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Evan was in his final year of high school. He just turned 18 and he was feeling great. He was the star of the football team and he had a smokin hot body. His abs looked like they were chiseled from stone, his pecs sat like trophies on his chest. His arms glistened and bulged with muscles. one day after practice, his coach called him over. Even ran over, dripping with sweat. “I need you to move up a weight class”. Coach said. “We’re starting to struggle against teams with bigger players. We need some more meat on the team.” Evan was skeptical. He would have to give up his precious abs? He didn’t know if he could. But coach convinced him it would only be around 20 pounds, and he could lose it when the season ended. that night, instead of making a fresh, healthy meal, Evan drove to McDonald’s and ate a large Big Mac meal. He couldn’t believe how good it felt. Soon, Evan was off of school for a few weeks due to construction. This also meant no football practice. He didn’t mind though. He was too busy bulking. He spent most of his days shirtless, playing video games and eating snacks in his room. Without realizing he had already gained over 15 pounds. All of the junk food and snacks that he was eating was starting to take a toll on his waistline. His abs had slowly disappeared, and his muscles began to grow softer. He had a slight paunch that hung over the waistband on his underwear. by the time the construction was over and Evan could get back to school, his pants were quite hard to button. He mostly just wore sweatpants anyway. His smallest shirts began to ride up and reveal a sliver of his belly. at practice, coach called Evan over again. “You been bulking?” “Yes sir” Evan replied. Coach took Evan to the scales to see how much weight he had gained. “You lost a pound?! What the hell is wrong with you?! I’m going to have to do this myself. Come to my house later tonight.”

Evan was confused. He was sure he put on weight. None of his pants fit, and his abs were completely gone. He arrived at coaches house and knocked on the door. Coach let him in and told him to have a seat at the table. Evan still didn’t know what coach had in store but he was scared. He was also pretty hungry. Coach brought out 3 pizzas, a cake, canned pastas, ice cream, and a batch of chocolate chip cookies. Evan’s eyes grew wide. “You’re not leaving tonight until you eat all of this food.” Coach yelled. “But coach-“ coach shut him up and told him to eat. evan started with the pizza. He did good on the first two, but the last one was giving him trouble. It took a while, but eventually he finished the last slice. Next was the pasta. He was already pretty full but coach wouldn’t let him take a break. Evan kept eating and moaning as he got fuller and fuller. His belly was starting to stretch and expand, and his belt grew tight. He ripped it off and undid his pants and let out a sigh of relief. He continued to eat and eat until the pasta was gone. Coach let him take a little break before dessert but it didn’t help much. Evan dug into the cake with his hands, shoving fistfuls of food down his throat. His face was covered in pizza sauce, grease, and chocolate icing. He continued through the cake until he started feeling nauseous. “I thought this might happen. Here” coach said as he gave Evan some anti nausea medicine. After a couple minutes Evan felt better and finished off the cake. For the last two things, Evan combined the cookies and the ice cream to make it easier for himself. He took off his tight shirt to make some room and he dug in. After an hour of moaning and burping, he couldn’t do it. There was still a few cookies left and almost half a tub of ice cream. “You’re gonna come back every night until you can finish one of my feasts boy” coach yelled.

after a few weeks of this, Evan was still unable to finish one of coach’s meals, but they were definitely starting to affect his body. His slight paunch had grown into a round ball gut. His pecs were saggy moobs and his tight ass was big and jiggly. His thighs almost doubles in size and he had an extra chin now. But Evan was competitive. He wouldn’t stop until he won.

[astrojulia]

Tarot Cards as Professions

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Major Arcanas:

The Fool: Work with abroad, connections with imports, language teacher, multinationals, entrepreneur, intern, college student, art major.

The Magician: Entrepreneur, job that needs skill with the hands (acupuncture, hairdresser, artisan), actor, salesperson, influencer.

The High Priestess: Education, especially children, nutrition, psychology, cook, housewife, food engineering, toy factory, fortuneteller, spiritual advisor, librarian.

The Empress: Management, business administration, foreign trade, secretariat, translation, decoration, stay-at-home mom, model, cook, farmer.

The Emperor: Business administration, work related to areas of technological innovation, the military or sportsmen, CEO, tycoon.

The Hierophant: Philanthropic areas, ONGs, religious work, social work, diplomacy, and a degree, journalism, writer, editor, priest, spiritual guru, politician.

The Lovers: Sales area in any sector, tourism, theater, advertising, the arts in general, porn star, stripper, masseuse.

The Chariot: Activities related to transport, cars, the latest technology, chauffeur, mechanic, athlete.

Strength: Aesthetics, physical education and various body therapies, medicine, zoologist.

The Hermit: Teacher, writer, doctor, antique dealer, restorer, librarian, gardener.

Wheel of Fortune: Financial market, exchange offices, casinos, lottery houses, stock exchanges, and areas related to public relations, hospitality, game show host.

Justice: Public jobs, won through competitions, politics, police, with government positions, in the diplomatic area, law, insurance company worker.

The Hanged Man: Nurse, auditor, inspector, porter, secretariat, general assistants, yoga instructor, prison guard, philanthropist.

Death: Doctor, farmer, geologist, business administrator, gardener, accountant, assassin, death row executioner, surgeon.

Temperance: Working with liquids in general or with what is transported in liquid form such as alcoholic beverages, medicines, juices. chemist, chef, food critic, regional or even international traffic.

The Devil: Does not limit the individual to a professional wing, so he can also go to extremes for the desire he has, such as landlord, drug lord, sex trafficker.

The Tower: Social assistance, humanitarian aid, medicine, firefighter, police officer, construction worker.

The Star: Music, painting, sculpture, poetry, cinema, makeup artist, dressmaker, beautician, agent, promoter, sound artist, astronomer, harpist, dealer, meteorologist.

The Moon: Oceanographers, sailors, fishermen, owners of bars and restaurants or nightclubs, artists in general, medium, hypnotist, psychiatrist.

The Sun: Motivational speaker, entertainer, comedian, social relationships, work with the public, artist in general, member of society.

Judgment: Work done at home, connection with the law, lawyer, judge, work with disabled or people excluded from society, social assistance, board member, executive producer, director.

The World: Pharmacist, massage therapist, scientist, teacher, community leader, religious leader or priest, fashion designer, makeup artist, interior decorator.

Wands:

Creative industries such as advertising, marketing, and graphic design.

Entrepreneurship and starting your own business.

Athletics, sports coaching, or physical training.

Outdoor jobs like park ranger or tour guide.

Event planning or organizing.

Firefighters or rescue workers.

Ace of Wands: Entrepreneur, startup founder, motivational speaker, fitness coach, personal trainer.

Two of Wands: Business strategist, project manager, travel agent, international consultant, import/export specialist.

Three of Wands: Sales representative, marketing manager, e-commerce entrepreneur, market researcher, international trade coordinator.

Four of Wands: Event planner, wedding coordinator, party organizer, festival manager, hospitality industry professional.

Five of Wands: Conflict resolution specialist, mediator, lawyer, debate coach, competitive sports coach.

Six of Wands: Public relations manager, spokesperson, social media influencer, motivational speaker, winning athlete.

Seven of Wands: Defense attorney, human rights activist, political campaigner, advocate, civil liberties lawyer.

Eight of Wands: Courier, delivery driver, airline pilot, travel blogger, expedition guide.

Nine of Wands: Security guard, bodyguard, soldier, endurance athlete, self-defense instructor.

Ten of Wands: Overworked entrepreneur, project manager, event organizer, professional organizer, heavy equipment operator.

Page of Wands: Assistant in a creative field, aspiring artist, intern in a startup, social media coordinator, apprentice.

Knight of Wands: Travel journalist, adventure tour guide, professional athlete, race car driver, stunt performer.

Queen of Wands: CEO, business owner, charismatic leader, life coach, influential speaker.

King of Wands: Executive manager, entrepreneur, leadership coach, consultant, director of a creative agency.

Cups:

Counseling, therapy, or social work.

Hospitality industry, including restaurant management and bartending.

Wedding planner or event coordinator.

Artistic fields like poetry, writing, or acting.

Healing professions such as nursing or holistic therapy.

Psychologist or counselor specializing in emotions and relationships.

Ace of Cups: Therapist, counselor, social worker, holistic healer, emotional support specialist.

Two of Cups: Marriage counselor, matchmaker, relationship coach, wedding planner, love psychic.

Three of Cups: Event organizer, party planner, celebratory event coordinator, community organizer.

Four of Cups: Meditation teacher, mindfulness coach, spiritual counselor, psychologist, therapist.

Five of Cups: Grief counselor, trauma therapist, hospice worker, emotional healing practitioner, bereavement support.

Six of Cups: Child psychologist, teacher, daycare worker, children's book author, pediatric nurse.

Seven of Cups: Creative writer, fantasy novelist, imaginative artist, dream analyst, visionary.

Eight of Cups: Travel blogger, adventure seeker, spiritual pilgrim, explorer, wanderlust photographer.

Nine of Cups: Life coach, happiness consultant, gratitude coach, self-help author, wellness retreat organizer.

Ten of Cups: Family therapist, marriage and family counselor, foster care advocate, wedding planner, family mediator.

Page of Cups: Creative writer, artist in training, intuitive healer, aspiring therapist, dream interpreter.

Knight of Cups: Actor, romantic poet, musician, art therapist, love and relationship coach.

Queen of Cups: Psychic reader, intuitive healer, counselor, compassionate caregiver, therapist.

King of Cups: Therapist, counselor, intuitive mentor, emotional intelligence trainer, psychologist.

Swords:

Legal professions like lawyers, judges, or law enforcement officers.

Journalists, reporters, or investigators.

IT specialists, computer programmers, or hackers.

Teachers or professors specializing in critical thinking or philosophy.

Military or defense-related careers.

Strategic planners or analysts.

Ace of Swords: Lawyer, judge, legal consultant, investigative journalist, strategic planner.

Two of Swords: Mediator, conflict resolution specialist, negotiator, diplomat, relationship counselor.

Three of Swords: Divorce lawyer, grief counselor, trauma therapist, emotional healer, heart surgeon.

Four of Swords: Rest and relaxation specialist, meditation teacher, spiritual retreat organizer, yoga instructor.

Five of Swords: Military strategist, competitive sports coach, lawyer specializing in litigation, debate coach.

Six of Swords: Travel agent, relocation consultant, therapist specializing in transitions, boat captain.

Seven of Swords: Private investigator, spy, intelligence analyst, cybersecurity expert, undercover agent.

Eight of Swords: Social justice lawyer, human rights advocate, disability rights activist, therapist specializing in limiting beliefs.

Nine of Swords: Insomnia specialist, anxiety therapist, nightmare counselor, sleep coach, mental health counselor.

Ten of Swords: Surgeon, coroner, forensic scientist, mortician, grief counselor.

Page of Swords: Researcher, journalist, fact-checker, apprentice in a legal field, investigative reporter.

Knight of Swords: Military officer, police officer, attorney, competitive fencer, conflict resolution specialist.

Queen of Swords: Judge, lawyer, critic, journalist, literary agent.

King of Swords: Judge, attorney, CEO, strategist, military general.

Pentacles:

Financial advisors or investment bankers.

Real estate agents or property developers.

Agriculture, farming, or gardening.

Architects, builders, or construction workers.

Conservationists or environmentalists.

Accountants or bookkeepers.

Ace of Pentacles: Financial advisor, investment banker, wealth manager, entrepreneur, luxury goods retailer.

Two of Pentacles: Financial analyst, accountant, bookkeeper, event planner, stock trader.

Three of Pentacles: Architect, contractor, project manager, teamwork facilitator, craftsman.

Four of Pentacles: Wealth manager, investor, financial planner, asset protection specialist, treasurer.

Five of Pentacles: Social worker, philanthropist, charity organizer, financial counselor, volunteer.

Six of Pentacles: Philanthropist, humanitarian worker, non-profit manager, social worker, charitable fundraiser.

Seven of Pentacles: Gardener, farmer, agricultural consultant, sustainability expert, botanist.

Eight of Pentacles: Craftsperson, artisan, apprentice, skilled tradesperson, technical trainer.

Nine of Pentacles: Luxury brand manager, independent business owner, successful entrepreneur, vineyard owner, art collector.

Ten of Pentacles: Real estate developer, property investor, family business owner, generational wealth manager, financial advisor.

Page of Pentacles: Intern, student, apprentice in a practical field, aspiring entrepreneur, entry-level employee.

Knight of Pentacles: Accountant, financial planner, farmer, skilled tradesperson, meticulous worker.

Queen of Pentacles: CEO, business owner, property developer, hospitality industry entrepreneur, financial advisor.

King of Pentacles: CEO, business mogul, successful investor, high-level executive, financial consultant.

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#371

“I’ve talked with Officer Reinhart.  We are at a loss with what to do with you.  We could arrest you and the two men over there for public sexual indecency.  I don’t know much about those two, other than the one runs a construction business and the other is an assistant coach for a high school across the state.  Arresting the three of you would ruin your three lives.  I can’t take just those two men in.  Arresting you, knowing your dad as I do, he would have my badge, Reinhart’s too.  He’s a fucking asshole, and I know you know it too.  I just have to ask, what possessed you from cruising so openly in the city where your dad is the police chief?  That doesn’t sound too smart….

“I mean you were getting spit roasted buck naked by those two men.  You may have been out of sight of the parking lot, but you didn’t even try to hide what you were doing back here between these two abandoned buildings, taking it in both ends buck naked.  Speaking of which, where the fuck are your clothes?...  In your car?...  How the hell did you go from your car to behind this wall in the daylight?...  What?  You’ve been here since dawn?  Jesus!  Were there other guys here?...  Six!?  And those two guys make eight? 

“You fucking whore.  You slut.  Faggot, you are a piece.  What the fuck am I going to do here?  I can’t just let you all go.  I need to think here…. 

“Are you…  Are you getting hard?  You are!...  Wait, are you turned on to me calling you a faggot and a whore?...  If you don’t want to speak, then nod.  Ha!  Thought so. 

“You like to be slapped around, used by men?...  You are just like my girlfriends.  I go to any one of my three girlfriends’ places, smack her across the face, and just shove my cock into any of her holes.  If she complains I just smack her again and remind her that her number one job is to drain my balls.  And if she didn’t like it, there are other bitches to go to dump my jiz in. 

“You’re just like them, another dumb cunt who lives for cum.  I bet you would love it if I did that to you.  You need to be treated like I treat her; ain’t I right?  Don’t answer.  Your pecker is throbbing.  Fucking faggot, there ain’t no way I’m going to stick my fat cock in you.

 “I bet Reinhart would.  He’s a sperm burper like you.  He doesn’t know that I know, but he is…. 

“Reinhart!  Over here….

“While he’s coming over, keep your head bowed, your hands behind your back, and your legs spread a little.  Show him how cum dump faggots behave in front of real men.

“…It seems that pussy boy here is a faggot, you know the type of queer boy that likes to get roughed up by men like us and those two over there.  Look at how he’s leaking, just from me telling him he’s shit.

“What are we going to do with them?... 

“…No shit!?… 

“Well, well, well.  Faggot, faggot, faggot.  So you told those two men over there that your dad is the chief of police, and that if you ever got caught then we wouldn’t or couldn’t do anything to you all.  You faggot.  You fucking manipulative fucking faggot.  Your dad is the one that had us set up these stings.  He’s expecting us to round up what he considers perverts.  And here you are playing games.

“Reinhart, go get those two.  Bring them over here…. 

“Gentlemen!  I would introduce myself, but let’s keep names out of all this.  Address me as ‘Officer’.  You’ll be ‘Coach’ and you’ll be ‘Foreman’.  This is ‘Faggot’. 

“Faggot here thinks he in control since his dad is my boss.  Fuck that.  This is what’s going to happen.  I still have my body cam video where it shows me approaching you two spit roasting faggot here.  It got good looks at your faces, all three of you.  I don’t have to do much to submit that video, and charge each of you.  I can wipe it away without much notice.  No more evidence.

“No I’m not letting you guys go, not yet.  You have to do one thing for me.  For all his game playing, this fag needs to be punished.  I want you two to finish what you started.  Yeah, I want you to fuck his holes.  More like rape his holes.  Smack him around.  Piss on him.  Spit in his face.  Treat him like the faggot whore he is.  Spit roast him.  This will also be filmed, but this will be low enough to hide your two faces.  You won’t be able to be identified.  I don’t want your faces anywhere in here.  And no audio will be recorded. 

“I know what I’m doing.  I’ve been filming bitches getting gang banged for years.  And I know how to get the best shots.  The video is all about the faggot son of the Chief of Police being a fucking cunt whore. 

“I want this video to use against him, or better yet, against his dad sometime later.  The chief is a strict right wing Christian. 

“Faggot.  This is your time.  Go on get back into position over that barrel you were on when I came up.  Reinhart, put the cuffs on him; we don’t need his hands in action.  Foreman and Coach get in place.  I don’t care who takes his mouth and who has his cunt.  It won’t matter as you will be probably switching holes when I tell ya. 

“Coach, I would lose the T-shirt as it has your high school’s name on it….  Nice body.  Fuck yeah.  Use that toilet whore’s mouth.  Remember to smack him if he uses his teeth.  And don’t hold back.  He’s a faggot after all, not one of these queer boys that you would want to ease up on.

“Damn, Foreman.  That’s one giant hog you got there.  It’s going to need a lot of spit.  But don’t put too much though.  Now shove it to the root.  The fag needs to feel its size tearing his cunt up.  You know what the difference between a pussy and a cunt?...  You only care for the pussy….  Now shove it in!

“Fuck yeah.  You hear the bitch screaming around Coach’s cock?  Coach, you feel it hunh?  That smile says it all.  Signal when you are getting close.

“You two enjoy yourselves.  It’s all about your pleasure and his suffering.

“Reinhart, I see you over there rubbing that sizeable bulge of a crotch.  Why don’t you take your cock out and jerk yourself?  I’m not telling anybody; your secret is safe with me.

“Fuck yeah guys.  This is how cum dump whores should be used.  Fags, bitches, it’s all the same.  Use them and then toss them aside.  That’s what they deserve.

“Hey faggot!  Look at the camera.  Let the world see that you live for sucking cock.  I can see it in your eyes that you are struggling, but that you wouldn’t want it any other way.  You have that hunger.  That need.

“Switch holes….  Coach dive in to his pussy!  Foreman, hold up.  Show the faggot your battering ram.

“Faggot look at it.  Look at how it’s all slimy.  That’s from your cunt.  A cum stew from a half of a dozen men.  It’s nasty,… but you need this nasty sludge in your mouth. 

“Fuck this faggot’s throat.  Be brutal.  The focus is on your pleasure.  His should be ignored….

“You ready to cum Coach?...  Then just dump your load….  Don’t pull out….  Fuck yeah! Do it!...  There you go!  Fuck yeah.  Fuck.  Yeah!... 

“Foreman, pull back.  Coach here needs the fag’s mouth for clean-up duties.  Why don’t you go back to his cunt and add your load. 

“Hey Coach, if you have to take a piss, just unleash in his toilet throat….  No?  Well pick up your clothes and get going.  You are free to go….  Damn!  That’s one big smile.  It’s either because you had a world class faggot drain your balls, or that you are not getting arrested….  Probably the later….  Go on.  Get out of here.

“Reinhart!  The faggot’s mouth is open.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell anyone you are as much of a fag as the cunt here.  I haven’t told anyone anything in the past five years, I don’t plan on changing that.  And I got enough video here for what I want.  So you don’t have to worry about me filming you either.

“Look at the faggot.  He want’s your cock.

“Hey Faggot.  Is this the first cop cock?...  No? Oh shit!  We’ll have to come back to that another time.  Look at the camera as Reinhart shoves his cock into your toilet mouth.  Now that is the look of a natural born cocksucker.

“Foreman, that’s it!  Ram that cunt.  Hell yeah!  Smack that ass again!  Harder!...  Damn you like making the faggot scream, don’t you….  Making bitches suffer gets me hard too….  You don’t have to wait for me to tell ya’, if you need to nut, nut away!  Yeah, use those handcuffs as a handle.  That’s some serious pile driving.  Don’t worry that you are causing the faggot some pain and discomfort.  That’s his issue not yours.

“Reinhart, get over here.  Let the man do what he needs to the faggot to get off….  This is fucking hot, isn’t it?  Look, your secret is safe with me.  You live alone?...  Good.  After the foreman blows his wad, why don’t you take the fag cunt home?  Finish using him there.  Before you leave, send me the foreman’s contact info… as well as the coach’s.

“Look at that!  Foreman’s getting close….  Relentlessly piling into that cunt.  That’s a fuck machine of a man. 

“GO FOR IT.  BREED THAT FAGGOT’S CUNT!  Fuck yeah.  Make sure he cleans of your cock.  Ha! Ha!

“When he pulls out of the faggot’s mouth, take the cunt back to your patrol car.  Bring him to your home.  I think to boy needs some one-on-one discipline.  I want to hear all the details afterwards.  Good….  He’s done.  Take the fag out of here….  Holy shit!  The fag is rock hard!

“Faggot, go with the officer.  Don’t worry, daddy won’t find out.  And you treat Reinhart well.  Remember, I just took a video of you getting spit roasted.  Don’t do anything stupid.

“Foreman!  C’mere.  That was amazing.  Say, you into women too?...  I’m always on the lookout of men who are willing to use and abuse my bitches with me.  Is that something you would be interested in?  Good, I’ll get your info from the officer.  You like to fuck faggots too?...  I get it; you just like to fuck, don’t ya?  You don’t care about who the hole is attached to.

“You have any bitches on the side?...  No?  What about faggots?...  You have a number on call?  That’s one of the things I like admire about the fag lifestyle, they are so… available.  It takes me some time to find an acceptable bitch.

“Are any of the ones you have like the faggot you just fucked?...  I have to say, I had a hard-on watching you pound fuck the faggot’s cunt.  I wanted in on the action.  I really did.  But fucking a fag is so foreign to me.  I fuck bitches.  But still you didn’t pull back when you were slamming into him.  I want to do that.  So, you have a faggot in mind?...  Cool. 

“I would never want to touch the Chief’s son.  He carries too much baggage with him.  And Reinhart, he’s a great guy, but I don’t know that much about him in this context.  I will find out, but I don’t want to wait.  You think you can call up a faggot for tonight?  I’m so fucking horny….  I want to fuck some ass, and not a bitch’s ass.  After watching the three of you fuck the fag, I need to try it out.  But if I’m going to fuck an ass, I want my first time fucking a fag to be the way I want: aggressive and brutal. 

“Do you have a faggot cunt to call?  Why are you staring at me like that?...  It looks like you are about to say something.  Go on.  Oh, wait a minute….  You want to be that faggot?  You want MY dick in your ass.  Don’t you?...  What nothing to say?  I’m right hunh?

“Hell yeah!  Fuck yeah, I’ll fuck your cunt.  If I’m fucking it, then it’s a cunt.  I never would have thought that you took it up the ass….  I would have thought that you—

“What?  You’ve never been fucked?  Wait, so we will be each other’s first?  Fuck yeah let’s do this.  You have any plans for the rest of the day?...  Cancel them. 

“…Reinhart just sent me your contact info.  You don’t live too far from me.  You are a couple of blocks from this bitch I dumped last year.  I guess you are going to step into her role, at least for tonight.  Come closer…. 

“…Well you handled my face slap pretty good.  This is what you can look forward to.  I get rough, really rough.  But I think you can handle it. 

“Let’s go back to my place.“I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

[aledethanlast]

"Oh exy doesn't make sense as a sport." "Oh the Nest is too unrealistic." You fools. Don't you see. Exy is a high contact sport that went from street games in backwater Japan to having dedicated stadiums at every college in America within twenty years. There's only one explanation.

Exy was an underground gambling turned money laundering scheme that went legit.

Think about it! Why would Tetsuji be in Japan when a larger yakuza family gave the Moriyamas the boot before he was born, if not to attempt to reestablish a hold. When he and Kayleigh create Exy, it's as an avenue for under the table gambling that isn't already regulated or controlled by another group.

Then exy gets popular, and they say actually, you need a bigger court. And thinner racquets. And better safeties and thicker armor and and and AND you can buy alllllllll that right over there. Capitalism at work.

And then it's fucking tulip fever baby. Every investor and entrepreneur wants a slice of this brand new sport. A whole new league of teams to own! Imagine! They can't throw money at it fast enough. Your state's department of education is suddenly forking over several million dollars for new equipment cause we gotta get the kids into SPORTS. Your university are proud to announce the construction of an exy stadium where they said they were gonna build a new Sciences building for like. A decade. The ERC have salaries in the millions before the first championship match.

By the time Tetsuji walks into the President of Edgar Allen's office and tells him he's building them a stadium, and he's gonna be the coach, and you're gonna stay out of my business, the President is just happy he didn't have to openly grovel for the privilege.

[basilsleaf]

i have way too many ongoing projects so i will never write this but i need baz and simon's future told through encounters with simon's construction buddies, it goes like this:

most of the guys are older than simon it's like he's got a crew of dads

they're all straight dudes so they assume baz is simon's roommate who he's like best friends with until simon forgets his lunch or something and baz brings it to work for him and they smooch hello and goodbye

there's an awkward "so are you gay" moment but simon's like "i have a boyfriend and he's great is that a problem" and then it's over, the dad crew is supportive by nature and they adapt quickly

now at lunch or when they have drinks after work the guys ask about baz same as they ask about each other's wives and girlfriends and kids and simon feels very included

the guys have dinner and drinks every now and then where spouses come along and next time they invite simon to bring baz and baz is like not sure he's going to fit in and he's kind of right but the guys don't really care because simon is obviously smitten with him so what does it matter that baz is all posh

fast forward, baz finishes school and they're both nepotism babies so they decide to move to a new place with like a balcony and a guest room and simon tells the guys and they're all hype for him and they come over to help move furniture even though baz and simon can afford movers

fast forward, after lots and lots of trauma counseling simon is ready to start thinking about what he wants out of life and he's thinking maybe he wants to start a bakery or a cafe or something so he can be closer to his second and third truest loves: butter and carbs

when he's finally ready to open the cafe he announces to the guys that he's leaving and he's nervous that they'll be upset but they like completely lose it, they're so happy for him

they take him out for drinks on them, they promise to come in every tuesday for their morning coffee and donuts, they drop him off to baz at 2am on a thursday completely passed out, it's wonderful

fast forward, simon opens his business and sure enough, the guys are there every tuesday morning

fast forward, one tuesday the guys ask how things are going with baz and simon blushes super hard and pulls out the ring box he's been carrying around in his pocket since he bought it and the guys frighten the other customers with their excitement

two tuesdays later the guys come back after the cafe closes to take simon out for celebratory drinks because he finally asked and baz obviously said yes and the guys once again deliver simon home to baz absolutely wasted (with their congratulations)

at their wedding it's all insanely rich grimms and various distant pitches and lady ruth's family and also simon's old construction buddies tearing it up on the dance floor

fast forward, and life is just good and they have magic friends but also normal friends

baz is actually able to bond with them all over football, he even joins their recreational league for a few seasons and they are undefeated champions

one of the guys' kids feels safe enough to come out to their dad because simon and baz came over for dinner

simon teaches them all how to use tiktok and what a vibe is and encourages a few of them to go to therapy

they coach simon through marital arguments and buying a house and how to tell baz he wants kids

and maybe being a little normal isn't so bad when he's got a whole team on his side

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[radiocreature]

📻 On Parade To The Flesh Buffet (Radiorose Week Day 3) 🌹

Word count: 2,971

Summary: A routine hunting trip to restock supplies for Rosie's Emporium takes a chaotic turn after their coach loses its back wheels. Once the pair get a taste for blood, their usual composure slips.

Warnings: canon-typical violence, cannibalism, exsanguination, decapitation, Rosie is an axe murderer because I felt like it suited her

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56545729

Possibly a bit OOC because this is my first time ever writing for Hazbin, and I didn't have time for my usual editing process. I hope you enjoy!

On Parade To The Flesh Buffet

Before Rosie’s Emporium stood as the centerpiece of a bright and bustling Cannibal Town, the building belonged to a cluster of writers and artists on the outskirts of Pentagram City. Their talents ranged from respectable journalism to droll gossip, from photorealistic recreations to vague caricatures. Through their combined talents, they created the first news media organization in hell. One of their first new hires as an official company was an advice columnist named Rosie.

Rosie’s unique wit, humor, and empathetic approach to her audience helped their publications reach beyond Pentagram City. Letters poured in from readers all across the Pride ring. From romantic struggles to traumatic memories, Rosie responded to all her readers like personal friends; family, even. The parasocial bonds forged through her column laid her foundation as an overlord.. She had no intentions of pursuing overlord status—she found the idea of owning other souls distasteful—but when the opportunity presented itself through this new avenue, she seized it. Uncertainty over the nature of her power keeps the others from challenging her.

The news organization eventually fell to infighting. Rosie bought the building, evolving the old advice column into an in-person business. Cannibal Town grew around her as the only voice empathetic to their kind, and the Emporium expanded as their numbers and needs increased. Rosie’s high standards for her meals meant she handled all of the Emporium’s food offerings herself. All the recipes her own, all of the ingredients sourced by her hand.

Until the day Alastor offered to help with the heavy lifting. How could she say no to such a tantalizing, mischievous glint in his eyes?

She hasn’t sourced her meat from Pentagram City in over a century. Their awareness of the cannibal congregation makes them harder targets, and sourcing from your own backyard creates problems. When supplies run low, the pair load up her carriage and take the hunt on the road. Word can’t travel about the favored hunting grounds of cannibals without witnesses.

A violent jerk launches her out of her seat inside the carriage, yanking her out of her thoughts. The chittering of Alastor’s shadowbeasts as they brake drown out whatever he says in response.

Rosie lowers the window, the brim of her hat stopping her from leaning out. She calls out, “what’d we hit? Anything appetizing?”

Alastor hops down into view, his smile tight and eyes narrow. She feels a vibration up through the carriage when he kicks something out of view. “Blasted tree root that wasn’t here a second ago, took off the entire back construction.” Huffing, he opens the door and offers her his hand. His expression softens when their gazes meet. “Never a dull moment out here.”

Rosie takes his hand and steps out of the carriage, mindful of the thick roots still snaking their way across the road. With a snap, Alastor summons more shades to repair the damage.

Her sunken eyes follow the lines of the roots. Without light pollution helping to brighten the air, the blood red sky casts the Pride ring in eternal night. It reminds her of the red lamps in the photographic darkrooms she dabbles in on occasion. The barren landscape of the Pride ring doesn’t have the soil for a tree to grow this large, and she can’t spot any.

“How close are we to Hubris?” She calls over her shoulder.

“A few miles,” Alastor answers, inspecting his nails from where he leans against the carriage. His other hand supports some of his weight on his microphone. The dim ruby glow washes out most of the details of his suit, but his eyes still pierce through the haze.

Rosie smirks. “I think someone’s having a laugh.”

“Yes indeedy,” he says with a wink. Reaching through the open window, he slides Rosie’s axe out from under the seat, carries it out, and tosses it to her sideways.

Her fingers wrap around the handle mid-air in a practiced grip. Pivoting on her heel, she aligns her knuckles and swings from her core up through her arms as her attacker enters range. The axe cleaves clean through his trachea and spine, decapitating him with a single thrust. Warmth splashes across her face from the arterial spray. She licks away the drops that land on her lips with glee.

Tentacles sprout from Alastor’s back and shoot out in all directions. The familiar tug of his antlers growing tickles at his scalp. Like the roots that took out their wheels, he slinks them around boulders and bushes to wrap around unsuspecting ankles. Yelps of surprise punctuate each ambush he upends. Two claw and clamber against it, two try hacking at the tentacles to get them to let go. Dragging all of them in the dirt, Alastor winds the limbs tighter up their bodies before grouping them together and suspending them upside down at eye level.

His dark, sadistic chuckle silences their shouting. “One of my favorite parts of coming all the way out here—”his pupils stretch into radio dials, his scleras snapping to black—“they never know what we look like.”

Rosie unpacks a cured whiskey barrel from the carriage’s rear storage. Placing the barrel underneath them, she slits two of their throats. The shrieks and begging of the second two make her giggle as she drains their friends. When the second two start pouring into their new home, she retrieves the body she decapitated.

“Not the most ideal location for this,” she muses as she cuts away clothing, “I’m just gonna break them down for now. There’s not enough meat on their bones for us to go back yet.”

“I thought as much,” Alastor says. He tears the clothes off the exsanguinated pair. With them still suspended, he conjures a gigli saw to dismember them while keeping them out of the dirt. The four of them together don’t have enough blood volume to fully submerge all their pieces, and the fifth one bled out too much before they unloaded the barrel. They’ll fill it with larger game later. Rosie likes to soak some offerings to give them extra flavor, and so the cuts will bleed if cooked.

She pares a couple chunks of flesh off the white meat of hers and offers one to Alastor. He accepts it with a bow and a “why thank you, darling!” And they finish working in between bites. Every one of Rosie’s recipes makes each bite a work of art, but nothing beats the taste of it raw and fresh off the bone. They both wipe their mouths and necks with handkerchiefs when they finish.

With everything loaded up, Alastor opens the door for Rosie and offers his hand to help her up. One of the smaller shadow imps, chittering with pride, tugs on the hem of his pants to let him know they completed the repairs before fading.

“If you’re going to insist we not use horses you should figure out how to give those shadows bigger brains so you don’t have to drive them. It’d be more fun with you back here,” Rosie says as she climbs up.

“Horses need a driver, too,” Alastor says.

“Mine don’t.”

“Filthy beasts. I don’t know how you tolerate them, sweetheart.”

“They have better manners than you."

“Ha!” Alastor slams the door behind her. “Well, at least I’m better company.” She responds with a snide smirk he doesn’t see.

The rest of the journey passes without incident. The city of Hubris pales in comparison to Pentagram City in size, population, and taste. The annual extermination can knock its populace down to a large town if the exorcists so choose, and they have many times. From what Alastor gleaned after the last one, their numbers didn’t take such a drastic hit this year, so they shouldn’t have to scope out new locations.

They mesh so well on these outings, never falling out of synchronous, despite their hunting styles differing so drastically. Though Alastor’s fingers flex with the desire to stalk his prey until he catches them alone, and his lips twitch with the urge tear into muscle and sinew with his teeth, and broadcast their screams if they sing sweet enough for him, he restrains himself. They didn’t travel all the way here for their own appetites. Rosie stocked her Emporium with delicacies long before he entered her life; when they hunt for her, he follows her lead.

Alastor parks the carriage out of the way, with the shadowbeasts staying behind to guard it. Hopping down, he opens the door for her, offers his hand as she steps out, then offers his arm for them to walk together. She slips her arm through his with a smile, and they start their night.

Hubris lacks the more creative eccentrics that Pentagram City boasts. As such, the city feels simpler in comparison. Less colorful glowing signs, less boisterous architectural designs, and no Overlords dressing up an entire sector in their image. But what it lacks in flair, it makes up for with third spaces. The denizens of Hubris enjoy staying outdoors, making it more of a “city that never sleeps” than Pentagram City. Always an abundance of prey for them, no matter the hour.

She nudges him with her elbow when she sees one she wants, nodding in its direction. A canine-type with a decent build and bitter scowl sitting on a bench at the entrance to one of Hubris’ small parks. The arm looped in his receives a gentle squeeze, and then he dissolves into the shadows. She double-checks the single earring stayed put under the curl of her hair before approaching.

“Excuse me mister,” she calls, waiving to grab his attention. “Could I borrow your nose for a second? I lost an earring, I know it’s around here somewhere, but my eyesight’s awful if you can believe it,” she shows him the one earring and gestures up at her eyes with a sheepish smile. “There’s a reward in it if you want it, I’ve been searching forever.”

His bitter scowl morphs into an amused almost-smile. Standing up, he closes the gap between them to take a deep breath in her neck. “Sure thing, lady,” he drawls. “Better be money, though. You’re not my type.”

“Oh, thank you! Yes it’s money, you’re not my type either.” She giggles to keep the dig lighthearted.

He whiffs at the air for a moment before leading the way. She makes a show of looking around the ground, blocking him from the bustling street while a scent pulls him away from the crowd. The axe tied to her leg prevents her from bending at the knees, so she bends from her hips to fake inspecting the yellow grass.

Rounding a tall bush, the canine catches a glint of something shiny. He picks it up and calls, “hey lady, I found it.”

Slipping the axe free, she makes her way towards him. “Oh, thank you so much, what a relief!” The blunt side of the head cracks against his skull, followed by another hit to his neck to snap the vertebrae. Alastor materializes to send the body back to the carriage, where the shades will pack it up.

“That was too easy,” Rosie grumbles, “I think our warmup act spoiled me.”

“Well, we could always stir up some trouble,” Alastor says with a twinkle in his eye. At her hellish grin, he offers his arm once again, and they take off.

‘Stirring up trouble’ means causing a scene: loud enough to get their target’s attention, but subdued enough to only get their target’s attention. Rosie sets her sights on a trio: the only party dining outside at the one restaurant on this block with a patio. A fox, a bull, and something more or less human, all perfect sizes to round out the night.

She gives his arm a squeeze before walking down a side street, looping around the back of the block to an alleyway they’ve used in the past. A single, dying street light on the restaurant end illuminates the two feet underneath itself, and nothing more. Axe in hand, she lies in wait in the dark.

Alastor loves a good game of chase. He gets to play the pursued on these outings, which always gives him a thrill. A change of pace, made even better by the fact that no one in Hubris ever knows who who they’re chasing. One of the purest kinds of entertainment. He slows his gate to a stroll and hums a jazz tune. As he approaches, he hums louder so it catches the attention of the one seated to face him. Their eyes remain locked until Alastor steps within reach of their table, wherein his gaze falls onto the nearest plate.

“Doesn’t that just look delicious?” He exclaims. “Don’t mind if I do!”

The fox and human-ish one turn to look at him. Alastor swipes the steak off the bull’s plate and eats it in one bite. When the bull turns to growl at him, Alastor snatches his glass of wine as well, giving it a sip before swirling the liquid in the glass and walking away.

“Whoever chose this wine for that steak should be shot, they don’t pair at all,” Alastor mocks without turning his head.

Plates and glasses shatter behind him. One enraged “are you fucking kidding me?!” from the bull bellows over the aghast shouting of his friends. Cheap shoes and heavy hooves patter on the sidewalk behind him. Finishing the wine, he tosses the glass over his shoulder. He had to guess their proximity, but judging from their new angry sounds, it landed close enough. He can feel the ghost sensation of his shadow animating itself; making a face at them, no doubt. When the bull comes close enough to grab him, he breaks into a run.

Furious shouting and pounding footfalls reach Rosie’s ears at last. With a feral grin, she squares up in anticipation. Alastor rounds the corner into the alley, skidding to a stop and taking an offensive stance. She holds on him long enough to see his gesture of wait before the bull barrels through the edge of the building.

A beat, then she swings. The axe shaves a few hairs off the bull’s tail and embeds them in the humanoid one’s neck. She yanks it free and buries it in the back of the fox’s ankle before it can flee. A blood-curdling scream gurgles from behind her, wet sinew stretching and snapping.

“Don’t damage any of the goods, Alastor,” she scolds him, unable to keep the fondness and amusement out of her tone.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he assures her, knowing well she has no use for the brute’s head.

His tentacles tighten around the bull’s neck and torso, pulling until the head rips free of the shoulders. With a snap, he conjures both whiskey barrels from the carriage, topping off the one from their ambushers before draining the rest into the second. Another tentacle strips pieces off the head for him to nibble on. Adoration warms his chest as he sits back to admire Rosie work.

They both fainted before she finished killing them, so their screams didn’t last long enough to alert any passer-byes. She drags them away from the dying light to finish stripping and dismembering them under the cover of darkness.

Alastor holds out his palm to offer her the brute’s eyes. Laughter blossoms from her as she accepts them, which brightens his smile. Her shoulders shake and she covers her mouth with her hand when she can’t stop them while she chews.

“Oh, dear, this all got away from me,” she says, standing up, “you know I prefer doing this at home. Those chuckle heads earlier got me all riled up.”

“And what a pleasure it is to witness,” Alastor says. “Enjoy it. It’s been a while since we let loose together, don’t you think?”

She hums, slipping her arm around his. “I s’pose it has. We made a mess when you were new. Has it really been that long?”

He sets the pace out of the alley. “Ages. Truthfully, I don’t think you let yourself blow off steam as much as you should.”

“My head has a lot less hot air in it than yours.”

They tease each other and laugh all the way back to the carriage. The shadowbeasts tied the two intact bodies to the roof and finished securing the whiskey barrels in the back. They return to the front of the coach when the pair come into view, ready to start the long haul back. Alastor prefers taking the carriage for this reason: so the people at home see and remember how dangerous Rosie is. An antiquated carriage carrying the spoils of a prevailing Overlord long feared for her cunning and blood thirst.

Alastor opens the door for her and offers his hand, as always. She uses it to step up, then drags him up and in behind her. His expression alone makes the move worth it.

“You are not leaving, mister,” she chides, “your little monsters know how we got here, they can follow our route back. Leaving me all alone back here for hours, where are your manners?”

He flails around in the seat opposite her to orient his limbs, matching her amused grin. “Of course, how horribly impolite of me to make sure we don’t barrel down the side of a cliff because they spot another road.”

“They’ll be fine. Me, on the other hand, I’ll go nuts with just my thoughts back here.”

The carriage starts forward with a snap of Alastor’s fingers. As they reminisce over the night’s events, and others, they relax into their seats with their legs intertwined. The ride home takes a few hours, but fortunately, they’re both amongst their favorite company.

[fruity-phrog]

Owl House headcanons, timeskip edition:

Lilith basically adopted Amity. They go on adventures together, mapping the Isles and documenting any and all changes that occurred when the Left Arm became the highest spot. Lilith is basically Amity’s mom now and they continued to heal their trauma from the Emperor’s Coven together.

The Emerald Entrails still play together often, now as a professional team. It’s still more of a hobby than a job, but they remained close.

Willow coaches flier derby to students at Hexside with the help of Skara, who works as a teaching assistant.

Hunter was officially adopted by Darius and Camila (separately) almost immediately after Watching and Dreaming and spent alternating weeks in the Human and Demon realm until he took up the job of palisman carver.

Gus and Vee, despite neither of them attending college, teach in the Human Realm course at Eda’s university. In between King’s Tide and Thanks To Them, Vee gave Gus detailed lessons to correct his misconceptions and they mainly teach the truth. Gus refuses to admit that the ocean doesn’t sound like a paperclip.

Luz and Lilith constructed the entire Glyph course on their own. Eda helped, obviously, but she was busy overseeing the entire building of the university. Luz is mainly taking that course for nostalgia.

Hunter tries to keep himself to himself and most people don’t even know he’s the Golden Guard. 

When Darius and Alador began to become friends again, Hunter hung out a lot with Edric and Emira while Amity was off with Lilith, so they’re close friends now. Hunter taught Edric about wolves and Emira about their healing processes in the Emperor’s Coven. They, in turn, taught him to be a teenager, because while the Hexsquad are great, they’re...not too knowledgeable in that category.

Amity is the strong tall girlfriend from her adventures with Lilith. This is actually semi-canon in that Ams is canonically taller than Luz now, but I just wanted to include it.

Hunter and Willow eventually got together nearly a year after Watching And Dreaming. They were even more drawn-out than Lumity. Amity was yelling at Willow to make a move, Gus was yelling at Hunter, Luz was yelling at both of them but it was eventually Waffles and Clover than got them to get their shit together.

Hunter, with Darius and Dell’s help, eventually carved an egg (like Luz’s) a few months after Watching And Dreaming, which hatched into Waffles. This was when the Hexsquad promised to get matching tattoos the second they were able to (Eda offered to do it then and there but they politely declined).

As I mentioned in pretty much every headcanon list I’ve ever made, Marcy went to Luz’s school once she moved. Marcy would not shut up about how amazing Anne and Sasha were, and Luz would not shut up about how amazing Amity was, but Marcy also spoke a lot about Luz to Anne and Sasha and so they got jealous.

Luz dyed Hunter’s hair red when she was sixteen and he was eighteen, but it went terribly and ended up light pink. He still kept it until it faded out.

Darius nearly fainted when he saw it.

Vee showed Masha the Demon Realm and they absolutely love it. Sometimes they’ll be a guest in the Human Realm course at the university and they go on dates to the Knee and Skull and cool BI places. 

Waffles bites Hunter. A lot. She’s a biter.

They all got therapy <3

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[orbital-inclination]

Me: I do not need another thing to think about I’m in the middle of drafting a comic and some 4-5k ish words into two chapter drafts I do not need—

My brain: ok but what if in an inverse twist of the undertale multiverse, all au monsters are sentient/robotic androids, sort of like how bitties are in Bitty AUs. With different “brands” representing different AUs. Thus allowing things like “coding” to have a very literal meaning. Underfell bots are constructed for gladiator cage match’s for the entertainment of betters (and probably 100% illegal), Swapfell Gold and AU off shots are military androids sent off to fight wars for their human owners and governments so human soldiers never have to be faced with the brutality of their nation’s international policies. Meanwhile, Class, Swap, and Outer are all domestic brands with varying emphasis on subgenres; pop stars, fashion icons, artificial internet celebrities designed to market certain company’s as “approachable” to the masses, or even legal unpaid domestic servants or nannies.

(Info dump continues below)

Outcodes are fun because they are individuals who were corrupted in some way, and therefore considered disposable by the company who made them. Realizing this individually or because another outcode contacted them, most who are still online out in the world are in hiding. A caught outcode is sent back to the factory to be destroyed and recycled. It’s a death sentence.

On The Star Sans: Dream, Blue, and Ink are outcodes who independently escaped captivity, met each other through happenstance and have since established not just a team but a found family in the process. They live double lives, by daylight they pose as functional domestic bots, and by night they are the Star Sanses, heroes of Ebott City! Motivated by the altruistic desire to help others in need (humans included) but especially other monsters/bots who need help.

Legally, a domestic bot must be registered to a human owner. Normally the bot has no control over this. Dream, Blue and Ink have found a way to bypass this system. Independently they’ve picked out decent people to live with. The humans are unaware they’ve been setup. Dream picked a kind but lonely elder woman, who without family nearby, needed someone to help her live safely and independently. She sees Dream as the grandson she never had. To the surprise of no one, Ink chose an artist; an eccentric magician who moved to Ebott from France, intending to settle down after trotting across the globe for a good couple decades. Ink has accepted him as a father figure. Blue is happily rooming with a professional athlete who volunteers to coach at the local high school, the women has a busy professional life and when she’s gone, he has run of the house and equipment.

Error specifically is one example of a horrible tragic case of a classic sans being tossed into gladiator rings, miraculously survives his first match and than every single one after that but at a steep cost. The brutality of the ring gradually corrupts his code because he is being forced into a function that conflicts with the programming he was “born” with, (the birth of Geno), and later, utterly desperate, Geno hacks into his own systems. Though surviving the attempt is not intentional, he does. His owner, believing him to be defunct throws him out. Error awakens in a trash heap, finally free; and vows untold destruction on the men who made him. (And naturally all of Ebott city too)

And also later: Y/N finds and mends Error’s battered body (after a vicious fight with another outcode) and this starts a very tentative relationship or something idk this is as far as I got.