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phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess · 3 months ago

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Less fucked up idea for balance.

Alastor went missing for 7 years because he figured out how to escape Pride and went to explore the other rings.

Then one of the Sins recognises him when Lucifer posts a photo of the Hazbin Hotel in the Sins group chat.

Real question, did Alastor behave or leave a trail of chaos behind him in Wrath? Or dominate at eating contests in Gluttony? Or screw over people in Greed with deals?

LUST

He was well-behaved in Lust and Asmodeus thought the man got along well with his Fizzy frog, so he just let it be. In Lust, despite his hesitations, people there actually are very into consent and don't touch him if he doesn't want it. He wonders why he didn't visit here earlier... but does make the accquaintance of a number of hellborne there that would dazzle even Angel, if he deigned to get a phone.

He doesn't have one but gives people special runic instructions on how to contact him via any audio device (preferred radios) if they need his attention. It can come through his staff, or a radio, but in a pinch he can mentally tap into the airways to query them. His antlers double as radio antennae after all.

I like to think he tried on local attire, in a nonsexual way, and has a few items floating about his rooms just because they feel good to wear. He picked up Niffty a very concerning ballgag she wanted (had drawn her request specifically) that was signed by her favourite singer, Verosika - lovely young woman, needs to get ovver that ex of hers.

GLUTTONY

I always loved this fanfic where Queen Beez is the patron of cannibal town and has a real pal relationship with Rosie and Al. They'd get along as long as she doesn't spring a hellhound party on him. They'd be chaotic, she can whip up any food, she's full of energy, she likes to dance, he can play music and dance and grow just as big as her, they cause unintended destruction trying to outdo one another in a friendly way.

GREED

He finds Mammon obnoxious as hell and too like Vox, so he causes irreprable damage to Greed. Mammon still has posters strung up looking for that Red Deer Fucker, wanted dead or alive for an actual amount of money (but its mammon bucks soooooo).

Mammon is still finding tech that got fucked over by the deer, he's furious. Not to mention the clown comp stage burned down and these weird fuckin' doll things keep appearing and biting him. He can't rove its the sinner, but he's pretty sure.

Also he ate a shitload of those mafiosos down there, destabilised a few families and the power struggle left a vacuum. Mammon's pretty sure the dickhead managed to get the new heads of household into deals. But they won't squeal on the deer.

ENVY

Envy was a delight, though. He'd never had the chance to go to the seaside as a young person... too far. The bayou was all he knew. Leviathan, both of them, enjoy his faint envy and awe at the whole mess. He's a little ticked when they throw him into the ocean as an introduction, but overall he's a polite enough guest... Besides, when they get annoying, he's good at twisting them into an argument with one another.

WRATH

Had a BLAST in this realm. Fighting is encouraged, and he got the chance to throw hands, as the youth say, with opponents who were as spirited as they were deadly. Delightful!

He can't say he cares for the Western aesthetic, but families eeking out an existence in the middle of nowhere, raising crops against adversity does feel resonately familiar to some extent.

Alastor does find Satan to be a bit of a pompous blowhard, who dislikes being challenged, but let's be real... of course he challenged him. Verbally and physically. Satan did drop his abilities slightly to meet him head on for a fair fight, but it was definitely a one of a kind throw down.

As long as you can laugh at the end of a bout of fisticuffs, and most of your teeth are still in your body, then it ws a good match. He also now knows what a Sin tastes like (not that Asmodeus didn't subtly offer a different kind of taste, but he was gracious about the decline).

Satan did get annoyed when Alastor decided to start challenging him while he held court over minor matters, but didn't try to smite him. He did allow Alastor to eat one of the convicted goetia, though, so he assumes their camaraderie is in good standing.

SLOTH

He had to dodge constant psychoanalysis and offers of support from the Baphomets and their sleepy sovereign Belphagor. Lovely creature, seems to always be teetering between consciousness and wakefulness.

She did offer more than a few options around his consistent issues - like the headaches his radiowaves caused, being a perpetual receiver can cause some challenges- and upgraded his monocle from accessory to active colour-correcting aid.

She really tried to talk him into therapy but... no dice.

He dodged her, and she took notes. They had cordial conversations and he enjoyed the stay, it had an air of tranquility one couldn't find in any other ring. Especially not pride.

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He mostly enjoyed (especially with the upgraded monocle) seeing any colour other than saturating red. Oh he loved the colour, don't get him wrong but... seeing yellows and purples and blues and oranges again was delightful. Green wasn't too bad, but it was the wrong sort... he preferred the greens of his bayou, not caused by toxic fumes and dissolving bodies in acid.

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PRIDE

Lucifer wants to fulfil Charlie's wish for a team photo, and all but chains the red fucker into the photo. He pins the guy in place with some sneaky magic and waves off the distortion, there, that'll fix the mysterious bad boy nonsense he's going on with.

Alastor's smile is less genuine in the first photo attempt, you can tell he's plotting murder towards the king, it's the eyes... so Charlie asks for another attempt and begs Al to at least look like he wants to be here... for her? please?

Lucifer knows the efficacy of those luminous eyes.

The deer capitulates.

The photo is framed and on the wall by the time Lucifer remembers that his phone is doing a breakdance on his desk right now, notifications pinging from the group chat given they survived an extermination. He grimaces and swipes it open.

There's a lot of questions to answer... but he does eventually dwindle them down to Manageable.

To stall having to explain about each member of the hotel, until he can remember if he has the right names to sinners ratio, he posts the photo and talks about Charlie's team.

"R U FKN KIDDING M3?! THAT's WHERE THE CUNT IS?!" Mammon texts furiously.

"Oh hey, tell Al hello! I haven't seen him in a few years, but he's always welcome to come par-tay! I want him to meet my new boyfriend, Tex, he's super into older music and I think Al can help him with that." Beez replied, adding confusion to the whole situation.

"Oh, tell him to drop by my palace, Fizzy and I miss his jokes. For an ace in the hole, he can tell a joke that would make nuns combust!" Ozzie adds, with about 18 emojis including a nunlike thing and fire.

"He's not that great." Levy "Oh shush, you disliked that he liked me more." Levi "Did not." Levy "DID TOO!" Levi

"Stop it you two, or I drop you from the chat." Satan "Yeah, I reckon I recall him... we fought once, it was a real good time getting to let loose and take on a skilled opponent. If he wants to mosey down to Wrath, he might like to meet my... friend."

"Oooh, the cute little therapist?" Beez teased.

"Ain't like that." Saan denied.

"A redemption hotel, you say? Funny, he refused my every effort to get him to try therapy..." Bel addded, muddying the waters.

Lucifer felt as if his brain had been gently switched out for a dial up modem. there was blank screeching behind his eyes.

"What the fuck are any of you on about? He's the daughter-stealing asshole bellhop hotelier something or other at Char Char's hotel, and he's a SINNER. They can't leave Pride, you must have mistaken him for a hellborn or something." He typed, furiously.

"Nah, that's him. Sounds like an old timey radio host? Hilarious? Willing to throw down for the heck of it?" Beez replies.

Lucifer is trying to work out how someone slipped through his wards to another Ring. Not just that, but to MULTIPLE other rings? Oooh this was bad. What if he's just the one Lucifer found out about? He needed to check the Ring seals.

"That's not possible. and if it was, then we have a big problem. Because if Heaven finds out Sinners are dribbling through to other Rings, they'll demand to exterminate in them... and I can't trust your hellborns will be safe. They're barely kept safe here, and now the accords are broken..." He was hyperventilating.

"Good news then, mate, give me the fucker and I'll just torture the information out of him, ey?! He fucked over my ring and left it in shreds!" Mammon seethed in the comments.

Asmodeus responded with a number of laughing and suggestive emojis. "Did you want me to send you something designed for rough play, Mam? Sounds like you two got freaky."

"FUCK YOU Oz, you keep ya smut outta my face and my business. This is about cold hard cash and the revenge I deserve because that cheeky fucker ruined a lotta my holdings." Mammon

Lucifer wondered if he could just banish the demon to Greed, and pretend to have not seen him if Charlie asked. But she'd find out, and she'd be so Disappointed...

actually, did sinners reform if they were outside Pride? Hell of a risk fighting others without knowing. The bellhop was insane, though.

"No one's getting the deer. If anyone gets to smite him, it's me. He dropped a PIANO on me and called me a bad father the first time we met. I have revenge dibs. Now... tell me everything about how he got into your realms and when. Need to trace his path and find out how this happened." Lucifer.

"Okay, so I think it was 6, 7 years back..." Bel started to type.

Over the course of several exchanges, Lucifer's brow furrows deeply. This wasn't... possible. This was ridiculous, even. How did a Sinner get so far into other Rings without triggering an alarm or failsafe?

How had he done it?

His phone vibrates with an incoming dropped message.

The group chat goes silent a moment, as whatever it is tries to open on Lucifer's phone, and he's forced to watch snippets of the battle they just fought plastered on screen.

The chat goes wild as Adam's girls try to hurt Charlie and her sinners.

It stops, except for some very pointed emojis of true delight from Mammon, as Adam and Alastor's battle is broadcast... and then it shows Adam targeting Charlie directly. Her attempts to force the First Man back, and the moment Lucifer intercedes.

Lucifer notes the voxtech logo at the base of the screen. Stupid voyeuristic bastard didn't think to help, only slander. And here came the 'incoming news report' about Hell's useless king finally stepping up, the princess being a hypocrite because she used violence, the fact they brought it on all of hell by starting something with heaven, and then a long monologue about the deer being a has-been and up for anyone to kill.

"Luci, do you know if Alastor is alright? I can make space in one of my side wards for him, if needed." Belphagor starts.

"Nah, let the bastard die, natural selection." Mammon counters.

"Oh stick a turkey leg in your mouth and shut the fuck up, Mam. Some people can care about others without financial incentive, you know." Ozzie retorts. There's no love lost after the Fizzarolli situation. "Luci baby, is Al okay? Do you want to send him here? I don't really understand your Ring's rules, but I don't think sinners are going to let someone that powerful be injured and not try to take advantage."

"He can drop in here, I'll even turn the music down so he can chillax!" Beez offers.

"No, he should come to Envy, it's safest. And we will have our teams start on an anti... Voxtech? campaign immediately. How dare that television say such things about you and Charlie, they're just hjealous!" Levi adds.

"Indeed. We can taste it. His desperation to be adored and noticed by your deer, to throw you into the mud and raise himself high. It's delicious, and revolting." Levy replies.

"I'd appreciate that. I don't... know how to fix this little media stunt without smiting, but I fell like he'd get what he wants if we tried that." Lucifer admits.

"Level headed is the only response we can give. The King has to be seen as above such nonsense... and the guy knows he can rile up Charlie, if he wants, based on that whole interview last year. He owns a company? Get the goetia lawyers in there, tangle him up in legislation so he's brought before me. I think I could be clear headed enough to sentence him." Satan typed out.

"Okay, but if the deer dies, I want his corpse. Gonna make a point to the little money makers in my ring that we don't fuck with my profit margin and live." Mammon tapped out.

"Oh shut it, Mam, no one cares about you or your greedy bullshit. We're dealing with a real problem right now." Beez snaps back. "Lu Lu, one - send me the deer. Two, we gotta get a good Pr spin going, and I can help with that. Gotta dress up Charlie's little hotel and make it pop, you know what im saying?"

"I can send real doctors and therapists to support her dream, but I would need a guarantee of their safety against sinners. Normally I would bind them under you or Charlie... possibly even Alastor, as he has always taken care of his thralls, but right now I think that may make them targets." Bel said.

"I'll put my sigil on them, anyone who tries something will be eviscerated at the first thought." Lucifer responds quickly. It's simple magic. Sinners reform. Maybe they'd think better of stupid decisions after that little number.

"I will make arrangements. Now, send the deer to one of us." Bel shot back.

"Listen, I'm the king of hell but I don't have enough power to out maneouvre his level of sheer stubbornness. He'll tell Charlie I'm sending him away or something, and that'll upset her. And I also have no idea if the reformation magicks of Pride follow sinners to other rings. If he dies, assuming I can get him to you consensually, it might be permanent." Lucifer replied, already wondering how he'd break that to Charlie. She really was quite attached.

"Okay, what if we come Get Him?" Ozzie offered. "Chance to see Charlie, and oh look, hey al! Haven't see u in ages! Either he says yes to coming with one of us, or Bel can zap him."

"I dislike using that ability, you know that." Bel.

"I know, I know, but thee rights of the patient are to like, not die. Again. Right? And he's stubborn, but a lot of fun. Plus isn't he one of the top overlords? That'd fuck up Pride in more ways than one." Beez

"Are we talking about the same uptight ancient radio guy? He's an asshole." Lucifer

"Or, you ticked him off and triggered his nasty mode... I've seen it when people are dismissive to him or those he gives a shit about. And you... haven't been a real people person for a while, Lulu babydoll, you know we love you but you've been a bit shut in, right?" Beez.

"No, he just came after me from the start!" Lucifer

"Well, whoever he chooses to leave with can simply ask later on, and we shall delve the truth after that. Now, can you provide a portal for us to enter a location suitable for our size?" Bel.

"Us first." "Us first." said Levi and Levy.

"Do you have to? I could just try to heal the idiot myself. Give me a minute to ram him through a few layers of concrete, and when he's out I'll see what needs healing. He's not even showing any sign of it, this could all be for nothing! Fucker turned up after the hotel was rebuilt and joined right in Charlie's little song about a happy day in hell!" Lucifer. Followed by ten emojis of frustrated faces.

"Luci, chill. If I know anything about the guy, and he spent a while in my Ring... I mean, my territory. Then I can tell you he's one heck of an actor when he wants to hold something from you." Ozzie.

"FINE. but if you try anything Mammon, I'm willing to smite you. It's been a long few days and my temper is very frayed right now." Lucifer adds, flicking a wrist and opening a very large portal in the entrance. Startling Husk and Angel, at the bar, who had no contexxt for why the Sin of Envy was stepping through, nor why she was followed swiftly by a number of others. Including Mammon.

Angel was gaping at Ozzie, clearly star struck. this was who Valentino wishes he was, the raw charisma rolling off the guy was... wow.

"Luci, lovely to see you! Come here!"

The King s summarily used as a squeaky toy as he is hugged into submission by everyone sans a pouting Mammon.

Charlie bounds in, having heard familiar voices, and screeches in delight. She hurtles herself at uncle Satan so hard and fast he has to take a step back even when braced for impact.

She flits between them, dragging her blushing beauty beside her. Vaggie seems to be uncertain how to deal with More Family after the abrupt affectionate way Lucifer had met her. She seemed dazed.

"And this is my hotel, we just rebuilt after the battle and... I'm sure you saw the video... but we won! And we had two overlords helping us, one is Rosie from Cannibal Town and the other is Alastor, the Radio Demon - he's staff and helped me get this project off the ground!"

"Oh, I know Rosie and Al, from the annual Hunting Feast. You should come along, little duckie, I think you'd like it..." Beez takes note of Lucifer's frantic attempts to get her to Shut the Fuck Up.

"The what?" Charlie frowns.

Beezs gives Luci a LOOK. because this was a well known event. C'mon, coddling much?

"It's a Delightful little DIY style banquet. You do have to hunt your own sinner, but there's help to butcher and prepare them if you're new to it. Some families prefer to do just one kill and share... you always put some on the table for everyone to sample, though." Alastor explains, swirling out of shadow.

"There's the Cu-[clown honk]! You ate like half the crime bosses supplying me bribe money, AND you cheeky fucker, you destroyed my competition stage!" Mammon loses all composure and looms over the deer. He's clearly furious, and Al seems more amused.

"Oh do unclench, the new ones installed are far more intelligent than the last mafioso cliches you had." Alastor waves him off.

"Smart enough to work out how to jip me of my rightful takings you mean!" Mammon snarls, "And don't fucking think I don't know half of em are under your control. I don't like when deals aren't giving me money."

"Why? You literally have the most in all of Hell and nothing to spend it on, and no item or service out of your reach at this point. There's greed and then there's a-... Asmodeus or Belphagor you might be able to answer this, , would you consider this a fetish or a psychosis?"

"Both." echoed the pair, sending Beezelbub into hysterical little snickers at the furious and betrayed expression on Mammon's face.

"There we go then. You still get some revenue, but they are able to pay their workers, which limits betrayals and overall decreases turnover, resulting in further profit generated in future. Just let things be for a while and it should even out." Alastor shrugged.

"Oh fuck you you drongo!" Mammon huffed, disappearing in a spray of confetti and appearing in what must be the kitchen based on teh disgusting goggling sounds emanating from there. Beez snaps her fingers and super sizes whatever he's eating, so he won't raid the whole pantry and leave the hotel bare.

"Right, so, matter at hand... we need a positive PR spin on whatever the hell that tv guy is spewing. And Pronto." Levi says.

"I have some of my hellborn on it, already, spreading a general feeling of apathy or distaste for your media overlord and his team. It should start things off in the right direction." Levy replied.

"How's about you come visit us down in Wrath for a stint, hmmm? About time for the Harvest Moon festival, could be fun?" Satan offers, pointedly not looking right at Alastor. "All'a y'all could come, if Luci here is okay with it. Some of you might just be return guests, ain't that right?"

"No, they're all gonna come party with me in Gluttony, I've got the primo hookup on the freshest beats, bites and beezlejuice."

"Of course not, they have all experienced trauma and need relaxation and therapy. they can come to Sloth. We shall see how we can help."

"Envy is superior."

"Now, if we're talking pleasurable places to spend time..." Ozzie waggles his eyebrows.

"Interesting. Why are all the Sins here and desperate for us to vacate the hotel, Your Shortness? Did something happen you haven't decided to share with the class?"Alastor asks, staring at the King without moving his body. the crunch still made Lucifer flinch, it was so... visceral.

"What? no, no, they saw the uh, the video and realised how fucked up the battle was... and wanted to see if everyone wanted to go somewhere new, somewhere else for a bit while I get the goetia legal team to annihilate Vox and his friends for slandering the crown." Lucifer flails for an answer but feels its coherent enough.

"Hmmm, if that's the case, I should like to remain to watch him drown..." the distortion on the last word was full of a primal delight and fury at the idea.

"Nope, everyone goes or no one. Now pick a ring and we'll go spend time there for like, a week or so, right? Which one was your favourite?" Lucifer catches the last words and cringes. Fuck. his stupid mouth couldn't help itself!

"Ah, you discovered that little tidbit, did you? Then we can dispense with the charade... let's go to Greed, I understand I left some of it still standing, and I anticipate we'll have time to destroy it properly in a week or so."

There's a choked cry of outrage and several clown honks from teh kitchen.

"No to Greed. Where else? I'm going to count to ten and then make the choice for you... er, everyone."

"That's hardly fair, all the realms have their own interesting amusements, delights and detractors. Same as Pride. Though I note the water in other areas doesn't try to take your skin off as thoroughly as here."

"Tick-tock... time's up. Sins, who wants to have guests?"

"Uh, short king, I can't. Thanks but... Val would literally fuck me ta death in punishment if I missed a week of summons to work." The implied statement was that this was something Angel knew for certain would happen.

Lucifer was taken aback. "What?"

"Val, overlord of porn, one a the vees? He don't like it when his chains go making independent decisions."

"Ah, something slipped my mind as well. I believe I might recall why Vox is throwing his tantrum..." Alastor grinned, manifesting the chain that now ran between himself and Angel Dust. "I was out for a walk this morning, to visit Rosie, and the moth decided to be quite the uisance... thought he could challenge me. He is, regrettably, meat to be wasted, but if you tune in to the next broadcast I'm certain you can pick him out of the studio audience."

"Wha-... when-...? How?" Angel looked like he was about to burst into tears.

"This morning, I believe you crawled home an hour before and 'crashed out' as they say. Vox is quite peeved about it, as I now technically own Valentino's holdings... and we are going to spend some time renegotiating everyone's contracts. I noted a few of them were not weighted... nor consensual." His expression flickered to Asmodeus. "I believe contracts of this nature are your legal team's speciality, would you mind sparing them for a while to work through the horrendously written slave contracts Valentino had his workers under?"

Asmodeus stiffened, "You and Angel Dust will have the full support of my legal team AND my counsellors, it sounds like things were pretty bad there. My therapists are Bel-trained and focused on specific kinds of trauma that others can struggle to understand, I promise we'll get all of them through it." The latter was aimed at Angel Dust.

"Angel's free?!" Charlie gasped, delighted and worried at the fact violence and not negotiation was used. She still had a naive streak in there he was going to have to claw out with both hands.

"Yes."

He really should have been prepared for her to launch herself at him. "If you try to show any greater affection for this purely overlord-motivated decision, I fear you'll own all my chains. Why didn't you try hugging Adam's bones to dust, my dear Charlotte?" he teases, smiling despite the uncomfortable pop of several stitches bursting.

"Al, can I please s-..."

"Refrain from your usual line of enquiry if at all possible."

"Can I please shake ya hand or hug ya or something, nothing 'salacious' promise."

"Maybe later. You need a good stiff..." he paused, for no other reason than the joy of Angel's eyes widening, "drink. Husker, pour one for the arachnid, but just the one. Otherwise I fear he'll pack nothing but those flimsy scraps of fabric he calls clothes for our inevitable trip."

"Hey, most people find 'em sexy, ain't my fault ya not interested in all this..." Angelgestures at his everything, and waggles his eyebrows, tongue poking out in jest. "Could make it work for you, Deer Daddy, let me know..."

Angel laughs as a poppet boounces off his head in admonishment.

"Do you see what I must endure as the hotelier?" Alastor sighs, facing the sins again. "Now, are we to play rock, scissor, flamethrower for who gets the dubious honour of hosting us for a few days, or is the Mallard Monarch going to decide for us?"

"M-... Sinner, I am going to smite you." Lucifer splutters.

"Okay, what if we moved between the rings, then, visiting each over the course of a week?" Charlie asks, diplomatically.

"Great idea, love the vibes hun!" Beez says, shoving cupcakes at anyone who stood sill long enough. She gives Alastor a red one. "Hey, I remember okay, this one was manifested with sinner blood in the batter and icing. Rosie's new favourites..."

"I like the idea, but who gets them first?" Ozzie says, thinking on how to politely request them all as his guests over and above the others.

A giant showman's wheel appeared in midair, just oldtimey enough to be from Alastor. "Well, perhaps the Princess can spin the wheel to determine our first destination, and then so on until the course is decided?"

Charlie looked torn. She didn't want to upset anyone, after all, what if they were last?

"Do go on."

"Okay, okay..." Charlie bit her lip and tugged on the wheel. The whole thing spun as tense music played, before halting on LUST.

"heck yeah!" Came a voice from inside Asmodeus's flames, and Fizzzarolli poked his head out. "I called dibs, so it must have worked! Heya Al, missed ya!"

"You look well, Fizzarolli. I detest television and the medium, you understand, but I did quite enjoy seeing you tell the clown to go fuck himself in a well choreographed routine. Did you wish to join me in burning down the remainder of greed?"

"YES! Er, I mean, maybe later... just got the feud between this big guy and Mammon settled after all." Fizzy pouted.

"Understandable. If there any reason Belphagor has decided to forego blinking?" Alastor asked, raising an eyebrow at the Sin.

"I am trying to get a sense of the trauma you are all under, it requires intense focus when I am not physically touching the patients." She replied easily.

"Oh, I'm fine Aunty Bel!" Charlie grinned, putting her hands out to the queen of sloth. "See?"

"Oh my dear, you certainly are not. But that can be helped... I have also offered my peoples for your hotel, to help sinners."

"You have?! That's ah-may-zing!" she chirps.

Vaggie tensed as the Sin touched her arm, searching, and patted it kindly.

Charlie returned to spinning the wheel.

GLUTTONY

WRATH

ENVY

SLOTH

GREED

"Okay, itinerary chosen. Let's go pack..." Charlie chirps as Bel taps Angel's hand, and her shoulders fall. She's not going to look into that. husker is shrinking away, but gets the touch as well.

Niffty's over eagerness should have warned the Sin, but Bel ends up looking perturbed by whatever she found.

Lucifer ducks out from the hold.

Predictably, Alastor grinned. "Are you so afraid to have your weaknesses known, little King?"

"No. See?" Lucifer put his hand out for Bel, and immediately regretted it as her eyes flared. She seemed to be making detailed notes of therapy to come that he was worried about already.

"And yourself, Alastor? I know you felt my realm was for others, but I would like to check on you..." Bel said, turning to him. The sinner made a convincing show of nonchalance.

"If it's entirely necessary... though I remind you that psychotherapy is not something I'm interested in." He says, airily, definitely not jerking his arm away from the potential contact. "Ah, habit, you know I do detest foreign touch."

"Take your time..." Bel said, and touched his shoulder instead. She confirmed her worries. "Thank you. Lucifer, could you...?"

With a wave, a series of packed luggage bags appeared in the hallway from every room. Even Keekee and Fat nuggets were crated calmly and-... oops.

Lucifer waves again to release Husk from his oversized crate.

"Sorry, I was thinking 'crate the kitty' and uh..."

"Don't mention it." Husk mumbles, not looking at Angel, who is clearly Loving It.

"Everyone grab your things," Lucifer meets Bel's eyes and she nods. Well, fuck, this wasn't great and he still had so many questions but... they could do this. "Yep, by the portal. Are we ready?"

In the split second between heartbeats, Lucifer lashed out a hand and grabbed Alastor by the wrist, sealing his powers momentarily as Bel wrapped a hand over the sinner's eyes, and the other pressed on his chest where the wound was. Her power flared as the other crumpled into her hold.

Lucifer let go like it burned. He didn't really like stopping another's pwers, it felt... off. Left him feeling kind of sick.

"Uh, Ozzie...?" Fizzarolli asked, not having been in the group chat. They were still on thin ice over the whole Stolas and Blitzo situation, and how Asmodeus hadn't stepped in for anyone.

"It's okay, froggy, just think of it as necessary medical intervention he wouldn't have accepted otherwise. You know how stubborn he is."

"Ooooh, the video... but I've seen him take on Satan and heal from it. Why not that strike?"

Lucifer twigged that he was speaking to a hellborn. "Sinners, and even hellborn, can die to angelic steel... and grace is a step up from that. It doesn't let the wound close and tries to kill them from the inside... so there's no escape if you're hit and can't seek help from Bel or Me or maybe Char Char when she comes into her powers."

"Oh... I mean, I knew the exterminations happened but, we never really got why or how it worked. Different Rings and all."

"Dad?"

"Charlie, did you see the video Box dropped this morning?"

"The what?"

"I did, your majesty, I've been waiting for him to collapse so I could do first aid since I saw it." Vagie adds.

"Okay, so are we going to go to another Ring to avoid people tryin' ta kill Smiles?" Angel asked, showing he was canny as hell under that pornstarlet persona. "Smart. You also coulda said something, I have a few patches of DPr355 on me I use to conk out properly on bad nights. One hug and I could've gotten him to nap for you."

"He would've tried to eat you when he woke up. At least this way he's just made at the King and a Sin. they don't have to live with him 24/7." Husk interjected.

"Can we still go? I want to bite the clown!" Niffty vibrated in place.

"Uh... is she okay?" Fizzy asked.

"That's normal for her, yeah. Niff, stop freaking out the Sins, I'm sure Al will let you bite the clown later. Can you help get our stuff to... Lust was it?"

"oooh, okay!" She's a blur.

Bel looked like she wanted to protest when Asmodeus took charge of Alastor. "I... will need to visit to manage the wound, before he wakes."

"Of course, come with us now if you want! Let's get this trouble maker away from prying eyes..."

"And when the fucker is fine, I need to ask him how he broke a millenia old seal on Ring travel for Sinners. Before Heaven finds out." Lucifer adds, trying to keep calm.

Charlie puts her hand on his shoulder. "Dad, I don't really understand what is going on yet, and I know you'll tell me, but it's okay. We're getting help and going to have new experiences, together."

His duckling always found a way to lift the weight off his heart.

"Yeah, we're going to have an amazing time in Lust. If you want to buy something at any of the stores, use the card I gave you and we promise not to make eye contact as we leave with things. Deal?"

"Deal!" Charlie laughed.

He claps his hands. "Okay, let's go! Mammon, get the hell out of my kitchen or I'll smite you!"

There's a rappid jingling as the Sin audibly ran for it.

"Okay, you go ahead, I'm goingn to get him out of Pride before he makes a deal with the Vees... or eats the hotel to the ground."

"See you in a bit, Dad." Charlie assures, taking Vaggie's hand and stepping through to the beautiful shades of Lust.

Husk let his tail curl around Angel's nearest arm as they stepped through the portal. The starlet had to wipe his eyes, feeling so many things today that it was an absolute mess inside...

Alastor stirred slightly as Fizzarolli rearranged his attire, blood starting to seep through the fabric, from his place on Asmodeus's shoulder. "No no, stay asleep, we'll get this patched up in no time... you're gonna love some of the new shit we've developed. You might even want to try some for the novelty, I even got to design a-..."

The portal closed behind him, and the hotel fell semi-silent.

In the distance, frantic jingling bells and clown honks were heard between booming blasts of hellfire being hurled at a sin.

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I have no idea, enjoy.

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majosullivan · 2 years ago

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Castle Swimmer Dashboard Simulator

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If there’s one thing that I’ve learnt while traveling the sea, it’s that prophecies can really range from being the silliest of tales to the most horrific things you will ever of having the dismay of laying your eyes on

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Like I’ll visit one castle and their prophecy will be ‘It’s been destined that the beacon will use this frog to predict the future so we can prepare for it :)’ and then the next castle I visit will have a prophecy like ‘It is been foretold from centuries past that the beacon shall arrive and save us from a plague that has been taunting us since ancient time. Through sacrifical ritual, they shall free us from this torment’

#like who is coming up with these #are you guys doing okay???

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I heard there’s hot singles at the bottom of the God Mouth

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out of the way boys I’m about to GET IT

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got trapped in unending darkness surrounded by voices

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I’m currently traveling through the Purple Peaks and it’s absolutely gorgeous here! I have no idea why there seems to be so few people living here, it seems wonderful!

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GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB, GIANT CRAB-

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Does anyone else feel like the surface god is just toying with you how they please. They think they’re so funny. Well I’m about to be hilarious

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this feels so threatening, are you doing okay op?

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Being alive is so wonderful because there is so many beautiful places in the ocean you can explore and so many fascinating creatures you can see. However there are also the unending horrors

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The Blue Hills

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GUYS I MIGHT BE GOING INSANE BUT I’M CURRENTLY OUTSIDE TRAINING AND I SWEAR I JUST SAW ONE OF THE RULERS AT MY CASTLE GO FLYING OUT THE CASTLE WINDOW

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NOT INSANE, A GROUP OF HIS PEOPLE JUST CAME SWIMMING OUT CALLING AFTER HIM, OH MY GOD I CAN’T BREATH

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UPDATE: THEY’RE COMING BACK WITH HIM NOW AND HE MUST HAVE FALLEN INTO A SCHOOL OF PRETTY VICIOUS FISH CAUSE HE’S COVERED IN BITE MARKS AND THERE’S STILL ONE BITING HIM. I FEEL LIKE I’M GOING TO CRACK A RIB

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Alright guys which mini god from the ones y’all know about do you think you could take

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IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT IN A FIGHT

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Blocked blocked blocked. None of you are seeing the light of the surface

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Life is so fucking unfair cause kelp dragons are SO beautiful and magnificent and enchanting and I would do ANYTHING to get up close to or even pet one, but the moment one would see me they would immediately try to swallow me whole like a shrimp

#they’re so pretty and for what #AND FOR WHAT?! #I just want to give them a little kiss on top of your head… #is that too much to ask?

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THE BEACON IS TWENTY???

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THEY SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB…

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HUH?

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I’m sorry, the beacon is WHAT?

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No because like my castle’s prophecy is nearing 200 years old and I’ve met a ton of people whose prophecies are over twice that age. How in the name of the Surface God are they only 20?

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Okay this post just unlocked some long dormant memories in my brain and if I don’t talk about it with someone outside my castle I think I’ll lose my mind so you guys better be sitting down.

For some context: until around 7-8 years ago, my people were under almost constant threat of these giant sea snakes because they had unknowingly killed the head of their den. Savage things. Would take any opportunity to attack us. We couldn’t even find a new castle cause they would follow us everywhere. Because of all this, our elders ended up creating a prophecy, which stated that the Beacon would eat the carcass of the head snake, causing the rest of the sea snakes to leave us alone.

So when I was like 13, the Beacon had arrived at our castle to fulfil our prophecy, and as you can expect, we were all very excited and I remember trying to get to the front of the crowd as fast as possible to see them. They were like nothing I have ever seen before and have seen since, we all were in complete awe of them. However, the thing about them that ended up surprising me the most was that they were young. Like, pretty damn young. They looked a little younger than me. So while our monarch quickly went to make sure all the preparations were complete, they entrusted my parents with making sure the Beacon was comfortable, giving my family the opportunity to have small chat with them. Curiousity getting the better of me, I asked how old they were. 13. They said they’re 13 years old. They were MY age. I didn’t know what to do at that point and basically throughout the entire time our prophecy was being completed, my mind was just stuck thinking about if I was destined to eat that giant smelly snake

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EX-FUCKING-CUSE ME???

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WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT

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I need a whole day to fully process that prophecy alone what in the actual fuck

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Did…

…did they eat the snake carcass?

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THE WHOLE THING…

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and people still think I was exaggerating about how wild prophecies are. How in the entire sea does being attacked by sea snakes lead to the Beacon needing to eat a giant carcass? Who is coming up with these solutions? Show me their workings

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The Beacon arriving at another castle to help people fulfil their prophecy, only to find that it’s another one written by freaks:

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…the beacon is real?

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HELLO?

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Sandy get back here right now what do u MEAN you didn’t know the Beacon was real???

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MY PEOPLE HAVE ALWAYS SAID THE BEACON WAS JUST PART OF ANCIENT MYTHOLOGY…we were always told growing up that prophecies and the lot were just stories and such. You’re telling me that there’s actually a divine being going around helping people by eating snakes and stuff???

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Y E A H

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WHAT THE HELL

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This whole post is a mess holy shit

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#castle swimmer #webtoon #fake tumblr dash #fake tumblr post #dashboard simulator #castle swimmer kappa #kappa #castle swimmer siren #siren

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gaspshichat · 1 year ago

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pearl quotes !!

i write down a lot of pearl quotes and sometimes share them in her discord server. i've decided to put every single one i've gathered into one tumblr post. i will reblog the most recent addition every saturday with any new quotes that i have acquired. you can also send me quotes in my ask box or my dms on twitter [username is gaspshichat, like usual]. no guarantees that they'll be added though!

a lot of these quotes are sus and very out of context. that is part of the point! if pearl wants me to delete this, i absolutely will

[before it gets asked, karn is her bestie boyfriend]

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pearl: before we do that let me restock my balls

pearl: ooh there's things happening on the ser- A BEACON ????

pearl: don't thank me because i didn't approve of it

pearl: i hope you guys understood what i said because i didn't

pearl: "you killed a frog?" yup! it was for science......let it be known that is a terrible excuse in real life

pearl: "do you take iron tablets?" i have them!

pearl to keralis: well you're a letdown but i don't talk about that

pearl: fix ai, make them breedable

pearl: i got the double p! please don't acronym that

pearl: "do you use slabs in terraforming?" *zooms in on a slab she used for terraforming* no

pearl: "don't sell yourself short" it's okay i'm tall

pearl: they don't bite! much..

pearl: doc owes me child support!

*long, stunned silence*

cleo: ....okay….

cleo: so keralis did the kidnapping, and you did kidnapping by proxy

pearl: ...no

pearl: it was a heart of mutton. it was creepy

cleo: it was a meat heart :D

cleo: i want to mail horrible things, like animals, to iskall

pearl: oh! that's horrid

pearl: "you charge your other mats rent?" yes

pearl: i don't know if this is lag or if my balls are just popping in really slowly

pearl: these balls ain't going away

pearl: let me move my balls aside for you

pearl: hello ♪

karn: is it me you're looking for ♪

pearl: no ♪

karn: oh :(

pearl: i don't need a big, strong man to kill me

pearl: turn down the thing you need to turn down...you know what it is

karn: i fractured the world from what i can tell

pearl: ..bruh

pearl: what does the button do?

karn: THE BUTTON SHUTS THE DOORS ON US AND SPAWNS A BUNCH OF MOBS

pearl: i pushed the button hehe

pearl: cleo made the child

false: ...the child?

pearl: yeah :D it's a bebe

pearl: "why are there beach umbrellas at the post office?" *long pause* maybe it's because of all the water?

pearl: you caught me mid construction

gem: i know >:3

pearl: he's letting his babies loose

gem: look at you up there. you're adorable *punches her*

pearl: aH-

pearl: i am greatly navigationally challenged right now

pearl: i got too comfortable with hermitcraft actually working

pearl: ah! moist!

pearl: anyway that's completely distracted me away from my really passionate rockies

pearl: we have pickles to do !!

karn: let's not sit on the balls

pearl: 🤨

karn: *holds up cat toys*

pearl: oh- *starts laughing and hides her very red face*

pearl: just shove it in

pearl: how do you know what brimstone tastes like

karn: i've lived quite the life

pearl: give it a suck

pearl: our feet are not equal

karn: why are you bringing our feet into this ??

pearl: i could give you the australian bestie word-

karn, oblivious: alright

pearl: -but it's not pg

karn, realizing: ahhh

karn: it's a mental thing, you see

pearl: oh

karn: yes, i'm mentally stuck here

pearl: i see

karn: yes, i'm in a position where i don't want to leave-

pearl: that's very intense for a friend

karn: it's just as sweet as you

pearl: don't butter me up

karn: too late!

pearl: i'm flee with extra flee

karn: you okay, my dear?

pearl: *sobbing*

pearl: did you pee in the ocean?

karn, instantly: yes

pearl: stop wasting your bullets!

karn: sorry ☹️

pearl: did you think his ass was his face ????

pearl: in what realm is a butthole a face ????

karn: *trying to explain*

pearl: babe :I

pearl: take that you stupid ass robot

karn: on the count of three. one-

pearl: *starts blasting*

pearl: stupid ass spider

pearl: a butt is clearly defined by two cheeks, a hole, and a tail!

pearl: [karn] is very special. in multiple ways

#pearlescentmoon #hc 10 #hermitcraft 10 #pearlescentmoon quotes #hermitcraft 10 quotes #hc 10 quotes #correct quotes #funny quotes #any quotes from tomorrow's video will be added onto next week's quote batch

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echantedtoon · 1 year ago

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Ocean Deep Ch5 Problems And Life

(WARNINGS: Someone's barn does get semi burnt down but no one gets hurt or killed, Mentioning of a wound on Y/ns hand. Mentioning of death.

Will have a small time skips in a few places.)

The night was quiet tonight. Nothing but the crickets chirping and the frogs croaking to the woods surrounding the small town asleep to her actions. The only source of light being the stars above and the bobbing lantern in a pair of old grizzled hands.

The old woman shuffled about looking over her shoulders constantly with squinting eyes scanning the darkness for any wondering eyes. Of course none were to be seen this late at night as everyone else was already fast asleep and anyone still awake was sensible enough to stay inside out of the darkness. Grizzled hands hands turned back to the lock on the chains that were so tightly wound around the double doors. A rusted old key was placed inside the lock and with a click it fell to the ground at her feet. A series of clanks followed by the rope of chains following it to the ground. Silence resumed once again as eyes gave one last look around before the door creaks open and in she went.

"Alright you disgusting fish bait," her voice echoed in the darkness as the lantern light illuminated the surrounding areas. "Here's your food. Keep up the good behavior and maybe I'll consider giving you one feeding a day."

No one answered her. However a sight unusual as the creatures she cared for was spotted by the light. A strange crunching sensation under her feet that wasn't there the last time she was here. The light illuminated..straw?? Confusion turned to horror and panic as she followed trail and saw a massive pile of hay disturbed. The top completely slumped over and a hole dug right in the middle revealing the floor underneath. Thud went the lantern as it shattered to the ground, and thus went the fish as it tumbled to the floor.

"...No. No. No no no no no no no!" Hay and straw flew through the air as old hands dug into the pile as her body lunged into it. "NO! NO! NO!"

BOX! BOX! WHERE WAS THE BOX?!...There was NO box! That didn't make any sense! Why was there no box?! Where was the box?! It was supposed to be here! Why wasn't it here!? No one has the key! The doors were locked! The chains were undesturbed! No one else has been here! NO ONE SHOULD KNOW....about...the..She paused. Dropping the hay in her hands before slowly turning to the curtain of old tarps and fishnets. ...No. no. NO!! Her feet shuffled as quickly as they could in her old age to the curtains. Practically ripping the things from their hinges as she tore past them temporarily getting tangled in their grip before wretching her hand free and stop in front of the filthy tank. Absolutely nothing moved within it's murky waters. No signs of any life within it's foul depths.

"NO NO NO NO!! You must be in there! You must!" Weak fists balled up and hit the dirty glass not even putting a crack in it. "ANSWER ME!!"

No answer came back. Panicked old legs hurried back to where the lights were sparking out from between the cracks of broken glass. Why?! How?! Who could have done this?! Where did they go?! This made no sense! No sense at all! Someone was behind this! Who?! A burning smell filled the air as she turned to it's source, and screamed as flamed danced across the hay strewn floors-

"Good morning everyone! I hope you're hungry because I made you a few pies!"

You smiled at the three women gazing at you from the tub as you carried in the tray with three massive fruit pies on it. You'd gotten up bright and early in the morning to rummage around your pantry in search for anything to make these three. You wanted make sure they were actually well fed before you released them at the end of next month, this wasn't meat but it WAS filling especially if they were big pies filled with nutritious fruit and was sweetened with honey instead of sugar, which honey was also healthier for you. As long as the food was filling and good for them, then that's all that mattered. But you'd still be sure to try to get them more meats too. It was times like this that you were glad to live in a fishing community. There was always fish laying around or dropped from passing carts you nabbed or the venders selling cheap fish a few days old that wasn't shipped off in their bigger hauls to other bigger towns. You were sure you could nab some more somewhere.

"HHHHHHAAAA!! THAT SMELLS SO YUMMY!!," Suma shouted in awe at the tray and lightly drooling at the sight.

Makio was right next to her looking bored again and raising a brow as Hinatsuru only smiled as usual. "Pie? What's a pie?"

"It's essentially a desert but it's on the healthier side of deserts," you explained placing the warm baked goods in front of them, "It's just fruits cut or smashed up and mixed up with sugar and wrapped in bread dough before you bake it. I just happened to use honey instead since that seemed like a better option for you. You can make pot pies with meats and vegetables too but unfortunately I had no meat for any pot pie recipes. Sorry." You didn't bring utensils this time already figuring out that mermaids preferred to eat with their hands instead.

"These will be fine. Thank you."

Suma immediately grabbed the first one which was a mix of cherries and other fruit and honey before just taking a huge chop off the top of it. You blinked as red berry juice smeared her lower face as she hummed in delight.

"Its so good!!," she gushed between chews.

Makio yelled something about manners as Hinatsuru sighed, but you couldn't help but blink. Before giggling at the sight. Suma's bubbly and energetic attitude sure was something. She was a lot emotionally but to be fair she had a good reason to be so fair away from home. But she looked so cute and ridiculous pouting with full cheeks as Makio scolded her you couldn't help but smile. Makio was pretty in her own right too. Compared to the others, Makio was the most serious and ready to jump into situations but she meant well and her protective nature was sweet despite her constant bickering. Hinatsuru was the one who had the brains to keep level head and seemed to be the leader as both Makio and Suma followed her lead. Did mermaids even have heirchy systems?? Hmm. Maybe you should research them a bit more, just enough to make their stay more comfortable.

Your giggling had the three stopping to look at you. Their eyes widening. For the first time in the four days they've been there, this was the first time they've seen the human girl smiling at them. It made the three almost stars in awe as she smiled and giggled at their antics before speaking again.

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it. I'll grab you a few towels and enough food to tide you over until I can come back from work but I'll try to grab a few fish on the way back."

Makio nudged the tray aside and reached out to make grabbing reaches at your still injured palm. By now you've figured out that it seemed in mermaid nature to care for one another. You've walked in on Suma and Hinatsuru helping to pull loose gold scales from Makio's tail and to the three fixing up each other's hair with the comb you've leant them. So you allowed them(usually Makio) to 'treat' your wounds even though you've already taken cared of it. MaYou had gathered all the gold scales along with what was left of the torn box and just burnt everything in your fireplace. It would've looked suspicious just burying it and throwing it away might've lead someone to spot you, so you figured burning up all the evidence was the best solution. Makio gave your bare palm a look over and the wound that wasn't really deep and was already scabbed over. The mermaid just stared at it closely before making you lower more and dip your hand into the water where she proceeded to scrub at it with her knuckles. You suspected she opted for her knuckles instead because of the sharp nails these three had. Didn't want to cut you further. It stung a bit, but the way Makio did it wasn't hard enough to really hurt.

If you really had to compare them to something, it'd be a small trio of wolves. Hinatsuru was the leader while the other two followed her lead and the trio helped one another with things.

"Thank you. But haven't you already been to work? How many times must you go?"

"I work Mondays to Fridays. Today's Friday so I'll have the next two days off until next Monday."

"You humans stress yourselves too much." Makio frowned at your hand lifting it from the water before you knew it there was another ripping sound. Another long wet strip of fabric was soon being wrapped around your hand. You'd just let them keep the destroyed dress. It wasn't worth starting a fight over. "There. Much better. I don't know why you keep taking it off!"

Because people would get suspicious and ask questions. It was easier to hide your wound if there wasn't a bandage on your hand. All you had to do was keep your palm facing down and hide your hand enough until it scars over or completely heals up. And if anyone asks, you'll just give the excuse of cutting your hand on a pair of gardening sheers.

"I'll think about it." You gently pulled your now wrapped hand away. "But I need to work in order to get money which I use to buy food, and now more than ever I need that money." You stood back up smiling at the three whilst Suma continued to practically shove her entire face into her pie. "I'm gonna go get some food to leave you guys. While I'm gone, remember to be quiet so you don't alert anyone. As far as everyone knows you three and I are the only ones who knows you're here."

Which meant Suma couldn't cry loudly and Makio couldn't just yell at her. There was no way you could explain why you had three mermaids decked out in gold and jewels in your tub, and worse there was no way you could explain you literally trespassed on someone's property twice and broke in to steal. You'd be punished severely for all the treachery. You were already taking a big risk deciding to keep them here until they were properly fed enough to combat the days of going hungry. You just wanted your normal life free from the stress of supernatural beings and just the way it was.

"Don't worry. We will."

That's how it started. It should've been a peaceful morning. You'd left them with enough food to last them the few hours until you were able to come back home, and left to go to work. However there was a problem. As you walked along the roads and normal buzz of people there seemed to be a certain.. tension in the air. It was hard to explain really. But it was like if you stepped into the middle of your parents arguing and they tried to pretend they weren't arguing. A few groups of people were in clusters in the street whispering and pointing at the end of the road which confused you because there was nothing there other than the normal houses and people out and about. That was really..strange. You only shook your head and continued walking until you stopped in front of the shop- And WHY was there a cluster of people around the shop doors? A small group of around eight or nine people were gathered in front of the doors and peering at them like a sideshow.

Alright. That was absolutely strange.

You brushed it off at first. Sometimes if there was a particularly beautiful display people would gather around to look at it, but the closer you got you noticed that the faces didn't look...Happy. your walking slowed considerably. They were all frowns. Uncertain of curious looks. Oh no. Instantly the worst case scenario crossed your mind as a possibility. Did someone else disappear?! Were they also carried away from town by a monster?! Was someone else here to pick out flower arrangements for a funeral or memorial service? Who was it this time? Was it someone you know?

You felt a hefty rock in your guts as you continued forward. A lump formed in your throat which you swallowed thickly. Wondering what your boss would say about the situation-

"I'LL ASK FOR THE FIFTH AND LAST TIME!! WHERE DID YOU PUT IT?!"

....Wait. Your boss wouldn't say that to a grieving family. That sounds so rude.

"I'm...sorry?? But I don't understand what you mean. Were the rose bushes not to your liking? I can give you a refund for everything but you'll need to return the plants first."

Ah. Now THAT sounded much more like Mrs. Satoshi. You blinked again as a frustrated yell came from the open front door...Hey. Wait a minute. That second voice wasn't your boss. It sounded much older, raspier, and a lot ruder. Something wasn't right. You approached the door but yelped as a smaller figure exited the front door and shoving people out of the way.

"THIS ISN'T OVER YOU THEIVING BASTARDS!!" a smaller older woman stopped just outside the crowd and raised a fist at the shop entrance shaking it in a fit of pure rage. "I KNOW YOU HAVE IT SOMEWHERE IN THERE AND WHEN I FIND IT, YOU'LL HANG BY YOUR THEIVING FINGERS!!" She then turned on her heel and stomped away- "MOVE!!" She shrieked at you as you jumped out of the way watching her go by.

...You blinked. And blinked again. Before shaking your head and looking at the shop again and making your way back towards the shop.

"Alright. There's nothing to see here people." Nico sternly shooed the crowd away from the door. "If you're not buying flowers then you need to leave. Go on. Shoo!"

You went straight through the mumbling crowd as they slowly dispersed and Nico looked surprised to see you, but you instead pushed past him and into the shop where you found Mrs. Satoshi holding an empty plant pot looking a mix of shocked and hurt but mostly confused. Very VERY confused. But she still smiled when you just walked in.

"Ah! Y/n dear. There you are. Right on time as usual."

"What happened?! What's going on?!" You looked around the shop. Nothing looked out of place and it looked the same as yesterday. "Did someone else disappear again?!"

"Oh no. Nothing like that." You sighed in relief. Thank goodness. "It just seems that Mrs. Henya is in a little tizzy."

You froze. Eyes going wide again. "...What?"

Mrs. Satoshi nodded. "Yes. It was rather strange. Apparently there was an accident that occured last night. According to her neighbor she dropped her lantern by accident when she was checking on her barn. What she was doing wondering out there in the middle of the night I have no idea." She turned to place the pot next to a few others. "But she stormed in here ranting about how we stole something from her."

Your body felt frozen like ice as you stared. Mrs. Henya?! Stolen property?! Barn?! "I-..I-I see. What exactly...was it?"

Your boss shrugged. "I haven't the faintest idea. She kept yelling how she knows we stole 'it' because we were the only ones near her property, but she wouldn't tell me what 'it' was that I supposedly stole. I kept asking her what 'it' was but she refuses to tell me. Only demanded that I give 'it' back to her. I swear I think that woman is riled up by the accident and just looking for trouble!"

You chuckled nervously subconsciously pulling your bandaged hand further into your large sleeve. Thanking the gods it was out of sight. You'd have to get rid of the bandage before anyone asked questions. "Yeah. The stress is probably getting to her on top of the stress her family is dealing with with the funeral. I'm sure it's nothing."

Your boss agreed nodding with an annoyed huff. "It most certainly is! I absolutely did not, won't ever, and never before stolen anything."

"R-Right! Um...I'm gonna go organize and clean out the closet! A clean closet helps keep mice away!"

"That's a good idea. I wouldn't want mice chewing on my precious petals. That would ruin sales."

You smiled and turned away to start walking away towards the nearby closet where some of the extra stuff was kept. This was bad! This was really, really, REALLY bad!! Mrs. Henya knew that you broke into the barn and stole away the mermaids! She just didn't know that it was YOU who did it. She thinks your boss has something to do with it. Which was kinda good because she didn't know where to look for them so they were safe for now. But how long until she figured out that it wasn't really her!? Ok. Ok. Calm down, Y/n. There was no evidence pointing at you, and no one knew. You only were gonna host these three for another month and two weeks. Then you'd be rid of them.

You'd be rid of them. You wouldn't have anything to worry about. Your life would be completely back to normal. And no one would know and you could just pretend this never happened. All you had to do was act casual and not arose any suspicion. It was easy if you played your cards right. Everything would be fine. Everything would be ok. Nothing else was going to happen.

"......"

"Ok. So I know this looks...bad."

"....How did you manage to get my pie pan to stick to the ceiling using just soap?!" You stared at the ceiling just above the tub where your pie pans were somehow stuck on the ceiling. With a sticky stretchy sound one metal pan slowly peeled off the ceiling and all four of you watched it splash into the water. "...HOW did you even manage to reach up there?!"

"Well..We heard that humans wash their dishes using soap and put them up to dry!," Suma happily said as you just continued staring at the other two pie pans stuck to the ceiling dumbfounded. "And we wanted to help you after everything you did! And what higher up is there than the ceiling? They'll be dry in no time!"

SPLASH!! A second pie pan fell nearly missing Hinatsuru's shoulder and disappearing into the tub. ....Yep. This logic makes perfect sense to a mermaid. But now you had three pie pans to clean and soap to wipe off your ceiling. Sigh. This really was going to be a long stay wasn't it?

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"Y/N'S HERE!! Y/N'S HERE!!"

Suma excited splashed about before waving a full arm at you bringing a mop and bucket behind you to start cleaning up the bathroom again. You learnt a few things during the past two weeks. Mermaids thrived better in a clean environment. It was better that you drain and rinse out the tub every two days before filling it back up. And they preferred meats over plants but they'll still eat the random fruits and vegetables you left them to eat. And apparently three mermaids ate A LOT. In just three weeks, your entire few months worth of stock in the pantry was almost entirely gone. You only maybe had enough to keep feeding them the giant portions and yourself for maybe a week tops. You weren't sure if all of the money you'd been saving up for the past few years would be enough to get you that many groceries for another whole month either.

Honestly things lately have been stressful to say the least. Mrs. Henya had become a borderline stalker to your boss! She'd be across the street for hours just standing there glaring for hours on end shouting things whenever Mrs. Satoshi left or came to the shop. Shouting slurs and curses and demands to her calling her a thief. You also had a suspicion that if it wasn't for Nico and Mr. Satoshi (who were both strong, big, and very intimidating looking) she'd be harassing them too and following her home. You felt really guilty for your extremely concerned and annoyed boss, but you were also glad it wasn't you. You didn't have anyone to help scars her away if she tried anything. Luckily it seemed no one really suspected you being too angry at the current harassment so as long as you kept your head down and played it cool then you should be home free.

It was the last weekend before the next month of May arrived and you were busy spring cleaning the house again after a morning shower. So far this room was the only one left to get done and Suma seemed rather excited to see you. And you were ready to go another round of taking care of them.

"Ok you three. Bath time again! I already brought you some clean clothes to change into."

"DID YOU GET IT?!" Your answer was to smile and use your foot to push in a large basket filled to the brim with fish. So full that some of them were threatening to fall off the tall pile they were in. "KYYYAAAA!! SO YUMMY!!" She practically drooled at the sight as the other two looked on in awe.

"This should last you three the entire day. Saves me one day of pantry food at least. You three go ahead and get that soap while I clean the floor. Then I can clean out the tub again." You smiled at how cute the three looked so in awe at just some tuna and catfish.

"There's so many fish." Hinatsuru blinked. "Where'd you get all of this?"

"A friend of mine works at the butcher shop down the road. He was going to just toss these out since they need to get rid of all the fish before it goes bad, so I just offered to take it off his hands. They're not bad but they're not fresh either. I hope that's ok." You continued to nudge it closer to them until it was in arm's reach of them.

"That's fine with us. It won't cause us any harm." Hinatsuru tilted her head at you in interesting as you just continued to start mopping the floors. "This.. friend of yours. Is he courting you?"

"Oh no. He's just an old friend from school. Besides he's already in a relationship with a very nice man who works in the trading post just outside of town." You waved her off as her interested face..grew in interest watching as you dunked the mop into the bucket.

"I see." Hinatsuru exchanged a similar look with the other two before they just descended on the large basket in front of them. "What about your family? This home is rather large but you seem to be the only human living here."

You paused for a second. "....I don't really have any family. So I'm really the only one living here."

Her brows rose in interest. "Really? No one?"

You shook your head a sad frown falling over your face. "My .. parents passed away when I was really little. I have a few cousins around town, but we aren't close at all and they're busy with their own lives. So it's just always kinda been just me around here..."

A sob got you to look over your shoulder and found the familiar sight of Suma tearing up in sobs again holding a catfish she already ate the head of of. "AAAAHHH!! THAT'S SO SAD BEING ALL ALONE FOR SO LOOOOONG!!"

You smiled as Makio rolled her eyes but didn't comment on it. "I know but sometimes life is like that, and it's not all bad. I have friends around town I see a lot, and most everyone around here is really friendly." You began pushing the mop across the cold tile floor.

"Oh...No husband though?"

You shook your head ignoring the interested looks and Suma's sobs. "Not yet. But who knows? Mr. Right might be around someday."

The cleaning up was easy. Waiting for them to crawl on out to lounge on towels that you'd clean later so you could drain and rinse the soapy water from the tub was also easy. By now you were used to the routine and treated it as just a part of the temporary new routine you were doing. Every once and a while you had them use your soap to clean up and temporarily gave them a few dresses while their own was washed and then given back to them. Due to the terrible state they were in, and their messy eating habits, you'd rather have them stay clean....Sigh. At this rate you'd run out of soap and shampoo too.

"Y/n." You paused in the middle of filling up the large tub to look at Makio. She was lying on her side as Hinatsuru was running her hands alongside her tail probably looking for more loose scales as Suma ran a hand along Hina's long ponytail plucking at it with her sharpened nails in place of a comb. Makio looked confused string at you head in her hand before her other hand pointed at her head. "Why are you wearing a towel on your head?"

"Huh? Oh this?" You pointed at your head to which she nodded at. "Had a shower before coming in here. I don't know about mermaids but humans prefer to stay dry."

"Oh. I forgot about that."

You didn't have time to walk past them after finishing up but that was stopped when you were once again grabbed and yanked down by Makio making you yelp out and landing with your back harmlessly falling onto Hinatsuru's tail. Man these three were really strong. Must be because they weren't human you guessed.

"Hey. Y'know you could accidentally hurt someone by doing that!"

You grumbled but only sighed as Suma instantly hugged you tightly smooshing her cheek into your arm and in a fluid motion the towel was yanked off your head. A moment later there was a curious noise and two hands were on your head and in your hair grabbing strands of hair and pulling them gently apart. You guessed that was Makio because Hinatsuru was the one who nudged Suma off of you to grab your hand to look at your nails..and then proceeded to grab a nearby nail file (one of the few objects they asked for). You'd seen them do this behavior to each other before so it must've been some kind of familiar behavior for them you supposed. ...Eh. They weren't hurting you so you'd let them be. It's not like you had work or anything to worry about today anywa-

"HERE!!"

You jumped. Blinked. And then leaned back as the eyes of an obviously dead catfish stared at you. Held up and thrusted at you by Suma.

"You look hungry. EAT!," She happily chirped with a huge happy smile on her face nudging the raw fish closer to you.

"Oh..I uh-... I mean thanks but IIIIIII already ate! Yeah!" You nodded making Makio stubbornly grab your shoulder in warning to hold still. "I had a HUGE breakfast before I began cleaning and I'm still full-" you quickly made an excuse smiling awkwardly. "-so polite pass."

"Aaaawwww....OK! Then you can take it for lunch!"

"Oh, I really-"

"HERE!!" With a flopping motion and a huge happy smile from Suma, the fish was plopped right into your lap. You stared at it as Suma smiled widely in adoration. "See?! We can take care of you too!"

...The fish flopped onto it's side as you just stared at it. So much for the clean dress. You looked back to Suma who looked proud of herself for 'feeding' you. "..Thanks, Suma. It..looks like a really juicy fish." You'd sneak it back into their food basket later.

She happily smiled before just turning to predictably dig through the the basket again and pulled out a particularly big bass making a few fish tumble out- CLINK!! Suma paused as something that wasn't a fish tumbled out from the basket and landed just onto the floor in front of her. The hard stones making a few sounds against the tiles floor as they stopped. She froze. Blue eyes going wide at the strand of silver shiny stones staring up at her- THUD!! You once against jumped as the large fish was dropped from her hand and flopped back onto the basket. You expected Suma to cry again for dropping the fish or maybe dog around in the basket more seeing a fish she liked better..but were surprised seeing her face. It looked like she'd seen a ghost from the frozen, side eyed stars she gave.

"Suma?," you questioned as she stared at the floor. "Suma, are you alright?"

She didn't answer. Didn't react. Didn't speak. That got Hinatsuru's attention as she also confusedly looked up from your hand followed by Makio who peeled over your shoulder. Suma still didn't react...Until her bottom lip trembled. The trembling slowly spread to the rest of her body as her arms reached out ever so slowly. Blue eyes welding up with tears like you've seen her do so many times before but this time it seemed more... serious. Stones gently cracked against one another as trembling hands took them in their embrace .

"..Suma? What is it?"

"T-T-....Te-Tengen.."

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empressgeekt · 11 months ago

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Trolls - Accidental Knight and the end of the world (Field of Forget-me-nots au - what if?) -PART 3!!!!

Okay, so this is a what if off of second movie of the FoF au (this post), where Barb won. This was inspired by the fic "The Beginning of the End" by AnimationFan2006 on Ao3. Pls go give it a read. I highly recommend that anyone go to look at the rest of the Field of Forgetmenots au. And I had to split it in half because I posted the first one at 2:00 am. Here is that first post! and here's part 2

Now on to the plot...

Lets jump into the ocean and at the rubble of the techno kingdom. Synth wasn't sure to count himself horribly unfortunate or incredibly lucky. He had rushed off to the restroom, during the last rave. Said rest room had been destroyed by the Rock troll subs and Synth was left unconscious after the ceiling caved in on him. He wakes up to his home destroyed and a pounding headache. For about an hour or too, he flits around looking for any other survivors. Eventually, Sharks chase him out of the reef, now that there's no guards on duty or music playing, predators are flooding into the place.

The open Ocean is tough, Synth feels tiny with all the giant fish, whales and sharks. Also very lonely, he had grow up always surrounded by people, now there was no one. He doesn't remember much of the attack, but he does remember the Rock music. Usually other tribe music wasn't played in the reef, but the few records they did have were used in school so children could learn how to identify the difference between them. Well, all the tribes but pop and the sub-genres. If Rock had turned Synth needed to find help. So he just kept swimming....and swimming...and swimming.

Its after who know how long of dodging Fish, Squids, sharks, whales, and Dolphins (He thought they were friends, yo!), exhaustion and nearly starving to death, that he decides to find fresh water. Most land creatures lived by fresh water sources right? And even better he wouldn't have to deal with sharks....Well Swimming in land had it's own issues. Fresh water had Frogs, and alligators, and unknown plants. But that wasn't even the worse part. In land rivers were flooded with Zombified techno trolls. Synth is horrified by these monsters with the faces of his friends. Thankfully however the zombies aren't as good with their hydrokinesis as Synth was, so he could defend himself. However, by this point he was running on fumes. After a particularly bad fight, he passes out and the river current carries him into the lake, where he's sucked up into a bunch of pipes and is spit out in Bridget's bathroom sink.

Bridget has had a hard few weeks. There was still no word from Poppy, and she was getting really worried. Gristle was her rock, and she loved him to bits for it, but still she found that she didn't like no knowing what was going on outside. Word of Mount Rageous falling and Vacay island was shocking and scary news, especially when you consider how big those cities are in comparison to troll village. They still weren't sure what exactly was attacking them, but Gristle has put in mass emergency protocols in to place. Meaning, stocking up on water, food and other supplies, fortifying defenses and putting up a curfew to keep their people safe. All the stress of the passed couple weeks, has Bridget unable to sleep, so she tries to calm her self with a water cup, only to turn on the sink and shriek when something other then water falls out of the faucet. Gristle is running into the bathroom hearing her shout, and they both marvel at the tiny creature that infiltrated the castle. At first Bridget thought it was troll, but the glowing skin and fins didn't fit with the troll they know. Still they notice that the little creature is wounded, so Gristle orders for a physician for the creature and a plumper to check the pipe filters, because they are clearly not doing their job.

The doctor can't really do much for the creature, as they don't know much about their physiology. However, they do try to wrap their wounds (a challenging task with the small limbs and delicate/super slippery skin) and recommend to the King and queen-in-waiting that they set up the creature in a shallow water filled tray with a padded bottom. Bridget does her best to follow the doctors orders, padded a water tray and laying the creature in the water leaving their face above water and the rest of their body submerged.

Synth eventually wakes up after a few days. He's sore and hungry, but he's alive. Even better, someone had wrapped up his wounds. He had finally found help! It takes a little effort, but Synth figures out how to flop of the lovely water dish he woke up in and walk on his fins. Bridget finds him like this and after some initial shock on both sides the two get to talking. Synth talks about how Rock trolls attacked his people and he's looking for help. Bridget learns a lot more about the troll world and with answers in hand she takes Synth and they go talk to Gristle. The Bergen king is a little unsure about what to do with the new information. Bridget wants to go out and find the rock trolls, but Gristle once more has to hold her back, since they have no idea where the rock trolls are. Still Gristle does allow Synth to stay as long as he needs, and if they every come up with a plan to save his people they'd help. At this moment, Chad and Todd enter the room, and inform Gristle and Bridget that their are some Vacationers outside of the gate asking for sanctuary.

Brandy has had a hard few weeks. She and the other mothers (plus a few single dads) had spent a few weeks on the open water, before beaching on the main land and moving on foot. Her little ones are in different states of shock. The older ones (and Labreezy), are scared but they're putting on brave faces for their younger siblings, who are missing their daddy, and about three steps from a meltdown at all times. All the mothers and single dads are pulling together to keep all the kids safe, a fact that Brandy is grateful for since nearly half of the children there are hers. She listens to the radio every night after the kids are asleep, the other's used to listen too, but when they hear of the fall of Vacay island, they stop. Brandy never stops.

Eventually, after long weeks of traveling they come across BergenTown. The rest of the group is eager to ask for aid after their food and water supplies have been completely depleted, however Brandy is hesitant. Her children are half troll. There were many nights when she and Bruce had first gotten together when she would hear him wake up crying from nightmares about the place. Living as livestock, even from just hearing about it, is no way to live. Brandy wasn't sure she could take her children in there and watch these creatures feed off her husband's people with out going mad. However, they had no more food or water. Her babies need a proper meal and a good night's rest. Brandy reluctantly agrees, but makes the other's swear not to mention her husband. Her babies might not be troll sized but she doesn't want to take chances.

After speaking with the guards, they're told that only one may come in to plead with the king. The other adults decide that Brandy should go in. She is by far the smartest of them, and she knew about bergens before coming here. Inside she is a raging kermit (seriously just because she knew about them, doesn't mean she knows how to talk to creatures who ate her children's grandparents!), however she keeps all that inside and lets the guards lead her through the town. Bergentown isn't like Vacay island. The colors are dulled and leaned more towards green then yellow and blue. The People make her feel small, Vacationers being only half the size of Bergens at best, and she couldn't imagine what it was like for Bruce to grow up here. In the corner of her eye she sees what could only be the troll tree, and she looks away quickly, not wanting to see her love's people trapped, but at the same time missing that the cage is gone and the tree is empty.

To her relief, The Bergen King is a young man, and on the smaller side. A little less intimidating then she thought he would be. Brandy thinks she's doing alright, until another bergen walks in. A girl around the same age as the king, in a fancy pink dress. The look she shares with the king is one that Brandy recognizes, young love. Then she notices what the girl is holding. A tray with a Techno troll on it. Techno Trolls usually stopped by the island every now and again, but Brandy knew they never came this far inland. For a moment she fears that she's about to witness a troll losing their lives, but then said troll speaks up, asking her name. When she answers, The Troll asked if she ran the cantina, and upon confirming she did, to her shock the troll advocates for her and the King listens. The king and the girl leaves for a moment, and Brandy approaches the troll asking if he was alright. Synth, after introducing himself, says he's as good as he's going to get. Bridget and Gristle are good hosts, and from him Brandy learns about how there's supposedly peace between the trolls and them, and from her Synth learns about the whole eating trolls thing. Which he is grossed out by but he'd been there for over a week, most of which he was unconscious for, and nothing bad has happened. Still he'll ask. The King returns and says that her people will be given sanctuary, and since he knew that she worked in the restaurant he offers for Brandy to work in the kitchens while her family is housed in the castle. She accepts the offer a little skeptical, and vows that if any trolls enter that kitchen she'd let them go.

After two weeks, Brandy is relieved to find that the peace was an actually true thing, and the kitchen staff was treated very well in BergenTown. She forms a quick friendship with Bridget, who has a habit of cleaning when stressed so she helps Brandy after dinner is served, despite practically being a princess. The Bergen girl is sweet, and it isn't too long before, Brandy is handing out advise to her that could be described as motherly. IT also helps that Bridget loves playing with the children (yea, Gristle was a little shocked by the sheer number of children he just invited into the castle). Things seem to start to settle by this point. Brandy has a way to keep a stable life for her and the kids, and for now their safe. She still misses Bruce, but she hasn't given up hope on him yet. Especially when she starts getting morning sickness. When she figures out that kid number fourteen is on the way, she laughs, because of course she and Bruce would have a child in the middle of the apocalypse. Still she keeps calm and carries on, hoping for another girl.

Back at the golf course, Demo excitedly reveals that the letter is from Hickory and that he has opened a line of communication with Pop troll prisoners, including Queen Poppy. Viva jumps on that, she wants to know everything about what's happening to her sister, and if they had seen her Dad. There's nothing in the letter about Peppy, much to her distress, and all that's on Poppy is that she was being tortured and that they want her out sooner then later. Viva is horrified, and wants to get her sister out right now, but everyone has to tell her to slow down. They need a plan first. Keith asks if they can get Branch out and the letter does mention him but Queen Barb is keeping him close, so they might not be able to. Keith is heavily disappointed.

For now all they can do is keep sending letters back and forth, slowly forming a plan to get the prisoners out. They do get something solid going. It's a long shot but it could work. However, when the subject of leave the golf course comes up, Clay becomes very vocal about not leaving, and surprisingly Viva doesn't back him up. This causes the two of them to argue, Clay wanting to know why Viva has changed her mind and suddenly wants to abandon everything they've worked for, and Viva cant' lose her sister again. Especially if she's out there being tortured (basically reversing their movie roles).

John Dory Floyd and Bruce all pull him out of the room, and start a long over due conversation. This only serves to piss Clay further off, especially when John and Bruce are agreeing that he's out of line. The middle brother just loses it at them, screaming about how he had finally found a place where he was respected as a leader, and now John has come running into his life trying to control everything, and that everyone is blind to what JD is doing, controlling them, trying to get his band back together, with made up story.

Bruce: Whoa whoa whoa, what are you talking about?

Clay: Oh so now you want to listen?!

JD: do you really think I would orchestrate the end of the world just to get Brozone back together?

Clay: Of course you would! All you've ever done is try to ruin my life with that stupid band of yours!! You did it when we were kids, but that wasn't enough for you ! You had to come back and do it again! Well guess what I'm not going to let you trick everyone and ruin everything again!

JD: I never wanted to ruin everything Clay! I want you all safe.

Clay: pfff, yeah right. You just want me to be your dancing fun boy puppet. Keep me in a little box! Never take me seriously!

JD: I didn't mean to put you in a box...

Clay: Oh, yeah then what did you mean to do? Make me into a doll?

JD: no! it was to keep you safe and get food on the table!

Clay: Don't try to make yourself into a hero here, John Dory, you were just a bossy controlling parasite. How in the world would making me a 'fun boy' keep me safe!

JD: Because the Chef never took trolls that made the others Happy! That was the whole point of the band! To make you all more important alive then on a platter! So ,you wouldn't get taken like...like...

Silence....

Floyd: John?

JD: *sigh* The last thing mom and dad told me was to take care of you.

Bruce: and the band was your way of doing that.

JD: yeah...I first I thought it would just be me, doing shows, earning money, putting food on the table. One by one you each wanted in and...*shrugges*

Clay: W-what about Grandma, she had money you didn't need to sacrifice our childhoods to put "food on the table"

JD: She was retired, sure her pension was enough for her to live off of but plus five growing boys? And that's not even covering the house bills or ya'lls school.

Clay: well, what about the perfect family harmony?

JD: What?

Clay: You know perfect family harmony? The thing we failed and then you abandoned us for !

JD: Oh...that...it wasn't my idea originally.

Clay: What?

JD: yeah, King Peppy asked me to do it. It was supposed break the cage...so we could escape...

Clay: what?!

Floyd: That's why you were so stressed...you were trying to save us...

Bruce: why did you say anything. I could've helped you. If I had understood what was going on....

JD: you would've panicked. Besides it wasn't your job to help me. I was the oldest, I had to be the leader, I had to be the one to worry, so the rest of you didn't have to.

Clay: *rolling his eyes* yeah real good job you did there.

Bruce: Clay...

Clay: Oh please, sure he's not as big of a jerk as I thought, but don't tell me you've forgotten all he did to us! He shoved us in to roles and made life hell! Floyd had issues talking about his own problems, because he was so busy dealing with ours! I couldn't even keep my hair its natural color! You couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror without having horrible thoughts about your body!

Bruce: Clay I-

JD: I'm sorry...I-I never wanted to hurt you.

Clay: Then why did you?

JD: Because I thought if I gave you roles then you wouldn't have to change yourselves. Bruce was young, handsome and obsessed with romance novels. Floyd could cry at the drop of a hat. You were always laughing or jumping onto something. I thought if I gave you labels then you wouldn't have to change for the fans. I was trying to make it easier for you. If you were wild no one would judge you. If Floyd cried no one would call him names. If Bruce flirted with a random girl it wouldn't be seen as weird. I-I just didn't think you'd out grow them so quickly....I'm sorry.

Bruce: Oh Johnny...

Clay: You-you should've told us all this.

JD: I know.

Clay: So, you really aren't here to ruin everything, to force me back...now that i'm serious?

JD: Of course not! Clay you could be and evil psychopathic murderer, and i could care less! I'm just happy you're alive! I mean after I went back and the tree was empty...

Floyd: You went back? Even after 'goodbye forever'?

JD: I didn't mean it...I always meant to come back...but when i did...no one was there. *sigh* But enough about me, there's one other critter in the room we need to address. Clay what's your issue with Keith?

Clay: Issue I don't have an issue.

Bruce: Clay, tell us what's going on.

Clay: Nothing's going on! So, what if I fucked up so bad that Branch had to go live with a foster parent and got saddled with a kid and then got turned by psycho evil queen! It's fine!

Floyd: Clay you didn't fuck up...

Clay: I did! I never left the tree! I just moved to a different pod and...never talked to Branch or grandma...I wanted to after the escape...but...I should've been there, I should've stayed with them...Branch had to find a new family and it's all my fault...

Floyd: It's not just you're fault Clay, we all left. Hell, I promised I'd go back and I never did! now Branch is gone and...*Weeps*

JD: We're gonna get him back *hugs Floyd* and nothing's going to keep us apart again. This family's going to stick together best we can from now on.

Bruce: Keith included.

Clay: I need to apologize to him...

JD: We all do...to both of them...

(wow that segment took way too long)

With the air cleared between the bio-brothers things move on a little smoother, Clay is still hesitant to leave the golf course considering the threat but he wants Branch back now two. The apology to Keith didn't go great, kid still hated all of them, but Clay wasn't hostile anymore.

Demo continued to keep writing Jovi, and soon they had a plan in place. Demo would sneak back into the city, and help Jovi move the prisoners outside the boarders, hiding them in stage equipment and shipping them out to an out of city venue for an obsure band that hired Demo as a manager. The out of city venue would be Rhonda, where a team of select trolls would be waiting to receive the escapees. Along with Jovi since it's getting harder to hide his mixed nature and he's worried about getting Zombified. The date and place is set...

What they don't know is that Debbie had intercepted their fruit bat and Barb knows all about the deal. Originally she wanted to take out Jovi immediately, however Riff suggests that she waits so she can crush all of the rebellion at the exchange. She likes this idea better, after all she had been looking for the perfect place to execute the pop queen, what better then to do so in front of her allies with the blade of her noble knight. Hickory catches wind of this, and manages to send the large amount of Rockers that Barb originally wants to intercept the trade off on a wild goose chase. He thinks he's saved the mission.

Demo enters the city with a sick stomach, he's now and enemy of the state. it's hard to interact with Val and Petra after everything. He's really glad when he meets up with Jovi to get the other's out. The prisoners or Snackpack as they were called her honestly really sweet, and he felt bad about what they went through. And shockingly amongst them was the funk princes, unturned.

Poppy isn't so sure of the hope that bubbles in her belly at the sight of two trolls that sneak into her cell late at night. Jovi has proven to be kind but she's still wary of this Demo guy, though he is amusing with all his formalities around her. Seeing her brother and friends was a balm her soul needed, though it didn't settle her fear as they were sneaked out the city. It isn't until the heat of the sun and fresh air, hit her skin outside of the city and she sees the little green trolling running into her arms do her colors begin to brighten. Poppy would Hug Keith with all she had. In the back ground she could hear the others talking with the trolls that Demo had found and came in contact with, but she didn't pay them any mind well until the whislte of and arrow shots past and someone screams. Poppy would look up and whisper in horror, "Branch?"

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There will be a part 4

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vanillasn0w · 9 months ago

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The Kidnapping Prince

Rafe's girlfriend gets assaulted and Rafe is there to comfort her and be by her side.

Warnings: talk, many mentions of assault, blood from assault, bruises from assult. Overrall dark theme. Do not read if this is triggering.

It’s a dark, dark night, without any stars in the sky. The moon isn’t out and the streetlights for are not working. It’s the darkest it’s ever been. Rafe can’t even see the grass or the trees very well. The water is black against black, just darkness. The front porch light does little to help him see, but it should help his girlfriend. The only actual light there is, is from the lighthouse up the street and that of cars headlights. There aren’t even any lamps on in the houses. Rafe feels like he is in the middle of a black hole, somewhere in space. It’s been a complete blackout for days now.

So, he sits in the middle of the black hole like world and waits, waits for there to be light. The power companies said it would be back on in two days and that they were really working hard to get it up and running again. He sits and waits, waits, waits. He finds that he misses the light very much. The lantern he has for emergencies isn’t enough. Rafe wants to be able to truly see again. There is a certain coldness to this place without there being any light, a chill to the air indeed. The chiliness grips his waist with icy fingers, holding on for dear life. It’s not supposed to feel this cold in the Outer Banks, but he chalks it up to it being the blackout. While he waits in the darkness, he feels the silence as well. It’s an eerie silence, too quiet to put into words. People don’t want to go anywhere when there is no light. Usually, there would be music blasting from somewhere down the street. The only sound are the frogs croaking and the hum of insects. It’s music to his ears, he thinks. He enjoys listening to it.

The silence, it seems, becomes overbearing. It makes him realize that his girlfriend should have been back by now. The silence is all consuming. It echoes in his mind, even though there is no sound.The porchlight turns off. Then, the door opens. And all he sees is blood.

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With tears in his eyes, he carries his hurt girlfriend up to the bathtub, anger, it seems is the only thing he knows right now. Plus, there is the all consuming concern, which fills him as if there is an ocean of it inside of him. There is blood coming from her thighs. He can only assume the worst. He has to carry her because she couldn’t walk. She said that couldn’t, while she had collapsed onto the floor. His eyes didn’t see anything else, but her on the floor. He couldn’t think of anything else. If a bomb had gone off that very moment,but the only thing he’d be paying attention to was her on the floor. He would have heard the noise, but blocked out the rest. He can feel fear engulf the air, as he is nervous about her injuries. He is going to kill whoever did this to her, he thinks to himself.

When he arrives in the bathtub, he is careful to remove her pants. He nearly has a fit upon seeing the hand marks on her thighs. And then, there is the blood. There’s a lot but not too much, thankfully. No, that blood got soaked up by her pants. He doesn’t make her speak about it, because he knows it would be too much. He is very gentle, but however, she sobs, crying out upon each touch. He will not cry, not right now, now matter how much he wants to. He puts down the soap, gets off his pants and goes into the tub with her, holding her in his arms. She sobs.

“I am so sorry, I am so sorry.” He says repeatedly, not letting her go. She holds onto him as if doing so is the only thing keeping her breathing, she holds onto him because holding onto him gives her those breaths she needs. Holding onto him gives her life. When they get out of the bath, she decides that it would be best if they went to the hospital. She doesn’t want to go, but, she knows she needs to check for internal injuries. The pain is just too much, so there really isn’t any other option.

“After we go to the hospital, I am going to destroy him.”

She doesn’t say anything, but is thankful for his protection.

“I’d like that very much.” Y/N isn’t much for violence, but this awful man who did this to her needs some sort of punishment. He used her like his sex toy and he needs to pay.

Rafe wraps a protective arm around her. “Can you walk?”

“I can try.” She says.

His hand cups her chin for a moment, and he stares straight into her bright blue eyes. “I am so sorry I couldn’t protect you better. I am so sorry.”

He says, nearly crying.

She holds his face in her hands. “Don’t apologize for that. This was way out of your hands.”

He nods.

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At the hospital, there is even more silence. There were many abrasions and a slight tear, which is only furthering the pain. Rafe blocks out how to take care of the tear it hurts so much to hear. He has to ask again.

“Surgery will be needed.”

It will take months before she can have sex again, he is informed. She sobs in his arms upon hearing all of this. After prepping her for surgery, Rafe goes out into the hallway and breaks down into tears. He is a mess of sadness and hurt. How could someone do this to her? How could he not have been there for her? He has to take a long walk before he is composed enough to come back without crying even more. He calls the bar and asks if there was any with a snake tattoo, demanding to know if he was seen, where he was. On her blood soaked pants, he remembers seeing a snake drawn in ink that wasn’t there before.

“Yeah, his name is Ulta. He’s still here.”

That was all he needed to know. Shortly, feeling all the rage in the entire world inside of him, he walks into the bar.

“Where is Ulta?”

A big, muscular, white man with tattoos all over his arm and a buzzcut turns around. “Yes?”

Rafe doesn’t hesitate before walking over and punching the man in the face, blood spurting from his mouth.

“Piece of shit!” He punches him again.

“You assaulted her, monster!” He punches him again, more blood pouring out of him, until the bar manager stops him.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing?”

“He hurt someone I care about. And he’s going to pay.”

He spits in his face before being asked to leave.

“Bring him out to my car.”

“What? Hell no!”

“I said, bring him out to my car. Or else you’ll be getting punched, too.”

The bar manager doesn’t hesitate any more. Ulta is soon handcuffed to the cupholder of Rafe’s truck. He smiles seeing him like this. It doesn’t take long before he has im handcuffed to the inside of his house and is waiting for the police to get here. However, to Rafe’s extreme anger, the police don’t come. He calls them, eagerly expecting an answer. The boss says they are tied up at a homicide case.

“Well, then send more of them! This important!”

“We know. You’ve been heard.”

“Then get here, god dammit!”

He says, hanging up on them and slamming his hand down. He waits and he waits and he waits, but they do not come. It’s been thirty-six minutes and they still haven’t come. Rafe doesn’t know what to do. He can leave him here, but that would be cruel. He can go to to hospital and take the monster with him, but what good will that do? When Ulta comes and sees he has been handcuffed to the chair, he is not happy.

“You little shit! Get me out of here!”

“No can do.”

“You little shit! I swear to God if you don’t let me go..”

Rafe silences him with a punch.

He lulls, exclaiming, “If you ever punch me again, I will-

“You’ll what? You can’t do anything if you’re in handcuffs, idiot.”

“What is this even about?”

“You assaulted my girlfriend.”

Ulta laughs. “Oh, her? Yeah, that was nice…such sexy fun, I want to do it again and again…

Rafe grabs his throat, causing him to gag. Anger has taken over Rafe’s system and he will do anything to shut this guy up, to make him pay for what he’s done.

“Okay, okay, I’ll be quiet.”

Rafe explains that he is going to take him by the police station where he will turn himself in. If he doesn’t, Rafe gives him an ultimatum. Rafe will handcuff him to the outside of the station if he doesn’t do it. And, he warns, that it’s supposed to be pretty cold tonight.

“The police will know either way.”

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Rafe watches as Ulta walks himself into the police station, watches him very carefully. When he turns back to look at Rafe, Rafe gives him the finger. Ulta doesn’t say anything but walks through the doors. Now, he hopes his girlfriend will be safe. Upon returning to the hospital, Y/N is very shaken and in pain from her surgery. The medication they gave her will help ease the pain, the doctor said.

Rafe walks into her room with a bouquet of roses, causing her to smile. He smiles at her.

“Hey.” He says.

“Hi.” She says, her eyes lidded.

He plants a kiss on her forehead and places the bouquet on her bedside.

“Thanks, you’re so sweet.”

“Only the best for the best.”

He takes her hand in his, sitting by her. “I promise you, no one will ever get to you like this again.”

She nods.

“It still hurts?”

She nods. “The meds should help though. It will just take some time for them to set in.”

“How did the surgery go?”

“Good. They were able to repair the tear.”

Rafe winces, tears filing his eyes. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s okay, come here.”

So, he does, and lies next to her, tears falling down his eyes. She runs his hand through his hair, his head on her lap. He is the very air she breathes. She is so glad he is here with her. This air, this world, is nothing without him. Again, he is the very air she breathes, he is her oxygen, in a way. She looks at him as he cries, feeling her heartstrings being tugged over and over again. She tells him to look at her, taking his chin in her hand, “Hey, we will get through this together.”

He nods. It’s his beauty that will get her through this nightmare. God, he really is beautiful, so, so beautiful.

“I promise.” She says.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron

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star-man-in-the-sky · 2 months ago

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New ocs info dump! (Making them separate BC nobody is reading all that in one go 😭🙏)

Dawn Simpson

• Voice claim - Tiana ~ the princess and the frog (her voice is so pretty istg).

• Moved to Eltingville a few months ago when money got tight back home.

• Dawn works at a surf shop and teaches people, usually younger kids, how to surf and/or swim safely in the sea.

• Dawn isn't a geek, far from it, she would've been a popular kid if she didn't see through the superficial-ness those friend groups had.

• She does well in her subjects and hopes to study marine biology full-time some day.

• She doesn't like the Eltingville Club members but she tolerates them because she finds them amusing.

• It's hard to tell that she's actually nice at first because she talks to people as if she's only pretending to be kind to make fun of people. Turns out she is being genuine and she just has a "bitchy" tone she never noticed.

• Some of her interests include: Marine biology, surfing, Nail art, Chiikawa, Animal crossing, Kirby, Abzu, Ponyo and other 'cozy' media (especially when it has aquatic themes).

• Opinions on the Eltingville Club members:

Bill Dickey - Dawn absolutely HATES this man lmaoooo. She can't go a single interaction without clocking his tea. She's the type of person to just bring him up whenever she can just to be spiteful.

Jerry Stokes - The one she tolerates the most, unsurprisingly. They're not close but they know eachother enough to hold a conversation. Dawn says she prefers talking to him when the rest of the club isn't around.

Pete DiNunzio - Dawn doesn't like Pete but she understands that if she wants to get along with one of them other than Jerry it'd be Pete because he's not as much of a crashout. She doesn't seek out conversation with him but doesn't actively avoid it either.

Josh Levy - Likes him a little more than Bill but he's on thin ice. Dawn says she'd probably like him if he'd just chill out a bit. Probably would talk to him if noone was there to bother him (bill).

Opinions on other ocs:

Pippa richards - Dawn and Penelope don't really know eachother that well. Dawn doesn't care much to learn about her, mostly due to her not so great reputation of being an obsessive creep. She doesn't dislike her, nor would say anything bad about her but they're not really friends.

Alex Lambert - Alex and Dawn are pretty good friends despite their obviously differing social upbringing. Alex is always begging for Dawn to somehow prove that Gwen is of merfolk descent and Dawn is always begging Alex to do karaoke together, Dawn swears Alex has the voice of an angel. (I'm not projecting my love for Jack Stauber right now what are you talking about)

Gwen Wilkins - Gwen and Dawn are pretty close, she's definitely allowed to call Gwen 'Mousey'. They can empathise with eachother due to both of them working jobs to make some extra cash. They also bond over their enjoyment of the ocean, despite Gwen's interest being more fantasy-based.

Joan McCann - Joan and Dawn are practically inseparable when they're together. They bonded over their similar 'sassy' personalities and then later felt connected by their more vulnerable sides respectively. They piss off Bill together lmao.

#the eltingville club #welcome to eltingville #eltingville oc #eltingville club oc #dawn simpson #welcome to eltingville oc #welcome to eltingville club

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mikey-wazowski · 2 years ago

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Do you want to go to the castle where the dogs are or do you want to go back to your frog pond?

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So here's my gift for @bitemarx for @d20exchange!! I know you said you like character analysis so I decided to use the inspiration I got from this post by @littlebitofdnd and create this drawing based on Gerard's own helplessness. He holds the keys to free himself but would being free be any better than drowning at the bottom of the lake? Plus, as they said in the post, Gerard believes he deserves it so would he really leave anyway?

I wanna rant a little bit more about the details in the drawing so that'll be under the cut along with a version of the art without the water effects! Anyway, I hope you liked the gift!!

Get ready for a stream of consciousness lol

I decided to depict Gerard sitting on a pile of trash at the bottom of the ocean as a nod to Gerard's lack of self-worth! It's meant to look a bit like a throne so that the silhouette along with the paper crown would be a representation of this illusion of being this handsome fairy tale prince that Gerard continues to hold onto! He's in the middle of a transformation now, still holding onto being human (again, fairy tale prince) but not quite there. He'll never have quite the look he believes he needs to pull off. I also decided to put a sword next to him as a nod to the sword of truth and his connection with Elody along with the Golden Ball on his chain and in his hands representing that as well. Finally, he does have the keys to the chains around his neck, with nothing stopping him from grabbing them, except the fact he has no better place to go and he'd have to let go of the Golden Ball, Elody, in the process as well as leave his makeshift throne. He has all the keys to his happiness, he just can't seem to let go of what was supposed to be his happy ending! :)

Anyway, I'm done ranting! Here's the version without the water effects:

#d20exchange2023 #neverafter #d20 neverafter #gerard of greenleigh #neverafter gerard #this was fun yay

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senka-mesecine · 6 months ago

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what would the platoon boys give the reader as a birthday present?? And what gift would they like to receive on their birthday?

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― Hey, rich boy being rich, Chris would have the innate urge to give something classically pricey and something that bears the typical marker of wealth; a piece of jewelry, an expensive token, a fancy dinner at an equally fancy restaurant, a whole ass car, you name it and this is a habit that never truly goes away even though it ends up augmented by his time in the war and he is infinitely more likely as a result of that time he starts giving things that are more personal in nature, bordering on being handcrafted or a souvenir or keepsake that survived along with him throughout his deployment, something with genuine gravitas as well as being, well, beautiful. Sometimes, though, you yourself don't get just how much gravitas his presents to you actually bear, or how he might've spent whole days and nights clenching this one particular, seemingly pretty yet inoffensive knick knack in the palm of his hand while on guard in a trench or a foxhole, waiting for an attack, and now it's hanging off of your neck as a birthday gift, almost like a war trophy of sorts. Maybe even a war trophy you'll never realize is a war trophy. There's two sides to every story much like there's two sides to Taylor himself. He might just bring it up if you ever take the thing off.

― O'Neill is one of those assholes who jokes how for your birthday he wants a blowjob and for his birthday he also wants a blowjob, but this is mainly an obnoxious, irritating, overly sexualized bit of salacious banter and locker room jibe he makes to cover up the fact that he is actually unusually sentimental and thoughtful and is downright the type to do something exceedingly romantic for your birthday, planning for it way, way, way in advance, being the one to bring it up and heck, whatever you do for his will downright make his face drop, causing him look like a sad frog about to get emotional over shockingly small gestures of affection. How on earth did you end up on R&R in Hawaii with a bouquet of flowers on the beach with a round of Mai Tai's at dusk you don't exactly know, but it sure happened, almost like a lot of preparation, legitimate devotion and thought went into this and almost like Red is innately and nervously over-eager to please and does a surprisingly great job doing so, being smarmily proud of himself once he does. Yeah, you're looking out into the Pacific Ocean with the prettiest sunset ever. Of course he'll brag about this to everyone else later too.

― If Red merely jokes that he'd like a blowjob for a birthday, Bunny really means it. And heck, this includes any sexual act under the sun, both for his birthday and yours and always, and if that sounds childishly crude now, you could end up wishing he sticked to that instead because the gifts this kid ends up giving are grizzly to say the least and the more you look into them and think about them objectively, the more harrowing they become. Here's a wonderful, specialized silver zippo...that I burned a hooch with one time. He's a camera and it's a good camera too...but the pictures that used to be inside the reels border on war crimes. Here's a decorative enamel pendant that...has a human molar inside of it. Here's your name tattooed on his body...and possibly somewhere not all that appropriate. Bunny lacks the sense of propriety necessary to deduce what's a normal gift or he simply doesn't care and finds the shock value funny, but he's a bit like a cat proudly dragging the corpse of a dead mouse or a slaughtered bird in front of your feet expecting you to impressed and give him a big, snuggly, congratulatory pat. Should've just given him a blowjob instead, Jesus Christ.

― Wolfe would much rather receive praise on his birthday than literally anything else in the whole wide world; just the very fact you remembered and took time to congratulate him without a shred of irony, mockery or any malicious intent behind it profoundly just bloats something inside of him even though he seems infinitely nervous and flustered merely accepting the congratulations, not used to the attention or even the respect, thinking you'll turn around any second, say siike and end up making fun of him one way or another; by extension, he's almost ready to put up his guard and be aloof and stand offish when there's no reason to be. How he reciprocates your commonplace kindness is so vastly out of proportion though, it might just make you a tiny bit uncomfortable, because Mark's the type to get you a hugely overblown gift in reciprocation for basically almost nothing but you being nice to him. You merely remembered the man, now you're saddled with...what's that...why did he give you a diamond encrusted pair of earrings with a signet ring to match? Is...this Tiffany's? Why have you been approved to go on a vacation too? You never asked for a break. You're at a loss for words.

― Gifts!? Gifts!? Gifts are a purely civilian effort of tactical distraction to embroider these poor, blind, naive suckers into continuously ritualized, soul-sucking acts of spending money on nonsense big business can't sell every year with the sole intention of upholding the social contract of normality to prevent people from realizing how MESSED UP everything actually is and stop them from opening their third eye to the world at large and seeing all the awfulness, the lies, and the horror, the horror, the horror....and while Rhah might rant against birthdays, Christmas, the holidays, love, relationships, family, friendship, duty, sacrifice, the things he says and the things he actually does can often be two wholly opposing things. Meaning that he could very well be against birthdays, but he never said he's against your birthday. In fact, he's so weirdly devoted and passionate about it he'll downright ask you what it is you want with the most fervent, dedicated, near worshipful tone of voice imaginable like he's prepared to give you anything in the world. Like he's borderline inquiring for the privilege to pay homage to you; just as well, whatever you give Vermucci's somehow pedestalized like you just grabbed a star from the sky and handed it to him. In fact, if he can wear the item on his person at all times and just give it a kiss every now and again, he will. Crazy, for someone who was seeming that contrarian.

― King thinks Rhah's whack and he'll say he's whack pretty openly because King can appreciate the whole birthday thing as an idea. He gives a good gift and he knows how to receive a gift too in a rather stable-minded, jovial, relaxed manner as well. Nothing extreme going on here. No dramatics. In fact, he somehow has the most normal and level headed disposition out of the bunch where swapping presents is concerned. He'll downright ask when your birthday is too in case he doesn't know when it is because he's interested and he wants you to know that he is, seeing no purpose in being all mysterious or covert about it. You ain't playing hide and seek, are you? He'll tell you he'll get you something with a big smile to, just as easily telling you his date of birth as well because it ain' no classified big ass secret and he isn't going to treat it like one neither. Like, there's actual communication happening here on a mutual level, which can be oddly refreshing because he's friendly, warm and very open on the matter to the point it is in fact, absolutely endearing. The fact that King cares and cares so openly and consistently, without any personal hang ups. What he likes to get is records, music, something to relax with, something to smoke and he is very transparent about that as well. Like, why hide it? Why make things hard if they can be easy?

― With Elias it is something spiritual, something protective, something with an almost religious connotation as well as a deeply sentimental one. A crucifix matching the one he wears. A charm he personally made for your birthday that he swears is magical (a comment delivered with a wink so you'd understand he might be joking...but is he?) a pedant that is near shamanic in nature and hey, you might be superstitious or you might not be, but nonetheless having something his close by does soothe you and make you feel oddly better --- safer --- like he's always nearby. You swear, however crazy it may sound to put trust into what's effectively a placebo effect, that you started dreaming about him from the moment you got this gift; a notion if you ever bring up he might simply smile cryptically at and in equal measure? Whatever you get him works by sheer virtue of it being your gift, given by your hand. Downright, you might give Elias Grodin a lock of your hair and the very next day it'll be in a locket hanging off of his neck right next to his cross and dog tags like the most cherished possession he has in the whole wide world. He's all for symbols and symbolics, you see. And he is humble and appreciative. Astoundingly so. To the degree he'll appreciate even the smallest gestures out of you, possibly infinitely more than any big one.

― Barnes pretends like he doesn't care about birthdays as a concept. Doesn't remember anyone's and doesn't want his remembered either because this isn't a social club. Truth of the matter is that he in actuality seems like the type of man who has every soldier's exact date of birth memorized in his platoon to a T and that includes yours as well. He doesn't forget a single thing. Ever. About anyone. He just looks at a face and knows when they're born and where they're born because he's wordlessly meticulous like that. Heck, probably remembered their blood type too. And what he gets you? In a civilian life or otherwise? Well, he gets you precisely and exactly something he deduced you want and need through sheer observation alone. Never indicated he will. Never mentioned it. A conversation about this never happened. Hey, you might not even know it's from him because the present could just wait for you somewhere where you'll be most likely to find it, you, and nobody else, but you've been given it and that's that on that. Somehow, the most thoughtful present imaginable is there, without a note or without explanation because he expects no thanks or ass kissing. What he wants? Just as likely that whatever you quietly leave for him will be just as quietly accepted. Almost like whatever's from you is by default silently cherished. It's actually weirdly...well...intimate.

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