Chapter 7 of my MHA MonoMinari fic BibliophiLe is up.
It's Monoma's birthday!
Everyone loves a birthday, right?
Only... Monoma's birthday just got a lot more complicated.
Birthdays aren't nearly as fun when you are realizing new aspects of yourself that contradict societal expectations.
Kaminari Denki is very much not what Monoma had planned for.
We have existential crisis after crisis! A villain fight that turns horribly awry! And the sweetest and saddest exchanges of "Happy Birthday" that may leave you as forlorn as I was after writing this.
I wasn't going to share this week, because I feel like people are tired of Miranja - and me. But I can't help myself. I just hope that @thequeenofthewinter will forgive me for this snippet. This is a different Ulfric in a different reality. ;-) And yes, @dirty-bosmer, there's your favorite line again, haha!
Just got home from work and haven't checked my notifications yet, so I don't know who, if anyone, has tagged me yet. I'm just tagging everyone. :-D
When Miranja entered the Palace of the Kings, Ulfric and Galmar were heading into the war room. She followed, waiting for a break in their conversation so she could address Ulfric. To her surprise, he spoke to her first this time, a brief but unmistakable glint of lust in his eyes. “If it isn’t my ‘friend’ from Helgen again. You just can’t stay away from here, can you?” His curious gaze traveled down her body and back up again, surely wondering what she was wearing beneath her long wool cloak. “So, have you finally decided to join me in the fight against the Imperial dogs who nearly put you to death?”
“I’ve come hoping to join you, yes, but not in the war.” Miranja swallowed, feeling a little ridiculous now that she was here facing him. Hopefully, the worst he’d do was tell her no and laugh her out of the place.
Ulfric became irritated. “If you’re not for me, you’re against me. What are you talking about?”
Miranja glanced self-consciously at Galmar. “Could I maybe talk to you in private, please?”
Ulfric, too, glanced at Galmar for a moment, then turned back to her with a puzzled, expectant look. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Galmar.”
Oh, that wasn’t what she wanted. For a moment, she considered just leaving. Maybe she could try again some other time, when he and Galmar were not together. But when had she ever seen them apart? And she was wearing her most attractive dress and a little makeup… She gathered her courage, took a deep breath, and forged ahead, removing her cloak as she spoke, revealing her tavern dress and a large portion of her rosy flesh.
“I’m just going to come right out and say it. I’m sure you have dozens of women who throw themselves at you already, but I just want to tell you that I find you outrageously attractive and I’d just like to sleep with you if you’ll have me. Selfish, yes. But there has to be a little pleasure to break up the monotony of misery and death.”
Ulfric looked surprised and actually laughed, and she prepared to be ordered out.
“You’re absolutely right.” Ulfric smiled, and Miranja was gratified to see that lustful twinkle back in his eyes. “You have more stones than Galmar over there. And you’re a lot better looking, too.”
Galmar grumbled and voiced his misgivings. “Ulfric, this Imperial harlot may be a spy, sent to get close to you to assassinate you. Don’t let your little head think for your big one.”
Ulfric had started reaching out to touch Miranja’s hair, but he stopped at Galmar’s words and dropped his arm. “Would you like to search her first, Galmar?”
“She’s the Dragonborn,” Galmar pointed out. “She doesn’t need a weapon to kill you. You, of all people, should recognize that.”
“Ah, Galmar,” Ulfric sighed. “That is why you are my right-hand man. I bow to your counsel. But there is more than one way to have a woman. Bind her and gag her.”
Miranja had figured that going alone and without armor would make her appear less threatening, but she obviously hadn’t thought this through as well as she should have. She honestly had no intention of assassinating Ulfric – yet – but of course, they wouldn’t know that. And she’d left Erik back at the Candlehearth to wait for her, so she was on her own here.
Ulfric stepped close and held the back of her head while stuffing his handkerchief into her mouth with his other hand. Galmar roughly grabbed her arms, and a Stormcloak commander she hadn’t even noticed was in the room tied her wrists snugly with a sturdy leather strap and a clever knot. Having her arms tied behind her back forced her chest out, and Ulfric’s eyes shifted downward, but he continued to hold her still while Galmar went on to secure the handkerchief in her mouth with another leather strap stretched across her mouth and tied behind her head. He wasn’t at all careful about it; her hair was caught uncomfortably in the knot and pulled when she moved.
Now Ulfric took hold of the lock of hair he’d been reaching for, lifting it to his nostrils and smelling the lavender she always used. He leaned in closer and nuzzled her ear, sucking on the flesh of her neck. Her heartbeat quickened at his closeness, his warmth, his lips on her skin, the scent of him, masculine but not sweaty or rank.
“I prefer my women to be blonde Nords, but you’re still a comely lass,” he murmured throatily, pulling her against him so that she could feel his erection. “And just the very idea of the future High King and the Dragonborn… mmm… This will be a very pleasant diversion, even if the bards can never compose a song about it.”
Maggie: Oh my god I’m so sorry Lady Jane I didn’t mean it I’m sorry I wasn’t watching my feet-
Jane: Maggie, love, it’s okay!
Maggie: No I should have been watching where I was going I should have been watching my feet I would never have done this if I was just paying attention Lady Jane you know I would never disrespect you I was just clumsy oh my god I’m so sorry are you okay did I hurt you-
Jane: Honey, I’m fine.
Maggie: You’re not fine???
Jane: No that’s not what I-
Maggie, speaking at a hundred miles per hour: Oh my god oh my god oh my god Lady Jane I’m so so sorry I can’t believe what I’ve done I’m so stupid I should have just been looking where I was going now you’re hurt and it’s all my fault oh my god I’m sorry I’m so useless and stupid I hurt one of the queens now the show will get canceled and everyone will lose their jobs and be homeless all because of me oh god please cut off my foot it’s the only thing I can do for you without making things worse
Jane: Maggie-
Maggie: CUT OFF MY FOOT LADY JANE
Jane, frantically trying to calm her: BESSIE YOUR CHILD IS HAVING A MELTDOWN
Riley tilted his head to the side. “Well, let’s not jump to death right away.” As the king of gratuitous all-nighters, he felt he had some leverage to comment on her rash decision. “You could take a shower and have a full night’s sleep? Or you could ask someone to help you out? I mean, that’s just me shooting the breeze.” He shrugged and went back to his typing without any sense of irony.
Hermione pursed her lips, she had done what she could do to try and stop what was happening. Still, there were only some choices that were left to be made, and one was to accept her fate. She had run from it before, and she couldn’t force other people to be hurt by asking them to help. “I’ve asked for help, but often there are choices that have to be made that aren’t easy. I’m not sure what a shower and a full night’s sleep would do...”
Rash decisions, we all make them once in our lives. But my neighbor is on another level. She clearly does not Think about consequences or long term.
Yesterday we exchanged glances. She clearly did not like that. So she trimmed her tree, in order to move her ring camera closer to the street so that she can see who drives up THE block. (She thinks she owns the whole block.)
Just because I looked at her.
As I type this, there's a tree cutter on the phone talking about cutting the tree down altogether. 🙄. I highly bet she's gonna move the ring camera that is on the tree to look directly into our yard 24/7.
She's the one who calls me names. Told me that I'm the biggest piece of shit on the face of the planet AND I am a waste of life. Then she plays the victim.
Welcome to my first post everyone! This post is just going to talk about who I am and general formalities I suppose.
To start off, My name is Dorothy. I am a 23 year old dog mom who decided to start this blog as a outlet as I do not have the money for therapy lol. I mainly work in veterinary medicine and absolutely adore what I do and am trying to make a career out of it.
In my free time I often watch Anime, Roleplay, and have been planning cosplays that I would eventually like to make. I also love to watch horror movies and crime documentaries/ TV shows. I also write short stories and am deciding on if I wanted to start writing books as well.
My two dogs are named Moo and Sriracha. They are cattle dog mixes who came from the same litter and are about 3 months old at the time of this post. These two are the only things that have kept me sane during my time living in Colorado as you will soon hear about.
I would like to say that in future posts, I will either abbreviate names or change them completely to keep those who I mention anonymous. I have not completely decided yet. The only names I will not change will be my dog's if I do make more post about my fur-children.
Future posts about my life are real experiences and I will post warnings to certain posts I believe may be triggering to future readers. There also may be posts ranting about certain individuals in my life. As I said this is my outlet.
I am in the mood to make a quick decision about a new tattoo and I just found an artist. Lmfao wish me luck on not scheduling an appointment this week 🤦🏼♀️🤷🏼♀️ it's been 2 years since my last one
