#you guys are not prepared for what i have in mind in the next verse

[asmodeauxx]

snippet of the animation so far

pretty proud of it so far😋😋

[adoremexxs]

OKOK this took me a lot of courage to request tbh since like idk it just seems embarrassing, anyways could you maybe do an Aizetsu x reader who looks very intimidating but is actually a big softie😔? Also I genuinely don’t mind if you don’t do this and ik you have a lot of requests now and with school coming up and etc so make sure to take some breaks 👿👿

it is not embarrassing! this idea is so cute! and thank you for being so considerate 😭 i start school in a few days and my life is usually busy so i’ll try to do all the requests i can. and i didn’t know if u wanted it modern, demon verse or whtv so i just chose modern if you don’t mind. i also rushed to do this bc i’m so busy.

Aizetsu was terrified of you when you first came to his class.

You were incredibly intimidating and you scared him!

He’s 6’4 and built and yet he is scared of you! It’s actually common for him to be scared of people. But you had him shaking in his boots.

Whenever you were assigned to sit next to HIM, oh boy. He was petrified and wanted to hide from you.

You sat down next to him. You didn’t really talk. You were shy, especially with going to a new school. Aizetsu had been fumbling with his necklaces and earrings, anything he could readjust and make himself look more presentable to you.

But you ended up talking to him because you guys had to be partners for a project.

Aizetsu realized that you were so terrifying sweet.

You always gave him praise.

“Good job, Aizetsu.” “Wow, you’re incredibly smart.” “You look amazing today, Aizetsu.” “Oh! You like bunnies? Me too. I wish I could see your pet bunny!” “Gosh, your eyes are gorgeous today.” “But then again, they already are gorgeous.”

What he didn’t realize is that you were flirting with him a bit. You realized that Aizetsu SUCKS at picking up hints.

Like you want to go out with him. He’s gorgeous. He’s quiet, gorgeous, tall, tan, blue eyes, his hair is GORGEOUS, everything about him is perfect. And you want him! And you get what you want!

You just had to plan it perfectly.

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.

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You started giving gifts to him. At first…Aizetsu thought you were trying to kill him or like bribe him into doing something for you…

He still thinks this whenever you give him gifts.

Then you started complimenting him. Now Aizetsu definitely thinks you are trying to bribe him. You’re way too intimidating to actually like him! Right?

You started to scare him even more though that’s not what you were trying to do.

Eventually you just gave him a note because your attempts sucked! And he refused to believe that you actually liked him he just couldn’t tell.

So you told him to meet you under the cherry blossom tree giving yandere simulator.

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.

Aizetsu thought you were going to put him up. He legitimately had prepared himself to get beat up.

What he didn’t expect was you to shove flowers in his face. Aizetsu was incredibly surprised.

“U-Uhm…(Y/N)? What’s this?”

You were all shy now, fumbling with anything you could.

“Flowers…For you.”

Aizetsu was so surprised. He didn’t mean to accidentally shed a few tears but he did.

“Listen, I like you so much, Aizetsu. I tried to praise you, compliment you, give you gifts. I enjoy your presence and everything. I want to be with you. Show you how love feels. I know that you haven’t had a good life, I’ve heard from people. I want to make you feel loved and I want to spoil you with affection and anything you want. So please, Aizetsu, go out with me!”

Oh jeez. Your whole face was redder than Sekido’s eyes. You were flustered. Scared. Until Aizetsu hugged you so tightly, wetting your shoulder with his tears.

“Of course, (Y/N)! I’m so dense! I’m so sorry! I’m so so so so sorry!” He sobs into your shoulder, “Of course, I’ll go out with you!”

I think we all know what happened later.

You took him on a nice and romantic date! Duh! Karaku was so jealous!

[cffeelia]

discography | chapt. 1

I NEED U — k. seokjin

in which bangtan writes their music about you, all 7 chasing you until someone steals your heart.

chapter summary: the group is preparing to launch the first part of their next musical project; the most beautiful moment in life, pt. 1. however, seokjin is dedicated to making one of the songs about you, hoping you’ll understand him and be his once again.

no warnings this chapter !! kind of an angsty vibe but dw girl the smut is coming.

previous chapter here (this is the first chapter stupid)

“hyung? no way, look namjoon he’s sleeping at the desk.”

hoseok and namjoon opened to door to seokjins dorm to find him asleep at his desk, pen discarded onto the floor and drool falling down onto his notebook. it was 1am, it’s not unusual for the guys to be up this late, especially with a comeback on the horizon, but seokjin wasn’t the type to stress himself out as much as the others about lyrics and song production.

“holy shit, he’s really going through it with this girl.” namjoon read over the lyrics he was writing:

“i need you girl,

why do i need you even though i know i’m going to get hurt?

you’re beautiful, too cold.

i need you girl.

just say you wanna breakup instead, that would be better

girl, say it wasn’t love

i don’t have that kind of courage

give me one last percent

so that i won’t go back anymore”

just by skimming the bridge, namjoon knew they had to do something with this.

two nights later, jimin held a piece of paper with that same bridge on it. he belted the final verse for the sixteenth time before looking back to namjoon from the recording booth window.

“better now?”

“that’s what i’m telling you jimin, you needed more emotion. it’s perfect.”

feeling relieved, he immediately dropped his headphones, walking straight from the booth to the studio door.

“goodnight hyung, don’t overwork yourself again.”

namjoon hummed in reply, knowing that’s exactly what he was planning to do.

jimin bumped into his oldest member while taking the elevator up to his dorm. it’s still unusual for jin to be up this late, he knew what was on his mind.

in the unusually silent elevator, jimin spoke up quietly.

“are you okay?”

seokjin turned to look jimin in the eyes, nodding rapidly before resuming his thoughts.

he wasn’t in any way, how could you leave him like this? did he even have a reason to be so fucking pissed?

his mind ran wild, not even paying attention to jimins conversation while he pictured you in all your glory.

your deep eyes that lead straight to your once our soul, everything about you, it was all his. why aren’t you in his dorm again? oh, right.

he shook his head as to not think of you anymore, you who was hundreds of miles away, fast asleep in a college dorm room.

if only he knew you weren’t. if only he knew you were still thinking of him, of the two of you. if this was any normal night, you would’ve been wide awake, head on seokjin’s chest while he cracked jokes like it wasn’t 1 in the morning. he would lay your hair flat with his palm, pressing an occasional kiss into your freshly shampooed hair. you’d feel the vibrations of his voice softly lulling you to sleep. he would talk your ear off, only closing his eyes once he propped himself slightly up to see you sound asleep, your face so beautiful and relaxed.

it’s not like you wanted to end things off, if you could choose, you would’ve married seokjin, but that’s not how things work. you’d met him working as a manager for his group in their late trainee and early debut days.

the boys were all sweethearts, but something about seokjin was special. the way he wrapped a blanket around you when you fell asleep managing late night rehearsals, or always started the coffee machine for you in the staff rooms before music bank performances, he was just too nice. the two of you got closer, eventually forming a weird type of relation-situationship. in the mornings, jin wake up early to make breakfast for you at your place. he would try his hardest to cuddle you into your mattress and convince you to just stay in bed with him all day, spoiling you with kisses everywhere, but you eventually would have to help him get ready, and be out of your apartment by 5am. you were expected to be at the bighit building at 6:30am, and wake the boys up as soon as you clocked in, so as long as nobody snitched that you were sleeping with jin, you’d be fine.

but company relationships are taboo, and shortly after bangtan released their third album, skool luv affair, a coworker knocked on your door to be met by jin, messy hair, sweat sticking it to his forehead. it took one look at his swollen lips, and lack of a shirt to connect the dots. you begged her not to report you, and she didn’t, she reported your lover. you had the chance to give up your spot as manager to her in exchange for her silence, but would be met with backlash from seokjin if you did.

some sacrifices have to be made, and you had to break things off with seokjin only a week after resigning from your position.

small fights happened between you two before about the fact that jin was risking his career to be with you, too many times now had someone interrupted you during your elevator make out sessions.

never anything too serious, but the last one is what ended your relationship.

“so what you’re just gonna be unemployed because you want to? what’s the truth ____, you know you can tell me!” he screamed.

“why does it even matter, seokjin? it’s not like it’s any of your business!”

this argument in particular started when you brought up going back to college and getting a degree since you quit your job as bts’ manager. jin playfully disagreed, asking you to stay with him, but something in you wasn’t having it. why couldn’t you just live your own life without his questions?

“can’t i ever do something that I want to without you breathing down my neck about it?”

“well fuck, then im sorry i don’t want my girlfriend abandoning me after i’ve sacrificed my own god damn career for her.” he said sarcastically, “like come on, can’t you ever do something for me?”

this was your final straw. you inhaled, trying to find the urge not to sock him in his handsome ass face.

“kim seokjin i am not your girlfriend” you warned.

“then will you be?”

“after all of this shit, no. not if i’m gonna have you fucking controlling me all this time. matter of fact, i’m going back to college, get out of my apartment.”

“no you’re not.” seokjin immediately went after you as you went to slam your bedroom door in his face. he barely got through the crack before you almost slammed it on him.

“____, can we please talk about this. i’m sorry, you don’t have to be my girlfriend just don’t make sudden decisions like this.”

“there’s nothing sudden about this seokjin! what am i supposed to do, work at a gas station so you can just come over and eat my food and fuck me?” tears threatened to fall from your eyes, it’s like your mouth was betraying you. you didn’t want to leave jin, you didn’t want to leave anyone. not bighit, not bangtan, and especially not your once shared apartment.

“i’m not saying that, just please, think about it. i love you babe.”

“don’t babe me! i’m never gonna make a living and get out of this damn city if i don’t get a valid education! i can’t just be a fucking manager for the rest of my life. i have ambitions too you know.” you spat back

“____.” jin called your name with so much love. so much every nerve and muscle in your body tensed as your resisted the urge to grab him and cry into his arms.

“jin, go away.” you pushed him out of your room, leaving him to sit against the other side, listening to you as you sobbed silently, only breaking the silence ever now and then to sniffle.

he silently let his tears fall from the other side of your door, after thirty minutes your apartment door slammed, but not before your bedroom door opened, you wanted to kiss him at least one more time. it was too late, you opened your lips to be met with a harsh gust of wind from your apartment door slamming shut.

the sound of the heavy door closing broke you, breaking out into full on sobs.

two days later, you pulled yourself together and let your thoughts rot in your empty apartment. for the first time in those two days, you left your apartment and drove all the way to your childhood town, an hour away in busan.

you ignored all of your emotions, putting your nervous system on airplane mode as you pulled into the cafe parking lot.

after ordering a small pastry and drink, you opened your laptop and started searching for universities.

you settled on one in daegu, daegu arts university.

you’ve always been fascinated by theatre, but never had the opportunity to pursue your dreams, as your family never considered it a legitimate career. you’ve not heard from your parents or brother in almost a year now, once they found out you were lying about attending college in seoul.

maybe that’s why you never gave jin any closure, it just runs in your blood.

months pass, and before you know it. you’re moving into your dorm room on campus, hanging out posters of your favorite tv shows and artists. part of you wants to show jin, but you know it’s too late to turn back now. so instead, you opened your laptop and got to work making new friends in an online chat room.

things were going great, you’d met another theatre major who also had a passion for music. before long, you all were trading you favorite artists left and right.

0_0: haiii!! i’m sullyoon , theatre major. super into idol groups, looking for new friends to rehearse with!

c0nversequeen: sullyoon!! nice to meet you, i’m ____. not so much into idol groups, but definelty into theatre. would love to rehearse and trade music artists with you <3

you bit the inside of your cheeks as the person typed back a response. before long, the awkwardness had faded.

conversation went from her favorite cafes in daegu, to newer idol groups she was loving.

c0nversequeen: i’ve heard great things about twice! i’m interested in western music tho. used to be into idols a ton… i managed one a year ago x_x

0_0: no way!!!!?! i don’t think you’re allowed to disclose who, but i’ll get it out of you one day! i’ve heard of britney spears before and beyoncé but i’m still more of an idol fan. recently i’ve taken a liking to a boy group, we should check out a cafe and stream some of their newer music!

a hangout already? campus life was going great. this was a refreshing new start for you and you were loving it.

sullyoon invited two of her friends. jisung, an art major, and ophelia, a music major. the friends seemed to be really into the boy group that sullyoon mentioned, the four of you were heading to a music store before the cafe to buy new cds.

you put the group onto your favorite paramore songs, jisung actually bought their latest cd. however, everton but you bought another group’s cd:

Bangtan Sonyeondan: The Most Beautiful Moment in Life, Part 1.

the hangout went smoothly, you got your new friend’s numbers and went home content at about 6pm. as soon as you got back to your dorm, you opened your laptop to search up bts’ latest album. ‘you’re just checking on old friends’ you told yourself, knowing what your intention was. you opened apple music and clicked on the only track you remembered because of its english lyrics: “i need u”.

it wasn’t long before the dots clicked, and by the end of the song, the credits gave it all away.

“Lyrics: RM, Suga, j-hope, Jin, PD “Hitman” bang”

you closed your laptop, your jaw shot to the floor as you tried to make sense of what you just heard.

jin wrote a fucking song about you? there’s no way. you tried to sleep it off, but had the worst and most pleasant nightmare of your life, being woken to the sound of jin’s angelic voice as you read a text “omg! bts on tour… we’re going to seoul!”

you were saved by your own alarm for the first time in your life, wiping sweat from your hairline as you reached to your phone to silence the alarm.

you had no time to go back to sleep, and for the first time that semester, you didn’t rush out of the door. instead, you left earlier, heading to the dorms across campus.

you pounded lightly on sullyoon’s door to find her surprisingly attentive.

“need something?” she piped up

“yea. i need to tell you about the group i managed.”

after school that day, you opened up to someone about you and jin for the first time ever. about how you felt attached to bts somehow, how you always ended up involved with them in someway. the cd’s, daegu being yoongi’s hometown, seokjin’s song about you, it’s like a sign from the universe.

you almost cried from all of sullyoon’s support, but her advice was what you pondered the entire night before bed.

“you should call him! i’m sure he misses you, what’s the worst that could happen, ____. it’s barely been a year and he clearly loves you and thinks of you still.”

next chapter here

[modanisgf]

15. SUNFLOWER (WRITTEN)

y/n hated being a vigilante. she constantly thought about how much better her life would be if she never got bit.

like currently, instead of swinging around seoul trying to stop something that was anything but human she would be with danielle enjoying herself. but unfortunately, life never seemed to go her way as she had to excuse herself from her date with her girlfriend to save the city once again.

it seemed like the world hated her as her hero work got more intense after she started dating dani, and y/n dreaded the day she found out. it was getting more obvious as time went on, y/n constantly having to leave hangouts early and spider-woman showing up on the news.

one time when lesserafim was on break, y/n was living with her parents and her brother again. her and danielle had an outing planned, they had to postpone it because y/n’s parents ‘wanted her to help them’ with building a shed but when she called sunoo he had something different to say.

“sunoo?” danielle called, the boy answering immediately after.

“what’s up danielle?” he said.

“do you know where y/n is?”

“oh she’s not home right now, something about getting groceries.” sunoo said finally, making danielle’s heart drop.

“oh alright thank you.” she said quickly before hanging up.

she knew it now, y/n was hiding something from her.

it wasn’t just coincidences that she could just dismiss anymore, it was something big. if even her family didn’t know, what the hell was she hiding? danielle decided to not ask about it or hint at anything for a bit hoping that maybe y/n’s parents just asked her to go get them.

she was just reaching, right?

all of this led up to now, when you had to leave again promising danielle that you would go on a proper date next time.

“do you pinky promise?” she had asked.

“i pinky promise.” you said interlocking her pinky with yours.

and then you were off, on your way to fight another villain that didn’t seem real. another thing that had happened once you became more popular was the rise of paranormal activities. more and more unnatural things continued to happen to the citizens of seoul and especially you.

you knew all spider-mans were typically different in terms of extra abilities, but the persona you related to the most as of now is miles morales.

just a week ago, you were mid fight and when you prepared to attack electricity was all around your arm seemingly enhancing your damage. the guy you were fighting passed out after one more hit making you stare at your hands in awe. was that really you?

due most of your time being devoted to getting most of your information about the spiderverse from online or in comic books, you near instantly noticed this power related to miles morales your favorite spider-man.

okay maybe yunjin was right you are a nerd but it’s okay, being one helped you survive the hell that is being spiderman.

but speaking in terms of the present, right now you were fighting something like the prowler. though you refused to actually call it the prowler because you were afraid. afraid you had the same fate as the other spidermans.

you didn’t what you would do if you found out one of your family members was behind there, that would mean you were hurting your family. yunjin constantly told you it wouldn’t be your fault but the thought still lingered in your mind.

you never accepted things easily, and one day it would come to bite you in the ass but for now.

you just had to make it through the day.

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A Different World hit 300 Kudos!!!

I'm really peaking with my second fic lol. But in celebration of this fic doing so well, I thought I'd drop a preview into the next chapter.

For those who haven't read this fic and are just seeing this now, I'd highly advice checking out the whole fic: A Different World (Spider-verse Fic)

If you're continuing to read without reading the whole fic (valid, I guess), Earth-42 Gwen goes by her middle name Maxine, and Knull is currently trying to conquer Earth-42 :)

Chapter 12: Entertaining the Entertainment District (Miles-1610)

It’s all his fault.

The silence that overtook the room was suffocating.

What had he unleashed on this city?

Miles’s heart was pounding hard in his chest.  If he hadn’t attacked Toxin and Fury, then Knull wouldn’t have retaliated. But if he hadn’t stopped them, they would have kidnapped more people with their chemical bombs. That didn’t mean he had to set a fire to their plants. Maybe he could have used something else to kill those plants. But- His thoughts ran cyclical as he tried to rationalize the chaos he just unleashed on this city.

“Hey, maybe you should stay here?” Prowler directed towards Max. His voice had turned impossible soft. Miles was surprised Prowler could be that tender. Prowler had his hand out reached like he wanted to hold her hand but stopped just before they could touch. 

“Huh? What?” Max stepped back flabbergasted.

Prowler stepped closer. “It’s just… With everything going on with Knull, you really should be trying to lay low. That thing is probably out there looking for you. You two need to get some rest and get prepared for when one of them comes and finds you.” Prowler threw his thumb back at Miles. “I’ll handle that dip shit and get him home.”

“I- No, I need to see this through. Besides, what if you run into any symbiotes seeking revenge?” Max pushed back.

“I’ve already ran into a symbiote today. I handle it pretty well if I do say so myself.”

“YOU WHAT?!?”

Maxine started Integrating Prowler back. A mixture of concern and frustration poured from Maxine. She seemed more frustrated Prowler decided to fight the symbiote rather than just run away.

Is this the life everyone on this earth has to live with? To live in fear of random, spontaneous attacks and kidnapping. To be left wondering if your loved ones are still alive or being used as a host to harm others. Thinking of all Miles had learned about Knull and his symbiotes, only one thought came to his mind.

This body snatching alien invasion has gone on long enough.

This world was robbed of a Spider-hero. Miles would be damned to let this invasion get any worse under his watch.

His fists tightened as he looked to Cindy. The word “Where?” escaped his lips. She only looked back confused. “Where are they symbiotes attacking?” Miles reiterated.

“East Harlem,” Cindy answered. “They say there’s about 15 to 20 of them over there.”

Miles nodded. He knew their weaknesses now. Plans of how to take them down one by one filled his head. “Knull and his army have barely seen anything yet,” Miles said darkly. His venom blast charged up his arms.

“Hey! Whoa, slow your roll Spidey!” Prowler growled. “The only place you’re going is home. Don’t you have a Dad to save or something? I thought getting back to your universe was your first priority,” Prowler pointed.

“It is but I can’t just leave you to fend off this monster on your own. He’s already taken over most of the Bronx.” Miles pushed back.

“Alchemax will handle the situation. They’ve held him back this far,” Prowler threw back.

“This really isn’t your problem to deal with.” Max added.

“You’re really going to entrust the company that created the symbiote problem to stop this invasion?” Miles asked.

The two turned quiet after that.

“I say we let  Spidey try,” Cindy shrugged.

“Absolutely not.” “Stay out of this Cindy.” The pair answered at the same time.

“What? The guy wants to try. Why not let him? We need more people like him. People willing to stand up to that Alien tyrant.”

“Because Spidey’s friends have started to show up in our city looking for him,” Prowler crossed his arms.

Miles’s heart stopped.

They found him.

[aishangotome]

Minamoto No Yoritomo: Chapter 1

(Gathering my magical power, I'll break the bond with Tamamo... and definitely open my own pharmacy!)

Thinking of the ordinary and lovable daily life, Yoshino encouraged herself and looked straight ahead.

Yoshino: Nice to meet you! Everyone.

Yoritomo: Alright. Good determination.

Yoritomo's eyes shone brightly, gathering the moonlight.

Yoritomo: Of course, what happened today must be kept secret. If you have any problems living in the Imperial Palace, tell these guys here.

Tamamo: I'd like you to introduce us again. I already know your name, but you were quite busy earlier.

Yoritomo: Alright. You too, remember it well, Yoshino.

Yoshino: Y-Yes.

Yoritomo: This tall guy with droopy eyes is my vassal and the muscle of the Kamakura shogunate, Morinaga Adachi.

Yoshino: ...Muscle?

Morinaga: That expression is a bit confusing, but... I actually go out to battle and command soldiers a lot.

(His demeanor is gentle, but what he does feels like a warrior.)

Yoritomo: Next, also a vassal. The glasses guy, Kagetoki Kajiwara.

Kagetoki: As Yoritomo-sama's vassal, I mainly handle domestic affairs and the management of vassals.

Kagetoki: It is also my duty to eliminate incompetent people from the shogunate. Be careful.

(Just as he looks, he seems a little scary...)

(...But, he was called the glasses guy, so that's okay.)

Yoritomo: Finally, this is Shigehira Taira, who I'm allied with. His role is...

Shigehira: The common sense guy!

Shigehira bit back before Yoritomo-sama could continue.

Shigehira: Listening to this, couldn't you introduce me a little better?

(His face is so well-proportioned that it's hard to approach, but seeing him talk, he's quite emotional.)

(Hm? Come to think of it, 'Taira'...)

Yoshino: Shigehira-san, are you from the Taira clan?

Shigehira: What, is that bad?

Yoshino: N-No, it's not bad, but...

Flustered by his grumpy reply, Yoshino glanced between Yoritomo-sama and Shigehira-san.

(The Genji and Taira clans were supposed to be opposed to each other, right?)

Even I, who am not well-versed in politics, know that Yoritomo-sama, the leader of the Genji clan, defeated the Taira clan in battle.

Shigehira: Right now, I'm just under Yoritomo-sama's umbrella. I don't have any obligation to explain more than that, right?

Yoshino: I understand...

(There seems to be some circumstances, but it seems like he doesn't want me to pry.)

Yoritomo: And I am the shogun, Minamoto no Yoritomo. Well, I don't need to explain, do I?

Morinaga: Yoritomo-sama is the black-hearted one, isn't he?

(Morinaga-san also says quite a lot with a smile...)

Yoritomo: Don't praise me. I'll get embarrassed.

Yoritomo-sama brushed off Morinaga-san's words without looking angry.

Yoritomo: That's all for the introductions. For today, I'll show you to your rooms.

Yoritomo: Tomorrow, we'll talk about the future. Alright? Yoshino, Tamamo.

(He speaks like someone used to giving orders.)

(Thinking about it again... I was meeting with an incredibly important person.)

Yoshino: Yes...! Thank you for the room.

Now that the crisis has passed, I'm not sure how to act towards Yoritomo-sama.

Tamamo: I can't wait for the feeling of a futon after a long time. Have them prepare a comfortable one.

Tamamo: Also, for breakfast, I want grilled fish and inari sushi.

Yoshino: Hey, Tamamo!

(As expected of a yokai...! Unlike me, he has no hesitation.)

Tamamo is calm despite my panic.

Yoritomo: You're a more brazen beast than I thought.

Kagetoki: Why not just let him sleep in the grass?

Kagetoki: If he has his own fur, that should be enough for a futon.

(Harsh... Kagetoki-san and Tamamo don't seem to get along.)

Tamamo: Kagetoki. You're often called a sneaky glasses guy, aren't you?

Yoshino: Sneaky glasses guy!?

(That was an amazing insult!)

Kagetoki: Unfortunately, tonight is the first time I've had the experience of being called that.

Kagetoki: But I wouldn't mind sewing your mouth shut and making it the last.

(Oh no, Kagetoki-san isn't backing down either...!)

As I watched nervously, Morinaga-san burst out laughing.

Morinaga: Tamamo... You're funny. You're great.

Kagetoki: You're laughing too much, fluffy muscle man.

Shigehira: Hey. Seriously, stop this pointless bickering.

(Huh? But...)

Yoshino: Shigehira-san's shoulders are trembling a little too...

Shigehira: ...It's your imagination! Your eyes are playing tricks on you.

Clearing his throat, Shigehira-san flatly denied it.

(Is that so...? I feel like he was trying to hold back laughter.)

Shigehira: More importantly, I want to go home now.

Yoritomo: Well, it's time for the kid to go to bed. Kagetoki, put Shigehira to bed.

Shigehira: Who's a kid, who is!

Morinaga: Don't get mad, Shigehira. If you sleep early, you'll grow taller.

Morinaga-san patted Shigehira-san's head.

Shigehira: S-Stop it! Just because you're a little tall...

Shigehira: In general, it's not very convincing coming from someone who stays up late gambling.

Morinaga: You're so young, Shigehira. I grow my body through sleep and my brain through gambling.

Shigehira: ...Liar!

(I can't tell if these people get along or not.)

Wondering, I coughed softly.

Yoshino: Just listening to the conversation, it's hard to believe it's between the shogun and his close aides.

Morinaga: You'll get used to it soon.

Yoshino: I hope so...

(They seem to be quite unique individuals. Not all samurai are like this, are they?)

Kagetoki: Now... It's true that I'd like to rest soon. We've been moving around unnecessarily tonight.

Morinaga: That's right. ...Well then, good night, Yoritomo-sama.

Yoritomo: Ah. See you tomorrow.

Kagetoki-san and the other two bowed their heads slightly to Yoritomo-sama.

Yoshino: You all don't live in the Imperial Palace?

Kagetoki: Of course not. Since you don't seem to understand, let me tell you...

Kagetoki: You should remember that it's a special thing for you to live in the Imperial Palace.

Yoshino: Is that so...?

Yoshino: Oh no, I'm getting even more nervous.

(I'm already unsure how to behave...)

Yoritomo: There's no need to be reserved.

As he said this in an arrogant voice, he casually pulled my arm...

(Ah...)

Yoritomo: After all, I intend for you to be 'especially' useful.

I was involuntarily captivated by his sharp eyes that were so close.

(What a forceful person... Even if he is the shogun...)

I try to maintain my composure and search for words to respond.

--CHOICES--

I'll do my best...

I'm dreading it

Yoritomo-sama, please

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Yoshino: Y-Yoritomo-sama... Please don't forget your promise to protect me and Tamamo.

Yoritomo: Excellent. The stronger your spirit, the more fun it is to tame you.

Yoritomo-sama laughed loudly and suddenly released me.

Yoritomo: Come. I'll gladly welcome you to this Imperial Palace.

Yoshino: Thank you...

(Sigh... If I'm this flustered now, will I be okay in the future?)

After greeting the other three, I followed Yoritomo-sama through the heavy gate.

My heart began to pound with the anticipation of the turbulent days to come.

(If I had known before coming to Kamakura that I would be living in the same building as the shogun, what would I have thought?)

(Yeah... I probably wouldn't have believed it.)

That day, I slept soundly in the room I was given... Perhaps because I was tired, I didn't have any dreams.

-

The next morning--

I was summoned along with Tamamo and visited Yoritomo-sama's room.

Next to Yoritomo-sama, Kagetoki-san was standing by, his glasses glinting coldly.

Yoshino: ...Yoritomo-sama, what did you say just now?

Yoritomo: I said, I'm appointing you as my personal attendant.

Yoritomo: From now on, when I leave the Imperial Palace for official duties, you'll accompany me.

(You're joking, right!?)

(Being an attendant means taking care of personal needs, right?)

While I'm confused, Tamamo laughs cheerfully next to me.

Tamamo: Oh, am I an attendant too, Yoritomo?

Kagetoki: You stand out too much. Besides, you have no intention of listening to anyone anyway.

Tamamo: You're quick to figure out my personality in one night, Kagetoki.

Kagetoki: Don't make careless remarks when you had no intention of hiding it in the first place.

Yoritomo: Tamamo is considered my guest. You can do as you please, but don't cause any trouble, okay?

Tamamo: I can't promise that.

(Certainly, if Tamamo pretended to be an attendant, it would be strange no matter how you look at it...)

Yoshino: Wait a minute! I'm just a pharmacist, you know?

I raise my voice as much as I can and try to protest.

Kagetoki: It can't be helped. We need to strengthen Yoritomo-sama's personal protection in preparation for Yoshitsune's attack.

Kagetoki: Military force can be suppressed with military force, but magic power cannot be prevented.

Tamamo: I see, so that's why Yoshino is needed.

(Needed...)

Yoshino: So, being an attendant is just a name, and in reality, I'm a bodyguard?

Yoritomo: That's right.

Yoritomo: Tamamo, can she still use your ability to steal magic power even if Yoshino is away from you?

Tamamo: Yes. There's no problem.

Yoritomo: Good.

Yoritomo: Yoshino, you're lucky. You can gain valuable experience.

(Not good at all!)

Yoshino: I don't know any etiquette, and it's absolutely impossible for me to be an attendant to someone as important as the shogun.

Yoritomo: You don't need to do anything. Just walk behind me and sit next to me.

Yoritomo: It's a simple job that even a monkey could do. Or are you less than a monkey?

Yoshino: Less than a monkey!?

(What a way to put it...)

Just as I was about to retort, the sliding door slid open.

Morinaga: Yoritomo-sama, it's almost time for you to go out. ...Oh.

Morinaga: Yoshino, Tamamo, good morning.

Yoshino: Ah, good morning, Morinaga-san.

I was given a refreshing smile that blew away the tense atmosphere, and I returned the greeting.

Yoritomo: You came at just the right time, Morinaga.

Yoritomo: Carry this woman outside. I intend to take her with me, but she's not very obedient.

Morinaga: Oh...

(Morinaga-san...?)

Yoshino: I believe you're a good person, Morinaga-san!

Tilting his head, Morinaga-san put his hands together apologetically.

Morinaga: I'm sorry, Yoshino. I'll buy you your favorite sweets at the market next time.

Yoshino: It's not a matter of sweets... Wah!?

Before I knew it, he quickly approached and lifted me up effortlessly, causing my vision to shake.

(So high!)

Yoshino: Put me down...

Morinaga: Don't struggle, don't struggle. It's only scary at first.

Yoshino: I'm even more scared now!

Yoritomo: Let's hurry. If we're late, it'll mess up the rest of the schedule.

Kagetoki: Have a safe trip, Yoritomo-sama.

Tamamo: Yoshino, I'm counting on you for souvenirs.

Yoshino: How can you say such carefree things!?

(What about my will!?)

I protested as much as I could while being carried like luggage, but...

-

(This is what it's come to.)

After crossing the border on horseback for a while, we transferred to an oxcart that had come to pick us up.

(This is the first time I've ridden in an oxcart... but)

I don't seem to have the luxury of enjoying it right now.

Yoritomo: Hey, how long are you going to keep pouting? You're troublesome.

Yoshino: I'm not pouting, I'm nervous.

I retorted while feeling the rattling vibrations under my butt.

Yoritomo-sama, sitting across from me, had a look on his face that said he didn't care at all.

Yoritomo: Oh, is that so?

(Since I'm going through this because of Yoritomo-sama, he could at least be a little more sympathetic.)

(He probably thinks it's natural for a commoner like me to obey him.)

I took a small breath to try to regain my composure.

Yoshino: By the way, where is this oxcart headed?

Yoritomo: It's one of the countries under my umbrella. I've been invited to a banquet.

Yoshino: A banquet? Is that official business?

I blinked in surprise at his answer.

Yoritomo: What? You have a problem with that?

Yoshino: No... It's just that, since you're going out of your way to travel far when you might be targeted...

Yoshino: I thought it must be a very important job...

Yoritomo: Well, that's too bad for you.

I stared at Yoritomo-sama, who shrugged his shoulders, in disbelief.

(I did say I would cooperate with the Kamakura shogunate, but I never thought I would be dragged to a banquet.)

Yoritomo: You're a stubborn woman. Just give it up already.

I was showered with amused laughter, and I couldn't help but purse my lips...

Yoritomo: Ha, you have such an easy-to-read face.

(Huh?)

Yoritomo-sama leaned forward with a mischievous smile.

Creak... the wooden floor creaked faintly.

Yoshino: Y-Yoritomo-sama?

(So close.)

I involuntarily stepped back and my back hit the wall.

Yoritomo: Where are you trying to escape to?

Yoshino: Ah...

Yoritomo-sama's hand rested on the wall, cutting off my escape route.

Yoshino: What are you doing...?

Yoritomo: Who knows?

Yoritomo: How should I make a woman who's not interested in my orders obey me, I wonder?

(What does that mean...?)

His sweet, poisonous voice gradually seeped into my ears.

Yoritomo-sama looked down at me, who was holding my breath slightly, with amusement.

Yoshino: Make me obey... I'm troubled by you saying such selfish things!

Yoritomo: Selfish things, huh? Let me tell you, my intentions are the shogunate's decisions.

Yoshino: That's...

Yoritomo: Give up, there are fates you can't escape. After all, sacrifices are necessary for the greater good.

Yoritomo: Your feelings and the shogunate's decision. It's obvious which one I'll choose, isn't it?

Yoritomo: If you say you don't understand... I'll teach your body. From now on, thoroughly.

(Ah...)

My heartbeat quickened, unable to stop the slight fever stirred up by his words and gaze.

As I lost my words, the oxcart shook suddenly.

(Whoa!)

Yoritomo: Have we arrived?

Strong arms easily caught my shoulders as I stumbled.

Yoritomo: Too bad, huh? I'll continue this later.

Yoritomo-sama stood up, screwing his smiling gaze into my eyes once more.

(I was completely teased...!)

Yoshino: Stop it already. Do you enjoy teasing people?

Yoritomo: It's quite fun to see you get so worked up.

(This person really has a terrible personality.)

I thought angrily as I also stood up.

Following Yoritomo-sama, I got off the oxcart and...

-

(What is this...!)

A large crowd of people lined up on both sides of the road, bowing their heads towards us.

The samurai at the front stared at Yoritomo-sama with a tense expression.

Samurai: Yoritomo-sama, welcome.

Yoritomo: It's been a while. I'm glad to see you're well.

(Ah... His attitude is already different.)

His face, pasted with a perfect smile, looks like a completely different person from a while ago.

Samurai: I'm honored. We have prepared a seat for you to rest from your long journey. Please, this way.

Yoritomo: Thank you. I'm looking forward to it.

Yoritomo-sama walked proudly through the center of the bowing people.

(He really feels like a person in power.)

(Is it okay for me to follow him...?)

Yoritomo-sama turned around as if reading my hesitation, and even that movement seemed calculated, with the sleeves of his kimono fluttering beautifully.

Yoritomo: Come, Yoshino.

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Chapter 2

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Under Her Skin Pt. 6

Shrine of Dumat

Under Her Skin Masterpost First: Vicinius Previous: Listening In

The party arrives at the Shrine of Dumat.

PC: So this is the shrine Corypheus his from Calpernia.

Party comments:

Blackwall: Let’s hope he doesn’t decide to visit while we’re inside.

Dorian: There are similar places in Tevinter. Notice how you feel it in the back of your mind. There’s power here—or was.

Cassandra: It is far, far too quiet.

Cole: This is a sad place, filled with old pain. People spoke here, and something listened, until it didn’t.

Vivienne: A shrine to one of the Old Gods. Few still exist.

Sera: Shrines are bad. Who here doesn’t know that?

Iron Bull: Seems deserted… but they always seem deserted.

*Demons spawn as they enter, appearing throughout the temple. Eventually, the PC finds a memory crystal.

Corypheus: Awake, in a world twisted into perversion and ruin. Awake, only to discover the light of wisdom has gone black. Samson has failed, but Calpernia stands ready.

Party comments:

Varric: Another memory crystal. We’ve found Corypheus’s diary.

Solas: More memory crystals. Let us hope Corypheus enjoys hearing himself speak.

Iron Bull: More crystals… and a bad guy who likes to talk to himself. This should be good.

Sera: Is that Cory-friggy? Who like their own voice enough to do this?

Vivienne: It seems Corypheus has been collecting his thoughts.

Cole: The stones trap the words, like a mind. He wanted someone to listen.

Cassandra: These are more memory crystals. Corypheus was recording his thoughts?

They continue through the shrine, continuing to find crystals.

Corypheus: I recited the old verses. How easily they come, even after so long a slumber. Yet I still do not feel the presence of Dumat—hear no whispers, no commands. Silence has fallen.

Corypheus: Calpernia prepares to set foot in the place where regret dwells, to bring it into the light. She cannot know what must be done, cannot understand. In time, she will forgive.

Corypheus: How does this age stand such desolation? They sing to a “Maker” who answers no prayers. Once I have ascended, I will be their answer. I will be their light.

Corypheus: A slave girl who burned with potential, ignored by all save myself. Her master did not see it. No one saw it. This world has gone craven and blind.

Corypheus: Did the others never return from the Black City? There s no record even of our names! We a re vilified by legend. They spit on our deeds and claim we brought darkness into the world. We discovered the darkness. We claimed it as out own, let it permeate our being. If the others have not returned, they are lost. I am alone in my glory.

Corypheus (Dalish PC): The Anchor is lost. An elf dares claim it. Corypheus (Qunari PC): The Anchor has been stolen. By a beast of strange blood. Corypheus (dwarf PC): The Anchor has been stolen. By a child of the Stone, no less. Corypheus (human mage PC): The Anchor is gone, taken by a mage of lesser gifts. Corypheus (human non-mage PC): The Anchor has been stolen, by a stripling.

Corypheus: I shall descend on this Haven with fire and fury and take it back. Let us see what manner of “Herald” this age has bred.

Next: The Pencil Sketch

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Over my head (Miguel ‘o’ Hara x Reader)

Pairing: Miguel x f reader

Summary: y/n is a kind hearted nurse who’s life gets turned upside down as she get fired from one the most prestigious hospitals in NYC , desperate , she start filing job applications wherever. Coincidentally a stressed Miguel is looking for a nurse due to a big amount of spider people getting injured due to the surprisingly large amount of anomalies happening in the spider verse. What could go wrong is these two meet?

Themes: ✎slow burn ( I think)

Mutual pining

✎office romance (¿)

Hidden romance

✎Smut available as story progresses.

Dom Miguel x sub/bratty reader

✎Stubborn, Ill tempered Miguel.

✎ Angelic reader .

It girl reader.

✎I try to be as accurate as possible.

English is not my first language so bare with me.

✎badass stoic x sweet empath.

Og spanish speaker so be prepared for steamy dialogue :3

See master list for previous or future chapters

Chapter 1: pilot.

Everything was going great , really it was , you finally managed to become independent and move out, managed to get an amazing job with your hard worked degree, and lastly you were earning enough to get by and pay your student loans.

Until one fateful night you clocked in for your shift as a critical care nurse with your cute violet scrubs , one thing your coworkers really admired about you was your honest heart and true willingness to take care of those whose been injured tragically in a blink of an eye. You took your job very seriously and really put your soul into every stitch and intubation. So was the case when a powerful politician from your city arrive after a failed assassination attempt, you and your team managed to stabilize him and all procedures in the ICU went well.

In terms of post care you medicated him according to doctors order, you didn't go a gram over his pain medication and he seemed to be recovering quickly and well. Things started to go side ways when you had to leave work early since a friend of yours, Gigi got blackout drunk after a break up in a sketchy part of town. Not being able to handle the thought of all the things that could happen to her ;you left your patient to a newbie , trusting him to take good care of your patient (big mistake).

After leaving Gigi in her home , you called to get the rest of your day off so you could enjoy a well deserved break and catch up on some series you've left behind .The next morning you arrived to the hospital and quickly noticed your coworkers heads turning in your directos  staring at you with a wide gaze. You thought nothing of it and went to check on your patient room to see how all went last night. As soon as you entered the room you saw some iv drips on the floor , pillows and a mattress thrown to oblivion and most importantly your patient going bat shit crazy assaulting the newbie you left him in charge of , in the meanwhile some other nurses try to get him off the poor guy who was just trying to do you a favor.

Next thing you know you're rushing to the locked medicine room to later show your ID to enter the room so you can  quickly insert the tranquilizer in a  syringe to have ready . After locking up the place  you sprint back to room number #13 hoping no one is gravely injured, soon you open the door to then tip toe on ceramic tiles as you attempt to knock out the source of all the chaos.

To your bad luck the newbies eyes looking at the politicians back betrays you and in the blink of an eye you're the one that's being chocked on.

-“DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM! GIVE ME SOME MORE OF THAT GOOD SHIT AND ILL BE ON MY FUCKING WAY.ITS NOT THAT BLOODY HARD.”- After the patient yelled this out everything clicked in your mind , the newbie nurse must have given him a heavy dose leaving him now in some sort of withdrawal.  But for the moment all you have to think about is how to get out of this alive , the pressure on your neck starts to make your vision hazy before you black out you throw the syringe to a nurse nearby and the next thing you see is black.

A few minutes later you flutter your eyes open and find yourself in a separate room with the newbie nurse standing by your side.

-“Y/n , how are you? I'm so sorry for how thing turned out, turns out the patient had prior history of substance abuse that wasn't on the chart and he somehow convinced me he was in indescribable pain so I switched up the medicine to dia morphine.- Said the ditzy nurse as he looked at the ground with shame.”

-“You did what?!”- You yelled out sitting straight.

・゜゜・．

Meanwhile in spider society headquarters things seemed to be going rough...

Lately there's been far to many anomalies, taking more spider men than normal to complete missions while also getting more injured than never.

Some spider man were returning so beat up that they couldn't return to their own universe , leaving some altruistic spider people to patch up their injuries to the best of their abilities and bring them home.

-“Miguel , we need to get some sort of medical assistance up in here. You can't keep asking Lyla to guess is someone is in a comma or just concussed. God forbid I start pushing out this baby due to the stress I'm suffering.”- Stated Jessica drew while walking back and forth in Miguel's office.

-“They're spider people they have to get used to a scratch or too.”- mumbled Miguel while looking through his screens for any new anomalies.

-“Miguel i know it's tough to find someone to confide in but please , you're the leader of this organization for a reason , think of their families and partners they'll start to worry , they shouldn't get used to their  loved one coming home with a lip busted open just cause their boss doesn't want to Pay for their health care.”

Spiderman 2099 proceeds to squeeze his eyes with force refusing to accept that all the recent events and getting out of his hands while squeezing the bridge of his nose but with a final exhale he decided to do what's right.

-“Don't worry about it , I'll get to it as soon as possible.”- he replied trying to give Jessica some reassurance

・゜゜・．

-“I assume you know why you’re here y/n.”- Said the hospitals director, in her office as you sat down in front of her , unable to lift your face following the series of catastrophic events.-“I think you and I both know you've made a mistake , but you and I both know you've contributed a lot to this hospital”- said the blond haired director as she stood up started walking around the room.-“What happened yesterday was partially your fault but mainly not , my dear friend ,your patient;  has a little addiction that's harmful to nobody. The newbie giving him dia morphine was the next step for him to level up his addiction. He's tried some other shit before but nothing as good as the pain killer administered to him the day of the events. So taking all things Into consideration i leave you two options

Voluntary resignation or...”- as the words exited the directors mouth you felt your whole world fall to the ground everything you worked for poof , gone in a blink of an eye.- “Or continuing administering dia morphine and other requested pain killers to my friend safely while creating fake patient charts to justify the use of  said drugs to the board of directors.”

இ

After signing in your resignation you cried all the way home on the subway not caring who was watching, how did your life turn out like this? You couldn't blame Gigi, she didn't know all of this was gonna happen.

As soon as you arrived to your apartment you took out a bucket of stratichella ice cream and started applying for jobs right away online.

After almost a week with no luck you started to get desperate. The last job offer that was left was one where you checked all the requirements the down side is they were looking for a male nurse. But as you re read the requirements to decided sure they would change their minds as soon as as they saw your qualifications.

Requirements.

-Registered nurse.

-3+ Years of experience.

-Certified specialist in critical care.

- Motivated and hard working.

-Skillful and diligent.

-Time availability.

-Works well under pressure.

-Age: 23- 30 years old.

-Good physical and mental health.

-No criminal history.

-male

Company: Spid-so.co

Employer: Michael 'o' hare.

Email for inquiries: Lylalovesbunnie999@spidso.com

[stellamancer]

niku niku niku!!!! i am dropping by with a few things i find pretty bc april is so very pretty to me! 🍞🌻💭🌷☀️🫧✨🌱💗🍓 how are you?? i hope the month is lovely to you 🥺

i also come back with a curious sel question 🤓 a more technical writing one but, what is your anchor point to writing a character like gojo or deku (or bakugo)? what part of them do you like exploring and what quality of theirs stays the same to you across any universe you put them in? 🥺

I AM OKIE. very full from the breakfast i just ate (some steamed shrimp dumplings hehe). i hope you are well lil selsel. i know you have been a very busy girl lately. LMAO

please be prepared for my very long answer. because i will be addressing all three.

let's start with deku since i think he's the most straightforward. i'm actually not entirely what you mean by anchor point but in terms of what i like to explore with writing deku. it's like. this is honestly all on a very... hypothetical scale since my one deku fic is. well not like this (in fact i read it last night and you know it's about three years old now and the bits of my writing i think have changed... lmao).

anyway. i'm getting off track. for deku i like... i really like to explore how adamant he is about... helping people LMAOOO. with the exception of one wip. deku is very dedicated to helping reader in some shape or form (in that other wip is more that the reader is working to save HIM). but as much as i love writing how sweet and kind he is, i do actually like giving him a change to quip a little. he's a smart lil guy.

but the one thing i like to have (generally) be consistent is that earnest goodness that basically defines deku. it doesn't always have to be at the forefront, and it might even be buried but. you know. so i like writing fics where that gets to be highlighted.

next. bakugou. it's a little hard to talk about bakugou because i, despite what you might think, have not really thought of many fic ideas for him. it's really just my kitchen adventure neighbors series and the one shot i will maybe finish one day 'surface of the sun' and they're actually pretty similar in terms of theme. i guess i have those emotional support bkg drabbles too. but those i've really just wrote on a whim.

i think, and i suppose i said this with deku and i will say this with gojo, it's very important to keep the core of the character in mind when you write them in any au. for bakugou specifically it's his roundabout way of being kind. he's not straightforward in his kindness like deku, but a little more... harsh about it. i suppose. like deku will get you lunch and smile at you and say he hopes you like it (but knows you will because he knows it's your favorite) bakugou on the other hand might just shove it at you and tell you to just eat it LMAOO. which is probably a very general way of saying it.

with bakugou there's a balance you have to maintain: his actually legitimate good heart and his attitude. bakugou seems mean at a glance, but he's really just harsh. which also seems like the same thing. that being said, if you make him too soft then... it feels like something's missing, but make him too harsh and he's just outright mean. i think. i'm not sure bakugou is more willow's expertise LMAO (willer do NOT LOOK AT ME TALKING ABOUT BKG)

and finally gojo.

it's hard to say with gojo. i think also because i approach writing from a scenic standpoint (so i see scenes a little less than character traits). i think similarly to deku, outside of infinite loop!verse which i regard a bit similarly to the emotional support bkg drabbles. I guess i like writing being a menace but not like. in a mean way? idk. but when i think of the like... non infinite loop!verse fics i've written/have planned i think that similar to deku there's a desire to help people but he's not as... straight forward about it and there's a bit of serving his own goals too. haha. he's nice as nice about things as deku.

similar to like. bkg. whenever i write gojo i have to try and keep a balance. but just replace harshness with frivolity. LMAOOO. that's why i've said to you before that i think that if you write gojo you can write bkg, because i take a similar approach to both. too nice is just not gojo and too frivolous is not gojo either. i think there's also a bit more of a complicated blend with gojo especially when you take to account other factors. for that reason for one of the aus it was kind of hard to figure out how to write him but i think i figured it out.

....damn i yapped a lot. i don't even know if i actually answered your questions LMAOOO.

[the-hilda-librarians-wife]

Carpe Diem - Chapter 10

Pairing: Sketchbook (Kaisa/Johanna)

Summary: Carpe diem: one of the five latim mottos of the arcadist, or neoclassical movement. Literally translates to "seize the day"

Picking up where Locus Amoenus left off, this fic follows the lives of Kaisa and Johanna for a couple weeks as their feelings grow and develop. Updated weekly.

Notes: Hey, guys! Sorry for having skipped last week. In my defense, it wasn’t a cliffhanger. Anyway, I hope you guys are still up for this story!  Btw "Pasargada" in the first paragraph is a reference to the poem "Vou-me embora pra Pasárgada" (I'm leaving for Pasárgada, in English). It's just supposed to represent an idealized place, but I like to pop Brazilian lit references bc why not :)

Read it on ao3 or read the first installment on this verse or read the second installment on this verse  

When Johanna drove back home, much later into the evening after having spent a lovely afternoon with Kaisa, saying she was on cloud nine felt like it fell flat in comparison to her feelings. She was in heaven. She was in Pasargada. She was in Ancient Greece, about to deliver an offering to Aphrodite in thanksgiving for blessing her with her beloved. Cloud nine was nothing compared to how she felt. 

So, of course, she had had to share it. Edmund hadn’t been home when she arrived, making her assume he was working on his professor’s project. She could have texted him the news, but this felt like something that was too big to deliver over text. This deserved drumrolls and pomp, and she wanted to make sure she could see his face when she told him. That being the situation, she decided to do the next best thing and pay her best friend a visit, both to gossip and to let him know he would still be hearing a lot about Kaisa, but under very different circumstances now.

Alfred lived in a student accommodation which was also inside the campus, a short walk away from Johanna’s house. The flat was shared between him and two other alumni, a Weather Sciences graduate who was doing a masters in fire sciences and another one that frankly, nobody could figure out what he did. Johanna had been there enough times to show up uninvited, and as the door had been unlocked when she arrived, she allowed herself in.

“Guys?” She announced herself by saying. “It’s Johanna. Is Alfred here?”

“In the kitchen, Jo!” Came his voice through the wall that separated the entrance corridor, which had the doors to each of their bedrooms, from the communal area, which consisted of a living room and an attached kitchen. When she walked in there, the three of them were in the process of making dinner.

In the back of her mind, Johanna thought that there would definitely not be dinner for her that night. Even if she hadn’t eaten her fill for the day from the spread Kaisa had made them, she was far too giddy to be able to eat anything else. It felt like tiny explosions of fireworks inside her belly.

“Good night, you three!” She said, a little breathlessly and accompanied by a happy wave. It was enough to make Alfred stop chopping a tomato and lift his eyebrows at her. He knew her well enough to pick up on the sudden bright mood. “How do you do?”

“Well enough, thanks.” Answered the guy whose major nobody knew, as he was putting something in the oven. He had long, curly brown hair that fell over his face and made it hard to distinguish his features. The other one, who kept his black hair tied back in a neat bun, offered her a smile and a ‘same here’. 

“Would you guys mind if I talked to Al for a minute?”

There was no need to ask, of course. Alfred had already stopped his salad preparations and was wiping his hands to go give her attention, but the other guys were nice and Johanna didn’t want to disturb their meal prep. Both assented, and Johanna let her friend guide her to his room where they could have more privacy.

Alfred’s bedroom was impeccably neat, exactly like she imagined the inside of his mind must be like. There was not a single book out of place, and not a single crease on his duvet. Until she unceremoniously sat on it, that is, and she almost felt bad for it. Her spirits were lifted too high for any guilt to register on her mind. After closing the door behind them, he sat down on his desk’s chair and made her retell, word by word, exactly what had happened.

Even if she’d tried to do it to the best of her ability, her mind was too convoluted with chart topping amounts of adrenaline and oxytocin for a single coherent thought to come to her, so she often had to take back a sentence after she realized she’d forgotten to mention something that came before it, or had to repeat the same point in the story twice to make sure it was accurate enough for him to get a crystal clear image of what had happened.

He was over the moon for her, as expected. Johanna was sure Kaisa would eventually get a ‘hurt Johanna and you’re dead’ speech, but it was much more likely that this would come from her cousin rather than Alfred. His style of support was much more like helping Johanna overanalyse their interactions than making sure Kaisa knew she’d regret it if she messed up. It was something she was grateful for, of course, but unfortunately it meant that he was armed with a lot of realism to cut through Johanna’s haze.

Which meant that he’d noticed the lack of usage of the ‘g’ word in Johanna and Kaisa’s conversations.

“Isn’t it kind of obvious, though?” Johanna asked when he pointed it out. “We both made it clear we like each other a lot. Doesn’t this make us automatically girlfriends?”

The look Alfred gave her told her he knew damn well she was trying to convince herself through wishful thinking.

“From the girl who asked to hold your hand and then didn’t make a single move until you spelled your feelings out for her? No. I think this situation calls for being stark clear, Jo.”

When she arrived back home, still thinking about Alfred’s advice, Edmund had already come back and settled with a book on their couch. His pretend annoyance when Johanna walked up to him and said she needed to talk to him faded as soon as he noticed where the conversation was going. As soon as she mentioned Kaisa with a besotted schoolgirl voice, he sat up and told her to sit down by his side, clearly hanging on her every word.

All things considered, he did a great job of pretending to be nonchalant and only mildly invested in their relationship, offering her nothing but brief well wishes before announcing he was still very tired from the night before and going to bed. Johanna wasn’t fooled for a second. Deny as he might, Ed was a softie at heart, and she rolled her eyes lovingly as he walked away to his room. Maybe ‘pretends to be cold, is actually a dork’ was just her type of person.

Johanna had only just decided that a cup of tea was what she needed for the heaviness of somnolence to begin to fall over her when her phone whistled with a text.

Kaisa 🐈‍⬛🔮

…So apparently Tildy and Frida had placed a bet on when we’d get together.

Doing her best not to allow her kettle to drip water before she placed the lid on it, Johanna barked a laugh. A wave of affection for Kaisa’s family washed over her as she quickly typed a response.

omg that’s so Them 

I bet Tildy won

Kaisa wasn’t typing for long before the answer came.

Tildy won.

Now she’s bragging about ‘believing in me’ or something. I’m never going to tell her the first move wasn’t mine.

Give urself some credit! Johanna typed, you told me you had been wanting to show me her garden that time. pretty good flirt, if you ask me

The typing sign was off for a considerable couple of seconds, which Johanna took as her typical baffled silence.

I was FLIRTING??????

Oh, good God.

She really did have some work ahead of her.

                                                      ………

Even though they very much wanted to, it was impractical for them to meet on Sunday. Johanna had a group project to work on, and Kaisa, as always, was getting desperate about all that she still had to study. It didn’t stop them from texting all throughout the day, however, and they kept sending each other little nothings that had brought them joy (with the exception of the text Kaisa had sent her asking why she was getting bizarre threats from her cousin).

It was on Monday that they did meet. Johanna had just left a lecture, and Kaisa had arrived early for hers so they could eat together in the cafeteria. The sun was at its peak when they met in the humanities garden, and Johanna felt static energy all around her when she saw Kaisa approaching her with a coy smile and rosy cheeks.

“Hey!” Closing the space between them with eager steps, Johanna pulled her into a hug as soon as she was in arms length. She felt Kaisa’s arms sneaking around her middle as well as the smile on her face when she buried it in Johanna’s shoulders, and scented lavender on her hair. “I missed you. You look beautiful.”

Two months ago, Kaisa would have rolled her eyes and pointed out how they had seen each other the day before yesterday. She would have looked the other way if any couple was being as sappy in front of her, and considered herself too busy and focused on more important things to waste her time similarly.

That Kaisa was probably dead in a ditch at that point.

“Why do you say that?” She asked and didn’t move away from Johanna, not even an inch. She’d done her best to reign it in when picking her clothes for college, catching herself wanting to dress up as if she was going on a date. She supposed she was, but she was pretty sure she’d heard those romance movies that Tildy enjoyed so much saying it did no good to overdo your attempts to impress someone. It only made you look desperate.

But then again, she was currently clinging to Johanna like a koala, so she wasn’t sure she was doing too well on the desperation front.

“Because it’s true, and it’s true everyday, and I’m tired of limiting the amount of times I say it to you.” When she stepped back - minimally, their arms were still around each other, but looser now - Johanna was smiling and gazing into her eyes like she wanted to try and drown in them. “I thought you were the prettiest person I’ve ever seen since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I still can’t believe my luck that you let me be near you.”

If Kaisa had been blushing before, the way she felt like she had been for the whole weekend, now her face was burning up. What the fuck. People should <em>not</em> be allowed to talk like that in public. How was she expected to know how to deal with this?

“You sound like a medieval troubadour poet.” She said, trying and failing not to smile. Aware of Johanna’s eyes on her, she looked down at the grass as if it held the secrets that would save her from acting like a ridiculous teenager in love.

“Well, did they get the girl?”

“No, they usually died at the wars of reconquest first.” 

For a moment, Kaisa was afraid she should have thought of something smooth and flirty to answer instead of blunt honesty, her worries were put to rest by Johanna’s twinkling laughter. 

“Sucks for them, but I already consider myself more successful than their lot.” Her eyes were sparking with satisfaction when Kaisa dared to look back. “Shall we go? You must be starving after your long trip all the way here.”

After they untangled themselves from each other’s arms, Kaisa curtsied before her. “You know I would hike through the harshest terrains to get a glimpse of you, my lady.”

Though she scrunched her nose playfully, Johanna’s face gave away her delight as she hooked her arm through the one that Kaisa had offered her.

“Very on brand of you to try and outdo me, Don Quijote.”

“Don Quijote was insane, Anna.”

“And you aren’t?”

Gladly allowing herself to be defeated, Kaisa chuckled and pretended she wasn’t seeing the way Johanna was looking at her with so much open fondness through the corner of her eye. There had to be a limit of happiness you could feel at once without spontaneously combusting, right?

Something told her that she would go a good length of time testing that theory in the future.

                                                        ………

“Listen, I’m not questioning you, I just don’t get it!” 

They had just finished eating the somewhat questionable food that was offered in the nearest cafeteria, and technically it was time for Johanna to go home and study and for Kaisa to head to her lecture, but they loathed the idea to leave each other. Johanna had already suggested that Kaisa went to her house after the lecture so they could be together a little longer and she could drop her off at home, but it still felt like they were glued to their chairs, both unwilling and unable to separate from one another for any amount of time.

“I mean, what’s the philosophy behind it if you don’t eat any other animal, but do fish meat? What have they done? Have they sinned against you?”

“Yes.” Kaisa answered, her hands flat on her lap and her back straight as she kept her face the most serious she possibly could. “Fish do not blink. I don’t trust them. Therefore, they are sinners and deserve death by my fork.”

Johanna buried her face in her hands and laughed, taking Kaisa with her when she could no longer keep up the bit. She herself had considered turning vegan many times, especially since she began living with Edmund, but she knew she didn’t have the resolution to commit to it just yet. Kaisa, though, was nothing if not committed. In fact, Johanna was willing to place a bet on her only eating fish solely so she could make that joke.

“Okay, Kai, you win.” She said after taking one last sip out of her water bottle. “I subscribe to your brand of fishtianity.”

She bowed her head solemnly. “Welcome, new convert.” When she rightened her posture again, there was a teasing lopsided smile on her lips. “We’re going to have to find something else for you to call me now, though. ‘Kai’ is what Frida calls me and now it’s kind of… weird.”

“Yeah, that’s fair. I’m going to be straight with you, ‘sisterly’ is not how I picture our relationship being from now on.”

“Anna, that’s the least straight you could possibly be.”

It was a good thing she had finished her drink, otherwise she would have choked.

As she watched Kaisa look at her with a mischievous sort of satisfaction in her eyes, Johanna briefly wondered if she had been aware of this very issue when she gave her a nickname different from that which her family and friends called her by, but dispelled that thought when she remembered how very much unaware Kaisa had been when making moves on her. In that aspect, the girl really seemed as thick as the books she read.

Which brought her to the matter she’d been mulling over since talking to Alfred.

The conversation had given her the perfect hook to pop the ‘what are we’ question. Even if a loud cafeteria wasn’t the place she would have preferred that to happen, it was a quick and easy chance to end the dilemma that had been troubling her. She was just analyzing whether it would be too sappy to hit Kaisa with ‘can I call you mine, then?’, and whether Kaisa would even understand it as not being a joke, when a voice she didn’t recognize spoke from behind her.

“Kaisa, oh thank goodness, I have been looking for you everywhere!”

Johanna turned her head to see where that had come from, but not before she saw Kaisa’s eyebrows rise up in amusement.

“Well, in the new century we have this thing called ‘cellphones’ that we can use to talk to people. They really are quite magical, though I know elderly people like yourself can have some trouble with them.”

The tall woman squinted at Kaisa, her wild grey hair falling over her face.

“Didn’t know the humanities people were allowed to use them, that’s all.” She answered, sarcasm dripping from her words. “From the way you lot speak, I thought you were still sending pigeons to each other.”

Johanna’s presence was noticed by the newcomer when she snorted. Her eyes immediately softened when she noticed someone else was accompanying Kaisa.

“Oh, hello.” She said, looking like she didn’t exactly know what to do. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there.”

Johanna greeted her back politely, quite confused but willing to try to fit in on that unexpected situation. Across from her in the booth, Kaisa sighed.

“Johanna, this is Victoria. She’s the asshole friend I told you about.”

Victoria’s eyes shined with recognition when Kaisa said her name. She stepped closer, and offered her her hand. Assuming that this was just how she greeted people, Johanna gave her hers for a handshake.

“Ah, so you’re the Johanna I’ve heard so much about!” She said cheerfully despite Kaisa’s clear warning glare. “A true shame your situation, I’m sorry to hear you’ve been burdened with being on the receiving end of this creep’s affection.”

“Victoria.” Kaisa hissed. “If you’re done, could you please just tell me why you’re looking for me?”

The woman blinked, and the spark in her eyes was replaced by a cloud of concern as she was reminded of her message. She bit the inside of her cheek and fiddled with her labcoat’s hem.

“Oh, that.” There was a stiffness to her voice now. “I’m sorry, maybe we should talk about that alone.”

Kaisa frowned. Victoria wasn’t usually one for seriousness. She only carried things like a burden when their weight hid a true importance, and the only time she could remember seeing her look truly austere was when comforting Kaisa after they met, when she had been crying in a hidden nook. Besides, she’d just confessed to Johanna for her, which, mind you, was concerning since Victoria had not opened Kaisa’s messages since the prior week and had no way of knowing they were actually on the same page now. Her saying they needed privacy wasn’t a good bearing.

"It's okay.” Kaisa found herself saying anyway. “I’m sure that whatever it is, it’s okay if Anna hears it.”

Still standing up beside their table, Victoria glanced at Johanna so quickly it was almost imperceptible, not quite sure about that affirmation.

“If you say so.” She reached into her labcoat’s pocket and picked up a small metal device. Kaisa recognized it as being one she’d shown her in her lab once, a small recorder Victoria had built herself so she could easily record experiments without a bigger gadget holding her down or having to bring her phone into the lab. There was also something about resisting ‘extreme weather events’, but she hadn’t been paying that much attention. “But I warn you that it’s upsetting.”

She placed the device in her hands, and sat down in front of her, by Johanna’s side in the booth. Both of them watched Kaisa closely and with concern, as she ignored the drumming of her heart and brought the machine close to her ear, finally pressing play.

[dailyaudiobible]

2/5/2023 DAB Transcript

Exodus 21:22-23:13, Matthew 24:1-28, Psalm 29:1-11, Proverbs 7:6-23

Today is the fifth day of February, welcome to the Daily Audio Bible. I am Brian, it is great to be here with you today as we greet a…a shiny, sparkly week out in front of us. A busy week it will be indeed, for us, later this afternoon, and all through this evening and all night, we will be journeying to the land of the Bible, from the rolling hills of Tennessee, all the way over to Tel Aviv, where we will be preparing to begin our 2023 tour of the land of the Bible. And that will indeed, be a community experience. There will certainly be a couple of buses of us there, but we will be talking about what we’re doing and where we’re going and how we’re getting along and what's up and posting pictures on social media, of what we’re doing and where we are. And then, later, about a week from now, we’ll have a live broadcast. Once we…once we make it to the Galilee, we’ll be doing that. So, we’ll be talking about all this stuff as we go. I'm just, I’ve got all these like jitters, you know, like am I forgetting something, do I have everything packed, am I ready because it’s not like you can just run down the street to the local whatever store to get what you need. So, thank you for your prayers. And we’re looking forward to that. But that's not until later, and so, this is now, and let us take the next step forward in the Scriptures. We’ve got ourselves a brand-new week here, we’ll read from the EHV, the Evangelical Heritage Version this week. And of course, picking up right where we left off yesterday, Exodus chapter 21 verse 22, through 23 verse 13.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for this brand-new, shiny week. We thank You for resets, we thank You that Your and mercies are new every morning, and that every day is a reset. We thank You for Your kindness and Your patience with us, as we continue to grow and mature. And Father, as this week is a week of traveling, and…and…and immersing ourselves in the land of the Bible, we pray for all of those who will be boarding planes and traveling far, and we pray for ourselves. We have to do the same thing, tonight. So, Holy Spirit, come cover in and among us, over all of the details, over all of the logistics, over all of the moving parts, as we navigate to another part of the world and immerse ourselves in the places that the Bible happened. We ask that You would change us, that this would mark us, that this would change us, irreversibly that we would never see the Bible the same again. Come, Holy Spirit, we pray into all of these coming days. Whether we are in the land or whether we are there, virtually as a community together, make this an important part of our journey, an important part of our year, an important part of our understanding of the Scriptures. We pray in the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

Prayer and Encouragements:

Good day, Daily Audio Bible community, my brothers and sisters. This is Kacey, the Single-Minded Plumber. I’m feeling inadequate, as a father. A lot of you guys know, when I first started listening and calling in, I was an alcoholic, my wife was an alcoholic. We were alcoholics for almost a decade raising children. And I was just hoping that some of you guys might help me pray to be a better father. Feeling lacking as a parent. And there is so much that I can’t do, that I can’t defend for the kids. I am just not good enough. But I know someone who is and I’m hoping you’ll ask the Lord if He could help me be a better parent. But I help, my brave boy Bradley, feel included in my family. And that my son Derek isn’t so mad a lot of the time, cause he sees me mad, lot of the time. And my daughters, Hannah and Heaven, don’t pursue gender dysphoria, cutting. Thank you, guys, I love you.

Good evening, this is Pray without Ceasing in Atlanta. Today is January 31st. I am finishing up the January 21st prayer and encouragement. I just wanted to reiterate for the others, who like me, missing and pray with and for the callers who cry and rejoice with the callers. And sometimes we just shake our heads because we have no words. We don’t’ always call in to let our family know that we are praying but we do call to God, the God of all possibility, on your behalf. And often we get to pray more than once when we hear someone else praying for you. So, I just wanted to let it be known that though you may not hear us, we are on the other side praying for you and thinking of you and caring about you and loving you from a distance. But we are here, we stand with Rosie, Great to be Free in Jesus, as she prays for the children. We stand with Sparky and Beloved as they pray for the parents. We pray for Duane, I mean, Duane from Wisconsin. And Valiant Val as she encourages us. We pray with Jonathan from Denver, as he prays for the students. So, we’re here, we’re not calling, we’re not, you know, recording, but we’re with you. Anonymous on Purpose, I’m with you. I’m praying for you. Amen. Love you guys.

I’m calling from Melbourne, Australia and I’d like to say, God bless you to all the DABers. Love listening to the word of God and hearing your testimonies and praying for the people who call. I’d like you to share with me please and pray for a Christian friend of mine who’s desperate at the moment. She’s a solo mum and the other day she walked into her garage and found her 28-year-old son ready to hang himself. He had a prepared noose. And she got there just in time. We really need prayer for her. Things are really quite desperate. I told her I was gonna ring you. She is a DABer herself. And so, I just know that with combined prayer it makes a difference. And God bless you all, thank you so much. The boy’s name is …

Hi, I’m calling to ask for prayer for my grandson Willem. He has autism, he’s non-verbal. He’s in the psychiatric hospital right now. But he’s going to start a new living situation on Friday, the 3rd of February. And I’m asking for prayer for God’s protection for his safety. For God to manifest His presence and His love to Willem. He’s not able to communicate well. And in this living situation isn’t successful, the next step is a facility two hours away. I love my grandson very much. I actually would like to have him here with me but that’s not a choice that’s available to me right now. So, please pray for Willem. I do pray for all of you every day. And I’m very thankful for the DAB. Thank you.

This is Road Toad. I was raised in a home where appearances were valued, where we never admitted to any wrongdoing, where we judged people of standards other than that of the Bible. Even though it is a Christian home. I struggle to overcome this, yet today. However, this weekend, my wife and I were in a public place. And I probably was not even consciously aware of what I was doing but looking at beautiful women. One of those women, saw me looking at her and looked at my wife and laughed. My wife is overweight. She’s a wonderful woman. She’s a Godly woman. I am the one who pails in her light. I regret this. I feel shamed this morning as I think about this and tell you. I struggle to not to even do this because, as I said, in our family, we didn’t want to admit, we ever done wrong. Don’t want to be looked at in that light. But I need prayer folks. And I listen to your prayers, and I listen to your words, and I know our nickname’s give us anonymity. So, would you pray for us please?

[psylockexs]

Curiosity ate up the human

Spa weekends were nothing new in Newcrest Spa and Sauna. Such things were booked by couples and singles alike. There were normal spas, Swedish massages, relaxation massages, mani-pedis, and 'extra' massages. Humans have vices, and they come in many forms. This woman's vice comes in the form of massages with bonuses 🤔.

Woman: You seem to be well versed in this, yet I've never seen you before. Are you new here?

Massager: Heh, no I've been here for a few weeks. I'm on a rotational shift, so it's my turn this week. Is the massage pleasing to you?

W: Very much so. It distracts me from my inner thoughts.

M: I will deliver the massage in full, but...you seem like you need to talk instead of interact.

W: Perhaps. Or maybe I don't want to talk and I want to lose myself in the sensation.

M: In my humble experience, having a blocked mind lessens the enjoyment of the massage.

W: That is true. Do you believe in vices?

M: You chose the wrong person to ask that 😆.

W: I guess you're right. But, even so...I believe in them. And I believe we all fall to vices, regardless of our positions.

M: We do. What prompts your question?

W: What if we were not human? What if we were people with a dark side? Would we fall to the same vices?

M: At the root of such things is our human nature, I suppose. It'd be no different if you wore a mask or had a difference face shape.

W: I suppose.

Problem with the resort is that it has thin walls. Thin walls carry conversation and sound, much to the chagrin of other patrons 😒. Never know who's listening or hearing what.

incessant romping sounds

Patron: 😒Has no one ever mentioned the thin walls of this place? How did it get top ratings?!

Nail technician: Well, sadly the owner didn't seem to give a damn if the walls carried sound. He just wanted it to look and feel chic. If it was up to me, these walls would be polished concrete.

Patron: Heh, I like that way of thinking. Well, either way, it's nice to try something out of town for once.

NT: Thank you for trying us out then 🤭. Speaking of, you have such gorgeous nails. I feel like I'm not doing anything to them at all! 😆

Patron: 😏Oh you're doing enough already. Doesn't hurt to primp the appearance for the wife-to-be, right?

NT: True! Aaand all done. Thank you for coming in. You've actually been the most respectful customer yet, I daresay.

Patron: The pleasure is all mine. Maybe I could whisper to some ears and change these walls.

NT: I'd give you free membership just for that 😉walks away

The patron stretched his arms out, his ears attuned to any interesting conversations going on in the resort. Oddly enough, the noise from next door seemed to have died down. Keyword, seemed.

'ruffling sounds Maybe by the time I reach this goal, I'll understand what vice really is.'

'😏...someone obsessed with vices, questioning her humanity. This treat wasn't wasted then.'

While Lorelei and her guys were preparing for their inevitable journey, a young woman who was working under Maria Erwin heard about the lost deck. Her name was Ramona Goth. As fate would have it, Ramona is from a long line of humans who lost favor with the supernatural world. Some legends even go as far to say that her ancestors were stripped of their powers and status due to their misgivings. It is speculated that Ramona's ancestors had a hand in creating the Deck of the Reaper, hence her extreme interest in vices.

Ramona's mother, Skye, was not convinced of her daughter's beliefs in vices and all that. Skye feels that if something so unfathomable was in the past, it should stay there. Ramona, on the other hand, feels that this legend is their own. It should be them who reclaims it. They are the ones who lost it, so they should have it returned.

https://on.soundcloud.com/dGfA6fZQN2ETvYXy6

Left alone with her thoughts, Ramona sought solace in the local Newcrest Park. In recent months, Newcrest had gotten some attention from the local mayor so it looked way better than it had done in decades. The park was one of the only places Ramona could gather her thoughts and hear herself clearly.

'I hope I'm not intruding on your inner monologue?'

Ramona looked up to see a woman in a winter coat. It was none other than her boss? Or superior. Ramo wasn't really sure how ranks worked in the intelligence business. She was just a paper pusher.

Ramona: Oh, good evening. Please sit. I feel awkward talking to my highers while they're standing.

Maria: Ha, if you insist. sits down next to her

M: So you're the bright spark that's been researching in her spare time.

Ra: In my defense, my desk job is really boring. I find solace in books or research.

M: That's a good thing then. Of course, I can see everyone's history so I noticed that you seem to philosophise about vices a lot.

Ra: I do. It's something that fascinates me deeply. Why would my line have fallen from grace if it was not for vice?

M: And if it was the reason?

Ra: Then I would seek to get back what was lost to us.

M: slips her something Then you, Miss Goth...you will go far. Help me with this. Help me to regain your lost heritage. Help me to help you. We can do this together. We can write a new page in history. Even if that's not your thing, it is still monumental.

Ra: I-

M: Don't answer just now. Think about it. gets up and turns There is something beautiful about vice, Ramona.

Ra: What is it?

M: Vice is the same old snake, no matter how many skins it's shed. walks away

Ramona looked over the item that was dropped in her hand. Maria's words rung in her mind. Maybe her dream wasn't so far fetched. Maybe all it took was a mission from her superior. Maybe this really was a new chapter for the Goth bloodline...

Or maybe it was a new chapter for humankind.

[tavina-writes]

Hello! I am mildly late but I am somehow not surprised about the situation with these votes :DDD

real summaries and concepts below the cut!

local man has bad time for forever due to generational trauma: everyone who voted for this has to know which one this is I think. I never shut up about this wip. This Xichen's horrible post canon misadventures where he gets married and then has to cope with the revelations, navigate fatherhood, and realize that you can't stay in your room for the rest of your life and oh boy is there a lot of life still left to live!

prison is bad when your next door neighbor likes opera too much:

This one is one of my harebrained NHS/QS fics where they're prison neighbors in Nightless City and have to pretend to be besot childhood sweethearts and fake married except maybe REAL marriage? But also NHS has been singing the same opera verse for the past 4.5 hours and Qin Su wants to reach through the bars and strangle him dead.

insane dilf suffers emotional damage pt 2:

this is the sequel/prequel/something or other of the JYL/WRH fic that I lost my mind over last month. comprised of all the scenes that somehow didn't make it into the first 48k and everything else I am swirling around in my brain! :D

fried koi:

This is actually a concept where Meng Shi marries a scholar gentry guy who has like 3 daughters from his first marriage and no sons, so JGY gets adopted by him. Years later, when Liu Yao is preparing to take the imperial exams, he ends up hiding his bedraggled half brother Jin Zixuan in his carriage, and potentially driving him to Yunmeng because the Wen are searching for him. This turns up all sorts of problems for both half siblings.

No concrete title or summary as of yet!

local man would rather not be here:

This one is a genderswapped Yanli au where he's sworn brothers with Jin Zixuan and just. having the worst time. the worst of worst times.

No concrete title or summary as of yet!

the worst marriage fic you've ever heard of:

This is my "if Yanli survived Nightless City and JC very much did not" fic! Where LWJ and JYL end up in a platonic marriage of convenience and about 13/16 years later, WWX's second life arrives and he has to flee immediately to Dongyin because he can't uh, destroy Shijie's SECOND MARRIAGE. Ft. approximately 5 Yu ladies.

I gender swapped someone and found this really funny:

Lan-gugu verse where LQR is actually a woman. No I don't know what this is besides kind of funny, but ye god: please imagine LQR attending discussion conferences like this: :|

no title or summary as of yet!

nonlocal squirrel having a mental breakdown:

This one is an offshoot alternate universe where Meng Yao from my Nie Brothers age swap ends up in Canon CQL directly post Sunshot and starts having a mental breakdown on NMJ immediately while shaking him back and forth until he resembles a bobblehead bc it's like MING-DIDI WHY ARE YOU A SECT LEADER. WHERE IS DA-GE. DID HE DIE. DID HIS HEALTH FINALLY GIVE OUT ON HIM. WHAT IS HAPPENING. IS THAT WHY YOURE A JOYLESS ANGRY GUY NOW.

This helps exactly nobody. NMJ is baffled.

no title or summary as of yet for this one either!

now I really want to know which one you guys would vote for now that we know what these are...

Out of Context WIPs

Rules: Pick a bunch of your WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they’d be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional.

tagged by @thebiscuiteternal and @fortune-maiden

tagging: @iamwestiec, @saiditallbefore, @nemaliwrites, @nemainofthewater, @thebansacredbanned, @marquisguyun, and anyone else who sees this who wants to play!

ooo I never know how this is supposed to go, let's see:

:D I omitted all the big bang, reverse bang, and exchange related works and these are all MDZS/CQL works!

[travllingbunny]

I can't stop thinking about the Mockingjay/The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes parallels, and the meanings of "The Hanging Tree". When she first sings the song, we get a long analysis of it from Katniss' POV, finishing with this:

"The phrase Where I told you to run, so we’d both be free is the most troubling because at first you think he’s talking about when he told her to flee, presumably to safety. But then you wonder if he meant for her to run to him. To death. In the final stanza, it’s clear that that’s what he was waiting for. His lover, with her rope necklace, hanging dead next to him in the tree.

I used to think the murderer was the creepiest guy imaginable. Now, with a couple of trips to the Hunger Games under my belt, I decide not to judge him without knowing more details. Maybe his lover was already sentenced to death and he was trying to make it easier. To let her know he’d be waiting. Or maybe he thought the place he was leaving her was really worse than death. Didn’t I want to kill Peeta with that syringe to save him from the Capitol? Was that really my only option? Probably not, but I couldn’t think of another at the time."

This was, of course, huge foreshadowing for what indeed does happen to Peeta when he is hijacked. Mockingjay was my favorite novel in the original trilogy (and Mockingjay part 1 my favorite THG film) and the hijacking storyline is one of the big reasons.

Peeta is indeed given a fate "worse than death" when he is turned into a "mutt". He is referred to as "mutt" many times in the book. We - and Katniss - were prepared to think something horrible was done to him, but did not expect that he would be turned into an unrecognizable psychological mutant-monster, who tries to kill the girl he loves and who loves him, a monster filled with violence and cynicism who believes her to be a monster trying to kill him, an absolutely ruthless killer, a heartless minx who just pretended to love him and toyed with him and another guy for her own amusement, and all the worst things you can imagine.

Which all now sounds incredibly familiar after reading TBOSAS. Hijacked Peeta is basically Coriolanus Snow hunting Lucy Gray in the woods. There's absolutely no doubt that Snow personally came up with the scenario for Peeta's hijacking.

During that scene in TBOSAS, Snow hears Lucy Gray singing that last verse of "The Hanging Tree". Among his not-very-coherent thoughts at the moment, since he is in the midst of completely losing it, he thinks it's her playing games with him, telling him she knows about Sejanus. But throughout the book or at least in Chapter 3, and especially towards the end, he has repeatedly misunderstood her and things she told him, over and over. He also thought she was trying to kill him with the snake she left with the shawl he had given her, but whether or not she even left the snake, it turns out she definitely was not trying to kill him, since the snake was not venomous. Playing some sort of a mind game really doesn't seem like something she would really do at such a moment, and if this was really her singing, then it's the last thing we ever heard Lucy Gray Baird say.

When I went back and re-read Katniss' quote, the line "maybe he thought the place he was leaving her was really worse than death" made it click for me.

There is a mention of what a fate worse than death would be in TBOSAS, too, at the beginning of Chapter 3, when Snow fears what Capitol may have done to Lucy Gray, rather than just send her to District 12, and he thinks she may have been "imprisoned, killed, or turned into an Avox. Or worse, sent to a life of experimentation in Dr Gaul's lab of horrors". Again, being turned into a mutt - mutant-monster is singled out as the worst fate possible.

At the end of Chapter 3, we find out that Snow's time in District 12 and so much of what happened had been intentionally set up by Dr. Gaul as a part of his "education". In a a way, he was a part of her experiment, which helped turn him from a pretty normal human (entitled, selfish, over-ambitious, but human and with some good impulses too) to a complete monster, utterly evil and emotionally dead inside. While the people who loved him died (or presumably died) because of him, he survived and became Dr. Gaul's favorite mutt.

[venomous--fics]

Anon Requested: Could you imagine dating Eddie Brock/Venom and then bringing them home to meet your father & mother figure Peter B. Parker and MJ? Like- maybe the reader is a spider-person aswell, who is/was Peter's mentee/unofficially adopted kid, like- the awkward tension. (Especially if this is a universe where Peter knows Venom's identity, but Eddie doesn't know Peter is spider-man)

Pairing: Eddie Brock/Venom x Spider!Person Reader

A/N: Day 15!! Halfway through October already? Shucks. Also this prompt had too much comedy potential for me to not write it ASAP. I hope you enjoy it! Also Spider-verse!Eddie/Venom has been on my mind since I saw the movie. I think they'd look neat in that style. I could draw them myself, but I would not do the idea justice I don't think--

"All I'm saying is-"

"Knock knock!" You called, opening the door, "I brought a very special guest, but you knew that."

Peter looked at the door, "Whose the guest?"

You threw open the door, "Ta-Da!"

You stepped out of the way and gestured to your "special guest," who was really just your boyfriend, Eddie Brock. Mj knew that, Peter knew that, however, Peter had no idea what the guys name was. He just put two and two together with your texts and shrugged it off as, 'Oh, the boyfriend introduction. Great.'

Peter stared at Eddie, no emotion or, in fact, any lights on upstairs. It's like the film reel just stopped turning.

Mj didn't get it, nudging Peter's arm, "Hey, don't stare. You're going to give the poor guy the creeps."

Peter looked at Mj, and then back to Eddie, rinse and repeat, "Really?"

"What?" She replied.

Peter looked at you, "Really?"

"What?" You echoed Mj's confusion.

"This guy?"

Eddie stepped over and held his hand out, "I'm sorry- Forgot to introduce myself."

Peter didn't have much of a choice, so he took the other man's hand. It didn't feel right, but it had to be done.

"I'm Eddie Brock. I work at the Daily Bugle-"

"I'm aware." Peter said flatly, immediately catching himself, "Ah, I just...Mean. Big fan...Your biggest fan."

"And where are my manners!" You half shouted, sliding over, "I'm so sorry. This is my dad, Peter, and this is my mother, Mj! Uhm, Uh, this is Eddie. He just said that- I- Anyone want something to drink?" You slinked away into the kitchen.

"This is awkward." Peter sighed, getting up from his chair, "I'll go help with the drinks- Make yourself comfortable. Not too comfortable though."

Eddie stood as still as a post. He's never been invited to meet anyone's parents, so he wasn't too sure if making himself comfortable was really a good idea.

Peter walked into the kitchen, nearly bumping into you as you prepared a few glasses of lemonade.

"Can you at least pretend to like him?" You were begging but you refused to look at him, "Please? I really like him."

"Does it have to be him?"

"Yes. It does. He's really nice."

"I'd beg to differ." Peter scoffed.

"You say that like you know him."

"You're saying you don't?" Peter scratched his face, "Really? No, uh, no bells or whistles? Hairs don't stand on end? Nothing?"

"No." You sighed, "Should I?"

"You aren't connecting any dots?"

"No, did you hit your head again? Do you need an icepack?"

"I'm being serious."

"I am too."

You grabbed the tray with the cups and walked back to the table. You sat down next to Eddie and he aided you in passing out the cups. Him and Mj were getting along, which you knew they would, since naturally she gets along with everyone. You just hoped that Peter would at least attempt to do the same. It would mean so much to you if he did.

Peter came back out and sat across from Eddie, continuing the blank stare. He really wasn't meaning to, but he couldn't help it. Like, how the hell does this happen. You and Him were literally beating the snot out of this guy like two days ago. Peter's secretly hightailing this guy to see what his problem was.

And now he's in his home. At his table. Enjoying everyone company but his. Peter was certain that Eddie had ulterior motives, because why else would he be here. Eddie probably wanted to watch Peter's world burn- Probably. Maybe Eddie figured out Peter's whole identity thing, and this is payback.

Eddie, on the other hand could not, for the life of him, figure out why Peter was just staring at him. It was making his skin crawl. Of course, Eddie wasn't going to say anything, seeing as this was very important to you. He didn't hate Peter, mostly because he didn't know the guy until now. Yet, despite that, Peter seemed to have a pretty good idea of who he thought Eddie was.

Eddie knew first impressions were everything, and he absolutely sucked at them. What the hell was he supposed to do in this situation? His coping mechanisms said to crack a joke, but the other voice in his head just said to eat everyone, except you, and go home. Obviously, that was not a viable option. There was an odd nagging feeling throughout the whole thought process.

"I enjoy reading your stuff in the papers." Mj said, trying to ease the extremely obvious tension.

"I'm glad you like it." Eddie replied, "I'm still new to the company- Uh, but I hope to do my own photography. I just have to keep pestering my boss until he gets sick of me."

"You should see some of his pictures," You added, "They're all so great! I was thinking of having him teach me so that way we could work together!"

Eddie really liked the idea of working with you, you were great to hang out with so why not be work buddies too. It just made sense to him. Oh, he thought, maybe that's what was bugging Peter. He was probably just jealous, and maybe felt replaced. Eddie figured that he'd have to make it up to him- Maybe not today, but maybe he'd invite Peter out to brunch or something.

It all made sense to Eddie now. Of course he's jealous! He was used to being the only guy around, and now he had to share the attention. For a moment, Eddie was worried that he had already done something wrong.

"I'm really glad I got to meet you guys." Eddie said, "You seem like wonderful people."

In that moment, despite every bit of knowledge that Peter knew to be true, he saw that look in your eyes that he's only seen one other time... And he knew, he had maybe misjudged, well not misjudged, but hell he's trying to feel guilty here- Perhaps he was jumping the gun. Maybe Peter had to separate alien from host- Oh, now there's an idea.

"We plan on visiting more," You said, "Since you mentioned that the basement needed some work."

"You two really don't mind?" Mj said, "I'd hate to-"

"Ma, please. We'd love to! Besides, I think looking around and doing some work here would be good for us." You reassured her, "We gotta get house ideas from somewhere, right?"

Peter let out a rather high pitched yelp, thinking that it happened in his head. You three looked at him, all concerned, Eddie more nervous than worried, though.

"Oh, did I do that? Out loud?" Peter asked, "Yikes. Sorry, you said house ideas- Which means that you'd- Oh boy, live together and I guess I panicked." He tried to nervously laugh it off, "Wow, I really did not mean to do that. Out loud. For everyone to totally hear."

This guy is a nutjob.

Eddie scratched his neck, looking over at the clock. Has it really been that long already?

Peter continued to laugh as he got out of his chair, "I think I hear my phone ringing."

You looked down at the table, seeing that his phone wasn't doing anything at all.

"It's not, but alright."

"It could be. It might."

You stood up and took care of the empty cups, "Eddie and I have plans tonight, so we'd better get going anyways."

"How exciting." Mj said as she too got up to give Eddie a quick hug, "I do hope to see you two again!"

"Definitely." You smiled, giving her a hug, "We can make dinner plans once I'm done with unpacking my stuff at his place if that's cool-"

Peter let out another yell, again, garnering all the unwanted attention that follows. He began laughing again, "Oops, there I go doing it again. Maybe I should get that checked out."

"Does he normally do this?" Eddie asked quietly.

Mj chuckled, waving you two towards the door, "He's just being himself."

You walked over to Peter and gave him a hug, "See you later, dad."

It bugged him to send you off with that guy, but it's not like there was much he could do about it now. He hugged back, "See ya around, kiddo. Don't be a stranger."

You walked to the door, waiting for Eddie, who was saying his goodbye to Peter. Shaking his hand once more, thanking him for his time, you know, the works. The nagging feeling continued until Peter caught on.

"You alright?" Peter asked, "I didn't ruin anything, did I?"

"Oh, no, no." Eddie replied, "I- Sorry, I just have this weird feeling."

The next words out of Eddie's mouth were said in a lower tone, but were said out of curiousity and not out of malice or even knowing anything.

"Do I know you from somewhere? It feels like we've met before."

[itsmajel]

Majel Reads - January 2022

Marvel - Spidypool

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A Spider in the Pool verse by Ajayd

Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme

Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade's dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can't help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.

[Explicit] [78,800] [Read on AO3 here]

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

Spideypool navigate their relationship, their sex life, and the Avengers.

[Explicit] [35,690] [Read on AO3 here]

A Lover That Won't Blow My Cover

Horrifying events leave Peter and Wade traumatized and struggling to lean on each other. The Avengers try to help, but only Peter and Wade can really save themselves.

COMPLETE. NOT NECESSARY TO READ EARLIER INSTALLMENTS.

[Explicit] [69,638] [Read on AO3 here]

The Best One Is the Last One

After a messy breakup and months apart, Deadpool and Spideman get another chance at happiness. It might be meant to be, but even fate can use a little help from the Avengers.

COMPLETE AND POSTED. Not necessary to read earlier installments if you don't mind not knowing how everyone got so friendly.

[Explicit] [53,478] [Read on AO3 here]

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Freefall by Wilt

( @wiltkingart)

It's been a long time since Peter took off his mask in front of someone he loved, cracked a nervous smile and said, “This is me”. He swore to himself he'd never do it again, and he's been making a good run of it by spending more time as Spiderman than Peter Parker for the past few years. But for some reason, being Spiderman also means spending a lot of time around Deadpool. And, like clockwork, that same old turmoil comes creeping back again.

[Explicit] [37,557] [Read on AO3 here]

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Oral over Water by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon) (@mscaptainwinchester)

Peter is on a flight to his first international conference and nervous as hell about it. When the hot, flirty guy next to him offers him a blow job as stress relief, he has a hard time saying no.

[Explicit] [4,272] [Read on AO3 here]

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Day 3: Serious Inquiries Only by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

 I’m an out-of-work mercenary trying to make my way through this cruel world by any means necessary—any legal means, that is. Fun fact: prison is the worst. 0 out of 10 stars. Would not go back. Would not recommend to a friend.

To that end, I am offering my services as a strictly platonic companion for social functions, be it work holiday party, Christmas with the family, Hanukkah dinner with that uncle you hate, whatever. I am prepared to act as a serious significant other with an elaborate backstory of your choosing to ward off unwanted suitors, uncomfortable questions from your friends, torment judgmental relatives, or all of the above. Pricing dependent on the situation and the complexity of my backstory. Will work for food, Christmas cookies, or Spider-Man memorabilia.

Serious inquiries only.

[General Audiences] [2,403] [Read on AO3 here]

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He Was a Punk, Pete Did Tabletop Roleplay by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

Peter should have known that he would be a pariah coming to the reunion three weeks out from being named seventh on the Forbes’ 30 Tech Up-and-Comers Under 30 list. Even Flash had tried to strike up a conversation in the buffet line, and he’d pushed Peter into a bush sophomore year of college. He's starting to regret coming, but then...

"Deadpool?"

[Explicit] [7,515] [Read on AO3 here]

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One Last Run by MsCaptainWinchester (rons_pigwidgeon)

Peter was almost in the clear. Just one more run and he would be able to live life on his own terms, taking care of May and doing whatever he wanted. He might even be the first omega from his territory to go to the college, only open to omegas for the last few years. He just had to make it through one final run.

[Explicit] [33,311] [Read on AO3 here]

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The Weight Of The Whole World At Your Fingertips by glyphsbowtie

One night, Deadpool sees Spider-Man's face and then kisses him, sparking something unbreakable between them.

Meanwhile, Peter Parker meets Wade Wilson on Tinder, unaware of the fact that he already knows Wade very intimately indeed.

[Explicit] [51,153] [Read on AO3 here]

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