chan,” Light spoke in a hushed yet urgent tone. The morning light was lazy as it streamed in through the bedroom window. Misa watched the sun peak through the clouds as she listened to Light continue on over the phone. This time, Light was the one who had called her first, something Misa was rather excited about. Misa supposed that it would be an interesting day, to say the least.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go through with this? Absolutely ready?”

He’s certainly rather chipper…well, he must mean business, Misa thought. Despite knowing that he could not see her face, she gave what she thought was an enthusiastic nod. She sat up in her bed, as alert as ever. Even though it was too early in the morning to be awake, talking to Light was more than enough to energize her, and she was determined to do a good job, at the photoshoot and for their little secret exchange.

As good a job as I can do anyway, at least while I’m currently acting as the Second Kira. Soon, I’ll be just plain Misa Amane, model, singer, and fashion icon, once more. How boring, but I suppose it’s a necessary evil for the time being it seems.

Yes. I’m ready.”

Oh well. It’s a new beginning, for me and for Light. For Kira and his new Second Kira. Yes, Misa gave another nod. It’s my time to shine. My last time to shine as the Second Kira. As per Light’s orders, I have names written down of criminals to be killed over the next few days. That way, there is insurance that there are no gaps between killings as this fresh start takes place. Luckily for us, that leaves no room for L or anyone else on that damned Task Force to be suspicious! Wow, Light sure does think of everything, huh? He’s arranged this whole little operation all by himself; how brilliant!

“I’m ready, Light-kun.” Misa repeated. “I’m more than ready.”

“Good,” was Light’s response. “Now, just to review…you have the note I told you to write as well? Make sure it’s securely attached and tucked into the pages of the death note so Mikami and I will be able to keep contact via the instructions listed on there. And make sure it’s safely hidden as well once it’s inside the locker. There shouldn’t be any cameras in the room, for privacy reasons of course, but we don’t need anyone accidentally touching the notebook. I know we went over everything already, but it’s better to be thorough. This whole operation is supposed to be subtle and simple, we don’t need any possible witnesses.”

“Of course. Don’t worry, Light-kun. After what happened with Ryuzaki-san, I have a strict no perverts policy.” She let out a small laugh as she continued on, “besides, the main dressing room we’re using will be out closer by the set. You are more than aware of that, there should be no one left loitering around once the photoshoot begins. It’s a closed set and my manager is a guy, there’s no need for him to be in the room. Only my assistants will be in the locker room with me, but as we covered in our initial plans, they’ll leave me if I ask to be alone for a moment. As I told you before, they usually let me be.”

“Good, good…I tried to think everything through logistically. It’s best to be prepared though for any type of situation,” although Misa couldn’t see his face, she imagined the way Light was probably smirking at her right now. “You got this, right? I’m entrusting you with this important task, Misa-chan.”

“I got this!” She chirped into the phone. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to keep reminding me. It’s not rocket science, it’s like passing notes in school, but a lot more secretive and stuff!”

“I just want you to be aware,” Light was saying. “I’m sure that today will go as planned, but as I said, it's better to be thorough.”

Misa gave a soft sigh at his words, her eyes grazing towards her alarm clock. It was still a bit early, but the sooner she got ready, the better. For herself and for Light.

After all, it’s always better to get organized as soon as possible. They don’t call me one of the best in the fashion world for no reason! And, as Light had said, it was very important to be prepared for any situation.

Misa decided to be as prepared as possible for Light and for his mission. She let out another chuckle as she imagined Light’s face. Of course, she supposed she had to have an award for such a task. It was only reasonable, after all, she needed some motivation to keep her going. There was no harm in that.

“Anyway, I should start getting ready! Remember, after I complete this mission, you owe me a date.”

“Misa,” She heard Light sigh into the phone, something she opted to ignore. A date was of course within her terms and conditions, especially as she was about to give up being the Second Kira for who knows how long. There was a brief pause as Light was seemingly gathering his thoughts, but Misa didn’t wait for his response, instead she persisted with her demand.

“I may not have my memories of being the Second Kira anymore after this, but I’ll of course remember the date that you promised we would have. This was my condition for completing this task, you know.”

“Look, Misa-chan, I don’t remember promising you a date, but I promi-”

“No, no take-backsies!” Misa interrupted again, her voice a singsong as she spoke. She then jumped down from her bed, her socks creating a soft plop sound as she hit the floor below. Taking her chance at his brief silence, she kept going. Her words were rushed, but her tone was light. “I’ll see you later, Light-kun! Don’t worry, you can count on me! I love you!”

With that, Misa hung up. She walked over to her mirror, studying the stylish reflection before her. There was a pep in her step and a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she got ready that morning. After changing out of her pajamas and lacing up her boots, she decided it was finally time to get going.

Almost time to report to work. How exciting! After all, today is an important day, an important task! And I get to look good while doing it!

Her eyes shone extra bright as she grabbed the mysterious notebook, which laid undisturbed on her nightstand. Ryuk trailed behind her, unfinished apple in hand, as she deposited the death note, which also had the note Light had mentioned tucked away within its pages, into her small backpack. After checking to ensure her bag was secure, she gave a small hum of approval at her work.

It’s go time.

With that, she was ready to face the day. Misa glanced behind her at Ryuk, “let’s do this!”

Today’s the day. My last day acting as the Second Kira. My final act…just you wait, Light. As I said, I’m more than ready.

/timeskip/

Misa hummed along to herself as she opened her designated locker. As was planned, she was left all alone in the locker room. Her assistants had left to go help set up in order to prepare for the magazine photoshoot; she would be modeling for a new product design to be released by none other than the Yotsuba Group. It was a funny situation, but also a fortuitous one as it allowed for an excuse to pass off the notebook to its next successor.

After triple checking that she was, in fact, alone, Misa Amane slipped the notebook discreetly behind her purse. As Light had instructed, Misa felt at the very back wall of her locker, feeling for the loose brick. She then moved the brick aside, pushing it to the corner of the storage unit. Afterwards, she grabbed the death note once more, checking for a quadruple time that she was still alone in the room.

Good good, everything is going smoothly. Not that I thought it would go bad, I think Light was worrying too much earlier. After all, I have a pretty simple task. Therefore, I’m confident I can do a good job! Like I said, it’s like passing a note, but in a much more elaborate way, kind of cool actually…it’s like I’m a secret agent! I suppose in a way, I am.

Misa laughed a little to herself, and with some quick movements, the death note was now pushed up in the back of the locker. Ryuk gave a small chuckle as she rolled it up ever so carefully, placing it partially inside a small hole that was accessible to the other room; the other locker room aka the men’s locker room, which sat directly next door to the women’s locker room. It was a pretty good set up, one that would make their plan run much smoother.

She was grateful she had tested the death note some days prior, and was even more grateful that, if rolled up, it was seemingly small enough to fit through some rather tight spaces. Tight spaces including said peephole that connected the two locker rooms together, something that Misa was quite thankful for, as it worked in their favor. Taking a step back a moment, she admired her handiwork.

“Aha! How cool!”

It’s a good thing Light had me scope out the place first! It’s usually the assistant's job to scope out modeling shoot locations, but I was able to convince them to let me come along! It was also pretty lucky that I found a locker that had a false backing to it. After a few duds, I noticed the loose brick in this particular space, I thought it was rather suspicious…and what do you know, I totally lucked out! I didn’t have to carve out my own hole to transfer the notebook, which makes my job a lot easier. Of course, it’s entirely not a good thing, seeing as a peeping tom probably was the one who made the hole there in the first place, but it fortunately also makes good use when exchanging secret documents…or, in this case, the death note!

“Hyuk hyuk, wow. I never imagined I’d see the death note folded like that,” Ryuk quipped, yet another apple in his hand now that the two were alone. “There’s no technical rule saying you can’t do that, but it still feels rather wrong…not that I care too much, don’t get me wrong. As long as that death note isn’t irrevocably damaged, it makes no difference to me. You humans are rather silly though, if you ask me…all this just to exchange the notebook.”

“Oh Ryuk,” Misa gave a laugh as she studied the shinigami, who had moved on to try and fish out another apple from his pockets. “I can always count on you to be honest, can’t I? Don’t worry, Mikami will be here to pick up the notebook within the hour. It won’t be stuck like that for too long.”

With that, Misa leaned forward and shut her locker once more. After checking that the door to the locker was locked and secure, Misa clapped her hands together. Her part in the plan was now almost over. In a way, she was almost as sad as she was excited; the prospect of a date with Light Yagami was more than enough to keep her going, but she was going to miss acting as the Second Kira. Not to mention, it was an extra excuse she wouldn’t have anymore to see Light, at least for the time being. However, she was willing to do whatever she needed to do in order for Kira to succeed and, possibly, get ahead. That made everything that she was doing more than worth it, she wanted to be useful to Light.

Alright! Everything is all officially locked away now… the passcode to the locker was only given to me and Mikami. In case of an emergency, he can always sneak into the women’s locker room to retrieve the notebook…but he should be able to access the locker and grab the notebook from the other side without any issues.

Misa gave a hum of excitement, watching Ryuk down the apple he was holding. “You better eat that apple quickly, Ryuk. It's almost time for the exchange. Now remember, I will be in the middle of the photoshoot, so I won’t be able to speak with you directly. Just keep an ear out, and when you hear me say the phrase, ‘exchange clothes’ or something similar when it’s time for my outfit change, that means that I want to give up ownership of the death note. That’ll be the cue. ‘Kay, Ryuk?”

“Hah, ‘exchange clothes’, got it.” Ryuk was amused, but he followed Misa quietly as she walked toward the door of the locker room. Her footsteps gave a slight echo as she clicked around in her heels. She was determined to finish her role as the Second Kira with pride. After all, this was all for Light.

It’s time…

“Alright, let’s do this…” She spoke to no one in particular as she opened the door. It was time for phase two of the exchange. Misa let out a breath as she took a step outside the room, ready to leave the world of Kira and death notes behind her.

/time skip/

Mikami’s POV:

Mikami gave a small chuckle as he walked through the desolate outer hallway of the first floor business. It was one of Yotsuba’s subsidiary businesses, but it housed a good location for filming, or so he had overheard from an employee outside, presumably on a work break. The employee had been on the phone, but he had been talking loud enough for the prosecutor to hear as he walked by to enter the building.

Although Mikami wasn’t sure who the original owner of the notebook was, he was almost certain that this ‘Kira’ he was receiving it from was Misa Amane herself or one of her employees, not anyone from Yotsuba Group. He had been keeping in contact with a mysterious woman, someone who had given him orders from the original ‘Kira’ himself. She had said she was the current Kira, acting in place of the original for the time being. According to her, it was time for this power to pass onto him for safe keeping. The task before him was both an honor and a privilege, one that he would accept with pride. His new role as the Second Kira, becoming a god among men.

However, this was no easy task, it was one that demanded the utmost loyalty, dedication, and trust. Therefore, he assumed this woman was someone of high importance to Kira, someone whose ideals aligned more closely to his, not someone from the Yotsuba Group; they were infamous in the legal world as a business who was known to house some rather shady business practices, which he heard about from his fellow colleagues. This narrowed down the list of possible acting Kiras to just Misa or one of her two assistants, who he had briefly seen from his car as they had entered the building almost an hour before.

As curious as Mikami was to find out her identity, he had some work to do that was more important - namely, the exchange itself. He had been told that all of Misa’s staff and Yotsuba building employees would be gathered for Misa Amane’s photoshoot, something that all but guaranteed that no one would be snooping about in either locker room. The shoot would last around four hours, and he decided to wait around an hour before entering the building, just to be safe and ensure that the shooting was well underway before making his move.

He walked through the building, careful not to appear too out of place in case anyone would be walking nearby. Just in case, there was a forged Yotsuba workpass housed in his pocket in case anyone had any questions for him. Being a lawyer, all he had to say was that he was a legal representative. Despite having a good cover, he didn’t want to risk seeing or talking to any of the employees, less of a mess that way. Less risky. Lucky enough for him, the halls were barren as promised, and he was able to locate the locker rooms at the end of the hallway without any issues.

The two rooms were split off, the men’s side separated from the women’s side. However, despite being technically separated, the two rooms were side by side. His eyes peered at the signs written on the doors, then at the door handles, and he counted to ten in his head. After ten seconds had passed, he concluded there was no movement on either side or in any direction, meaning he should be more than totally alone. If there was anyone, they would have likely heard his footsteps and would have potentially questioned him by now.

Mikami took that as his cue to continue onward in his mission. He walked forward, his hand meeting the handle, careful not to be too loud. With a simple light swoosh, he opened the door and walked into the men’s locker room. As he had suspected, he was alone, causing him to relax a little.

The prosecutor looked about the room, his sharp eyes grazing over all the locker numbers until he spotted his designated spot - the locker that was closest to the side wall, inconspicuous and well-hidden. The locker that was secretly connected to the women’s locker room - locker 1228. After spotting his prey, he gave a light chuckle, his footsteps light as he walked toward the locker.

Mikami paused for a moment, retracing his footsteps in his mind. After triple checking that there was no one around the room with him, or nearby in the hallway, he reached forward. The pinpad beeped as he typed away the password, and it gave a final, slightly louder beep followed by a click as it unlocked. He reached upward and opened the locker, in all its glory. It was just a normal locker, but hidden deep in the back of the unit was a small hole. A small hole that had been filled with a particular noteworthy object, the very same object that was promised to him for safekeeping.

The notebook! It’s here as promised! Mikami’s eyes lit up as soon as he saw the notebook, which had the words ‘death note’ printed on the cover. The same one that he had discussed with that mysterious woman via secret texts and phone calls. He gave a chuckle as he pushed his glasses up on his nose.

So, this is it, eh? This is that infamous killing ‘notebook’ that was spoken about…the notebook that I was told held Kira’s killing powers…all of his secrets, it must be written down here in this death note!

Mikami gave another snicker as the realization started to dawn on him. All of Kira’s powers were about to become his own. He was about to become Kira’s proxy, a position most desired by his many loyal supporters. The prosecutor had looked through and commented on various forums composed of him and other fans who gave their unwavering favor and support to Kira. In fact, he had even appeared on multiple television programs in the crowd, surrounded by others who shared his mindset. Of the many, many people who would have loved for Kira to even give them a glimmer of acknowledgement, he was chosen. Him and only him. He had to admit, it was something that was rather fitting. Of all people Kira could have chosen, he picked a criminal prosecutor, someone who more than shared his ideals. This Kira was just as smart as Mikami suspected he was, someone who knew how to be sneaky and powerful. And here was Mikami, who was honored to be working with him.

Of course, he thought it was a scam when he first received contact but Kira and his Second Kira were able to prove their identities via criminals killed. They predicted their deaths, up to the exact second of passing, and Mikami was able to see for himself Kira’s true power. Although he had never met this woman or Kira in person, he was more than happy to accept this task, as he felt Kira and himself shared many similar beliefs. Kira was able to do what he was unable to do as a criminal prosecutor, and for that, he revered him.

He had to admit, he had long suspected that Kira may not have always been working alone. That made sense, after all, there may be times that Kira would be unable to move or punish evildoers for any various reason. Whatever the reason, he was certain he would do a good job in Kira’s stead. He was determined to do whatever it took to ensure justice prevailed and that Kira would remain a world power.

It’s almost too good to be true. This notebook, Kira’s killing power, his secrets, hidden away in this one small locker, trapped between both locker rooms, just waiting to be snatched away! And, most of all, it’s called the ‘death note’, a rather fitting name, if you ask me. I have to admit, I thought it was pretty insane when I first heard the way that Kira kills. It’s one thing to hear about it, it’s another thing entirely to see such a sacred notebook sitting right in front of me! It is truly amazing, a small notebook that holds so much power. It’s right here within my grasp, all I have to do is accept it!

Mikami was more than ready to accept his fate as the newly appointed Second Kira. He reached forward into the locker, gingerly fitting his hand around the rolled up object. With a slight tug, he was able to shake the notebook free from its confines of the hole. No longer sandwiched in between two lockers and two different rooms, the notebook was now safely in his hands.

Finally, Mikami was able to breathe in a sigh of relief, at least for the time being. He took a moment to relish this feeling, breathing in deeply as he held the notebook. There were many times in court that he felt powerless, but here in this moment, he was the one wielding all the power. It was him who could now take matters into his own hands, it was him who could correct all the wrongs within society. It was him who could fight back and enact justice for those who could not stick up for themselves, and punish those who deserved it.

It’s mine! All mine! Its powers will aid me in doing what Kira wills me to do! It’s up to me to do this! Only I have this honor!

“Hyuk, why hello. It’s nice to meet you, Teru Mikami. You seem to have taken quite a liking to this ratty old notebook of mine.”

The sudden noise caused Mikami to let out a grunt of surprise, which caused him to nearly drop the notebook. Standing right in front of him was a most terrifying monster, a magical being that Mikami had assumed was merely a fairytale. Surely, no such being existed. There was no reason for such a being to exist in the so-called ‘real world’, or so Mikami had thought. Mikami soon realized that he had thought wrong.

What the hell?! What is this thing? Is it really…? Could it be…? It can’t be right? I’m imagining things, but still…

“W-who are you?” Mikami pushed up his glasses, his gaze unwavering as he stared at the strange black creature with wings before him. “No, wait. What are you?”

It was both terrifying and confusing, Mikami wasn’t sure what he had expected after retrieving the notebook, but it certainly wasn’t such a creature. He had expected to deposit the death note into his briefcase and leave. Instead, here he was face to face with something he never even thought existed.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna eat you or anything. The name’s Ryuk. I’m a shinigami and I’m the original owner of the notebook that Kira passed down to you.”

Shinigami! Mikami’s eyes went wide. I can’t believe it! So it’s true… I was right, that old folk legend! This creature is a God of Death, and this is his notebook! Amazing, terrifying, yes but amazing…a shinigami, this is part of being an owner of the death note, part of being Kira, or in my case, Second Kira…

The being laughed in amusement at Mikami’s sudden discovery. Mikami fought his nerves and continued staring at him, determined not to back down. He wanted to appear as brave as he could despite this little hiccup. That was one thing he learned doing his job, you had to always appear cool and collected. Especially when dealing with criminals, or in this case, a shinigami who towered over him.

“I doubt I’d show up on a human camera, but a picture would last longer,” the shinigami replied and Mikami was almost certain that the creature was trying to crack a joke.

What an interesting being…he has a sense of humor, eh? What a way to lighten the mood. I suppose he’s gotten this sort of reaction before.

The joke aside, Mikami was ready to get into it. He was ready to take on his position as the Second Kira. There were many things swirling around in his head, and he was ready to take action, and hopefully get some answers.

But still…when it comes down to it…

“The source of Kira’s killing power is this death note and a shinigami?”

“Kind of a package deal, really. Well explained in the manual, now written in both Japanese and English,” Ryuk explained, giving a slight nod. “I can answer some questions, if you have any, but mostly I just sort of hang around. Don’t expect me to do much but watch, if you want my complete honesty. Also I’m not here to guide you on what’s right or wrong, or even influence your decisions at all. The notebook right now is entirely yours…it’s up to you what you want to do with it, I don’t care.”

“Amazing…” Mikami murmured to himself, the initial shock wearing off as the excitement now rolled back in. He pushed up his glasses, deep in thought. After all, this was a lot for him to process. It wasn’t like he had expected to see such a creature, he was only expecting to take the notebook and leave.

A package deal, eh? Interesting…a magical creature and a magical notebook, both of which are now my responsibility for the time being, what a well kept secret that this Kira and Second Kira had, it’s truly impressive, I have to admit…hm, wait a moment…I had no idea he was even in the room with me, until…

Something in Mikami’s mind clicked and he glanced between the death note and Ryuk, “so no one else can see or hear you but the owner of the notebook…is that correct? You appeared after I touched the notebook…interesting.”

“Yeah, it’s something like that,” Ryuk gave a slight nod as he shifted around. He was rather flighty, Mikami noted. Not able to sit still. “But we can go over that later.”

Ah right. Mikami looked around, that’s for the best…people. I don’t know how much longer it’ll be before someone starts looking around the premises. On the off chance that someone is around…if someone hears any noise, they may start to look around. The last thing I need to do is draw any attention to myself. Not when I’ve already come this far and gotten the notebook safely within my grasp.

As if he could hear his thoughts, the shinigami gave another chuckle. “Don’t worry, we’re alone right now…but you’re right, we should probably get a move on. If it’s one thing I’ve learned, you humans are strange creatures. Strange creatures who don’t like looking like they’re talking to no one…”

“Well. Maintaining a good image is important,” Mikami confirmed, feeling slightly more at ease with the creature before him. The fear was also starting to wear off as he realized this shinigami was likely not a threat.

This shinigami creature is quite odd…it doesn’t seem like he’s lying to me, his body language tells me that much. I suppose he doesn’t stand to gain from lying anyway, he did mention that he doesn’t care at all what I do.

“You sound just like Li-” Ryuk paused, as if to realize he had started to say something he shouldn’t have. He gave a slight cough, “well, let’s just say it’s no fun not having anyone to talk to.”

At this, Mikami’s ears perked up, Li? I sound just like Li? This… this has to be the identity of the first Kira he almost revealed right? For privacy and safety purposes, it’s obvious the identities of the Kira and Second Kira have to be hidden…although, I have to admit, I’m rather curious…well, we can get to that later. Right now, I’m crunched for time…better to be safe than sorry, right? Back to the task at hand, Teru Mikami!

The prosecutor let out his own small laugh in amusement. “Well, you said your name was Ryuk, correct? Hm. Don’t worry, Ryuk…the fun is about to start.”

Mikami gave his glasses another push, a glint in his eyes as he stuffed the notebook into his briefcase, being careful not to crinkle it. Unrolling it was a task in itself and he wanted to keep it in a pristine condition. He vowed to keep it safe and hidden. After all, to the public he was acting as Kira now. He had a reputation to uphold.

Mikami was extra cautious as he retraced his footsteps through the building, Ryuk trailing close behind him. It appeared the photoshoot was well underway, as the halls remained empty and the only thing that could be heard was his footsteps hitting the polished floors below. He kept a brisk pace, and within a moment, he was able to clear the building, leaving not a trace behind him. The hard part was now officially over. Mikami made his way to his car, a smirk on his face as the events of the last few minutes played through his mind once more.

It’s my turn. My chance being the Second Kira. It’s my time to shine…

“Hyuk, you seem rather excited.” Ryuk gave a laugh. He was loitering around in the backseat, watching as Mikami unloaded the briefcase into the seat beside him. Mikami then settled into the driver’s seat, ready to take off.

“As I mentioned, Ryuk, I’m sure things will be rather fun.”

Rather fun, indeed. The exchange was a success. It’s official, I’m now the new Second Kira.

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