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evermorethecrow · 3 months

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asking really nicely so you can properly explain? please? pretty please? with a cherry on top? 🛐

SIGHHHHHHHH

fine because you were nice

Every evermore au summarised PROPERLY

1) Yuuko au-

Chuuya gets a kid at 14 and has to deal with it

2) Cryptid au-

Chuuya nakahara died in 1935, came back and is now murderous and evil (and a giant ram sometimes)

3) High school au-

Chuuya nakahara is a 15 year old who wants to be completely erased from memory when he dies, simultaneously he wants to fight with everything to keep living (it doesnt work)

4) Vampire au-

Chuuya was born (wrong) into an aristocratic heavily established vampire family with a lot of not so great traditions. after escaping from them the third time he looses it a little bit and decides to now dedicate his life to murdering them all off, as well as anyone who gets in the way. hes aproached by mori ougai the head of a powerful vampire slaying organisation and joins to help his plans. i also gave him a gun

5) God au-

born as the god of luck and fortune chuuya is stolen by humans and placed in a shrine to bring insane luck to the earth. then shit hits the fan. Now hes stuck as the god of curses (and bad luck) and cant walk around without hell breaking loose

6) Plant shop au-

Chuuya nakahara ends up at a police station at 14 and meets murase (as well as some other cops). Chuuya is going to be given a death sentence but after some less than legal talk with his supervisors murase can remove it completely. the only condition is rehabilitating chuuya back into society, which proves a harder task than thought considering a few extra issues that went down in his past.

7) College(idol) au-

At 15 chuuya nakahara is the lead of a world famous pop idol group. Shifty treatment from his manager makes chuuya decide to quit, however on while preforming his last show something technical goes wrong, the stage explodes, the other members got away safe but chuuya was hospitalised. the world assumes him dead and since he contract is over he decides to keep it that way, content with living his life like a normal person now. until hes in collage and it turns out his new roomate was the biggest fan of him and his old group. chaos ensues

8) Sky casino chuuya au-

After hardly a year in the sheep chuuya is found by fyodor and placed inside the sky casino for safe keeping. now at 16 hes very good at his job and very bad at being tollerant of annoying house guests from the port mafia

9) DOA au-

15 goes wrong, chuuya gets hit a lot harder by the sheep and he ends up at fyodors doorstep (through less than natural circumstances). hes been working for the doa since. Dazai and him re-meet at 22 after hes captured by the port mafia. it goes intrestingly.

10) Scene kid au- a fun au where everyone in the show wears some kind of alt fashion (also theres like the worlds impending and quickeningly near end looming over everyone but that doesnt matter)

11) God+Vampire slayer au-

Chuuya is the (born human) reincarnatation of the god/lord of the wild in an era where vampire-like zombies run wild. he meets a boy who turned into a vampire but somehow remained concious and is now working with him and a shifty doctor to blast gore everywhere try and find a cure

12) Ability swap au

Chuuya has no longer human instead of Tainted but keeps his singularity, dazai has flawless but keeps being anything but. They have eachother. (that could be enough)

13) No Yuuko au-

Yuuko (that kid who chuuya got) never actually MEETS chuuya and instead through a long path of events ends up in the custody of a 20 year old dazai. what could possibly go wrong

14) college au 2 eletric boogaloo-

Chuuya nakahara grows up strict catholic and ends up a single parent in some lousey apartment trying to ballence class and like not killing his child. also his roomate is an annoying bastard who wont shut up

15) Nun Au-

Chuuya's raised in a cult and then joins the mafia.

16) Pokemon au Red-

All the bsd charecters live in the world of pokemon. chuuyas a gym leader and secretly a team rocket executive following his bosses order to prevent some kid finding mew

17) Pokemon au Blue-

Pokemon exist in the bsd verse! Canon except they all have pokemon to fight with and chuuya may or may not be spiritually connected to a lucario

18) Demon ability au-

Instead of tainted sorrow chuuya has an ability reminiscent of kouyou and kyoukas. (hes still got that singularity unfortunatly but this time its in a huge fucking demon?) his role in the pm changes acordingly

19) Mermaid au- chuuya's a mermaid happily enjoying life on land. Dazai is a mermaid hellbent on dragging chuuya back to the ocean

20) Circus au-

when chuuya joins the port mafia hes placed under lippmanns command instead of kouyou's. unfortunatly its not that easy and the port mafia's fronting as a circus. now chuuyas got to learn how to use rope.

21) Elise au-

On his deathbed mori manages to transfer his ability to chuuya. hes now living through elise. it goes as well as you'd expect now the mafias being run by an 11 year old

22) Chuuya stays with the sheep au-

self explanitory, dazai's plan fails and chuuya never ends up leaving the sheep. then 15 rolls around and verlaine disposes of them. chuuya travels around with verlaine until hes eventually rescued by the flags

23) Ada au-

chuuya moves to the ada after stormbringer. he works with yosano in the infirmary.

24) Demon/Coffee shop au-

Ex-fighting ring demon chuuya runs a coffee shop and tries to be evil (hes bad at it)

25) Chuuya is inside my laptop au-

Dazai finds a beat up laptop on the floor one day and being the cheap person he is decides to take it. the only issue is theres someone (something?) living inside it (its chuuya)

26) Dragon au-

Chuuya nakahara is one of the last dragons of his kind. dazai wants a pet dog but gets something more exotic instead

27) Nyan bungou stray nekos au- nyan neko sugar girls but bsd derailed and i dont know how to explain this now

29) Botw au-

chuuya's a gerudo who isnt that good at fitting in, dazai's a zora next in line for the throne whos bad at everything. together they make a wildfire look like a beach holiday

Honarable mentions

Danganrompa au (Only existed so i could execute chuuya)

Vocaloid/Utauloid au (canon except they have vocasynth voices)

Evermore's chuuyai farm and factory

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #chuuya #bungo stray dogs manga #i love him #chuuyabsd #evermore answers #bsd au #chuuya au #chuuya bsd #bsd chuuya

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souryogurt64 · 1 year

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good lord i just read your whole dissertation (and half the incredibly well cited links) on the fucking ryanrosspetewentz history and i’m a bit stoned and have so many thoughts i hope you don’t mind me sharing

anyway. i’m a fucking wreck.. just absolutely devastated about ryan’s life story and the insanity of the scene in that time while simultaneously so impressed by the quality of your writing? i was absolutely enthralled the whole time i was reading, the literary allusions the Homoeroticism the ludicrous lives they were living the role of the early internet and state of popular culture (i can’t tell you how far up my metaphorical alley this is. i’m a huge fob fan and a media/music studies student and wrote my final paper on the rise and fall of emo - it’s not good but i had such a fucking good time writing it i didn’t even care i got a B)

and just some of the most insane real quotes from them. he’s so loved but so unloved. everything palahunik-linked. all of keltie colleen’s quotes about ryan.. oh god the lyrics to Camisado

i’ve been a fan of both bands but had no CLUE about this? god. i find it insane that i was alive at this time but absolutely not clued in to celebrity culture or the internet so just. completely fucking unaware.. i’m not going to lie to you some of those j-14 covers hit me like a truck. like seeing a parallel universe i can’t believe that’s the same group of some kinda nerdy dads doing music. (also i read the whole urie paper mag article and i hated it the whole time.)

god i just enjoyed it so much (although i’m still weeping) and i could sit here and keep bulletpointing my favourite parts but i feel like i’m already coming in very strong. but thank you for like. the most entertaining hour or two of my life, i can’t wait to read more of your work xo

thank you! and yeah ryans life is really tragic. this didnt make it into the article because i didnt really have enough proof and i didnt want to detract from my credibility by making wild claims.

but i think ryans life gets even worse somehow. while i was researching i noticed that there were two very different names going around for ryans mom-- i believe they got printed in two different magazines but so much is behind paywalls or has been lost to time its tough to say where exactly it originated

one of the names had her maiden name and the other didnt. it struck me as unusual that ryans mom would be using the ross last name if she and ryans dad had been estranged for ryans entire life.

it could have just been a mistake or a made up rumor that caught on but then i noticed ryans dad was a casino dealer in addition to being an abusive alcoholic. ryans dad was also older than average, he was 60 when he died and ryan was only 20 which means he wouldve been 40ish when ryan was born.

rolling stone also described ryans mom as "free spirited" and that she was not in contact with ryan which is like the polite way of saying on drugs. this was compounded by the fact that it got printed that ryan was briefly in contact with his mom again post-fame and then stopped, which is also a bit odd, like she only wanted money. i felt like maybe at one point they gave a fake name for ryans mom to obfuscate her actual identity and then just said her name later on.

ryans dad being so old especially was weird because i just did not see it as probable a 40ish year old woman would conceive a child with someone and then leave and have no involvement in that childs life because shes so "free spirited" even after the dad died, especially if the dad was an abusive alcoholic

this was also all so bizarre and set off alarm bells and the math was not mathing so i tried to figure out which name was his actual mom. the one i thought was fake was super common but a las vegas public records listing immediately came up for the maiden name which would put ryans mom at 20 years younger than his dad-- aka she was 20 and he was 40 when he was born. a second listing also came up that would make her 11 years younger

i cant prove it and its very tenuous and speculative, but it would make much more sense for a 19-28 year old possible addict to get knocked up by a 39 year old casino dealer in vegas and then abandon her child with him forever to go be "free spirited" because hes an abusive alcoholic than for a nearly middle aged woman to do that for seemingly no reason.

this is also where "the heart is deceitful above all things" comes in because theres this pervasive rumor that pete said the book reminded him of ryan, which i couldnt prove happened but the book is about a little kid with an addict mom in an out of jail thats physically abused by his religious older relatives when not in her care. i suspect ryan said pete said this on the messageboard panic set up to talk about the book, but the messageboard is long gone lol

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ascendedastarionapologist · 5 months

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headcanons about my durge x a!astarion

as much as id like to think my durge and a!astarion would be this epic cool evil vampire couple bent on world domimation, they'd probably end up just end up as evil villain burnouts, too occupied by indulging in hedonistic pleasures to actually apply themselves in any real capacity

so instead of actual world domination they operate a crooked casino (my durge was a cleric of tymora so i thought it fit) and its like a front for an opium peration (bc opuim makes me think of victorian gothic novels and i think that fits astarion well)

so they're just this super sleezy rich couple that constantly have just wild parties in their palace, orgys happen around them but like. they might be voyeurs and they might be exhibitionists but swingers they are not. they would literally kill anyone that tries it.

if they got a bit more serious they would probably start a cult or smthn since my durge basically sees astarion as a god, members becoming astarions spawn

#ascended astarion #durge x astarion #my durge and astarion pull up to the party reunions dressed like hot topic #my favorite gross little weirdos 💖#my posts

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dollar-store-sparklez · 1 year

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i feel like the og mianite gang would be so like. bewildered by these 2 new people. like they themselves are used to wild shit but these two are something else

okay, okay, so heres the vibe right

somehow, someway, they end up in the void. in my brain this is actually viking dragging legs with him, not sure how but its what i got. and then, yknow. they fall outta the sky. as ya do. its fine, they land in the ocean a little ways off from the shore.

so they kinda silently agree not to try and fight for a bit while they get to land and make see where the hell they are. and its apparent that this place is inhabited, theres a giant treehouse, a temple in the distance houses and farms, builds of all sorts. and of course, the small gathering of people waiting for them when they finally get out of the water.

of course the mianite gang is concerned, normally theyre the ones falling outta the sky, but these two seem okay regardless of the noticeable tension between them. legundo seems polite, viking seems nice, they end up settling is just fine even though legundo insists hes an atheist despite the gods being very real and showing up occasionally and viking switching between mianite and dianite every time hes asked about it.

a new rule is added to the purge since viking can walk through walls and that kind of makes the point of a locked vault rather pointless. legundo starts making a new casino since these folks are sorely in need of capitalism.

everyones a little unsure of how exactly the duo got there, from their own words falling into the void was expected to kill the both, and theres a strong concern when they mention the void things and possession and bloodmoon things going on back home. sounds familiar to them.

so starts the quest to get viking and legundo home and finding a way to stop the bloodmoons and the void in their home dimension and in the meantime, keeping them from killing eachother.

i think legs and jordan would get along as guys who saw the options given and said no thanks. viking i think ends up getting along well with everyone, though probably more so sonja and tom i think. and up digging around in the many magic users things looking for anything that might help learn about the book which... goes about as well as expected. hmm..

#pandora speaks #au talk #vikingpilot #legundo

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hypaalicious · 2 years

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TYPHOID MARY????? oh my god. Never change hypaa lmao

Frfr tho, I felt terrible about it for a little bit. Not for the executive, but because it was my first actual time not doing what I was supposed to do in a work environment. And while it may seem silly, the way I was raised…

I was the default “good” kid growing up. Teacher’s fave, going above and beyond in classes, always making sure I was doing the “right” thing so I could get what I “earned” by the end of it. I mean, that’s how the American school system is set up to brainwash kids, but I also was raised by two Black parents steeped in respectability politics that made this worse, lol. You know, the whole, “you have to be twice as good to be seen as half as good as someone not Black”.

Unfortunately, this programming led me to be the perfect person to be taken advantage of at my job. I created SOPs that the casino never had before, on my free time. I worked my ass off for thousands of dollars less than what I actually earned in all of my positions. I was disrespected by everyone save for my last boss who honestly looked out for me, but I kept up the, “if I just keep showing them how invaluable I am, then I’ll get my worth seen.”

Lol.

Not only that, I was the only Black woman working in that department, in that high of a position. I also worked at a pretty conservative place. All of these things pointed clearly to, “don’t try so hard, don’t talk to nobody, and collect ya check and leave” but I let my mouth write a check my ass couldn’t cash. 😂

So yeah, I was sick with the realization that I had ever done something out of pocket to be fired for. It’s against my programming. I thought I deserved bad things because of it.

It wasn’t until a month or so passed that I realized:

- I am actually no less poor than I was when I was slaving more than half my life away at a job that didn’t appreciate me anyway. Which is wild. I would literally be exactly still where I am today if I still had that job.

- never EVER give a job 100% or more of you. People who give 25% are employed and earning the same as the person who is busting they ass.

- if I’m going to be poor anyway, might as well have the free time to be poor on my own terms than going through the rat race that didn’t get me any closer to purchasing a home, going on vacations, anything that would lift me out of the poverty I’m in.

- no matter how cool you are with ya co-workers, don’t get comfortable. I’m sure there are a few exceptions, but at the end of the day, not even my boss who was just as much a powerful executive as the one who ratted me out couldn’t save me. Power dynamics and knowing your place within them should never be forgotten.

- fuck that ho, she needed to be told about herself 😂 Walking around exposing everybody in the vicinity to Covid, being cute on IG about it like it’s a vacation, while you absent from work and don’t think you gone get stepped to? Yeah, I’ll eat that bullet with a chaser. I hope she remembers my face as the one bitch who dared to challenge her when nobody else did.

So, umm… yeah. LOL I will likely continue to have less of a filter than before, for better or for worse. 😂

#my old boss was the one who texted me that the exec got fired too LMFAO #if there was anything resembling ‘karma’ I think that would be it #every day I tell myself I need to have a better filter but the older I get the less of one I have #ah well #we outchea!#anon ask

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trinity-mia · 3 months

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a story as endless as the ocean

the lightning thief

1.5 las vegas' most normal hotel and casino

warnings : animal abuse, casinos, cussing, allie gets sexualized

word count : 5.1k

1.5 If I Were to Let Temptation Control Me Just a Little Bit More, the Entire World Would've Ended

The war god was waiting for us in the diner parking lot.

"Well, well," he drawled. "You didn't get yourself killed."

"You knew it was a trap," I accused, glaring venomously at him.

Ares gave me a wicked grin. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV."

"I always look good on T.V. And movie screens. And magazines. And large stages," I bit back. "Why do you think Hollywood has kept me around so long?"

Luke shoved his shield at him. "You're a jerk."

I grabbed his arm, a silent warning, and Grover gulped but Ares just smirked. He grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest. Then he slung it across his back.

"See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen-wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas."

The eighteen-wheeler had a sign on the back, which I could read only because it was reverse-printed white on black, a good combination for dyslexia: KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL: HUMANE ZOO TRANSPORT. WARNING: LIVE WILD ANIMALS.

My head snapped back around to stare incredulously at him. "You're kidding. I'd rather do the whole raise-my-hand in Walmart tactic."

Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "I just gave you a free ride west, punkette. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job."

He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to me. Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuf Oreos.

"We don't want your lousy—" Luke began hotly.

"Thank you, Lord Ares," Grover interrupted, giving us both his best red-alert warning look. I wasn't really against the arrogant deity getting told exactly what this little thing called reality was, but Grover wasn't as suicidal as Luke and I apparently were. Maybe it was a demigod thing. We knew we'd probably die before turning twenty so we amputated our survival instincts.

"Thanks, bub."

I gritted my teeth. It was probably a deadly insult to refuse something from a god, but I didn't want anything that Ares had touched. Reluctantly, I slung the backpack over my other shoulder, succeeding only in making myself look stupid with two backpacks.

I knew my anger was being caused by the war god's presence, but I was still itching to punch him in the nose. He reminded me of every bully I'd ever faced: Nathan Bobofit, Gabe, random dudes on the streets anywhere I went who would catcall me, the gross people on the internet.

I looked back at the diner, which had only a couple of customers now. The waitress who'd served us dinner was watching nervously out the window, like she was afraid Ares might hurt us. She dragged the fry cook out from the kitchen to see. She said something to him. He nodded, held up a little disposable camera and snapped a picture of us. I could've turned away, but I put on my best terrified look and stared right into that camera's lens.

"Thanks," I turned from terrified to angry in half a second, thanking Danny for all those years of forcing me to perfect my facial expressions.

Ares smirked at me, fiery eyes flickering over me with a familiar look. I shifted uncomfortably. "I'll see you around Punkette," he declared, slinging his leg over his overly-large bike. "Never know, what with your looks, give it two months and maybe I'll sweep you off your feet once you become legal."

I choked in shock, while Grover grabbed onto Luke who had started forward with a furious expression. Ares gave a dark laugh and sped off, dust being kicked up behind him.

"That no-good, sonova—" Luke began to snarl as soon as Ares was gone.

"Yeah, no kidding," I agreed darkly, remembering all of the other grown men who'd said that to me and feeling the need to claw my own skin off. "I can't believe—"

"Uh, guys," Grover cut in anxiously. "I hate to interrupt but."

He pointed toward the diner. At the register, the last two customers were paying their check, two men in identical black coveralls, with a white logo on their backs that matched the one on the KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL truck.

"If we're taking the zoo express," Grover said, "we need to hurry."

I didn't like it, but we had no better option and after that crap, I didn't want to test what might actually happen if we refused the ride. The next train wasn't until tomorrow night and it took too long. Besides, I'd seen enough of Denver. We ran across the street and climbed in the back of the big rig, closing the doors behind us.

The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like the world's biggest pan of kitty litter. I felt like I was going to throw up from it. But the smell wasn't half as disgusting as the sight of the inside.

The trailer was dark inside until I brought out Riptide. The blade cast a faint bronze light over a very sad scene. Sitting in a row of filthy metal cages were three of the most pathetic zoo animals I'd ever beheld: a zebra, a male albino lion, and some weird antelope thing I didn't know the name for.

Someone had thrown the lion a sack of turnips, which he obviously didn't want to eat. The zebra and the antelope had each gotten a Styrofoam tray of hamburger meat. The zebra's mane was matted with chewing gum, like somebody had been spitting on it in their spare time. The antelope had a stupid silver birthday balloon tied to one of his horns that read OVER THE HILL!

Apparently, nobody had wanted to get close enough to the lion to mess with him, but the poor thing was pacing around on soiled blankets, in a space way too small for him, panting from the stuffy heat of the trailer. He had flies buzzing around his pink eyes and his ribs showed through his white fur.

I put my hand over my mouth in horror at the brutal scene.

"This is kindness?" Grover yelled. "Humane zoo transport?"

He probably would've gone right back outside to beat up the truckers with his reed pipes, and I would've helped him, but just then the truck's engine roared to life, the trailer started shaking, and we were forced to sit down or fall down.

We huddled in the corner on some mildewed feed sacks, trying to ignore the smell and the heat and the flies. Grover talked to the animals in a series of goat bleats, but they just stared at him sadly. We were all in favor of breaking the cages and freeing them on the spot, but I reluctantly pointed out it wouldn't do much good until the truck stopped moving. Besides, I had a feeling we might look a lot better to the lion than those turnips.

I found a water jug, used my powers to remove the dirt and refilled their bowls, then used Riptide to drag the mismatched food out of their cages. I gave the meat to the lion and split the turnips between the zebra and the antelope.

Grover calmed the antelope down, while I used a throwing knife to cut the balloon off his horn. I wanted to cut the gum out of the zebra's mane, too, but we decided that would be too risky with the truck bumping around. We told Grover to promise the animals we'd help them more in the morning, then we settled in for the night.

Grover curled up on a turnip sack; Luke opened our bag of Double Stuf Oreos and started to nibble on one half-heartedly; meanwhile, I tried to cheer myself up by concentrating on the fact that we were halfway to Los Angeles. Halfway to our destination. It was only June fourteenth. The solstice wasn't until the twenty-first. We could make it in plenty of time.

On the other hand, I had no idea what to expect next. The gods kept toying with me. At least Hephaestus had the decency to be honest about it— he'd put up cameras and advertised me as entertainment. But even when the cameras weren't rolling, I had a feeling my quest was being watched. I was a source of amusement for the gods. And though that was essentially what I was made for, especially in the eyes of the internet, I wasn't being paid for this type of forced entertainment.

After a few minutes, Grover started to snore, and I marveled enviously at his ability to fall asleep so easily. We rode in silence for a few miles, bumping around on the feed sacks. The zebra munched a turnip. The lion licked the last of the hamburger meat off his lips and looked at me hopefully.

Luke rubbed his necklace like he was deep in thought.

"That pine-tree bead," I said, breaking our silence. "Is that from your first year?"

"Yeah," he replied. "Every August, the counselors pick the most important event of the summer, and they paint it on that year's beads. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress— now that was a weird summer..."

"I need to hear that story at some point," I grinned. I reached up to touch my locket. Luke's gaze followed my movement.

"It's a family heirloom," I explained. My eyes went to his scar and I chewed on my lip, debating whether to ask about it or not.

Luke realized what I was looking at and sighed, pulling me to rest my head on his shoulder.

"My mother has mental issues," he revealed. "She gets these fits and I ended up running away when I was nine. Met Thalia a while later. Annabeth a few months after that. Before we met Grover, Thalia got badly hurt while we were near my house, so we ended up going there to patch her up. Hermes was there, and he told me after I got to Camp, he would organize a quest for me. And he did. I was assigned to steal the Apples of Immortality from the Garden of the Hesperides. I got my scar from Ladon, the dragon who guards the tree. Not very interesting really." He cleared his throat. "How does it feel being one of the most well-known names in the world?"

I got the hint and let him change the subject, telling him any story about my career that came to mind.

Soon enough, the rocking of the van and the thumping of Luke's heart in my ear let me drift off into sleep.

My nightmare started out as something I'd dreamed a million times before: Walking around the streets of Manhattan, getting catcalled. I'd keep my head held high and didn't say anything, but on the inside, I felt terrified.

Then the dream strayed from the usual.

I looked over to my side and a girl was there, walking with me. She was my age, with unruly black, punk-style hair, dark eyeliner around her electric blue eyes, and freckles across her nose. Somehow, I knew who she was. She was Thalia, daughter of Zeus.

She glared and flipped off a few guys, got frustrated, and snapped, "Well, Kelp Head? One of us has to get out of here."

She's right, my dream-self thought. I'm going back to that cavern. I'm going to give The Voice a piece of my mind.

The voices didn't stop, but I fell through the sidewalk. The catcaller's voices changed until it was cold and evil, echoing from the depths of a great chasm.

"Astraea Jackson," it said. "Yes, the exchange went well, I see."

I was back in the dark cavern, spirits of the dead drifting around me. Unseen in the pit, the monstrous thing was speaking, but this time it wasn't addressing me. The numbing power of its voice seemed directed somewhere else.

"And she suspects nothing?" it asked.

Another voice, one I almost recognized, answered at my shoulder. "Nothing, my lord. She is as ignorant as the rest."

I looked over, but no one was there. The speaker was invisible.

"Deception upon deception," the thing in the pit mused aloud. "Excellent." He said it in that sinister movie villain way. You know, egg-sal-lent.

"Truly, my lord," said the voice next to me, "You are well-named the Crooked One. But was it really necessary? I could have brought you what I stole directly—"

"You?" the monster said in scorn. "You have already shown your limits. You would have failed me completely had I not intervened."

"But, my lord—"

"Peace, little servant. Our six months have bought us much. Zeus's anger has grown. Poseidon has played his most desperate card. Now we shall use it against him. Shortly you shall have the reward you wish, and your revenge. As soon as both items are delivered into my hands... but wait. She is here."

"What?" The invisible servant suddenly sounded tense. "You summoned her, my lord?"

"No." The full force of the monster's attention was now pouring over me, freezing me in place. "Blast her father's blood— she is too strong-willed, too unpredictable. The girl brought herself here."

"Impossible!" the servant cried.

I need to wake up, I thought, feeling The Voice 'turn' towards me. Now! My eyes snapped open, and I gasped frantically for breath as my adrenaline crashed.

"The truck's stopped," Grover warned me. "We think they're coming to check on the animals."

"Hide!" Luke hissed. He had it easy. He just put on Annabeth's magic cap and disappeared. Grover and I had to dive behind feed sacks and hope we looked like turnips. At the same time, if someone ever dared to compare me to a vegetable, they'd get to Hades the quick way.

The trailer doors creaked open. Sunlight and heat poured in.

"Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances." He climbed inside and poured some water from a jug into the animals' dishes.

"You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face.

The lion roared in indignation.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said.

Next to me, under the turnip sacks, Grover tensed. For a peace-loving herbivore, he looked downright murderous. In fairness to him though, I would happily have held them down while he bludgeoned them both to death with his pipes. It seemed like a good way for them to die.

The trucker threw the antelope a squashed-looking Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra. "How ya doin', Stripes? Least we'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this one. They're gonna saw you in half!" Sick, twisted, disgusting bastard.

The zebra, wild-eyed with fear, looked straight at me.

There was no sound, but as clear as day, I heard it say: Free me, My Lady. Please.

I was too stunned to react.

There was a loud knock, knock, knock on the side of the trailer.

The trucker inside with us yelled, "What do you want, Eddie?" Always knew I hated that name.

A voice outside— it must've been Eddie's— shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?"

"What are you banging for?"

Knock, knock, knock.

Our guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot.

A second later, Luke appeared next to me. He must've done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer.

"This transport business can't be legal," he declared. I nodded in agreement.

"No kidding," Grover said. He paused, as if listening. "The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!"

That's right, the zebra's voice said in my mind.

"We've got to free them!" Grover said. He and Luke both looked at me, waiting for my lead. I stayed calm on the outside, but inside my thoughts were racing by too fast to process them properly.

I'd heard the zebra talk, but not the lion. Why? Maybe it was another learning disability... I could only understand zebras? Then I thought: horses. Hadn't Poseidon created horses? Was a zebra close enough to a horse? Was that why I could understand it?

The zebra said, Open my cage, My Lady. Please. I'll be fine after that.

Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they'd be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. I grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra's cage.

The zebra burst out. It turned to me and bowed. Thank you, My Lady. If Luke or Grover found this weird, they didn't find time to say.

Grover held up his hands and said something to the zebra in goat talk, like a blessing.

Just as Maurice was poking his head back inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him and into the street. There was yelling and screaming and cars honking. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a wide boulevard lined with hotels and casinos and neon signs. We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas.

At least he wouldn't stand out.

Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, "Hey! You need a permit for that!"

"Now would be a good time to leave," I said as I snatched up my bag, Luke grabbing Ares' one.

"The other animals first," Grover insisted.

Luke and I cut the locks. Then Grover raised his hands and spoke the same goat-blessing he'd used for the zebra.

"Good luck," I told the animals. The antelope and the lion burst out of their cages and went off together into the streets.

Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off and took pictures, probably thinking it was some kind of stunt by one of the casinos.

"Will the animals be okay?" I asked Grover. "I mean, the desert and all—"

"Don't worry," he said. "I placed a satyr's sanctuary on them."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning they'll reach the wild safely," he said. "They'll find water, food, shade, whatever they need until they find a safe place to live."

"Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked.

"It only works on wild animals."

"That sucks," I complained.

"Cheer up, Angel," Luke said, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. "Come on. Let's get out of this piece of shit."

We stumbled out into the desert afternoon. It was a hundred and ten degrees, easy, and we must've looked like deep-fried vagrants, but everybody was too interested in the wild animals to pay us much attention.

We passed the Monte Carlo and the MGM. We passed pyramids, a pirate ship, and the Statue of Liberty, which was a pretty small replica, but it still made me homesick.

I wasn't sure what we were looking for. Maybe just a place to get out of the heat for a few minutes, find a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, make a new plan for getting west.

We must have taken a wrong turn, because we found ourselves at a dead-end, standing in front of the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The entrance was a huge neon flower, the petals lighting up and blinking. No one was going in or out, but the glittering chrome doors were open, spilling out air-conditioning that smelled like flowers— lotus blossom, maybe. I'd never smelled one, so I wasn't sure.

The doorman smiled at us. "Hey, kids. You look tired. You want to come in and sit down?"

I was always wary of strangers, but I'd become full-on paranoid in the past week or so. I figured anybody might be a monster or a god. You just couldn't tell. But this guy was normal. One look at him, and I could see. Besides, I was so relieved to hear somebody who sounded sympathetic that I nodded and said we'd love to come in. Inside, we took one look around, and Grover said, "Whoa."

The whole lobby was a giant game room. And I'm not talking about cheesy old Pac-Man games or slot machines. There was an indoor waterslide snaking around the glass elevator, which went straight up at least fifty floors. There was a climbing wall on the side of one building, and an indoor bungee-jumping bridge. There were virtual-reality suits with working laser guns. And hundreds of video games, each one the size of a widescreen TV.

Basically, you name it, this place had it. There were a few other kids playing, but not that many. No waiting for any of the games. There were waitresses and snack bars all around, serving every kind of food you can imagine.

"Hey!" a bellhop said. At least I guessed he was a bellhop. He wore a white-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt with lotus designs, shorts, and flip-flops. "Welcome to the Lotus Casino. Here's your room key."

I stammered, "Um, but..."

"No, no," he waved me off, laughing. "The bill's taken care of. No extra charges, no tips. Just go on up to the top floor, room 44001. If you need anything, like extra bubbles for the hot tub, or skeet targets for the shooting range, or whatever, just call the front desk. Here are your LotusCash cards. They work in restaurants and on all the games and rides."

He handed us each a green plastic credit card.

I knew there must be some mistake. Maybe they thought I'd already paid. Maybe Danny had called ahead and booked us a room? I convinced myself he had, "How much is on here?"

His eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, when does it run out of cash?"

He laughed. "Oh, you're making a joke. Hey, that's cool. Enjoy your stay."

We took the elevator upstairs and checked out our room. It was a suite with three separate bedrooms and a bar stocked with candy, sodas, and chips. A hotline to room service. Fluffy towels and water beds with feather pillows. A big-screen television with satellite and high-speed Internet.

The balcony had its own hot tub, and sure enough, there was a skeet-shooting machine and a shotgun, so you could launch clay pigeons right out over the Las Vegas skyline and plug them with your gun. I didn't see how that could be legal, but I thought it was pretty cool looking. The view over the Strip and the desert were amazing, though I doubted we'd ever find time to look at the view with a room like this for the rest of the quest.

"Oh, gods," Luke breathed, slack-jawed. "This place is..."

"Sweet," Grover said. "Absolutely sweet."

There were clothes in the closet— all designer— and they fit me. I frowned, thinking that this was a little strange. Then I shrugged and I threw Ares' backpack in the trash can. Wouldn't need that anymore. When we left, I could just buy more supplies at the hotel store. I went ahead and shoved all of the clothes and shoes into my bag, certain Danny had called ahead and told them to prepare everything for our stay and had paid for them all then.

I took a shower, which felt awesome after a week of grimy travel. I changed clothes into a vintage Chanel top and skirt, ate a bag of chips, drank two waters and a coffee, and came out feeling better than I had in a long time. In the back of my mind, a small problem kept nagging me. I'd had a dream or something... I needed to talk to my friends. But I was sure it could wait.

I came out of the bedroom and found that Luke and Grover had also showered and changed clothes. Grover was eating potato chips to his heart's content, while Luke had turned on Game of Thrones.

"Boys," I snorted. "You had to choose something I act in?"

"It's awesome. That waitress was right— your character is sick as hell," Luke defended his T.V. show choice. "And you look hot— do you have any of those dresses still?"

"I feel good," Grover said. "I love this place."

I had to agree. This place was better than pretty much everywhere else I'd ever slept in. "I can't believe I've never stayed here before."

"So what now?" Luke asked. "Sleep?"

Grover and I looked at each other and grinned. We both held up our green plastic LotusCash cards.

"Playtime," I grinned.

I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. Despite the places I went, there was no comparing to this place. Really, why had I never stayed here before?

I bungee-jumped the lobby five or six times, checked out the waterslide, snowboarded the artificial ski slope, and played virtual-reality laser tag and FBI sharpshooter. I saw Grover a few times, going from game to game. He really liked the reverse hunter thing— where the deer go out and shoot the rednecks. Frankly, it was kind of weird.

Luke was playing various theft and battle-related games, as if that wasn't how he spent his regular time as well.

I'm not sure when I first realized something was wrong.

Probably, it was when I noticed the guy standing next to me at VR sharpshooters. He was about thirteen, I guess, but his clothes were weird. I thought he was some Elvis impersonator's son. He wore bell-bottom jeans and a red T-shirt with black piping, and his hair was permed and gelled like a New Jersey girl's on homecoming night.

We played a game of sharpshooters together and he said, "Groovy, man. Been here two weeks, and the games keep getting better and better."

Groovy? Who the fuck says groovy anymore?

Later, while we were talking, I said something was "sick," and he looked at me kind of startled, as if he'd never heard the word used that way before.

He said his name was Darrin, but as soon as I started asking him questions he got bored with me and started to go back to the computer screen.

"Hey, Darrin?" I said, a feeling of unease in my stomach, and a pounding in my head.

"What?"

"What year is it?"

He frowned at me. "In the game?"

"No. In real life."

He had to think about it. "1977."

"No," I denied, getting a little scared. "Really."

"Hey, girlfriend. Bad vibes. I got a game happening."

After that he ignored me.

I started talking to people, and I found it wasn't easy. They were glued to the TV screen, or the video game, or their food, or whatever. I found a guy who told me it was 1985. Another guy told me it was 1993. They all claimed they hadn't been in here very long, a few days, a few weeks at most. They didn't really know and they didn't care.

Then it occurred to me: how long had I been there? It seemed like only a couple of hours, but was it?

I tried to remember why we were there. We were going to Los Angeles. We were supposed to find the entrance to the Underworld. The world... the world was going to end if we didn't stop it! I rushed around the room in search of the boys.

I found Luke robbing the White House.

"Come on," I told him. "We've got to get out of here."

No response.

I shook him. "Luke?"

He looked up, annoyed. Frankly, I'd never seen him giving me a look like that, and it only reinforced my stress level. The way things were going, I'd be on blood pressure tablets by the time I turned eighteen in two months.

"What?" Luke snapped at me.

"We need to leave."

"Leave? What the fuck are you talking about, Allie? I've just got past the third level—"

"This place is a trap."

He didn't respond until I shook him again. "What?"

"Oh for the love of Olympus!" I cried, frustration bubbling in my stomach, along with a little fear at the furious look on Luke's face. Then I slapped him. Hard.

That jarred him. His vision cleared. "Oh my gods," he said. "How long have we—"

"I don't know, but we've got to find Grover."

We went searching, and found him still playing Virtual Deer Hunter.

"Grover!" we both shouted.

He said, "Die, human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!"

"Grover!"

He turned the plastic gun on me and started clicking, as if I were just another image from the screen.

I looked at Luke, and together we took Grover by the arms and dragged him away. He fought us, but considering Luke and I were taller and stronger, it wasn't a fight he was going to win, "No! I just got to a new level! No!"

The Lotus bellhop hurried up to us. "Well, now, are you ready for your platinum cards?"

"We're leaving," I told him matter-of-factly.

"Such a shame," he said, and I got the feeling that he really meant it, that we'd be breaking his heart if we went. Well, he'd just have to deal. He'd have no guests at all if Zeus and Poseidon tore the world apart in the midst of their temper tantrum. Probably no wifi either.

"We just added an entirely new floor full of games for platinum-card members."

He held out the cards, and I wanted one. But, I knew that if I took one, I'd never leave. I'd stay here, happy forever, playing games forever, and soon I'd forget my mom, and my quest, and maybe even my own name. I'd be playing virtual rifleman with groovy Disco Darrin forever.

Grover reached for the card, but Luke yanked back his arm and shook his head with a firm, "No, thanks."

We walked toward the door, and as we did, the smell of the food and the sounds of the games seemed to get more and more inviting. I thought about our room upstairs. We could just stay the night, sleep in a real bed for once...

Then we burst through the doors of the Lotus Casino and ran down the sidewalk. It still felt like afternoon, about the same time of day we'd gone into the casino, but something was wrong. The weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert.

Ares' backpack was slung over Luke's shoulder, and mine from Camp was over mine, still filled to the brim with the designer clothing I'd put into it. Both of which was odd, because I was sure I had left them in room 44001, but at the moment I had other problems to worry about.

I ran to the nearest newspaper stand and read the year first. Thank the gods, it was the same year it had been when we went in. Then I noticed the date and moaned in horror: June twentieth.

We had been in the Lotus Casino for five days. We had only one day left until the summer solstice. One day to complete our quest.

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Oooh, OP your poll has sparked many thoughts. I had to actually think about it for a second, and in the end, you've got a point, it all comes down to Team Rocket and Plasma 2.0. The thing about the other teams is that they're honestly, kind of soft. In the murder department that is. They may be organizations capable of summoning or capturing Legendaries, but what kind of battle are we looking at? A Pokemon battle between grunts? Team Rocket is getting sweeped, I'm sorry. I had more trouble fighting Team Aqua in my run. Raticate with Hyperfang is a monster though.

Judging by your comment, if it's an honest FIGHT between organizations? TR has been around longer. Aether Paradise, despite it's dark side, are still just employees at a conservation center. The UBs won't help them, the protag caught them all. Magma and Aqua nearly destroy the planet, but they won't be pulling a move like that against their rival gangs. They're the only group that was remorseful and tried to help the protag too. Cyrus is still lost in the distortion world, rip. Kudos on having admins of your own, but neither of them far as I recall (having never played Sinnoh games but I haven't heard about any crimes of theirs from fandom yet asides from bombing lakes) come close to the Rocket admins, they've got a Proton for Arceus's sake. He had a whole crew of grunts armed with knives deep in a cave chopping off Slowpoke tails to sell on the black market.

Team Plasma may have Ghetsis down for murder and some mean people that stuck around with him, and actually succeeded in terrorizing Unova and freezing the place over for a bit and trying to kill the protag, but his grunts would CRY if they faced Rocket. We've actually SEEN how mean Rocket grunts can get in anime specials, in killing Marowak, in their grunt sprites carrying whips and MAYBE tasers if I'm not mis-remembering another source. Oh you've got Gene splicing tech? So do they, they created a whole ass Legendary. They held Sliph scientists hostage for research, caged up countless Pokemon in labs and casinos, took over a Radio tower with more hostages, forced evolution tech to lead to rapid Magikarp evolution into angry Gyarados, imagine if they unleashed that onto the ocean? I've seen a fic where 100 of them sunk the S.S Anne in honestly that most wild Rocket scheme I've seen to date. Oh yeah they also took the S.S Anne hostage.

There are so many implications of other shit they had involvement in, in dark Kanto war AU theories. the DANGER of Giovanni hiding his identity for years while all doing all sorts of crime bureaucratic stuff in the background, that general shady jazz of making deals with crime bosses, messing up, and getting "vanished" ok so maybe too much fic influence goes into this, but LOOK Victreebel and Golbat are such murder Pokemon. Interpol and their literal SWAT Teams that were sent to find them in the Pokemon Generations Special? the super cameras they use catch images of their agents? feels like a movie damn, these guys are legit. what's Plasma, but a wayward religious cult aiming for dictatorship? where your grunts are wishywashy and half of them leave in the sequel, while Rocket grunts are loyal to their boss? you sweet talked citizens into releasing their pokemon? they lured gullible trainers in with nugget bridge, people down on their luck in the slums of society, bullied a whole town, disrespected a grave site, pushed people down the stairs, another hostage in Mr. Fuji, threatening hostage meeting with Silph boss before bombing the first floor and escape helicopter in Origins, had suspicious history with the "good guys" in Kanto's government and big names. stole so many things. god just. fucked up crime list continues. Archer just casually discussing selling Cubone skulls when they evolve, the danger of Petrel's impersonations, Proton's anger issues + being their cruelest and scariest member, THAT is who Giovanni has chosen as TR's first line of defense, y'all getting fucked up. Ariana plays dirty (as double battle mechanics didn't exist back then, ganging up on us until Lance physically pushes her away from us bc he is also down for violence) and is just as willing to be vicious because TR is a WAY OF LIFE unlike Admins in other gangs who just grouped together with their boss for a single Legendary Pokemon purpose and changing the world, TR was built on crime. "I may have been around during the day, but now I'm doing my real job." dare I ask? all the dialogue of not going easy on children, on showing how mean adults can be, like yeesh. and of course, last but not least, TEAM RAINBOW ROCKET, cause Gio really gonna make all y'all other Team bosses his b- anyways, I probably missed stuff cause the list is extensive but you're right OP, Gio's got a gun.

anon. I love you dfhjmk,ljhgfds. I can't even add to this you've said everything I'm saving this forever

#asks #anon #fave #save #this post was written by a rocket grunt

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newmusicradionetwork · 1 year

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Alex Miller Delivers Gritty, Guitar-Driven Rocker, “When God Made The South”

American Idol alum Alex Miller’s fans have been eagerly awaiting new music, and he delivers with “When God Made The South.” An anthemic, guitar-driven ode to the glories of Southern living, the track is a great send off to summer. “WGMTS” is as gritty as a gravel road, as raw as moonshine and as slick as goose … well, you know. It’s a bit outside of what most might consider Miller’s “traditional Country” lane, but the move was intentional and offers a glimpse at another side of this talented Kentucky-born vocalist. The track is available for pre-save now. “Lyrically it’s just Country as dirt, but we rocked it pretty hard. I wanted it to sound like something between George Strait and KISS.” – Alex Miller “I really took the Idol judges’ advice to heart,” Alex admits. “I get that I have to challenge myself and keep growing to keep going in this business. This song was perfect for me. It screams ‘hit’ and the minute I heard it I knew we had to cut it. The lyrics are straight on Country. If you just read them, you’d never know this single was so edgy, but Jerry’s production takes things in a whole different direction – and I think it is just awesome.” “I really struggle to think of a young artist as self-assured of his style and brand as Alex Miller. This single gives a nod to modern Country radio without sacrificing identity.” – Billy Dukes, Taste of Country “A trailer load of grits ain’t got nothin’ on Alex’s latest.” – Duncan Warwick, Country Music People “Alex shows off his jammin’ side with utmost perfection!” – Preshias Harris, Nashville Music Line “Best of all possible worlds – the past, present and future of Country – all wrapped up in one song.” – Char Richards, The Life Box Media Channel Produced by award-winning songwriter and industry veteran Jerry Salley for Billy Jam Records, “When God Made The South” is the first release from Miller’s second and upcoming album for the label. His debut CD, MILLER TIME, delivered three well-received singles: “I’m Over You, So Get Over Me,” “Don’t Let The Barn Door Hit Ya” and “Through With You” (which took Alex to the Top 35 of the Billboard Indicator Chart, and reached #2 on THE COUNTRY NETWORK with its companion music video). “We’ve been on a real journey together for the last 18 months,” says Salley of his relationship with Alex. “We’ve learned so much about each other on a musical – and personal level. What stands out the most to me is that he loves all kinds of music. As Country as Alex is, he can perform any type of music that moves him. He is not one dimensional. It is a blast to hear this kid stretch a bit outside of his natural zone and try something new. He is so young and can go so far, it should be fun for him.” Miller’s had a blast to date; he loves the road and the energy of the crowds and this year he has shared the stage with Brooks & Dunn (Iowa State Fair), Jamey Johnson (Wisconsin State Fair), Generation Radio (Ohio State Fair), Niko Moon (Kentucky State Fair) and King Calaway (Oklahoma State Fair). Additionally, he’s headlined at the New York State Fair, opened shows for Diamond Rio and Sawyer Brown, and debuted at the popular Wild Rose Casinos in Iowa. Fans can keep up with Alex on his website, TikTok, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and YouTube. Read the full article

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a-lucha-brother · 2 years

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Oh shit!! It’s All Out night babyyyyy And here’s my predictions:

Firstly I want to say, I am holy fuck hyped for All Out 2022, BUT I feel like the build is so very hit and miss, which is becoming a prevailing problem within AEW. On the one hand ALL of the grudge matches (ironically all non-title go figure) have super builds behind them as does the triple tag team title match (literally years of story-telling colliding), but pretty much ALL of the title matches, especially the main event, have sweet FA leading into them - don’t come at me saying Mox/Punk has good build, it has WWE circa 2014 build, aka really lazy and boring rinse and repeat.

But anyways, starting with the Zero Hour pre-show:

Tomohiro Ishii vs Eddie Kingston 2

Now let me tell you something brother!! I love me a bit of the Stone Pitbull, but Eddie’s taking this no doubt about it. You love to see it!

AEW All-Atlantic Championship Pac © vs Kip Sabian

Well fuck me silly and dress me up cute! Two of Britains greatest exports going to slap meat together, you know this is going to be a barn burner and a half! I know Kip is being built back, but this title was made for THE BASTARD. My man is going for the win come on y’know!

FTW Championship Hook © vs Angelo Parker

Now, I love the JSA because of course I do, and I love Cool Hand Ange, but sweetheart, you know Hook is killing him faster than you can say BAH GAWD.

I care so little about Sammy right now I’m not even bothering with his match, how’s about a go fuck yourself on that one. Can’t wait to hear the crowd booing like crazy.

AND NOW for the main card of All Out 2022:

Casino Ladder match Claudio Castagnoli, Wheeler Yuta, Andrade El Idolo, Rush, Rey Fenix, Penta El Zero M, Dante Martin and the ‘Joker'

Oooooooh yeeeeah, brother let me tell ya WOO this is going to blow all of our balls off like there’s no tomorrow. My head says that Andrade will win, but I personally want my main man Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrreeeeeeyyyyyyy Fenix to win it all, you know you fucking want it, he’s a crazy son of a bitch!

AEW Interim Women's World Championship Toni Storm vs Dr. Britt Baker, D.M.D. vs Jamie Hayter vs Hikaru Shida

Now again, this is going to be a mental match brother! And again, my head says Toni Storm is walking away with the title, but screw that I’m going for MY LASSIE Jamie Hayter here we go!! Also I’m totally in love with her so I’ll be hyping her ass up like you wouldn’t believe brother!!

Jungle Boy vs Christian Cage

Ayooo Christian Cage is MY GUY y’know, me and him go waaaaay back. But I gotta go with my main man Jack Perry brother. He’s gonna beat Cage black and blue brother, but I also wouldn’t be surprised if they find a way for Cage to win so we can keep this hype train going. Still going for Jungle Jack though.

Ricky Starks vs Powerhouse Hobbs YES MY GOD YES I cannot wait for this so much, it’s honestly going to be such a wild match and the crowd are going to be WILD for Ricky Stahks (as JR calls him). This is a beautiful time to be a fan of Ricky Starks because we’re finally seeing him become a MEGA STAR. Whether Hobbs wins or not is irrelevant because the rocket is firmly up Ricky’s ass rn. Also I want him to win if that wasn’t clear.

AEW World Tag Team Championship Swerve In Our Glory vs The Acclaimed

EVERYBODY LOVES THE ACCLAIMED

TBS Championship Jade Cargill vs Athena

AYOOO brother! I think it’s finally time to get the title off Jade and give it to someone fresh.....like Athena.

Bryan Danielson vs Chris Jericho

To quote JR, this is going to be the match of the year I don’t care what anyone says. And I honestly can’t call who’s going to win that’s how damn good and how many moving parts there are to this. So here’s a gif of Daddy Magic!

Trios Match FTR & Wardlow vs Jay Lethal & Impact Wrestling's MCMG

Need I even say anything...

Trios Match House of Black vs Darby Allin, Sting & Miro Oh my fucking god good god almighty this is going to be INSANE, blood will be spilled and bones will be shattered, and souls will be redeemed, so sayeth The Druid, so shall be the will of The Redeemer.

AEW World Trios Championship Tournament Final Kenneth BY GOD Omega & Young Bucks vs Hangman Page & Dark Order I can’t even, I just have no words to express any sense of what’s going to go down here. All I can say is that we better strap our asses down as securely as possible. The Elite were always going to win this though no doubt at all.

AEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP JON MOXLEY THE DEATH RIDER vs CM PUNK AND HIS SORE FOOT

Bro, don’t even question it, Jon Moxley is going to fucking KILL CM Punk yet again, you love to see it! So sayeth The Druid, and so shall it be! And there ain’t fucking NOTHING you can do about it!! Jon Moxley IS PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING.

#personal #aew #aew all out #all out 2022

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honeykaes · 2 years

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𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐀𝐔: 𝐕𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐈

tw. mention of drugs (weed), mention of alcohol

minors do not interact

𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞: I hope you are enjoying your stay here. It took a few years before it could be properly built but I am proud of that palace now staying in its place. New things must grow if one does not want to stay in the same routine over and over agan.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞: Oh this? I have this stocked at Angel Share specifically when I feel nostalgic. I used to share a glass with my old business partners. It’s a shame they couldn’t be here today.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬: Yes…Guizhong and Osial. Guizhong was my…previous wife. She was a very kind person before her death. She always complained that I worked too much. I’ve tried to change my life honoring those wishes to the best of my ability. …Osial? I prefer not to discuss him.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐈𝐈: I wanted the theme to reflect the pinnacle of wealth in the heavens. I tried incorporating aspects in multiple cultures such as my own and Western influences to try to achieve this. I wanted a person to walk into here and feel like the God of Wealth himself.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 (𝐘/𝐧): Ah yes, my dear (Y/n). Their presence is really soothing for me. They seem to always have a new perspective I’ve never thought of before. I want to learn more about them.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐈𝐈: The other men? I don’t mind them at all. I think of them moreso as their playthings to pass the time as I am in meetings or working on other things. I know in their heart I am the one they truly care about. Why focus on such trifling matters, hm?

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞: Ah…yes my dear friend. We did business with each other when I was working in Shanghai. He funded one of my projects and actually invested quite a bit to this establishment himself. He’s an interesting fellow though. I just hope he isn’t stressing (Y/n) out to much. I heard he has a bit of a…sadistic streak.

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜: I’m originally from Berlin where most of my bars are well known. Our European guests typically gawk whenever they discover that I’m here at all places. They usually tip better as well…Maybe because they know the truly high-quality service they are getting.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐈𝐈: An accent? No. My father was multilingual and taught me many languages at the same time. If you hear me speak German, I’m sure whatever ‘accent’ you clearly want to hear will be identifiable.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥’𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞: It can get quite wild as much as I detest it. I usually try to work the afternoon shifts. I enjoy the pianist that comes then. It’s a much better atmosphere. By 6, Charles usually takes over as it gets quite crowded. I assist when needed like during Spring Break and the holidays, otherwise, I am in meetings with Mr. Zhongli

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢: That bastard…I caught him one time trying to steal one of my bottles of wine. That brat things just because he’s famous he can do whatever he wants. It’s absolutely annoying. I would have banned him a long time ago but Mr. Zhongli insists he stays for some reason. If he’s there the bar becomes 10 times rowdier.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 (𝐘/𝐧): …Ah, so you know about them too. Yes, they’re a nice breath of fresh air dealing with all these drunken fools at Angel Share. ..Free drinks?! I don’t know what you’re talking about.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚: …Selfish. Manipulative. An asshole. That’s all I have to say about him.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐈: I know (Y/n) is going to get hurt because of him. All he does is see people as little toys for his amusement. Tsk, it’s disgusting. ..No I’m not jealous! I’m worried! You don’t know him like I do.

𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡-𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫!𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞: Ah! My favorite casino in the world! If I want a good time I know to head there. I invested about $1 million U.S. Dollars for this to come into fruition, and Mr. Zhongli wanted even more! Haha. Still, I’m very impressed with this place. You can always find something enjoyable to do.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢: Yes! Zhongli and I worked on several projects before. He went bankrupt during a particular issue with his old business partner. I suggested doing something new and threw out a casino for him to work on. I can’t believe he actually took it seriously!!

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞: Childe? Oh, that’s just a business name. You’ll have to get to know me if you want to know my real name. I actually work under a trader group called Fatui based in Moscow. We have dealings across the globe.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞: Scaramouche used to work at the Fatui, he was actually higher in position than me. It’s really odd that he’s here of all places, doing customer service? It’s such a joke! Haha. Still seeing him fake a smile and twitch dealing with annoying guests is quite funny. I can just pull up a seat with a drink and be entertained just from that.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜: I really don’t like that guy. The Fatui tried working with him after he inherited Angel Share, but he immediately refused and called us out. It was rude and unnecessary. He just seems so needy to (Y/n) too…Haha! I’m not making a scary face, what are you talking about?

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐈𝐈: Hmm, want to hear a rumor going around? It’s said that Diluc’s adoptive brother Kaeya inherited more from his father than Diluc did. Diluc only got a bar? Hehe, sad isn’t it! Even his father preferred Kaeya over him!!

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚: Frostwind? Aww, you like my stage name? I think it’s pretty nice. People used to tell me how cold my hands were. Now I use it to my advantage. Something is just so thrilling watching someone tremble because of you.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐈: Yes I grew up in Berlin with…the Ragnvindr’s but I was originally born in Mumbai. Dad—Crepus was a very admirable guy. He taught me what a family should truly look like. He was always working so hard for us. I genuinely miss him.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜: …That hypocrite. Spouts on about how we’re family, but gets mad at me when I’m treated as such. If I’m selfish, he should look in the mirror.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐢'𝐚𝐡: My strip club. Yes! Two floors, multiple popular dancers, amazing music, and drinks. Very proud of building her from the very ground up. To think I would be so popular as well, it’s quite flattering.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 (𝐘/𝐧): Absolutely adorable. Seeing them squirm in my hands from even the smallest gestures is very amusing. It’s such a shame others seem to fancy them so much. I wanted my plaything for myself…

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞: I wouldn’t be so trusting of him, my friend. He’s a lot shadier than he lets on. Best not to talk about it in the public though.

𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢: He comes around here quite a bit, but not recently. We used to be close when I first arrived in Las Vegas. Always getting me into trouble and stealing my weed. I simply just track how much that “DJ” owes me.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #kaeyatic casino harem au #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #kaeya x reader

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This Waiting Is Driving Me Wild

Alex Turner x reader

Summary: A buzzed haired Alex teases you all throughout an awards event; you reject him at first, and he makes you regret it later.

warnings: smut, light bondage, spit kink, edging

word count: 5.6k

-Requested from Wattpad

a/n: I have no damn clue if the kink shit is correct, so don't mind that, also I may change it later, so who knows

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You felt anticipation build up in the pit of your stomach whenever they announced the nominees for the best alternative album of 2018 category: Colors by Beck, Masseduction by St. Vincent, and Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by Arctic Monkeys.

You held your breath, every inch of your body hoping for Alex's band to win, then they called the winner.

"And the winner is ... Tranquility Base Hotel + Casino by the Arctic Monkeys," the presenter called, stopping in between words to read the winner of off the card. You and everybody else in the room clapped and as the band stood up, Alex gave you a kiss, then walked up to the stage with the rest of the band to accept the award.

He winked at you while he was walking up the stairs without anyone but you knowing, making you blush. He walked up to the stand and took the microphone from the lady, beginning to speak. "One, two. One, two, there we go. Well, I would first of all like to thank everyone who has supported us by listening to the album, buying it, and coming to our shows. I'm very glad that you all enjoyed it enough for us to win, and for that, I'd like to say thank you, this truly does mean a lot," he said, Matt and Nick chattering behind him.

Alex said thank you one last time before they walked off stage, walking back to the table, sitting down beside you. He placed a chaste kiss on your cheek, placing the award down on the table. They soon started to call the next award nominees, and most everyone paid attention to it, you included. Alex on the other hand was watching you and you saw out of the corner of your eye that he licked his lips, one of his hands coming up to your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to the hem of your dress, coming closer and closer to go under it.

You quickly grabbed his hand and pushed it away, leaning over to tell him something. "Alex, we can't, not here, not now. We're at an awards event, one where your album is nominated," you said sternly. He bit his lip and looked as if he was deep in though, which he normally was, always coming up with the perfect response to everything.

"But, baby, you look so sexy and I don't know how much longer I can wait to 'ave you," he said, whispering in your ear, rubbing your thigh again. You moved your hand over his to top him from moving up your thigh. You turned to pay more attention to the rest of the awards ceremony.

They called the next category and said the nominees' names, another host going up to the stage to announce the winner, everyone clapping their hands, you included, when they did. While the winner was giving a small speech, Alex leaned over and kissed your neck lightly, making you look back him and give him a glare as a warning to stop. He just smirked, knowing just how to get you riled up.

He leaned over, whispering another profanity in your ear. "Baby, you look so sexy in that dress. I can't wait to have you."

"Well, you have to wait," you replied, kissing his cheek, grabbing his hand to stop him from moving any further up your leg. You looked into his eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he didn't.

You tried to be patient, hoping that he would realize that you couldn't do anything with him at the moment, and maybe not at all tonight since you would get home late and be really tired - or at least that's what you thought.

The winner walked off stage and they started to announce the next category. Though as you watched and listened, Alex started back up again with his teasing, his hand now going up your dress, ignoring your previous warnings, finding its way to the hemline of your panties, toying with it.

"Alex," you warned, grabbing his wrist to stop him from going any further than he already was. "I told you, you have to wait until we get home."

"But, baby, this waiting is driving me wild, and I know that it's driving you wild too, can't tell me otherwise," he said, getting more confident at the end of the statement. You laughed. "No, it's not actually. Because, unlike you, I'm not horny twenty-four seven," you said, turning away.

"Don't lie to me, I know 'ow horny you get. Remember the 2014 BRITS?" he said nonchalantly, whispering in your ear. You lied and said you didn't, but you did.

"God, Alex, please just take me already," you moaned, his tip teasing your entrance. You'd begged all throughout the awards ceremony for him to take you to the bathroom and fuck you, and he finally gave in, escaping the after party, leaving and going home.

He was now teasing you, making sure that you were a whimpering mess for him. He cocked his head and pushed himself all the way inside you.

It was a very, very long night.

"Yes, you do. You're thinking about it now, aren't you?" he said, kissing your cheek. You rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him, pushing his hands away, dodging his kisses, tuning him out, insisting that you talk to Katie and Jamie instead.

You were able to make it through another thirty minutes of the ceremony, Alex taking a break from being a narcissistic, horny, teasing asshole. Though after the thirty minutes was gone, he started right back where he started. It didn't matter how many times you told him no, your warnings only fueled him even more, getting bolder and bolder each time.

He leaned over to you when no one was looking, everyone else far too focused on the stage. "Baby, when we get home, I'm going to fuck you up," he whispered, gripping your thigh tightly. Though his words weren't abnormal for him, they did take you by surprise. You looked at him, surprised by his boldness to do that in front of everyone.

"Alex," you said, giving him a warningly look. He just smirked, more than likely planning how he was going to get you to beg for him by the end of the night.

He of course continued this behavior the rest of the awards show, making sure to tease you, placing kisses to your neck when no one was looking, whispering dirty profanities in your ear, rubbing up your thigh, eventually going under your dress to play with them hemline of your underwear .... again.

The event had ended and you and Alex were now at the after party, even though you hated parties. You were talking to Kelly and Nick, the only thing that would keep you sane at the moment, and you were congratulating Nick on the awards that they had won tonight. "Congratulations, Nick. You all deserve the award so, so much," you said.

"Oh, it's really nothing, but thank you anyways," he said, waving it off. Him and Kelly walked over to Jamie and Katie to talk to them, leaving you alone. You decided to go and find Alex, haven't had seen him in the past thirty minutes, wondering where he was.

You looked around for at least ten minutes, asking anyone you knew where he was, most of them not knowing themselves. You finally found him talking with Miles, who would have thought. The two most amazing friends hanging out together, you should have known.

Alex's back was facing you, so Miles noticed you first. "Oh, hey, love," he said, making Alex turn around. "Hey, Mi. Do you mind if I steal Alex away from you for just a minute?" you said, holding Alex's arm. He shook his head no and got up, leaving you and Alex alone.

"Alex, can we leave?" you asked. He smirked, taking your request the wrong way, thinking that you wanted him now. "You finally came to your senses, I see," he smirked, grabbing you by the waist, kissing your neck while no one was looking. You pushed him away for what felt like the millionth time tonight.

"No, Alex, not like that. I mean that I'm tired and want to go home," you explained. But he of course wouldn't take that as an answer, thought that you were just begging him for him to take you. He kept saying that you weren't tired and just decided that you wanted him, saying that you both could go to the bathroom instead of going home and leaving.

You kept trying to convince him, kept trying to prove that you were tired and you even brought up the fact that you hated parties to try and convince him.

Finally, you convinced him, and he was ready to take you home. "Fine, just let me have a smoke and we'll leave," he said, couldn't believe that you didn't want him. You nodded and stayed seated while he went outside to smoke.

You waited patiently - twenty-two minutes went by and still no Alex. You decided to go and look for him, then head out to the car. You quickly said goodbye to everyone and walked outside, immediately seeing Alex. He was done with his smoke, seemingly waiting for you. "You ready to leave, darling?" he asked, smirking, still not believing that you wanted to go home because you were tired.

"Yes, I am, Al," you said, taking his hand, Alex leading you to the car, opening the door for you, walking around to the other side to get in, starting the car. And finally, after three long hours of his teasing, it was time to leave and go home, and just like before, Alex of course had to tease you to his fullest extent. "Can't believe that you didn't want me earlier," he said, his voice suggestive.

"I always want you, Al, but I'm tired. I'm ready for bed," you said. You were very tired, the amount of interviews Alex was in tonight, the waiting, killed you, the amount of times you had to push Alex's hand away and tell him no, and then the after party that you had practically begged for Alex to take you home. And Alex being, well, Alex, took your begs as requests for him to take you home and fuck you, and you had to convince him that it was because you were tired, which took a lot of convincing that wore you out.

You were glad when you and Alex finally got home, you were ready to go to bed, but Alex had other plans, immediately slamming you against the wall, kissing you deeply. If you were tired before, you surely weren't now, the heat of the kiss waking you up fully from your sleepy state.

He grabbed the underside of your thighs, signaling for you to jump and you did. Alex carried you down the hallway all the way into the bedroom, almost throwing you on the bed. He began to rid you of your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and underwear, kissing you everywhere he could. You tried to unbutton his shirt, but he quickly pushed your hands away, not allowing you to touch him.

Alex leaned down and captured you lips in a hard, passionate kiss, you hands going around his neck, scratching at the fuzz on the back of his neck. He bit you bottom lip, slipping his tongue past your lips, exploring you mouth. You could taste the wine and beer he'd had at the event, as well as the last cigarette he smoked right before you left the after party.

You felt him hard against your leg, his cock straining in his tight trousers. He pulled away from the steamy kiss unexpectedly, starting to crawl down your body, kissing down your neck, collarbone, breasts, stomach, stopping at your abdomen, just above where you needed him, the ache between your legs more prominent than it had been all night long.

He looked up at you, your eyes locking with his. "Alex, please," you begged, desperate for him now.

"Look who's begging for me to fuck you now," he smirked, the cocky tone in his voice obvious. You begged him some more with your eyes, eventually getting exactly what you wanted. He pulled down your underwear with his teeth, and you kicked them off into the floor. Alex nudged your thighs apart with one of his hands and started to kiss up your thighs, stopping when he reached your core, blowing on it, sending shivers up your body.

He waited a moment, and you were about to beg him again, but he quickly dipped his head down, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat, using his hands to hold your thighs as far apart they could go. And then his tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal.

He moved down to your dripping wet cunt, sticking his tongue inside of you, knowing how crazy it would drive you. You gripped the sheets, balling them up in your fists, needing to have something to hold on to, his hair not nearly long enough for you to do that.

Alex lifted his head up from your heat, wiping his face that was slick with your arousal. "Knew you wanted me. You're so wet, baby," he drawled, looking at the mess he had made of you in barely seven minutes.

He dipped his head back down to your heat again, his hands gripping your thighs tightly, holding them far apart. His tongue kept poking inside of you, and you writhed underneath him, the feeling too good, he was too good.

He moved his mouth back over to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, quickly replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, starting to pump them in and out of you slowly, setting a pace to your dismay. Though the pace wasn't nearly what you wanted, it drove you wild. He'd done this so many times, drove you wild so many times, that he knew exactly how to drive you mad, knew exactly how to make you feel so good.

You started to absent mindly grind your hips on his face, desperate to try and get his fingers to go faster in and out of you and to sink deeper inside of you. Alex chuckled against your skin, vibrations shooting up your body, and he took one of his hands and placed it on your hip to hold you down.

He quickly started to move his fingers faster, your orgasm getting closer and closer. "Alex, I-I'm so close," you said, voice trailing off into a moan as he had pressed down on your clit. He pressed down on your clit harder and with that, you shook, your orgasm washing over you.

You gripped the sheets tighter and wrapped your legs around Alex's head, his hand still on your hips. He kept moving his fingers, and you rode out your high. Alex sat up, removing his fingers from you and you whimpered at the loss of contact. He sat up, wiping his face that was, once again, slick with your arousal. You looked up at him, meeting eyes with him, seeing only lust in them. "How many do you think you can do?" Alex asked, removing his shirt, standing up to remove the rest of his clothes, leaving his bandanna neck scarf, which you didn't think much of at the moment, and you wasted no time before sitting up to help him out of his pants, stroking his cock when you removed his boxers.

He was painfully hard, precum forming on his tip that was a slight reddish purple color. He pushed you back down on the bed, sitting over your hips, straddling you. "I think that I can do th-three - oh," you said, moaning when he pushed your legs apart and pushed himself inside you, his head dropping down on your shoulder, biting down on it, sure to leave a mark.

He gave you very little time to fully adjust, starting to move once he regained some of his composure. He pulled almost all the way out of you before slamming back into you, gripping your hip with one hand, the other one holding himself above you.

Your hands ghosted over his toned chest, stopping at his broad shoulders, gripping onto them tightly, your nails digging into his skin. Alex started moving faster - much, much faster. Your eyes closed automatically, the way his cock stroked your walls felt too good, driving you mad. One of your hands moved up to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his freshly buzzed head.

Your moans got louder as he fucked you harder, faster, and more mercilessly, taking good care of you like he always did. Alex's hand that was on your hip moved to rub vigorously on your clit, thrusting in and out of you faster and faster. Alex delivered a very hard thrust, hitting the spongey spot that made you see stars, flicking your clit, sending you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled back into your head, your grip on his shoulders tightening, so much so that you were sure that you would leave a mark. You rode out your high, Alex's movements not even slowing, but going faster.

Moans fell from your mouth, getting louder and louder. You'd just come down from your second orgasm, you were tired and sore and wore out, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Alex's head dropped down on your shoulder, placing kisses to it, eventually settling on a spot and sucking harshly on it.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, your feet locking at the back, and you started to grind onto him to meet his movements, the pleasure becoming too much for you to handle. A knot started to build up in the pit of your stomach, your third orgasm approaching you faster than the previous two had.

"God, love, you feel so fucking good," Alex grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust, flicking your clit along with each thrust. And with that, you shook, your third orgasm washing over you, riding out the intense waves of pleasure. You felt pure euphoria and bliss. You held onto Alex tightly, your legs tightening as your cunt contracted around him, drawing him in, holding him close.

You came down from your orgasm, opening your tightly shut eye, Alex's movements stopping. You untangled your legs and unwrapped your arms from around him, and he pulled out of you, sitting up on his knees, gripping the base of his cock tightly. He was clearly struggling to hold on himself, the sight of you coming undone just enough for him, and the sight could've solely made him come undone.

"Turn around, doll. On all fours," he drawled, motioning for you to turn around. You looked at him, didn't know how much more you could take, thought that you both agreed on three. "A-Alex, I don't know how much more-" you tried to say, but he cut you off.

"You can take it, and you will take it," he said. You hesitantly sat up, turning around. You looked over your shoulder at Alex. He was lining himself up with your entrance; you felt his tip poking inside of you, making you whimper out. "A-Alex."

He smirked and pushed inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. His hand soothed down your back, finding its way to your shoulder and he gripped it tightly, starting to thrust almost immediately. You closed your eyes tightly, the feeling already starting to become too good.

You moaned loudly when Alex began to thrust into you hardly, moving his hand from your shoulder to your hair, gripping it. His pace increased gradually, each thrust getting faster and harder. "Yes, fuck, baby, you're so wet for me," Alex groaned, somehow increasing his pace.

"A-Alex ... fuck ... faster," you whimpered, feeling a knot form in the pit of your stomach, your orgasm approaching very, very quickly.

"Givin' orders now, are we?" Alex spat, slowing his pace before slamming back into you hardly.

"I-I'm sorry," you whimpered. Alex moved his hand that was on your hip to your clit, rubbing harshly on it, and his hand that was in your hair moved down to cup your throat, pulling you flat against his chest. Sweat pooled on Alex's chest and forehead. His hand that was on your neck moved around your body to grab your breast, fondling it.

You needed something to hold on to, so your grabbed his arm that was across your front, holding on tightly, your other hand moving to the back of his head, scratching at the fuzz on his nape.

Alex's thrusts got faster and harder, and he rubbed more vigorously on your clit. You were so close, could practically taste your orgasm approaching. Alex thrusted up into you and that was almost enough for you, just one more and you were gone. But before you could, Alex stopped his movements and pulled out of you.

You were confused, had thought that he needed his release just as much as you, so you slowly turned around to face him and you propped yourself up on your elbows. "Alex, w-why'd you stop?" you questioned. He was looking you up and down.

"You was getting way too grabby for me liking," he drawled, crawling back over you. He removed his bandanna from around his neck, grabbing your wrists, bringing them up to the headrest, tying your hands to it with his bandanna. "There, that's better, innit?" he said, sitting up and straddling your hips once again, looking at the sight of you in front of him.

He started to kiss down your body, biting and leaving marks wherever he could. Once he reached your abdomen, he moved down to your heat, placing wet, sloppy kisses to your heat once again. His tongue lapped at your folds, spreading around your arousal. His hands gripped your thighs and you pulled on your restraints, desperate to hold onto something as leverage.

Alex moved down to your entrance, sticking his tongue inside of you, beginning to fuck you with it. One of his hands moved to your abdomen to keep your hips down after you started to grind on his face again, and he started to rub on your clit with his thumb on that hand. He was making you feel so, so good, but then again, when didn't he make you feel amazing?

Your moans got louder as he rubbed on your clit and moved his tongue faster, gripping your thigh tightly with his other hand. Soon he removed his hands from you altogether and moved his tongue back to your folds, pressing down on your clit with it, instead using his fingers to fuck you, moving them in and out of you at an alarmingly fast rate. He never let you get used to a feeling for very long, alternating between pressing down on your clit and moving his fingers quickly to lapping at your folds and slowing his fingers.

As you kept tugging on your restraint, the headrest started to bang against the wall, the noise echoing through the room, filling it along with your moans and whimpers. You instinctively wrapped your legs around Alex's head, drawing him in closer. He chuckled against your skin, send vibrations up your body, tipping you over the edge.

You tugged harshly on your wrists, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You moaned loudly, tightening your legs around Alex's head, crying out his name over and over. "F-fuck, Alex, fuck," you whimpered.

You came down from your high, and you were so sure, positive even, that Alex had had enough and would give you a break, but no, he kept going, moving his fingers and lapping at your folds like nothing had happened. Because to him, nothing did happen, so he just kept on.

He moved his fingers faster, curling and twisting them deep inside of you, making you cry out his name. The feeling of his fingers stroking your walls just right, the feeling of his mouth covering you heat over and over made you feel an indescribable feeling of pleasure. You were absolutely positive that there was a mark on your wrists from Alex's bandanna and were sure that Alex had many various handprints decorating your body which would no doubt last at least a week, maybe even more.

Alex had begun to suck your clit into his mouth, occasionally pressing down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Alex looked up at you, and your eyes met and he saw just how amazing he was making you feel and he smirked against your skin, and you could feel him do it too. HIs grip on your abdomen had loosened up quite a bit and you started to grind onto his face again, trying get his fingers to sink deeper into you, to get some sort of friction since he ceased all movement of his fingers. Surprisingly, he didn't make you stop, he just let you move your hips freely. allowing you to make yourself feel good on his fingers. Though, in the back of your mind you knew that he wasn't stopping you for a reason, no doubt planning another way to make you come undone for him by his own means, his own rules, and by his own doing.

You were so close, nearly there, just needed to feel him curl his fingers inside of you, which he did while you were moving your hips, one more time. You were just about to let go whenever he stopped, pulling away from your heat, removing his fingers, making you whimper, and he sat up, leaving you barely on the edge, your orgasm so close, but so far away as it began to fade away.

"Wh-what? N-no, no, Alex," you said, your need to let go growing quickly by every passing second, the need to feel him inside you growing as well. "What, doll? What do you need?" Alex asked as he moved over you, his arms keeping him above you.

"I-I need you," you whimpered, Alex's promise of saying that he was going to 'fuck you up' coming true.

"'ow bad do you need me?" he drawled, slowly kissing up your neck, biting down on a spot. You whimpered. "I need you s-so bad, Alex." He chuckled, thinking of something for a moment, quickly giving telling what you needed to do. "You want me, then spit in me mouth," he said nonchalantly.

You were confused for a moment. You knew that he had a spitting kink, but he never showed any part of it in all the time that you two were together. You took a moment to think about it before you nodded and he opened his mouth and you spat in his mouth. You weren't proud of what you just did, but if it meant that Alex would fuck you, then you didn't care.

"Oh, and one more thing, baby ... you 'ave to promise me that you won't come until I say you can, okay?" Alex said. You nodded, how hard could that be?

He nodded in response before nudging your thighs apart with his hand and you sighed whenever he aligned himself up with your entrance, giving himself a few tugs before pushing inside you, bottoming out in two pushes. His head fell down on your shoulder, reveling in the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock, stretching to accommodate for his size.

Once he regained some sort of control, he pulled almost all the way out of you, slamming back inside you very quickly, starting to set a very, very fast pace. You pulled on your wrists again, hoping that maybe you'd loosened the knot that Alex had tied them in the bandanna with. You wanted your hands free of it, needed to touch him, to hold on to something, only if he would untie you.

His hands were firmly planted in the mattress beside your head, holding him up above you. You closed your eyes tightly, reveling in the way Alex's cock stroked your walls so good, but they quickly opened whenever Alex stopped moving. "Alex?" you asked, searching for his eyes.

"I want you to look at me the entire time, alright?" he said, and you quickly nodded, desperate for him to move again.

Alex started to move again, his eyes never once leaving your own. You tried your best to hold on, trying to fulfill his wish of you not to let go until he said so. But the feeling was getting to be too much for you, the knot forming in your stomach once again. The way he was stroking your oversensitive walls, thrusting into you hardly was enough for you, and you let go, eyes rolling into the back of your head, your walls contracting around Alex's cock, riding out your high.

Your moans filled the room and you came down from your high, opening your eyes. You were sure that Alex wouldn't give you anything else, wouldn't give you what you wanted having done the one thing he said not to do. You were panting heavily now, the feeling too overwhelming, too much for you to handle.

"Done?" he asked, raising his eyebrow at you.

"Yes," you managed to say, avoiding his eyes.

"Good," he said nonchalantly. Alex leaned down to kiss you, it wasn't a deep kiss, but instead it was a soft, slow, and passionate kiss, full of his love and adoration for you. He pulled away and pushed a piece of your hair out of your face, smiling down at you. "You think you can do one more, love?" he asked. You were tired and sore and worn out, having been pushed over the edge several times already and weren't fully sure if you could do one more, even though it was just one. But there was something about the way he asked you, the way he smiled, and you couldn't say no to him, especially with the way he was looking at you right now.

"Y-yeah, I can do one more," you choked out. Alex mumbled something incoherent before starting to move slowly. He knew how sensitive you were now and didn't want to do anything that might cause even the slightest bit of discomfort to you, but still making sure that you felt amazing.

The mood in the room had juristically changed. He was still dominant and had all the control, but he wasn't spitting out demands or teasing you anymore, just focused now on getting the two of you there, wanting you to feel good.

Though he didn't want to cause you discomfort, he did start to increase his pace, not by much, but going faster than before and one of his hands came down in between your bodies to rub light circles in sync with his thrusts on your clit, applying more pressure ever so slightly to it every now and then. He had just restarted his movements and you were already so close to the edge again. It took just one flick of your clit and Alex's cock nudging that spot inside you that had stayed unattended to before and that sent you spiraling.

Your walls contracted around his cock for the last time of the night, drawing him in, triggering his own release. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you felt his hot release coat your walls as he groaned, the both riding out you highs. You felt pure euphoria and bliss once again as you came down, Alex coming down from his high as well, head falling on your shoulder. He laid on top of you for a few minutes, regaining some of his strength before pulling out of you with a sigh, laying down beside you. You were panting heavily, pulling on your wrists once again. "Alex," you sighed.

He looked at you, saying your name, looking you up and down, starring at your restraints. "Oh, I'll untie you," he said, reaching up and untying your wrists, throwing his scarf on the ground, pulling you close to him even though you were both hot, sweat pooling on Alex's forehead and chest.

"C'mere, me love," he said, holding you tightly. Even though you had come down from your orgasm, you were still panting heavily, trying to breath. "Hey, hey, breath, me love, breath. I've got you," Alex said calmly, rubbing your hair comfortingly.

You both sat there for a minute so that you could catch your breath. once you did catch your breath, you laid your head on Alex's chest. "I love you, Al," you said, looking up at him.

"I love you, too, me love," he said kissing you lovingly. "Are you alright? Did I 'urt you?"

You shook your head. "You could never hurt me, Alex," you said. "But, now I'm really tired and want to sleep, so can we talk in the morning?"

"Yeah, love, we can. Goodnight," Alex responded, pulling the duvet over you two. You told him goodnight and soon fell asleep in his arms, him following not long after you.

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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MC is Half Demon and They’re- Oh Crap They’re Barbatos’ Kid!

This is the second part of that one request I answered for Dia and Barb’s possible kids. Sorry this took so long! Writer’s block, y’know? Anyhoo~ enjoy, everyone!

This story didn’t start on the first day of the exchange program, it started five days before in Barbatos’ room at three in the morning with the poor butler waking up in a cold sweat.

Oh dear, it appeared the exchange program would be up in a bit of a tizzy. He had… a child? Oh my… Barbatos hoped the young master wouldn’t be too miffed about the student not being a totally normal human.

On the day of the exchange program, Barbatos insisted he had to be present for the event, he carefully pushed a cushioned sofa in the drop zone before opening the portal. The child fell right out of the sky and landed perfectly on the couch, they were already wearing a helmet and looked quite shocked by the cushioned fall.

Well, it was a big shock to the assembled crowd, but the child gave everyone a lopsided smile and removed their helmet.

“So, I assume I’m here for the exchange program?”

Dadbatos

Well, this child was incredibly… what was the word the kids were using? chill? They were quite chill considering the situation, and was surprisingly prepared for the sudden drop into hell.

“Oh, I had a dream that this was going to happen, and I dream about the future n’stuff. I thought I’d come prepared.” “Ah, that’s very sensible.”

Diavolo recovered quickly from his shock and was positively delighted to meet this little munchkin. He insisted that they had to stay with their dad.

MC was polite, if not a bit overly calm about a lot of things. They didn’t run off to start trouble, and they didn’t seem very impressed by the Devildom itself. It was sort of like this child had a very low maximum level of excitement. Barbatos was glad his child wasn’t some little hellraiser.

He was never a child himself, so he’s a bit clueless about what children actually enjoy. Here child, have a… have an old torture weapon. Don’t use it on anyone who doesn’t deserve it :)

(I’m kidding, Barbatos is too responsible to give one of his instruments of torture to a child. That’s for when they’re older.)

“MC,” Barbatos knocked on his child’s door. “Have you done your homework?”

MC answered the door with a grin on their face. “Yep, done this week’s and next week’s. I’m getting a head start on the potions project due next week.”

Barbatos almost breathed a small sigh of relief. Thank the stars his child was responsible, it already took a big chunk of his energy to make sure Diavolo didn’t get distracted from his paperwork. Though, his stress levels did rise a tad when he got a glimpse at the mess in MC’s room.

“Are you going to clean that?”

“Nah,” MC shrugged. “It’s whatever. I know where everything is and nothing’s a fall risk. See you at dinner, father.”

And with that, MC shut the door. Well… no child was perfect.

As much as MC’s lack of cleanliness bothers Barbatos, he knows his kid isn’t being maliciously lazy, just for the love of the Demon King please stop leaving cups on the coffee tables without a coaster!

Oh yeah, Luke has a big sib. Sorry- little sib, because Luke isn’t some chihuahua child, he’s a totally mature grown-up Angel.

Barbatos is the type of father who will let his child go off and have whatever kind of fun they want as long as they don’t slack on their important duties.

Barbs also has a goddamn torture dungeon so we here at Stupid Headcanons inc. do NOT recommend trying to eat MC. Doing so may result in you wishing you were dead.

Don’t fuck with the butler.

Lucifer

…out of literally everyone in the room, the last person Lucifer expected to have a secret scandal baby… had a scandal baby. Damn.

At least the human wouldn’t have to live with him and his brothers. The last thing Lucifer wanted was for Barbatos to be even more aware of the chaos that went down in that house every single day.

MC and Lucifer have a healthy level of respect for one another, but Lucifer just can’t shake the feeling that this kid is messing with him somehow.

Just, little things… MC offering him fruit and loudly assuring him that it was just blackberries and nothing poisonous, asking if the RAD uniform suits his tastes, proclaiming that the dirt was high quality-

SOMEONE TOLD MC ABOUT LUCIFER’S FIRST VISIT TO THE DEVILDOM!

MC wasn’t exactly visibly goading him, they said everything with an innocent smile on their face.

When MC starts getting nosy with the attic, he’s not terribly sure how to deal with it. He was going up against a child that could at least partially tell the future. After the first time Lucifer told them to scram, they never went back to the steps… at least not when Lucifer was there to guard it…

After everything goes down, Lucifer is glad that MC wasn’t hurt or anything. He’d come to like the child and it’d be awful to lose the only person who could get his more hyperactive brothers to calm down.

Mammon

Mammon wasn’t present for the meeting, but when he was informed later, the news was met with an eloquent: “the fuck? Huh, wild.”

He isn’t too interested in MC at first. At least until the little runt saved him from getting busted for skipping class. Mammon was just eating his lunch in the courtyard when MC passed by and calmly told him that if he skipped class he should not hang out in the west staircase because Lucifer was going to walk down those steps during third period.

At first Mammon tried to brush off the warning, but ended up listening to the kid anyway, and what do ya know! He didn’t get caught by Lucifer!

That’s when it clicked that MC could see the future, right? Right?! Ya know what Mammon could use that for?! Right?!

Gambling! Scams! Schemes! General shennaniganery!

MC wasn’t terribly enthused about the entire situation, so they may have messed with Mammon a little. Just a bit.

It’s not like Mammon ever listened when MC told him to cut his losses and leave the casino anyway 🙄

Leviathan

First reaction? Thank the anime gods that there wouldn’t be another normie living in the house with him…

Reaction upon hearing that the MC was Barb’s kid? Really? Barbatos? Wow… well, to be fair Levi totally understood why someone would be attracted to Barbatos, I mean, Levi’s watched plenty of anime involving butlers, but Barbatos actually having a living breathing child? Damn.

But still, Levi wasn’t going to hang out with some normie brat. He had better and nerdier things to devote his time to.

Whenever MC visited, Levi was up in his room. But once MC decided to poke their head in the door while Levi was in the middle of gamer raging.

They calmly sat Levi down and explained to him that he could be upset about whatever happened in his game, but lashing out wasn’t going to fix anything or make him better at the actual game.

…damn it… they were right.

Slowly but surely Levi and MC built up a friendship, and the brothers rejoiced at the lack of rage related Lotan summons.

Satan

Out of everything Satan could have possibly expected from the second exchange student, this was not one of them.

Satan began to wonder exactly how MC’s powers worked, he didn’t exactly have any concrete data to compare them to because Barbatos was so mysterious

Hm, how very interesting. Satan decided that it was up to him to satiate his own curiosity and began to study MC. To be honest, MC wasn’t being terribly interesting.

They were a pretty normal kid all things considered. MC went to class, made friends, did their work, very very normal. Well, except for the fact that they seemed to dodge practically every unfortunate thing that could have happened to them.

They’d stop at the perfect time to avoid something accidentally being spilled on them, they always had pencils ready, and they always seemed to know exactly when a teacher was coming… mad sus.

Satan eventually confronted MC about this, and they just shrugged and explained that they tend to dream about what was most likely to happen the next day and would adjust their actions accordingly.

It may have been anticlimactic, but MC did inform Satan that there would be a cat in the courtyard in fifteen minutes.

HE NEEDED TO GO!

Asmodeus

Asmo had genuinely been looking forward to the new exchange program, he was excited to have a new face around the house to shake things up! He loves his dear brothers but spending thousands of years with them makes their shenanigans become a bit… well, a bit boring.

But my oh my, the new face was being obscured by that tacky bicycle helmet… the new face looked an awful lot like Barbatos…

Once Asmo registered what was going on, he was positively enchanted with the little half human. They were just so cute! They looked like a baby Barbatos with those adorably chubby cheeks!

Oh Barbatos~ he just had to let Asmo babysit!

When Asmo managed to sweep MC away for a fun day with shifty uncle Solomon, he was reminded of all the shenanigans that he, Barbatos, and Solomon used to get up to.

*sigh, Barbie was always so busy… no time for a fun night of torture, chaos, and revelry

Anyhoodles~ MC was always such a relaxed little thing. They let Asmo vent whenever any awful tragedies occur, like when Asmo finds a sweater that isn’t in his size… *sniffle*

Beelzebub

A child of Barbatos? The best cook in the three realms Barbatos?! …hey kid want to hang out with cool uncle Beel?

Beel tried everything in his power to get MC to make him food. I mean, the genetic disposition for making good food has to have been passed down from father to child!

When MC finally made Beel food, he was ecstatic!

…Until the food touched Beel’s tongue and he realized it wasn’t good, it was just… okay. Average. Passable.

Aw man… but the kid looked so excited to have made something for Beel…

Beel really hammed up his reaction to make MC feel better. Beel was like “Wow. So good. Amazing.” “Thanks Beel.”

Very sweet child, they don’t mind being used in place as a dumbell.

Belphegor

Damn, and here Belphie was, thinking Barbatos has standards. Apparently not!

When MC went and walked up the attic steps, Belphie was almost bouncing on his toes in anticipation. This human had been a pain in the rear to call up, so he was excited to finally get a good look at them. And lo and behold, a half demon child of Lord Diavolo’s butler.

MC grinned and greeted Belphie first, using his name and asking why the Avatar of Sloth was stuck up in the attic of his own home when he was supposed to be in the human world. Belphie was flabbergasted and didn’t exactly know how to respond.

He came up with a new plan quickly. Belphie didn’t exactly know how this kid’s powers worked, so he’d continue with trying to trick them into opening the attic door. Allowing Belphie to end their miserable little life and thus ruining the exchange program.

The child continued to visit Belphie up in the attic, relaying the events of what was going on, and Belphie continued to play the part of prisoner. Until one day in particular…

MC appeared in front of the door, looking a tad more unkempt than normal, they weren’t smiling their usual carefree smile either. Their eyes bore holes into Belphegor’s skull as they flared at him.

“How long have you been planning on killing me?”

MC had seen the future where they died at Belphie’s hand, and they sure as hell were not going to let him out of the attic after that. Though, they did tell Belphie about Lilith’s true fate before they left, and assured Belphie they had no reason to lie to him about something he wasn’t directly involved in.

So, Belphie did get let out of the attic eventually, and even though MC smiled and welcomed him back all the same, there would always a barrier between the two. Broken trust wasn’t easy to mend, after all.

#I just like to think that the kid just carries weapons with them in their bag #But they never use the weapons for what they’re SUPPOSED to be used for #Like- MC: Oh yea this is meant for pulling out teeth but it’s big and heavy enough that I can just clobber someone with it #obey me #obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #Obey me Headcanons #Obey me! Headcanons #Obey me Barbatos #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #Obey me Leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor

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redrobbingabank · 3 years

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The Kids are Not Alright

Tommy was in his house when the sirens started. He’d been visiting Shroud. It was a good day. Now, cold, indescribable terror is flooding through him as he sits on the floor, head pressed between his knees. Rocking back and forth, Tommy drags in breath after breath and never registers the oxygen.

Dream escaped. Dream escaped. Holy fucking shit, Dream escaped.

Sam had promised. He’d promised that wouldn’t happen. Pandora’s Vault was the most secure place on the server, the only place Dream couldn’t get out of. He’d been so sure of it that he’d been willing to let Tommy rot inside to protect its integrity.

He should have known it wasn’t true.

He needed to get up. He couldn’t get up. He needed to run. He could hardly breathe. He had to get Tubbo and Ranboo out. He didn’t know where they were. The sirens were still screaming, screaming, screaming.

There were tears on his cheeks. “No, no no no no no no no,” Tommy murmured, finally bringing himself to look up at Shroud. The spider was unaffected, watching him from the ceiling. He focused on Shroud, and slowly, slowly, his breathing evened.

He had to get Tubbo. Dream was probably looking for him oh god Dream was probably already looking for him breathe breathe breathe, he had to get Tubbo and Ranboo and Wilbur thought Dream was good run far, far away.

He shoved himself to his feet, turned on his heel, and ran at full tilt for the tunnel to Snowchester. They had to get away this time. They had to. He couldn’t survive it again.

Las Nevadas was quiet, for a casino town. Tubbo served plenty of burgers, for sure, but today it was empty except for the inhabitants, eating lunch alone despite knowing each other for months. It looked a bit stupid to him, everyone sitting alone at a table with nothing to occupy them but their food, silence reigning.

The exception was Fundy. He sat at the bar, holding a drink Tubbo wasn’t entirely sure he was old enough to serve and ignoring his burger.

“So you’ve been here for like… what, three weeks?” he asked Tubbo. There were massive bags under his eyes. Tubbo didn’t think he’d ever seen his old colleague look so bad. Well, he guessed they were colleagues again.

“Yeah.” Tubbo shrugged and stole a fry. Quackity wasn’t there to yell at him. “You?”

“Few months.” Fundy sounded like he had to drag every word out of his mouth, slumping to prop his head up with a hand. “I don’t even know how he found me. I was living pretty far away.”

Tubbo nodded silently. He glanced over at the table in the corner, where Purpled was definitely eavesdropping. He was too tense, his head turned a little too far to be normal for someone minding their own business.

The doors slammed open so hard the glass cracked. Tubbo whipped around, half expecting DreamXD himself to enter, but it was only Quackity.

Maybe not only. Tubbo’s friend’s face was wild, a maniacal smile fixed on his mouth that reminded Tubbo of that day on the mountain with Dream. He took half a step back. Fundy, who’d flinched at the noise, was eyeing the counter like he had half a mind to jump over it to hide.

“Everyone’s in here, right?” Quackity looked around, doing a quick headcount. “Great.” A scarily gleeful laugh bubbled up. “Team meeting, everyone! Gather round, everyone!”

Fundy, Foolish, and Slime all complied pretty quickly, with varying degrees of bounciness. Purpled and Tubbo took a few moments longer, giving Quackity wary glances before slowly moving towards the center table. Tubbo pulled off his apron and left it on the counter. His hand itched to hold his sword.

Hair had come out of Quackity’s beanie, now resting only halfway on his head. He ran a hand through it, looking around at them all. “So, I don’t know if you’ve noticed––” His voice rang out, echoing off the diner’s walls “––But Dream’s escaped.”

He kept talking, but Tubbo didn’t hear, frozen and listening. His ears were always ringing, ever since the festival. It was an ever-present reminder of the explosions. But as he focused, letting himself hear all of it, the sounds separated.

There was the ringing that was always there, electric and loud. Then there was the quieter, more distant, more urgent ring of the Vault’s sirens.

Ranboo. Tommy. Michael. Snowchester.

Quackity must have been too absorbed in his rant, because he didn’t stop Tubbo as he walked, trancelike, out of the diner. The sun hit him hard. He blinked in the direction of the burger van. Empty. Ranboo usually visited Michael around this time. Snowchester it was, then.

It wasn’t hard to leave Las Nevadas behind. Tubbo had never gotten anything from it past a paycheck. It felt empty, a cooperation where L’Manberg had been a family.

His family wasn’t here. Tubbo needed to make sure they were safe

There was dust on Ranboo’s armor. It was always like that after a mining trip. He’d have to clean it soon, but at the moment he was too tired, and it was time to visit Michael.

The snow in the Arctic Commune reflected sunlight directly into his eyes as he stepped outside, but Ranboo was used to it. He was not used to the people who greeted him. Techno and Phil stood on the bridge between their houses. Techno and Phil. It had been months since Techno left, and the worry that had been accumulating broke away like a chunk of ice. Ranboo dropped the grass block he’d been messing with.

“Techno!” he called, running through the snow to reach them. His legs sank down to the shins in the drifts.

Techno turned around at the decidedly clumsy approach. He looked like he hadn’t seen the sun in weeks, but when he saw Ranboo, he grinned. “Hello,” he called back.

Ranboo dashed up the steps and stopped in front of him. “Where were you, man?” he asked, slightly out of breath.

Phil and Techno exchanged a look. “I’ve been gathering intel,” Techno said finally. “I’m gonna tell everyone about it, but we need to get Niki here so everyone can hear.”

“Oh. Alright.” Ranboo started to move back in the direction of the portal. “I’ve got some stuff I need to take care of in the SMP, so, uh…” he glanced at Phil, who knew where he was really going, and finger-gunned in the portal’s direction. “I’m gonna head out.”

“Cool. Oh, wait, Ranboo!” Techno said quickly.

“Yeah.”

“Just, uh. You’ve got problems with Dream, right?”

Instantly, Ranboo’s skin started crawling. He dragged his thoughts away from the panic room, from Mellohi, from the voice that wasn’t Dream, and the visit Sam said he made. He nodded slightly. “Yeah?”

“Right. Uh, I’m gonna need you to trust me here, dude. When you get to the SMP, someone might tell you Dream’s out of the prison.” Phil looked sharply at him. Ranboo stopped breathing, and Techno held up his hands quickly. “Woah, woah, calm down, it’s fine. He’s not actually out. They just think he is, I promise. I saw him in there myself, okay?”

Did the world feel like it was collapsing in on itself? Yes. But did Ranboo trust Techno to tell him the truth? Yes.

Ranboo backed down the stairs and picked up a grass block from beneath the snow. He held it close to his chest. “You promise?”

“Cross my heart and hope to die, Ranboo.” Techno looked him dead in the eye. “Dream is still in the prison.”

“Then I trust you.” Ranboo turned towards Snowchester. “I really have to go now, though.” He had to find Tubbo and Tommy and make sure they were safe. He had to tell them it wasn’t real. “See you.”

Nerves battled with determination as Ranboo started the trek through the snow, then decided it would take too long and pulled out his ender pearls. Techno would explain, but until then, he’d probably stay away from the prison. He didn’t know what the sirens would do if he heard them.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 3 years

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TOH Coven Headcanons

Plant: Plant witches are much like they’re chosen discipline, patient, sturdy, when knocked back down they come back up again season after season.

Just like plants, they have a variety of jobs as herbalists in tandem with the Healing Coven, chefs with the Potion Coven, and coming up with natural weapons and defenses in the jungle of the Boiling Isle. Plus contributing knowledge of the fauna and new discoveries.

They are one of the foremost experts of poisons, love perfumes, etc. and so there is a black market for their expertise as well as a black market for rare and exotic plants though there are societies that are working to keep those plants for science and research.

Illusions: Illusionists are very sociable, like to be in front of a crowd, many are entertainers or work with special effects and such on crystal ball with the Bard Coven. Some have joined companies in making virtual reality games. They also make the best parties/clubs that are like a masquerade/moulin rogue/funhouse/great Gatsby combo.

Though they do gripe about being looked down on as all style and no substance, they do tend to lean to being overly concerned with the appearance/aesthetic of something and forget about the function

Make great con people, what with the whole deception. Big fan of false fronts, and distracting with the right hand while using the left.

There are some forbidden spells like ones that are pre-cursor to the Grom monster and hallucinatory/insanity spells available on the black market. Belos has a supply of his own illusionists to use these in the conformatorium on any dissidents so when he releases them, their accusations against Belos’ civilized orders will be dismissed as crazy talk.

Bard: Bard are the creative backbone working with the Construction and Illusion Covens in filling galleries with art, clothes, and entertainment. And as Raine demonstrated, they bring protest art.

Bards are talented, creative, ambitious, introverted (some), outgoing (some), mad geniuses (debatable), and sometimes all in their heads. But most of all dedicated to whatever craft they choose.

Since they are sometimes just dismissed as artists, they can sneak in anti Belos themes, and motifs into their work and make witches think about the regime they are living in. However, Belos also employs his own bards to spread pro Coven and pro Belos propaganda.

Bards not only can bewitch the audience with their music, but in battle, can disorient them, and deafen them (much as Raine did) and as a classic, cause uncontrollable dancing.

Beast keeper: Beast keeping witches are compassionate, fierce, empathetic, and at times, feral, when some of them get tired of the oppressed society they live in and retreat with their animals in the wild without human interaction for miles.

Just like the plant Coven, beast-keepers scour the Boiling Isle to study and collect knowledge of beasts in their natural habitats as well as bring them back to tame.

Not only do the beast keepers make pet shops and zoos, they also work on the Boiling Isle as defense against rogue beasts that sometimes venture from the wild into towns.

It goes without saying that there is a mythical animal black market among the upper classes that a dedicated group against beast abuse is trying to curb.

Beast keepers also help train palismen and as conservationists since the increasing population build new houses verging on animal habitats.

Healing: Healers tend to be homebodies, they’re compassionate to their patients but also no nonsense when they need to be in order to keep their infirmaries in line.

Though it goes without saying they’re are some that develop a god complex when there is the fate of witch’s life in their hands. And shadier ones will sometimes only help if their exorbitant fees are paid.

Not only do they run the hospitals, heal broken bones and such, but they also work as “mind healers” for trauma, PTSD and other mental illnesses in need of therapy.

The healer Coven also works with the Beastkeeping and Abomination Coven in creating aids for those with disabilities.

Potion: Potion witches are inventive, curious, quick to grasp complex formulas, have a mind for memorization and tend to be multi taskers.

Potions is one of the most diverse and most censored with guidelines to prevent performance enhancement and/or would infringe on someone else’s rights (illegal potions like love/mind control/death/increase energy/increase strength/etc.) Though the enforcement of those guidelines can be waived away with a well placed bribe.

Potions also tend to be a risky business since one needs wealthy backers to fund your experiments in new potions and you need willing participants for your potions or else one can drink them all themselves and hope the results aren’t fatal.

Potions work within almost every Coven from dyes/paint for Construction Coven, medicine for beastkeeping and healing, growth for plants and more.

Oracle: Oracles have a slight tendency to be control freaks, what with their ability to see the future and thus have expectation for how things should go. However, they also can be objective and open minded as they are more aware that the future is open to interpretation and change.

Their balls cannot only see the future but they can scry and see a witch’s current whereabouts and see bits into the past.

It goes without saying, master oracles can summon tremendous power to see the whole past coming from a witch’s possession. Or help control someone’s future but these spells are advance and require great amounts of energy and access to ancient texts.

With their abilities to see past, present and future, they make great stock estimates, judges, historians and have a booming business for the superstitious and overly cautious that want good luck charms to prevent dire fates.

They are also the owners of most of the casinos, cage match betting rings and lotteries.

Construction: Construction witches are disciplined, loyal, hard working, creative and not afraid of hard labor. They can work as house builders and sculptors/jewelry makers to erecting forts, defenses and participating in grudgy games and cage fights.

As Dana said they are sculptors and artists themselves so they can be seen working in tandem with the Bard Coven.

But with their ability to traverse difficult terrain and manipulate it, make them excellent adventurers and artifact finders. In fact, they and the Plant Coven often hold camps to teach witches how survive in the wild.

Construction also makes up a good bunch of Belos’ toughest guards alongside Abomination.

Abomination: Abomination witches are witches with iron wills who stand their ground as they bend and mold their creatures to obey their every whim. Like Darius and Alador, they are creative in thinking of new ideas to bring more potential out of their servants

It is one of the most profitable covens with plenty of opportunities as it acts as the industrial backbone of the Boiling Isle, providing countless servants, disability aids and weapons for battle.

Abominations take a great amount of energy from the witch as not only do they have to bring out this goo out of thin air at times, Abominations are slow and unable to think for themselves so the witch has to do both for it, and use more energy to make it bigger and do more complex orders.

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