#Portals and Secret Pathways

[codingquill]

What happens when you start your computer ? ( Booting a computer )

We studied this in the lecture today, and it was quite interesting. What makes something a hundred times simpler than it is? Creating a story about it. That's why I made this super fun dialog that will help you understand it all.

I've set up a drive to compile everything I create related to the Linux operating system. Feel free to explore it for more details on the topics discussed in the conversation below. Check it out here.

Have a fun read, my dear coders!

In the digital expanse of the computer, Pixel, the inquisitive parasite, is on a microventure with Binary, a wise digital guide. Together, they delve into the electronic wonders, uncovering the secrets hidden in the machine's core.

Pixel: (zooming around) Hey there! Pixel here, on a mission to demystify the tech wonders . There's a creature named Binary who knows all the ins and outs. Let's find them!

Binary: (appearing with a flicker of pixels) Pixel, greetings! Ready to explore what happens inside here?

Pixel: Absolutely! I want the full scoop. How does this thing come alive when the human outside clicks on "start"?

Binary: (with a digital chuckle) Ah, the magic of user interaction. Follow me, and I'll reveal the secrets.

(They traverse through the circuits, arriving at a glowing portal.)

Pixel: (inquiring) What's the deal with this glowing door?

Binary: (hovering) Pixel, behold the BIOS - our machine's awakening. When the human clicks "start," the BIOS kicks in, checking if our components are ready for action.

(They proceed to observe a tiny program in action.)

Pixel: (curious) Look at that little messenger running around. What's it up to?

Binary: (explaining) That, Pixel, is the bootloader. It plays courier between the BIOS and the operating system, bringing it to life.

Pixel: (excitedly buzzing) Okay! How does the computer know where to find the operating system?

Binary: Ah, Pixel, that's a tale that takes us deep into the heart of the hard disk. Follow me.

(They weave through the digital pathways, arriving at the hard disk.)

Pixel: (curious) Huh? Tell me everything!

Binary: Within this hard disk lies the treasure chest of the operating system. Let's start with the Master Boot Record (MBR).

(They approach the MBR, Binary pointing to its intricate code.)

Binary: The MBR is like the keeper of the keys. It holds crucial information about our partitions and how to find the operating system.

Pixel: (wide-eyed) What's inside?

Binary: (pointing) Take a look. This is the primary boot loader, the first spark that ignites the OS journey.

(They travel into the MBR, where lines of code reveal the primary boot loader.)

Pixel: (in awe) This tiny thing sets the whole show in motion?

Binary: (explaining) Indeed. It knows how to find the kernel of the operating system, which is the core of its existence.

(They proceed to the first partition, where the Linux kernel resides.)

Pixel: (peering into the files) This is where the OS lives, right?

Binary: (nodding) Correct, Pixel. Here lies the Linux kernel. Notice those configuration files? They're like the OS's guidebook, all written in text.

(They venture to another partition, finding it empty.)

Pixel: (confused) What's the story with this empty space?

Binary: (smirking) Sometimes, Pixel, there are barren lands on the hard disk, waiting for a purpose. It's a canvas yet to be painted.

Pixel: (reflecting) Wow! It's like a whole universe in here. I had no idea the operating system had its roots in the hard disk.

(They continue their microventure, navigating the binary landscapes of the computer's inner world.Pixel gazes at the screen where choices appear.)

Pixel: What's happening here?

Binary: (revealing) This is where the user picks the operating system. The computer patiently waits for a decision. If none comes, it follows the default path.

(They delve deeper into the digital code, where applications start blooming.)

Pixel: (amazed) It's like a digital garden of applications! What's the enchantment behind this?

Binary: (sharing) Here, Pixel, is where the applications sprout to life. The operating system nurtures them, and they blossom into the programs you see on the screen.

Pixel: (excited) But how does the machine know when the human clicks "start"?

Binary: It's the BIOS that senses this initiation. When the human triggers "start," the BIOS awakens, and we embark on this mesmerizing journey.

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[rarepears]

Here's an idea that can fit neatly with post canon Solo Leveling:

Sung Jinwoo goes on vacation with his family to Italy. With his sister, wife, kid - it doesn't matter who, when, why. What happens is that when they are in Rome, on a tour in the Roman catacombs, Jinwoo is... intrigued. So after the tour, he heads back to the catacombs and explores. And then he proceeds to do the same with the other Italian cities they visit.

Unlike normal humans, Jinwoo doesn't have to worry about getting lost in the long tunnels. Plus he can talk to the dead, so he tries summoning a couple dead humans to see what he can learn from them. (Does it work on souls with no mana and those who have passed away for so long? Keep in mind that sections are from 2nd century AD. But some are much more recent bodies with the most recent burials being in 1800s, so I mean, maybe?) Sections of the catacombs are unexplored; parts of them were said to have been used for smuggling and hidden activities under the government's noses.

It would be terribly funny if this is how Jinwoo runs into a couple mafia secret pathways. Unbeknownst to Jinwoo, the mafia has noticed Jinwoo's lurking. But because Jinwoo has been portaling in and out of the catacombs via his shadow summons... they can't pin him down or how he comes in and out. Gradually rumors spread... of the ghost haunting around the Italian catacombs. Some mafia men, the more religious ones, even start taking to praying to him.

And that's how Jinwoo unknowingly gets his first worshippers. Pity for Jinwoo, his shadow summons don't care to let him know of that fact and instead, encourage Jinwoo to keep exploring the tunnels. By encourage, I mean whining like 5 year old kids who really really want something of course.

#solo leveling #solo leveling ideas #sung jinwoo #manhwa #fanfiction ideas #sung jinwoo explores european catacombs as a hobby AU

[babybeel]

— midnight rain - taylor swift ♪

the human realm hadn’t felt like home for a while now.

you’d grown up on those streets, walked them a million times. and yet, your feet felt heavy, unbalanced, wrong as you took the same old routes. the tip of your shoe scuffs into the ground more times than you can count, all too used to taking large steps, mindful of the uneven cobble and winding pathways.

your bottom lip feeds through your teeth the entire way back to your house, trying to dispel the churning of your stomach, the weight pressing down onto your chest. even as you collapse into the safety of your own room, body slumped and mind foggy, nothing changes, nothing works. you’re lost in the human realm, it’s no longer yours.

the talks with diavolo begin soon after. tense fingertips tracing your pact marks, quickly receiving seven demons’ worth of warmth during the private calls. secrets to be kept for some time.

it’s only when the young prince summons the brothers to the portal that mammon falls uncharacteristically quiet, tongue dry and heartbeat quickened. the way he always feels around you.

mammon engulfs you. one step into the devildom and strong arms are wrapped tight around you, white hair tickling at your jaw as he tucks himself into the crook of your neck, pulling you further and further in. the sudden sensation is soothing and familiar, soft excitable giggles leaving your throat as you squeeze mammon’s abdomen in return.

“you’re back,” he chokes, tiny words pressed into your skin, hardly enough space between for the air to flow through.

you hum amusedly, taking in the darkness of the devildom, pulsing shadows dancing in the corner of your eye. taking in the thickness of the air, heavy pressure in your lungs never quite easing. taking in the demon enveloping you, skin pressed tight against skin as he aches to be closer, devilish no. 5 surrounding you and calming all your nerves at once.

your voice comes out a relieved sigh, “i’m home.”

#obey me #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #om x reader #om x mc #mammon #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #obey me fluff #mammon fluff #obey me mammon #om mammon #obey me shall we date #3am texts

[makingspiritualityreal]

Making Spirituality Real Astrology Houses Masterpost

Return to General Masterpost Here.

Return to Astrology Masterpost Here.

Journey Between the 12th and the 1st House

Gains of the 2nd House

2nd and 8th House Polarity - Material vs Emotional Realism

4th House - Inspiration

6th House Cusp - Your Own Personal Inner Battleground

7th house - You are Me, only you’re You

8th house -  Deepest Union through the purity of Absolute Truth

8th House Relationship Needs

8th House - Your X Factor

Why Saturn is the Karaka for the 8th House

Moksha Houses (4, 8, 12) is where we Truly Achieve Happiness.

The Gifts of Houses 2, 6 and 10 are strictly physical. The Gifts of Houses 4, 8 and 12 are strictly non-physical.

Your Emotional and Spiritual Well Being and Houses 4, 8, 12

10th House and Saturn - Personal Gain in Public Contribution

10th House - Public Pathway

Your Wealth and Its Sources in Houses 2, 6 and 10

Difficulties of Astrological 6th and 12th houses

12th House - A portal through Fantasy

12th House - The Secret Enemy you hide from Yourself

12th House Planets - Finding God through Lack

12th House Planets - Give Back to Yourself

12th House Evolution and Comfort Zone

12th House - Saturnian Slowness

The 12th House Rules the Concept of Karmic Justice.

The Key to 12th House Happiness - You already have everything you Need

Challenges of 12th house Synastry

Venus in the 12th House - Haunted Honey Pie

Jupiter in the 12th house - A Blessing in Disguise

12th House Jupiter - Subconscious Protection

When Your Chart Ruler is in the 12th house

Why 12th House Planets Require Solitude

#astrologer #astrology #astrology signs #astro observations #astro notes #astro community

[spacemilkies]

fractured confections, bittersweet absence (2/?)

pairing: Earth—42!Miles Morales x Spider!Reader wc: 4k+ rating: teen a/n: i plan to make a few changes to part one just to help the flow and clear up some points. but i'm glad everyone has been enjoying it thus far! synopsis: Miguel relies on you to discover a potential anomaly  and somehow you become it Or the one where world 42 never had a Spider-Man but then they do

previous part

Driven by curiosity, you find yourself sitting before the glowing screen of your computer, fingers dancing across the keyboard as you run the algorithm in a desperate attempt to locate him once more. The soft hum of the machine fills the room, an orchestral accompaniment to your quest. Yet, despite your efforts, the results remain elusive, leaving you with nothing but a void of anonymity.

Perhaps you are but a novice in the realm of digital sleuthing, struggling to navigate the labyrinthine pathways of cyberspace. LYLA, your ever-present companion and guide, proves to be of little assistance in this particular endeavor. Frustration laces your thoughts as you realize that the nameless void prevents you from unraveling the mystery that haunts your thoughts.

Returning from your heroic escapades, the weight of your recent exploits still fresh upon your shoulders, you find solace in the fact that Miguel was absent during your return. His absence spared you from the confrontation that lingered in the shadows, a confrontation that LYLA had deftly avoided by transporting you through the portal. LYLA, though not entirely willing, had reluctantly complied, mindful of the repercussions that loomed over her artificial consciousness as your accomplice.

In a brief moment of respite, you recall the flurry of questions that bombarded you after your impromptu rescue, LYLA’s relentless assault threatening to unravel the delicate threads of your deed. Faced with LYLA's impatience and the implicit threat of Miguel's simmering anger, you were propelled through the portal, leaving behind the tumultuous inquiries.

Yet, as the truth of the matter settles upon your thoughts, you find a glimmer of relief. Miguel remains blissfully unaware of the short visit. 

The room around you seems to hold its breath, the air heavy with unspoken revelations. The flickering glow of the screen casts an ethereal light upon your face, illuminating the myriad thoughts that swirl within your mind. The pulsing rhythm of the computer's hum intertwines with the rhythm of your heartbeat, the synchrony of technology and humanity creating a symphony of anticipation.

The visual feeds of Brooklyn flicker into the spaces of your screen. The search may have yielded no answers, but the hunger for knowledge still burns within you. In the depths of your soul, a yearning to unravel the enigma that shrouds Earth-42, a flickering flame that refuses to be extinguished. 

In the midst of chaos, where the clamor of the city merges with the cacophony of everyday life. A masked rescue, while a remarkable feat, remains concealed within the vast sea of unremarkable events. You purposefully keep your abilities subdued, a subtle dance of power restrained. After all, Earth 42, with its multifarious wonders and enigmatic mysteries, remains an disconcerting realm in Miguel's consciousness. For now it is your little secret, a fragment of existence hidden from prying eyes.

But secrets, like Pandora's box, possess a relentless allure that tugs at your resolve. The forbidden knowledge within beckons you, a siren song that echoes in the recesses of your mind. Locked away, safely out of reach, it should have remained untouched—a relic of the past, a fleeting memory of curiosity. Yet, here you stand, time and again, on the precipice of temptation, ready to open the box that holds the answers you seek.

Each time you surrender to the pull, the lid creaks open, revealing glimpses of the cityscape that sprawls before you. It begins with vagueness, fleeting glances that yearn to see beyond the surface. The absence of names and DNA samples renders your search a daunting task, a labyrinthine puzzle without a clear path to follow. The spider venom, a potent trigger for your web of connections, remains absent, leaving you grasping at ethereal threads.

In your quest to track down a twin-braided teen, your efforts yield little but frustration. Minutes turn into hours, slipping through your grasp like sand through an open hand. The lack of results becomes your alibi, the justification for the time spent in this fruitless pursuit. And yet, the yearning persists, an insatiable hunger that gnaws at your soul.

Amidst this stolen respite, Miguel breezes into the office, his presence like a gust of wind that stirs suspicion. With him, any sudden movement is enough to rouse his keen instincts, leaving you treading carefully, maintaining an air of routine as you mutter a greeting. He settles at his desk, a late lunch in hand, but his gaze, like a compass needle, is drawn magnetically to your screens. His voice, laced with a hint of concern, breaks the silence, pulling you back to the present.

"Is there a problem?" he inquires, his eyes scanning the displays, searching for any sign of discord or trouble. From the corner of your vision, LYLA materializes, her digital form assuming the guise of anxiety with uncanny realism. In moments like these, you curse the intricacies of her programming, for her expressions add an air of authenticity to the situation.

"No, just browsing," you reply, your words tinged with dryness, an attempt to dismiss any suspicion. But fate has conspired against you today, for Miguel, granted ample time, succumbs to the tendrils of curiosity. His query pierces the air, shattering the fragile tranquility that enveloped the room.

"Which Earth?" he asks, his attention fixated on the signature code embedded in each Earth feed. It serves as a swift reference point, a means to identify the known spider heroes traversing the multiverse. In this stage of your escapades, LYLA possesses the ability to discern the vast majority of them without direct intervention. Your fingers dance upon the keyboard, a silent symphony of keystrokes, while your voice mumbles an indistinct response.

"42," you finally manage to articulate, your voice infused with uncertainty. Miguel, ever inquisitive, approaches from behind, his hand gently curling around the back of your chair as he leans in, his presence almost palpable. Proximity amplifies the intensity of the moment, as if the secrets hidden within the Earth 42's web of existence are about to unravel.

"The one without a Spider-Man?" he questions, a subtle crease forming upon his brow. You can sense his curiosity, a tempestuous storm brewing within his mind, yearning for answers to questions he has yet to fully articulate. You shift uncomfortably, aware that the truth may soon confront you, testing the delicate balance of trust and the choices you've made.

"Uh, yeah," you mutter, the words escaping like an elusive whisper.

Together, you and Miguel stand side by side, engrossed in the digital dance of indicators that pop up on the map before you. Their appearance lacks any discernible pattern or rhythm, scattered like shards of shattered glass across the screen. Each blip represents a discordant note, a disturbance in the harmonious fabric of the city. The map becomes a tapestry of chaos, a visual testament to the turmoil that seeps through the streets.

In this moment of shared observation, silence stretches between you, pregnant with unspoken thoughts. Miguel's gaze lingers on the map, his expression contemplative, as if he is deciphering the hidden messages embedded within the scattered incidents. Time suspends, creating a brief pause in the symphony of life that surrounds you.

Abruptly, he pulls away, his hands clapping lightly to disperse the crumbs that have collected on his fingertips. The sound reverberates like a fleeting applause, a signal of transition. His own computer springs to life, its mechanical hum blending with the soft hum of algorithms more intricate than your own. His movements are precise, calculated, as he navigates through the sea of data, seeking patterns and connections that elude the untrained eye.

A moment passes, and then he delivers his verdict with an air of finality. "Without a canon event to lead the dialogue, there is no saving how the cards will fall." His words, though enigmatic, resonate with a hint of resignation. The complexity of the situation, the fragmented nature of the incidents, has left you both with an unsettling uncertainty, a realization that the future is veiled in an unpredictable haze.

His final comment hangs in the air, an unspoken assurance that even if he is not able to decipher the enigma that shrouds Earth 42, he will not relent in his pursuit of answers. The weight of the unknown bears down upon your shoulders, intertwining with a lingering sense of responsibility.

As you observe the vibrant chaos of the map before you, a flicker of determination ignites within your being. In this tangled web of uncertainty, you know that your choices and actions will shape the course of events, determining the fate of this realm that remains without its Spider-Man.

“Yeah, we know,” slips past your lips as a whisper, but you know it wasn’t missed. 

Miguel's final comment hangs in the air. It resonates with a solemn truth, a truth that reverberates through your very core. The world you once called home, the world that fell victim to Miguel's unintended actions, now lies in ruins, a haunting reminder of the consequences that come with interfering in the fragile tapestry of reality. The warning lingers, an ethereal specter of caution that reminds you of the delicate balance that must be maintained.

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

In a way, the conversation came with some advantages. Like a father trying to smooth over a fight with sweets before dinner,  Miguel takes it upon himself to assign you more frequent missions. A smooth way to bury the memories that have been unearthed, to seek redemption for the irreversible damage caused. Yet, even as you jump from one world to the next, traversing the vast expanse of the multiverse, your thoughts always return to that fateful event that altered the trajectory of your existence.

For a fleeting moment, you managed to accept the truth—that you were an outsider, detached from the intricate web of connections and destinies that bind the inhabitants of each world. The triggers that once tied you to the web of timelines remained dormant, dormant like the embers of a forgotten flame. It should have been enough to sever the ties that bound you to the remnants of that world, to shield you from the pain of loss and the burden of responsibility.

But a challenging thought takes root within your mind, sprouting like an enigmatic seed in a barren garden. What if, as the foreign spider hero, you are not bound by the chains of a canon event? What if your purpose transcends the usual narratives of heroism, and instead, you become a mere visitor, a wandering soul lending aid without being entangled in the intricate affairs of those you encounter? The idea tugs at the edges of your consciousness, beckoning you towards the open portal that stands before you, a gateway to untold possibilities.

All the facts lineup, logic aligns, but they fail to hold enough weight to anchor you in place. The allure of the unknown, the desire to forge your own path, calls to you with an irresistible melody. It whispers promises of freedom and liberation, of a life unfettered by the burdens that haunt your every step. Uncertainty lingers in the air, mingling with the scent of possibility, as you stand before the open portal, caught between the remnants of a past life and the infinite horizons of the multiverse.

In this pivotal moment, the choice is yours to make. Will you heed the warning, clinging to the cautionary tales of ruination, or will you surrender to the pull of the unknown, venturing forth into uncharted realms where the lines between hero and visitor blur into obscurity? The decision hangs delicately, poised upon the precipice of your soul, as you gaze into the swirling portal, awaiting the path that will shape your destiny.

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

As the surprise assignment lands in your lap, whisking you away to Earth-138, a realm where the enigmatic and unpredictable Hobie Brown donned the mantle of the resident spider-man.. The very fabric of this world seems tinged with a touch of chaos, an energy that pulses through the streets and alleys. Here, Hobie rarely seeks assistance, but the occasional nudge can coax him into accepting a hand, though he often reminds you that his aid is not a necessity but rather a choice born from the depths of his own heart.

The dialogue between you and Hobie dances upon the air, their words charged with a playful banter that betrays an underlying camaraderie.

 "You know I don't actually need your help, right?" Hobie's voice lingers with a hint of amusement, his words intertwining with the gentle rhythm of the surroundings.

 "Yes, Hobie," you reply, your voice infused with a knowing tone, a silent acknowledgement of his independent spirit.

 "Meaning that this is a gesture out of the goodness of my heart." Hobie's words cascade forth, painting a vivid picture of his convictions. 

"Naturally, Hobie," you affirm, your response adorned with a dry undertone of appreciation for his individuality.

 "See, I hear you agreeing, but I don't feel the agreeance," he playfully remarks, attuned to your distracted state.

In a moment of keen perception, Hobie notices the subtle shift in your attention, an indication that your thoughts wander towards other matters. A sly grin tugs at the corners of his lips, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. 

It takes you a mere second to crumble, clinging to the one soul who would feast upon the chaos rather than whistleblow it from the highest building. Hobie is unsurprisingly a great listener in the presence of anarchy.

Curling an arm around you shoulder, he drags you in. “See now you’re speaking my language, little spider. I knew you weren’t a goody-two shoes.” 

Sensing an opportunity to indulge in some delinquency, he suggests the need for a decoy, an ingenious solution to ensure your escapade remains undetected. 

You hesitate momentarily, knowing all too well that removing your watch would only invite Miguel's scrutiny.

 But Hobie's mind, sharp as a blade, spins its web of ingenuity. "What if you had two watches?" he proposes, his voice laced with a sense of triumph. "Same signal, new watch transmits without alerting the code." 

His intellect shines through, painting him as a mastermind of subterfuge. The corners of his lips curl into a knowing grin as he revels in the art of deception. "You're downright diabolical," you remark, marveling at his cleverness.

"I know," he confesses, reveling in the playful artistry of his scheme.

A spark of delight flickers in Hobie's eyes as he basks in your recognition. His grin widens, a testament to his satisfaction. He’s all to willing to play host spider as he draws you into a local pub, already scheming the intricacies of the proposed plan. 

˚₊𓆩༺🕷༻𓆪₊˚

Within the confines of the headquarters, the air hums with anticipation, a symphony of bustling activity. The scent of metallic tang lingers, a reminder of the intricate machinery that powers the operation. As spider heroes from various dimensions flock in and out, their presence a testament to the ever-growing ranks. The demand for dimensional watches, those essential gateways to traverse realms, remains insatiable, fueling the constant flow of activity.

Amidst the whirlwind of preparations, you find solace in the familiarity of your room, a sanctuary within the bustling hive. Here, the walls are adorned with sketches and blueprints, the remnants of countless tinkering sessions. Your nimble fingers dance across the tools, coaxing and adjusting, as you delve into the realm of technology. The soft glow of monitors bathes the room in a mesmerizing light, casting elongated shadows across the cluttered surfaces.

Feeds from Earth-42 flicker and float in mid-air, a hypnotic tableau of visual snippets. The chaos that unfolds across the dimensions, a swirling vortex of battles and adversaries, feels overwhelming. Criminals materialize, wreak havoc, and disappear into the ever-shifting tapestry of realities, making it challenging to pinpoint any one nemesis.

As you tinker, your mind meanders through the labyrinthine corridors of your thoughts. The intricate nature of the technology in your hands mirrors the complexity of the challenges that lie ahead. It's a delicate dance of understanding, a balancing act between harnessing the power within and navigating the treacherous terrain of heroic duties. The weight of responsibility settles upon your shoulders, and you find solace in the familiar touch of the tools, the familiarity of your craft.

In this quiet haven, away from the clamor and chaos, you seek refuge in your ability to navigate the technological realm without the constant presence of LYLA, your ever-watchful guardian. Here, in this private enclave, you are the conductor of your own symphony, weaving webs of innovation and possibility.

As you carefully piece together the final component of the mimicry watch. The metallic fragments interlock, each click resonating with significance. The weight of the watch rests in your hands, a tangible embodiment of the choices that now lie before you. Its presence is a constant reminder of the burden of contemplation that you carry, a weight that settles upon your soul.

In this pivotal moment, you find yourself standing at the precipice of destiny, poised on the edge of a decision that will ripple across the fabric of existence. The immensity of the multiverse stretches out before you, an infinite expanse of possibilities and diverging paths. Every step forward holds the potential to alter your own canon, to weave a narrative thread that will forever change the tapestry of your life.

The weight of responsibility settles upon your shoulders, pressing down upon your being. The burden of choice weighs heavy, for there is no going back once you cross this threshold. You stand on the threshold of a new reality, aware that the consequences of your actions will reverberate far beyond the confines of your own existence.

In this vast sea of infinite universes, where realms intertwine and narratives intertwine, the concept of immersion is malleable, ever-shifting. Spider heroes, in their relentless pursuit of justice, have shattered the boundaries of what is considered canonical time and time again. The rules of engagement blur, and you find solace in the knowledge that you are not alone in the realm of breaking immersion.

Yet, even as you draw strength from the precedent set by those who came before, you cannot ignore the stark reality that this journey is different. It surpasses the confines of mere disruption and event bending. You are a new entity, a force of change that transcends the boundaries of what has come before. The weight of this realization is both exhilarating and daunting, a symphony of conflicting emotions that reverberates within your very core.

The weight of the watch serves as a constant reminder that the time for hesitation has passed. It is now time to step forward, to embrace the unknown, and to redefine the very essence of your existence as a spider hero.

With a resolute determination, you press the sleek, fabricated decoy device against the watch encircling your wrist. The two devices make contact, their surfaces touching in a moment of connection. As the transmission begins, a surge of energy courses through the air, sparking a current of anticipation that electrifies your very being.

The link between the devices is established almost instantly, a symphony of technological marvel unfolding before your eyes. The small blinking light embedded within the watch's mechanism illuminates the darkness, flickering once before radiating a brilliant emerald glow. In that fleeting moment, the weight of your decision lingers, suspended in time and space.

Every fiber of your being quivers with a sense of suspense, each passing second feeling like an eternity. You brace yourself, prepared for the imminent arrival of Miguel, his footsteps echoing through the corridors of your sanctuary. The overlay you meticulously coded pulsates with hidden power, cloaking the presence of the transmitters when activated simultaneously.

However, even with your calculated precautions, a lingering doubt remains. The possibility exists that, with the right kind of investigation, your cleverly constructed concealment could be unveiled. 

Yet, as the moments stretch into eternity, a profound silence settles upon your surroundings. No thunderous footsteps break the tranquility, no alarms wail their warning. Not even LYLA, the ever-vigilant guardian of your domain, stirs from her digital slumber. The tension that had coiled within you, constricting your every breath, dissipates like a phantom fog.

A deep, relieved sigh escapes your lips, carrying with it the weight of an ache that had settled within your soul. A wave of accomplishment washes over you, mingling with the lingering sense of vulnerability. In this delicate balance, you find solace, knowing that, for now, you have successfully navigated the treacherous waters of deception and secrecy.

With the watch and its decoy device in perfect harmony, their hidden purpose concealed from prying eyes, you bask in the glow of your accomplishment. 

The cloak of pseudo-freedom envelopes you, its tantalizing allure sweeping you up into a whirlwind of exhilaration. In the sanctuary of your normal nighttime respite, the vast expanse of untamed possibility stretches out before you, beckoning with its siren song. With a flicker of anticipation, you activate the portal, its ethereal glow casting a luminescent veil across the room.

Stepping through the threshold of the interdimensional gateway, you emerge into a world transformed, your senses acutely attuned to the vibrant pulse of Earth-138. Brooklyn, a tapestry of urban splendor, unfolds before your eyes. 

As you gracefully swing through the labyrinthine streets, a sense of familiarity settles upon you, the symphony of your web-slinging movements blending seamlessly with the rhythm of this alternate reality. The night air embraces you, caressing your skin with a cool, refreshing kiss. The cityscape sprawls beneath you, an intricate mosaic of flickering lights and shadows.

With an instinct honed by countless encounters, your eyes scan the surroundings, seeking out signs of disturbance and discord. It doesn't take long for your keen senses to detect the telltale echoes of trouble. A group of figures materializes in your periphery, their intentions ominous and palpable. Like broken shards of shattered glass, they descend upon the unsuspecting vehicles, a symphony of chaos and destruction.

Your heart quickens its pace, a primal surge of adrenaline flooding your veins. The instincts of the spider hero awaken within you, compelling you to intervene, to restore order amidst the turmoil. The screeching of metal against glass reverberates through the night.

In a seamless motion, you descend upon the scene. Like a shadow materializing from the depths of night, you strike with precision and grace, ensnaring two figures against the side of the car. 

By the time the rest are alerted of your presence, you have the third swinging from the street light. 

And the fourth—

A dissonant note pierces through the air, and your shoulders sag with a sense of disbelief. The fourth figure, their retreating silhouette etched against the flickering city lights, abandons their compatriots without a second glance. 

“There is always the one.”

With a resolute sigh, you raise your watch to your face. Your fingertips tap against the cool glass surface and you send an anonymous tip to the local police department.

Will the police heed the call, or will their absence leave the captured criminals to languish in the bonds of their own misdeeds until the morning light? You would let fate swing that pendulum. 

The following encounters come too easily. 

A returned purse. 

A corner store robbery put to rest before it stops.

A few miscreant activities in between. 

And most recently, a pair of individuals trying to blow up a police car. 

Twin voices spew complaints as they fight against the bonds plastering them against the hood of the car. There would be no need to send off a top for this own.

Your attention, however, lingers on the webbing. In your escapades, you had left quite a bit of it lingering around the city. People would definitely talk if the evidence remained, and you were ready to give the gig up just yet. 

In most universes, the city typically cleans it up but you know you have solvent for it. 

You decide to bring some next time. 

Yes, next time. 

This was totally going to be a thing.

#earth 42 miles morales #earth 42 miles x reader #earth 42 miles morales x reader #spiderman fanfiction #spiderman across the spiderverse #42 miles morales #miles morales x reader #prowler miles

[lu-twilights-pup]

Of Dogs and Men...or Wolves and Men? Part 2

10 times Wolfie was just a dog.

Disclaimers: n/a ---

Twilight, for all his chagrin, was a rather chill person. He, of course, was goofy and could be loud and just as obnoxious as all the other Links of the Chain. Much like Legend or Warriors, he knew how to pick his moments.

Most of the time.

Maybe it was just his experience around animals, but Time knew a thing or two about animal body language. He was, by no means, an expert, but he was as close as they had at the moment. Twilight was definitely their animal extraordinaire, but he was a bit preoccupied at the moment. Not that the rancher would helpful when the observed animal was him.

With a lull in monsters and no real direction to head in, camp had been set up in some older ruins of the Captains Hyrule. It was a spacious enough place; half of a large brick building. One half covered the group nicely, protecting from weather and element, and with a cliff at their back they had no need to worry about ambush.

The missing half gave the perfect view unto the open field in front of them. Lush green grass with the occasional dip of dirt to make way for old pathways that clearly haven't been walked in years.

Wild sat over a small fire, throwing in ingredient after ingredient into the cooking pot for lunch. Time would lie and say he knew what half of the foods were, or when the cook was attempting to make. The boys lazed around camp in various states of relaxation and focus.

Sky lay resting by the opening of the wall, a slack Four lay in his side with a book in hand. A little ways away sat the Vet who halfheartedly grumbled at Wind as he fixed a tear in the sailors infamous blue tunic. Something about 'letting it get this damn bad.' Time barely heard the excuse of a really really big thorn bush. Across camp Warrior and Hyrule did a decent check over of their supplies, both provisions and healing items, budgeting out what would be needed when they made it to the next town, versus what Hyrule himself could supply with magic.

Time's own attention was taken off of the luscious terrain at the sound of dull, rhythmic clinking to his side. And in strode the beast of the hour with a large log in maw.

"Ah, back with the cub's fire wood." He chuckled patting Wolfie's head as he passed by. It had been a while since the hound had made an appearance amongst them. Time knew exactly what that meant.

"Wolfie!" Wind had called from his spot, quickly abandoning the vet and his tempered sewing.

"We thought you got stuck in the last portal!!" Hyrule piped up, making his way over as well.

Which was only half true. Those who didn't know of the dark secret thought their companions had been left behind in their last world swap weeks ago.

Setting the log down by the cook--receiving some meat scraps as a thanks--he turned tail to the field, playfully bumping into Wind on his way. Time got up from his spot, joint creaking in protest, catching the attention of the furred hero. The elder watched and waited for his first sign, which didn't take long.

First Step, ears forward. Check.

Tail up and straight. Check

Eyes wide. Check.

Leaning into his step. Check.

He made a quick motion, those who weren't paying attention wouldn't have see it, the flinch he made toward his protegee, the minor, hasty, movement that the dog reflected. He quickly fell to his front legs, back legs stretched in a playful position as he stayed stiffly still, waiting for the next move.

Time made another quick move to the side, one that Wolfie copied with a new energy.

Second Step: One more jerk behind him, as if he was to leave the camp, and the pup was off. The giggles and cheered of some of the others padded behind him, Wind and Hyrule running out after Wolfie as he took off.

Running circles around the two legged heroes, dirt and grass was kicked up in his wake as he made sharp turns and tumbles around the grass field. He dodged and weaved about them, yipping and snapping lightly at the air when his tongue managed to find its way back into his mouth and out of the breeze.

Once or twice he managed to make it into camp. His speed allowing him to bob and weave about the other Links, leaping and ducking under legs and bags. Joyous laughter filled the ruined with an echo as Wind and Hyrule gave chase, poorly attempting to catch up with him. Time was grateful that Wolfie was at least somewhat self aware enough not to knock into anyone or anything.

Third Step wasn't far behind. After a few minutes, his rush seemed to cool down. He rounded back towards camp, losing speed as he closed the distance. By time the Twilit hero made it into the cover of the building he had slowed to a loose trot. His fur fluffed as he moved, blades of grass and puffs of dirt shaking themselves free on the way before he spread his stance to properly shake off the outdoors.

With most of the dirt out, he settles himself next to the Captain who was still preoccupied by their maps and inventory that Hyrule had abandoned.

Thus the Fourth step; a grand, dramatic plop of his body onto the ground. Nosing his head under Warriors idle arm, knowing the man fidgets in his thoughts and that he would be guaranteed some attention without the actual 'attention' step. And like clockwork, the hand busied itself in his dusted fur.

Maybe not an animal whisperer, nor expert, but he knew his pup.

He also knew the captain; meaning secret step five was about an hour away when he realized how filthy his furred friend was, and how much of it had gotten on him.

#linkeduniverse #warriors linked universe #lu #twilight linked universe #time linked universe #wolfie linked universe #wolfie is adorable #wolfie is best boy

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Gremlin child activate

Content warnings: soft, safe, g/t vore, injury and description of healing said injury, slight fear and misunderstandings, communication at the end though :)

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Wilbur hadn’t seemed too fond of Tommy’s latest prank idea. Which, honestly? Kinda irked him. He knew the two were still not on the best terms, but they were close enough that a harmless prank wouldn’t result in anything bad! The words his brother used had yet to leave his mind as he walked through the arctic, pulling his blue jacket tighter around himself as a gust of snowy wind blew into him.

“Careful you’re not playing with fire here, Tommy.”

What the hell does that mean!? Quackity didn’t have fire powers, he was a duck hybrid! Unless Wilbur had meant Sapnap, in which he thinks the older male might actually like his prank. Maybe he should have gone to him rather than Wilbur. And speaking of the fireborn, he stepped into the nether portal with a sigh, shoulders relaxing as heat returned to him once more. And guess who he saw walking along one of the pathways a little ways away?

“Sapnap!” The blackette turned towards him, grinning with sharp teeth as he was approached by the teen. “Hey, Tommy. What’re you up to now?” “Got a prank I wanna pull on Big Q, but Wilbur’s being a dick.” “Oh really? Cause I was going to go see him right now.” “Really?” “Yeah. Why don’t you tell me about this prank of yours?”

And so he did, walking alongside the other as he kept his axe at the ready in case anything tried to attack them. His plan had been to try and sneak into the avian’s office and hide an air horn under his chair, so when he sat down at his desk it would go off and scare the living daylights out of him.

Sapnap didn’t say anything at first, but he worried. The whole reason he was going to visit his fiancé was because he had called in a frenzy freaking out because his instincts were starting to overwhelm him and he had no shrinking potions left or the ingredients to make them. Slime could manually shrink himself, but the mob hybrid was out of town and wouldn’t make it back for a while. “Eh, maybe not today Tommy? Q’s kinda stressed out already.” Before the blonde could whirl onto him with a groan of being ‘no fun’, he added, “But I’ve got an idea for another prank, if you’d be up for it.” “Well don’t keep it a secret, man!”

~ ~ ~

Sapnap gave an easy grin to Sam as he entered the needle, the creepertaur rolling his eyes as he approached. “Won’t he just be happy to see you. He’s been snappy with everyone today.” “You gotta give him a break, Sam. Maybe he’s getting overworked again.” A huff was his answer as the other moved out of his way. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “I’d never.” His grin widened as the creeper turned away, stepping into the elevator as his plan went off without a hitch.

Where was Tommy, you may ask? Shrunken, residing in the fireborn’s pocket as they made their way up the elevator and towards the avian’s office. Sapnap gave a singular knock before opening the door, smiling softly at his fiancé who’s head had shot up the second the door began opening. “H- Sapnap.” He visibly deflated in relief, and the beginnings of guilt tugged at the blackette’s heart for what he was getting ready to do. He stepped further into the office, walking up to the other to give him a hug. “I told you I’d come, didn’t I?” “I know, I know. I just.. you came a lot faster than I thought you’d be able to.” Keeping one arm around the avian, he pulled the shrunken teen from his pocket and carefully placed him into the other’s cup. There hadn’t been a lot of liquid in it, he checked when he walked over, and there was barely a splash as Tommy settled in the cup and ducked his head under the lip of the glass.

“I just happened to be in the nether when you called.” Which wasn’t a lie, he’d been doing some mining for quartz and gathering some more mushrooms when his fiancé had called. “Oh.” “Are you telling me you don’t wanna see me?” He gave a pout to the casino owner, who rolled his eyes at his fiancés antics. “You’re an idiot, Sapnap.” “I’m your idiot, dear.” Picking up his cup, the avian moved to take another drink before yanking it back like he’d burned himself with a yelp. His heart hammered as Sapnap chuckled across the desk, and a smaller but recognizable laugh emerged from his cup. “What the fuck, guys!?” “I-“ Bursting into giggles once more, he tried to pull himself together before turning to the fireborn. “I didn’t think it’d work as well as you said!” “So it was your idea!?“ he gave the other a scathing look, one that was not given any kind of seriousness. “Hey, I saved you actually. He wanted to tape an air horn to your chair.”

“Well, you know what? Fuck the both of you.” And with that, he brought the cup back to his mouth, tipping it back far enough that the teen couldn’t stop himself from tumbling into his mouth. It was the yell that the blonde gave that made Sapnap realize that he’d never told Tommy about Quackity’s instincts or abilities. He prayed that the other had been stored by his family members before because he knew for a fact that his fiancé was being spiteful and wouldn’t release him.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” So this was what Wilbur meant by him playing with fire. Thank god his brother had also told him about Quackity having the same instincts and abilities as he and Phil, at least his hybrid being a duck hadn’t changed that. Though now he knew how Wilbur found out, and he really didn’t want to be stored today! “Big Q, let me out!” “Mm-mm.” “Motherfucker-“ he slammed his foot into the other’s gums, yelping when he was held to the roof of his mouth in return. “Oh, come on! I actually planned on visiting with you today!” He was released, but only to be pushed back towards his throat. “Quackity!” He didn’t get a response until he’d been swallowed already, the boy squirming madly to at least irritate the avian. “Should have thought about that before you let Sapnap shrink you. Don’t worry, though, you’ll have a roommate pretty quickly.”

Sapnap stood up quickly with a nervous smile, but he didn’t make it far before glass shattered beside him and the familiar feeling of shrinking took him over. “You fucking liar!” “I wasn’t lying.” He was scooped up, the larger taking note of the other’s temperature rapidly increasing. “Foolish brought that to me right before you and Tommy showed up. He said I looked like I needed it.” Curse the god and his caring nature. Sapnap glared hotly at the avian, who looked like he was about to say something else to try and calm him before wincing and quickly dropping him onto the desk. It wasn’t that big a fall, and he recovered quickly to look up and see why he’d been dropped only to see the avian’s face twisted in pain and his hand shaking slightly. He blinked, guilt washing the fire away when he’d realized he’d accidentally burned the other. “I- sorry, Qua-“ “It’s fine, it’s fine. I have a healing pot somewhere.” Holding the angry red hand close to his chest, he began searching through the desk drawers, forcing himself to take deep breaths to try and dampen the pain. The familiar pink potion caught his eye and he yanked it out of the drawer, uncorking it with his mouth and pouring a small amount onto the burn.

He hissed, almost biting the cork in two when it immediately sizzled and sent white hot pain shooting through his entire arm. It faded fairly quickly, leaving him with a numb palm and a cool sensation under the skin of his arm as the potion finished it’s work. Corking the bottle again, he set it in the drawer and closed it, finally looking back to his fiancé who just looked like a kicked puppy. “Sapnap, it’s fine. Look.” He held his healed hand out to the other, who recoiled from it like he was scared of him. Which, ouch, that definitely didn’t leave a familiar pang in his chest.

A pang that had started when George offhandedly mentioned Sapnap’s fear of being shrunken to him, one that continued any time the other seemed stressed out between taking care of him and Karl, especially him with his instincts. A pang that overwhelmed him when his fiancé opened up about why he’d been unable to reach out the day he met and almost died to a god. “I- god, Sapnap I’m sorry. Let me find a growing-“ “No! No, it’s fine, I’m not scared of you. I just don’t want to hurt you again. I’m sorry.” “It was an accident. You weren’t trying to hurt me.” “Still.” With a sigh, he didn’t push the issue further, knowing he’d just have to team up with Karl later and make him feel better about the incident.

“So… Do you still plan on storing me?” He didn’t sound as eager as he usually did when they both agreed, which only brought the guilt from before right back. “I, no. Not if you’re not willing to do it.” “I recall me not having a fucking choice.” “You never actually told me to stop. I would have.” “I told you to let me out.” “So does Wilbur. So does Karl, and Sapnap, and literally anyone else I store if they’re trying to mess around.” Tommy was about ready to slam his foot into the wall closest to him before he was cut off by the other continuing to speak. “I.. will admit I didn’t take into consideration if you’ve ever done this sort of thing before. Do you want to be let out?”

“Will Sapnap join me if I stay?” “Sap, Tommy wants to know if you’d join him if he stays.” “Not like I didn’t plan to anyway. I brought potions for a reason.” “He said he would, Tommy.” “Send him down, then.”

It didn’t take long before the fireborn joined the younger in the avian’s crop, a soft trill escaping the larger of the three. “What happened out there?” “I burned Q on accident.” Sapnap’s eyes were glowing, which gave Tommy the ability to watch them contort into guilt again. “I mean, it sounds to me like he forgave you.” “He’s not gonna believe us, Tommy.” “That’s bullshit.” He huffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the other. With a small chuckle, he wrapped an arm around the teen, smiling when he felt him relax. “We good to nap, Q?” “Go ahead. Might be able to get some work done now.”

At least, he thought he would until his door was slammed open, the sound making his fiancé and himself jump. “Where the fuck is he!?” Wilbur looked angry and frantic all the same, looking around the office. “Who?” “Tommy! He fucking said he was going to prank you, and I told him not to. I should have fucking known he would run off to try anyway.” “Well, Sapnap ran into him on the way here.” The brunette froze, watching his face for a while before his shoulders dropped. “Christ sake, can you fucking tell one of us before you do that? At least me or Phil so we don’t think he got fucking killed or something? He’s too reckless for his own good.” “It slipped my mind, had some other stuff going on. Besides, he did prank me so he had it coming.”

“What’s going on, Big S?” “Pretty sure your brother just tore Quackity’s office apart looking for you.” “Oh for fucks sake-“ “I’d let it be. It doesn’t sound like he’s gonna force Q to let you out.” “I’d rather he leave. He doesn’t need to know about this.” The fireborn’s night vision allowed him to spot the tips of the teenager’s ears turn a bright red. “Are you embarrassed by it?” “No! Maybe. It’s weird when your family finds you in someone else’s stomach, okay? Especially since my family were the only ones who stored me until now.” Sapnap gave an amused huff. “Wanna give my storage stomach a try?” “I’d be willing to if Wilbur wouldn’t fucking ruin it again.”

“You two are the most fucking distracting people I’ve ever stored, and I’ve stored Wilbur and Karl.” “I’ll take it as a compliment, Big Q.” “Oh, you know I love you.” “Love you too. Now please let me work.” “Depends on it Wilbur’s still out there-“ “He’s letting me work, unlike you two. Take a damn nap like you planned on.” “Not if he’s still out there!” Tommy bristled. “You- okay, do you want to be let out?” “I want him to leave. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?” The avian scoffed in response. “I’ve never fucking understood you or Sapnap’s fucking humility to this. It’s a fucking natural thing, the entire goddamn SMP is aware of this shit by now. Nobody’s gonna judge you. And Wilbur wouldn’t have room to talk anyway.”

“If you’re sleeping you won’t think about him.” Sapnap offered, opening his arm again for the other to tuck himself back into his side, which he did after giving an annoyed ‘hmph’. The fireborn adjusted his temperature a bit, warming himself up only slightly. Not enough to hurt either the teen or his fiancé, but enough to lull the rambunctious kid to sleep. And sleep he did, a lot faster than he was expecting him to. Resting his head atop the other’s, he let himself drift off too.

~ ~ ~

Karl had a knowing grin on his face when the two walked through the door, and they already knew they were screwed. “So, what happened with Wilbur today?” “He came to see me while I worked.” “Mhm. And Tommy?” “Jesus Christ, he can’t keep a fucking secret to save his goddamn life can he?” “He cares, Q! I think it’s cute.” “I think it’s annoying.”

The trio retired to their bedroom, all getting in pajamas and climbing into bed, though Quackity refused to lay down yet. “Karl, we gotta talk about something.” “We do?” “We do.” He nodded at the fireborn, who cringed and shook his head. “Sapnap came to help me with my instincts, got Tommy involved and made it a prank. Well, Foolish brought me a splash shrinking potion before Sapnap showed up, so I used it against him and he got rightfully upset by it.” “Not rightfu-“ “And he lost control of his temperature and burned my hand. And now he’s refusing the accept the fact that it was an accident. So can you talk some sense into our lovable but stupid fiancé?” “Don’t call me stupid!” “Sapnap, why are you blaming yourself for that? It does sound like an accident. We all know you’d never intentionally hurt us, no matter how upset you get with us.” “If we’re gonna talk about this kind of crap, how about we talk about the guilt Quackity’s still hiding about the first time he stored me?” “George said-“ “George fucking overexaggerated it. I got a little nervous because he was glaring at me and tried to pick me up. The residual fear wasn’t just because of you, I don’t mind getting stored. Before you did it that first time? The last time I got stored was the first time Skeppy found out about it. I was a kid, guys. Everyone started panicking and I got scared because I thought I was in danger.”

All three of them were sitting up now, and both his fiancés looked shocked at the information presented to them. “Oh, Sapnap..” “You- why wouldn’t you tell us this kind of thing when we started doing stuff like this?” “Because I got over it? Like Karl got over his hesitance of doing it.” “But mine was never straight up fear!” “I.. I think we’ve just had a lot of miscommunication. Again.” “When don’t we at this point?” An amused tone tinged the avian’s words, but there was no smile on his face. “That’s why we have discussions like this. To work through this. I mean, it would be stupid to end our relationship over a silly arguement.” Karl gave the two a smile. “I love both of you a little too much for that.” “I love you two too but fuck, can we stop not telling each other important shit?” “I think that can be arranged.” Sapnap chuckled, all three smiling at each other.

Setting up the bed took a little longer, thanks to Karl being in his normal form, and it resulted in the fireborn being pushed to the middle of the cuddle pile. Not that he was complaining, he didn’t care where he wound up as long as he could lay down with both his fiancés. Though, it was a little funny that Karl could practically wrap his arm completely around Sapnap’s torso and still be able to do the same to Quackity as well, and lord knows how tangled up all their legs would be in the morning. But it was perfect for them, and that’s all the trio cared about.

#injury tw #shrunken manhunt #mcyt g/t #mcyt vore #mcyt gt #safe vore #soft vore #g/t vore

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Gatekeeper

Pairing: BamBam x female reader

Genre: fantasy / adventure / demon au / romance

Warnings: brief mentioning of past torture / blood / curses and prophecies / this has fantastical characters such as demons, elves, and gods

Word count: 6466

A/N: Welcome to the third week of Frightful October. The theme is Demonology, and this is a continuation of my story last week set in the Enchanted Forest. It is also set in the King of Demons world.

This story could be read alone, but it has a lot of nuances from the previous story that you might wish for more information on.

The King’s Sorcerer | The Huntsman | Gatekeeper | The Secret Library | Stories Told on Hallow’s Eve

A lot of entities in Sheol underestimated his role as Gatekeeper. Whenever they approached the platform that he managed, BamBam could tell their emotions would be one of three things:

1.      Shock and awe of the cascading lava waterfalls or bubbling pools that lined the pathways up to each gate.

2.      Horror, because not everyone likes lava, BamBam included – it did melt exceptionally well, and he had had one too many run-ins with lava spikes over the centuries.

3.      Disinterest in the Gatekeeper himself. Which was fine, he supposed. He wasn’t much to look at upon first glance. Much like any demon, he had decent enough looks, and if he didn’t smile too widely, no one would see the razor-sharp teeth in his mouth right away. His lithe body didn’t remarkably stand out as a weapon, and his good-natured ways often made people overlook how deadly he was.

Because the Gatekeeper was, in fact, dangerous. The King of Demons wouldn’t leave just any demon in charge of his dominion gates, and not anyone could master the precise nature of opening and closing them either. Some had to be routinely checked that they opened still, and others, well, it was better that no one ever entered them – not even BamBam. The Gatekeeper was an important role in Hell, and so many few respected it.

“Surely I don’t need permission to cross into the wild fields from the likes of you,” sneered a hobgoblin, and BamBam sighed heavily.

“No one can enter without permission from the overlord himself.”

“Don’t be so lazy. Just flick the switch!” cried a shapeshifter, throwing their hands up in the air dramatically.

“It’s not as easy as that. Besides, there are levers not switches!”

“I could run this platform more efficiently than you are,” commented a snobbish ogre, and BamBam didn’t even reply. For one, he had no hands, so unless the ogre had a telekinesis gift, it was rather unlikely the gates would open, much less run more productively than they already were.

BamBam was fed up with all the objections to his role. He was deadly, dammit! Didn’t anyone see this?

So, when a strange human dropped onto the centre of the platform, BamBam growled at the interruption to his perusing of a spicy novel. The man had the sense to leap up in fright, teetering on the precipice of a lava bed. His dark eyes scanned the area, and for a moment, BamBam thought the man would shrivel up and die at the teeth he could see gleaming in his mouth.

Instead, he groaned loudly. “For goodness sake!”

“Nothing good about being here, mortal,” BamBam slithered out, still annoyed that the man wasn’t cowering.

No, he looked indignant. As if BamBam was the one who put him out.

“I was told that portal would lead to Casaria! Where the hell am I now?!”

BamBam smirked, shifting closer to the man. “You’re in Hell.”

“Where are your manners?!” cried the fool, and BamBam frowned. “I’m a Lord. Surely you can tell! You didn’t address me properly. Oh, I’ve had the most terrible of times! First, the king promises me a princess if I go into the Enchanted Forest, and then I’m captured by fairies! Can you believe it?!”

BamBam could, in fact, believe it but the man didn’t even stop to let him speak otherwise.

“After the most embarrassing and undignified rescue by some elf creature that looks more devilish than anything I’ve ever seen, I was made to traipse through an unending landscape for two whole months! As if this outfit was made to be worn for more than a day!”

As the man heaved in a deep lungful of air, BamBam observed the once fancy threads were now in tatters.

“Finally, I’m taken to some palace, and they had three portals. I was told to go through the left, but I’ll be blasted to know which is left or right, and now I’m here. I want to go home, and I demand you take me this instance!”  

Finally, he was silent.

BamBam had a right mind to torture this man. Not only had he turned up unexpectedly from a portal that he was unaware of, he then unleashed his discourse on BamBam, who had no interest in hearing it, when he had been right in the middle of quite the saucy scene between a demon and angel in his book. For that alone, he should push him into a lava bed and see if he came back out or not. But the last time he had done that, the King of Demons had appeared out of nowhere and decided to throw BamBam in afterwards. It wasn’t an experience he’d like to morph back together from again.

And then he remembered something the man had said. “Some elf creature?”

“Is that all you take from my tirade?! Of course, Elves exist! Didn’t your mother ever read you bedtime stories about the Fae and Elves of the Enchanted Forest?”

“I didn’t have a mother,” BamBam retorted, which made the man blanch when he realised who he was actually talking to. Good. The human needed another dose of fear.

“Good gracious, with a mouth like that, I doubt she’d want to have you suckling at her bosom!”

BamBam bristled. “Now listen here—!”

“Don’t waste your breath on him,” a new, but familiar voice purred, and both males turned to look at the newcomer. BamBam couldn’t help the devilish grin that spread out his mouth.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he crooned, though he only received an eyeroll in return. At least this time you reacted to him in some way. The last time BamBam had seen you, you had acted as if he wasn’t standing by your side at all.

He should find you frustrating, and to some degree he did. But you were nightmares incarnated, and he had always had a taste for such darkness.

The mortal, however, shrieked. “Not you, again!”

“Let me tell you, I’m not much fond of you either, Lord Seokmin. You went through the wrong portal.”

“I demand to be sent back home at once!”

You looked at BamBam, a bored expression marring your stunning face. “Could you send this insect of a man back to Casaria? I’m liable to do damage if I so much as touch him.”

“Insect?! Why I ought to—”

BamBam was already over at the Other Realms gateway, heaving the lever up and to the left a smidge. He then spoke softly to the gate, coaxing it to open and show the bustling capital of Casaria on the other side. Lord Seokmin was relieved at the familiarity and with an audacious glare at them both, marched his way through until the vortex sucked him in whole. BamBam then disengaged the gate and turned back to face you.

“It’s been a while, Curse-Breaker.”

“Not nearly long enough, Gatekeeper.”

“Come now, surely you’ve missed this handsome face of mine,” he teased and grew delighted when your insolent expression twitched in suppressed humour.

You leaned forward to inspect him. “I just can’t seem to find this handsome face you talk of. Where abouts should I be looking?”

“You are the breaker of many hearts, Y/N.”

“And you should just continue working on your acts of seduction.” You nodded to his discarded novel across the way. “Angels do it for you, huh, demon?”

“There is an angel here now,” he announced brightly, then shrunk back a little, waiting to see if the Prince of Sheol had overheard him. Thankfully nothing happened, but he thought to add on just in case, “But she fell from piety for another demon, not I.”

“A pity then.”

“Alas, I much prefer your make of—”

“You know I no longer hold an interest in men, Bam,” you said whisper-soft, and had he not the hearing of a higher entity, he would have missed it. Flashes of the time he had discovered you broken in the human realm beside the floor of a lover rushed to the surface, and you hissed, as if you too were sharing the same vision. Blinking away how that had gone for you and the handsome mortal you had fallen for, BamBam carefully brightened his expression so as not to darken your mood further.

“So, where did the portal come from? It’s not authorised by the King. He’ll be mad.”

“Jaebum doesn’t make me quake in my boots, you know.”

“I should, given I am the Devil,” came the voice of his king, and you both turned to see pure sin walking towards you. BamBam snickered, anticipating what Jaebum would do over this mishap. He certainly wasn’t in trouble. A portal into Sheol was an inconsiderate choice without his permission.

However, you blandly shrugged your shoulders. “I’ve seen you naked, Jaebum. You do nothing to invoke fear into my heart. Nor are you much more than a mediocre—”

“Curse-Breaker, have some tact,” Jaebum urged, glancing between where he came from and BamBam. “My wife thinks differently.”

“So, the news is true? A human softened the heart of the King of Demons?” you scoffed, and thunder filled the air. You didn’t so much as flinch.

“Given your past at softening, shouldn’t you hold a little more respect?”

BamBam wanted to shrink back from this conversation now. He knew his lord had a temper, and from the few experiences he had in your company, it was evenly matched with yours. And whilst he considered himself a dangerous demon, he was also pragmatic about saving his skin, especially since the time the Devil had skinned him of it.

“I’ll just leave you two,” he murmured, not listening to the fight brewing, and backed away step by step.

“Hold, Gatekeeper, I’m not done with your services yet,” you proclaimed a moment later, and BamBam stuttered to a stop.

Jaebum arched an eyebrow. “Since when can you ask for his services without my permission? He belongs to me.”

“Do not act pompous in front of me. I simply came to solve an issue we had caused. If I could just be on my way—”

Suddenly the world around them was flung sideways, and darkness covered them like a cloak. BamBam, uncaring of the argument any longer, launched into action and dashed the familiar pathway back to his control centre. This was the fourth instance of this in the past week, and he needed to figure out what gate was rebelling now. Tempers now forgotten, you joined Jaebum as you both rounded to his side.

“Which gate?!” – “What is going on?”

BamBam didn’t answer you or his king, instead he watched the unrest surge towards the Ancient Realm once more. That was the second time it had done so, the other two firing towards the Human Gateway. Jaebum, having knowledge of which gate was what on the dashboard, let out a string of curses.

“Not now!”

“What is going on?” you repeated more loudly, at the same time as the ground stopped shaking and light filtered back in. You were more frazzled than BamBam had ever witnessed, which you promptly smoothed away with an insolent expression.

“The Gods choose to cause chaos simply at the worst of times,” Jaebum muttered, glaring at the skies above. “They choose to punish me.”

“Is she closer to birthing now, my King?” BamBam questioned, and for once, the Devil answered with a straightforward nod. He had served Jaebum for centuries now, and whilst the man did frighten him, he was also aware of his emotions. The tension in his body didn’t come from your unannounced appearance. No, it was because his human lover that was carrying his child was getting closer to birthing the Antichrist.

He supposed it was also a foreign sense of the unknown for his king pulling his features tight as they were. He was about to become a father for the first time, after all.

“You got her pregnant?!”

“The baby is a blessing and I’ll have you strung up if you think otherwise,” Jaebum snapped, and you had the foresight to nod in agreement.

“I don’t mean disrespect, but surely you realise changes will happen to the realms that you own gateways to. If trouble brews behind them, they will show unrest here.”

“I’m aware, Y/N,” Jaebum answered tiredly, running a hand down his face. “I don’t have the time to solve any issues right now. I have to stay here with my bride. She hardly likes me leaving her side for long as it is. The pregnancy has required more endurance than we both expected.”

BamBam saw you swallow down your retort and gave a calculated but visibly lazy shrug otherwise. “I’ll do it.”

“Do what?”

“Look into the unrest for you. Then we can be even.”

Jaebum’s expression softened. “You never owed me a debt, Y/N.”

“But as an elf, we claim debts for our services. We will be even if I do this.”

“I can’t send you through the gateway alone. Especially into the Ancient Realm. There are multiple steps to unlock.”

BamBam nodded sagely. That was one of the Gateways he hadn’t opened in centuries. He had no desire to either.

You beamed an uncharacteristic smile at him then, and if he hadn’t swooned by such beauty, BamBam should have realised it to be foreboding instead. “Your Gatekeeper is the best in all realms. He can assist me.”

“I am the best— hang on, what did you just say?!”

Jaebum grew thoughtful. “You are not wrong there.”

“I think you’re a little wrong,” BamBam countered, darting his focus between you both.

“And I’m sure many would fail, whilst he would excel in opening locks,” you continued as if he hadn’t refuted the claim.

“Someone needs to man the gates. I’ll stay here. Take one for the team. Send Mark, you trust him best, my liege. Or how about Jackson? He’s a mighty warrior. Is Yugyeom back from the Heavens yet?”

Jaebum smirked. “I’ll have my brother come and look after the gates. He knows them better than I, given he built them. Now, aren’t you always hassling me about wanting to go on an adventure, Bam? Surely, you’re curious about what’s on the other side of that gate.”

“Not particularly.”

“I won’t do it without Bam. He’s the only one worthy to stand at my side,” you announced, staring at him deeply. If he worried about compulsion working on him, he’d wonder if that was what you were doing, but instead, he marinated the word worthy around in his head.

He was a tiny bit curious now.

“Done. You both go looking in the Ancient Realm for why there is such unrest, and I will consult my prophet for any news about what is going on here. If he tells me anything, I will send word to you. I lend my most valuable demon to you now, Curse-Breaker. Please return him to me.”

BamBam glanced at his king in shock. He puffed up his chest in honour and bowed formally to the man before stepping towards his lair to prepare. Your bemused expression held, and BamBam couldn’t help but grin back. “I’ll just prepare for our journey.”

“Pack lightly. We may be gone for some time.”

“I told you that you wouldn’t need that much stuff, Gatekeeper,” you chastised after BamBam had closed the first Gate behind you. Jinyoung was the last face he saw from Sheol, and he didn’t know if he liked that or not. Your sudden chatter seemed odd too, and BamBam realised it was because you were nervous.

He supposed he ought to be too, given the place you were entering.

“Have you been to the Ancient Realm before?” he asked, and you nodded slowly. “Oh, good. We won’t need to find ourselves a guide.”

“My mother was laid to rest here,” you mentioned, blinking several times in a row before smoothing out the emotion. You did it so often that BamBam became aware of all the little moments right before you shut them out. It felt like he was in on a secret, one you let so few see.

“I don’t know much about this realm,” he admitted, walking more confidently than he had sounded before leaving Sheol to the next gateway. He reached into his pocket for the mini version of his dashboard and angled the device near the keyhole. Gears whirled and clunk inside it before settling on a shape. He slotted the key in and turned the lock.

You visibly fidgeted.

“Do you not want to be here?”

“It makes me uncomfortable. The sheer amount of power that resides here…” you trailed off with a shake of your head. “Even I don’t know what to make of it.”

“And the Gods chose to disrupt this resting spot for what reason,” BamBam mused, not really posing the statement as a question as fog seeped up around his legs. Once through another gate, he knew there was only one more, and you were teetering on edge.

He reached out a hand to touch your shoulder and felt how frozen you were. Moving his heavy backpack around, BamBam tugged out a shawl and threw it unceremoniously around your shoulders. You caught it before it slipped off and into the fog. “Thanks. And there was a prophecy once. Not told by your demon prophet, but one from my own court. It spoke of the darkest depths of the world creating new and unforeseen life causing those at rest to seek retribution.”

“You come here for your mother?”

Again, you nodded. “She needs to be our main priority whilst here.”

“What do you mean?” BamBam frowned, pausing in front of the final gate he needed to unlock. You glanced around before closing your eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N, if I’ve sullied your mood further—”

“I was meant to be queen after my mother’s death. But I have a sister, and she is much better than me in every way.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

You gave him a wry smile. “She has the nicer traits to rule Elventia with. And whilst it was I chosen by the throne on my mother’s death, I abdicated the title. Elventia would be ruled in darkness if I sat on that throne, and our people suffered enough of that under my mother’s reign. She is partially what made me who I am today.”

“Beautiful in every way?” he offered lightly, and you smiled genuinely despite your pain.

“A nightmare, Bam. And whilst I relish in who I am now, I wasn’t once accepting of my shadows, my darkness. I don’t wish my people to be either.”

“Spoken like a true leader. No wonder you and Jaebum get along so well.”

He treasured the dramatic eyeroll you gave him. “Open the gate, keeper. If the prophecy is true, we’re here to seek out my mother.”

“For help?”

You shook your head. “To stop her from seeking out the deadliest retribution.”

“Well, that sounds dangerous.”

“I thought you were the most dangerous demon in all of Sheol?” you posed, as BamBam used his everchanging key once more. He glanced at you cautiously. “You told me that, don’t you remember?”

The vision from earlier came back, and he saw a younger version of you both in that dank stall, his hands pressed across your slashed abdomen. He had talked a lot to you to distract the pain. He hadn’t realised you were listening – or believed him.

Patting his shoulder with your free hand, you gripped the shawl with the other and stepped through into the Ancients. You shot him a determined smile. “I guess we’re about to find out how true you are to your word, Gatekeeper.”

The journey into the new realm was disorienting. Much like in Sheol, the world morphed under their feet as they travelled, leading them through ruined temples, strange and dense greenery, and beside large tombs that gave him more heebie jeebies than the prophet’s lair back in Hell. He’d rather be smited over and over by Jinyoung than enter one of them. It seems like you held the same opinion when you shuddered passing another tomb.

“The Elven catacombs are where we need to head,” you announced some way into the journey, which BamBam was equal parts thankful for the information and hesitant by the thought of going underground. The mausoleum-styled tombs you had already passed were bad enough, and they seemed to be just one level. He hadn’t asked about the destination, and you seemed to refrain from giving him further information to stew over.

He needed a distraction, and fast.

“So do you seek out women now?” he asked, and for a moment, you didn’t deign a response. Then he heard you snort. “What? It’s a fair question.”

“You ask of my love life, demon?”

“What’s so wrong about being curious?”

You side-glanced at him. “Says the male who was keen to stay on his little Gatekeeping platform and not follow me here. I wonder, is it just a little bit of praise that motivates you?”

“I’m not afraid to admit that it does,” he replied, raising his chin a little. “So often am I overlooked in my role. It’s nice to be deemed worthy of something more than turning keys, pulling levers, and assisting entities across the realms.”

“You are worthy,” you murmured, and Bam grinned at you.

“And you are deflecting from my question.”

“I haven’t… with anyone. Not since my mortal lover,” you announced, and BamBam nodded once.

“If it helps, I haven’t either. Apparently, I need to work on my seduction—HEY!” He squawked when he felt hands over his waist, but you were quick to disarm whoever had started to violate him. Turning, he saw a woman in what appeared to be acolyte robes, and eight others now surrounded them.

You canted your head to the side, your elven blade digging into the side of the woman’s neck that you held. BamBam eyed each individually carefully, searching for a weak point in their defence. However, as he was good for, he started to talk, trying to lessen the threat you presented together.

“Hey guys, out on a worshipping stroll, are we?”

“You do not belong here,” one man on his right spoke, and BamBam nodded eagerly.

“You’re right, we don’t, but whilst we’re here, how about being a little more accommodating? I’d say we don’t bite, but I’m pretty sure she does, being an elf and all. I might have all these chompers, but my stomach is really sensitive, so I don’t put in food that won’t settle well. Acolytes are too holy for my tastes.”

“You talk… a lot.”

You snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“I will tell you about it. I get pretty lonely up in my Gatekeeping position.”

“Bam, you’re not helping.”

“Oh, so now I’m not helpful, huh?” he questioned, pouting for effect. He nodded infinitesimally at you, his gaze falling towards the petite redhead on the left. You tracked his observation. “I knew I shouldn’t have followed you and my king’s orders. But here we are amongst some nice people, and you want to call me out like this? Got any more robes free, friends? Maybe I’ll stop being a big bad demon and join your cause instead. Who are we worshipping? Greek Gods? Norse legions? The bogeyman?”

“Does he ever shut up?” another robed person asked exasperatedly, and Bam grinned at her, watching her step back a little at the sharpness of his teeth.

“I can answer that myself. Nope. I hardly ever do. I like the sound of my voice and especially when it’s helpful. Such as now!”

And within a blur, you both had struck – you to the fair maiden to grab someone they were protective of more than the woman you held, and he towards the leader of them all, kicking the man in the back of his leg and disarming him a moment later.

“And look at that, I’m not even out of breath!” BamBam arrogantly proclaimed, tightening his grip on the man now struggling to get out of his control.

“We aren’t what you think!”

“Considering I’ve felt a whole lot of fighting leathers under these robes, I can only imagine,” you mentioned, shedding the robe of the girl you held. She wore a navy set of leathers to a legion he hadn’t seen before.

BamBam winked. “So maybe feeling up women is your thing now.”

The exasperated look you gave him made him chuckle. You pointed your blade at another of the group watching on calmly. “Who are you guardians of?”

“We come together from the forgotten Hallowed lands. My name is Airi, and we are protectors of the Old Gods.”

“Which one are they, again?” BamBam asked, humming slightly. “They all seem pretty old to me.”

“From the lost times of our history. The first Gods that were entombed by the current Gods ruling now.”

“To be fair, I wouldn’t say that where either of us come from, those Gods rule us,” you spat, and Airi nodded softly.

“Agreed. We are here to prevent a prophesied war. If the Old Gods rise, only those from the Hallow will stand to fight.”

“This sounds like a fantasy novel I was reading just last week,” BamBam mentioned, but you shot him a glare, so he stopped with the deflecting commentary. You wanted more information.

“You know of the prophecy too?”

Airi nodded. “Many realms do now. And since the King of Demons has chosen to create new life, we are all on edge about it coming true. We are here to stop such events.”

“Two things. Pretty sure my king didn’t realise having a baby with his queen was such a bad idea,” he mentioned, ignoring the incredulous look many of the warriors gave him. “And secondly, if you’re the ones here to stop the prophecy, we’re doomed. Considering how easily we disarmed you all.”

“It was their trap to make us listen, Bam,” you admitted, loosening your grip on the woman you held. She nodded tersely, glancing at your ears, and then darting over to a comrade.

“Her ears… she looks just like—”

“Don’t. She knows who she is,” Airi stated after some unspoken moment with you. The warrior stepped forward. “We will need your assistance with the Elven Queen. She is the cause of the unrest in these realms.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll have no issue with dealing with my mother.”

They followed the warriors for some time, BamBam carefully watching each of them individually. He had noted their weaknesses and strengths by the time they got to their destination and decided he much liked Airi. The others, whilst obedient enough to their male leader Myos, seemed to gravitate towards the female more. He wondered if they put up a front by having Myos as their visible leader and Airi was actually in charge instead.

You seemed to have great respect for the woman too, and whilst he had been joking earlier about your sexual preference, he was a tad bit jealous that you paid more attention to her than him. He realised he was a creature greedy for attention and praise.

“Mr Demon,” the young maiden whispered, and he glanced at the red-haired girl falling into step beside him. “Are you truly the Gatekeeper of the Realms?”

“Well, just those located in Sheol,” he confirmed, and the girl’s eyes rounded. He supposed he had to be known of in more parts of the universe than he realised. BamBam puffed up his chest again. “It’s a big task and not just any demon can do it.”

“Wow. I never thought I’d see a gatekeeper in all my years.”

“Years? You’re what, sixteen?”

She laughed. “Five hundred and eleven.”

“But you look barely out of your youngling years.”

“We of Hallowed blood age exceptionally slow.”

“Every day is a learning day, isn’t it?” he marvelled as she giggled again.

It was then he realised a moment too late what the girl had observed whilst he had been looking at each of them about his own weaknesses. He had been easily separated from you and entered a chamber without a door once closed. He glared at the entity before him and roared.

“Let me out now!”

“We cannot let the Elven Queen rise from her eternal rest. She holds the key to waking up the Old Gods.”

“I get that and can assure you that Curse-Breaker feels very much the same!”

“Have you ever wondered why your friend was given that name?” the woman folded her arms under her bosom and looked at him critically. “Why would an elf be shrouded in such darkness if her fate was to be anything good?”

“Screw you and your ideals of good and bad. The Gods above are wickeder than any demon I know, yet we’re labelled the bad ones. You’re trying to convince the wrong choir here.”

“Perhaps, but in this case, don’t you think it strange to travel here to stop a queen that’s already dead?”

BamBam threw himself at a wall. It didn’t budge. “Again. Wrong choir,” he gritted out, searching through his panic for a way out. He had to stop, had to think.

“If the queen were to see her daughter again, do you think she would allow her to just walk away without doing what she wants? Your friend was controlled by the queen until she killed her. Do you really think she’ll allow her daughter a second shot at destroying her?”

“I’m about to destroy you if you don’t shut up and let me think!”

“But what fun! Wasn’t that what you tried to do with us?” she asked gleefully, and BamBam decided he hated her. He despised everything in this godforsaken realm, and most importantly that he had let you be taken from him. He made a vow when he found you in the stall years back that if he ever crossed paths with you again that he wouldn’t let someone harm you.

He sure as hell wasn’t going to break that now.

It came to him in a startling moment of clarity, and before the warrior could even blink, he used his nail to cut into the tip of his finger and let his demon blood well. If he was destined to be a Gatekeeper for all of eternity, he should in theory be able to open any barrier before him. He held the belief that his blood could also be a key, and it worked. Not allowing himself the moment to be pleasantly surprised by what he had uncovered, BamBam chose to rely on instinct to find you. He moved faster than he had in a long time, darting down pathways, and pressing his blood to walls that seemed to be in his way. The longer it took, the more ruthless he became until he stopped still in the middle of a room full of eternally slumbering elven elders. He didn’t have to look far to find the one who was your mother. You looked alike and yet so different that it hurt to think of all your unspoken grievances.

“You can’t believe you’re just like her,” he murmured softly and noticed when you came out from behind the lavish glass coffin. He tracked you carefully, noticing how wound up you were. “I don’t even know her, but you’re nothing wicked like her.”

“You don’t know me either.”

“So, you tricked me to come here, is that it? You needed me to open all the doors so you could come and wake up your evil mother one more time to set the prophecy in motion?”

For a moment you didn’t speak true of his suspicions, but then you looked away, and your voice trailed out. “There is a curse on our lands. I am so graciously named to break curses, or did you miss that point?”

“Your name is not Curse-Breaker. It is Y/N. And you mean more to this world than breaking curses. Your sister no doubt believes this too.”

You swallowed back down your emotions. Your expression grew hard, cruel even. “And live with the Fae curse above our heads forever?”

“You will break it another way. You killed her once, why wake her now?”

“Because she planned to use me to waken the gods. I didn’t believe in it, didn’t want to. Turns out I was born to do just one thing in my life.”

BamBam stepped forward, shaking his head at you. “I believe you were born to do many things.”

“Like what?”

“Do you need me to praise you and list off all the reasons why, right now, when we’re in a bit of a dangerous situation?”

You blinked several times but didn’t deny his statement either. BamBam expelled a shaky breath.

“Fine. I’ll tell you. I know you’re the strategist of the family. Your sister no doubt leans on your intelligence and asks you to help her with ruling Elventia. I’ve watched you in strategy meetings in the past, so don’t think I don’t know this about you. I also know you’re fair even when you’re being cruel.”

You laughed darkly. “You saw what came of that human, BamBam.”

“After the way he cut you up, I’m amazed you didn’t take your time inflicting smaller nicks into his body until he bled out. I would have been crueller than you were in making him scream.”

“Perhaps.”

“You say more in your actions than words, and your insolent, broody mask is a cover-up to a wildly sensitive and beautiful female underneath. Who craves attention, the right kind. Who wants to be helpful but can’t abandon her shadows either – the only friends she’s had all her life.”

“E-Enough.”

BamBam was on top of you now, crowding you near the coffin. “I know that I’ve always been attracted to you and that my heart sings wildly whenever you’re near. And that you didn’t need to convince me to come here, I would willingly follow you right into the eye of a deadly storm if that’s where you were heading.”

You were shaking now, and when BamBam reached out for you, you didn’t flinch away. In the smallest voice he’d ever heard from you, you said, “I don’t want to do it.”

“Then let’s not,” he replied, using his powers to lull you into slumber. He picked you up, marvelled at how right it felt to have you in his arms and then turned to leave. He knew the Hallowed warriors would be somewhere, but he didn’t care, not when he had to get you out of here. He would cut them all down before he allowed anyone to harm you now.

In his haste to leave the chamber, BamBam didn’t realise how close he was to an ornamental figure on the wall, nor how a sharp piece of it pierced your skin, two drops of blood spilling to the stone beneath you both.

You roused some days later, much to BamBam’s dismay. Looking around the room you woke up in, you realised instantly you were back in BamBam’s lair. He observed as you clicked the pieces together and gave you a shy grin. “Sorry. I figured the best place for me to watch over you was here.”

“How did we get back?”

“I carried you.” You blanched, looking at his exposed arms. BamBam huffed. “I am stronger than I look!”

“I know, but… the warriors! Did you kill them? They weren’t bad, just working for a different cause.”

BamBam could think of one he’d loved to have killed but shook his head. “I didn’t touch a single one.”

“They let you take me?”

“They didn’t have much of a choice. I created a temporary gateway.”

Your eyes rounded. “You can do that?”

“Of course, I can. I’m not just any Gatekeeper, you know.”

“And I didn’t wake her?”

“Your mother is still sound asleep, and there’s been no further unrest coming from inside the gate.”

You relaxed back onto his bed, pulling the blankets up to your face for a moment. “This scent. It lingered with me for the longest time.”

BamBam sniffed the air, frowning at which scent you meant. He was a rather tidy demon, and the blankets on his bedding were clean enough. You chuckled. “Your scent. You. After saving me, it’s all I could smell for years.”

“Really?”

You nodded. “I never thanked you for opening that gate that day. You helped me first, didn’t you? When he first harmed me. Before I tortured him. You were there before your king was.”

“I was.”

“Thank you, BamBam.”

“Thank you for not hating me for putting you to sleep in the Ancient realm. It was a chance I had to take.”

“As long as everyone is safe,” you said slowly, staring strangely at the wall. He wondered if you were connecting with your sister somehow. You relaxed again, which made him realise all was well. He had done his best and saved the world whilst at it.

“Rest,” he told you and got up, but you grabbed his hand, yanking him down until his lips crashed upon yours. The kiss was briefly intense, and his mind was still spinning even after you smiled at him and fell asleep again.

Stepping back out onto his platform, BamBam felt different. His adventure wasn’t one he was ready to take again any time soon. In fact, if the world could just stay quiet for now, he’d be more than pleased. Especially if he could convince you to spend more time in Sheol before returning to Elventia.

He was mulling over these thoughts when a sudden shadow formed over him, blocking the entire view of the platform. He gulped, looking up at Yugyeom, Sheol’s prophet. He hardly saw the entity unless there was something wrong. And by the look on his stony face, Yugyeom hadn’t quite seen a happily ever after in store for him.

“A mistake occurred whilst you were in the Ancient Realm.”

“A lot of them did, actually,” BamBam agreed apprehensively, nodding in thought.

Yugyeom shook his head. “No, one you didn’t mean to have happen. But it did. And so, the prophecy came true.”

“What? The Elven Queen didn’t wake.”

“She didn’t need to. She wished to break the curse on her family line by the daughter she created with darkness itself. Her blood was the key.”

BamBam turned to look in the direction of you peacefully asleep in his bed. He then glanced back up at Yugyeom.

Yugyeom’s eyes went unseeing, his voice dark and foreboding. “The Old Gods will rise, for Calamity has been born.”

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[archivyrep]

Restricted records, attempted record seizure, and record management in "Star Wars Rebels" [Part 2]

Continued from part 1

Ezra enters the portal in the episode "A World Between Worlds"

The enemy, the Galactic Empire, attempts to seize Jedi records by any means necessary. It is clear that the knowledge and secrets inside Jedi Temple are important, as the mystical, powerful wolves tell Ezra exactly that in Season Four episode "Dume." Then, in the episode "Wolves and a Door," Minister Hydan tells Emperor Palpatine about something he discovered in the Jedi Archives, and believes it is key to unlocking the temple. The Emperor tells him that they must seize the power within the temple itself. [1]

Reprinted from my Wading Through the Cultural Stacks WordPress blog. Originally published on Jan. 12, 2022.

In next episode, "A World Between Worlds," Ezra enters a portal into the temple, a pathway between time and space itself. Hydan later shows Sabine images he discovered when going through the Jedi Temple archive on Coruscant. His plans, and that of the Emperor are foiled when the temple is sealed. One of the best scenes is when Hydan decries that all knowledge will be lost but none of the protagonists seem to care, just not wanting it to fall into the hands of the Empire.

These episodes are some of the most intriguing when it comes to the importance of archives in the series as a whole. Clearly, the Empire sees the value of the Jedi records and they want to use them for their ends. Unlike the rebels (apart from Saw Gerrera), they are willing to do anything to achieve their goals, even if it means destroying the whole Jedi Temple to take control of the records.

What the Empire didn't count on was that the rebels would literally destroy the whole temple so that the secrets within didn't fall into their hands! Presumably the temple has any sort of backup system, as Hydan decries that the knowledge is lost when the temple is destroyed. Honestly, this is a case of bad record management on many levels. Why wouldn't you back up the knowledge in the temple in the event that it is destroyed? Apparently, the Jedi never thought of that.

Apart from the focus on record destruction, these two episodes emphasize the theme of records control. The Empire specifically wants physical control of the records/secrets. With their developed bureaucracy, a system could easily be put in place to manage the records on an administrative level and justify their seizure of the records on a legal basis, since the Empire makes the rules and regulations. They probably don't care about the intellectual control of the records, since Palpatine himself will likely be the only one who cares about the secrets of the Jedi Temple (apart from that one minister) rather than rank-and-file soldiers.

If the Empire had taken custody of the temple records, then it would become a displaced archives, as the records would have been "removed from the control of their rightful owner," i.e. the Jedi. The Empire might even flaunt the origins of the records, maintaining its provenance, spinning the "discovery" of the records as a "victory." This was all prevented by the Temple being completely destroyed.

© 2022 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

Notes

[1] He also senses that the death of Kanan Jarrus has altered the fate of Lothal, although he isn't sure how.

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[bridgyrose]

More Rose of a Feather AU if you have the time/desire, maybe?

Ruby let out a sigh as she sunk down into the apartment couch, her eyes wandering over to her teammates as they argued what kind of music to play for the night. It was nights like this that she missed the dorms at Beacon, not having to worry about anything besides school work and passing classes, the most dangerous mission they’d go on was a training mission with a professional huntsmen on standby in case anything went wrong… hell, she even missed the Vytal Festival and meeting the students from the other academies. Everything seemed easier then, and even her path to being a huntress seemed more clear. Now, everything felt like there was a cloud of uncertainty all around. Ozpin using her and her team, secrets hiding everywhere, and any time anything seemed to make sense, there was always something else that seemed to come out of hiding to blind side everyone. 

“We are not listening to that ear-drum blowing sound you call music!” Weiss half yelled angrily. “What we really need is something calming.” 

Yang rolled her eyes. “Metal isnt just sound, its art! Just because its not that snooze fest you listen to–” 

“Jazz isnt a snooze fest!”

“Then why dont we put it to a vote?” Blake asked. “Yang wants metal, you want Jazz, I… dont particularly care for either so I’m going to keep myself out of this… so all that leaves is Ruby.” 

Ruby perked up at the sound of her name as she was pulled out of her thoughts, head still spinning with questions that she needed answered. “Yeah?” 

Blake smiled at her. “Rock or jazz?” 

“Uh… jazz,” Ruby answered. 

Weiss smirked and quickly started pulling up a playlist on her scroll while Yang pouted. “Told you she’d be on my side.” 

Ruby shook her head and stood up, making her way to the door to get outside to clear her mind. She stopped when she felt Yang’s hand on her shoulder, her body practically freezing up. “I’m fine Yang.” 

“Are you?” Yang asked. “Ever since you spoke to Ozpin, you’ve been quiet.” 

“Its nothing. I just need a little fresh air to relax. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow.” 

“If you’re sure.” 

Ruby nodded and pulled away from Yang and stepped outside the apartment, leaning against the railing as she looked out towards the city. She caught the sound of a bird flying overhead and a heavy sigh left her lips. “Mom, quit following me.” 

A sharp *thud* came from next to her as Raven dropped onto the pathway. “I promised your mom I would keep an eye on you.” 

“Are… are you ever going to tell me what happened to her?” 

“I already told you she’s dead-” 

“Not what you’ve already told me, but what really happened.” Ruby looked at Raven, glaring at her. “I know you know more than what you keep telling me. So why not just tell me what you know and leave?” 

Raven looked away, letting sadness slip through the cracks of the mask she wore to hide how she truly felt. “Because I promised her that I would keep you out of this. And as I’ve watched you grow over the years, I’ve found that you’re a lot like her. And I dont need you going down the same path.” 

“Then why did you leave?! You left us alone. Yang and I only had Dad and Qrow to help us, and it turns out that you’ve been watching at a distance, trying not to get close to us! And here you are only ever talking to me instead of talking to Yang! She’s your daughter too!” 

Raven winced and sighed. “Because I dont want her to end up like I did. Like you are. Get your answers from Ozpin, and then leave him. The war he’s dragging you into is only going to end one way.” 

Ruby frowned as she watched Raven slice her sword into the air and leave through a portal that she created, waiting until the portal closed before leaning over the railing of the walkway. Of course Raven wouldnt give her a straight answer over anything, always cryptic as ever and avoiding what was really going on. 

“Ruby?” Yang asked as she walked out. “Is everything okay?” 

Ruby nodded and put up a fake smile as she turned to face Yang. “Everything’s fine. I-I’m going to head to bed.” 

“Are you sure? Its still early in the night-” 

“And we have a long day tomorrow with Ozpin. I… I want to make sure I’m ready for anything he has to tell us.” 

“He’s just planning on telling us what’s going on with that missing girl, Spring, right? How bad could that be?” 

Ruby paused in her step as she opened the door into the apartment and sighed. “I… I’m starting to think there’s more to it than just that. Something that caused Raven to run.” 

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[seranhere]

AKDHJS DANA TERRACE YOU DID NOT JUST END SEASON 2 LIKE THAT OML

IM BAWLING MY EYES WTF THIS IS CRUSHING

King, oh poor King taking this burden on himself and making such a promise. But his collar! He could wear it again and hide from the collector! Actually wait now that The Collector has a physical form that may not work anymore, also where are this kid's parents? Do stars have parents?

How are the Owl gang going to get back together though. The portal was destroyed. Actually, how did Belos even end up in The Boiling Isles in the first place? Plus seeing as how there was a close up shot of the Belos wall goo attaching to Hunter we are going to see him again. Ooh wait but Luz still has her palisman, do the others as well?? Anyhow s3 is going to be Amity, Willow, and Gus dealing with no magic whatsoever, Luz and Hunter helping them adjust but also trying to portal back most likely with the help of Belos goo and possibly the palisman(though if we really wanted to be dramatic here the palisman would hatch after they return to the Isles at the last possible moment like 15 mins left of the whole series)

Ok no but seriously how did Belos even end up in the Boiling Isles? It is obviously connected to the house, or at least the spot where the house is. Also we can infer that Belos and his brother were founders, or at the very least important figureheads, of the town Luz is in due to us seeing bits of the town back when Vee was introduced. You could say that Titan blood, or pools of it such as what Eclipse Lake used to be, created pathways between each dimension and witch hunters found a way to actually use it OR Belos' brother fell for a girl, but she had a secret, Bro didn't care about the witch part just to be happy part, witch knew how to travel between both worlds but it was tricky and could only open for so long, Bro and Witch plan to run away together to the Boiling Isles, Belos overhears, all three end up traveling through then the portrait events we see in Hollow Mind take place so on and so forth now we are here.

Um i don't know where is was going with this

DANA TERRACE I HOPE YOU KNOW I CANT WAIT FOR SEASON 3 BUT I WILL BE CRYING AND CONSUMING FAN WORKS LIKE CRAZY WHILST ALSO PRAISING THE TEAM BEHIND OWL HOUSE

THABK YOU AND GOODNIGHT

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[strawberrystreamfields]

Carolina's Journal Log 13:

We'd stayed at the Soul Riders' campsite last night after leaving Guardian's Dale. They were planning to head to Linda's apartment in Jarlaheim today, so I bid them goodbye and Rosedawn and I set out toward New Hillcrest.

A beacon of light was slicing through the otherwise nearly cloudless and unbroken sky, giving us our next destination. Following the beam of light took us up to the old paddock belonging to the Dews. Spread out around the paddock were various livestock animals, including sheep, cows, and donkeys. And of course, Mary. When will she put a fence up? Mary, I swear, please put up a fence. It'll save so much time.

After playing around with the animals for a while, we headed towards the Mirror Marshes. The willow trees were powdered with snow, and the leaves draped on the branches were coated in frost, sending out small sounds whenever the wind would cause them to collide with one another. All of the surrounding plants, stones, and bridges were covered in snow, something that was definitely an odd sight, given the usually green, slightly murky looking of the Mirror Marshes.

We passed through some frozen curtains of willow leaves, the ice brushing against us. For a moment, we stopped to look out around us. The slight wisps of clouds in the sky, the snow-covered marsh, crystal clear water, plants and ferns frosted over, and the water plants frozen, resembling icy stalagmites.

Leaving the last section of the Mirror Marshes, we jumped over a fallen log in the middle of the path, finally making our way up the hill to the town of New Hillcrest. We also happened to nearly crash into some tall grasses in the process.

We stopped to grab some snacks at Jamie Olivetree's café before continuing on our way. Our original destination was the Fort Maria library to do some research, but we veered off course. Instead, we opted to head for the Twilight Temple. Haven't been up there since that Vala, who might have been Sive, chased us after Mrs. Holdsworth lost her research. And Jay. Can't forget Jay.

After we reached the Twilight Temple, we looked out toward the Fort. The tops of the towers were dusted with shimmering white snow, as was the ground on the hilltop surrounding the Fort. The Twilight Temple and its own surroundings looked straight out of a fantasy novel. Could this place be tied to the Vala?

We carefully headed back down the hill before heading toward Fort Maria. Slipping between the pair of boulders that disguised the hidden path into the Fort, Rosedawn and I calmly headed up to the entrance of the tunnel. I dismounted, leading Rosedawn beneath the cover of the tunnel. I gave her some water and a couple of carrots before heading into the library.

After about an hour of sifting through books on Jorvegian myths and legends in the entrance-like area of the library, I headed down into the main section of the library. I wonder how long it would take to read everything here. Nevertheless, I took the staircases down to the lowest level and began looking through the bookcases. I was able to track down a couple more books on myths and legends, settled down in a chair, and started reading.

Putting back the two books I'd been poring over for the last few hours, I headed down into the secret tunnel that had previously been hidden behind a couple of gargantuan bookshelves. The dark, mystical tunnel had an air of magic and mystery about it, the overgrown vines hanging down from the ceiling only adding to the effect. I rounded the corner and gazed down into the main room, straight into the aquamarine-blue portal hovering in the center.

I stepped down the staircase slowly as I entered the temple-like structure hidden within the ancient library. The glowing lotus-like flowers floated in the shallow water as I strode across the stones forming a pathway to the portal. The portal itself looked like it was being held up by a pair of tree limbs. Where could it lead?

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[thespoonisvictory]

I posted 5,874 times in 2022

1,359 posts created (23%)

4,515 posts reblogged (77%)

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I tagged 3,314 of my posts in 2022

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Longest Tag: 140 characters

#like yes niki enjoys a good drawn out seagull eating bit and phil will do unhinged tts but who else would rp being stuck in a public library

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

ok fine I’ll say it. a good portion of dsmp streamers don’t care about the story and maybe arguably they never understood the enormity of what certain people on that server were trying to create, the integrity they were trying to maintain in it. they see clicks, engagement, and an endlessly appeased fanbase that will accept infinite promises and excuses, and as long as you still click on that stream they aren’t going to care. the farthest a good half of them got was “this seems cool” and then they streamed it and we took that and wrote fun analysis and did fanart. and as long as we all know that and accept that george and sapnap do not care or even understand why tommy’s house is so important, that’s fine. as long as we get that certain streamers only bring it up to promote merch and others only bring it up to pull attention back, and we agree to watch anyway because it’s fun, that’s fine.

but it breaks my heart seeing fans confused and heartbroken because they have to keep realizing that the vast majority of these guys don’t care about this server in that way anymore

1,528 notes - Posted June 27, 2022

#4

the manburg arc being set during the transition from fall to winter like ok you hadestown over the garden wall bitch you really thought of everything didn’t you

1,850 notes - Posted April 26, 2022

#3

I enjoy period accurate costuming but people who get mad at inaccurate but absolutely intentional choices in period pieces drive me up the wall

2,773 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

#2

the new minecraft lore is like:

there are no mobs in the cities. something is stopping them; something is either killing them or maybe even they know not to venture down there, that it’s too dangerous.

but down there, there are candles. there are wool pathways. there are redstone lamps. whatever civilization lived down there was smart, much more advanced than villagers. they had thick walls, and figured out that wool kept Wardens away, and made enchantments to allow them to run quickly and quietly. they had nether blocks, basalt and soul fire, and their buildings nearly resemble nether fortresses, or bastions. there were whole communities that thrived in spite of the threat, until they didn’t, of course. 

did they live in fear of the Warden? if so, why didn’t they leave? could they leave? did they try to make a portal to do just that? their cities are intricate and their floors are lined with wool that children could run across and stumble over without worry and did they whisper, constantly? did they teach children legends of the beasts that would come if they didn’t quiet down? did the children believe them? did they make candles on holidays and dare each other to set the skulk sensors off with small dripstone pieces? did they keep bees, or did they ration their wax carefully, trying to learn the secrets of redstone and soul fire to keep their lanterns burning before they ran out? how far did they get in their knowledge? why didn’t they leave? what were they staying for, what were they trying to find with that portal? 

why didn’t they leave?

5,025 notes - Posted February 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I just. maybe I should be mad but I’m not. Wilbur Soot is a cunt and this was a story about suicide and blue sheep and sunrises and utah and I love that he took a deliberate move to make it campy and insane and like all of the most memorable bits from this stupid server it is full of heart! his mom is a fridge! he fucked a salmon! tragedy and grief render everything around them obscene and hilarious and the fact that this story ended in such a silly way is the ultimate fuck you to c!wilbur’s mindset that he is some ultimate dramatic evil. the world is ridiculous! you have to forgive yourself! suck it green boy! 

7,567 notes - Posted September 3, 2022

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[eggsinvest]

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