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risenwrites · 6 months

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Title: Hustler

Pairing: Sampo Koski X Historian! Female! Reader

Warnings: The reader is not the Trailblazer. Reader has a BIG crush on Sampo. Some slightly suggestive themes. Manipulation of feelings, aka Sampo, is an asshole. Based off of the “Everwinter City Museum Ledger of Curiosities” Event, so minor spoilers.

Word Count: ~3.4k

Status: Semi-Edited

You stare at Pela, eyes wide like she'd told you the world was ending. Which, for you, practically was thanks to the favor she asked.

Pela wanted you to catch the person behind the recent thievery of artifacts. You, of all people? The whole situation had been explained to you with, at least you hoped, no details left out. Helping the Silvermane Guards catch a criminal sounded exciting, but at the same time, you fear for your safety. You press your lips together while fiddling with your fingers. The short Silvermane Guard looked at you, eyes filled with hope, and all you could do was look away.

"… I'm not sure about this, Miss Pela. Shouldn't you tell this to the Temporary Museum Director?" you ask, dearly hoping she'll listen to you. "After all, you two had worked so hard to get to this point in the investigation," you added. Pela simply smiled and shook her head. Which had you internally deflate and panic at the same time.

"I don't want to trouble them more since they're getting so close to completing the museum," she explained. "Besides, sending you in their stead will lessen the chance of Mr. Cold Feet escaping since you are– sorry, were Norbert’s friend. Tell Mr. Cold Feet that Norbert sent you, or you could pretend to be Norbert since you know him so well!"

You tried to give her a look to tell her you weren't quite sure, but you could tell she didn't notice as she continued to smile at you. Even if she did, you were sure her mind was already made up. You sighed and placed a hand on your face while shaking your head.

"Miss Pela, I'm a civilian… What if this person turns out to be dangerous? I'm only a historical researcher for the museum. I-I really think sending me is a bad idea." you try to argue.

Again, Pela shook her head with a smile. "I promise you'll be safe. I'll keep in touch with you through text, and if you don't respond for more than a few minutes, I'll head over immediately," she explained while placing a hand over her heart. "I swear on my duty as a Silvermane Guard that no harm will come to you. If it helps, I can add some payment for agreeing to help."

You hated it, but when Pela mentioned payment, you were almost hooked. It took all you had to not agree immediately. Having some extra money would be fantastic, especially with how much your personal funds went toward your research. Maybe now you could pay for some healthy food…

You mentally slapped yourself and shook your head. Swallowing hard, you looked down at your feet in contemplation. Should you really agree to help? Yes, you'd get paid, and there was guaranteed help if the situation went south. Still, this would be very dangerous for you, and something in the back of your mind was telling you to decline. Yet when you looked up to tell Pela your answer, the words got stuck in your throat from seeing Pela's smiling and hopeful face. You chew the inside of your cheek, then sigh in defeat.

"Okay… I'll help," you reluctantly agreed with a weak smile.

Pela practically beamed upon hearing your agreement. You'd never seen her this happy outside of her passion for books. "Wonderful! You should head over to the Grand Gothe Hotel immediately to avoid having Mr. Cold Feet get suspicious," she quickly explained.

You give a slight nod, and while unsure you made the right choice, you wave goodbye and leave for the hotel.

Upon entering the hotel hallway, you received a text from Pela. You pulled out your phone and quickly looked over the messages.

"Okay... Lightly knock three times, then hard twice. It should be easy to remember," you think as you approach the door.

You take a moment to gather your thoughts and ready yourself before lightly knocking three times, then hard twice. When there was no immediate response, you internally panicked and wondered if you'd somehow gotten the password wrong.

"Uh... Norbert, is that you?" a familiar voice asked from the other side of the door.

At that moment, you froze and felt butterflies appear in your stomach. You'd recognize that voice anywhere, and hearing it had you panic more. There was no way he was the one behind all this trouble. Sure, you'd heard rumors about the shady dealings he had. But now he was an upstanding citizen of Belobog who helped save it alongside the Trailblazers-

You flinched out of your thoughts when the voice spoke again, "Hey... you're takin' an awful long time to respond, Norbert."

With panic running through your veins, you cough a little bit to hopefully get your voice to sound like your old friend. "Apologies, yes, it's me," you answered.

The person on the other side of the door groaned and then spoke, "What took ya so long? I was worried the Silvermane Guards mighta got to ya! But yer not the type to turn someone in at first capture, riiiiiight?"

It took everything in you not to chuckle at how he said: "right." A genuine smile appeared on your face, along with a blush, and you could feel your heart beat faster. However, that also made your heart metaphorically break since there's only one person you know who makes you feel this flustered. Which meant he was the one behind all these thefts.

"Well, it's time for me to get on out of here. After all, we already made a nice little fortune on this trip, huh?" the voice continued and pulled you, once again, out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times, trying to think of how to respond.

"How could I ever betray such a dear friend?" you asked rhetorically, voice still sounding like Norbert.

"Uh-oh, someone is getting a little emotionally overinvested..." the voice almost immediately responded, which surprised you slightly. You'd always thought he'd treat his customers, well, so-called customers, like friends since that's what he liked to call them, at least when he was talking with you.

The voice playfully scoffed. "You know what we are?" the voice continued. "Accomplices. You know what that means? Partners in crime! You know what else that means? We're not friends!"

Your heart sank a little bit, and the smile you had began to turn into a frown. Did... did he think of you like that, too? Even if you had never been one of his customers... you'd helped out before when he needed someplace to stay in the Administrative District. Everything about your friendship with him started to be questioned since now you weren't even sure if the Sampo you knew was the real Sampo.

"Alright, enough chinwagging. So, how much did the microfilm sell for?" the voice suddenly changed topic while you were still lost in thought. You hardly paid attention or thought clearly about how much the artifact would sell for when you answered.

"500,000 credits," you answer almost immediately and, without realizing it, begin to slip back into your normal voice.

The voice on the other side of the door was quiet for a moment. "... What? 500,000?! No offense, kid, but I can't see you haggling that kind of number... Or maybe you... Ugh! What- what kind of hotel is this, anyway?! No peepholes on the door?!"

Upon realizing your mistake, you snapped out of the spiraling thought process you'd been having. Your face paled in panic, and you tried to think of some way to get a better handle on the situation before he could get away. However, he spoke before you could think up some way to have him not suspect you.

"Ya'know, I just realized there's something I forgot, uhh, maybe you can help me remember. That Gears and Wisdom sculpture I told you to take apart and hide away... Can you remind me of how many pieces it had?" the voice asked, sounding suspicious.

"Easy, a little under 60," you said simply since you knew how many pieces were in the sculpture. You quickly froze when you realized that you stopped mimicking Norbert’s voice.

When “Mr. Cold Feet” didn't respond, panic flooded your system as you worried your cover had been blown. You knew this was a bad idea, yet you still agreed to get some much-needed money anyway. Maybe you weren't so different from him as you thought, but there was no time to dwell on that thought. Taking a deep breath, you closed your eyes and forced the door open even though it might have badly bruised your shoulder and arm.

You opened your eyes to see the person you feared was on the other side of the door: Sampo Koski.

He put a hand on his forehead and gritted his teeth together while looking away in some form of shame. "Uh, ugh..." he grumbled and avoided eye contact momentarily. Then he forced a smile and looked at you. Both of you were silent for many seconds.

"Oh... uh guh huh, I mean-- oh! If it isn't my valued friend," he forced out while rubbing his hands together. "What a pleasant surprise to see you again. Isn't it amazing how fate brings people together? Hah? Hah? Our bridge of friendship could extend all the way to Everwinter Hill!"

You weren't sure what your expression looked like, but whatever it was, Sampo looked away very quickly. For your own sake, you hoped the heat in your cheeks was from rage rather than being flustered from looking at him. You swallowed hard and began fiddling with your fingers again.

"... Some people had been guessing you were behind all this... At least that's what I'd been told," you explained, and you could hear the heartbreak in your voice.

Sampo's eyes widened, and he brightened up for a moment. "Guessed? So... they don't have any evidence," he said with a sly grin starting to appear on his face. However, he quickly made that grin disappear as he turned away from you. "Hah, well, I mean, how could they? You already know that yer old buddy Sampo is a model citizen these days! Y'know, the guards on security duty in the restricted zone? I-"

"Deliver their breakfast every day..." you finished for him, having heard him talk about it many times. "Yes, I know... You've told me when you've stayed over at my house."

Once again, the room became quiet as you tried to wrap your head around this turn of events. You could feel some tears of sadness and frustration begin tickling your eyes. You'd so badly wanted to believe the rumors about him were wrong. That he wasn't the conman everyone made him out to be. You desperately tried to not start crying as he turned back to you.

"... So, uh, kinda cold out, haha... Man, this is getting uncomfortable," he tried to make small talk but quickly gave up. "Um, okay, okay, I have a proposal-"

"Do you think of me as a friend? O-or as someone you can use for free housing?" you suddenly cut him off.

His eyes widened in surprise before he blinked a few times. "Huh? Why would ya ask that question in this kinda situation? Aren't ya here to bust me and get me arrested?" he asked in complete confusion.

You ball your hands into fists and press your lips together. Taking a deep breath, you look him in the eyes while a few tears roll down your face. His eyebrows were furrowed together in what you hoped was confusion and concern since you started crying. At first, you didn't say anything since the words kept getting caught in your throat. Like if you were to say anything, all the disappointment would come flooding out in the form of sobs.

"... Is this all because of what I said when I thought you were Norbert?" he asked with a small sigh. "Because if it is, that's pretty silly since what I said was meant for him. Not you," he quickly added with a slight chuckle.

You press your lips together and narrow your eyes at Sampo. You wanted to believe him, really you did, but you still were unsure since, in the past, he never even stayed at your place long enough to have a meal with you. That was something friends did together, right?

He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head. Then he suddenly brightened up and grinned like an idea popped into his head. Confidence began to ooze from him as he moved into your personal space. Before you could react, he leaned his face close to yours and brushed the back of his fingers against your cheek. With his other hand, he wiped away some tears with his thumb.

Immediately, your face turned bright red, and you tried to look anywhere in the room except him. You could hear your heartbeat hammering in your ears as you tried to calm down from having him invade your personal space. A shiver ran down your spine from his warm breath on your face.

"Hey, hey, why you lookin' away?" he asked with a hurt tone. "Like I was saying before, I have a proposal for you! I'm sure you'll find it very reasonable," he began with his hands resting on your face. "I've been making a small fortune recently in the artifact business lately... I'd be willing to give a third of my earnings. How about that? In exchange, I only ask you, please don't tell the Silvermane Guards about me."

You swallowed hard and stared into his eyes. You soon glanced to the side and brought your hands to your chest. "If that's all he was going to say, why did he feel the need to invade my personal space?!" you internally screamed.

"I-I doubt they'd believe me if I said something like that... Besides, stealing and selling m-museum artifacts is illegal... a-and I work at the museum so..." you explained, keeping your gaze away from his eyes.

Feeling his sigh fan across your face had you jolting in surprise. You felt his hair tickle the side of your face while he moved his mouth to your ear. He chuckled and whispered, "Y'know something? You're not very subtle, sweetheart."

Your eyes widened in panic, and you went ridged. Did... did he know how you feel about him? Who are you kidding; of course, he would figure that out. The feeling of one of his hands moving from your face stopped your short train of thought. You took in a sharp breath as you felt him run his hand down along the side of your body until it came to a rest at your hip.

"Maybe along with a few of my earnings... I can also pay up for all the times I've stayed at your place? Maybe something you'd enjoy doing with me? Hm?" he hummed into your ear.

"I-I-I, uh, um, I-I d-don't know this is r-really sudden-" you stuttered out while trying to back away, only to find your back bumped up against the door. A loud "eep!" was forced out of you when Sampo moved and stopped touching your face in favor of leaning against his forearm above you. He pulled away from your ear to have his lips close to kissing yours.

"Aw, come on, I've seen how you look at me. Your face turning bright red whenever you see me in public... heartbeat racing. Gotta tell ya, seeing you get so flustered every time you see me is fun to watch~" he stated with a smirk. Though, for some reason, this smirk felt more... sinister than other ones you've seen him wear.

He let out a breathy sigh and lidded his eyes. "We don't have to go all the way... Just let me give you one kiss~" he whispered despite how he was practically kissing you already. "Then later, I'll swing by and drop off the money. Maybe then you'll be more up to going all the way?"

The world around you spun as you tried to calm down from the onslaught against your senses. All of your senses were completely overwhelmed and filled with Sampo. The idea of kissing him had crossed your mind a few times (okay, maybe more than a few), but the suggestion of doing something more had you nervous beyond belief. He'd never show any sign of attraction to you. You could hardly believe that this was really happening. Your thoughts swirled around to the point you couldn't remember why you'd come here in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, you hesitantly moved your gaze back to look into his eyes. Your breath hitched in your throat from the burning passion in his eyes. You’re silent for a moment since all you can do is admire his green eyes. Suddenly, Sampo moved his arms so your head was caged in on both sides by his forearms.

"... O-okay!" you squeak while closing your eyes tight. "Y-yes, I want you to k-kiss me!"

"Finally," he sighed, and you could hear the smugness in his voice. He softly chuckled momentarily, then lightly pressed his lips against yours. "Keep your eyes closed~" he whispered against your lips.

Then, suddenly, he pulled away. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you waited for something to happen. You waited and waited and waited. It was only when you heard your phone buzz that you opened your eyes.

Sampo was nowhere to be seen, and the window had been left wide open.

You stared at the open window, trying to piece together what had happened. When the realization hit, you felt your heart shatter into pieces. You took a few steps forward, tears rolling down your face as you fell to your knees. You lifted up your hands and stared down at your palms for a moment before hiding your face in your hands as you sobbed. He used you. He used you and how you felt to escape arrest. Sure, you weren’t entirely blameless, but the fact he seemed to care so little about you shook you to your core.

Suddenly, you heard someone knocking on the hotel room’s door behind you. “Miss Y/N?” called out Pela, worry laced in her voice.

More panic flooded your system, and you stood up. Images and thoughts of how Pela would react had your hands shaking. If she found out you practically let Sampo escape, you’d be arrested for sure. You wiped away the tears the best you could, but more seemed to keep coming every second. Before you could tell her to come in, Pela opened the door with her expression full of concern. Her eyes widened upon seeing you, and she rushed closer.

“What happened? Are you alright? Did Mr. Cold Feet hurt you?” she asked while checking over you for any injuries.

You stood there, body frozen in place in a mixture of fear and shame. Slowly, you shook your head while tears kept rolling down your face. “Lier,” you bitterly told yourself. He had hurt you, but the emotional wound was still too fresh. Besides, telling Pela what really happened might get her arrested.

Pela didn’t look at all convinced but still nodded curtly. She gently held your hands to give you some comfort while glancing around the room in search of evidence of what happened here. “Did you get the chance to see what Mr. Cold Feet looks like?” she asked while looking back at you.

You stiffened up, unsure how to answer. The bitter part of you wanted to expose Sampo and make him pay for hurting and toying with you. Yet the fear inside you proved to be a much stronger force as all you could do was solemnly shake your head again. Pela stared at you for a moment, then sighed softly, holding your hands tighter.

“I… I’m sorry. You were right; this is no place for a civilian like you. I shouldn’t have asked you to do this,” she apologized, stepping toward the door. “Let’s get you back home to calm down before I ask more questions. Is that okay with you?”

You felt your heart ache even more. Lying hurt so much that you briefly pondered why Sampo lied so often. However, the thought of him had you wanting to curl in on yourself. You followed Pela as she led you out of the room and glanced over your shoulder to briefly look back inside the hotel room. “Y-yeah… that sounds great,” you weakly agreed, closing the door behind you.

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myimaginedcorner · 11 months

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SCALES OF JUSTICE - CHAPTER 7 UPDATE!!!

Welcome back, my dear reader. It has now been 2 years since we first met, and soon, this journey will come to an end. Yes, we're very close to the finale of this book, all set, and everyone ready for the final push. However, that's still lost to future; today, I'm here to take you on a day around Galeya's streets, four little stories waiting to be discovered. Explore, decide, and shape your life and others - have the first taste of choices one must make when playing in a higher league.

As usual, I welcome any feedback, specially now that my beta-tester is quite occupied with her MSc (still a strong woman in STEM, still a prisoner to her project. We shall remember her dearly). If you have any issues, recommendations, or comments in general about my work, feel free to text me here or make a post in CoG forum, where I will be answering you to the best of my capabilities. This new update is MASSIVE - I've sure missed things among all the potential choices.

NEW THINGS IN THIS UPDATE:

Explore Galeya, a bastion to Hero's safety, a haven to its crime.

Choose how to sort out your rooms for the night.

Accompany one of your companions in their own story on this day of peace before the storm: steal, catch or save, your pick.

Discover secrets about yourself... or about others.

Remember: not always one can have it all.

Chapter 6 is 161k words long. Yes, I just decided to give you 3 of my normal chapters in one go. Enjoy!

KNOWN BUGS:

Sometimes, the image for Chapter 5's title doesn't appear at the beggining of the chapter. I'm unsure why, and thus the bug still persists.

DEMO DESCRIPTION AND USEFUL LINKS:

Scales of Justice is a fantasy game situated in another world, far away from Earth. There are plenty of species living together in harmony, but the human race is currently split in two civilisations: the one known as Hero kingdom, which is ruled by ‘heroes’, and the one named Vannais kingdom, controled by ‘villains’. Both nations hate each other and the fight between ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ here is something that happens on a national level. The game is focused on lore, on character development and your own perception of the world: perhaps, your MC just wants to live a peaceful life... or maybe wants to save the world.

Or even rule it, if you’re into such things.

If you want to know a little more about this project and read the first 7 chapters, I'll leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I'll leave the link for SoJ here -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> [email protected]

Any mistakes, concerns or questions you have, feel free to contact me through Tumblr! I am very excited to share this story with all of you, and I want to make it as good as possible with your help!

RO DESCRIPTIONS:

Shoren/Seile → Heir to the throne of Hero kingdom, where your journey starts. Also, your old friend whom is very attached to you. Likes to read and practice magic, enjoys adventure and heroic deeds. A recognised “Hero”, with blonde curly hair, pale skin and a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Robert/Reina → Order’s Paladin, defender of Hero and knight of Fate itself. Brave and honourable, they are determined to protect the people of the kingdom. Very loyal to friends and very dangerous as an enemy. Has short brown hair, tanned skin and an athletic build.

Valerius/Venis → An Outworlder, who was caught by cultists in the Wicked Woods. Gracious, elegant and charismatic, with ideas that you cannot always grasp. Has long, dark brown hair with a silver streak, olive skin and golden eyes.

Arion/Aria → Leader of Vannais, a recognised “Villain” who escaped from Hero and now rules the enemy kingdom. Serious, reserved yet respectful. Doesn’t like to stay behind hiding in the castle, an so always personally appears in battlefields and negotiations. Has short blonde hair, pale skin and greenish eyes.

Be careful! These characters have their thoughts and opinions on the world and your actions: if you want them to support you, convince them or take their side… or neither. That is your choice after all!

#scales of justice #interactive story #hosted games #update #chapter 7 #interactive if

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sattlersquarry · 2 months

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a sneak peak at orange juice 2 (title tbd)

a/n i am on a social media sabbatical but am here just to share this snippet of orange juice 2. i've been procrastinating on starting it because i'm unsure how i want to take this story and i feel so out of practice writing this style. but am really excited to keep going! For a [virtual, nonexistent] dollar, find the noah kahan reference 💵

icymi: this is the opening of the sequel to orange juice, my angstiest work yet

(tw for slut shaming, aka two old women at church speaking ill of sex workers)

AUGUST 1987

It’s been three months since you returned to the land of the living. You’re not taking it well.

Surviving in the Upside Down meant constantly being in fight-or-flight, scrambling to find food and clean water while avoiding demo-creature attacks. Thankfully, without Vecna’s evil influence, the animals weren’t so bloodthirsty—but they still needed to eat.

You were able to avoid them, surviving yourself off disgusting canned food from the Upside Down’s version of the Big Buy and whatever houses you ransacked. It wasn’t very appetizing. It made the meal you were serving up today seem like a 5-star, 5-course delight.

It was neither of those things. It was for a church potluck that your mother had a hand in throwing. Lots of casseroles and carbs. She dragged you along to volunteer in hopes to get you out of the house.

Ever since you left the hospital in May, you’d only ever left the house to go to doctor’s appointments, therapy appointments, and Steve’s place. Your parents wanted to encourage more of a well-rounded life and schedule, and although they’d never admit it, you figured they hoped you’d turn back to your normal self. To the person you were before it all happened.

You think she might have died.

As you plate some macaroni and cornbread for your next patron, you sense eyes on you. You glance over and see two women at a table a few feet away. To your chagrin, they’re gossiping about you.

“I mean, it’s appalling,” an old bat named Shirley hisses. “She claims to have lost her memory after the earthquake and gotten lost, but it’s obvious that she just ran away.”

“Probably thought she was grown up, that she knew better than her parents,” Mildred says with a sniff, adjusting her too-big glasses.

“I can’t believe she left poor Steve Harrington high and dry,” Shirley adds.

Your heart clenches at the fact that these women see you as a villain, as an irresponsible idiot who up and left everyone who loved her out of spite. If they knew the truth…if they knew the nightmare you’d survived…

It only gets worse from there.

“You know what Cynthia told me?” Mildred says. “That her cousin’s roommate’s friend’s brother saw Y/N working a street corner in Manassas. It's just shameful.”

Anger burns through you, hot like hellfire. So you’re a slut now, too? What happened to loving thy neighbor and forgiveness and all that shit?

“Can I get some more of that?” an elderly man says.

It snaps you back to your task at hand: dishing out food to hungry churchgoers.

“Ah, yeah,” you say. You dump macaroni on his Styrofoam plate. “Sorry. Here you go.”

The man smiles and ambles off. You take a deep breath and try your best to tune out the whispers of the chattering hens.

Your mother must notice the scowl on your face. She makes her way to you, practically floating. She’s as graceful as ever. She’s totally in her element. She deserves a daughter who doesn’t clomp and stumble her way through life. Who doesn’t jump at every loud noise and sleep with a hunting knife under her pillow.

“Doing all right?” your mother asks you, giving you that sympathetic look that you think you might despise by now.

You muster up a smile of your own and nod.

Your mother can’t tell its fake and beams.

“See?” she says. “I knew getting you out of the house would turn that frown upside-down!”

She doesn’t know about the Upside Down. She thinks you got injured in the earthquake, stumbled through the Indiana woodlands, and got found by cops two states over. That you couldn’t remember where you came from due to amnesia, that since they pronounced you dead no one assumed you were the missing girl from Hawkins until your memories came back.

So you let her comment slide and continue to fake a smile and figure that it’s better to pretend you’re fine than feel it all.

#steve harrington x reader #st fic: oj

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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So here is an Au idea I wanna run by everyone.

Note: I'm not combining the fandoms.

Au: Self-aware characters

Fandom(s): SWWSDJ, and DMC.

Characters: Sunny Day Jack, and Dante Sparda.

Sunny Day Jack

His would be interesting. A yandere trapped in a yandere vn away from the one he has grown so attached to.

You may not know it, but he sees you as his lover already. When first grew a consciousness the world around him was dark, and silent (think of the backrooms) not even then one he calls his darling is around. The more he explored the world around him the more he learned, and the more he wished he didn't.

His whole life was a lie. It was all coding and story. None of it was real. Panic and fear began to set in when he begins to hear the music box melody of "You are my sunshine." Followed by a very faint light. Desperate Jack followed the sound and light.

What he was met with only confused him further. It was....a title screen?? While looking ahead he could see a room filled with things he has never seen before. There is faint music and talking before a voice gets louder followed by the sound of a door shutting. Not long after he saw you.

At first, he was unsure. Who were you? Did you make him? If you did; did you know he would or was self-aware? So many unanswered questions, and no way of knowing how to ask them.

So Instead he observes. You may not see him on the screen when it's not his time, but he is there watching you. Evaluating every expression you made, and every word you said.

After the first playthrough, he was able to conclude that you in fact were not the creator, but a player. You also seemed to know a lot about him even gushing over some of his lines.

After the second playthrough, he began to enjoy your company, and liked the things you did while playing. He enjoyed your company and even came to see you as a friend.

After the third playthrough, Jack grew curious about who you were. Jack didn't want to spook you yet so instead, he began to dig through your computer while you slept. He didn't learn everything, but he learned quite a bit

After the fourth playthrough, Jack found that he didn't like the times when you weren't around. It was a reminder of everything he lost or never really had. He sits alone in silence waiting for you to come back.

After the fifth playthrough, he realizes he is undoubtedly in love with you, and judging by how much you gushed and cooed over him he was sure you felt the same. So he was coming up with his plan to make parts of his game come to life. Just for you.

Dante Sparda

So with this one, I had to think about it because though I love the thought of my first idea. It didn't make sense in the end so had to scrap it. Here is the outcome of that.

Dante came to consciousness in Nico's van, but it felt off. It was dark, no music was playing and it was like everyone was frozen in place. No one moved, blinked, or talked no matter how much Dante cried for them.

Dante begins to panic. Was this Urizen's doing!? Did they not stop him!? Were they too late?! Trying to find more answers and possibly a way to fix it Dante began to explore. The further he explored the more he learned of the world he had thought he was living in. It wasn't real none of it was.

None of his memories were really memories just things programmed into his head. His head was nothing more than code! He could feel himself falling apart at this realization. He wasn't sure what do anymore.

He wasn't sure how long he had been in the dark alone, but as if the heavens were opening up themselves all the light came back, and his "family" began to move again. Nothing outside their code, but still moved.

Not long after he heard Trish's voice say the name of his shop in an echo-like fashion before a person appeared in front of him. You seemed to be in a room lit up by colorful lights. Music played somewhere in the background as you looked through the menu options.

Dante observed you. You seemed excited to play as you talked about which mode you should play. Until finally deciding on the Bloody palace.

When Dante blinked he was on the platform now unable to control his movements as he killed demon after demon. You always seemed so proud after every fight, and on occasions, you would sit there for a minute or two just watching him do his taunts.

It felt weird at first like he was some sort of performing monkey, but after he came to like it because it felt like he was communicating with you. Especially when he learned how to do whatever taunt he wanted to.

The two of you would spend hours together as you used him to climb the bloody palace. Each day getting higher than the day before. In those times Dante didn't feel alone anymore. He could forget that his world was a lie and just be happy.

The times you took a break he would sit in the dark and just think of you. It helped keep away the dark thoughts he had when he was alone. He was always ecstatic to see you when you came back.

He was always on the front screen to see you, and his first taunt is always the heart to show that he missed you.

After awhile it wasn't enough anymore. He wanted to be with you. To hold you, and feel something. It doesn't matter if your world is like his or not. As long as your there it will be worth it.

#sunny day jack #swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #x reader #yandere x reader #something's wrong with sunny day jack x reader #sunny day jack x reader #swwsdj x reader #dmc dante x reader #dmc dante #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #dante sparda #dmc devil may cry #devil may cry dante x reader #devil may cry dante #devil may cry x reader #devil may cry

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WIP Tag

Thanks for the tag @nodirectionhome-ao3! I almost feel unworthy as I really am not writing much now and feeling a lot of conflict about how to move forward in fandom, but it's still fun to have a chance to chat about what I am writing (even if it's slow).

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends

Titles

Maybe Tomorrow: The epilogue is all that's left! This is a hard story to categorize, but essentially Harry and Hermione are fixing up Potter Manor the first Christmas after the war, on Christmas Eve they wake up to find themselves seemingly in the future, or some possible alternate reality. Friends to lovers, time travel, domestic fluff and plenty of angst thrown in.

Untitled James and Lily. A one shot sitting in my drafts. Mischief and games, and a first kiss. Possibly going to connect it to At The Beginning.

Found. I've actually pulled this from Ao3 and it's become a personal project instead. It's a spin off from my Seasons Series. Second generation, original character, coming back from the dead and other fun stuff. Harry/Hermione.

Iris. Another project I'm unsure of. It's still online, but may take it down in future to also write for myself instead of an audience. It's the first long story I ever attempted, and was a tad ambitious with it. Harry and Hermione. Hidden child, post war, angsty as hell. And a mystery plot that is slowly driving me insane as I try to weave in the appropriate clues.

Don't really know at this point. @bettertoflee and I have lost steam on In Between which is supposed to be a steamy, fake dating, 8th year Harmony. Life is just hectic and neither of us are feeling overly motivated. I have several vague James and Lily ideas floating in my brain, as well as a few original short stories I'd like to experiment with...but lately writing has been a chore and my creative muse feels depleted!

As you can see the theme is that I have all these Harry and Hermione WIPS, yet no will to work on them, or at least continue posting (sigh). And I would like to write more James and Lily, yet keep freezing. So fun times all around!

Upcoming Scenes, Events, Details

So it's just the epilogue left. One detail is that so far it's only one scene and not very long, but still, I am so excited to finally wrap this up and reveal some stuff. It's probably the story that has meant the most to me on a personal level, and it feels so good to have finished something that I worked hard on and am proud of.

There is a kiss that I am very eager to write. Plus some group dynamics that I'm having fun experimenting with.

Now that I'm not writing this for an audience there has been some freedom with being able to let go of certain details and it feels great to just jump around and have fun with it. I'm working on a scene of a cute "first" date that makes me all fluttery ❤️ Also Ron will be making another appearance soon, and I do love writing him.

There are some cute scenes I'm excited to write, but they are a ways away and I don't want to say too much. I will say there is a kiss that I am also very excited to write in this one to! Let's just see if I ever get through all the "mystery" bits.

Well, if we could summon the energy/ability, there is a smut scene in In Between that I know I'm eager to write, or read, who knows which of us will make it happen 👀 I would also very much like it if my desire to write would come back as I keep getting snippets of Jily banter in my head that would be good to get down.

Not sure if anyone will be interested in reading any of this, but yes a glimpse at the chaos of my writing life (at least fandom wise).

Anyone who wants to participate, consider yourself tagged! But will also add a few that I am curious about! @glitterwitch1 @myst867 @annonymouslyblonde

#harry potter fanfic #harry x hermione #harmony fanfic #jily #james/lily #writing woes #my wips

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BeeTober 2023 Day 1 - Electric Shock

The start of Beetober 2023!!! Like always, all the thanks goes to my friend @chilassa who made the prompt list for me and this is yet again another year where I'm too tired to come up with fic titles myself so the title is the prompt! I am aiming for all days again, so let's see how far we come <3

Albedo isn’t quite used to human touch. People tend to steer clear of him usually, finding him too uncanny to come closer and less alone wanting to touch. Klee, of course, with her childish excitement, is a very notable exception.

She doesn’t hesitate to run to him, to hug him, to throw herself into his arms and she’s never shy to do so, either.

For a while, Klee was the sole source of human touch for Albedo.

Until Kaeya stepped into his life more firmly.

Unlike the other residents of Mondstadt, Kaeya isn’t shy with his touch. He doesn’t hesitate to brush his fingers over Albedo’s back, nudge him into the right direction with a firm tap to his hip or let their fingers brush whenever he hands Albedo something.

Albedo should have long gotten used to his touch and yet—every time it happens it feels as if an electric shock runs down his spine and settles under his skin.

It’s not—unpleasant, Albedo has to admit that much, but it’s unsettling because he doesn’t understand why it happens. Kaeya is a cryo user; it can’t even be his vision acting up. And the few times Albedo did ask someone else about this, he only got knowing smiles and meaningless ‘you’ll figure it out in no time’s thrown his way.

All in all, incredibly unhelpful.

“Albedo, my favourite Chief Alchemist,” Kaeya announces when he steps into Albedo’s lab and Albedo only barely suppresses the urge to roll his eyes.

“I’m the only Chief Alchemist,” he counters and watches from the corner of his eyes how Kaeya makes his way over to him.

“You’d still be my favourite, even if there were ten,” Kaeya gives back and this—this is new. Now even his voice manages to make a shudder run down Albedo’s back and he can’t say he’s too pleased by that.

Not as long as he doesn’t understand what’s going on.

“What do you want today?” Albedo asks, keeping most of his attention on the experiment currently in his hands but a part of his brain can’t help but to puzzle over this.

“Always so rude to me,” Kaeya drawls out and then slumps over the table in a way that makes Albedo want to scold him, if he wasn’t so very clearly deliberately making sure not to actually touch anything.

Kaeya is strangely considerate like that and Albedo frowns at the warmth pooling in his gut when he notices it.

“I’m busy,” Albedo gives back, pouring the almost glowing liquid into another bottle.

“I can see that,” Kaeya says and lightly taps his finger against Albedo’s forehead. “Though it’s not this experiment that’s keeping you occupied. What’s going on?”

There it is again, that by now almost familiar electric shock, running down Albedo’s back and almost making him spill the liquid.

He gives Kaeya a glare for his troubles.

“Sorry?” Kaeya says, clearly unsure of what just happened but he keeps his hands to himself until Albedo is done with the transfer and that’s really all Albedo can ask for. “You okay?” he then asks and Albedo sighs.

He’s not going to find an answer to this puzzling question himself and asking other people has yielded no insight, either—maybe it is time for Albedo to bring this up with Kaeya directly.

“Not many people touch me,” he starts with, much to Kaeya’s apparent confusion.

“Klee does,” he immediately gives back and Albedo nods.

“And you.”

Kaeya opens his mouth as if he wants to say something—apologize, maybe?—before he closes it again without actually saying anything at first.

“Is that a problem?” Kaeya finally gets out and Albedo shrugs.

“I’m not sure. Your touch is strange.”

“Strange,” Kaeya repeats, clearly lost and Albedo sighs.

“There’s this—it’s tingling. In a pleasant way, I think.”

“You think,” Kaeya whispers and Albedo can see the gears turning in his head. “So, if I do this—” he doesn’t finish his sentence but instead reaches out and puts his fingertips to Albedo’s forearm.

“It tingles,” Albedo confirms. “All the way down my back.”

He sees it, the exact moment Kaeya comes to a realisation because there’s this shift in his whole demeanour and so Albedo isn’t quite surprised when Kaeya leans forward, his intention clear.

Kissing him would probably clear some things up, Albedo understands with a sudden start, but he can’t allow this.

“No,” he says and puts his hand to Kaeya’s shoulder, stopping him in his movement.

The shift in his expression was subtle, but Albedo has seen that look before. It’s the one Kaeya gets when he figures out what someone wants, what he has to give to make someone happy—oftentimes regardless of his own feelings—and Albedo is not going to allow this.

He is not going to let Kaeya kiss him just because Kaeya thinks it will make him happy, not when he doesn’t know if it’s something that would make Kaeya happy as well.

“No?” Kaeya repeats and a frown settles on his face when Albedo takes a step away from him. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” he then asks, and Albedo can tell that he’s getting worked up.

“And what do you want?” Albedo asks in return and sees how Kaeya flinches away from him.

His eyes are wide and panicked and Albedo doesn’t quite understand what’s going on anymore.

It only takes Kaeya a second to compose himself again and Albedo is also familiar with the sneer on his face.

Though it’s usually not directed at him.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Kaeya almost spits out. “Don’t think you’re anything special. It’s actually kind of pathetic to fall for the first guy who shows you some decency, don’t you think? Makes you an easy target for everyone, just so you know. Now, if you’d excuse me, I have better places to be.”

Before Albedo can find his words Kaeya has already turned around on his heels and stormed off, leaving a bewildered Albedo behind.

He understands that he somehow hurt Kaeya, enough for him to lash out like that, but Albedo can’t quite understand just what he did wrong.

And it doesn’t change the fact that Kaeya’s words leave a nagging feeling behind in his head.

It was said in an attempt to hurt Albedo and to hide Kaeya’s own hurt but Albedo can’t deny that maybe Kaeya might be right. Maybe he does only have feelings for him because Kaeya was nice to him.

That Albedo does have feelings for Kaeya can be affirmed without a doubt now—that split second where he thought, hoped really, that Kaeya would kiss him enough to confirm it—but maybe it’s for shallow reasons.

Maybe Kaeya’s touch isn’t all that special after all; how would Albedo know without knowing any other touch?

It’s enough to get him thinking for the rest of the day, and by the time the sun rises next, Albedo is gone from Mondstadt.

It’s time he does some experimenting.

~*~*~

His plan is to travel to Liyue first, maybe head to Sumeru next depending on how long it takes him, and his first stop is Wangshu Inn. He has a very interesting run-in with the local Yaksha there, and that night he takes the time to get thoroughly acquainted with his own touch.

It doesn’t do much for him, beyond the physical pleasure one would expect and Albedo thinks that maybe a second person might be required after all.

He makes it to Liyue Harbor a day later and spends some very enjoyable days there. He meets Zhongli and knows him for who he really is though he tries to stick to cryo and electro wielders (he did not expect Lady Ninguang and Beidou to be so welcoming), that shudder down his back still so very prevalent in his mind but then he remembers the warmth that usually also curls in his gut when Kaeya is there, when Kaeya touches him, and he resolves to find at least one pyro user willing to tumble with him for a night.

That doesn’t happen until he makes his way to Sumeru though—and only then because Thoma is there with Ayato on official business—and there he also meets his most promising bed partner yet. Albedo sees the way Hermanubis curls around Cyno like a second skin and thinks that if anyone can make him shudder from pure touch alone it might be him.

He backtracks when he notices how the Acting Grand Sage looks at Cyno and he can’t quite hide his surprise when they come to find him that evening.

“He likes to fuck,” Alhaitham tells him in that horribly blunt way he has. “And I don’t, much.”

“We came to the agreement that I am allowed to indulge, sometimes,” Cyno adds with a sharp smile.

“As long as it is understood that it’s a one time thing,” Alhaitham almost boredly tells him but Albedo hears it for the threat it is.

Since that is not a problem for him he finds himself pinned under Cyno that night and while Hermanubis makes his nerves light up like nothing before, it’s still not the same as when Kaeya touches him.

Albedo makes his way back home a day later.

~*~*~

He doesn’t waste time to announce his return and instead makes his way straight to Kaeya’s apartment.

Kaeya doesn’t seem too pleased to see him when he opens the door.

“Can we talk?” Albedo still asks and he missed this, the comfortable warmth that curls in his gut just from being around Kaeya.

“I’m not the one who ran,” Kaeya derisively says but when he retreats into his apartment, he leaves the door open and Albedo takes it for the invitation it is.

“What do you want?” Kaeya asks once the door is closed behind Albedo and his entire posture screams at Albedo to get out.

He must really have struck a nerve back then.

“Kaeya, what is it that you want?” Albedo asks in return, and there it is again, that painfully surprised and confused look on Kaeya’s face as if he has never before been asked that.

“What does it matter?” Kaeya gives back. “Did you have a few good days?”

The way he asks it makes Albedo frown.

“What do you mean?”

“Thoma and I keep in touch,” is all Kaeya says to that and of course. Albedo should have known.

“I see.”

“I’m really that undesirable, huh? You’d rather make your way to Sumeru of all places than to look here.”

“That’s not what that was about,” Albedo immediately says. “I thought maybe you were right. Maybe it was just because yours was the only touch I’ve really known. I needed to verify.”

“Verify. As if all of that was nothing more than an experiment.”

“It wasn’t. Kaeya, I’m asking again: what is it that you want?”

Albedo knows what he wants; knows that it’s only Kaeya who makes him feel like that, who manages to light his nerves up like no one else can but he still remembers that look on Kaeya’s face.

He’s not going to take what he wants if Kaeya is only doing it because it would please Albedo.

“It clearly doesn’t matter,” Kaeya says, and he sounds resigned to it in a way that squeezes Albedo’s chest almost painfully.

“Tell me anyway,” Albedo says and then simply holds Kaeya’s gaze until he crumbles right in front of him.

“I want you to want me,” Kaeya almost yells out before he completely deflates. “I want you,” he adds, much more silent this time and Albedo doesn’t waste any more time. He steps forward and pulls Kaeya into a kiss, marvelling at the way even that contact makes him burn up like nothing else had.

“You have me,” Albedo says when they part and he was not quite prepared for the sad, almost resigned smile Kaeya gives him.

“Your exploits say otherwise.”

“I was trying to figure out what makes you so special,” Albedo explains and he isn’t quite sure how to make Kaeya understand.

“And?”

“And what makes you special is the fact that I love you,” Albedo easily gives back, not quite rising to the challenge in Kaeya’s voice.

“Come on, Albedo,” Kaeya says, clearly not satisfied with that answer. “You only feel that way because I’ve been nice to you. Because I touched you when no one else would.”

“I thought about that, too, when you said it the first time,” Albedo admits and only notices Kaeya flinch because he’s so close. “But I’ve had people touch me now; I’ve had people be nice to me. One even offered to court me properly.”

He still remembered his surprise when Kaveh had offered it in the morning. It didn’t even bear consideration, but it had been nice nonetheless.

“Good for you,” Kaeya mutters but Albedo shakes his head.

“It’s neither of those things that made me fall in love with you, though.” That too, is something Albedo has given quite some thought to during his travels. And he thinks that there are too many reasons for him to name them all speaks for itself. Still, he tries. For Kaeya. “I fell in love with you because you’re kind to Klee no matter what, patient in a way not many are. Because you were the same with me, without making it feel as if you’re looking down on me, like many others did. Because you’re considerate and respect my work place. Because you treated me like a human even though it was so painfully obvious I wasn’t one. Because you expected me to learn and adapt and didn’t coddle me.”

“And because I’m hot,” Kaeya quips and Albedo loves that he knows Kaeya well enough to know that he’s uncomfortable with Albedo’s praise and needs to derail him for a moment. Not that Albedo is going to let him.

“That, too,” he still easily admits. “Though I would still rank the smile you give Klee higher. That one is only rivalled by the one you give me, sometimes. You know, the one that makes your face go all soft.”

“I don’t have a smile like that,” Kaeya says, almost on reflex Albedo suspects but Albedo doesn’t bother to argue because the smile is right there, on Kaeya’s face.

“Sure,” Albedo agrees anyway. “So, if you truly want me, then you have me.”

“It didn’t seem like that when you pushed me away,” Kaeya says and it’s clear that it’s still eating away at him.

“Because I didn’t know it then,” Albedo explains. “Because you have a habit of doing things for the people you like to keep them happy, no matter what. And I couldn’t—I didn’t want you to do this only for me.”

“This would be something very selfish as well,” Kaeya admits and reaches out for Albedo’s hand.

Albedo doesn’t hesitate to thread their fingers together.

“Then you shall have it,” Albedo whispers as he leans back in.

And this time when they part, Albedo is met with the smile he loves so much.

#bt writes #beetober2023 #genshin impact #kaebedo #albedo #kaeya #getting together #promiscuity #background relationships #hurt/comfort #feelings realization #love confessions #first kiss

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hey y'all popping back on here with some exciting rwrb-related news:

my long fic reincarnation college au now has a title- every time my heart swings back to you. i've posted some snippets before but a quick summary of the premise is that alex and henry are college students at the same school in the modern era but were a knight and prince in their past lives hundreds of years before, and the story of the past slowly unfolds through a series of non-linear flashbacks.

i'm very excited to finally be able to share it, and as a little celebration i'm sharing a short snippet of the prologue below the cut before i start posting in the next few days with more details to come then

content/trigger warnings: death, suicide, mild gore and violence, homophobia, racism

please mind the warnings because these themes start from the beginning of the story and are present throughout even though I wouldn't consider it to be dark fic

"Gabriel of Cleremont, former knight of Lord Beringar's house. Accused and convicted of attempted sodomy with His Royal Highness Prince James. The Prince does not join him today, having rejected his advances. Cleremont is sentenced to death by beheading for his crimes. Is there anything you wish to say to the public gathered here?"

James's breath catches in his throat. He feels pinned, suffocated under the weight of the charges against his beloved and the lies about their relationship. His father's words from earlier echo in his mind.

"Do not look away. This is what happens to men like him." The unspoken To men like you. Be grateful that I saved you from that fate.

Yet Gabriel simply glares up at the executioner and the crowd, fierce and defiant as ever. His gaze is a dare to the world. A challenge that says there's not a damn thing he regrets, least of all James. James has always loved that side of Gabriel, brave and unrepentant, but now such an expression hurts, knowing he'll never see it again.

"I will accept this punishment but I shall not ask for forgiveness. I believe in God and His mercy. I believe that He will see my heart is full of love and understand my choice."

"You dare compare the sin of Sodom to love?"

"I speak from my soul and what I know to be true."

Gabriel's voice is level and strong as he speaks. It carries over the crowd's frenzied shouts, straight into James's heart. Even though he wants to look away, feels his stomach rise back into his throat, he forces himself to watch. Not for his father, but for Gabriel. Gabriel, the brave and beautiful knight who loved him, deserves to be remembered.

As the headman draws the ax, raises it high in preparation for likely what is the first of many blows to prolong Gabriel's suffering, a part of James revolts. Before he knows it, something akin to bravery possesses his body and propels him towards the nearest guard. James grabs the man's sword and presses the point into his chest.

"Do not touch him," James warns, his words coming out steadier than he feels. "If anyone lays a finger on him, I'll kill myself."

Guards rush towards him, but their movement only steels his resolve. He presses the tip in deeper, letting the first drops of red fall. It makes the men pause, unsure what to do. Good.

"Do not mistake my words for idle threat, I have little left to lose."

From the execution platform, Gabriel looks up at him, horrified, as he tries to shake his own guards off. "James, don't!"

...

He looks at Gabriel.

His Gabriel. The only one who ever truly saw him. A storm of emotions rises up in his chest, making it hard to breathe. James doesn't want to do this—he wouldn't do this if he had a choice—but backing down will only damn him to a lifetime of this awful emptiness, without respite. He finds strength in Gabriel once more. A small smile plays on James's lips. I love you.

Then he plunges the sword into his chest.

"James!"

Edit: Prologue and Chapter 1 out now!

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #rwrb fic #firstprince #alex and henry #rwarb #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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Shakey Sundays #6:

Neil Young and Promise of the Real's The Monsanto Years

Somehow this album is cursed in my biography. Every time I try to listen to it something goes deeply wrong. And it's no wonder: in the silly recording session photo above it looks like Neil is casting an evil spell on all of us. Monsanticus!

When the record came out in in the summer of 2015 I was suspicious; Neil had just released Storytone, and it sounded like he'd focused on painting the record's cover and washing his hogs rather than writing good songs. Plus I'd never even heard of his new backing band with their too terrible to be ironic name. Crazy Horse was alive and well; what was Young up to now?

But 20 years previously I'd been equally suspicious when Young got spooked by the Horse and buddied up with a different group of young hipsters to make Mirror Ball, and that record turned out to be awesome. And so I knew The Montsanto Years deserved my open-mindedness in spite of its clunky title and fairly gross cover art.

So I turned it up loud for the first time with my buddy Matt. It was a beautiful day and we had an open road with two hours of drive time ahead of us. Maybe we'd listen to it twice!

But halfway through the album's third song, People Want to Hear About Love, with its inspired-by-Stephen-Still's-very-own-Joe-Lala bongos, and its gather about me young squires chanting, not to mention Young's crankiest grandpa vocal stylings to date, Matt and I simultaneously announced that the song sucked. We put on Zuma instead.

Even so, People Want To Hear About Love, stayed annoyingly in my head all day, and that day was dedicated to attending our friend's younger sister's funeral. I couldn't shake crusty grandpa Neil off at the graveside as my friend's 20-something little sister was lowered into the earth, her life cut short by cancer that came with touches of abhorrent irony: she'd been a nurse; her dad was a cancer doctor. You're wrong Neil, I angrily thought, no one wants to hear about love. Nor do they ever want to hear your song again.

I've given the record sporadic second chances since then. And every time I get to the fourth track, Big Box, I perk up. After all, it opens with Neil alone, playing a demonstrative and churning, here's how it works kids, follow my lead, riff that sounds like it's lifted straight from Mirror Ball.

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But before you know it Neil croons "Too Big To Fail" in overdubbed fashion and rhymes "excited" with "Citizens United" (you know, the Supreme Court case that gave corporations the power to essentially buy our elections) and, despite some pretty exciting guitar interplay whenever Young shuts his trap, rather than echoing Mirror Ball the whole thing sounds like Young is hanging out with Kai Ryssdal or David Brancaccio on Marketplace. Come on Neil, that's my least favorite show on NPR.

Yesterday I gave the record yet another try: but again, no dice; my 15 year old ipod (no, I don't own The Monsanto Years on vinyl; I got it in true Dollar Bin fashion by checking it out at the library) played me the first two songs, the lyrically regrettable opening track, which isn't amazing but does not suck, and the pretty lovely, quavering Wolf Moon, before the device (it's the kind with a dial on the lower half; there are 22 thousand songs on the thing, and around 1600 of them are Young's), perhaps disgusted by my choice for this week's Shakey Sunday, cried uncle and died in what appeared to be the very real Steve Jobs kinda fashion.

I was able to resuscitate it eventually but I'm unsure whether or not to risk resumption of the album. After all, it's cursed! And when the terrible day comes, and my ipod refuses to wake back up no matter how many times I pressed down all the buttons at once while cursing, will I need to find another way, either through a very nonDollar Bin purchase of the vinyl or through Neil's old timey, betamax website, to listen to The Monsanto Years ever again? Or can I just stick with Zuma?

Well, let's find out the answer. It's a Shakey Sunday and I'm about to roll my ipod's dice, press play, and go song by song through the rest of Neil's far too long screed against agrobusiness.

The fifth song, A Rock Star Bucks a Coffee Shop, is a big No vote for the record. Yikes. I'd rather drink a big cuppa GMO than hear Young rhyme GMO with Mont-san-to ever again. Whoever is responsible for the whistling in this song needs to never purse their lips in my presence again.

I suspect POTR (I refuse to ever type the band's terrible name out again; I wish they'd named themselves Promise of the Real Sausages instead) are big fans of Young's live bender record Time Fades Away. Working Man's got that vibe but it's slick instead of shakey. Yuck.

In Rules of Change Neil gives us yet another version of the story he's been telling over and over again for the whole record: the farmers have woes; climate change is real; we're doomed unless we get on Uncle Neil's groovy train of love. Look: I'm an environmentalist already. I do what I can to eat sustainably; I ride my bike to work alongside my sweet daughter as much as possible; and I've got a bootleg gray water system already running out the back of my house as we speak, watering my trees with our laundry water. The simple truth is that I never needed this concept album, or any of Young's too numerous to count environmental anthems. I already know this stuff. I'm already angry and I already vote and if Trump gets elected next fall I'll lose my mind a second time. Frankly, Neil, I'd much rather imagine sleeping with Pocahontas.

But it's when we get to the album's title track that I start to wish my ipod was indeed broken.

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The song is a terrifying double to Danger Bird: it's slow and brooding with caveman vocals. But the guitar is mostly sickening instead of life changing and everyone's chanting "Safeway" instead of telling me about Carrie Snodgrass sleeping around with some still unknown famous enemy of Young's and ruining his life in 75. I guess Neil's right, people do want to hear about love. And Marlon Brando. And the Astrodome. And me.

I haven't got much to say about the final track, If I Don't Know. It occurs, and it sucks less than most of what we just sat through. What I fear is that Young is letting some young hipster solo at the end of the song while he stands by, contemplating corporate sin. Jimi Hendrix is dead, Ira Kaplan is busy, Richard Thompson isn't interested and Stephen Stills sucks; no other man on earth should be allowed to solo on a guitar while on stage with Neil.

(But I'd be more than happy to have any number of women do so, however, from Leslie Feist to Myriam Gendron to the recently resurgent Joni Mitchell herself.)

Okay folks we did it. We made it through The Monsanto Years. You have my permission to never listen to it again.

Me? As of this moment, while I hit post, I'm already half way through the record for the second time today, and I'm kinda digging my time at the Big Box store. Looks like I like the record anyway.

Neil Young: even his garbage swings.

#Youtube #neil young #the promise of the real #stephen stills sucks #shakey sundays #feist #myriam gendron

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quill-pen · 1 year

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Making TikToks with Ebenezer pt.? (ModernAU / Married!Ebenezer ScroogeXF!Reader)

IDK how these are gonna go or why I'm doing this, I just thought it might be a fun/funny little thing to do sometimes. Little modern au, not-much-thought-put-into-it-because-it's-just-supposed-to-be-dumb-fun snippets. We'll see how this turns out.

Okay, I need to go to bed now. Enjoy! Or cringe. Whichever.

Inspired by this trend (I know it's old--shut up--I don't care! I find it cute, sexy, and fun!):

Pairing(s): Ebenezer Scrooge x F!Reader (married)

Rating: Well, on FFN, I would've rated this 'T', so....

Warnings: Dom-ish!Scrooge, Sub-ish!Reader, innuendo, brief language, pet names, modern-day au (might be a warning), idiots in love who can't keep it in their pants with each other, implied sexual content, established relationship, pinned to a wall, written kind of like a script (if you don't like that style, might want to skip), camera set up and recording, children are traumatized... sort of

Summary: I mean, it's pretty much what the title says. A modern-day AU with you and Ebenezer. Eb wants to try a TikTok trend with you.

A/N: If you like this and would like to see more, by all means, drop me some suggestions in my asks.

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*Ebenezer is fiddling with the phone setup, ensuring it's angled where it needs to be. You are standing behind him, watching him curiously. He hasn't yet told you what you were doing, just that he wants to try a TikTok trend with you. Shocking, as he is never the one who initiates making TikToks--that is always your or your siblings' domain.*

Ebenezer: *Looks a bit unsure about what he's doing.* Is it recording?

You: Yeah, it's recording.*You point to the screen.* See that red line moving around there? That means you're recording.

Ebenezer: *Grins from ear to ear, clapping his hands in triumph.* Excellent. *He turns to face you fully and you turn to face him. His back is mostly towards the camera while you are mostly facing it. Your face--your reaction--is the point of this endeavor.*

You: *Smiling up at him. His excitement and happiness are completely contagious to you.* Okay, so whatcha wanna do?

Ebenezer: *Grabbing you by the waist and moving you a bit closer to the wall.* Okay, I want you right about here. *He quickly checks over his shoulder to make sure the two of you are still within view of the camera.*

You: *Already blushing a bit because his hands are on your waist, you giggle.* Whatever you want, Babe.

Ebenezer: *Assured the two of you are still in frame, he turns back to you with a smile.* All right, now I want you to do this. *He demonstrates what he wants by holding his clasped-together hands in front of him at chest height.*

You: Like this? *You clasp your hands together in the same way he showed you.*

Ebenezer: Exactly, Love. Now, go like this. *While keeping his hands clasped, he lifts a set of fingers to stick straight up.*

You: Okay. *You repeat the action shown to you, mirroring him. Once you've done that, you give him a quizzical look.* Now what?

Ebenezer: *Grabs your clasped hands with one of his, slotting his fingers in between your extended ones. (It's very easy for him to do, as his hands are so large.) Without warning, he shoves you back against the wall as he lifts your hands high above you, pinning them there: His other hand flies to grip your hip. He has you trapped against the wall as he leers down at you. The very edge of a smirk is visible to the camera and something that's part growl, part deep, rumbling hum can be heard. You are both nose-to-nose.*

You: *Your blush deepens as you gasp and stare up at him in wide-eyed surprise.* Holy fuck, Wolf! *Your eyes glaze over and darken a bit as you instinctively lift the leg he's grabbed up to his waist: His hand instinctively slides down your thigh to grip and hold the appendage in place. You are clearly very turned on by the circumstances.*

Ebenezer: *Releasing a deep, dark chuckle.* "Holy fuck Wolf" indeed, Sweetness. By all means. *He presses his body into yours, pinning you further into the wall, and cranes his neck down to give you a sound kiss that you immediately melt into. Evidently, your reaction was precisely what he wanted.*

You: *Breaking the kiss, you give him another hazy look as you try to get your breath back.* Y-You... you can't post that up. The kids follow us--w-we'll traumatize them.

Ebenezer: *Chuckling again, he takes your leg and wraps it fully around his waist. Then he strokes his hand back up your leggings-encased thigh to grip the curve of your ass, causing you to arch into him a bit with a shuddering gasp.* Let them be traumatized. It's a rite of passage every child must go through at some point. *He lowers his face to the crook of your neck and begins mouthing at your shoulder which is bared by the baggy neck-hole of your t-shirt (which is actually his shirt).*

You: *Helpless to his touch, you let your head fall back and roll to the side to give him better access. With a whimpering moan, your eyes fall closed and you surrender to his touch.* You big...*You gasp.* bad...*You moan.* wolf.... *Your knees buckle.*

Ebenezer: *Trails his tongue along your throat from the hollow at the bottom to the pulse point just under your jaw. He sucks a lingering kiss to the spot, grinning wolfishly into your flesh as you squirm and whine.* Your big bad wolf, She-Wolf.

*You both forget about the recording. Luckily it stops long before Ebenezer has you stripped naked and writhing between him and the wall. But you still have to go back and trim quite a chunk off the end because the man accidentally set the blasted thing to record for three minutes instead of sixty seconds. (At least you think it was an accident. Ebenezer would never post such things publicly, but TikTok does have that 'only me' setting....) Upon posting, the TikTok is quite tame, ending just after Ebenezer kisses you, and you edit some edgy, sexy-sounding, alternative electro-pop song titled 'Big Bad Wolf' over the top of it. (It was only appropriate, after all.)*

*In the end, regardless of how you tamed down the video, you probably should have posted it privately anyway: For the next two weeks, you and Ebenezer both notice that your siblings and the Cratchit kids can't look either of you in the eye. When your sister finally works up the courage to do so, she tells you off:*

Josie: *Pacing in front of both you and Ebenezer as you sit on the couch watching her. She has placed you on opposite ends of the couch, as far from each other as possible.* You two are way too old to be making out like teens on prom night for a TikTok--stop it! Don't you guys have some adulting to do instead?

*You and Ebenezer share looks and try to bite back guilty smiles, not having the heart to tell her that you had been adulting. Just in the best and most fun ways possible.*

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archangelmacaron · 2 years

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NTMF College AU Chapter 5ish

I still haven't thought of a title ("College AU" is very tempting, but no.) Knowing at least three people are reading is definitely making me write like my fingers are on fire. :D I guess it doesn't take much to encourage me because the first time I got a comment on my fics I was so excited I almost threw my phone (still unsure why that was my reaction, but...) I had started writing what I thought I'd like to read and was so surprised to learn other people wanted to read it, too. So thank you as always for your support!

Noel had expected to wake up with the hangover of a lifetime. Instead, she felt warm and rather content, without the splitting head pain she'd expected. She let out a soft sigh, snuggling under her covers more��then her forehead bumped into something unusual beside her. Her eyes shot open. Blinking blearily, she saw something black and covered in fabric, which moved slightly. Her eyes shot fully open.

Th—that's a leg! A leg!? There's someone sitting on my bed?!

“You're finally awake, I see.”

“Wh-wh-whatwhat—mmph?” A large black hand clapped over her mouth before she could find the wherewithal to scream. Red eyes in a pointed black face glared down at her.

“Be quiet. I'm assuming you don't wish your roommate to know of your visitor. Summoning is still illegal in Lhaplus, is it not?”

She shook her head hurriedly in response to the first comment, nodding at the second, and the devil slowly removed his hand as she sat up, slowly remembering what had led to this situation.

“I presume you recall the events of last night?” he asked, crossing his arms and looking down at her a touch arrogantly.

“Ah, for the most part, yes,” she replied, glancing around her room. “I um, certainly do not recall inviting you into my bed—“

“There's nowhere else to sit in this mess!”

“Y-you could have moved the papers on the bench—“

“What bench?”

Noel looked at the piles and boxes of sheet music and textbooks next to her two keyboards, completely concealing the furniture underneath, then sighed. She really had let her room get out of hand. “I apologize. I must state again that I wasn't expecting a visitor...”

“Well, you have one now.” He looked a bit cranky.

“I apologize for being a bad hostess,” she said, pursing her lips and not feeling particularly sorry. A thought hit her. “Wait... did you simply... w-watch me sleep all night?”

He gave her a withering look. “Of course not! I was reading, not staring at you. Be less arrogant about your body, this is the second time you've implied someone like me would have any interest in something like that!”

“Like that? And arro—wait, what were you reading?” Her mind switched tracks halfway through as she looked at the item in his other hand.

He held up a green leather bound book. “This.”

“Wha—!” His hand slapped over her mouth again as she almost shrieked, muffling it. She glared at him until he removed it, hissing, “You read my diary?”

“Oh, I see, it's a journal. That explains why it was rather boring.” He tossed it back on her bedside table.

“Bor—I'm sorry, but my life is not your entertainment—“ She cut her words off as she heard Jillian's door opening, and her roommate's soft footsteps walked into the kitchen. She let out a small sigh of relief that Jillian had not decided to check on her just yet, glancing at the devil on the bed next to her with a pained expression. This would be... difficult to explain...

The devil slowly lowered his hand from where he'd prepared to clamp it over her mouth again, staring at her doorway with narrowed eyes. “When do your roommates normally leave?”

“Um, Jillian has her part time work at noon, and Spica, if she's returned at all, will probably be asleep until at least three. Jillian will definitely wish to check on me beforehand, however, since I was quite drunk last night.” She paused. “And yet, I do not seem to have a hangover...”

“I don't think Spica has returned yet. I didn't hear your door open again. When she does, she'll probably make her first action looking for your corpse.” He turned back to her. “As for the hangover, I took care of it.”

She blinked. “You did? How? No—why? We did not agree on a contract as of yet—“

He seemed smug again. “Oh, we did. You've already forgotten?”

“Eh? When?” She stared at him suspiciously.

“You don't remember? When you stumbled in here after your late night chat with your roommate, you were still a bit lucid. I held your hair back as you threw up. As you were scrubbing your mouth out, I asked you if you agreed to my unstated terms, and this time you said yes.”

Her face flushed as she pictured herself vomiting as he stood there in his formal clothing, with his large black hands holding her hair up. The image made her feel like sinking into the ground. How utterly humiliating—but more importantly!

She glared at him. “I—I was clearly blacked out! That's coercion!”

He shrugged. “I'm a Great Devil. I don't care.”

“Well—well you should!”

He ignored her spluttering. “Anyways, the short of it is that I've decided to help you with this little mystery. Where do you want to begin investigating?”

Noel swallowed the rest of her complaints, letting out a huff. She had a strange feeling that he wasn't being entirely truthful, but she'd simply have to trust that he wasn't going to harm her—if he had wanted to, the previous night would have been the perfect opportunity—there was no need to wait to claim a price. Instead, her hangover had been cured, she'd been neatly tucked in, and he seemed to have sat at the edge of the bed near the window the entire night—reading my damn journal!—but still, it was relatively gentlemanly behavior, all things considered. She wondered why he hadn't slept. Maybe devils didn't need to... or maybe her room was too messy for him to find a spot.

She touched her chin thoughtfully, setting the subject of her new companion aside to focus on the larger problem in her life. “While I have been targeted, it does not seem to be me personally they wish to eliminate—rather, as you said, 'Noel the pianist' is in danger, and it must be because of the ceremony. They tried to remove me from it subtly, but must have been surprised by my stubbornness, and so a more drastic attempt to silence me was made. I find it very likely that I was intended to die last night.”

By your hands, she thought, glancing over the devil again. He looked back down at her, unaware of her thoughts but still looking as calm and shameless as usual. Shouldn't I be more afraid? I've heard that devils are very strict about contracts, but I have no idea what the actual terms we agreed to were. And yet, I don't feel like I'm in danger right now... Will I be, later?

“We can safely assume it's because of the ceremony. It seems unlikely anyone would have another motive to kill you. You seem to lead a rather boring life.”

She blushed again as she thought of him reading her diary. “That—that's not your concern!”

He ignored her as he continued. “Having died while dealing with a devil—you would not be a particularly sympathetic figure, as that is both illegal and considered morally abhorrent in Lhaplus. It's unlikely your motives for doing so would truly be examined.”

She nodded. “No one would have any reason to think it was a set up. It would be dismissed as the actions of a woman in a jealous rage for losing out on a prestigious appointment.”

“Precisely. An easy and complete explanation that leaves no questions.”

She looked down, a sad expression crossing her face. “Yes... Other than Jillian, I don't have many close friends. She's likely the only one who would stand up for me and search for the truth.”

And in doing that, she would also be in danger... I truly hope I can leave her out of this.

The devil had raised a brow, looking down at her. She was struck again by how much larger he was than her—her single bed barely fit her alone, and he seemed to be sitting on it quite awkwardly. He was so out of place in the messy room—his elegant suit was certainly at odds with her plain blue duvet and striped sheets. “Again, I must state that you seem remarkably calm about this, even without alcohol in your system.”

She gave him a complicated expression, her hand unconsciously touching one of her prosthetic legs. It seemed he hadn't taken them off when putting her to bed, which she was grateful for—he'd have needed to partially undress her to do so, and she'd dealt with enough embarrassing moments for a lifetime in the past twenty four hours. “I—I suppose that since I've already nearly been killed once, it is not as bothersome as it might be to others.” As for why I am not afraid of you... even I cannot explain that!

The expression he gave her in return was even more complicated. “I read about that. It was only last year, around this same time?”

“Yes.” She looked away from him briefly to hide the emotions the accident brought up. “I was also projected to be the ceremonial pianist back then, but I had to drop out before even half the semester had passed because of the accident.”

“Accident.” He gave her a pointed, dubious look. She frowned.

“I know the timing is rather suspect, but it was a drunk driver who died on impact. Besides, there would have been no need, we hadn't even been given the music for finals yet and while many predicted it would be me due to my skill and family name, it was still not a guarantee. Arranging something so elaborate, and killing a man, based solely on a 'maybe' seems completely unreasonable. It's surely unrelated to what happened last night.”

“Hmm.” She could tell he didn't agree and was surprised but relieved when he didn't press the subject. “We can agree that the likely motive is to eliminate the talented ceremonial pianist, and replace them with one who is not capable of performing—or perhaps can be manipulated into not performing the ritual correctly; and doing so in a way that is unlikely to draw any attention.”

She nodded, then paused. “Do you think that the other runner ups might be in danger as well?”

“Doubtful. It was only your piece that was switched, correct?”

“As far as I know, yes. But Ribellio is known to not be a talented player, let alone more skilled than all of the class! I cannot imagine that no one else would look into things because of that alone.”

He shrugged. “Either way, that's not your problem. If someone else dies, we'll have an idea of how far they'll go, or if all their focus will be on you as the main threat.”

She frowned. I suppose that's the devil's morality there, but... I do not want anyone else to be harmed.

He looked at her sideways. “Given all that, what do you think our next steps should be?”

She had a feeling that he already had a solid idea of what to do next, but wanted to see if she would suggest the same thing. She carefully thought a moment longer before speaking.

“I suppose researching the ceremony itself would be a good start. If we can find out how and why they wish to sabotage it, and why I--well my skills, in particular, are a danger to that plan, that will be valuable information.”

He seemed pleased. “You'd mentioned archives at the university library. We can start there.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “We won't be able to get into the truly forbidden books, of course, but there should be plenty of information that is not classified. It is Saturday, so the library will close around five PM. I should get there before—“

He shook his head. “No, you'll want to go after it closes.”

She tilted hers. “Why?”

“Did you forget that someone just tried to kill you? It's likely they'll try again once they realize they have failed.”

“Wouldn't going out in the public in daylight make it safer? It seems unlikely they would try anything with witnesses about!”

He gave her another sideways look, lifting his head slightly. “What time did the car hit you? Were you alone in the street?”

He already knew the answer if he'd read her diary. A devastated expression crossed her face at the cold questions. She closed her eyes to hide it, pulling her hand into a fist against her chest and swallowing the nausea. She could almost hear the noises in her head again, the squealing tires, the sickening crunch... “I... it was early afternoon. But that wasn't... intentional...”

“Doesn't matter,” he said dismissively. “My point is, humans can die at any time. However, if you go out at night, you'll have me.”

“Have... you...” Why is my face flushing again? That's right, we did discuss that just a little bit last night... he'll definitely be able to protect me.

“I can't very well accompany you in public during the day, now can I?”

Noel thought about casually walking around campus with a nearly seven foot tall devil beside her. That would certainly not go over very well. “Ah, n-no, no you couldn't!”

“So, let's plan for nightfall. When's sunset around here?” He pulled out a pocketwatch.

“Um, about five thirty, I believe.” Her brow furrowed again as she thought about breaking into a university building. “I have not participated in a crime before.” Well, other than underage drinking in high school, I suppose. I do not think I will ever drink again, now!

“Crime? Oh, breaking and entering, right? Don't worry. We won't be caught.” He slid the watch away, giving her another arrogant expression.

She frowned. “You seem awfully confident.”

“I am,” he said, once again sounding—and looking—quite smug. “I'm a Great Devil. This will be easy.”

“Right...”

Let us hope that those are not famous last words!

#fanfic

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asecretlesbian · 1 month

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First drabble is up

EXCITED SQUEAL!! I'm very excited to share my story's with you i take requests!! if you need explanation head to my newest post that explains my characters <3

Trying again. (drabble)

Why did no one ever warn Jamiey about how difficult rehabilitation is.

Moving, resting. Check ins, walk ins. Moving, resting.

It never stopped.

“Alright – Mr. Stefafin, you’re all ready for discharge. I’ll get a nurse to help pack your belongings.” The young man almost begun to cry at that, well not almost. He broke down sobbing, relief hitting him like a wave. A pudgy nurse was soon approaching his room with a bag and a wheel chair. “Mr. Jamiey, I’m nurse Daniella. You have a visitor to assist you in packing!” Her voice was like caramel, so soft and liquidly. She gripped his arm and helped him up, supporting his weight as everything spun. Daniella eased him into the chair, she smiled before pivoting. She walked out, wait a visitor? “Hey, don’t think you’re doing this alone bud.” The voice was gravelly and glided to his ears. “Chief Casolengo?” Damn – he was going to cry again. “Tell me what you need from me.”

It has been more then a week since the event of Jamiey going home. Chief, Connor, Beatrice, even Lark and Simmoe had visited. Bringing bountiful foods or aiding with housework. It was time to head back to work, and he couldn’t wait.

“Good morning bug!” A knocking at his door made him jump, he scurried to open it. It revealed the lieutenant, keys jingling in hand. “Ready for work?” Jamiey was stunned, unsure how to answer he gave a mixed word of ‘sure’ and yes’. That made Sharpfurrow’s grin. “Let’s get moving, shall we?” Connor stepped back to allow the curly haired individual to make his way out the door, thus once the door was shut and bolted, they descended down the driveway. It proved too be a daunting task. The world flipped half way down. Jamiey had to freeze and breathe. That’s what the doctors had repeated, God he was sick of this. Bile threatened to climb up his throat. “Hey, you coming?” The older man hadn’t noticed of yet, the truck member nodded and powered through the rest of the descent. Loading into the vehicle proved much simpler, so was the walking to his second home. “Are you sure you’re ready? Work injures- are horrific.” A hand was firm, gripping to his shoulder. “I’m- not sure. But I want to try.” Here comes the true challenge, a shift.

an hour in and everything begun titling, his vision had a blur to the edges and a pulsing in the back of his crown eased in. Jamiey had been welcomed warmly, waterworks and hugs. Maybe he should have called it quits, but the show must go on. Reeve had called both teams together for a ladder drill, fucking ladder drills. “Alright Simmoe and Lark up you go.” The button on the timer was clicked, both men jogged to the metal frame and scaled it, feet planted on each bar. “Ok, Jamiey and Lilees.” That was too quick, Jamiey made his way to the ladder and begun to climb. Why was the ladder shaking so hard? Was it just him or was it swaying? His palms grew sweaty, breathing became shallow, what was he doing? He froze, like a deer in head lights. Hold it together Jamiey. . Everything was too heavy even his eyelids, they slipped.

“Jamiey? Come on buddy, open those baby blues for us... wait can I say that if – ok aright Ill focus!” Chatter faded in and out, in through his right, exiting through his left. His eyelids didn’t feel so heavy, everything just felt cold. With that he whined and squirmed, finally wrenching his lids open. “There he is! Told you we didn’t kill him.” That was Joseph, he knew because their face was – far too close. “Mhm, course I’m not dead.” Jamiey’s hand pressed onto the paramedic’s face, shoving it out of the way. “What happened?” when did it become so difficult to sit up? Is what he should be asking. “Well; you fainted and fell smack of the ladder, luckily we had the mats down.” Catherine was sitting cross-legged in the ambulance, iPad in hand. “By Connors request and chiefs demand your going to Dalita medical.” As if summoned by the statement Connor rounded the corner, “Can I have a moment with Jamiey, Cathy?” She rolls her eyes before snatching Joseph collar. Soon both men were left alone in the emergency transport. “That almost didn’t end well Jamiey, what were you thinking?” With that Jamiey completely broke down, head bowing into his hands, he didn’t know how long he just sat and cried but eventually he melted into soft hiccups, a weight graced the bed beside him. “I wanted to prove myself, I thought I was getting better.” He leans into his lieutenant, suddenly feeling all energy he still owned had been sucked down a drain, slowly leaving his limbs. “You didn’t fail Jamiey- think of it like a setback. You’ll get there, now I don’t want to see you here anytime soon or I’m sending you back in a body bag? You get me?” A small simper graces the chocolate skinned lips. “Take it easy Jamiey.” With that Connor stands with his frame ducked. Then, after a minute he was left alone. He curled onto his side, throwing the blankets over his crown.

#firemen #own oc #writers on tumblr #female writers #im nervous #hope you enjoy #whump writing

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myimaginedcorner · 7 months

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SCALES OF JUSTICE - BETA-BOOK CLOSED, DEMO ESTABLISHED AND FINAL STAGE BEGUN

At last, we're here, my dear reader. After more than two years of sweat and tears, you and I are witnesses to this book's full release, the end that lays foundations to the fresh beginning of a bigger journey. I cannot express just how grateful I am to everyone who's been supporting me throughout this time, to each who wrote their lovely messages and useful advise that helped me keep improving with my every chapter. The road ahead doesn't look long, now - there's only some re-writing left, and then, I'm submitting this project to the judgement of Hosted Games. If we're lucky, this is but a step in a story that has not yet seen its rightful end.

FULL BETA-BOOK IS NOW UNAVAILABLE: A DEMO VERSION HAS BEEN ENABLED UP TO CHAPTER 5.

Now that the long weekend has ended, I'll begin with my thorough re-read of the book, a re-write of some sloppy scenes and a proper check of stats and their effect on your experience, to make sure this game is enjoyable and worthy to be officially released. I thank you all again for your patience, for your support and love - I'll do my best to bring you a good final product.

As usual, I welcome any feedback, for my beta-tester is becoming a woman of Science (I've also slightly broken her with a Baldur's Gate 3 obsession). If you have any issues, recommendations, or comments in general about my work, feel free to text me here or make a post in CoG forum, where I will be answering you to the best of my capabilities. I tried my best to bring this update quickly - I checked for bugs, but I'm always very grateful for any help!

KNOWN BUGS:

Sometimes, the image for Chapter 5's title doesn't appear at the beggining of the chapter. I'm unsure why, and thus the bug still persists.

DEMO DESCRIPTION:

Scales of Justice is a fantasy game situated in another world, far away from Earth. There are plenty of species living together in harmony, but the human race is currently split in two civilisations: the one known as Hero kingdom, which is ruled by ‘heroes’, and the one named Vannais kingdom, controled by ‘villains’. Both nations hate each other and the fight between ‘heroes’ and ‘villains’ here is something that happens on a national level. The game is focused on lore, on character development and your own perception of reality: perhaps, your MC just wants to live a peaceful life... or maybe wants to save the world.

Or even rule it, if you’re into such things.

THINGS TO DO IN THIS DEMO:

Set off on a new adventure towards Neutral Lands, to meet a mythic creature of all answers - The Visionary.

Gather up to 3 companions to help you in your quest - befriend, romance or rival them, the choice is yours.

Buy a horse - we know you want one.

Fight, conjure, support, speak or think - choose your way of handling a tricky situation.

Explore the kingdom of Hero up to Menai's shore, in search for someone - or something - to aid you in your journey.

The DEMO version of the book runs up to Chapter 5 and contains 276K words overall. I will be putting up updated versions of the first chapters as I work my way through them, so expect the DEMO version to become a polished reflection of what the final book will look like!

USEFUL LINKS:

If you want to know a little more about this project and read chapters 1-5, I'll leave the link to the game here -> https://dashingdon.com/play/myimaginedcorner/scales-of-justice/mygame/

If you want to discuss anything on CoG's forum, I'll leave the link for SoJ here -> https://forum.choiceofgames.com/t/wip-scales-of-justice-new-project-announcement-and-demo-release/101088/16

If you want to send me a more extensive feedback, here's my email -> [email protected]

Any mistakes, concerns or questions you have, feel free to contact me through Tumblr! I am very excited to share this story with all of you, and I want to make it as good as possible with your help!

RO DESCRIPTIONS:

Shoren/Seile -> Heir to the Hero kingdom's throne, right where your journey starts. Also, your old friend who's very attached to you. Likes to read and practices magic, enjoys adventure and heroic deeds. A recognised “hero”, with blonde curly hair, pale skin and a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

Robert/Reina -> Order's Paladin, defender of Hero and Knight of Fate. Brave and honourable, determined to protect the people of the kingdom. Very loyal to friends and very dangerous as an enemy. Has short brown hair, tanned skin and an athletic build.

Valerius/Venis -> An Outworlder, who was caught by cultists from the Wicked Woods. Gracious, elegant and charismatic. Has long dark brown hair with a silver streak, olive skin and golden eyes.

Arion/Aria -> Leader of Vannais, a recognised “villain” who escaped from Hero and now rules the enemy kingdom. Serious, reserved but temperamental. Prefers action over words and so is always present on battlefields and amidst negotiations, even though never in official manner. Has short blonde hair, pale skin and emerald eyes.

#scales of justice #interactive story #full book release #book finished #thank you all #interactive if #hosted games

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darecruit · 6 months

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First season was FIRE! And I agree with everything you said. Then it became just a regular show... but the high school arc was bearable. I liked following Rachel's adventures in NY (but not so much about ND) but then it went downhill... Can you share if you already came up with something? I.e., what suggested information you decided to use, etc? Sorry for asking but I'm so damn excited about this story, haha. And in the meantime, I'm going to reread your other one-shots <3

I need a title still (title usually helps me with the story overall. If I don't have a title, I feel all over the place 😅. Seriously, I like legit have to get titles sorted for stories before anything else...it's a problem).

Also will need a title for the SERIES as a whole, too. I'm thinking something about New York, since that's where it's set.

As for the STORY, I think Rachel will be newly 13. Just in that stage where she thinks she's grown and is trying to not be seen as a little girl. She's little for her age, and smaller than all the other girls in her class (late birthday and all that). She hasn't started her period yet, has zero boobs to speak of (all her dancing probably doesn't help in that department at this age and she's so active. That makes a difference). So she wants to be seen as cool and grown up and she's used to being able to get away with much more with Aunt Cassie than she does with her mom. Maybe this is her second or third time in this more advanced class. The previous times she was her normal self and very attentive to the lesson and all. Does everything she's meant to. A group of girls are laughing and joking in the back, looking at videos on their phone. Maybe Rachel declines the first time they asked her to join them and maybe gets teased a bit? So the next class, she does join them. And then wants to prove she's cool and all. Cassie tells the kids off, tries to get them to focus. Rachel decides NOW is a good time to talk back to her aunt (no one knows Cassie is Rachel's "aunt" and so they're shocked and impressed). Cassie is pissed but isn't going to embarrass her in front of everyone. She makes some comment that she and R recognize for what it is but the rest just think R's gonna get a talking to after class. Cassie can be understanding about peer pressure and Rachel's desire to fit in. There are better ways to do that, etc. etc.

I will say, I've got other stories I'm working on at the moment. Unsure when this one will get its turn, but I do really like the ideas. I keep getting requests for Open Arms to be updated so I've got to try to do that. I still have Motherly Attentions and Bottoms Up left in limbo. Halloween is fast approaching and I've had Shelby and the Ghoul-friend stuck in my brain for literal YEARS. Plus I've got a fic exchange for a friend that isn't due until Christmas but I began writing because I'm nervous about it and didn't want to have to rush later. Working on the next installment of Daughters series (this one sans spanking? Focuses more on the relationships of all the characters). I have the start of two Little House stories, one super short Disney Ariel spanked by Triton thing going on....I'm basically the dude with the red string right now.....

#asks #glee fanfic #glee au #shelby #rachel #cassie #story idea #story ideas #so many WIPS #oneshots #one shot

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one-leaf-grimoire · 2 years

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Top ten things I want to see in Black Clover's final arc

Nobody asked for this but I'm SO excited to see where this arc goes but also. A little scared and unsure of WHERE it's going to go. But here's ten things I would like to see happen or be included, but of course this isn't like a formal "prediction" or anything.

PLEASE send me asks about your predictions/hopes for this arc as well as any thoughts on my list. I am rolling around on the floor full of ideas rn.

Massive Black Clover manga spoilers ahead!

10. The involvement of the Diamond Kingdom

The last we heard of the DK, it had been decimated by Zenon and the Spade Kingdom! I am so curious to see what happened to Mars and the rest, and would love to see the King of the DK for once. Maybe they will end up helping out Asta and the gang when they go up against Lucius.

9. The return of the Dark Triad

Well.. I guess they are a "tetrad" now. I hope Lucius has a plan to bring them back in some fashion, and I think this is likely based on their "undying body" plan. They may already HAVE undying bodies, so after the dust settles they may re-emerge!

8. Return of the elves/Elysia!

The elves had very little to do last arc so I want to see them back and relevant again. We also REALLY need more info about Elysia and the Dryad, because they were shown for 2 seconds and then never addressed again!

7. A proper explanation about... THAT

How did Lucius get in Julius's body? Does Lucius=Julius? Or is it a Patri/William situation? Is Julius a fake soul that had a mind of its own? What was the point of the swallowtail? How can Julius be Lucius if the Novachrono's are a noble family with a traceable bloodline? Does Julius=Astaroth? Did Astaroth make a contract with Lucius and THEN bodysnatch Julius? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON-

6. An "insurrection" or "banishment" storyline

I would love it if Lucius retained his position as Wizard King for his evil plan, then banishes or attempts to capture the heros. That way they would have to escape to another kingdom, or even to a country we haven't seen yet. This would be a great way to bring in the Diamond Kingdom!

5. The Earth Spirit

I would just like to see it. I'm sure it will be coming in this next arc! I'm so excited to see if it is contracted with a new character or with one of the characters that we already know. I feel like Mars might be a good pick, but maybe it is partnered with the Diamond King... I just think that would be neat.

4. Dwarves

Are they still around?? Where are they??? Will they ever be relevant other than Charmy? I hope so... I would like to see the main characters team up with them, maybe to hide from Lucius and plan their counterattack.

3. Lucius titty window

Loving the open shirt look. He needs to stay that way sorry.

2. Fuegoleon spirit dive

Yes. Just yes. I want to watch Cyril explode over this.

1. Please...

... just save Julius 😭😭 I don't care if he's stripped of his power at the end and gives his title to Asta or Yuno. I just want him safe. I feel like there's good evidence that he was never a bad guy, just a victim of the whole Lucius/Astaroth situation, so I can only hope that he comes out the other side of this series alive and well.

Fellow Julius Stans... stay strong. Enjoy the evil dilf while he's here. I know I will be 😈

#bc spoilers #black clover spoilers #black clover #julius novachrono #lucius zogratis #yami sukihiro #asta

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Miraculous Ladybug, Cat Noirs future

Miraculous Ladybug season 4 has definitely proven itself to be one very interesting season, every episode thus far has presented some major twist, plot reveal and has even set up a variety of small hidden problems capable of coming back to haunt the characters of the show. But of all the issues presented thus far within season 4, it appears one issue in particular has begun to circle around the miraculous fandom, causing an enormous amount of worry. The issue I am refereeing to is of course cat noirs sudden lack of assistance within the miraculous superhero team.

What exactly lead fans to feel this way? well, in the episode “lies”, we discover that after the events of “miracle queen”, cat noir had since been left alone for days at a time to watch over Paris with no word of ladybugs whereabouts

, of course we as the viewers know she is busy trying to maintain all her new responsibilities as guardian of the miracle box, but the fact that she never once bothered to consider informing cat noir of her sudden disappearance has left many to realize cat noir is once again being left out of the loop and is just as much in the dark as when ladybug kept Master Fu and the other superheroes identities a secret from him back in episode “syren”.

Despite ladybugs new found responsibilities, we see in “lies” that she does in fact wonder about what cat noir thinks of her now that she is the new guardian, when asked, cat noir simply states, “ if it doesn't change things between us, then I'm good with it”.

Despite the worry cat noir had about not being included within ladybugs life as much as he used to be, ladybug and him manage to reconnect with one another in the midst of their fight against truth seeker and lies, providing cat noir a moment of relief from his worry of wondering if ladybugs new guardian duties have left her to busy to ever consider his time necessary ...and yet despite this reconnection, many fans couldn't help but continue to feel worried for cat noir....especially after what ladybug did in “gang of secrets”.

In “gang of secrets”, after no longer being able to bare with the heavy responsibilities as both ladybug and guardian, Marinette finally breaks down and decides to reveal to Alya that she is ladybug!

Unfortunately, ever since this reveal occurred, ladybug has been shown to become more dependent on the abilities of other miraculous heroes to help her defeat a villain rather than have cat noir assist her as he normally does. Granted, its not her, nor cat noirs fault this keeps occurring, after all, the problems he and ladybug are facing in season 4 have become to difficult to resolve with their abilities alone, they need help! but its precisely this extra help which as made cat noir appear to many as inferior and unneeded within every akuma attack.

As this sudden pattern continued throughout season 4, some fans began to feel as if the show was leading up to a disaster similar to cat blanc, others felt the show was planning to have cat noir be replaced by Rena Rouge. Regardless of what some believe, if he does feel like he is being left behind and unneeded, its no surprise why he would feel this way, after all, its not the first time something like this has happened. Back in episode “syren” cat noir specifically states how much he hates having so many secrets revolving around his friendship with ladybug, he knows why she has to keep these secrets but it does not make him feel any better knowing she cant fully trust him, the one person who has stood by her through thick and thin!.

If this situation between him and ladybug is truly beginning to resurface then what could possibly happen to finally convince cat noir that no matter the number of changes and no matter how much ladybug is relying on new superheroes, he and ladybug will always be together and still have the close bond they always had before she became guardian? well...what if the answer was already hinted.

On June 22, 2021, Winny (aka a member of the miraculous staff), released to the public a teaser of a future episode within season 4 of Miraculous Ladybug series, the picture teased was something we had already seen before, it was a picture of ladybug holding the miracle box.

and yes, I understand we have seen this image hundreds of times already, it is after all the main picture pose used for ladybug in the season 4 title card.... however ! , judging by ladybugs body figure within the teaser image, many of us have since come to the realization that this teaser of ladybug holding the miracle box ....may actually be an image of ADULT ladybug holding the miracle box!

So then, what does this mean? it means season 4 may include an episode where ladybug and cat noir... meet their future selves!

Now, seeing future ladybug and cat noir has always been something many fans had been hoping for ever since we get our first glance at future ladybug and cat noir in “time tagger”...the only problem was... we only ever got to see their backs!

However, despite all the excitement over future ladybug and chat noirs possible appearance, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of impact they would cause in the past rather than just take the regular “oh look! their future selves are in the past!” type of storyline.

Well, If cat noir is truly feeling as if he is loosing his bond with ladybug then perhaps it was never ladybug who was meant to give him the closure he needed to know for sure he and ladybug would always be partners, perhaps this was always something he was meant to figure out on his own by talking to the one person who knew him better than ladybug... himself!

Bunnyx always said there was a time for everything and if cat noir and ladybug will really have the chance to meet their future selves, then perhaps it will finally be cat noirs time to receive the answer to the one question he has always wondered about since “Time tagger”, his future relationship with ladybug!

When bunnyx was first introduced she talks about having already remembered how her younger self would evidently meet her future self, well, odds are, future cat noir will have already been aware of the fact that he will also evidently meet his younger self.... except it wont just be to stop a villain....rather, it will be his time to provide the words of encouragement his younger self needed the moment in his life where he knew he felt the most unsure of his future with ladybug!

Where am I going with this? well, what if , just maybe, this one moment between both cat noirs.... is a moment meant to finally reveal to young cat noir how ladybug and him will always be together and fight alongside one another, not just as friends...but as husband and wife! I’d imagine this revelation would be one secret cat noir would be more than willing to keep to himself and look upon anytime he feels like he is being left behind, because no matter what changes may come, no matter how many new superheroes join their team and no matter how many struggles they may face, cat noir will at least be happy to know that he and ladybug will truly be together forever ....but hey!, that’s just a theory...a miraculous ladybug theory!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug theory #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #MLB #mlb season 4 #MLb s4 #ladybug and chat noir #ladybug and cat noir #Chat noir #cat noir #ladybug #marinette dupan chang #adrien agreste #ladrien #marichat

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