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wizkiddx · 3 years

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Heey, first of all yeeah to 500 followers!! You deserve them 🎉 I was wondering if you still do the celebration and could write something for #2 neck kisses with Tom. Thanks and have an awesome day 😊

so sorry but i completely lost this in my inbox so sorry its so late!!!! also this is kinda a Father’s Day one too (except im half a week too late but hey ho)

summary: soon to be dad!tom predicts your babies gender

kissing prompts 2 = neck kisses

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Your day had been a pretty mundane one. Just a typical Saturday of getting shit done - involving cleaning the bathrooms and then putting a wash on. It was a set of jobs you'd normally share with your fiance, except he had been out golfing all day.

To be fair, he had earned himself the day off. Ever since you'd found out you were pregnant - the boy had barely let you lift a finger. Especially after you'd passed the 24 weeks landmark, now that the baby bump wasn't so much a bump, and more a fucking volcano sprouting out your belly.

For once the British weather was actually pretty decent, meaning you opened all the patio windows to allow the ribbons of golden light to stream into your living room. In your own little world, you stood by the table and hung up baby grows on the airer. Yes, it was a bit early to be laundering the baby's clothes, but both you and Tom couldn't help yourselves. Last week, when you went shopping for Nikki's birthday - instead the both of you had got distracted by the newborn section.

Tom made a quiet entrance into the house, so much so you hadn't noticed the door open as you softly hummed an old Beatles tune whilst reaching for the following soft grey striped onepiece.

He hadn't been in the best mood when walking through the door. The round had not gone his way, he'd ended up 6 shots above his standard handicap whilst Harry had got his PB. Pissed was an understatement - Tom had turned down the pub after, which meant he was absolutely fuming. Instead, he just wanted to come home and have a shower and forget about everything.

All of that kind of melted away though, when he rounded the corner of the hallway - the sight stopping him dead in his tracks.

You, standing side on, your outline a silhouette to the evening sun filtering through the doors. The light effect made you look ethereal, as well as exaggerating your bump evermore. And then you were holding up this tiny looking babygrow in front of you. It was inexplicable but, at that moment, literally nothing else mattered to Tom.

Of course, you eventually caught him staring, a soft smile growing on your face after you'd turned to pick another baby grow up. All it took was that one look for all the tension in his body to fizzle away. Immediately Tom took the steps towards you, hugging you from the back and propping his chin on your shoulder, whilst his hands slipped under your bump.

"Thought you said it was too early to get the baby stuff ready?"? He whisper- chuckled, making you roll your eyes. Because it was his puppy dog eyes begging you to let him by the 12 babygrows the other weekend.

"Shhhhh would you just look how small they are!" You gestured as you shook out another damp babygrow in front of him.

"Just imagine…" Tom spoke very quietly as he reached round you to take the little onsie out of your hands. He then lifted up the hem of your cotton vest top, laying the outfit on your exposed belly. "Someday soon they'll be outside your stomach like this."

The action, of him holding the cotton fabric over your belly, had everything feeling a lot more real all of a sudden. You were seriously going to have a baby.

It made you let out a little gasp, which Tom only chuckled at, pressing himself closer against your back. "You only just realised that love?"

"No I- ooh" You were about to violently defend yourself from Tom's laughter, except you were distracted by a slightly uncomfortable pressure on your stomach. Instantly you moved your hand over Tom's and pressed down on the area, so Tom could feel the little butterfly kicking through the babygrow.

"I think baby likes her outfit" You giggled, whilst now it was Tom's turn to hold in an unconscious breath. He slowly pressed around the outline of the protruding limb, which your baby kept returning as if high-fiving him.

"Oh my god she just fist-bumped me!"

"Or he!!!" You laughed, shaking your head against the top of his.

"Nah it's a girl I can sense it." He whispered, though very much not concentrating on anything except the little game he played with the baby in your stomach.

"Spidey sense?"

"Nope… special dad instincts." This time he spoke against your jaw, before peppering your bone with short pecks. "Mhm…." Tom spoke as he worked his way downward, poking his nose in the crook of your neck "I love my girls so much."

"Or boy!" You indignantly interjected, earning you a huff from Tom as he stayed softly nipping the sensitive skin just above your collarbone.

He was attempting to get you lost in the feeling, and boy was it also it working. Letting your head loll to the side to give him better access, you exhaled deeply, bringing your right hand round the back of both of you to trail through his brown curls. He was still a little sweaty from spending all evening in the summer sun- which reminded you.

"How was golf, by the way?" All you received was a mumbled 'doesn't matter' back, which in itself answered your question very well.

"That means you lost?" Giggling at his schoolboy attitude to defeat, Tom groaned, then even harder when you spun in his hold, so now you were facing each other - his hands still holding the baby grow on your bump between the both of you. This way you could see him, and he wasn't ever able to hide anything when your innocent gaze was on him.

"-sn't my fault" He pouted, big brown eyes looking so profoundly at you that some might even find the intensity scary. "My club broke anyway, so it wasn't a fair game."

That made you cock your head to the side. Really? A club just spontaneously breaking? You'd seen the bank statements; you knew how bloody much Tom invested into his club collection. They definitely shouldn't e flimsy and snapping spontaneously at their price point.

"The club broke orrr you broke the club?"

"The club was involved in an unfortunate accident; a tree collided with it."

You had to laugh at how Tom explained how he had taken his anger out on a tree. Tom returned your humour with an eye roll - not much enjoying being caught out.

It didn't last long, though, as and harsh jab interrupted you with an 'ooof'. It came from inside you and even Tom winced at how hard the little munchkin inside you kicked your side, right over where Tom's hands were resting.

"I think that's baby's way of telling you off for having a temper tantrum." Once recovered, you had to grin again, rubbing the skin with Tom's hand to ease the subsiding ache.

"Is it not too early for her to realise exactly who's in charge?" He grumbled, referring to the fact that you both knew Tom was wrapped around yours and soon to be babies fingers.

"Or him!".

To shut you up, Tom finally gave you the welcome home kiss, still with his hands holding the babygrow on your bump. Excited, if terrified, to be yours and your baby's bitch boy for the rest of his life.

~~~~let me know what you think, recently been finding acc writing v difficult so sorry if this aint great~~~~~~

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saraforsnailqueen · 3 years

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Finally, content! Sorry for the long wait, I got school and it’s awful. Anywho, here’s something for my two favorite streamers. GeorgeNotFound and BadBoyHalo! Who would you like to see next!

ᗰᗴᗴTIᑎᘜ ᒪᑌᑕKIᗴᔕ/ᑭᒪᗩYᗴᖇᔕ ᖴᖇOᗰ Tᕼᗴ ᖴᗩᒪᒪ!

Includes: GeorgeNotFound, BadBoyHalo

Requested: No

Warnings: Slight mentioned injuries but not descriptive.

GEORGENOTFOUND

You quickly learned that stealing would be the only way to stay alive during the apocalypse.

You hated taking from homes and stores when you knew that someone once lived or worked there, when you knew someone else might need it more than you. Unfortunately, you didn’t have much of a choice. Where would you get food from if you didn’t take what you could? But it made you feel so greedy in a way, even though you knew that was stupid. You had to live somehow.

The apartment complex looked extremely inviting. You could see how nature had started to reclaim the building over time. It seemed more intact than most buildings in the area, maybe you could settle there for a while. It would have lots of supplies too, you won’t have to feel so guilty about taking from separate homes.

The apartment looked much better outside than it did inside. The floorboards were destroyed and nature had claimed most of the furniture. You didn’t let that stop you from escalating up the stairs, however. Even if a few steps were missing, it didn’t matter too much. They were mostly safe besides the occasional half-broken board. There were 6 rooms on each floor, most of which seemed ransacked already which was quite disappointing but you held your head high.

The higher you went, the more supplies that seemed to be around. However, there wasn’t much good food left. A few closed cans of soup here and there, but most everything else was rotten or molded over already. The amount of medicine made up for it though. With you having to constantly wander, sickness was quite common.

You had just made it up to the third to last floor. This was where nature had really taken over. You could see where plants had started to grow on the floor above you through the ceiling. Most people probably wouldn’t go up to that floor, which meant most supplies were probably up there. Part of you didn’t want to go up any more floors. After all, many poisonous plants had come alongside the mobs and monsters. You took a deep breath and began exploring the second to last floor.

The plants seemed to only be in one room, and as much as your mind screamed you not to, you were curious. So you took a slight peak in the room, not actually planning to go in. The plants seemed to sprout from one source that was close to the furthest wall, there seemed to be either a huge flower bud there. The plants were also all blue. You told yourself not to go in, you knew better than to go in, but you had seen a box of waters in the corner closest to the flower bud. You could probably just have found a water purifier from a store, you could have done anything else other than go near the flower, but you seemed to have forgotten what kinda world you were in as you carefully tiptoed across the room, trying your hardest to not disturb the plant life.

There were around 8 waters in the box, which made the trip seem worth it at the time. You put all of them in your bag before slinging it back over your shoulder. You only took one step when the flower bud began to open up. You watched in terror as the flower bloomed to reveal a male slowly sitting up in the middle. He had brown hair from what you could see, but then again that wasn’t much. He seemed to have mushrooms growing from his hair and he wore a brown cloak which you could see his tail sway as he rubbed his eyes. He looked around and made eye contact with you, as you both just stared at each other.

When you went into the plant infested room, the last thing you had suspected to happen was meeting a very tired mushroom man that came out of a flower. But fate had different plans.

BADBOYHALO

When the apocalypse had started, you thought that your life would end very quickly. After all, you weren’t very athletic and had almost no upper body strength. Yet, here you were in. Almost two years later, bandaging up an injured demon.

You had met him while rummaging through a store.

You had just made your way to an old town you didn’t recognize. Then again, you weren’t able to recognize much anymore with everything being mostly ruined and you having terrible eyesight. Most buildings had been overtaken by nature and eventually collapsed under the pressure of everything. You weren’t able to find much to eat during the apocalypse, besides stale bread and cold soup. Nothing you couldn’t handle, but still, it would be nice to have something else for once.

The store must have been looked through once because most of the canned soup was already gone, not that you minded much. The store had a lot of candy, noodles (they taste good uncooked, fight me.), and water. There wasn't much medical stuff either, just some bandage wrap and rubbing alcohol. It would do for a while, at least until you could get something better. You decided to grab duct tape as well.

You were heading to the drinks in the back to see if you could get something else besides water, just as a good job staying alive this long when you heard a loud crash and the sound a cat would make when it fell.

Your first response was to pull out a pistol from your backpack and slowly approach the sound. You had quickly learned that not everything in this apocalypse was out to kill you and your kind. One was the villagers. Very kind human looking creatures, yet also hard to find. Villagers made an array of sounds and it was somewhat believable that they would or could make that sound.

‘Definitely not a villager’, you decided when the sight of a player came into view. You only knew what it was from books you had come across from the villagers. They were dangerous to the villagers, so the thoughts of what they could do to humans were terrifying.

The player in front of you seemed to be some sort of demon. You couldn’t make out much of them due to their black clothes and black skin, but you were able to make a black and red cloak of sorts as well as a gray and black scarf. They had wings that seemed to be bleeding, however, you couldn’t be sure. Two sets of horns came out of their head while two tails waved from under the cloak. Ontop them was a movie rack that had tangled their tails and trapped their horns, as well as capture one of their legs.

It must have smelled you or heard you coming somehow because they turned their head in your direction as much as they could. He - as you observed - had more than 4 pairs of white eyes and… whiskers? He seemed almost ecstatic to see you, blabbing away in what may have been latin. His tails tried to sway more yet couldn’t due to the movie rack.

You carefully approached, putting your gun away as you noticed he wasn’t much of a danger. You crouched and observed his face while he continued to blab on and on. He had a cut on his cheek, but that was it for facial injuries. His wings had many tears and rips, however. You stood back up and walked to his side. He tried to turn his head towards you but couldn’t as his horns were held tight in place.

The first thing you needed to do was free his wings from the movie rack, which was much harder than it seemed to be. You were most concerned about the tails, which would wrap around your arm the best to their ability. You tried to communicate with him, saying he needed to stop moving his tails if he wanted help. All you got was a confused hum and him trying to move his head more which would strain his horns.

You looked around and came up with a plan as your eyes landed on some duct tape on a shelf. You left the player’s side for a moment to grab the tape which made him struggle more much to your disappointment. You walked back over to him and wrapped the ends of his tails together which most likely wouldn’t hold for long, but it would be enough. You carefully pulled his tails out of the rack, only leaving his horns and leg. As expected, his tails quickly tore through the tape after.

His leg was easy to release, but you had spent half an hour on his horns. He kept turning his head and it would put you back at square one. But you had managed. He seemed extremely grateful to be free from the rack, standing to his full height and bouncing on his feet. You noticed he had similar feet to a bird with only four claws with one in the back supporting him. You began looking over his wings which made him do the same. He caught some hair in his hand and carefully brushed his claws through the tangled mess.

What a strange day it would be.

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maxineswritingcenter · 3 years

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 25

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2005

It was the semi-finales for girl’s lacrosse. Miraculously, I was made captain as a freshman. Which meant, for some reason, people were offended and thought that I should be picked on more. Fact of the matter is that lacrosse is a game of strategy. Together; with the help of my teammates, we would play to win. Being captain wasn’t a choice, Finstock made me captain and the role was a big shoe to fill. But here we are, semi-finales.

As we made our way out to the play, I looked at the stands. Mom, Dad, Uncle Noah, Stiles, Scott on one end. Laura and Derek on the other side.

There were fifteen minutes left in the game, the score was tied. We needed to make one more goal to win and get to the finales. For this next play, I was face to face with the other team captain, waiting for the pearl to be thrown.

“You don’t deserve to be captain.” The girl glared, her eyes looked like they wanted to melt through my helmet and into my brain.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me. I worked my ass off for four years to be captain. What makes you so special?”

I blinked at her, a little confused as to where this hostility was coming from, “I’m just playing a game.”

“A real captain knows the lacrosse is more than a game.” She smirked, “When we win this, I’m getting a scholarship to So Cal, so why don’t you just do what freshman do best and lose.” On one hand I felt bad for her. She probably had parents that pushed and pushed for her to be the best. And I also felt bad because I knew we were gonna win.

The ref blew the whistle starting play. And everything was going according to plan. That was until I was passed the pearl. I ran with it, tossing it to another player. Meaning that it was completely unnecessary for me to be tackled and would be considered aggressive. But that didn’t stop the other captain from using her entire body to slam me into the ground. One minute I was standing and the next I had was on the ground. My chest felt tight, like I was straining to breathe. When I opened my eyes, I saw her face over mine, smirking down at me.

“HEY!” I heard Finstock’s booming voice, “Ref! Aren’t you gonna call that?!” No whistle, either the ref hadn’t seen it or he was allowing it. But Derek wasn’t allowing it. I heard multiple shouts and then watched the player who stood above me get shoved away, Derek replaced her. He knelt down, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Derek, what are you doing?” I groaned.

“Can you get up?” He asked, trying to help me sit up. I hissed at the movement.

Derek turned back to the bench, “Get a medic!” And only then did the whistle blow. The girl had given plenty of excuses, but they still gave her team a three minute penalty that made them lose the game. Looks like I had been right.

I was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with a concussion but I would be fine just in time for the finales. The whole time in the waiting room, in the room itself, and even when we got home, Derek had been right beside me, holding my hand.

I had grown to hate hospitals and everything about them since the last time I had been to one I had been stabbed. The gowns with the open backs that were way too open to the public. That smell that was a cross between cleaner and the latex and rubber of gloves. The beds that were as hard as a rock and were covered in paper that would crinkle and make noise even if you weren't moving. That apprehensiveness that would build up in your stomach every time you heard footsteps coming down the hallway.

Thankfully, I didn't have to go through any of that. Since I was a pregnant werewolf, going to the hospital in Beacon Hills was a definite no-no, so the next best option is Dr. Deaton, a veterinarian and a makeshift supernatural doctor. Not to mention a full blown druid in this day and age. But from what I've learned in the past couple years, old magic was very much alive.

I was sitting on the metal table used for the animals, swinging my legs back and forth, waiting for Deaton to come back from getting my medical records emailed to him by Melissa. He could have gotten them himself, he just figured it would be less illegal if he got them from a nurse.

Thoughts were racing through my head for no rhyme or reason. Since I became a werewolf, every scar or scratch on my body had become only a memory. My stab wound, the acid burns on my legs, the cuts on my face from being tortured all those months ago which really felt more like a lifetime. It had been a different life, a life fabricated through magic and spells. A life that almost didn't feel like mine anymore.

"Sorry, for the wait, (Y/N)." Deaton walked into the room, his eyes scanning over the stack of papers in his hands.

"You're alright, Doc." I smiled, leaning back on my hands, "So how am I looking?"

“Very pregnant.”

"Nothing gets past you, huh?” I smirked. To be fair, I was approaching the three and a half month mark. Deaton smiled, taking my vitals and a vial of blood.

“So I’ve been made aware that Mr. Hale is the father.” He said, pressing a cotton ball to my skin after removing the needle, “How's that going?"

“About as well as you can imagine.”

“So not at all?” He asked. I nodded, shrugging my shoulders.

"Everything looks normal," He smiled as he wrote everything down on his clipboard, "Just need to get a look at the little guy." He looked up, "You said it was a boy, right?" He asked, moving over to get the sonographer that I’m sure had never been used on a human before.

“Unless the baby’s sprouting a third arm. That'd be cool." I smiled, “But yeah, that’s what the ultrasound tech in Scotland said.”

He chuckled and shook his head, "Alright, lay back and lift your shirt up." I laid back on the table, lifting my shirt up. The jelly he put on my stomach was cold and reminded me of the goo that had encased Jackson when he was a lizard person. He moved the sensor over my stomach and looked into the monitor. Ultrasounds were usually a little hard to see anyway, just like a fancy warschak paintings. And the fetus? Kinda like a funky jellybean.

“There we are.” He grinned, “Little werewolf.”

Craning my neck, I looked up at him, "You can tell he's a werewolf?"

"No.” He took the monitor off, handing me a paper towel so I could wipe off my stomach, “But odds are since his parents are both werewolves, it would make sense that the child would be also. However, you had the dormant gene, maybe your child will too." He turned off the sonographer.

“Have any names picked out?”

"I have a few... I liked Jacob, which Derek hated because it was too ‘Twilight’. Then there's one other but I don't know about it." The name that Derek loved more than anything for some reason, "Nicholas." And damn was it good.

"What about Nicholas Jacob? Just use both of them."

"Or I could name him after Stiles" I smirked to myself, "Mieczyslaw Nicholas.”

"Maybe that would be a little too much."

“Stiles is a little too much.” I smiled to myself

"So Nicholas?" Sheriff looked at me from across the table, a cup of coffee in his hand. I hummed and nodded, sipping my hot cocoa.

"Nicholas?” He asked again.

"Mieczyslaw?" I raised my eyebrows at him.

He raised his eyebrows, "It was his mother's father's name."

“I remember Grandpa Mitch, trust me." I smiled, holding my mug in both hands, “I was thinking maybe Nicholas Noah.” I avoided looking in his eyes. Emotional talks were never really his strong suit, especially after Aunt Claudia. I wanted to honor him somehow.

He smiled, blinking a few times, “Sounds pretty good to me.” After a moment he asked: "What are you going to do now?"

I finished my drink and stood up to put it in the sink, "My plan, right now at least, is that I'm going to stay here to have the baby... Then...” I washed out the mug, “Then I'm not sure. I don't know if I want to go back to Scotland or stay here." He stood up as well and pulled me into his arms for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around him, blinking my own tears away.

Uncle Noah stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head, "Whatever your decision, I'll be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'll always, always be there for you."

My pajamas had taken a turn for the worst. No more t-shirts and shorts, it’s moo moos and nightgowns from now on. I pulled my night gown over my head, smoothing out the skirt. Did I look like I had raided a grandmother’s closet? Absolutely. I looked down at my stomach, rubbing my hand over my bump.

"Are you a little alien?" I smiled after a moment, listening deeply to his little heartbeat, “Nice.” I glanced over at my desk, then pulled back my blankets to get into bed. I stopped, my head snapping back towards the window where there were red eyes staring back at me.

Now, if this was two years ago I would be losing my mind over the fact that there were red eyes staring at me. But since I've gone through emotional Hell, I was feeling rather annoyed by some alpha that just thought they could mosey around my house, around my window, and around my goddamn personal space. I stalked over to the window and slammed it open.

"Listen, pal, you have about five seconds to get out my yard or I swear by all that is damnable, I will put you through so much pain that your great-grandchildren will be sore."

The eyes came closer, revealing a familiar crooked jaw, "Nice to see you too."

"You could have just come through the front door, ya know? If Stiles can make a spare key to your house, then he can make you one for his." Scott only looked at me seriously. It was like the kid from three months ago was gone and all there was left was a battle hardened man.

"Can I please come in?" I stepped away from the window, watching him crawl inside and stand up.

"I've been great, Scott, I've only been in Scotland for months, crying and wondering why none of my friends or family were contacting me. How have you been?" Was it petty? Absolutely, but the hormones were raging. Even if Derek told everyone to stop talking to me, what hold did he have over anyone when Scott was around?

"I'm sorry about that, I really am. But I came to-"

I cut him off, after finally connecting, "Who did you kill?"

“What?”

"To become an alpha, who did you take it from?"

"I didn't kill anyone!” He said in an exasperated voice, “Why does everyone ask that? Not killing people has been my thing since Peter bit me." He ran his hand through his shorter hair, it suit him.

It then dawned on me. The one thing that had little to no documentation of. Even the Lunar Circle had just the basics. It was the stuff of legend, a hear say. I didn't think it was possible.

"A true alpha." He stared at me for a second and blinked a couple times.

"You're a true alpha." I grinned, "Oh my god, Scott, this is unbelievable." I grabbed his shoulders and gave them a slight squeeze, "Tell me everything. I wanna know how it happened and what situation you were in. How were you feeling? Were you hurt? Was your body under so much stress that it just happened?”

Scott grabbed my hands and placed them by my sides, "(Y/N), maybe another time I came here for a reason."

"Oh, right, of course." Probably looking ridiculous, “What’s on your mind?”

"I really don't think it's safe for you here."

"Here we go agai-"

"Will you just listen to me before you start whining?" He growled. That certainly shut me up. I raised my eyebrows at him, but I guess I should hear him out. I motioned for him to continue.

"I'm not so much worried about you.” He said, “I know you can take care of yourself. I'm worried about..." He paused, "Uh..."

“Nicholas.”

"Yeah, I'm worried about Nicholas." He sat in my computer chair and leaned forward, "The pack we're facing don't care who they kill or why, all they want is to hurt us. You're my friend, (Y/N). I don't want anything to happen to you. And I don't want anything to happen to your kid. Please." He rolled forward and took my hands in his, "Please, go back to Scotland. I promise you, you won't be in the dark. You don't deserve to be left out. I'll call myself, and if not me, Stiles will. It's not safe for you.” I looked down, gnawing on my lip. Scott was right, he was completely right. It wasn't safe. I couldn't be a tough alpha when I had so much to live for. Keeping this kid safe is my top priority. As much as I wanted to stay home, it wasn’t safe.

"You'll tell me when it's safe to come back?"

"You have my word."

I sighed, looking up at him with a half-smile, "I may be stubborn as hell, but that doesn't mean I can't admit when someone's right. And you're right, Scott. I'll go."

He closed his eyes, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He dropped my hands and rolled back, "I'm so glad you agreed with my first speech, if you hadn't I would have been improvising for my life." He chuckled.

Shaking my head, I grinned at him, “It’s good to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you too.”

"So you're going back?" Uncle Noah looked over his coffee with tired eyes, spying my luggage that had only been unpacked for two days. It was a new day and another plane ride.

"It's not safe for me. It's not safe for any of you." I rested my head on his shoulder, "But I know that will never stop you from helping the ones you care about."

A small smile pulled at his lips, "You're way too good at reading me."

"Well, I've only known you my whole life."

He set down his coffee and hugged me tight, like this was the last time he would see me. I know he was worried about me and Stiles, it was in his nature. This was the best option for me. As much as I wanted to stay and fight. I couldn't fight if my child was kidnapped and hell knows what would happen to him.

Giving him one last squeeze, I pulled away, the honking outside meant that Stiles had pulled in and was ready to drop me off at the airport.

"I'll call you when I land. Or text you. Depends on the time." I kissed his cheek, "Bye Uncle Noah."

“Goodbye, sweetheart. Stay safe." I kissed his cheek. My head held high, I grabbed my bag and my rolling luggage and went out the door. Stiles grabbed my bags, opening the back of Roscoe to throw my luggage in. That was until a familiar black Camero pulled into the driveway, blocking Stiles in.

"God. Dammit." I muttered to myself. My life was just going swell, wasn't it? I looked down at my stomach and sighed. I felt the burn of acid reflux in my throat, my child showing obvious discomfort as well. Me too, little man. Me too.

There was no way around it, I couldn’t leave without talking with him. Not that I should have to begin with. I sucked.

Derek got out of the car, coming around quickly and standing in front of me.

“Derek, I don’t think you should be here.” Stiles stepped forward. Very sweet, but realistically Stiles wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing against Derek. They stared each other down, the air just filled with masculinity.

“Stiles...” I said, grabbing my bags, “If he wants to take me to the airport, let him.”

Stiles eyes widened, “You’re really giving him the time of day? Really?”

Sighing, I pulled Stiles into my arms and hugged him tightly. He hesitated, but hugged me back.

“I know that this seems like a bad idea, and most of my ideas are bad, but I got this. Trust me.” I smiled and kissed his cheek, “I love you.” He pulled away, looking between Derek and I.

“I love you too. Scott and I will let you know when it’s safe to come back.”

“You better.” I turned back to Derek, trying to keep up the attitude I had to keep Stiles at ease. I held out my bags. He took them without a word and we both started the trip to the airport. It was hard to get a read on him at the moment. He emotions were dull, nothing that stood out. He still looked as tense as ever. His brows were knitted together and his piercing green eyes looked hard.

“So...” He said after a while, “What are you going to do about...” He trailed off.

“Him?” I looked down at my stomach, “I’m just preparing and getting ready for him. I picked a name too. Nicholas.”

A small smile pulled at his lips, but he hid it, “Hmm.”

“Derek....” Now or never, “I just need to know why?”

He inhaled deeply, “I wish I could tell you. I don’t even remember it happening. Like I was under a spell and I couldn’t break out of it.” So he had experienced what I had when I was under Matt’s control. In this situation, in Beacon Hills, there was no reason not to believe him. His heart told me it was true.

“I’m sorry that I hit you.”

“I don’t blame you.” He glanced over at me, “If I felt the same thing you did, I would probably lose control too.”

“I’m tired of people taking advantage of you. If I see that bitch-” I hadn’t realized that my eyes had turned red.

“(Y/N)...” He reached over his right hand, placing it on my knee, “Calm down.” I took a deep breath and leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes. Just the simplest touch could calm me down and it was something that I missed.

“Nicholas, huh? I like it.”

Happiness welled up in my chest, “I sure hope so since you picked it.”

“I didn’t think you liked it.”

I sat back up and opened my eyes, “What are you talking about? I’ve always liked that name.”

“Riiiiight.”

By the time the conversation ended, we were at the airport. I reached for the handle to open the door when he reached over to stop me.

“I let you leave alone last time, I’m walking you in."

We got inside and checked in, the only thing left was for me to board. Maybe it was a good thing that he didn't take me to the airport last time, because now that he was here, I didn't want to leave him.

"How selfish would it be for me to ask you to drop your life here and come with me?" I leaned on his arm.

"Very. Trust me, the thought crossed my mind. I'm needed here. I have to be here for Cora."

I smiled slightly, "We're gonna get through this. Soon we'll be together again and we can have that big happy family that you deserve. That we deserve."

Derek sighed, resting his head on top of mine, "Is it cliche to hope that this all ends tomorrow?"

My smile faltered, "Don't believe in miracles, Derek."

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macgyvertape · 2 years

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FF14 ARR base campaign notes

My notes from ARR through pre-Heavensward patches, mostly for reference to myself of what happened since I’m playing very slowly with a friend, and marking story points I’m confused by since the lore for this game is overwhelmingly confusing. In hindsight this list might seem critical but I am having fun, and its kinda obvious what parts I found engaging. I welcome explanations for lore stuff I’m confused on.

Started playing the game b/c free trial and a lot of people I know who play Destiny 2 also play it, but I stopped right after unlocking chocobo because of how boring the story was.

Got back into it to play with a friend and people were telling me to stick with it saying early story is bad, but yikes it’s real bad/boring

All i know of the plot from fandom osmosis is people meming on catboi being shot in Shadowbringers, and being horny for the guy who shot him. This is apparently big spoilers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Really its a problem with Stakes/pacing: oh there's this big threat but now you gotta spend the next 5 hours or so doing a dumb fetch quest for the feast. Even the reveal that the feast is for you did not lessen my annoyance, since that took more than 1 gaming session

Points for them leaning into the angst with your organization getting wiped out first high point of the game for me

Time to go deal with racist snow elves for the next 4 hours, theyre obstructionist enough its really fucking annoying. I was catching up on the archer quest line at the same time and had to ask in a discord if all the elves were just assholes. Its definitely because I don’t know the lore that I found myself so frustrated: their anti-dragon dogma won’t matter if the Empire conquers the realm

Doing the lvl 40 dungeon for the first time, i like the "vote abandon" system a lot more than wow's /.vote kick. I’m at lvl 41 in bad gear and i keep telling the tank i can't heal their big pulls and struggling with boss fights because the mechanics are hard. After every time I die/wipe tank is voting to abandon activity, till at the final boss where we wipe the tank just quits, so then dps leaves too after trying to get us to vote abandon again

the 2 new people who join literally open with "who abandoned the sprouts!?" and help explain what we are doing wrong. In wow i would have been vote kicked 2-1, with my friend we were able to vote no on abandon instead of having to restart it

I think they lean too heavily on star trek references with this airship. Later Note: i think they lean too hard on pop culture references generally

Cid’s whole cutsene: another example of how totally lost i am with this lore

Y'shtola can titan bubble? I hope she and Yda are girlfriends

The voice acting is SO FUCKING STILTED

These lvl 49 & 50 9 person groups for big story moments are fun, i don’t have to sweat as healer

Soooo many cutscenes, sooo many credits.

I can tell the budget went up, characters have facial animations now

Ok that lvl 50 moogle king fight was very cute, no idea what to do in it so I just AOEd heals and enjoyed the atmosphere and music

The voice acting has gotten better, but its kind of weird how some random cutscenes are voiced and others aren't. Guess its based on how important they are

Think I spent over an hour crossing across maps to unlock hard versions of dungeons, and all the other lvl 50 unlocks. Would have been a lot worse without teleports and flying mount

Trachtoum, can’t believe this assholes back again

I do like this character building long plot where you help the refugees and defeat Primals. I like Y'shtola going “history is going to keep repeating itself if we just keep driving the beastmen to desperation then killing them to stop a primal”

Uuhhhh BIG YIKES, with the cultural appropriation Blue Mage questline, where the plot is a scummy dude goes to the “New World” to learn magic from characters that are visually coded to be Native Americans. Looking this up, seems like it's an issue that’s already been repeatedly discussed.

After not being able to play for 3 weeks due to Endwalker queue times, its confusing to return and have part of a plot about a politician manipulating sentiment around refugees to get access to some weapon tech then go fight another Primal and then set through a lore dump and overly cryptic Ascian cutscene

A nice person stranger invited me to a FC after giving some advice, wow didn’t realize housing was so big and complicated. I’m making the resolution to never get invested in that, I don’t even have a good house in ACNH

Why are we getting story with this dude Ilberd instead of the old bearded pope guy the audience was shown an ominous cutscene of

iceheart seems super based, like everyone’s criticizing her for laying with dragons, but the dragons pass the Harkness test I’d fuck one. All the stuff she’s talking about after the hard mode dungeon fight i just have no clue whats going on

Midgardsormr: both a corpse and alive? (is he the God-Emperor of dragons??) Talking about how he doesn’t forgive or forget, and I’m like ok I have no clue what’s going on other than the dragons seem to fight the Empire and the Ishtar elves? The dragon says he won’t harm me but removed the rainbow crystal group blessing?! We get a little baby midgardsormr minion??

So glad Moenbryda gives recaps like the pace of the story is so fucking slow and with so many sidetracks, I had tuned out somewhere around Ascians bad gotta build a special magic device to kill them. The game even does an almost 4th wall break acknowledging their recapping exposition

I like Moenbryda a lot but i cant not think how impractically short her outfit is, like it should be flashing everyone in combat

Ok i will give Nabriales points for grandstanding and the “enlighten” pun, but im so confused why this staff matters. Oh shit Moenbryda got 1 shot that sure raised the stakes. I’d be sadder about her death if she wasn’t introduced to be tragic when killed off same patch

This disembodied voice is G’raha Tia? Very curious to see his journey into the catboi who gets shot and the internet is also horny for. I see why, the archer outfit with the beefy arms, the mysterious entrance, the mismatched eyes, being a CATBOI

Ok so the instigator of the crystal tower questline is a Garlean named Nero, with a infamously historical name like that I’m sure this guy is gonna be a villain. Honestly time to be suspicious of anyone covering their eyes

Ok so red eyed people show up and are mysterious and we get backstory with G’raha, then its revealed they’re clones, then the plot just moves on. This is why I don’t fucking remember Nero or characters like him, too much shit happens in this game

Im increasingly amused that G’raha Tia’s heterochromia isn’t like a normal cat thing in this world but has a magic backstory. I think its a totally different experience playing this quest line and knowing its required because G’raha is in Shadowbringers vs playing it when this questline was released then years later being surprised at his return as a main character

I know someone’s supposed to be important when there’s a slow-mo body pan of them and their armor, which Estinien’s armor looks peak final fantasy bullshit. Apparently he wields the powers of dragons but that isn’t heretical?? Seems hypocritical

Steps of Faith dungeon was actually novel and fun, i spent most of my time as white mage doing damage

Glad the game warns me when there will be a lot of cutscene so i can get a snack. Teledji really is a scheming type villain, and damn I liked Ilberd :( that “it was me” moment goes hard in the cutscene

I’m very gay for Yda, her mask cracks then she goes to One Punch mode. Everyone’s so desperate to make a “I’ll hold them off” that I have to wonder if they would have succeeded better grouping up. I’d be more worried if I didn’t know they wouldn’t kill off any of these beloved characters offscreen since they played that hand once

Wow Haurchefant has a bro moment, using the snow elf xenophobia for our benefit

Ah what would it be without cryptic Ascian shit after the credits, I was wondering where Urianger was, I guess hanging out with the ascians

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Surprise Egg: 6/13: Adoption

They could’ve perhaps gone straight to Gramble and asked him to adopt the egg but while they were both reasonably sure he’d say ‘yes’ putting that kind of pressure on him wouldn’t have been fair. And it potentially would’ve gotten the town rumor mill going and even in a small town, rumors could get out of control very quickly. They could’ve also gone to each person individually and asked everyone but that was a lot of work and again letting that kind of news possibly spread around unsupervised wouldn’t be wise. So the best and easiest course of action was to gather everyone in town and tell them all at once, asking for volunteers while doing so.

Filbo, amazing and wonderful as always, volunteered to be the one to deliver the news without Buddy even having to ask him to. Which was doubly good because it freed them up to keep watch how everyone reacted and hopefully observe how judgmental they were all likely to be. Buddy had encountered enough hostility from others over expressing their desire to never have kids when it was merely hypothetical, such judgment was only bound to be much worse when there was an actual egg in the equation. They weren’t going to tolerate it if it arose, especially since Filbo had already expressed feeling guilty over the decision.

“As you guys already know, Buddy and I have an egg,” Filbo said as soon as everyone had gathered in the center of town. Given how unsure he’d been just a little while ago, his voice was impressively almost steady, for him anyway. “We had a talk about it after they woke up and we have decided that being parent isn’t a good fit for us and that we should uh… put the egg up for adoption. Which is where you guys come in since you’re the only ones here who could possibly adopt it. So uh… any volunteers?”

The look on most everyone’s face was surprise. As expected, the expressed desire to not be a parent was a rare thing, even more so when an egg had already been born. No one looked mad or offended right off the bat though, seemingly so anyway because Cromdo always looked kind of angry.

Gramble unsurprisingly was the first to step forward. He didn’t get a chance to speak though as Cromdo stepped forward too, cutting him off. “What kind of grump actually wants to give their child up and never see them again? That just don’t make sense.”

“Geez Cromdo,” Beffica cut in, “you seem awfully into this egg. First you’re giving Filbo advice on how to take care of it and now you’re offended he doesn’t want to. And you got that dad tie in your hut, I was sure it was for a scheme but now I’m starting to think it might not be.”

He turned to growl at her. “What are you doing snooping around my cabin? That tie and why I have it ain’t none of yours or anyone else’s business. But…” he snapped back around to face Buddy and Filbo again, “if you two assholes really don’t got what it takes to care for that egg, I’ll do it.”

“No!” Gramble finally spoke up. “I want it. I’ve always wanted an egg but uh… Just let me adopt it, okay?”

“Well if Gramble wants it then I do too,” Wiggle came in with her almost sing-songy tone. “Maybe taking care of a little one will be the exact thing my muse needs to get kicked into gear.”

“You two know I’d take better care of it then Cromdo,” Gramble said. “Especially with Wiggle’s help.”

To nobody’s surprise Cromdo had an objection to that. “Nuh-uh, you’re half-starved and Wiggle just said she wants to use the grumpling solely for inspiration so how could you two possibly do a good job raising a kid?”

“Uh… for what it’s worth,” Triffany cut in before Gramble or Wiggle could do more than gasp in offense, “me and Wamby just had a quick talk and we got experience with raising youngins, two of them in fact and they turned out great. We was thinking about having another but uh… waited a bit too long it seems. So we’d like to be considered for adopting the egg too please.”

“Heck, I volunteer also,” Beffica said, raising a paw.

“You? Really?” Cromdo said, almost as incredulous as Buddy felt.

“Yeah. It’s none of your business why, but I think having a little grumpling might be nice.” Ah, yeah, probably something to do with her expressed belief that she was always gonna end up alone if Buddy had to guess. “Especially since with so many others here who want it too, I’d probably have plenty of help taking care of them and stuff, right?”

“That’s a great idea Beff!” Filbo cut in, pointing at her. “Since all you guys want it, you can maybe all adopt it? And like take turns with it or something. It wouldn’t even be that hard to do with how everyone’s practically neighbours here. And that way Buddy and I don’t have to choose. And, there’s that ‘it takes a village to raise a child,’ saying. It’s probably true, right? So… if everyone’s cool with that…” he trialed off, opening his arms in a gesture for one of the potential adoptees to speak again.

“Well,” Wambus spoke up, “it’s your egg. If that’s how you and Buddy want us to do it then we could probably give it a go. It’d let me and Triffy continue focusing on our own stuff a lot too.”

Filbo turned to Buddy, the question on his face. Trying not to notice how everyone else was staring at them now too, they shrugged. “It can’t hurt, can it?”

Filbo turned back to face everyone else. “I guess that’s how we’re going to do it. You guys can figure out the specifics amongst yourselves, right?”

“Yep! And dibs on pouching the egg first.” Before she’d even finished speaking, Beffica was making her way over to Buddy. “Hey Bestie, I’ll take good care of them, I promise. I’ll make sure the others do too.”

“Thanks,” Buddy said as they handed the egg over with an internal sigh of relief. That had been surprisingly easy and quick to get taken care of and other than Cromdo no one had gotten openly angry at them. The whole thing was almost too good to be true.

As soon as it was safely in Beffica’s paws and before any of the others could get here, they turned and left. Fast walking away because they were done with all that and had important stuff to get back to.

“Wow, that went really well,” Filbo said as he fell into step with them.

“Yeah. No regrets, right?” Buddy certainly felt none.

“Uh… no actually. I still feel kind of bad about doing it or uh… wanting to do it I guess but… it’s a huge relief too.”

“Good.”

A few seconds later, they reached Filbo’s hut. Inside, they pulled their backpack up off the floor and opened it up to pull out Sprout. He seemed rather miffed about having been left in the dark for so long if his frantic skittering around against the walls of his buggy ball and agitated tone in his voice was anything to go by. They pushed him back into their pouch where he belonged, quieting him down immediately. Hmm… they were more attached to a strawberry with googly eyes than to their own egg. That was certainly a bit strange but it didn’t really matter, everyone was happier this way.

Next, they pulled out their camera and hung it around their neck. Then, after zipping the pack closed, they checked to make sure all their hunting equipment was firmly attached to it and that their notebook and recorder were safely in the side pocket before heaving it up onto their shoulders. They then turned to towards the exit where Filbo was standing watching them with a concerned expression on his face. Uh oh.

“You’re uh… not planning on heading out, are you?” he asked even though the way he was blocking the door made it pretty clear he already knew the answer and didn’t like it.

Buddy had to hold back a sigh at yet another delay. “I need to find the Snaxsquatch again and see if I can’t get it to communicate with me more.” And thank it for helping them out. “And I also need to hunt for food for everyone. And I still need to find Lizbert, remember? She’s kinda important for my story and your best friend so you should want me to find her as soon as possible.”

Filbo shifted his stance a bit so that he was blocking the door a bit more. “I do but… you literally gave birth yesterday. You need to rest.”

“I rested plenty already.” That had been the longest they’d slept perhaps in their whole life, especially if one didn’t count the half-awake state they’d been in when stumbling out to raid Wambus’ garden as being properly awake. “It was like midday yesterday when I went into labor and it’s past midday now. That’s like a whole twenty-four hours wasted already.” Not to mention all the time they’d wasted over the past few months because providing for the formation of the egg inside them had drained so much of their already sparse resources. Now that it was outof them, they could devote themself even more to finding Lizbert and completing their story.

Filbo’s frown deepened, making Buddy feel bad because they just wanted to make him happy. “Please. Just… for the rest of today. You can get back to work tomorrow after breakfast but… just take it easy for a little while longer.”

Buddy took a breath to insist on going out now because it was important. The story and finding Lizbert for her sake most of all but the sooner they finished, the sooner they could go home and eat real food again too. If they pushed hard enough, they could probably get Filbo to fold and let them go or perhaps he might firmly stand his ground for once, that’d be nice to see. But… they were still really tired and sore, their pelvis most of all but definitely they just hurt in general too. And they didn’t want to test Filbo’s newfound limits, not yet anyway, not right after the emotional conversation they’d just had about the egg and possibly breaking up over it. So… with a sigh they took their pack off and let it drop to the floor with a thump.

“Does this mean you’re not going out?” Filbo asked with hope and maybe a bit of pride in his voice.

“Yeah.” They put their precious camera away again, not bothering to hide the fact that they were unhappy about this. They reached down to pull Sprout out of their pouch too but… no, he got to stay just because. So instead they turned to look at Filbo again. “As soon as I’m up tomorrow morning, I’m heading out.”

“After breakfast.”

“No. I’ll eat breakfast while on the go.” It would give them an excuse to walk slow.

Filbo looked like he was going to protest but ultimately sighed and finally stepped away the door. “Okay, I guess that’s probably the best I can hope for, huh?”

“Yep.”

I'm allowed to dip into the same well of inspiration twice; half the town adopting the egg is inspired by the Adopted Egg AU. Conversations about that started up around the time I was getting close to writing this chapter and I liked it so half the town adopts it because that kind of thing is cute. Though, unlike the Adopted Egg AU, it doesn't eventually extend into everyone having a turn with the egg, only the group who spoke up have adopted it here.

Also, this was were the fic was supposed to end but it didn't feel complete yet especially with Buddy's instance on being like 'now that that's taken care of it's time for me to go run around and do stuff again' even though they'd just finished going through a surprise labor like 24 hours ago. So I continued writing until the physical fallout of the pregnancy and birth while they're so malnourished and stuff reach a conclusion as well.

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The Holy Quintet in Twisted Wonderland! (all 7 dorms - Part 3)

This is Sayaka’s reaction to the other dorms! Apologies for the delay. RL and work are starting to get real hectic again. Also, a big shoutout to @lionheartanotheraccount for brainstorming with me over at Discord and help me out a lot at fleshing this crossover. If any of you guys want to just talk and have fun about this crossover series, I’m more than happy to talk over at Discord!

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed Sayaka’s reaction!

Miki Sayaka & the other dorms (except Heartslabyul)

SAVANACLAW!

Sometimes when the gang needed to lay-low from Riddle’s anger, Sayaka, Ace and Deuce would hang out at the Savanaclaw dorm until curfew. Or until Cater and Trey come to pick them if they’re too loud and rowdy that Leona had to call the Heartslabyul seniors to deal with them.

Kyouko lets them chill in her room only if each of them bring a tribute (food or drinks) for her and then the four of them would spend hours playing and goofing off.

Jack would join them after his workouts or if he doesn’t have to help Ruggie attend Leona. The wolf boy helps restrain the four of them from doing anything too stupid or crazy most of the time (and if he can’t, he’ll begrudgingly help hide the evidences).

Sayaka’s personal favourite place to hang out at the Savanaclaw dorm is their lounge because of the small waterfall and pool of water, with some greeneries and tall cool shades scattered around. Perfect to laze about after a hard day of classes.

At first, the Savanaclaw students that often hang around the lounge felt restless at having an interloper intruding their territory. It’s only after Sayaka learn to be respectful and know her place as an outsider that they were comfortable with her. It helps that the boys of Savanaclaw dorm know just how close the Heartslabyul Knight is to their Savanaclaw Brawler.

Sayaka is just tomboyish enough that she reminds Jack of his littlest sister. Small yet always hard-working and spunky. Always trying her best, whether in classes or her magical training. Jack admires her for that.

Ruggie knows that nothing but shenanigans await him whenever he sees Sayaka bring Ace and Deuce to Kyouko. He finds her knight-like personalities amusing as more often than not, she seems to attract trouble. But after seeing her swordmanship and how she uses the water around her to fight, Ruggie suppose she’s often get out of trouble easily as she got into them. He could only hope that she won’t join Kyouko in trashing their stadium. Kyouko alone does tons of damage during her fits of anger.

Loud and noisy herbivore. That’s what Leona think of Sayaka. Sure she’s cute and all and could hold her ground against Kyouko (and probably a few of the Savanaclaw students to boot) in a fight, but the moment she starts sprouting her reason for fighting (to fight for the weak, for justice and etc), Leona just tunes her out.

When he laid it to her of the old and true principle of the wild - how the strong would always devour the weak - Sayaka’s reaction took him by surprise. He thought that the girl would bristle, argued back, but she was genuinely stunned before smiling fondly.

“Ne, I thought you were kinda of a jerk, Kingscholar-senpai. Always bully Bucchi-senpai, making him run after you. But you know what? I think I want to get to know you a lot more! So let’s hang out, Kingscholar-senpai!”

That... that did not go what Leona thought their conversation would.

From that day onwards, Sayaka would ‘annoyed’ Leona whenever she sees him. Calling and waving at him from across the courtyard, sitting beside him in the greenhouse when he’s trying to nap and etc. The best part is, no matter how hard Leona tries to chase her away, she would run with a stupid and happy grin on her face and come back the next day. Ruggie snickers but there was nothing that they could do about it.

In the end, Leona just lets her do whatever she wants. Just don’t bother him while he’s napping.

(Oh Leona, Kyouko sprout the same bullshit to Sayaka when they first met. And look where they are now! So be prepared to be tackled by a rumbustious Sayaka from now).

(Now Sayaka and Cheka will do their best to smother our poor lion boi with hugs. Leona does not appreciate this).

OCTAVINELLE!

The students that captivated Sayaka the most at NRC are actually those from Octavinelle. Her eyes shine in awe and delight when she saw a group of mermen for the first time ever during Swim practise.

(At this point, each girls already joined a club and for some reason that she couldn’t explain, Sayaka was drawn to the Swimming Club. That’s where she meet many Octavinelle students).

The way how they transform from human to their true form as soon as they hit the pool took her breath away. Their beautiful tails mesmerised her as they swim laps around the large pool.

(Homura looks constipated whenever Sayaka gushes about mermaids and etc, but Sayaka knows better than to ask what’s her deal is. She knows that the other girl would just shut her mouth if she asked anyway).

Despite her Heartslabyul seniors warned her about the Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader of Octavinelle (and a wild twin brother), Sayaka really wanted to see the inside of Octavinelle. She heard that their dorm is actually underwater!

She tried befriending some Octavinelle students, but with Ace and Deuce constantly at her sides, they tend to make a fuss or push them away; so what if the Octavinelle students can breathe underwater. They’re a lot cooler!

(Yes, these dumbasses would be jealous that Sayaka would want to befriend other boys not from their circle of first-year friends).

Her club members find her fascination with them adorable. She’s earnest with her questions, eager to learn about their cultures and the feelings would soon turn mutual.

At first, when Sayaka proved to not only them and herself that she could easily keep up with them underwater even when they’re in their true form, the Octavinelle students were surprised.

Slowly, Sayaka and the rest of the club members discover that she can also breathe underwater without the use of a potion when they were going through multiple laps in the pool! The guys were very eager to help her discover what else she could she do that involves water. Nessless to day that Sayaka is having a lot of fun in her club.

As her club members help her discover the extent of what her magic could do, rumours began to circulating around NRC that one of the girls is actually a mermaid. Heck, she could even fight using her swords underwater without a problem! The rumours soon reach the mermafia.

It was easy to figured out which girl that everyone is talking about since only one of them are in the Swimming Club.

Azul wanted to know if Sayaka’s Unique Magic involves the sea and water and if she could actually transform into a mermaid without using a potion. Perhaps that’s her Unique Magic. So he sends out the Leech Twins to befriend her.

Jade and Floyd approach her in the cafeteria while she was having lunch with Ace and Deuce. The two boys were immediately on guard when they sat down and boxed Sayaka between them. Jade broke the ice by telling her that they’re merfolks and heard her interest in learning more about life under the sea and the cultures of merfolks; he’s happy to teach her all he knows. Floyd sweeten his twin brother’s offer by inviting her to the Coral Sea so they could show her around. Sayaka didn’t hesitate to accept their offer, despite Ace and Deuce strongly tells her not to.

One day after they made the offer, the Leech Twins invite Sayaka to their dorm lounge where the three of them talk for hours (Sayaka it at awe over the decor of the dorm). Eventually, Azul join in on the conversation. Don’t worry, Ace and Deuce are there with her. Honestly, they grow bored of the conversation after 15 minutes, but they remain and did not interrrupt because Sayaka was having fun learning about the merfolks.

When they exhaust the conversation, Azul explains with a welcoming smile that now they indulge in her curiosity and questions, would Sayaka please do the same for them? It’s fair, after all.

It is only fair, Sayaka thinks. The guys have been very patience with her inquiries and Jade even made sure to always supply them with snacks and drinks throughout their conversation, so sure! Ask away!

They let Floyd ask first: this boy wanted to know if he and Sayaka can have a swimming race. Winner can squeeze the loser as long as they want. Thinking that squeeze = friendly hugs, Sayaka easily agreed.

The mermafia started off by asking easy questions first; what is her world like? Doesn’t it have creatures other than humans? Then they will start asking her about her life as a Magical Girl: How did she become a Magical Girl? Oh, she made a wish and for it to be granted, she needed to be a Magical Girl and fight Witches? That sounds interesting! Do tell them more.

It’s Ace who actually felt uncomfortable with Sayaka telling the mermafia about her magic and stuff. So while the mermafia and her are busy talking, Ace texted Kyouko. He told her where they are right now and what they were doing.

Sayaka was just about to explain what she knows about Soul Gems (and thank goodness that it isn’t a lot), when Kyouko suddenly calls her. She put her phone on mute and was about to continue with the conversation, but Kyouko insist in blowing up her phone until she picks up her call.

The mermafia could do nothing but wait for Sayaka to wrap up her call. Kyouko call and ask her and Adeuce to meet up with her at Savanaclaw. Right now. It’s important.

So with a heavy heart, Sayaka informed the mermafia that they have to go now. If they linger, Kyouko would definitely come to Octavinelle dorm. Azul knows that the Savanaclaw Brawler must’ve caught wind that Sayaka is with them right now so is trying to interfere. So he has to begrudgingly let her and her friend go, but he wasn’t too upset. Since they already became friends and establish a good rapport with her, Azul is certain that he can always ask her about her magic next time. Maybe when she’s alone.

SCARABIA!

After a particularly gruelling exam, Sayaka is in need for some serious heavy-duty distraction from stressing out over her grades and results. No matter how much Madoka tried to console her, Sayaka just can’t turn her anxiety off.

So Kalim’s invitation to his upcoming party come just at the right time! Not only that, he also invited all of her friends too so she’s looking forward to having fun with everyone.

(She’s not looking forward to mingled with Homura, though. She knows that the other girl would be there since the party will be at Scarabia but she’s not going to let Homura spoil her fun).

Sayaka is just giddy with excitement until the day of the party finally arrives. When she, Ace and Deuce appear at Scarabia for the first time, it takes them some time to get used to the hot weather and wind. Her eyes widen when nearly everyone in NRC have come for the party!

Madoka came with her Diasomnia group (she made sure to personally bring Kalim’s invitation and handed it to Malleus so he’s there with them. It’s hard to tell, but Malleus is very happy to be included for once). Kyouko with Leona, Ruggie and Jack (Leona got his ass up for once since Kalim’s feasts and banquets are something you can’t ever missed out on). Mami was accompined by the Pomefiore trio (Vil wants the first-year students to practise their etiquette and dining manners during parties and Rook never passed out on the opportunity to observe the Savanaclaw and Octavinelle students in a relaxed environment while their guards are down).

Even the Heartslabyul seniors later made their appearance. Soon enough, Cater is fluttering about, taking pictures of the food and drinks, decoration, students dancing and roped many people in for his selfies. Trey is sampling desserts from the Land of Hot Sands with a thoughtful expression; probably planning to try baking new desserts later. Riddle is there at a much quitter corner, talking to Vil. Both of them are sipping on the local teas from the Land of Hot Sands.

Food and drinks laden the tables in abundance. Music blared from everywhere, studens dance to the tune and their friends cheer them on. After having her fill of delicious food and sweet juice drinks, Sayaka couldn’t help but join in on the dance floor.

Kalim later join in too and uses his Oasis Maker to shower them all. Sayaka dances and manipulate the water, unintentionally creating a water show. This excites Kalim and he dances along with her. it was a spectacular sight and everyone loved it. She and Kalim were a sight to behold! Cater is snapping pictures and recording their dance for the internet to see.

The party continues to the evening but at this point, students are slowly trickling out; thanking Kalim and Jamil for such amazing party right after the exam. Looks like not just Sayaka needed something to melt the tension away. Madoka was the first one to leave with her dorm members (they’re planning to have a picnic in the morning and Sayaka and the rest are more than welcome to join), then it’s Kyouko with her Savanaclaw members (Leona sacrifice his nap for the party so he’s in some serious neep for some long hours of dozing) and soon after, Mami also left (the Pomefiore students need to head back to start their nightly skincare routine. Vil made sure none of his dorm students is left behind).

Throughout the party, Homura did made herself known. She sticks close by to Madoka but otherwise didn’t join in on their conversation too much and let the pink-haired girl mingle around with the rest of the students. It was a surprise to Sayaka that Homura didn’t watch over Madoka lika a hawk.

When Sayaka rejoin Ace and Deuce at the dining table, she spotted Homura talking to Kalim. Kalim had a big smile on his face but when she blinks, Homura vanishes and Kalim is left looking astound but then just scratch his head, clearly surprise that he’s suddenly is left standing alone. Sayaka would not stand for it. So she decide to eat later and console the Dorm Leader.

“Hey, don’t be sad, alright Al-Asim-san? Homura can be a real jerk and leave you hanging just like that. Even after you invite her to your party, too...”

“Eh?”

Kalim is suddenly taken aback at Sayaka’s harsh words. He wasn’t expecting for Sayaka to walk up to him like that.

Sayaka was actually trying to comfort Kalim but what she didn’t realise is that she nonchalantly and absentmindedly bad mouthed Homura in the process. And this was something that displeased Kalim.

Kalim then interrupted her; a rare frown on his face. He didn’t raise his voice, but ask Sayaka to stop insulting Homura. Before Sayaka could recover from her shock, Kalim went on to tell her that Homura is actually a nice girl but is having trouble expression herself and that there’s more to her than what she shows. While Kalim is on a tirade, clearly defensive over his dorm mate, Sayaka didn’t expect for him to feel so strongly over her.

Kalim explains that Homura actually help them out a lot in the kitchen and other preparations for the party. She even uses her magic to cut the entire process short, so the other Scarabia students wouldn’t have to spend so much time getting ready. Kalim readily admitted that he doesn’t exactly know how she does it, but the fact that she help Jamil and the rest without even asked already tells him everything he needs about her and to Kalim? That’s enough. And beside, she had came up to him to be excuse before vanshing.

Jamil smoothly join them (he was lingering nearby, instructing the other Scarabia students to begin cleaning up when he saw Kalim’s frown and that set him on alert) and addressed Kalim first. There was still some leftover food in the kitchen and he needs him to decide whether they put them away in the pantry or wrapped up the food to give them to the other dorms as gifts. Kalim snap to attention, smiling once more and went off to do as Jamil told him to. His previous frown already gone.

After the Dorm Leader left, Jamil broke Sayaka out of her stupor. Quietly, he made it clear whatever beef Sayaka has with Homura is none of his business. But as a Vice Dorm Leader and as someone who knows how it feel to be judge by ignorant people just because of their Unique Magic, Jamil chatise Sayaka for being being ignorant. One that he wouldn’t tolerate if she was his friend. If Sayaka treated him like how she treats Homura, then he will make sure that Sayaka will regret it and that she should be thankful that Homura is not like him. And with that, he left the girl alone with her thoughts.

Sayaka shivers at Jamil’s threat. His words plant the seed of doubts in her. Is Homura truly more than she seems? She’s silent when Riddle called for his dorm mates to follow him back to their place and throughout the night, Sayaka found herself unable to sleep because of what just happened.

All in all, the Scarabia duo intrigued her. Kalim and Jamil relationship dynamic is an odd one (Sayaka could see the similarity to Homura and Madoka friendship and that just weirded her out) but since Kalim harbour no ill feelings towards Sayaka after the party and Sayaka made sure to apologise to him for bad mouthing his dorm mate, these two actually get along. She, Kalim and Silver are the airheaded trio, much to the exasperation of Jamil.

Jamil does not consider Sayaka a friend, but tolerates her presence whenever she’s around Kalim and Sayaka is alright with that. She doesn’t think she could ever truly get used to someone like him and Homura. However, Jamil’s words (and threat) made her see Homura in a different light from that day onwards. Their relationship is still cold but her suspicion on Homura is lessen.

Kalim thinks that Sayaka is a kind hearted and amazing girl. He really enjoys dancing with her and despite how she insulted Homura, Kalim knew that she was just thinking of him. Wanting to make him feel better. It’s just a simple misunderstanding that’s all.

POMEFIORE!

Sayaka has no idea what she had unleash when she dances with Kalim under the shower of Oasis Maker during his party.

Not only did she and Kalim gain instant popularity in the world of the internet and wowed the students that attended the party with their watershow, their dance remain in the thoughts of a particular Dorm Leader who was looking for inspirations for his next fashion show.

So a few days after the party, Vil instruct Rook to capture Sayaka and bring her to him. Rook happily comply for his Queen.

It’s a Sunday afternoon and Sayaka - along with a couple of Heartslabyul NPCs - are tasked with trimming the rose hedges in the maze. Ace and Deuce had their own chores to do for the day with feeding the colourful hedgehogs and pink flamingoes.

(Even from the rose maze, Sayaka could hear Ace and Deuce shrieking from the distance and decided that nope. Not her problem this time.)

While she was doing the finishing touches and her dorm mates are watering the greenery, Rook suddenly pop out from behind the green wall she was attending. Needless to say that his sudden appearance made her scream. Hers are louder than Ace and Deuce’s.

Rook simply smile in amusement at her reaction. While Sayaka is desperately trying to calm her frighten and racing heart, he tips his hat and introduces himself as Pomefiore’s Vice Dorm Leader and an extrodionary hunter. He also unabashedly added that he also sees himself as Mami’s older brother.

That got Sayaka’s attention real quick.

This Magical Girl wanted to know just what kind of person that Mami would look up to as her older brother. Prey now baited, Rook kept his smile and told her that if she’s curious about him - just as much as he is curious about her - why don’t she follow him to Pomefiore?

(Oh Sayaka, you need to learn not to follow handsome boys to their place without knowing their true intentions. Ace and Deuce are gonna tear their hair out in frustration because of your ignorance).

When Sayaka agreed to follow him to Pomefiore since she’s done with her chores for the day, Rook decided to be a little extra. With a beaming smile, he scoop her up in his arms and chuckles when Sayaka immediately blushes. He ignored the other Heartslabyul students shouting at him to put their Knight down and leap off towards his dorm.

Sayaka felt like she was being carried by a tornado - albeit a gentle, handsome and charming tornado - when he finally put her back onto the ground as soon as they’re inside of Pomefiore. Her blush remains when Rook asks her if she’s alright. Never before had a boy ever treated her as if she was a princess. She prays that her heart remain strong if all the boys in Pomefiore are as prince-like as Rook.

“Ah, as expected of you Rook. You’ve brought Riddle’s Knight to me in perfect condition. Good job.”

“I always strive to live up to your expectation, my Roi de Poison”

There, waiting for them at the dorm lounge is Vil and Mami. Mami smile and greeted Sayaka, but since this is the first time that Sayaka witness Vil in all his glory and dorm uniform, she could only gape at the sight of the most beautiful man that she has ever seen.

Vil was not amused at her gawking like a goldfish, though he acknowledge and praise Sayaka for knowing true beauty when she sees one. While Sayaka is trying to recover from her blunder and flustered so adorably, he ushered her and Rook to join him at the couch. Mami patted the empty space beside her and Rook handed Sayaka a tea cup and Vil began to explain why he wanted her here.

Ever since Mami shown her Magical Girl dress to him and more and more of her friends are coming over to Pomefiore, Vil has been itching to put the girls on the runway with him.

(Vil didn’t notice it, but the word ‘runway’ nearly had Sayaka choke on her tea).

Vil continue to explain to both Sayaka and Mami that he had use his connections and contacted several well-known fashion designers and is preparing for this season fashion show, fully expecting to have the girls well trained to walk on the runway with him.

Sayaka felt like dying in the inside when the Dorm Leader showed them his sketch book. He had drawn Sayaka and the rest of the girls in various style of dressess and poses. Absolute gorgeous dressess, but Sayaka had never worn something as fancy as them!

She interrupted him, stating that despite her magical girl outfit, she’s a bit of a tomboy and is rough around the edges (her fighthing style can be as brutal as Kyouko’s) so she can’t possible pull off those dresses!

Vil scoffed and told her that he would trained her and the girls on how to walk and pose like a model. By the time the fashion show arrive, Sayaka would be as graceful as Mami.

Seeing Sayaka’s distress increasing, Mami suggest to give her some time to get used to Vil’s proposal as she had never done something like this before. It’s only natural that Sayaka is apprehensive of it.

(Bless Mami for shielding Sayaka from Vil’s attention. Rook is just smiling to himself throughout the conversation).

Soon enough, the Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader of Pomefiore left the girls alone as they need to attend to their duties. Sayaka thanked Mami for covering her. Despite how Vil appear to be completely otherworldly at their first meeting, Mami explain to Sayaka that although Vil can be quite harsh on them, all he wants is his dorm mates to be the best that they can be. Sayaka find that she couldn’t fault that kind of wish.

However, when Epel barged into the dorm lounge, angry that Vil demanded that he return to Pomefiore since he deemed that Epel had been spending too much time at Savanaclaw, he made it very clear to Sayaka how he feel about his Dorm Leader.

At the end of the day, Sayaka decide that despite how beautiful the students of Pomefiore are, having someone as Vil and Rook running the place suddenly makes Sayaka glad that Riddle and Trey are her Dorm Leader and Vice Dorm Leader. Despite the many rules of Heartslabyul, at least Riddle appreciate her effort in trying to keep up with them. Even when she mucks up half of the time.

After their proper meeting and observing her with her friends, Vil actually finds Sayaka’s idealistinc worldview troublesome. She��s naive, reckless and can be blunt (but at least she’s not at Kalim’s level so Vil thinks there’s hope for her to be brought down to reality without too much of a heartache). He also finds her pretty and firmly believes that he can push her to be beautiful and powerful. He likens her to an unpolished sapphire that oddly reminded Vil of the clearest blue sea and that hides horror underneath.

Rook actually always wanted to fight against a knight. A match between a hunter and a knight; he always wonder who would win. Fortunately for him, Sayaka humours his request for the occasional spar and is delighted to find that her fighting style is completely different from Mami. While Mami dances as she fight, Sayaka is direct, brutal and loves to throw multiple swords at him. His keen eyes once spotted that when the tip of his arrow graze her cheek and a line of blood trickle down, he merely blink once and the cut completely vanishes. By the end of the fight, Rook suspect that Sayaka’s magic might actually might involve healing. He can’t wait to observe her!

As for Epel, he gets along with her (since they’re all in the same gang despite coming from different dorms) and admire how she uses her sword to fight. Epel is just happy that Mami, Sayaka and Kyouko are willing to help him get stronger.

IGNIHYDE!

Sayaka was walking back to Heartslabyul once her classes were done for the day when she spotted someone skulking around the hallways. Now, normally she wouldn’t really notice a random student walking through the hallways but what caught her attention is that his hair was on fire!

This girl literally shriek, drop her books and bag on the floor and rush like mad to save this poor student.

Poor Idia Shroud shriek like a banshee when someone tackled him from behind, the both of them tumble onto the floor. He was manhandled and turned around so he could face the student who suddenly tackled him. Immediately his face turn red when it’s one of Homura’s friend. Not only that, it’s the Heartslabyul Knight herself. Idia bemoan internally; he knew he shouldn’t step out of his room today!

“Don’t worry, senpai! I’ll save you!”

“W-What!? Oh, please - g-get off me!”

Idia’s pitiful pleas fall on deaf ears, however. Sayaka is too busy glaring at the blue flames on this student’s head. She transform the ring on her finger into her Soul Gem and thrust it to Idia’s hair. The Dorm Leader could only yelp and gurgled when he’s suddenly being assaulted by a stream of rushing water, nearly drowning him.

10 minutes later, the aftermath of Sayaka’s ‘rescue’ attempt left an unconscious and bald Idia. Well, for about 5 seconds before blue flames blazes his head again. Cue Sayaka thrusting her Sould Gem to the flames again but this time, she was suddenly haul up and away from the prone Idia by Trey and Cater.

The two Heartslabyul seniors was at the right time and place to catch their junior suddenly high-tail away from the path to their dorm and towards Idia. Without hesitating or even questioning it, they quickly ran after her. It’s too bad that they weren’t quick enough to stop Sayaka from dousing Idia with water though.

Sayaka blink when she was suddenly haul away from Idia like a cat. When she tilt her head up to see that it was Trey looking so done with everything, she quickly said, “Clover-senpai! Clover-senpai, you have to let me go! That student is in danger! His head is on fire!”

Trey would’ve facepalm if he could. So instead, he patiently reply, “That’s actually his hair, Miki-chan. He never was in any danger.” Well, until you attacked him, but Trey is kind enough not to say that out loud.

“Huh?”

Despite the absurdity of the situation, Cater laugh and snap a quick selfie of himself and the unconscious and wet Idia before assuring Trey that he’ll take Idia to the infirmary.

As Sayaka, Trey and the rest of the students who were there to witnessed the spectacle, watch Cater dragged poor Idia off, Sayaka began to feel bad. So bad that her eyes began to watered a little.

“I... I didn’t know. I didn’t know, Clover-senpai! I thought he was hurt! I - ”

“Hey, hey, calm down Miki-chan. I know you meant well. Once Idia-san wake up, how about you go visit him and apologise, hmm?”

Sayaka eagerly nodded, loudly promising that she will do that as soon as Idia wakes up.

(To Trey, this is just like that time when Riddle Overblotted. Good God, is this girl gung-ho about helping people. He would need to sit down with Sayaka and try to talk to her into not jumping into conclusions first later. For the sake of the other students).

After that incident, poor Idia is a little afraid of Sayaka (despite how sincere her apologies are) even when Homura casually informed him that among them, Miki Sayaka is the weakest. Well, that day when she tackled him to the ground, it sure didn’t feel that she was weak!

Sayaka felt so bad that she would constantly barge into Ignihyde and ask if there’s anything she could do for Idia. She didn’t judge his hermit-style of living; she’s just too focus in making up to the Dorm Leader. In the end, Idia had her run errands for him (buying snacks, help him pass his notes to teachers and etc) just to get her to leave him and his dorm alone.

It took a long time for Idia to finally warm up to Sayaka. Her cheerful disposition is just too much for him to handle sometimes.

Ortho share the same wariness over Sayaka like his older brother. All he knows about her is the student who attacked his dear, older brother after all. Sayaka has her work cut out for her before the Shroud Brother could be comfortable with her.

As for Sayaka, after she patched up with the Shroud Brothers, she finds his hair actually amazing. Not only does she and Idia share the same hair coloured but his are actual flames! So cool! Maybe she can do the same too?

(Riddle sternly dissuade her from turning her hair into flames. Lighting your hair with fire is against the rule).

DIASOMNIA!

Sayaka’s first interaction with the Diasomnia gang is during Alchemy class. On that day, her partner is Sebek Zigvolt.

Their partnership started out fine. As Divus made his round in the lab, Sayaka steadily stir the potion in their cauldron while Sebek grab the require ingredients from the shelves. Everything started off alright.

Until a misunderstood occur. Sebek didn’t actually insulted Madoka’s shy and timid nature but his words can be quite harsh and Sayaka took it wrongly. So she stop stirring to confront of him, it quickly turn into an argument and voices were raised. With their voices raised, Sebek and Sayaka failed to hear Divus’ shout of warning.

They were too late to react when the cauldron somehow growl and then exploded the liquid all over Sebek, Sayaka and several students who were nearby. The consequences were immediate. Sebek and Sayaka’s voices are swampped and so of those who were caught in the crossfire.

Class was forced to end early because the professor had to check over the students that were doused by Sayaka and Sebek’s half-baked potion for any injuries or hamrful side effects. So far only their voices were swapped with their partners.

Then it’s detention for the two of them while Divus now have to brew an antidote.

(When words reach to their respective Dorm Leaders, Riddle was not amused that Sayaka landed herself in detention over something as silly as an argument and negligence. Though detention with Divus Crewel is enough of a punishment, so Riddle won’t punish her. Malleus just blink when Lilia told him that rigid and proper Sebek has detention because of an argument during his Alchemy class. It’s rare for Sebek to land himself in detention, so Malleus didn’t chatise him. Just told him to be careful next time. Cue Sebek crying in gratitude over his kind and wise lord. His crying woke Silver up from his nap).

Even though she shouldn’t, Madoka felt a little guilty that her friends has detention because of her. Lilia was quick to assure their Fairy that it’s totally not her fault. Sayaka and Sebek just had a bit too much fun that’s all!

Despite their initial meeting, the two actually bonded during detention (as punishment, they had to go into the woods to gather some herbs, flowers and other ingredients for Divus to replace the ones that were lost during the explosion).

Since Sebek is a lot more familiar with the floral and fauna of TW, Sayaka was more than OK at listening to his instructions and Sayaka surprised Sebek when she easily slice the sturdy tree barks that they needed with her sword. Slowly, the two learn more and more about each other.

(They’re too proud to apologise to one another though).

By the time they return to the Alchemy lab, hauling the ingredients behind their back, Sebek thought for a human, he can respect Sayaka as a fellow knight. He’s looking forward to crossing blades with her and he won’t hold anything back. As for Sayaka, she admires his devotion to his Dorm Leader and how couldn’t she, when he’s so passionate about serving him.

Through Sebek, Sayaka was then introduce to Silver and Lilia. There was a pair of white rabbits that were nibbling on some flowers at the courtyard and Sayaka followed them to Silver who was napping underneath a tree nearby. One of the rabbits placed a flower near his hair. Sayaka then realise that small animals were resting alongside him. Wanting to play with the animals, Sayaka made sure to be as quiet as possible as she petted the rabbits and chipmunks. Luckily they didn’t screech or bite her. In fact, they seem to tolerate her.

That’s how Lilia find them; Silver deeply asleep with Sayaka sitting beside him, happily amusing herself with the small animals that flocked to his son. Lilia surprised Sayaka by hanging upside down from the tree, thanking her for watching over Silver. Sayaka yelp but then blush; stammering out that she actually just wanted to play with the animals. Lilia smile and thanked her nonetheless.

Silver woke up when he heard her yelp. He didn’t expect that Sayaka would also flocked to him apart from the animals. Again, Sayaka blushes and told the two to stop teasing her. This made Lilia cackle and Silver frown in confusion. Lilia invites her to their dorm if she wants to see Madoka and Sayaka jumps on the offer. It’s been a while since they hang out, just the two of them, and look, she even has some leftover macaroons that Trey handed to the first-year students of Heartslabyul this morning.

Lilia enjoys being around Sayaka. She makes him feel younger; her youth, passion, sense of justice and etc. Lilia belives that she would grow to be an amazing woman in time. It’s also a good thing that their Fairy has someone like her as a good friend. She could definitely help boost Madoka’s self-esteem.

Silver doesn’t really have any problem with Sayaka. As a knight, he also asked if the two of them could spar sometime. Perhaps Sayaka could teach him how to combine his magic with his swordsmanship. She seems to be able to do it so effortlessly using water.

Sayaka only meet Malleus through Madoka. She offer to help Madoka search for her Dorm Leader when Lilia informed them that the Dorm Leaders and Vice Dorm Leaders will be having a meeting with the headmaster and teachers in less than 3 hours and Malleus is nowhere to be found in Diasomnia. Since Silver and Sebek are in the middle of their class, Madoka volunteered to look for him and Sayaka joined her.

It took them 2 hours to finally find Malleus wandering around the Ramshackle dorm. The moment Sayaka laid eyes on Malleus, she could sense his overwhelming presence and power. It’s made her hesitant. Seeing the wariness in her eyes, Malleus became dishearten. He had hoped that Madoka’s friends would be as fearless as her.

Fortunately with Madoka there, she helps to introduce one another. She even pressed close to Sayaka’s side and whisper that Malleus is actually very gentle and kind. Don’t be scared of his height. Sayaka whisper back that it’s not his height that took her off guard, but she bravely step forward and gave Malleus her most sincere smile.

This earn her a pleasantly surprise and fond smile from Malleus. When Madoka told him that he’s needed back at Diasomnia for a meeting, Malleus allows himself to be usher by these two girls. And what sight these 3 make! With Malleus in the middle and Sayaka and Madoka on his left and right, it feels almost Silver and Sebek are accompanying him. Plus, his ridiculously tall form dwarfed these tiny girls.

He enjoy listening to them talking about mundane, daily things and appreciate that Sayaka would pull him into the conversation by asking about his opinions and hobbies. It was nice being with her.

As for Sayaka, something in her finally vanishes when she personally witness just how attentive and gentle the Diasomnia gang treated Madoka. It makes her happy that her childhood friend is well looked after here.

Alright! And we’re done with Sayaka’s part! Next is Mami! On a related note, I’ll be posting an announcement regarding updates to my TW’s works tomorrow. I think I needed to do it so those who sticked around for this series knows what’s up.

#twisted wonderland #puella magi madoka magica #puella magi holy quintet #Holy Quintet in TW series #crossover

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Macarons and Chill

My first BakuCamie fic!! Hope you guys enjoy 🤗 Also cross posted on FF.N and AO3!

Summary: In which Bakugo and Camie try to make macarons in the midst of a global pandemic.

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“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kick you out of my goddamn apartment, woman.” Bakugo snarls as he nearly rips the door off its hinges.

Camie merely blinks, clearly nonplussed by his tone. “Chill, Bakubae. I’m not even inside yet. Were you trying to hide your porn stash?”

“Can’t you see I’m in the fucking middle of something?!” Bakugo ignores her obvious jibe.

It’s only then Camie registers his uncharacteristically disheveled appearance. Donned in a black tank top that was smeared with flour and an orange Ground Zero apron that hung haphazardly on his hips, Bakugo looks positively dripping with annoyance. His already unkempt hair is matted in several different directions and if Camie didn't know any better, she would say that whatever he was attempting to bake was currently besting him.

Despite the atmosphere of the room, Camie pushes her way around Bakugo and flounces into the living room. “Ojamashimasu!” She sings as she kicks off her shoes in a hurry and practically runs into the kitchen.

“Fuck me, right?” Bakugo mutters as he bends down to fix her shoes so that they were perfectly aligned. She had been appearing more times on his doorstep than he cared for during this whole quarantine bullshit yet still didn’t have the decency to pick up after herself. “Oi, get out the hell out of my kitchen before you ruin shit!”

Camie turns around, already tugging on a bubblegum pink apron that Bakugo definitely does not keep around just for her. She juts out her lower lip. “I'm just trying to help out my favorite next-door neighbor.” She peers over at the bowl of whipped meringue on the kitchen counter. “Macarons, Bakubro? Do you have a death wish or something? Those are like, mad hard to bake, even for you!”

Bakugo resists the urge to thump her on the head. Instead, he settled for aggressively whisking the meringue once more, nearly ripping the appliance in two. “As if I’m going to be shown up by some shitty wannabe sandwiches. Tch.”

“Ehhhh? Is that so?” Camie tip-toes to place her chin on the shoulder that wasn’t vigorously moving with his stirring. Bakugo tries to ignore how close her cheek is to his, the soft plush nearly grazing him. “Well, no doubt they’ll be totally delish when you’re done! Anything I can do to help?”

Bakugo smirks, a cocky grin splitting his face. “Fuck yeah they will be. Go pick out the food coloring.” As Camie sashays away happily (“These are totes gonna be the prettiest macarons bae!”), he tries not to let his eyes linger. It’s like Camie intentionally picks clothes that loves her as much as she loves herself, because they cling to her figure like glue.

Their relationship was… Complicated. After they both graduated high school, her a year before him, Bakugo had no intention of keeping contact with anybody, save for maybe shitty hair. What was the point? He knew he’d see his former idiots of classmates and peers eventually. They all entered the same fucking industry; if anything, he had a feeling he’d them too often. It was only by chance that he and Camie wound up at the same agency, and it was even more of a twisted fate that he had happened to be assigned to live one door down from her. Which meant slowly but surely, Camie Utsushimi forcibly wedged her and her love for K-Pop into his life (and his apartment).

He didn’t know why she was so adamant on getting to know him. At first, he had thought it was just out of the pure convenience of living so close. He figured she would lay off after shutting her out a couple times. But goddamn, this woman was persistent. When she wanted something, she sure as hell knew how to get it. And he still didn’t know what it was she wanted from him. He never knew what she was thinking, for better or for worse.

“You know what’d be lit? If you had edible glitter.” Camie sighs wistfully as she lines up the bottles of food coloring. Bakugo grimaces at the array of pinks and purples but doesn’t say anything.

“What the fuck for?” Bakugo huffs as turned the bowl upside down. A smug expression flits his face when nothing falls out, a testament to the stiff peaks of the frosting.

Camie stares at him as if he had sprouted a tail. “Hell-oh! To decorate the macarons?! Jeez Bakubae, it’s like you have no eye for pretty things in life. No wonder you haven’t asked me out on a date yet.”

Then there was that. There always seemed to be something simmering between them, and it pissed Bakugo off to no end that he couldn’t figure out what the hell it was. Irritation? Sexual tension? Both? He didn’t know when she was serious or joking when she said shit like that.

Bakugo snorts to cover his inner turmoil and sticks his hand out. Camie wordlessly passes him a small bottle of food coloring. Without even looking at the color, his hand steadies as he carefully squeezes the gel into the meringue – bright pink, he discovers. Gross. “I told you to stop calling me that.”

“You already know I’m not gonna. Am I not your type?” Camie twirls a strand of her fawn-colored hair around her finger pensively. “You’re gonna die a virgin if you don’t hop on the dating scene, you know. Such a waste of a handsome face.”

“Fuck you.” Bakugo snaps as he stirs to incorporate the color. His grip is tight around the rubber spatula. “As if you have it any better, hag. You should stop hanging around this apartment if you want to put your money where your mouth is.”

Camie sighs contemplatively. “The hero life really doesn’t allow any time for dating, huh? We sure have it rough.” She cracks her knuckles and grins. “Not that we can go on dates or anything during this quarantine. I’m lucky I have you to bother, Bakuboo!”

“Yeah, so lucky.” Bakugo mumbles sarcastically under his breath. “Gimme that bowl.”

“But like seriously, what is your type fam?” Camie asks. Bakugo dumps the dry ingredients and begins to macaronage. “For a while, I totally thought you and Deku were gonna get it on.”

“Fuck no. Weak ass Deku wouldn’t be able to handle me, I’d rock his shit.” Bakugo scoffs. Camie lets out a delighted peal of laughter at that. “Besides, I ain’t gay. Can’t speak for him though.”

Camie raises a brow. “You do know that Deku and Uraraka-san are like, def canon right?”

Bakugo hates how he knows what ‘canon’ means because of her. He grunts. “I don’t give a shit. Hand me that piping bag and a tray, quick.”

“Don’t be like that Bakubae,” Camie chides as she bends over to reach for the baking trays stashed inside his oven. He averts his eyes at the way she juts her hips and arches her back. “You noticed it too, right? All our peers are like, getting it on. I’m banking on Todomomo next.”

Bakugo works quickly to transfer the macaron batter into the piping bag. The bright pink is an eyesore and he frowns. “Like I said, I don’t give a shit.”

“You’re totes gonna care when your options dwindle down to no one.” Camie taps her nails against the counter. “And you’re already picky as it is.”

Bakugo scoffs again as he rips out a sheet of parchment paper. It tears through the air like a record scratch. “How would you know that? I haven’t said shit. For all you know, I could have a secret fetish.”

“Do you?” Camie’s voice heightens with interest. Bakugo glares at her, but the curiosity in her face doesn’t waver.

“No, you sicko. Even if I did, it’s not like I’d tell you.” Bakugo begins to pipe the macarons onto the parchment paper in earnest.

“Everyone has their kinks,” Camie sing-songs. She walks two fingers up Bakugo’s arm and he would smack her arm away if he wasn’t already preoccupied. If each macaron wasn’t exactly 1½-inches, he was going to lose his shit. “It’s only a matter of time until I find out yours, bae.”

Bakugo pipes the last macaron onto the tray and tosses the piping bag. It tumbles away on the counter, smearing pink meringue everywhere. Great. He pretends not to notice her hand still resting on his upper bicep and rolls his eyes. “Good luck with that.”

“I bet you’re really into the whole power dynamics thing.” Bakugo chokes and Camie removes her hand to place both on her hips. “Y’know, all that sub and dom stuff. Kind of a mild kink if you ask me. Personally, I’m down for whatevs but idk, I think I draw the line at tentacles, not that I judge –”

“Yeah well, luckily no one fucking asked.” Bakugo barks as he airs out the bubbles in the batter by repeatedly slamming the baking tray onto the counter. Camie yanks the tray out of his hands and begins to tap the tray much more gently. He scowls and crosses his arms. “You know an awful lot about kinks for someone who doesn’t get laid.”

Camie winks and leans forward. She purposely pushes her cleavage together so that it spills over, her up-and-down ministrations of bumping the tray against the counter making them jiggle. Bakugo stubbornly doesn’t give her the satisfaction of looking down and meets her gaze dead-on. “How do you know I’m not getting laid?”

Bakugo feels an uncomfortable twist in his chest, but the sudden anger that floods him is almost unbearable. Camie? Having a fuck buddy? The thought stamps a hot iron brand of jealousy in his stomach. What the fuck? In an instant, he sees a vision of another pair of arms wrapped around Camie’s tiny waist, kissing her, tousling her hair. A throb of possessiveness goes through him. It’s what makes him snap, “Yeah fucking right. Why the fuck are you here and not with him then?”

“I mean, we are kinda in the middle of a global pandemic.” Camie drawls. She pushes back from the macaron tray. She cocks a head and her eyes rake his face. The tension that normally simmers between them at a tolerable five has knocked its way up to an insufferable ten. “’Sides, even if I had one, I’d rather be here.”

Bakugo deflates but only slightly. The crease between his eyebrows deepen and the feelings of anger, jealousy, and irritation still make him see red. “So you don’t have one.” He says it like a statement of verification rather than a question.

“No,” Camie shakes her head. She sounds a bit breathless. “I don’t.”

In two strides, Bakugo has her pinned against the wall. Camie’s eyes are wide as she takes in his narrowed ones, zeroing in on her like prey. Her arms are locked above her head, held by Bakugo’s, and he leans dangerously close. Their noses graze and Camie barely has a second to register just how long his eyelashes are when their mouths fuse together. Bakugo isn’t gentle but he sure as hell is an amazing kisser – Camie has to hold back a chuckle. He totes has to be the best at everything, huh? He claims it all, tongue sweeping and staking hold of everything that’s hers. She can hear the subliminal message being conveyed. Mine. Mine. Mine. His hands are greedy, falling from her wrists to touching her everywhere, gripping, pulling, pinching. She scrapes her hands along the hard muscle, equally as needy and lets him take and take.

“Bakugo,” Camie finally manages to gasp as he trails down her neck, sucking, biting, kissing. She can feel her skin puckering under his assault. “The macarons –”

“Fuck ‘em.” He grunts. “They need to chill for an hour anyway.”

Sorry Todomomo, Camie thinks to herself as she grins wildly. Looks like Bakucamie’s beat you to the punch.

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Happy Birthday Tama! (Tamaki Amajiki birthday date)

Summary: 1.6k words, tamaki x (f) reader, a continuation of this. You invite Tamaki out for his birthday…duh!!

posting this now cause its ready. 🤗 happy birthday bb boy. 🎁🎈💕

“Hey Tama wait up! I have to ask you something!” You got a glimpse of the back of his head as he hurried through the halls, trying to avoid as many people as possible. He stopped and turned with a smile, when he heard you call out for him.

“Oh h-hey, Y/N…what’s up?” He was already blushing.

“Since tomorrow is your birthday, I was hoping you would want to do something with me… Ya’ know…after school?” Tamaki’s eyes went wide. It’s not that he wasn’t used to your company, by this point he definitely was, but just the thought of you wanting to do something for him, for his birthday…It was a tad nerve wracking.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to…but I wanted to do something special for you on your special day!"

Tamaki turned bright red. "I-I uhm…” He looked down and started to fiddle with his hands. “What d-did you h-have in mind?”

“Well, I was thinking we could go out to eat, to that new kaisendon restaurant downtown! And then maybe the aquarium?” You said that last bit as more of a question. You knew how shy he could be in large crowds. “I know it’s kinda weird after eating, well you know…but I figured you could get a lot of new ideas on how to use your quirk, by watching all the animals and stuff!”

“That sounds like a-a lot of fun.” Despite the shakiness in Tamaki’s voice, his face was pressed with a soft smile.

You glanced up at him through your eyelashes, soaking in his innocence. "Aww Tama, it will be! I asked Mirio if he wanted to tag along, but he said I can have you all to myself. I can’t wait, I think I’m more excited for your birthday than you are.“

The next day at school was a bit of a blur, your mind too pre-occupied to focus on anything but Tamaki and your plans. Before you knew it, you were both on your way to the restaurant. After a quick stroll through the city, you had arrived and somehow had managed to score the best booth in the place. The food was amazing, you both thoroughly enjoyed it, Tamaki especially. His cheeks flushed when you paid for his plate, but it was his birthday after all, and you insisted.

It was another short walk from the restaurant to the aquarium. This time you let Tamaki pay for himself. You already made him feel guilty enough with everything you had already done for him.

Once inside, your eyes immediately fixated on the very large exhibit just off of the lobby. You grabbed Tamaki’s hand and skipped straight over to it enthusiastically. You had gotten there just in time to watch the penguins get fed!

"Aww, look Tamaki! They’re so cute!”

The rest of your time was pretty much spent the same way… you grabbing his hand, pulling him to the next display that you were excited about, and him trying out new things with his quirk when the situation allowed. He had to admit he was having an amazing time with you. Going to the aquarium on a weekday was actually perfect. It wasn’t near as crowded as it usually was, and he was able to relax a bit. You both bopped back and forth, from exhibit to exhibit, reading all the tidbits of information written about the different creatures, and observing their habits.

The two of you finally got to a long tunnel, which ran through the main display tank. It was filled with sea turtles, sharks, sting ray's…all kinds of colorful fish, all swimming peacefully around you. As much as this was supposed to be for Tamaki, you were having a great time too. You felt a little selfish enjoying yourself that much. Tamaki looked beautiful under the glow of the water, and little did you know he was thinking the same thing about you.

The tunnel had finally opened up into a touch tank. Tamaki turned his fingers into little tiny tentacles to play with the starfish, and you were watching all the shrimp feel around the tank with their little antennae. The description said that they could use them for depth perception, as well as to smell or taste.

“Hmmm! I bet you could do that! We just had shrimp!” You pointed down to them, then looked back over to Tamaki who had now sprouted antennae from his head. Absolutely adorable.

“What am I supposed to do with them?”

“Well it says you can taste, or smell.”

His little antennae twitched forward towards you. You giggled as they got closer and started to feel around your face and head.

“Uhm, coconut?” Tamaki said questioningly. His tickling appendages had made their way into your hair.

“Oh! That’s my shampoo!”

“It smells really good….” His eyes started to drift shut, he was seemingly getting lost in your scent. His antennae continued their mission, inching down feeling around the rest of your face. One landed on your lips, the second right behind it. He opened his eyes, and blushed when he realized where he had been touching. He disabled his quirk, and his tickling teasers retreated.

“They just taste…uhm… r-really sweet.”

“It’s my lip balm! It’s made out of sugar” You both giggled and continued to the next tank. He was entranced by the show the clown fish was putting on when you interrupted.

“Hey Tamaki…how do you think shrimps kiss? They don’t really have lips to do it, huh?”

He looked over to you and thought for a minute. “Maybe with their little feelies?” He shot his hands up to where his antennae were just moments before, and wiggled his fingers at you.

“So does that mean you shrimp kissed me?” You replied with a giggle.

He blushed…hard. If he wasn’t so comfortable around you, his face would definitely be glued to the wall. Really, the first kiss he shared with you had to be as a shrimp? He would never live this down.

After the two of you took some selfies under the lights of the bioluminescent jellyfish, it was time to head out. On the way out the door, you insisted Tamaki wait in the gift shop, while you went to the bathroom. It was all, of course, an excuse. You watched from a distance as he looked through all the typical gift shop goodies. He made his way over to the plushies, and stopped when he got to one in particular. Reaching out, he ran his hand through the little tuft of fur sitting on the top of its head. He smiled, but continued on nonetheless. You snuck off and bought it, sneaking it into your bag before he could see you.

By the time the two of you walked back to the dorms, it was already dark. You grabbed for his hand instinctively and he jumped a bit, he didn’t pull away from your touch though.

“Oh, I’ve kind of been doing that all night, huh? Sorry.”

“N-no! I-i don’t mind, it’s been n-nice. I actually uhm….” He paused for a moment. You used his silence as a chance to glance over at him, in an attempt to read his facial expressions.

“Hmm…wouldn’t mind if…” No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t mumble out the words. He picked up your hands and intertwined his fingers. He could have sworn you could hear his heart beat booming in his chest. You leaned in closer to him, and continued on your walk very satisfied with the night the two of you shared. Along the way, the two of you took the opportunity to stare up at the beautiful night sky. There was not a cloud in sight, which made for a perfect stargazing experience. A couple of shooting stars later, and U.A was visible off in the distance.

Knowing the night was coming to an end, Tamaki decided tell you how much he appreciated everything you had planned for him. “Thank you so much, for everything today. I had a really great time.” He was proud of himself…he didn’t even stutter once!

“I’m glad you got to try new things out with your quirk! It was really awesome Tama… I can’t wait to see you in action.” You pulled him in for a tight hug, making sure he couldn’t peek at what you were about to pull out of your bag.

“I actually have one more thing for you, before today is over…” You slowly released him, and brought the cute purple octopus plushie up to his hands for him to grab. "Happy Birthday Tama.”

His jaw dropped, and he was left speechless. After hugging both you, and the plushie for a while, he was finally able muster up the courage and formulate a sentence.

“Uhm, tonight was….p-perfect…. I-it really was. Spending time with you has been a-amazing.”

“I’m glad you got everything you wished for, Tamaki.”

“Y-yeah….everything but one thing.” He tilted your chin up with his hand, making it so you were looking up straight at him.

You pouted. “What didn’t you get?”

“A kiss…a r-real one…. Not one as a shrimp…” His eyes focused on the ground until you stood up on your tip toes to reclaim his loving gaze, and capture his lips for a sweet kiss.

It’s safe to say, Tamaki got everything he wished for that night…maybe even a little more. He was truly happy that he was able to spend his birthday with you.

( the whole night, not just the part that was shared under the stars. )

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01/20/2021 DAB Transcript

Genesis 41:17-42:17, Matthew 13:24-46, Psalms 18:1-15, Proverbs 4:1-6

Today is the 20th day of January. Wow, it's the 20th day of January already? Wow! So, we are two thirds of the way through the first month of the year. It shouldn't be a surprise. We've done it day by day step-by-step, but sometimes you’re just like wow! It was like Christmas 10 minutes ago but here we are it’s the 20th of January and we are well on our way in establishing this rhythm of the year on this journey through the Scriptures. So, let's dive into the book of Genesis, which is where we are in the Old Testament. We are with Joseph. And we have seen Joseph, a young, good-looking, well-built man trafficked into slavery by his own family, accused of inappropriate activity toward his master's wife, thrown into a dungeon and forgotten. And now he's been summoned before Pharaoh because Pharaoh has had a dream. So, Joseph finally gets a bath and finally gets to shave and he's before Pharaoh. Pharaoh's telling him, “I hear…I hear you can interpret dreams.” And Joseph's like, “I can't really do anything, but God can give you what you want.” And that is where we find ourselves. We’re reading from the New International Version this week. Today Genesis chapter 41 verse 17 through 42 verse 17.

Commentary:

Okay. So, on any given day there’s any number of things that we could be talking about, but let's just try to recount what we read today, beginning with Proverbs and the understanding that the Proverbs are continuing to call out of the pages of the Bible that wisdom is the thing to go for. Like wisdom is the one thing to gain or achieve. Get it above all other things. And if you have wisdom and are wise any of the other things that you're after can be achieved and can be attained through wisdom or the wisdom will show us that that thing isn't even worth spending our energy in trying to attain. We will know. But if all we do is live reactionary lives from thing to thing to thing just trying to achieve the next commercial thing that's being sold to us and we ignore wisdom in our lives then…well…then it leads to destruction of our lives, the dismantling systematically piece by piece of…of our existence until we are shaking our heads going, “what’s happened? What's going on here?” And we realize then if we’re honest and looking for the truth that we have followed the path of foolishness and it has led right where the path of foolishness goes. Even if that's who we are, like even if that's where you are right now, at the bottom, just one rung above the bottom because you started to try to dig out January 1st and you’re one wrung up the ladder now, this is still true. We can start to seek wisdom at any point no matter what is going on. And if we will follow the path of wisdom and continue to live in wisdom day after day step-by-step, we will…we will navigate out of this. It is possible. We have to do what we know is right, slow down enough to look for the story behind the story, right? The true story, the one Jesus is talking about. And that's as good as a…well…let’s just work backwards.

Let’s go to Matthew where Jesus tells a number of parables, a number of wisdom teaching parables. Because Jesus was often known as a wisdom teacher, right? The same wisdom we’re talking about in Proverbs. Jesus is teaching wisdom. And what He's doing in particular today is giving us a way to understand how the kingdom of heaven that we have always thought was something that was yet to come, how that we realize that it is already here and that is already happening, and it is preserving everything and we can participate in it, but we need eyes to see and ears to hear. We need to be able to see what is true instead of what is curated. We need to live what is true instead of falsely curating and presenting who we are. And then we begin to see. And, so, Jesus gives one particular parable. A man sowed good seed in his field, right? So, this is a plowed field ready for planting and then it's planted ready to go. An enemy comes in and sows weeds. Can't figure this out until everything starts to sprout and then it's seen that there's weeds everywhere among the wheat. This is a wisdom parable from Jesus to show us the state of things as they are. This is the world we live in. The weeds and the wheat are being allowed to grow together. This is God's mercy, but in the end, the weeds will be pulled up at harvest. And, so, the obvious question coming from this parable is, “are you wheat or are you weeds?” Some important things for us to consider today.

And then we move back to Genesis we continue the story of Joseph and there’s not…I mean…we just read the story. Joseph's brothers have come, and they have bowed down to him fulfilling this dream that he had when he was 17. Let's remember that Joseph wasn't in Pharaoh's service according to the Bible until he was 30, 13 years after he had been trafficked into slavery by his brothers. It took 13 years before he came into Pharaoh's service. Another seven years went by in prosperity, and now we are in the season of famine, probably a couple years into famine. Joseph lost his childhood and spent his young adulthood in a dungeon. Like we said yesterday, he had every right to his bitterness and his depression and all of the things that would bring him down as if he had been cursed personally by God. It's just that, that's not in this story. And that's the point. That's not in this story. Joseph…Joseph knew what had happened to him was unjust. He didn't blame God for it though. He held onto God as the only hope of ever getting anywhere else. That is a sharp contrast to the way that we normally behave because the second we face something that we have to endure is usually the time that we just throw up our hands and go, “God's not there for me.” And all of the things that we say, maybe we could take a cue from Joseph or maybe we could take a cue from wisdom or maybe we could take a cue from Jesus teaching wisdom. God loves us. That's not what's going on here. And somehow Joseph was able to hold on, hold on and believe that God was his hope and that one day…one day this story would right itself. Now Joseph's brothers are before him and he's making accusations that they’re spies, and they are incarcerated. So, what's gonna happen here? Is Joseph gonna get his revenge? Because he's got them in his power now and they don't know who he is. What’s gonna happen? That is a story to continue tomorrow.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word. We thank You for the opportunity to come into Your presence and to come into each other's presence and to just come around what we call the Global Campfire, this oasis, this calm serene place where we can focus our attention on what is really going to matter, that those things can get within us and change our perspective about all the things that we have to do. And, so, we thank You for encouraging us. Again, wisdom above all else, wisdom. Because wisdom will give us eyes to see and ears to hear. Come Holy Spirit we pray. Lead us into all truth as You promised. We ask this in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Hello Daily Audio Bible family my name is Sarah, and I am from London England. I've been listening to Daily Audio Bible since 2017 and it has been a blessing, but I haven't always followed it through. It's been on and off. And this year I have decided that I will definitely want to seek God more and just to be consistent and, you know, follow the Bible through and really getting to know God on a deeper level. I was raised in a Christian household and I…my relationship with God hasn't always been strong. It's always been quite lukewarm. And back in 2009 I…I heard from God during my quiet time and the word that He revealed to me was consecrate. And back then I had never heard of the word and I even had to go into a dictionary to find out what the word was. So, after I found out what the word was consecration, you know, I really wanted to get close to God but there's load…loads and loads of distractions in my life and I haven't really had the opportunity to really seek God wholeheartedly. And since then, I have been through a lot of challenges that I look back and think that maybe I should have, you know, consecrated then I would have never…I would have never have gone through what I've gone through. So, I want to just ask for prayer. I want to just ask for prayer for God, you know, for God to…to draw closer to God. And also to…just to…you know…for all the distractions to be taken away because every time that I want to draw close to God distractions always come in and I never seem to fulfill that. So, I just wanted to ask for prayer for that. God bless you all thank you. Bye now.

Good morning DABbers this is Shaw from Oaktown Orlando FL. I usually don't call in, but I was inspired by Tonja with a J from South Florida that you finished the Bible last year. You know, I've been listening to DAB for a few years now and I haven't gotten through a whole year. You know, I got through most of it and missed some days, but you've really inspired me to focus and…and make it through. You know, there's other areas of life that I've really focused in and I've been successful. And I’m like, “why not this one?” So, I appreciate your excitement, I appreciate the energy, and I'm going to finish the Bible this year. I'm making that, you know, my…my goal. So, right now I'm on day 10 but I'm catching up. This morning I'm taking some time to catch up and I just really appreciate your inspiration. Brian, Jill, you guys are amazing. Appreciate everything that you do. You know, it’s so good to be able to…I do this in the morning…to just listen and get the goodness of the Spirit and just connect with the Lord in the morning just to get your day started off right. So, again I appreciate everything that each and every one of you do. You know, I listen to all these recordings and I'm just so inspired by, you know, the movement that everybody has, the changes in the life and everybody just praying for each other. So, I'm praying for each and every one of you. Know that. I love you. God bless. And we’ll talk to you soon. Signing out. Shaw from Oaktown Orlando Florida.

We are all reflections no matter what you say or do and most of the times we tend to reflect those things in our hearts that we believe to be true even though the scriptures warn us that the heart is deceitfully wicked and very easily misled the scriptures also advise us to pay very close attention to those things upon which our heart is being fed because out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks and our words become the reflections of those things our heart seeks how much influence does social media exert on the things that you do and say how much time do you spend on the Internet in the course of a normal day how much time do you spend reading God's word how much time do you actually spend each day in prayer our actions are the outer manifestations of whatever is internally there are you reflecting God when you open your mouth to speak or are your actions more self-serving reflecting passions and desires that run deep because it's nice to receive love and praise from the world and our peers but that's too fades just like the passing of years and only that that you do for Christ has the power to last social morays and fads all eventually pass proverbs says that gossip tastes sweet when you first take it in but it turns into a poison once it gets deep down within that's why it's so important to feed daily on God's word and prayer and not be so quick to ingest and repeat those things from the Internet that people are so eager to share pray for God's Holy Spirit to lead you to all that's true and try to be an accurate reflection of Christ and all that you say and do

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Hi this is Tara in Los Angeles and I'm calling to pray for Jeremy in South Oregon. Lord Jesus I just lift my brother up to You. He has cancer and he is looking at going to Hospice soon. And I just pray Your peace and Your love over him. And I know that the nights can be scary and feel lonely and sadness can be overwhelming sometimes. And Lord Jesus I just to ask that he would feel Your peace and Your love just wash over him in just a physical way and that he will just know deep in his heart in his soul that everything is going to be OK. And I lift up his family to You and I just thank You for them just loving him and walking with him through this difficult time that he's been going through. And I pray that they will be blessed for having had this walk with him. And I pray Lord that You would…they would have a strengthened relationship with You through all of this, that they would turn to You in their grief in their loneliness and their fear and that they too would know ultimately that everything is going to be OK. And I just thank You for that Lord. I thank You for Jeremy's time here and I thank You for where he is headed when he goes home. And Jeremy, I just give You a hug brother. It's a soul hug. And I was there in 2019 and came through it but I know the fear of leaving Your family. And just love You very…

Lord God we lift up the country of Mexico to You. Thank You, Lord for this land and for its people and we thank You Lord for our brothers and sisters who live there and our brothers and sisters who are working there serving You. Praying especially for Maria and others like her serving the people of Mexico on Your bath. We pray Lord that You would be blessing their work greatly, that You would be guiding their hands and inspiring them and providing their needs as they seek to serve You in Mexico. We pray Lord that the love and forgiveness of Jesus would overpower any strongholds of crime, violence, and corruption. We pray Lord for the government of the leaders and pray that You would be giving them wisdom on how best to serve Mexico, that You would help them to be honest and upright and good examples to people. We pray Lord that the people would find You, they would seek You and that they would find You and they might find their identity and purpose in the love of Christ and in the purposes of God and we pray Lord for Your Spirit to fall on Mexico, that You would break any chains of darkness and…and remove any influences that…that aren't helpful. We pray Lord for renewal. We pray that Your name will be glorified in Mexico in Jesus’ holy and precious name.

Hello dear friends my husband of 46 years recently left me, and I've recently just gotten out of the hospital with Covid and I really don't have anyone to help me here at home. And the home health services haven't kicked in yet and I'm just asking for your prayers. I appreciate you and I love you community…I love you. Thank you.

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 4 years

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이장준, Lee Jangjun

anonymous asked:

Hi 화성아! Could I please request a Jangjun imagine where you're their new stylist and he gets feelings for you? (Sorry if it's incredibly vague) as usual take your time!

Group: Golden Child (골든차일드)

Member: Jangjun

Jangjun plopped himself in front of the mirror, mussing his hair up a little, tucking it behind his ears prettily and fluttering his lashes to make his members laugh. They thought it was funny, but they were also trying to reign in their crazy a little bit.

Why?

Because there was an unfamiliar face in the room, and they didn’t want to seem too weird for her tastes.

She was a new stylist, dressed in a nice mixture of business and casual, setting up her work area and laying out all of her eye shadow shades with a sensible, yet somehow random attention to detail.

She was pretty and looked well put together while still having an air of chill coolness about her that didn’t make her seem unapproachable, and of course��when it came to someone interesting like that—the members were thrown into a state of, “Oh my gosh, everyone shut up, we need to make a good impression.”

In Jangjun’s eyes, he didn’t see the point in hiding themselves. Especially since she was going to be around there for pretty much ever.

“’Scuse me!” he called, waving his hands and grinning widely into the mirror.

She met his eyes in the glass, giving a small smile. “Yes?” she said. “You up first?”

“Aye, aye, ‘cap,” he joked. He settled himself comfortably in the leather-covered chair, his sweaty hands sticking to the arms and making a sound akin to velcro tearing when he readjusted them.

She glanced down at his hands as she brushed through his hair. “You nervous?” she asked.

He followed her gaze, chuckling at himself. “Seems like it,” he said, stretching out his fingers and cracking his knuckles. “I don’t actually know why, though.”

“I admire the honesty,” she murmured, trying to carefully comb her way through a small tangle.

He smiled proudly to himself. “Why, thank you, ma’am.” He snapped his fingers, a thought coming to mind. “By the way, what’s my concept for today?”

She hummed thoughtfully. “I’m thinking... Misunderstood bad boy? Leather-clad with passionate red undertones. Maybe a bandana tucked into the pocket.” She nodded confidently to herself. “Yup, definitely that. I can envision it going super well with the Without You choreography.”

Jangjun blinked, but his smile never lessened. “I don’t really know what you just said, but I’m down for it and I approve,” he said, flashing a thumbs up.

She chuckled under her breath, too quiet to hear. “Well, isn’t that good to hear,” she joked, pulling some scarlet hair extensions out of her makeup bag. She experimentally held them up to his hair, playing around with a few different placements.

She made an ‘ooh’ noise at one point, commenting under her breath that they “really brought out the highlights in his eyes”, so he could only assume that was a good thing.

She tied his bangs up with a cute Strawberry Shortcake scrunchie, the hair sticking up like a bean sprout. He couldn’t help but snort a little. “This part of the concept?” he asked.

“What do you think?” she challenged playfully. It wasn’t really something that required an answer; they just chuckled easily. “Hey, can I ask you a question?” she said, mixing together a blend of orange and brown eye shadow.

He nodded, smiling in a friendly, reassuring way. “Sure,” he said, “what’s up?”

“Is it just me”—she gave him a look, as if asking for permission to apply his makeup. He closed his eyes as a silent answer—“or are your members kinda scared of me?”

Jangjun almost burst out laughing, but he stopped himself so as to save himself an eye-gouging via makeup brush. It’d happened before and it was unpleasant in every sense of the word.

“Perceptive,” he answered, the hint of laughter in his tone. “It’s really not you, though,” he assured her. “They’re just worried that they’re too weird, so they’re acting all overly-polite and uptight. Heck, Donghyun’s even pretending to read a book! Probably doesn’t even notice it’s upside down. Don’t worry, though—they’ll warm up to you fast.”

She skimmed the makeup brush over his skin, a feather-light and skillful action that felt as if it were barely there at all. “So why don’t you try to hide how weird you are?” she asked casually, as if it were the most normal thing to ask. “Don’t smile, please” she warned, noticing the corners of his lips begin to turn upward.

He sucked in his lips in an attempt to keep the smile under wraps. “Oh, believe me,” he started, “this isn’t half the weirdness that I have to offer. Don’t wanna scare you off too fast.”

She chucked. “Is that right?” She instructed him to purse his lips, applying a light layer of tint to them. “Well, I’m looking forward to seeing the rest of that zaniness, Mr. Celebrity.”

“Mr. Celebrity?” he echoed. “I have a name, y’know.”

She started filling in his eyebrows. “Hey, there’s ten of you guys and I just started working today,” she said. “Cut me a little slack, yeah? Until I’ve memorized all of your noses, you’re Mr. Celebrity #1, he’s Mr. Celebrity #2, so on and so forth.”

“At least I’m number one,” he shrugged, pausing for a moment before a realization dawned on his. “Also, what was that about noses?”

She stopped her movements for a moment, almost as if realizing she’d said something dumb. “Nothing, really,” she said, trying hard to sound nonchalant about it. “It’s just a...” she searched for the right word, fiddling with the brush in her hand, “...thing that I have.”

He peeked an eye open. “And what is this thing?” he asked playfully. “I’m curious now.”

She huffed a breath of air, pulling the scrunchie out of his hair and letting his bangs flop onto his forehead, covering his eyes just slightly. “I have a thing where once I recognize and remember a person’s nose, I can pick them out just about anywhere,” she explained, grabbing a comb from off the side table.

She parted his hair on the side, carefully brushing out any tangles. “Basically, it’s nothing special,” she said. “Just a thing.”

“It’s cool, though!” Jangjun insisted, smiling at her in the mirror. “Out of all the noses in the room, whose nose do you think you’ll memorize the fastest?” he asked, gesturing around the room.

She looked around for a moment, pursing her lips in thought. “Him,” she finally said, pointing off to the left. “The handsome guy with the light hair and thick lips that’s glaring down at his phone because he just lost a round of Angry Birds.”

He laughed loudly, catching the attention of a few of the members. Daeyeol muttered something between the lines of ‘you’re loud’ and ‘I wish you were more awkward, ‘cause I’m jealous’, quickly trying to get back to his pre-performance nap.

“That’d be Jaehyun,” Jangjun said. “Why his nose?”

She shrugged, going back to his hair. “I don’t know,” she said simply, “it’s just not one that you easily forget. It’s kinda bumpy and long, I guess? But in a nice way.”

He laughed again. “Oh, he’s gonna love hearing that,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

She frowned. “I’d prefer if you didn’t tell him,” she said.

“If it’s a secret, why’d you tell me then, huh?” he joked, quirked an eyebrow up at her.

“Because you asked!” she defended herself.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “So you’re one of those people that does whatever people say... How disappointing.”

Her jaw dropped. “You have got to be kidding.”

He managed to keep a straight face for all of thirteen seconds before he bust out in giggles. “Lucky for you, I am.” He gave her a thumbs up. “Your nosy secret’s safe with me.”

She left out a relieved sigh. “Don’t mess with me like that!” she warned. She put her hands on her hips. “You know I’m in charge of how you look on stage, right?”

He blinked. “You have made a fair point. I’ll reign in the idiot that’s trying to jump out of my body.”

“Oh, he’s not already out?”

Jangjun froze for a minute, letting her words sink in before he laughed and covered his face, feeling a little bit embarrassed. “You know, I think you’ll fit in here nicely,” he said. “You’ve already got the roasting down pat.”

She smiled a little, not letting it reach its full brightness. “I’ve had practice,” she said. “Got enough siblings to keep me busy.”

He made a curious little chirping noise. “Tell me about that.”

That’s how their conversations went for weeks, going on months. Always a new subject, never boring and always filled with laughs. It turns out, even though they were pretty different, they also had a lot of similarities.

They enjoyed cheesy movies with a passion, they had their ‘dumb sides’ (as some of the members liked to put it), they both had a habit of accidentally making themselves seem like fools, but it didn’t matter much as long as someone else laughed—all in all, their chemistry was something he enjoyed.

In fact, he couldn’t remember frowning in front of her yet.

Something he did remember, though—and that liked to wake him up at midnight to torture him with embarrassing thoughts—was how gentle her fingers were, filled to the brim with a tingly kind of tenderness.

The way they carded through his hair to try out a new style, the way they smoothly gilded across the skin of his cheek as she applied concealer or highlights. Not to mention the focus on her face when she was applying his makeup and the ridiculous butterflies he’d started getting whenever she had to lean close and put something on his lips or work on an important detail with his eyeliner.

Recently, all he could think in those moments were, “Shit, shit, shit, please don’t come any closer—I might die.”

Perhaps a bit dramatic, but when wasn’t he?

The only irritating thing was, the closer he got to her, the closer the others got, too. Close enough for her and Daeyeol to go out on coffee runs together, close enough for her to cheer Seongyoon on during games and compliment him on his voice, close enough to have a joint playlist with Youngtaek and so many other things that he didn’t even want to mention.

In summary: they were close. They were all friendly with her and getting closer as the months passed by, and Jangjun supposed that he must like her as more than just a friend, because that bothered him.

A lot.

So, he’d made up his mind. Today was the day.

If she liked him, she did. If she didn’t, oh well. They could still be good friends and have a successful work-relationship. He didn’t have the time to think about consequences or any of that dumb stuff, he just really wanted to tell her how he felt.

His eyes didn’t come off of her once as she spread the powder foundation gently across his cheeks. He couldn’t help but notice the curve of her lips and her nose; the apples of her cheeks. The attention in her eyes as she worked skillfully to give him the best appearance possible.

“How long are you gonna keep staring at me like that?” she asked absentmindedly, capping the jar of concealer. “It’s gettin’ a little creepy,” she joked.

He didn’t really answer. He just chuckled, smiling earnestly.

She gave him a look. “Seriously, you’re being weird,” she said, “and not your usual weird.”

He shrugged. “You look nice,” he said.

“Thanks...?” She furrowed her brows. “That was sudden.”

He laughed. “Not as sudden as this,” he said, leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

She jumped back, a cutely surprised look on her face. “Dude!” she whisper-shouted, threatening to smack him over the head with a makeup brush. Her eyes darted side to side, trying to make sure no one had seen. “What the heck was that about?”

“You look nice,” he repeated. “You looked nice, and I wanted to kiss you.”

She stared at him, mouth hanging wide open. “You’re kidding, right?”

He shook his head, his expression getting more serious. “Not this time,” he said. A flash of worry came over him. “Unless... you want it to be a joke.” There was a beat of silence. “If you want it to be one, we can just laugh it off and forget it,” he offered.

She cleared her throat, her cheeks hot and red. “No...” she mumbled quietly, rearranging her lip tints like her life and sanity depended on it. “No, it’s fine.”

He gave her a questioning look, tugging at her shirt for a moment to get her to look at him. “What do you mean?” he asked, a brow quirked curiously.

She looked shyly down at her feet. “It’s just...” She met his eyes, but only in the mirror. It was like a little wall between them that gave her a little courage.

“I memorized your nose first.”

I hope you enjoyed it, 나의 쌍둥이! Jangjun is such a cutie. ;-; He’s like a magical happiness pill. And, if you’re wondering about the nose thing, I have NO idea where that came from. I was just writing it and that came to mind, and for whatever I thought, “Yup, we’re gonna go with that.” Love ya!!

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daydreamindollie · 4 years

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𝟛𝟘.𝟘𝟝.𝟚𝟘 ⏤𝙙𝙪𝙠𝙚 𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙞

❥ ALRIGHT! it’s final! i’m making this a reincarnation au!

❥ at first i was really hesitant about that since the ‘Seven Accursed Princes’ multi-chapter fic I’m planning right now is sort-a the same concept - it is the same concept -no?

❥ BUT! IF YOU LIKE SOMETHING THEN THERE’S NO ESCAPING IT!

❥ let’s move on, shall we?

❥ after much deliberation and brainstorming with this pink mush inside my head, here’s the part 2 of duke jin!

❥ P.S! many thanks to these people for their suggestions and ideas! It’s helped a lot in my brainstorming and thought process for this potential series/book/story: Anya (ao3) LinLong (wattpad)

❥ ANYWAY!

❥ YOU, the reader, are a modern day entrepreneur, who successfully built her business from the ground up.

❥ I don’t know exactly what particular business it is but I have something in mind already so don’t worry

❥ You could have developed your own skincare line after having such horrible acne as a teenager and studying clinical dermatology in university or something - you’ve even started making your own cosmetics line!

❥ you’re hardworking, determined and optimistic, you’re a great boss to your employees, especially because you started as your own boss before hiring employees as your business grew in scale and popularity!

❥ in your life, you’re doing well for yourself! After all your hard work, you’re finally reaching for your dreams! All that’s left for you to do is develop it a little bit more - perhaps for another three years - and you can start on finding yourself a good man to settle down with

❥ however! your dreams are, unfortunately, crushed because of some jealous, backstabbing twats decided to go and murder you!

❥ you will be dearly missed

❥ at least, you already had your will written and entrusted to a reliable lawyer so those douchebags aren’t getting any of your hard earned money!

❥ sucks to be them~

❥ anywho~ you were given a second chance and got reincarnated into an alternate universe that’s sort of set in Elizabethan England where magic existed and so did magically beautiful men

❥ one of those men was your supposed fiancé

❥ he was handsome and all but he was psychopathic and has his head stuck so far down the sand of patriarchy, he comes across as arrogant whenever he opens his mouth to speak, especially to women.

❥ you weren’t going to spend your life with someone like that, especially because you wanted to continue living your dream of being a successful business woman in this world

❥ if you weren’t going to be able to live your dream entrepreneur-ing in the modern world of your previous life, you’ll do so here!

❥ First thing you need to do is get out of this engagement!

❥ how do you do that?

❥ You get a better candidate to be your husband, it would be quite difficult because you were the daughter of an Earl and your soon to be ex-fiancee was a Marquess who was a level above you in society

❥ meaning, his only competitor is a Duke

❥ The singular person most suitable of this position would be Duke Kim Seokjin.

❥ The most well established duke of the land (out of the other three), the most eligible bachelor and the one most capable of giving you what you want - a business opportunity

❥ also, he was the name you blurted out when you argued with your fiancee about annulling your current engagement so…it had to be him, no matter how much his two faced personality irked you and had your mind racing with conflict

❥ so, at a ball, when you spot the duke in question, you’re quick to pounce him - not literally - more like…follow him outside when you heard he was in need of fresh air

❥ Jin : I must say, gentle lady of the Earl Choi house, it is most unbecoming for an engaged woman such as yourself to follow this unmarried duke out to the palace gardens, alone

❥ You : I am fully aware of that but I am no longer in favour of my engagement and, from a slip of the tongue, am in need of your help…i can assure you that, that need for assistance is reciprocal

❥ Jin: and what, pray tell, can you offer me that I don’t already have?

❥ You : protection from your lovestruck fan club and a solution to your collapsing fife

❥ first of all…what’s a fan club?

❥ and second of all, this strange yet beautiful lady is far more interesting than any of the other women who were so willing to throw themselves at him - quite literally, he might add

❥ You have yet to jump into his arms in an attempt to seduce him so he supposes he’d give you an ear to listen and, at least, entertain your offer

❥ Indeed, you were worth listening too and soon enough, he was seen escorting you out of the ball scene with your ex-fiancee looking on with his mouth falling to the floor

❥ the Duke willingly engaging with a lady was unheard of, especially to one that had just recently annulled her engagement with the Marquess

❥ time passes and the engagement between you and Seokjin is made official, in turn, setting your contract engagement with Seokjin into motion as well

❥ You elegantly and beautifully execute your role of a shield to Seokjin’s stubborn fan club. It was very entertaining to see their jealous expressions as you smile smugly at them.

❥ unbeknownst to you, your complacent look was something that Jin found very amusing

❥ in return, you help him manage his fife, monopolising on the cocoa beans that were harvested there. Apparently, chocolate didn’t exist in this world but thanks to you, it was being produced and sold in an exclusive store for nobles in Seokjin’s fife.

❥ You also quickly take advantage of other produce that was once deemed unworthy in the fife to restart your skin care line again.

❥ Things were going well, really well

❥ Even Jin could acknowledge that you were making a difference and making his life much easier. Seeing as he didn’t have to worry about his collapsing fife and was assured that the lives of those people were in your good hands, he could go about submitting reforms to further better the lives of those people

❥ soon, both of you start realising that the other isn’t so bad working with

❥ Jin starts looking all the more appealing…more appealing than usual, which would be impossible but love is love -of course you’re stubborn and denied it at the time so yeah

❥ You weren’t the only stubborn one though

❥ Despite his compatibility and attraction towards you, Jin was in as much denial of his affections as you were

❥ This leaves the two of you to dance around each other continuously and everywhere you went, everyone could just see the sexual tension between the two of you

❥ Many times, you’d be teasing each other and gradually lean closer and closer to the point you’d almost be touching lips had the people in the room you had forgotten about not coughed and redirected your attention to them

❥ it was embarrassing but…yeah it was embarrassing, no buts…

❥ you’d have a period of timidity for a day or two before you’re back to flirting with each other again

❥ IT’S UNBEARABLE! especially for the staff at the Duke mansion

❥ Hoseok, the butler, actively pushes you and Jin together.

❥ If you have plans to go to town and need someone to accompany you, Hoseok says he’s busy with work and says Jin can go with her instead

❥ At first, you’re worried because Jin’s always busier than Hosoek but he reassures you and you have no choice but to give in with a smile

❥ Of course the two of you have a lovely little date in town

❥ Unfortunately for Hoseok, he had to deal with Seokjin’s paperwork for that day - he knows it was worth it, though, because the two of you return home smiling at each other and it’s so CUUUUTTEEEE!!!!

❥ Jimin, Yoongi and Jungkook the knights have mixed reactions…

❥ Jimin is silently cheering the two of you on whilst Yoongi can’t bring himself to care.

❥ Jungkook can never seem to witness you and Jin being indirectly lovey-dovey with each other

❥ this is because Yoongi always makes sure to cover Jungkook’s eyes and lead him away when you and Jin have been together for more than five minutes and the time for your flirting to subconsciously start is set.

❥ Namjoon taught Jin simple but effective spells such as turning the letters he wrote into birds so that sending letters were more efficient - jin used this exact method to talk about you to Namjoon

❥ The expectations Namjoon had of your first meeting was certainly set because of these letters.

❥ He can definitely understand why you and Jin seem to be the perfect match and is kinda frustrated that you and Jin are too stubborn to admit to your sprouting feelings for one another

❥ No matter how frustrating it may be to watch you two teasing and flirting with each other, it’s entertaining to watch unfold and he’s eager to see how things will turn out

❥ Just to add into that mix, Taehyung - the crown prince and Jin’s step brother - enters the scene

❥ He’s a bit of a ladies man without intending to be - the handsome genes run too deep in the family so he really can’t be at fault for his perfection…

❥ Anyway, he pays Jin a visit, excited to see his fiancee (you) but is disappointed to find out that it’s all contractual

❥ He’s even more upset because the attraction between you and Jin is just so obvious that there’s something going on between you- at least there’s potential for it

❥ So…as a good step brother, Taehyung starts scheme and plot and devise a plan to push you two together with the help of the others too, of course since he won’t be able to handle Jin’s anger and lectures alone.

❥ Someone else needs to take the blame for his plots sometimes too!

❥ It’ll only be a matter of time before the results of his expenditures for fostering your relationship comes into fruition…

❥ That’s all I have for now! I hope you like it - if you have any more ideas please tell meeee!

❥ also…this is unedited so please excuse any grammatical or spelling mistakes!!!

#.diary entry #duke jin #Seokjin x reader #reincarnation au #BTS x reader

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atopearth · 4 years

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Subarashiki Hibi (Wonderful Everyday Down the Rabbit-Hole) Part 5 - Which Dreamed It

Which Dreamed It “If everything we wished were to happen, that would be a favour of fate, because there is no connection between our will and the world.” It’s kinda saddening to think of it all like that, but at the same time, it’s kinda true. Sometimes no matter how much we want something to happen, it won’t happen, this doesn’t only depend on the wheels of fate though, but also on ourselves and whether we have the power to make it happen. But when we don’t, we can only hope, and hope is something good yet terrifying, since when things don’t go as we desire, we’re crushed even more than if we didn’t hope. For me, I’ve hoped for many things, just as many others do, but I also realised that a lot of things I hoped for were something I have the power to change with my hands, and yet somehow I’d still want to rely on fate… It feels kinda silly, huh? Anyway, I always get distracted by the quotes in this game haha. I didn’t realise that Hasaki had a twin brother… And I guess this chapter is from the perspective of Hasaki and maybe we’ll finally get to know the “incident”. Lmao at Hasaki getting violent with Kimura (the journalist photographer guy) as well, guess she’s not as weak as I thought! Ooh so in terms of the timeline, I guess this chapter talks about Hasaki during the time Tomosane was losing control of the body and only appeared every few days and here and there… so it’s after Zakuro died…

LOLL when Hasaki actually suggested for Master to do away his urges with Kimura since she doesn’t like him, I never knew Hasaki could say stuff like that haha! Lmao when Kimura had to move Hasaki’s whole dresser to the store because the Master wouldn’t allow him to touch her underwear etc hahaha. I’m so thankful that Hasaki has the Master to help take care of her though, it’s already so tough for her to have to face the weird new Yuki that sees her as twins, let alone the possible harassment from others online if they were to discover where Takuji’s house is. Sometimes with how Hasaki treats Tomosane and thinks of him, it really makes me wonder if Takuji is really the “original”. It was obvious that the “intruder” to her mother’s place was actually the new Yuki, but it’s so weird to see it happen from Hasaki’s perspective, especially since you see Takuji (Yuki) talking about Takuji like a completely separate existence. I guess this is how Kimura found out about the different personalities. It’s kinda funny to think back to the Yuki perspective though! All that time, I thought Hasaki lived in this house and was an abandoned little sister and everything, but in reality, she was living in the same house as Yuki until recently! She was right there, and yet she also wasn’t…

Wow, I never thought Hasaki actually went down into the secret base and she even did it when Takuji was there (but not really there since he was either in his delusions or just “cut off from the world”). Kimura is really such a great guy though, he knew the situation with the three personalities was complicated and didn’t ask Hasaki about it because he was considerate of her. And even though this is his job to investigate all these things, he evidently really cares about Hasaki and helps her out. He always watches out for her and I think that’s really sweet. On the other hand, seeing how desperately Hasaki is trying to find Tomosane, I can see why she was so relieved when he actually came back in his chapter. I see….. That ghost thing or whatever that the new Yuki saw in her chapter (I thought it was pretty scary when I read that!) was actually Hasaki in which her brain wasn’t “allowed to see”. I guess I wasn’t really wrong…Takuji is actually the twin brother that died and the current Takuji we see now is the eldest Mamiya brother, Mamiya Tomosane. Tomosane is the real one! I’m not surprised that the incident was in fact the real Takuji apparently trying to kill/attack Hasaki and Tomosane tried to protect her, and so he accidentally killed Takuji during that struggle. Because Takuji died, their mother couldn’t forgive Tomosane and thought it was his fault, and Tomosane himself couldn’t accept that he killed his own brother and wanted him to live inside him in this way I guess. A while ago when it was revealed that the Master was called Minakami, I knew he had to have something to do with the Yuki personality, but I didn’t think it was actually that he had a daughter called Yuki who also lost her life protecting Hasaki and that’s why these personalities within Tomosane are trying so hard to protect her… I feel so sorry for Master though, and it’s such a blessing that he doesn’t blame Tomosane and Hasaki for her death at all, instead he cares about them so much and thinks of them like his own children, it’s so saddening… If only the Yuki personality knew that she was technically Master’s daughter!! But I guess, seeing her personality sprout from Tomosane was a blessing in itself already… Learning that Takuji is actually Tomosane really puts into perspective why Hasaki called him Tomosane most of the time and how she felt saying it this whole time…

I’m glad that Kagami isn’t real, because it just means they tore apart the doll, but at the same time, it was still saddening because that was something Tomosane made for Hasaki, and it’s always been something important enough to her that she’s carried it around everywhere with her, and it represents her past self so yeah… Seeing it treated like that must have been awful… It was painful to see Hasaki have to interact with the new Yuki, but at the same time, even though he couldn’t recognise Hasaki, he still remembers the memory of her chasing after her dad’s soul over the hill of sunflowers and realising that she’d never meet her dad again. Regardless of what it seems like, Tomosane is still in there somewhere… Did Hasaki just jump off the roof after Tomosane/Takuji? Because… that’s so saddening and terrible of an ending! I thought maybe only his “soul” dropped off…not the real body too…

Overall, this chapter doesn’t really add much to the story besides revealing that Takuji is actually supposed to be Tomosane. So it was all really just to tell the reader what the incident was 7 years ago. I guess the most surprising thing was that Yuki is actually the Master’s daughter, but at the same time, it kinda clicked since we knew most of the stuff. Otherwise, from a lot of the interactions with Hasaki in Tomosane’s perspective, you could tell how Hasaki felt most of the time even if you didn’t realise Tomosane was actually the real one, but yeah, it was still a bit refreshing and definitely nice to see how dedicated and kind Kimura was the whole time, whilst understanding how great of a person Master Minakami really was.

#subarashiki hibi #subahibi

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yvaquietdays · 4 years

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Female body hair is not feminism. It’s just body hair.

It’s winter. I spent the summer challenging myself to like the look of my soft, hairy thighs because shaving my full leg takes too much time and irritation. I can’t afford the wax. I’m self-conscious, but I’m powering through. It all falls within the bell-curve. Most of the worlds population don’t know I exist, so why should I hate myself because I’m afraid someone might look at me with disgust?

I still sometimes look at myself in disgust, but powering through has forced me to see my grown woman body with love, appreciation and respect. My partner turns to me, asks, “If you’d shave your legs for a gig, why won’t you shave them for me?” I’m quiet for a little while. I sigh. So that’s when I decided to stop shaving my legs for gigs, too. I realised that as much as the audience can’t see the orange winged liner I chose to apply on my eyes, they can’t see the downy hair on my legs either. And if they can?

Get used to it. Trump is literally causing WW3 and someone like James Jordan is tweeting about how gross female body hair is as if it’s the most important thing in the world.

Yeah, me neither.

I’m sure he expected me to bow to his argument in defeat. After all, he’s right. Kinda hypocritical of me to do it for someone else’s gaze, but not his, and after all, he is the most important person in my life. His gaze matters more than anyone else’s, and no body else’s matters a bit. I reply. “You love me as I am, yes? Well this is who I am. This is the most armpit hair I’ve ever seen on my body, period. Ever. From the moment it started sprouting, I was told to get rid. Nearly twenty years of my life, I’ve not seen my own body hair fully grown. I’ve never felt proud, or even just complacent about walking out of the door. I check myself constantly. Can they see it? Every day I look at the hair on my legs and question my femininity, all because society tells me to. Imagine looking at yourself every day and feeling disgust, a lack of sexiness and beauty, simply because you look the way you’re supposed to look.”

I think I have him there. “I understand all of this, and it’s a whole load of bullshit. But I just don’t find it as attractive. Would you not do it for me?” I only ever do it for him. That does matter to me. But how I see myself matters more. I sigh again. “I only ever do it for you. You’ve said yourself though, that you don’t believe women should look like pre-pubescent little girls, that anyone with a brain cell wouldn’t find a grown woman sexy with zero body hair on her body. When you tell me how I should look, which body parts are acceptable with hair on, and which aren’t, you’re censoring me. You’re choosing for me. At the end of the day, if you grew your beard, if you choose never to go for a run, that’s your choice. I love you still. I would advise you to stay healthy, but imagine if I asked you to shave your chest, your legs, what little hair you have on your arms. Because I don’t find you sexy or beautiful the way you are.” J is a reasonable, grounded person. I know he listens when I talk like this. It’s a discussion, never an argument. He really is the best person. “I’m imploring you to question your masculinity and your privilege; society has told you that women are more beautiful without hair on their bodies. That is not something you believe. It is something you were conditioned to think. I was conditioned to believe that I was not beautiful the way I am. I refuse to spend another day hating my body, because hate is fear and the world wants women self-conscious and ashamed of themselves.” At the end of it, he tells me he loves me just the way I am. If I choose to stay the way I am, that’s fine. But I also reassure him that I will be waxing and then epilating, so that the hair that is fine and softer. But even that is a decision I’m making to cater to the worlds gaze. Believe it or not, this act of resilience is not an act of feminism, even though it’s definitely a part of the discussion. It’s purely my choice; I don’t want to live another day feeling shame about one more thing about myself. I am a grown woman, with curves and breasts and child bearing hips and dark hair all over my body. If I remove some it, I have to remove all of it. If this disgusts you, then question why you feel that way. If you’re okay with hating yourself, go right ahead. But I absolutely refuse. Don’t give me that “talk to your friends about your problems,” or “let’s talk about mental health,” bullshit if you’re going to censor women, their bodies, and the daily mental health issues that arise from the shame that arises from inequality from the conversation. I only ever, ever removed my hair for the male gaze. Thought I’d never be sexy with it. So every morning I looked in the mirror, I hated the way I was born with my dark, beautiful hair that everyone complimented, because it meant the rest of my body was cast in the same shadow. My Mum recently apologised to me on behalf of her and my Dad for it. That made me sad. Even she thought my hair was something to be ashamed of. I thought she told me I was born perfect? My brother doesn’t have to worry. My sister neither, not really. She chooses to shave, but she’s never been as dark as me. Her choice, her body. But I can’t help but feel sad for all the women in my life that have to spent money, time and pain on hating themselves for the comfortable gaze of the many.

At the end of the day, do you really mind it?

Or do you mind what everyone else feels about it?

Working in this industry makes it harder. It doesn’t make you a hard-core feminist artist just to have agency over your body. It just makes you a person. The core difference between someone who presents as male, and someone who presents as a woman, is that if that man chooses to shave, there’s no shame. We shrug, that’s their choice. The direct opposite, that same privilege, does not apply to us. Where’s my shrug, huh? ALL I WANT IS A SHRUG.

If I walk out onstage, having not shaved, I’ve apparently made a statement. Well I’m afraid I haven’t. I just didn’t shave my legs. Shrug it off. Now lets get to the music. The statement is there shouldn’t be a statement.

*Shrug.*

James Jordan can go fuck himself.

#shrugforfeminism #bodyhair #femalebodyhair #jamesjordan #notasnowflake

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burytherosemarysprigs · 5 years

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Why the Caged Birds Still Sing | Pt. 2

A/N: I am sooo sorry that I haven’t been able to update this story, I had my finals and was going through some stuff (ugh. life) and wasn’t able to write!! Sooo, now here ya go 😊😊

P.S. Get ready for some angsty af fic I wrote as the second part and something for Tony’s bday. Sorry IT’S SO LONG and, Happy Birthday to my hero, Tony Stark 💖

Read Part 1 Here

My Masterlist

Tacenda

(n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence

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Tony Stark’s dead. He’s shattered himself everywhere. Peter, Harley and Morgan and there to pick up the broken shards.

ii. The Flowers that Withered Away

“Mr. Stark,”

Peter began, his mask clenched tightly in one hand and the other limp against his leg. He looks up, words choking at his throat.

“Did you really have to go?” His voice barely audible, and it breaks of at the end, and he’s left standing alone in front of him.

Iron Man.

“I don’t know what I could’ve done… I – I should’ve stopped you… I should’ve… why didn’t I, Mr. Stark. – Mr. Stark… why did you… MR. STARK. WHY DID YOU GO?” Peter snaps. His mask slips from his hands and he collapses onto the ground, muffled sobs violently rake his shoulders, and he mutters the words over and over again, until he’s numb to it.

I’m sorry, I didn’t do anything, I’m sorry

The statue watches him, crouched on the ground, whimpering and muttering, which has become inaudible as the wind whips harder against his body.

…

The door is suddenly opened, allowing a stream of harsh white light to spread across the room, where books are scattered across the floor, pages ripped out haphazardly, and clothes strewn around the bunk-bed and desk. The closet door is wide open, overflowing with trinkets – stuffed messily inside.

“Peter, buddy – w-what the hell?”

May’s voice slices through the quiet of the room, disrupting the figure resting in the bottom bunk, as he turns around to face May. His face is red, eyes tired and lips whimpering slightly.

“May… what – I – Can you go away?”

Peter replies, mumbling, while turning away to face the wall again.

“No,” May replies, stepping carefully into the room. “Peter, come on, just for today I need you to come out and just – just come to this party.”

He doesn’t move.

“Peter, she specifically asked for you, and – and you know what she’s been through Peter, you know it better than anyone. Peter, I know it’s hard, but I’m here, we’re all here to help.”

He doesn’t move; and May is about to move closer until he turns around and gets up, dropping the blanket that he was wrapped up in the process. Standing to his full height, Peter moves closer to May

“May. Please. Just – leave – me – ALONE! I DON’T WANNA GO TO ANY PARTY. I DON’T CARE WHO’S PARTY I – I – don’t wanna go May. Please. Just leave.”

She looks at him and he stares back, soft brown eyes – hard. His hair is ruffled and eyes bloodshot. She wants to reach out – touch him, hold him, anything. But instead, she gives him a tight-lipped smile, accepts defeat of this battle and she holds out a wrinkled invitation and pushes it to his chest and leaves the room. And with her abrupt leave, Peter is standing alone in the middle of the battlefield, reading the invitation with shaking hand

TO ;

PeTer PaRKer

(Aka SPIdeRMAN)

You are invited to Tony Stark’s Birthday memoriam!

Please join us this evening in memory of our beloved hero

FROM ; MorgAN

p.S. I HOPE You CoMe :)

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Peter can’t breathe.

He can’t look up and see the Iron man statue staring at him, he can’t look up and see Mr. Stark staring at him. He knows better, he knows that he should be at Pepper and Morgan’s party in memoriam of Tony, he should be there for others.

But he can’t even breathe. He feels his heart pounding in his ears as his chest tightens – more and more. He keeps crying, the sobs are louder. He digs his nails into his palms, until his hands are numb. He can’t see anything; the sobs are louder.

“Ka – kar – karen… W – What – What’s happenin’?” Peter bursts out, his face glistening with sweat and his chest compressing further and further. He can’t breathe; the sobs are louder.

“It seems like you’re having a severe anxiety attack, would you like me to call May, Ned or any other person as it seems that you need instant care, I could call – “

‘NO – n – No Karen!”

“Then what else would you prefer for me to do Peter?” Karen’s voice rings in his ears, though he can’t comprehend anything around him; the sobs are louder.

‘Mr – Mr. Stark, I – I – “Peter manages to say between labored breaths.

‘Would you like to talk to Mr. Stark, Peter” Karen asks him.

Yes. Yes, that’s all I want

“Peter, as you not answering, I am going to play an old recording of Mr. Stark.” Peter doesn’t comprehend what she says.

He feels like he’s dying. The sobs are louder.

“Hey Kid, how’s it going? Pepper’s been going all tooth ‘n’ nail to plan this whole wedding thing, but it’s kinda her thing. Anyway, I’ve only got probably 5 mins? Maybe longer if I use my talents to persuade her, to talk to you,”

The sobs quiet down.

“Just wanted to say that Happy says your doing great and putting him on his last nerves, so the usual, he says that about me too, I think. But really, Kid, I – I hope your doing well and just don’t stress Happy too much, he just ends up complaining about it everywhere. I’m proud of what you do kid, so, yeah bye.”

…

It’s like a ribbon unravels from around his chest, he can finally breathe. The knot in his heart seems to fade away

His blood stops pounding in his ears and he attempts to get up but falls on the ground, too weak to move.

His body feels detached from him, his mind still replaying Tony’s voice inside his head. Over and Over and Over.

While his body, lays limp on the cold, concrete ground atop of a platform beneath the Iron man statue. Staring up to see Tony’s face looking at everything except him.

…

He stays there for a while, listening to the rustle of trees and honking and hollering from distant cars. Lights twinkle in his peripheral vision and he feels at ease. Calm. Not dead. But definitely not alive.

“Karen, what time is it?” Peter asks, quietly as though not to disturb the unwavering silence that wraps itself around him.

“It’s 11:52 pm Peter” Karen responds

“Jesus Christ, what’ll May think, she’s probably worried I – I better – we – we gotta go now Karen… b-but first…” he runs his hand through his hair, messy with curls, while the other grasps to find something.

“Where did it go – uh, where is it – I can’t j-just lose it” He’s searching the ground for the object, hands grasping blindly in the dark setting of the sky, the moonlight doesn’t help and he feels like a child, who’s reaching for a candy jar that’s too high up on the shelf.

He feels his throat tightening again, his hands start to feel shakier, struggling to find anything on the barren ground.

“Karen, activate night vision mode.” He says barely keeping the fear of losing the object, inside of him, as his voice is shaking when he speaks.

“Sure thing, Peter” And as Karen responds, he feels like a veil has been lifted of his eyes, and he continues to find the misplaced object, while muttering under his breath.

“Please… please don’t be lost… please,” his voice sounds like a child, one that is in desperate need of help, but there’s no one there to help him.

…

He’s not sure how long he’s been at trying to find the object, but when he finally finds it, he stays there, on the ground, clutching it to his chest because he’s not sure if he wants to give it away.

But when Karen says it’s 11:55, he reluctantly walks towards the Iron man Statue, one that has been set up in a plaza in New York, and Peter notices the bottom of the podium decorated in flowers and amateur drawings. The scent of lilies and lavender is in bloom throughout the air, the delicate petals wilting while others are waiting to bloom. He walks in front of the statue and the mass of colour sprouting beneath it.

He reaches out and places a small delicate flower – a blue dropping Iris – just in front of the feet of the statue.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Stark

…

Irises represent faith, hope, courage, wisdom and admiration.

A bouquet of blue iris blossoms speaks of hope and faith.

They were planted over the graves of women and men to summon the Goddess Iris to guide the dead in their journey.

…

He heads home. It’s almost 12:00.

May sits on the dining table, lights on and eyebrows furrowed. She’s anxious, and scared. He enters the room, ripping the mask of his face, exhausted, he stands in front of her.

“May,” He croaks out, throat parched and hurting.

“I’m sorry.” He pauses and whispers the last part and both are silent, they stay there, awake at 12:01 am in their apartment in Queens and restless – and the whole city feels like it’s fading away – slipping away ever so quietly from their fingers.

She stands up, scraping the chair against the ground, disrupting the silence. She walks towards him and wraps her arms around his body – gently, like wrapping a china set – he feels her warmth, like in a moment of epiphany he wraps his arms around her body – securing their unspoken apologies and promises – and Peter breaks, her china set gives in to the pressure and small cracks turn into big ones and he eventually just breaks, the sobs rake his body and her hands try to hold the pieces together.

They sink to the floor, both trying their hardest to hold themselves together and not break away from their embrace.

The sobs become louder and the harder it is to hold the pieces together in her hands.

…

They’re both collapsing, trying to hold the weight of the world in their hands, forgetting that two hands will never be enough. Forgetting that the universe doesn’t always understand when to stop taking away, when to stop hurting.

So, they both collapse on to the kitchen floor in their apartment in Queens and they swear to god the city stopped.

The cars in the distance stopped hollering and honking, the lights stopped illuminating, dimming down. The police sirens – quiet and the beat of their hearts – forgotten.

And in that moment, they hope that the universe is listening.

…

Don’t ever be quiet

Don’t ever stop listening

Because the ocean is still whispering

When the shells aren’t listening

…

Part 3 ; It’ll feel better when it stops hurting

Hope you like the story!!

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secretgamergirl · 5 years

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RPG Campaign Setting Thoughts - Alignments, Death, and Outsiders

Continuing on from this post here, tonight we have some VERY sketchy notes about the Outer Planes and associated stuff, which is going to spill over from world-building into mechanics and this is all too loose for me to bother with anything resembling in-book presentation.

The Outer Planes have traditionally always served two purposes in this cosmology of D&D and its derivatives which are honestly somewhat at odds with each other. They are both the actual afterlife of the setting, where the souls of the dead end up, theoretically for eternity, and they’re where all the demons and devils and daemons and angels and maybe gods and a bunch of other really weird things that exist mainly for the sake of symmetry generally hang out when they aren’t being summoned so they tend to prominently feature as a way to go bigger and more epic late in a campaign. It’s also very much a tradition (which is weird because I can’t think of a single religion that actually works like this) where all of these supernatural creatures are what the souls of the dead BECOME in the afterlife. If you’re neutral good, when you die you become an angel. If you’re lawful evil, you become a devil, etc. (and there’s a lot of weird exceptions because there’s way more outsider types than alignment combinations, and that’s before also factoring in undead and reincarnation and so on).

The problem here of course is that sometimes, the PCs are going to end up dying, and having friends who die, and when you’ve established that that turns you into one of these cool types of monsters, and that those monsters can be summoned, dying turns into this weird sort of power-up, and this was fixed with a very... game designer sort of solution. Namely, when you die, you completely lose all your memories, skills, personal connections, and really by any reasonable standard straight up cease to exist, being replaced with some new outsider springing into being on whatever other plane who’s really just a different character doing their own thing. And, yeah, that solves that problem, but it creates the new one that WOW, THIS AFTERLIFE REALLY SUCKS!

Now, I did already establish for this setting the concept of a layered prime material plane, where you can essentially have your high level alternate universes as weird little pocket dimensions you can honestly just walk right into without even using magic... but I mean, visiting the outer planes is still a cool fun thing to do, and fighting demons is a cool fun thing to do, and your soul transforming into some weird thing in the afterlife is just neat. So I don’t want to drop any of that, but I want to make some tweaks.

Also? Death sucks game mechanics wise. Players, as it turns out decades down the road from when this whole RPG thing first began, tend to be really attached to their characters, and don’t want to just rip up their sheets when they die. They want to cheat death. Which is fine. But the way you cheat death is you pay a bunch of money and either have your cleric cast a quick spell (or rush back to town to find one) and tada, you’re back with some temporary experience penalty you either kinda walk off or buy off. Which is all very... weightless. And straight up losing cash sucks if you’re saving up to buy fancy magic stuff. AND you don’t even get to visit the afterlife really.

So... the standard raise dead spells? They’re gone or at least getting alterations (gotta keep reincarnate in some form because I have a soft spot for it). Plane shift? Also gone. Instead we are going to dust off our old pal Astral Projection, have it at a reasonable level, and no, when someone gets killed, you have to cast that sucker, chase them across the astral plane, maybe to one of the outer planes, and have this whole mini adventure of rescuing their soul and shoving it back in their body.

Also? I am sticking to a hard and fast rule that the material plane is the physical plane, and all the outer stuff is all souls and magic. Nobody gets to bring their body with them which also means you don’t get to bring all your fancy equipment. You’re either a ghost getting sucked into hell or you’re a demon that used to be a ghost or you’re still alive but effectively a ghost tethered to home by a silver cord.

By the same token, outsiders can’t just physically come over to the prime material plane. This is kind of a big fundamental shift in things, but at the end of the day, isn’t it just freaking weird that there’s never really been a place in D&D for demonic possession?

So, tada. That’s a thing now. Outsiders on the material plane need to borrow something to use as a body. A willing person to possess, or an unwilling person subjected to a proper ritual first, or a recently sacrificed corpse, maybe some kind of magical focus stone. This is one of the sketchier parts of the idea here, but no matter how it works out it’s a built in adventure hook, and it doesn’t really change a ton because obviously being possessed by a whatever dramatically transforms the host into the standard existing stat block until its defeated. Summon spells kinda need a material component or a focus I guess, or maybe even not because like you’re calling up a whatever but you can’t really anchor it so it just has this unstable body made of dust and debris and temporarily conjured matter.

I’m also tempted to straight up invent a new divine caster class to fit in with this theme that’s all about having some outside pal they let possess them in combat. Get the whole Devilman sorta thing going, Maybe in a little subsection with a really dex-y fighter and a different take on an arcane type and a rogue type for a really non-standard but complementary core 4.

Back on the side of dying and visiting the other planes though, I say this is a good place to wedge in a good ol’ corruption mechanic. If you die,and your friends manage to catch up to you while you’re streaking across the astral plane, cool, no harm, no foul. Once you end up in whatever plane though, you gradually start to turn into whatever sort of outsider. Subtle cosmetic stuff at first, sprouting horns and getting weird colored hair and maybe a tail first, some slight shifts in personality, and over months or years you just kinda naturally lean into that, and your class levels fade away, and you just kinda naturally go all in on being a mephit or an azata or whatever the hell thing.

And then when your friends do get your soul back and shove it into your body again, that weird metaphysical transformative soul corruption deal doesn’t just go away. That’s partially demonified you possessing your old body now, so, you keep the horns and the flaming eyes and stuff as a permanent reminder of that time you died for a bit and you can be all angsty about it and maybe rededicate yourself to something because that’s not an afterlife you want to go back to, and honestly if you’re the sort of person with a real thing for dramatic mid-campaign transformations and you want a character to look all furry or glowing or be a hot demon gal at higher levels without the mechanical baggage of transformation magic, hey, the door’s open a crack for you.

Also speaking of succubi, while I’m playing around with outsiders, this one has always bugged me. Say we’re going all 7 deadly sins. We’ve got our wrath demons- big angry spikey jerks, maybe on fire. We’ve got our sloth demons- big gross sluggy things who can barely move. Our gross-Kirby gluttony demons, etc. But then we get to lust and it’s this super hot seductress. That breaks the pattern and I hate it. I am definitely kicking them out of that niche and replacing them with proper lust demons, evoking super creepy long-fingered horny dudes.

And really there is room from there to expand into a two-tiered system of outsiders for every plane where there’s the things that are there because they’re what happens to the average person who had this alignment as their reward/punishment, and then there’s the things that are their to make sure things run the way they’re supposed to, are generally more powerful, and are formed from the souls of people who really actively served their patron deity in life. I’m mainly looking at this from the angle of “do the members of the cult of this demon lord realize that in the afterlife they’re all going to become lemures and realize how much that sucks?” but even on the good side, you have to figure the average paladin doesn’t want the blissful retirement package after death, they want to do the whole holy avenging archon sort of thing and continue to kick evil’s ass, right?

Which segues me into alignments. A lot of people absolutely hate the traditional law/chaos good/evil alignment system, but I find as long as you’re careful to use it descriptively rather than prescriptively and you don’t use really messed up alignment definitions (AD&D 2nd ed had some DOOZIES), it’s cool. There is one missing element I would like to formally add in though- An extra variable for mundane and divine/committed/radicalized versons of each. Breaking this down with specific examples...

First and foremost, I am a big big fan of neutral as the default alignment nearly everyone falls into, with everything else being a bit of an outlying extreme. On the good/evil axis then, neutral if for people who you would generally describe as basically good people. They know right from wrong, and generally always try to do the right thing, but they have a strong sense of self-preservation. Truly good people go past that and will, as a general rule, really stick their neck out and take major personal risks or do full-on self-sacrificial things to help people. Evil people are all about looking out for themselves first. Or put more simply, seeing someone being attacked/persecuted/in great need, a neutral person will think “someone should do something,” a good person will think “someone should do something and I’m that someone” and an evil person will think “sucks to be that person” and try not to think about them much.

Meanwhile on the law/chaos axis, lawful people have an unflinching commitment to some form of faith in the system/some particular authority/a rigid personal code of some kind.and will always work within that framework. If that’s always obeying the law, any plan that’s explicitly illegal is off the table, and if the law is unjust, working to change it is the way to go. If they’re super religious, doubting their own deity is never on the table. If they’re strict adherents to a code, they don’t make exceptions. “I’ll never allow suffering” never gets a quiet clause of “unless the person suffering is a scumbag who deserves it” they’re really going to intervene over that.

Someone who is chaotic meanwhile actively has a chip on their shoulder about any sort of bureaucracy, full stop will never “have faith in the system,” generally assume any sort of authority figure is a power hungry scumbag, and while it’s hard to translate this into fantasy terms, be the sort of person who always jailbreaks their phone and has a strict no-DRM stance on all their software.

The vast majority of people are, again, neutral, falling between those extremes. Follow the law, trust that calling the cops will usually get things sorted out, but when push comes to shove, most rules are really guidelines and you can make exceptions where you have to.

All of these represent real, realistic attitudes normal real-world people have. Most are true neutral. The corner alignments are the rarest (always going by the book and always sticking your neck out is demanding, looking out for number 1 without bowing down to the powers that be really requires a certain sort of lifestyle, etc.) but there should be people you can point to at all 9 points on the grid, and none of them should really clash so hard that people can’t be friends or live in the same society, and they should all be functional alignments for adventurers since a good adventure should have a mix of personal stakes and rewards and a good party should all like each other enough to stick together through whatever comes up.

Then there’s the more extreme versions of these alignments. Where neutrality becomes about “maintaining the balance” or actively rejecting society as a whole, evil is actively causing harm for harm’s sake, chaos is constant change, law is absolute rigidity and caste structures and such, and good gets really extreme about scope. These are still worldviews actual humans CAN hold, but more typically these are the sort of things supernatural forces get bent out of shape about and have as sources of constant conflict.

Again, lots of loose sloppy notes here, but you can hopefully see where I’m going as far as moral philosophies and cosmology driving games in fun directions, right?

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