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Best Man Pt.2

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Jazz watched, bemused, as Danny bounced around the work room. He went from one project of an improved Specter Speeder to a project he and Sam were working on with the mutated fauna in Amity to his newest.

She didn’t know what to think about Damian, but she was thankful the Council would like him. He was obviously raised entirely around aristocratic figures but possibly separated. His wording choice suggested the former and odd accent suggested the latter. She’s always been worried about Danny’s open heart, even more so when she saw his reaction to just seeing Damian.

Thankfully, Damian seemed just as smitten as Danny was. She didn’t necessarily believe in love at first sight, but she understood an alphas immediate attraction to an omega who fit all their preferences and an omegas immediate attraction to the same. Though it is odd how they both fit each other’s preferences.

She would ignore it for Danny. He’s been so excited and happy since their meeting, and even though it’s only been two days he’d already started making the wedding rings. Dad was over the moon when he asked for the blueprints and chemical makeup. Apparently he wasn’t going to make the actual ring part until he knew what Damian would like.

Those thoughts reassured her over-protective mind. She’d thought the attraction was either an aphrodisiac or plain old mind control, but Damian’s reaction to Danny told her that wasn’t the case. She’d been able to overhear a portion of their conversation, and it soothed her to hear Damian getting more and more flustered.

Her protectiveness flared up when she walked in on the kissing, but Danny’s face of absolute horror washed it away. As the best big sister she was she ignored how he now smelled of brown sugar and spice, coffee and caramel. She would only make fun of him for the rest of his existence. Like the best big sister she was.

“Jazz! C’mer, I got it to work!” Danny excitedly waved her over, bobbing in the air. She marked her page and went to the work table. It had a microscope, scale, Bunsen burner, dozens of glass beakers in racks, pipets, magnets and a friability tester. In the middle of everything was a Petri dish with a single green geode.

They were calling it Ectolite, and it seemed to be the Infinite Realms version of fossil fuels. It was created from decaying Blob ghosts or fading emotional remnants. Naturally, anyways. It took a very long time for ghosts to fade and Blobs were no exception.

Artificially they were much easier to make. She thinks. It only took Danny two days after all. “What cut are you going to make it?” She asked as she put on gloves. They didn’t want to contaminate the love it would emit with her own feelings. The love it was supposed to emit if Dannys theory was correct. “I don’t know. The other gem changes shape and texture, but I didn’t check to see if the bottom changes too.”

Danny used a pair of tweezers to pull the shape of the geode into a triangle, then a square, and then a circle. He worried his bottom lip. “I want it to keep this free flowing quality, but I don’t know if actually cutting it will change it. But if it can be manipulated like this,” he stretched it until it looked like a teardrop with a thin tip, “then touching it could ruin the shape I put it in.”

Danny moved aside and let her inspect it more closely. Each side of the geode seemed to be a different texture, one side looking like an earth geode, one looking like bismuth, one appearing to be sea foam, and one seemed to look like a meat hammer. “Have you talked to dad?” She moved the dish to the microscope as Danny groaned.

“I would–and honestly I really wanted to make it with him, but–well, it’s mom again.” She hummed. The geodes cells seemed to be shaped in an infinity symbol, and when she pulled them with the tweezers the cells seemed to go through cellular division to fill the new space, and reabsorb when she moved it back.

“Still angry?” “Worse.” Danny sighed, and she glanced to see him lounge into the air. “She overheard me tell dad about Damian and now she’s pissed that she not only has a half ghost son, but a liminal son-in-law. She’s convinced I’m overshadowing him.”

Talking about mom was always difficult after the reveal. Dad had taken it surprisingly well, explaining that he loved Danny more than he hated ghosts. He even went as far as to say he’d make an effort to learn about ghosts from actual ghosts. Mom on the other hand… “It’s not your fault,” she leaned up from the microscope and took his hand. “Moms always been more eccentric than dad, and we both know she lost it a few years ago with the Pandora situation.”

“We can’t force her to change, and we can’t change ourselves for her. It’s not fair for her or us. The only thing we can do now is try to move on.” Danny sighed and squeezed her hand. “I know, it’s just—I don’t know why, but I blame myself.” “It’s not your fault.” She said again, firmer this time. “It’s not your fault you got hurt, it’s not your fault you hid Phantom, and it’s not your fault she reacted like that. You did the best you could in your situation.”

She was so proud of him. He’d saved the town, the universe and multiverse, he was rebuilding the Infinite Realms and now he was courting someone. It hurt her heart in the best way. He was growing up so fast, and it made her so happy.

“Hey,” she pulled him down until he was back on the ground, “how about you take a break? You can go and see Damian, maybe meet his family, take him on the first date and talk more about the wedding. You can ask him about the ring.” Danny lit up.

“Yeah! That sounds great! Do you wanna come? I think you’ll really like him.” She smiled and shook her head. “I have an appointment with a few ghosts about setting up my firm. Besides, I think I’ll give it a bit more time for our last meeting to wear off.” He blushed and she couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. He laughed and batted her hand away.

“Alright, but you’ll meet him next time, right?” She smiled. “Promise. Now go see your omega.” Danny’s grin was wide enough to show all his sharp teeth. Teeth that were similar to hers. She pulled him into a hug and kissed his head. He squeezed her as if he was scared he would break her.

Jazz watched as he bobbed out of the room, and once he was gone let herself deflate. She pulled out her phone and saw all the texts from her mom. There were at least eighty and they just kept coming. Telling her to call her, to be reasonable, to convince ‘the ghost to let that poor omega go’. Six more came in rapid succession.

Jazz knew she could just block her and get a new phone. It’s what Danny did. But for some reason she just couldn’t. Well, she might know the reason. It was all simple guilting and manipulation, her mom pretending she was the good guy and it was really Danny who was the problem. She was being manipulated subconsciously, and every text she read only made her feel more sorry for her mom.

Her finger hovered over the ‘block’ button. She really, really wanted to press it. But there was a little girl inside her, whispering ‘no! You’ll never see momma again! I miss momma so much, don’t you?’ She sighed, made sure the notifications for that number were off, and picked up her book as she walked out. She had ghosts to help move on.

Danny fixed his shirt again. And then he adjusted his pants, which messed with his shirt. Should he wear his cape? He really liked his cape, but would it be too much? Oh! He had a space blazer that Nocturne got him! He could wear that with a—well, would a button up with the blazer be too formal? He should choose a different shirt. And black or white? Black, black was good. He ran his hand through his hair in the mirror before taking a breath and choosing the turtle neck.

He pulled his hair into a pony tail, fixed his belt, adjusted his blazer, the turtleneck, and then put on his shoes and grabbed his second courting gift. It was a circlet crown with a silver chain. The front had a small, teardrop gem and the sides had three larger ones inside flowers with dangling gems. He’d found it after he’d raided the treasury for anything he’d think Damian would like, and even imagining him in it was making Danny blush.

He wrapped it in green velvet cloth, then put it in a black box and wrapped it with a green ribbon, both of which he’d, uh, liberated from a jewelry store. He couldn’t ask his servants for one because they’d take that information to the break room, those gossips.

Wait. Where would he even meet Damian? At his house? He didn’t know where he lived. Well, he kind of did, but would him showing up unexpectedly be rude or creepy? He didn’t have a way to contact him. But he really, really wanted to see him. Should he just use the Ring of Rage? He’d use the Ring. “Ring of Rage, take me outside of Wayne Manor Dimension 45Q-X.” The Ring glowed bright and a red portal opened in front of him. When he stepped through he was in Gotham City.

Wayne Manor looked like every other manor he’d seen, just more Victorian Gothic with gargoyles and cobblestone walls. He fazed through the gate and took a deep breath. Walking up the steps felt similar to walking to fight Pariah Dark. He rang the doorbell, and adjusted his hair over his shoulder before the door opened.

The man who opened the door seemed to be a butler, rather old but like Damian–and everyone else in Gotham–smelled like death. He smiled, and hoped he wouldn’t be freaked out by his teeth. “Hello! My name is Daniel Phantom, but you could call Danny! Would you know if Damian is available, and if he is could I perhaps talk to him?” The man studied him for a second, then smiled and opened the door wider.

“Ah yes, King Phantom, an honor to meet you your highness. Damian has not stopped talking about you since your meeting. I am Alfred Pennyworth, the primary caretaker of Wayne Manor and it’s residents.” Danny stepped inside and held out his hand. “Please, Mr.Pennyworth, the honors all mine! Damian spoke about you quite highly. You don’t have to call me your highness or king or any of that royal decree.”

Alfred took his hand and shook it, and his smile made him feel a bit better. “Thank you, Master Daniel. If you will follow me, I believe Master Damian is currently in the dining room with his siblings and father.” Oh god, siblings and father? “Pardon me, Mr.Pennyworth,” his smile strained a little, “but—how many of Damian’s siblings are here?” Alfred seemed to notice his slight distress, and it made him smile a bit wider.

“Five of Master Damian’s siblings are present today, as well as close family friend Barbara Gordon, a rare occurrence you are lucky to see.” Oh. Ok. So, six of Gothams Greatest Detectives and The Batman are here. Oh god he hoped he didn’t do anything stupid. But knowing him he’d fall and break his nose the moment he walked in. He really had to stop thinking like this. He just—oh, for the love of Ancients, he was a king! He could handle meeting his future father, brother and sister-in-laws. He could do this! For Damian!

Alfred opened a door for him, and he said a small ‘thank you’ and tried not to wince under all the eyes now on him. It looked like a large dinning room with a long rectangular table filled with various foods. What time was it? Oh he hoped he didn’t interrupt breakfast. All the chairs were filled and they were staring at him with various emotions on his face.

But his eyes landed on Damian, and suddenly none of it mattered. Damian’s face lit up, and he launched himself out of his chair with a joyful shout of his name and into his arms. The force made him raise a few inches into the air, and he couldn’t help but laugh and pull Damian closer.

He still smelled like him. It was as if he’d added his scent into his own, and Danny wanted nothing more than to lean into his neck and leave a mark. But the voices in front of him reminded him there were others here, so he had to–literally–come back to earth and address the situation.

Jazz and Clockwork would be so proud of him.

When he lowered Damian had wrapped his arms around his neck and touched their heads together. “Oh Daniel,” he cooed, and his voice drove him a bit crazy, “What a wonderful surprise! I’ve missed you so.” He couldn’t help but laugh and nuzzle his nose, inhaling more of his scent. “It’s been but two days and I already have a piece of my soul dedicated to you. You’ve captured my mind in a state of worship that continues even in your absence.”

Damian’s face flushed and his smile grew and Danny wanted to kiss him. He held himself back. “Oh. My. God. Daniel!” Another voice said, and Damian pulled back and Danny moved to his side, wrapping and arm around his waist as Damian wrapped an arm around his as someone approached. The man in front of him had light brown skin and slightly long black hair and blue eyes.

He raced through his Gotham knowledge and held out his hand, smiling. “Richard Grayson! Though, you go by Dick, correct? Damian’s told me about you!” Richard’s, or Dick, smile widened and he shook his hand enthusiastically. “Dick, please. It’s nice to meet you, Daniel! Damian has told me so, so much about you.” Oh, that was good! From Damian’s blush and slightly embarrassed scent that was really good!

He let his smile become more relaxed, and Damian led him to a chair next to his that Alfred had somehow gotten in the short time they’d talked. “Thank you,” he said to the butler, pulled out Damian’s chair for him since Pandora would kill him otherwise, and sat when he did. Him sitting seemed to wake the rest of the table.

“So.” Bruce Wayne said, and Danny was reminded he was Batman. “I haven’t heard as much about you as Dick has. Tell me, who are you? You seemed to be a meta, correct?” That first part felt like it wasn’t really for him, but he wasn’t going to be intimidated–even though he definitely was. It also felt like bit of a lie since Alfred knew who he was, but he would answer honestly.

He straightened his shoulders, held his head high and looked Bruce in the eyes. All while trying to appear non-hostile. “My name is Daniel Phantom. I am the High King of The Infinite Realms, The Afterlife Dimension. I act as the King of the dead and underworlds as well as their gods. And, if you shall allow, I want nothing more than to make Damian my Queen.”

There was a pause and he couldn’t help but notice the uptick of caramel in Damian’s scent. He liked it. Dick looked very happy, and the others looked either confused, worried, or–in who he thought was Stephane Brown and Cassandra Cains case–absolutely overjoyed.

Bruce didn’t let anything show, but he glanced to Cassandra. She met his eyes and nodded enthusiastically, softly clapping her hands and giggling with Stephane. He hoped that was good. It felt good. Bruce didn’t seem to think it was good.

“King of the Afterlife?” Another asked, and he definite knew who he was. Jason Todd. “Does that mean your dead?” He could feel Bruce trying to burn a hole into his head. “I’m actually an odd case. I’m what ghosts call a Halfa, which means genetically I’m half ghost. It’s rather odd, so the simplest way I could explain it is that I act as the line between life and death, but I’m capable of moving it. Sometimes more dead, sometimes more alive, but always a bit of both.”

He hummed and leaned back, and Timothy Drake leaned forward. “How does that work? You said genetically, but how are you moving, ruling a kingdom if you always have one foot out the door?” Damian’s spice turned a little hot, but not in a good way the way it did when they were kissing. He rubbed his thumb in circles on his hips, and it lessened the scent.

“Let us not hound my future mate,” Damian scolded, and his face flushed. “Daniel, you must’ve came here for a reason, yes?” Damian leaned a little out of his chair, and Danny did too. “That I did!” He pulled the box out of his blazer and presented it to him, “I wanted to see if you’d like to go on our first romantic outing, as well as give you another gift. It will connect to the crown you choose, as well as your veil if you’d like to wear one.”

Someone choked, and he heard the girls and Dick ‘aww’ as Damian blushed. Caramel and brown sugar wrapped around in, and he let his own scent do the same. Together, they smelled like a cup of coffee in a thunderstorm, a warm hug in autumn, the kitchen during the holidays. Damian took the box and gently undid the ribbon, smoothly wrapping it around his wrist before opening the box. He gasped, and Danny remembered he didn’t check where the gems were from.

Under the normal light they looked very out of this world. They seemed to look like heat waves, or the lines you’d see on an old box TV. Damian tilted the back center gem back and forth, and the color changed, the middle of it seemed to split into an eye—oh. Oh! He knew what they were! Oh thank the ancients, this was the best mistake he could’ve made!

Damian leaned back quickly as the waves came off the gem in a smooth streak, similar to his tail when he flew. It circled his shoulders and then expanded, solidifying into a white cat with four tails. Its eyes were a vibrant purple, and it didn’t seem to have fur but its skin was sleek and metallic. Like an Egyptian cat but without the wrinkles. It meowed and made some clicking sounds, sniffing Damian’s cheek before relaxing on his shoulders. Its mouth was filled with sharp teeth and a black tongue.

Someone muttered ‘oh my god’ and the giggling and ‘aww’ing increased. All good things. Damian’s eyes were wide as he traced a finger along the cats back, and it liked it if it’s purring was anything to go by. “This is a cat from Dimension AB12-00! Because of this Dimensions number everything in it is usually numbered in some way. This cat was the fourth born in its litter, as you can tell from the tail. They like to hide in shiny things. I believe it’s siblings are in the other three gems, though they’ve been incredibly shy so I don’t truly know.”

That was a bit of a lie, he could sense them a little bit, but that just made everything better! Damian looked overjoyed, cooing over the cat as it crawled into his lap and sniffed around. “Oh, she’s beautiful, what is her name?” “You can choose. They do not have one.” He let her sniff his fingers, and chucked lightly as she affectionately bit them. “I found them in the treasury, and as far as I know they’ve been in there for about twenty thousand years. At this point they’re AB12-00’s version of a Saber Tooth Tiger.”

The other cats were coming out. The one in the left kept coming out then going back in, and the one in the front teardrop bounced out and onto Damian’s lap. This one had only one tail, and it meowed and pawed Damian’s chest for attention. He laughed and scratched it behind the ear. As he did he leaned forward, put his hand around Danny’s neck and pulled him forward to kiss him. Danny blinked for a moment before kissing back.

It was just as wonderful as last time. The whole world seemed to shrink until they were the only thing that existed, as if they’d become one. But he didn’t get to enjoy it like he wanted because someone loudly cleared their throat. Damian pulled away quickly, his scent embarrassed and his face bright red. It was cute. He glanced to the table and had to stop himself from shrinking.

That was definitely Batman glaring at him. He had this odd shadow over his face, and it actually looked like a mask. “Wow,” Tim teased, “didn’t know you knew how to do that!” They all laughed as Damian’s face became redder, and he couldn’t help but give him a kiss on the cheek. “I’m very glad you like it. I know you’ll be a wonderful owner for them.” Damian huffed, but his scent showed he was very happy.

The two cats seemed very tired, probably because they’d been in the gem for so long they weren’t used to this much movement. Damian was sad to see them go, so Danny proposed that they set up a schedule to get the cats used to being outside the gem. “Where would you like to go for our outing? You can choose any time, any place, and I will find it for you. I have access to it all.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Where would you like to go? I wish to learn more about your interests as you have for mine.” Oh that was sweet. He could take him anywhere in the multiverse he wanted, and Damian wanted to know more about him. He felt his face heat up, and took Damian’s hand. “Well, I love space! If you'd like, I could take you to my favorite planets in this dimension. There’s a planet a few galaxies away called Elma, and it’s inhabited completely by crystals!”

Danny rambled about Elma, detailing the crystal coral reefs and the glass islands and the crystallized sulfur and ozone in the atmosphere that protected the planet from invaders and painted the surface in sun catching rays. He waved his hands around and used ice to create the cris-cross pattern they froze in and the colored crystalline that made constellations that could only be seen on this planet.

“Ah! I apologize!” He said sheepishly, fiddling with his hair, “I did not mean to take over the conversation. But I could tell you more on Elma, if you’d like. I could take you to the Riverbend Festival!” Damian’s scent was so sweet and sugary, and he wanted to drown in it. “Do not apologize! You are so passionate, Daniel, the way your eyes shine as you detail the things you love is divine! I would love to see the festival! Is there anything I should wear for the weather, the activities and the like?”

They would be walking a lot, it would be chilly but not too cold, and something smooth he could give a crystallized texture to help them blend in since off-planet outsiders were basically impossible. Damian nodded, gave him a small kiss which almost made him explode, and stood and rushed off. On instinct Danny stood as well, and was left there with his future mates family.

“Damian, wait! Lemme help!” Stephane called, and her and Cassandra rushed off after him. Ok, that was two less interrogators. He must’ve looked a little nervous because Dick smiled and said, “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.” Danny laughed with him, and tried not to look at Bruce. “Your taking him off planet? Into another galaxy? What’s the point of that? You could take him anywhere on Earth.”

Dicks smile tightened, and Jason not-so-subtlety kicked Bruce. “I, for one, approve. I sorta want to threaten you, but I get the feeling that wouldn’t work on you.” Danny laughed. “Yes, I don’t tend to get actually scared anymore. One of my Council members is the personification of fear, and after looking him in the eye multiple times a day nothing fazes me.”

“And to answer Bruce’s questions, I want to show Damian the reaches his rule will go if he becomes my queen. Death goes far beyond this Dimension, and I pride myself on being able to at least slightly connect with every world and culture I come into contact with. I don’t mind if Damian does not wish to do that, but I want to see if he can. I believe he can.”

Bruce didn’t look any happier. If anything he seemed to be pouting now, and his scent was sour and unpleasant. Tim also had an odd sort of look on his face. “How do you plan to get onto Emla if you know nothing can enter the atmosphere?” Bruce raised up—“By teleportation. I can turn intangible as well.” — and sunk back into his chair. Jason snorted. “I’d like to get to know you more!” Barbara said suddenly. She’d been silent the whole time, watching him, and he’d honestly forgotten she was there.

“There’s going to be a Gala on the twenty-third, two weeks from today, to announce Jason and his mates child. Knowing how forward Damian is and how forward you seem to be, I’d assume by that time you’ll be sure that your going to become mates, correct?” Danny shook off his shock and nodded. “Yes, I’m already sure. But by that time we’ll have the wedding planned out, I’d hope.” Her smile grew. “Then would you like to come as Damian’s future mate? I think he’d love to flaunt you to everyone.”

“That I would.” At Damian’s voice he turned, and—

Wow.

Holy shit. Oh my ancients he’s so beautiful. He’s perfect. He’s never seen someone so stunning. Damian was wearing a dark green button up with black dress pants and shoes, with the circlet crown. It fit him perfectly. It was all tight and form fitting, and it seemed like his scent was a thousand times stronger and sweeter.

His mouth gaped like a fishes for a moment, and it made him realize Damian had come right up to him. He closed his mouth with a snap, reattached his tongue, and regained his senses. “I’ve never seen anyone or thing as mesmerizing as you.” He smoothly took Damian’s hand and kissed it. Damian’s face was a nice red, and he heard the girls giggling. Damian was wearing the ring. It made him purr louder.

Wait, purr? Oh FUCK he was purring. He quickly tried to stop but it didn’t work. It only made it stutter, and he cleared his throat. “Ah….Apologies.” He laughed awkwardly, and subtly tried to hit his chest. It didn’t work. Thankfully, for some reason, Damian looked as if he was in love. “I was unaware you could make sounds such as this,” Damian came closer, almost chest to chest, and tilted his head back to expose some of his neck.

“It’s attractive.” His braid short circuited. He swallowed, tracing the curve of Damian’s collarbone with his eyes. He imagined kissing along his shoulder, tracing his fingers down his spine, and biting—he bit his tongue off again. A growl had been building in his throat, but he knew Bruce would take it as a threat.

He cleared his throat. Damian looked very pleased with his reaction, and he leaned closer, inviting him to leave a mark. He really, really wanted to. But Bruce’s scent was getting more and more hostile, so he held himself back. “Ha…thank you, my love. Are you ready?” Damian bid everyone goodbye, and Danny used the Ring of Rage to open a portal to Elma.

“Oh my gooooooddd!!!” Dick cheered, grabbing Jason and rocking him back and forth. “I told you!! I told you!! Oh my god he’s even perfecter than I thought!!” Jason laughed and Bruce huffed. Tim laughed and the room was quickly filled with excited chatter and laughter.

“You should’ve seen him!” Steph squealed, “He was so nervous and exited and he smiled at me! He smiled and hugged me and said thank you so much!!” Cass giggled and clapped her hands, “Very happy! Very good! Hopeful!” “King of the goddammed afterlife man,” Jason chuckled “how the hell’d he do that?”

“You’re just jealous,” Tim poured himself more coffee but quickly stopped when Dick pulled him into a hug. “Anyone would be!” Jason retorted as he was also pulled into the hug. “This went awesomely!” Dick laughed, “Barbara, good job remembering the Gala! Oh I hope he brings his sister next time. Maybe we can meet his parents too!”

Alfred came around and took the chair Daniel had been seated in. “I look forward to seeing them dance.” He smiled at his grandchildren, and accepted Cass’s hug. Bruce made a ‘hmf’ noise, and Jason rolled his eyes. “Geez old man, what’s the problem now? Too touchy for your taste?” Barbara snorted. “He probably wasn’t respectful enough,” They both laughed as Bruce’s sulking increased.

“I just think it’s suspicious is all,” they groaned, “No, no, listen; what are the chances the king of the afterlife wants to marry the prince of the League of Assassins after their first meeting? What if he wants access to the Lazarus Pits?” Barbara rolled her eyes. “Why would the king of the dead want to bring people back to life? He’d be losing citizens.”

“He could be angry about that!” Jason sighed and banged his head on the table. “Maybe he’s only pretending to court Damian, as revenge! Regardless we need to be careful, we don’t know what he’s capable of.” Jason tried to hit his head again but was stopped by Dick. “Your just upset Damian’s getting courted. Relax, if this was for revenge why would he give Damian four cats?”

Barbara snorted, “Four saber tooth tigers!” And they laughed. Bruce huffed again. “Oh, and that second gift? It’ll attach to his veil or crown??” Steph fell into her chair with a dreamy sigh. “Did I tell you guys the ring was his mom’s wedding ring? It isn’t just an otherworldly ring?” The whole room seemed to gasp. “Master Dick!” Alfred scolded playfully, “That is not a detail you keep to yourself! What do you think of that, Master Bruce?” The room laughed. Bruce huffed sulkier.

“We still need to be careful.” “And we will.” Cass said firmly. “But. We will not deny him this happiness. He’s very hopeful. Very happy.” Tim chuckled as he took a sip of his coffee. “More than happy, I’d say. He kissed him in front of us! And the first thing Daniel said? ‘I have a piece of my souls dedicated to you’? Whoo!” He fanned himself, and the table laughed. “You could see it in the way he looked at him! That man, this literal king, looked like a lovesick puppy!”

“Imagine their wedding,” Jason continued dramatically, “not just a royal wedding but a union of the living and dead. Imagine the scandal, the scene!” Alfred patted Jason’s shoulder. “This is not one of our books, by boy. But,” he went on as the table laughed again, “I believe he would find it most helpful if we only assisted in the wedding when asked to, no?” There was a murmur of agreement, and Bruce once again huffed. Alfred gave him a look, and finally he conceded, “Alright, I’ll allow it. But we still need to be careful.” Immediately the table launched into discussion, and Bruce was forced to listen to the excitement of his youngest sons wedding.

[hatsukeii]

Today, I’m thinking about… haikyuu + other anime characters that would end up in this situation…

warning(s): none!! this is pure crack and you can interpret it as friendship or a relationship but just don’t do ANYTHING that happens in this fic because my friend almost shat himself afterwards…

“Dude, don’t fuck with me, I’ll literally fly your ass to Brazil and fight you if you win another round.”

You cackle at his empty threat, the ‘one card left’ message on your side souring his glare at every passing second that it stays on the shared screen. Scared to wake the rest of your household, you slap a hand over your mouth, the laughs threatening to burst from your chest. It’s been two hours of playing UNO online, and he hasn’t been able to win a single round since twelve. Frankly, it’s getting a little embarrassing for him, but you aren’t one to back down from a threat.

“Is that a challenge? Let’s fuckin’ go then, what are you waiting for? Put the next card down and see, bitch.”

He gasps through the screen, a hand flying to his chest as he searches for some sort of witty retort, or some form of instant retaliation. Instead, his mouse clicks through the call, frantically picking his +4 colour changer. He’s going to win this time, he’s certain of it. He’s going to watch you pick up four useless number cards, and throw his final card down before you even have the chance to come back-

“GET SHIT ON!”

You slam your final +4 onto the game, eight new cards slotting themselves into his deck as the gold medal and confetti of UNO victory explodes on screen. You pump your fists in his face, and he slams his hands onto his head, dumbfounded.

“Is that even allowed? What the fuck!”

“Uh, doesn’t matter? Because the system says I won! You’re dogshit!”

He turns in his chair, spinning round and round and round blankly as he drowns in his utter loss of dignity and ego. How can he possibly win against you, when all he gets are useless numbers to start with, and you somehow happen to score every single power card possible?

“What, you gonna fight me now? In Brazil?” You taunt, and his screen goes white as the google search engine pops up. His fingers hammer at his keyboard at an impossible speed, scouring the Internet for the quickest flight to Brazil. He’ll just scare you into thinking he was serious for a bit, just to see the panic that he has endured in the final moments of every single UNO round plastered on your face.

“There’s no way you’re actually doing this right now.”

He clicks onto the next flight to Rio, Brazil, highlighting the details as if forcing you to remember them for later. Drawing circles with his cursor furiously, he reaches down for his duffel bag, pretending to shove necessities into it. A singular t-shirt goes in, then his hoodie, all while the cursor sits dangerously close to the purchase button beneath his presaved credit card details, already filled out in each field.

"The next flight we can feasibly catch is 8am tomorrow. I'm coming over right now to pick your ass up, and we're gonna fucking fight in front of Christ the fucking Redeemer in Rio, me and you."

He reaches for his bottle, his arm stretching across the screen for the hunk of metal. As his fingers grab at it, he misses, and the entire bottle topples onto his mouse.

Click.

"Thank you for your purchase. Your flight number is: RJ3992. Please scan the code below at check-in."

The laughs that have been pushed under your throat all erupt at once as you hold your stomach and fall backwards, tears spilling from your eyes. He stares at the purchase confirmation, eyes peeled open and mouth ajar as $3000 worth of money vanishes into thin air. He did not intend to fight you in Brazil, but he might actually have to now. Should he call his bank? Call the airlines? His questions are answered as his phone rings beside him. From the other side of the call, you hear his murmurs as he comes clear to the banker on the line.

"No...not sure how it happened...just saw the confirmation...refund it now?"

You stifle your laughter, resisting the urge to punch your table in shock as he bargains with the banker to refund the ticket he just bought to Rio de Janeiro at two in the morning. Finally, he rips the phone away from his ear, letting out a sigh of relief. You cackle, pointing at him in a fit of hysteria, and he scowls at you, giving you the nastiest side eye he can conjure up. Not only has he lost every single round of UNO tonight, he's also come close to putting his credit in the negatives. It's time to call it quits.

"Still wanna fight me, huh? Another round?"

"Don't fucking try me, or I'll call them for the ticket back."

Characters: Tanaka Ryunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Kuroo Tetsurou, Lev Haiba, Kentaro Kyotani, Terushima Yuji, Bokuto Koutaro, Tendou Satori, Suguru Daisho, Miya Atsumu, Hoshiumi Kourai, Bakugou Katsuki, Neito Monoma, Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu, Yo Shindo, Touya Todoroki, Aoi Todo, Gojo Satoru, Denji, Power + all your faves<3

author's note:

i can't make this shit up this actually happened to me once because the guy i was playing uno with kept losing and got upset and threatened to fight us all in brazil and then accidentally bought a 3000 dollar plane ticket to rio um???? bro had to call up the airline to cancel and then his bank had to call him at 3am to ask why he was suddenly withdrawing so much money i was about to piss myself laughing ngl

also IM FINISHED WITH FINALS!!! WOOOO!! CONFETTI!!!!

anyways tags!!

@starlysama @chuuya-brainrot @fiannee @bailey-reeds

ok love u guys see u soon bye bye

[takami-takami]

Cut To The Chase.

kinktober day 2: knife play

includes— hawks x reader. minors dni. smut.

warnings— afab!reader. heavy knife play. discussions of piercing, but no actual cuts. still, this is a knife play fic. be warned. gags. bullying/kinkshaming. praise kink. aftercare.

"You're shaking, dove," Keigo whispers above you. "Relax a little for me, yeah?" 

The rhythmic beat of your heart pounds in your ears. The heady bass of it hammers behind your ribs. A single drop of perspiration crawls its way down your neck like a snake might slither down a tree, hissing sharp against the searing heat of your skin. It bobs with the swallow in your throat. It glistens with your tremors as you writhe so subtly against the silken sheets.

And there’s something about the way your life rests in your partner’s steady hand that surges the adrenaline screaming within your veins. It sings a chorus through your chilling blood.

The quirk of his lips is practically audible when he speaks— infuriating, even; but his appraisal of the situation is undeniably on point.

Of course you’re staring. Twisting and gliding along the edge of your skin, just the lightest squirm away from piercing through your flesh, is the tip of something sharp, icy, and unfathomably lethal— had Keigo been in a more dangerous mood and blindfolded you, the object would feel indiscernible from the steel of a curved dagger, the crescent point pressing the slightest divot into the skin of your navel. 

Even the light reflects with a glint off his feather as if it were metal when it’s sharpened like this.

“You actually like this sort of thing?” Keigo interrogates you, raising his brows. A scoff of disbelief follows quickly behind the inquiry, the heat of his breath fogging against your neck when he noses your jaw. Achingly slow, the scarlet weapon drags up your core, crawling its way toward your utterly exposed chest. 

He could pierce you at any moment. One flick and the skin could burst, one breath and your body would become a canvas to his liking. It's a dance of trust, of control, when he plucks that velvet red feather between his thumb and forefinger as if it were merely a pen to be dipped into ink.

“Your heart rate's pickin' up. It's gonna give you away, dove,” he observes, skimming the skin at the exact spot where he can sense the beat. He drags the feather in circles, a melody in his voice when he sings, low, taunting, and dangerous: "You like this."

“Don’t even care that I could just slip it a little deeper, do you," he realizes, increasing the pressure of the feather against your hammering chest. He can barely hold the click of disappointment from his tongue when you whimper in response. 

"Nah. That’d just get you wet, wouldn’t it?”

You see the flash of reflected light under your chin before you can feel the feather against your neck— the metallic sound of the blade cutting through the air rings in your ears, louder than the hitch of your breath from the whirlwind speed of his actions.

“Oh, you like that?” 

Keigo doesn't bother to suppress the laughter that builds and erupts. Why would he? He'd place a hefty bet that someone like you would hear a condescending sound like that and feel it like electricity instead, jolting down to crackle between your poor, trembling legs.

You're so fucking predictable. You like a bit of danger, and Keigo is more than willing to indulge your little fantasies in the only way he knows how: famished, unreserved, and entirely committed to every intricacy of his role.

Besides, he'd be lying if he said this little image of you wasn't absolutely gorgeous; you, the picture of prey spread beneath him under the shadow cast by his wings, blubbering and unsure if you want to beg to be pierced by his feather or his cock.

When he slips two slicked fingers inside to scissor them, it's entirely unsurprising that your body opens easily to accept them; so unsurprising, in fact, that his eyes roll almost as immediately as yours do, though he wears a smirk rather than a slack jaw. 

The heel of his palm graciously grinds against you each time he bottoms out, the motion made with each rocking thrust expertly positioning his curled fingers upwards. Ever intentional, the heel presses firm against your throbbing core.

When he speaks, you get the impression he's moreso musing to himself than addressing you. 

"And what if I fucked you like this, huh? A cock in your pussy and a knife at your throat… Sounds like your own personal heaven, doesn't it, angel?" Keigo punctuates the last word with a mocking lilt, pouting in bastardized sympathy to match your wobbling bottom lip.

"Aww, not gonna bother answering that?" He smiles and pulls at the fabric stuffing your drooling mouth. "C'mon, speak. Wanna hear you when you break for me, 'kay?"

You swallow dry before you attempt to catch your voice, gasping in a bit of air as you arch your chest and whine some garbled words Keigo can only assume are supposed to resemble a beg. 

"Oh you're close to close," he posits through a smile, just loud enough to be heard over the noise of his drenched fingers that pump knuckle deep and curl up. "It's okay, baby. Let it out. I've got you. Cum on my fingers, c'mon baby, cum f'me, you're such a good—"

Your back bows when your world shatters. His sweet words never cease, pouring praises over your body like the heat that envelops you, over and over in trembling waves.

The first thing you feel when you float down from your high, catching you like a feather landing slowly in his palm, is a methodical barrage of kisses against your cheeks. Feather discarded, Keigo holds your face in place with cradling palms, crooning at the far-gone smile that remains etched in your expression.

"Hi, baby," he whispers, lopsided smile wide as he pulls back and thumbs the apples of your cheeks, smooshing them in little clockwise circles. "Still with me?"

"Hi, Kei'," you simply mumble, words as sluggish and limp as you are; and just like that, your partner is solid and stable once more above you. 

When words elude you, your body begins to speak instead. Your fingers crawl down his biceps and up his neck, nestling in the thickets of his hair and clutching at the scalp as if to settle your own roots there for stability; and on the inside, Keigo's heart trips over itself. Your very center is open to him, pawing at his body and swallowing everything he gives you— and he'll give it all.

Clear eyes attempt to catch your bleary ones, searching for signs of discomfort as you continue to cling to the haziness that envelops your mind. Once he's thoroughly checked for any nicks or scratches, your body is laid back against the sheets.

"C'mon, pretty bird," Keigo whispers, rubbing the highest points of your cheekbones. "Gimme a smile, yeah?" 

When you do, it's with a glaze in your eyes, gazing up at him like he's a newfound city of gold.

"That good, huh," he teases, and you yawn. There's a rich, golden butter in his voice when he speaks. It's warm like the sheets he rolls you both up in, hot like his bare chest against your back when he lays you down to cuddle. 

"I wasn't too mean, was I?" 

"You were perfect for me," you sigh.

The plush of his feathers shudders once in the corner of your vision. He rests his chin along your bare shoulder, clutching your body as close to his chest as it can go.

"You're perfect for me, too."

[anonymousoneshots]

Thing For Me

Roman Reigns x Reader

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Sexual Talk, Swearing, Teasing

You’re backstage at Wrestlemania 39, anxiously waiting for the end result of Roman’s highly-anticipated match against Cody Rhodes. You can’t help but hold your breath every time Roman’s pinned, willing him to kick out and keep fighting. There’s something about Roman in the ring that makes your veins pulse and your heart shudder.

You’re watching the match play out on the small TV in the back room, silently hoping nobody catches you. It was no secret to most of your friends in the back that you had a thing for Roman. You always went out of your way to watch all of his matches and promos, your smile lighting up a room whenever he was victorious. You wouldn’t necessarily call it a crush, not really. You just liked it when he won. You respected him and enjoyed his success. Nothing more. Not a single part of you was in denial either. Right?

You fold your hands together in front of your mouth and lightly bite on your thumb nail, nerves getting the better of you as you can feel the tension from the match in the atmosphere. Cody had Roman positioned for his finishing move, slamming him down in one swift motion. Your heart was hammering. Cody had him back and was going to hit it a second time. This is it. The end of the reign. You place your hands over your mouth and close your eyes, time seeming to slow. You hear a reaction from the crowd and open your eyes expecting to see Roman laid out, but instead you see Solo rolling out of the ring and Cody on the ground. Roman soon hits Cody with a spear and the ref counts to three. “Yes!” you exclaim, jumping in a circle in celebration. You feel adrenaline leaking out of you as Roman holds both belts high in the air, the legendary reign continuing. Your smile is wide and bright as you watch him in wonder, the television picture reflecting in your eyes.

Almost everyone has left the arena for the night, as you’re just finishing up gathering your gear and duffle bag. You slipped back on the dress you had worn into the arena after taking off your ring gear. You didn’t have a match at Wresltemania, but they like everyone backstage to be in gear just in case. It’s pretty quiet as you head out of the locker room, and you’re humming to yourself as you walk down the hall toward the exit and the car waiting for you, heels clicking in the silence.

You slow to a stop as you hear a muffled chuckle coming from one of the backstage rooms. A door is cracked open and you quietly step over to it, peeking to see who’s still here. Roman is leaning against an empty desk, phone to his ear with his back to the door. He’s wearing his signature Jordan’s with gray sweatpants and a Bloodline t-shirt. Your heart catches in your throat. Of course you’ve passed by Roman backstage before, even congratulated him on various wins in the past. But that always happened surrounded by people, and still each time, you were fully aware of him, cheeks flushing and heart racing. This time was no different.

“Alright, man, I’ll be there.” Roman clicks of his phone call and drops it into the pocket of his sweatpants, reaching to pick up his bag and belts off the desk beside him. You’re watching his every move, like it’s one of his matches on TV playing out in front of you. His hair is tied back and you can smell his cologne in the air. He turns around and swings the duffel over his shoulder, then the belts. He looks up and spots you. Quickly you spin away from the opening in the door and start to hustle down the hallway, keeping your head low. You hear the door shut behind you and Roman’s voice as it calls your name.

“[y/n].”

You stop and wince as your heart is running a mile a minute. Anytime you’ve been around Roman it has always been in a group of people. You weren’t even sure he knew your name, until now. You turn on your heel to face him as his long strides reach you fairly quickly. You look up at him with flushed cheeks and a racing heart. He looks down at you and tilts his chin up.

“You catch my match tonight?” He asks, a smirk forming at his lips. Shit, he knows.

“Congratulations,” you muster, now avoiding his gaze.

He’s fully smirking now, and taps on his belts with his left hand. “Didn’t doubt me, did you?” He asks.

“Never,” you exhale, now meeting his eyes, not aware you were holding your breath.

“Good girl.” He gaze trails down your body, the small, tight black dress you have on hugging each of your curves beautifully.

“Tell me, [y/n], did you enjoy watching your Tribal Chief win tonight?” Roman asks, taking a sauntering step closer to you. You instinctively take a step back, feeling intimidated and nervous as all hell.

“It was a good match,” you manage, feeling his prowling gaze drink in the sight of you. Where was this coming from? No way in hell could you possibly pull Roman. Could you? Roman nods and darts his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Word around here is you never miss one of matches. You got a thing for me, [y/n]?”

The world seems to slow and your thoughts turn to mush. You’ve never been asked about this before so bluntly. Not by your friends, not by anyone on the roster, and especially not by Roman himself, the star of all your fantasies. You shift uncomfortably and stare at the ground, words lost at your mouth. Roman chuckles at the way he’s making you squirm, the dominance in him gloating. “You want a ride back to the hotel, [y/n]?” He asks.

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The silence and tension during the car ride to the hotel is excruciating. Roman is relaxed as ever, casually leaning back against the seat. Your whole body is rich with tension, though, as you sit stiffly and are acutely aware of every breath you take. You don’t dare glance at him, but you feel his eyes on you, watching the rise and fall of your chest, your fingers in your lap nervously twisting your rings. Roman clears his throat and slides over closer to you, causing your heart to contract and your breath to catch.

“Tell me, [y/n], what is it about me that’s making you so tense? Relax, breathe.” He rests his hand on your knee, leaning forward trying to catch your gaze. You finally look at him with wide eyes, sure he can hear your heart pounding. His touch is sending waves through your body, and you instinctively squeeze your legs together. Roman smiles that cocky smile of his, almost like your someone he’s about to destroy. Almost. He removes his hand from your knee and leans back against the seat again, seemingly satisfied that he’s making you sweat. This car ride is dragging on and on, all you want is to be back at the hotel in the safety of your room and bed, far away from wherever this was.

Finally, the car pulls up to your hotel. You quickly reach for the door and step out into the cool air. Roman steps out after you, walking around towards the trunk to get the bags and his belts. You go to take your bag from him, saying thank you, but he pulls away. “No, no, I got you,” another cocky smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You smile at him and head toward the door. Once inside, you stand awkwardly in front of the elevator in silence, watching the floors light up as it heads to you.

“Thanks for the ride, and my bag,” you say, glancing over at him. He simply nods his head as the door opens and you both step inside. You’re preparing yourself for a long ride of awkward silence and tension, as Roman presses the button for the 15th floor.

“You’re very intimidating, you know,” you say. “That’s why I’m tense. You make me nervous.”

Roman chuckles and sets the bags and his belts down. You’re now passing floor 6.

“Is it that I make you nervous because I’m intimidating or because you have that thing for me?” He questions. You bite your lip and ignore the question. He turns towards you and steps closer, you can feel his breath on your ear. “Because what you really want from me is to be destroyed.”

Heat pools in your stomach and you audibly gasp. Before you have time to react further, he spins you toward him and pins you between his arms with your back to the wall. You lustfully search his eyes and want for his touch. “Roman-“ you start, but he roughly places his hand over your mouth and smiles.

“I bet you get all wet watching me, don’t you, [y/n]?” He husks into your ear. You squeeze your legs together in an effort to stop the building ache Roman’s causing. He looks into your eyes with a hunger, which only turns you on more. The elevator dings at it reaches your floor, and just as suddenly as Roman was on you, he’s off, bending to pick up the his bag and belts. He leaves yours on the floor. You’re left leaning against the wall of the elevator, breathing heavily. He steps out and turns towards you, drinking in the mess he’s made of you, a grin forming at his lips.

“Room 1547, if that thing for me turns into an urge you can’t satisfy.”

[sarelcon]

EVA Foam Detailing

Since I’m currently working on a new panel for EVA foam detailing, sharing an abbreviated version of this so that I actually have some posts on my account. This is definitely not a complete list of every technique that could work, but these are ones that I have used before and found to be quite useful.

Sanding

This is probably the most well-known technique for detailing. A rotary tool is a must-have for working with EVA foam since it’s such a versatile tool. A basic sanding drum is great for beveling edges or carving in battle-damage and weathering. Grinding stone tips can smooth and even out sanding. Depending on how the tips are angled on the surface, you can create a hammered metal look, soft leather-like crinkles, or circles that look like screws or bolts. Sanding is also the single best way to clean up rough seams. Be sure to wear a respirator and eye protection when sanding since the foam will generate a LOT of dust. You will your workspace will get covered with dust.

Burning

A soldering iron or wood burning iron can be used for detailing. These hot tools can be used to engrave precise or geometric lines or can be used to create a feather texture. These can also be used to make more organic textures like wood grain. Very much like a rotary tool, a wood burning or soldering iron has endless possibilities only limited by creativity. The foam can be easily burned through, especially when it is a thinner sheet (1-3 mm). Burning foam creates very nasty fumes so be sure to work outside with a respirator on.

Heat stamping

This is a more subtle technique but can still be very useful. The most common application is using crumpled tin foil to make a leather texture. Once foam has been heated up evenly (using a heat gun), it can pick up the texture of anything pressed against it.

Google eyes

For a cheap and easy way to get rivets or bolts, try using googly eyes. Once these are painted over, they can blend in perfectly (just don’t shake the armor or prop because they will rattle). Though real rivets can be used (that is my next point), googly eyes are easy to install and are very easy to find in a variety of sizes. These can be glued down with pretty much any type of glue.

Metal hardware

If authenticity is the goal, eyelets and rivets can be installed into EVA foam. The key to these is leather hole punches. You can buy these either as a pack of hole punchers or as a single tool that operates a lot like a paper hole puncher. For real leather or fabric, these are normally hammered into the material to generate a hole. Because EVA foam is so soft, a twisting motion works better for cutting a hole without crushing the surface. Eyelets will require a bit of glue but rivets have two separate ends that snap together nicely without any adhesive. O rings and metal buckles can also help with making realistic-looking armor.

Foam clay

Foam clay is an obsession of mine, but I have to admit that it is a detailing material and only works for specific tasks. Foam clay is great for adding organic textures like bone, monster skin, etc. It can be free sculpted some, but is limited due to being such a soft clay. It sticks to EVA foam without any glue required. It can be sanded or burned once it is completely dry to add more texture. It can be used to fill deep gaps in seams. It can also be pressed into molds.

Pre-cut bevels and scales

With cosplay becoming more common and mainstream, specialty products are readily available. Bevels are pre-cut strips of foam that can be used as trim. They most often come as half-round or triangular though some shops may carry less common shapes like low profile triangles or trapezoids. Scales are another great pre-fabricated material that can be bought from cosplay supply shops. They are sometimes sold as individual scales in packs of 50-100 or as scales attached to a strip.

Primer manipulation

I just recently discovered this technique while making Gyurato’s blood sickles. When using a brush on primer that has a slower drying time, it can be manipulated while still wet. Pressing something like upholstery foam or a sponge into the primer can add additional rough texture. I also used plastic wrap to add creases and wrinkles to the surface of the dried foam clay. Another thing to keep in mind with primers is that the finish (satin, matte, gloss) can change out a paint looks. Picking the right sheen, like gloss when painting a metallic, can help with achieving the right effect.

Hopefully these tips give you some ideas for future projects.

[brokerkisser]

Gold Coin/Trigger Happy - Skylanders Phighting au

(click for better view & image id under keep reading) I'll also add on legendary & spring variant designs when I have ideas for those.

IMAGE ID : First image is Gold Coin drawn as a bloxy robloxian it has a paper white skin tone and it's color is a browny red It's horns are shaped like pointed bunny ears that point backwards with a smaller pair of horns under it's face has a brown marking across it's eyes with a mischeivous look on it's face with it's fangs and tongue poking out of it's mouth Gold coin is wearing a cowboy hat that sits betwen the gap of it's horns the cowboy hat has a gold coin emblem on the front it also has a orange torso and legs it's torso has a small star to the right that's half covered by the vest it wears with a belt with a coin buckle it has a pair of gloves and boots on the glove cuffs are clipped with the same coin emblem on the back of it's vest is the Cloud Scape symbol a simple cloud behind a floating island it's gear is a dual pair of golden revolvers the revolvers are stylized and blocky with a large barrel and handle with a small circle with a star at the top of the handle at the hammer Second image is Double Dare Gold coin it's redish orange in color it's wearing a tan helmet with red orange lines and orange visor with a tan full body suit that has red lines and orange shoes with a pair of tan gloves with red orange lining and orange tassels on the side the body suit is undone on the top with a knot revealing it's chest and a single curly chest hair on it's back is a knee length cape that's a dark red orange underneath with a tan and orange outlined front that has a gear design it's gear is a dual pair of golden cannon barrel looking guns that have red and orange detailing with a gear attached to the back and a ring of fire at the front and a small star keychain dangling Third image is a info sheet that has a small doodled portrait of gold coin to the top left with it's catch phrase under it " No Gold, No Glory! " the info text reads Name: Gold Coin Nickname: Trigger Happy Race/Species: Demon Age: 42 Pronouns: It/Its Mirror nouns Faction/Region: Cloud Scape Class/Job: Part time super charger and phighter full time cow boy Height: 3'2, 97 cm Gear: a image of it's dual golden revolvers next are a row of sliders reading Nice Neutral Mean Nice is hightlighted Brave Middle Cowardly Brave is highlighted Silly Neither Serious silly is highlighted Honest Mix of both Liar mix of both is highlighted Famous Average Off the grid average is highlighted Questions: " Any Notable friends or relatives? " Generally refers to many phighters as an ally. Gold Coin respects a fair worker A good friend to playground & theives den. Lightly weary of Lost temple, but it's chill While concerned and untrusting all of blackrock, It respects Hyperlaser's work Gold Coin refers to Hyperlaser as a fellow worker, and does have an interest in helping the man out " How about enemies? " While not very knowledgable, Subspace and Medkit give it bad vibes. Not enemies by any major means for medkit at least Gold Coin has no trust in Subspace, It's weary and neutral on Medkit. It does not like or trust Biografts at all It finds Biografts facisinating but their use and creation are not it's fancy " Are they good at their job? and do they like it? " Gold coin spent many years training, so it's quite good at it's jobs as both a gunslinger and supercharger It never takes it's job that seriously, always having fun roleplaying as some sort of sheriff or stunt devil Gold Coin is also well versed in phighting gear and machinery, It often tinkers around with engineering Health: 200 Shield/defense: 30 m1 pew pew guns m2 golden charge, hold down m2 to charge up a laser shot Q Lucky Sheriff's Coin Flip, RNG self status boost, Tails - slow debuff, Heads - Damage buff E Pot 'o gold - throws a pot of gold at enemies, short blast radius, slows down enemy Ult Golden machine gun Activates a golden turret machine gun, short radius blast when activated

[forthedancingandthethriving]

"What if.. I.. gave up!"

"Valeria, what?" Bedelia looks at the rebellion leader, confused. "Why are you saying that?"

"Child soldiers, Bedelia!" Valeria swims over and grips her second-in-command's shoulders. "The empire has child shoulders — they're fucking 15!" The fins on the sides of her face lower. "15..."

Bedelia looks at Valeria with a frown. "I know, but those two are safe with us now. We'll start treating Celeste and see what Lexi knows."

The rebellion leader sighs, closing her eyes. "Yeah, that.. that sounds good." She releases the other's shoulders and looks at her apologetically. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten so overworked."

"It's okay!" The SIC shakes her head. She giggles a bit. "Just surprising to see you the nervous one."

Valeria nods. "I know.. It's just.. heartbreaking. Learning the extent of the brainwashing that's been done to these poor children."

Bedelia nods in agreement, but before she can get another word out, a siren is swimming up to them, his eyes wide. "Valeria! Bedelia! You need to head to Ghost's Crag now!"

"Why?" The two are instantly on high alert. "What's happened? Did someone fall in?"

"No!" The siren shakes his head. "I-Its worse! There's a group of people trapped down there!"

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Valeria had never swam faster in her life, with Bedelia right behind her. They soon got to Ghost's Crag, a giant crevice in the ocean floor. It was said to be caused by a fight between Empress Moria and a siren who could shape-shift.

Apparently, their fight lasted for eight days and eight nights, and Moria emerged victorious, and with the infamous Storm Trident in her possession.

She shudders as she remembers the lightning it could summon. The typhoons it made with a single wave.

"Down there!" Bedelia snaps her out of her thoughts, and the two swim further down.

Ghost's Crag was given its name due to the toxic fumes that came from small vents. They were small but numerous. The fumes made you hallucinate, see things that weren't there. Those who lived purely in the sea had evolved to not be affected, but those above land tended to be badly affected.

But people being trapped? How could that even happen?

In a flurry a bubbles, Valeria's weapon appears. She was blessed to have one that changes like the water, and she let's it shift to that of a large war hammer. "Bede, get ready to move and use your whip to grab them!"

"Got it!" Bedelia nods, her whip appearing in a flurry of bubbles as well.

The two dive deeper down, and she can hear voices. Discussing, talking, wondering where they are.

"Hey!" Valeria shouts once she gets to the thinnest rocks. "Hey, can you hear me?"

"Hello?!" A male's voice calls out. "Is someone there!"

"Yes, I'm real!" She assures the voice. "Listen, I'm going to smash this rock in, which is gonna flood in water. You'll need to hold you breath. My friend is going to grab you with her whip to get you guys out as fast as we can, okay?"

After noises of agreement, Valeria swims back. With a low grunt, she swings the hammer, slamming it into the rocky wall. It crumbles like paper, and Bedelia acts quickly, her whip shooting out and wrapping around many wrists.

They begin to swim, swim as fast as they can.

When they breach the surface, Valeria finally gets a good look at them.

And she feels her heart skip a beat because she's sure that she's seen those faces before. But from where? A mural, maybe?

○●○

Lexi prides herself in being very, very sneaky. You don't become a Tigerfish from brute strength alone. No, you sneak and around and figure things out on your own.

The purple octoling peers her head around the doorway, red eyes glancing around. The room she was peering into was large and open air, with what she presumed to be magic, making a dome overhead, keeping the water of the outside out.

In the center, on a pedestal, was a crown. It wasn't anything grand. It was a blackstone crown, floating in a bubble. Two rings of water circled around it, like a protection.

Lexi narrows her eyes. That must be what's keeping their base hidden. With how big this place is, it makes sense.

She looks around with a huff. The room being completely devoid of water surprised her, but she guessed it made sense. Mermaids and sirens could transform to have legs if they so wished.

Sparing one glance back towards the crown, she rushes off. Completely missing the mural in the back, show casing a giant siren wielding the Storm Trident and fighting against what seemed to be a.. younger Moria.

[officialleehadan]

Circle Challenge

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Prompt: HGE – Local Librarian

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Ajax Coven was full to bursting with the oldest vampires in the world.

Given, there were fewer of them in the actual coven-hold itself, but that was  a matter of safety. With the power of a djinn in Benedict’s hands, they didn’t dare risk giving him a single juicy target. Given, Laure had warded the Coven-hold itself, which did help, but none of them wanted to risk it.

Frankly, neither did Laure.

All the same, meeting so many ancient vampires was a real treat despite the unfortunate circumstances. She spent her days in discussion with people who not only knew history, but who had lived through it. Better yet, they were able to provide her with all sorts of book suggestions for her dissertation, which was, at long last, just about finished.

The problem came suddenly, and was not one that Laure had anticipated.

“I accept your challenge.”

It was Draco, facing off with a towering vampire who wore a nasty sneer and bared his teeth at Draco. For his part, Draco didn’t flinch, and held the gaze of the Elder without hesitation.

“I am younger than you,” he snarled in return as the vampires around them scattered back into a ring. Laure tried to get a closer look at the situation, but suddenly Victor was there with a hand on his shoulder. His face was set in a serious expression and he watched the confrontation closely. “That is true. But I think that when it comes to my skill at killing our kind, you will agree that I am without equal.”

“Don’t suppose you heard what started this?” Teucer said, the next to arrive, only a few steps behind Victor. “It’s a bad time for a challenge-fight and Draco doesn’t take prisoners.”

“I didn’t hear what started it, but I can probably break it up,” Laure offered tentatively. Fire came easy to her since she made her hammer. There were few vampires that would risk pushing through it just to have a fight. “Want me to separate them?”

“You could, but you shouldn’t,” Victor said quietly as Draco and the other vampire circled each other, getting ready for what would presumably be a fight soon enough. “Kos has been looking for a chance at Draco for a while. He was close with Draco’s Sire, and that particular family reunion went very, very badly for Urus. We’ve been trying to keep them apart, but there wasn’t that much that we could do besides that.”

“So they’re going to fight?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

“And…. Draco will kill him?”

“Or he will kill Draco, yes.”

Laure bit her lip and considered getting involved even though Victor told her not to. It was Bei who spoke next, even as Draco shrugged out of his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and readied himself, all with a startling lack of the drama he was usually so fond of.

“Vampires have challenge battles when we have issues that cannot be settled with a discussion,” Bei told Laure. She turned her eyes towards Draco’s opponent, Kos. Like Draco, he was shedding clothing, including his heavy fur coat, and shirt. His skin was marked with deep, swirling blue tattoos, and dozens of scars. The product of a long and violent life even before he was Turned. Vampires, Laure knew, didn’t scare. They either healed cleanly, or they died. “And this issue, being that Draco did indeed kill Urus violently, cannot be settled at all. Kos is due his attempt at revenge.”

“Can… can Draco beat him?”

“It will be a close match. Kos is older than I am,” Bei admitted. “But Draco has killed those of our generation before, and is one of the finest fighters I have ever seen.”

“But-“

“Hush, youngling, and turn away if you must. This will be painful, bloody, and violent. It will end in death.”

Laure fell silent, but she rested her hand on her hammer. It would be so simple to throw fire at them. To chase them away from each other with barely a thought. On a whim, she reached for her wards, and pulled a thread of them in close, before ringing the two combatants with golden threads. Draco looked over at her and smiled, but Kos frowned darkly.

“It will keep any of your siblings from interfering when you lose,” Draco called to him, cold and mocking. It worried Laure that he had known there were others who would come for him if they got the chance. “We both know they’re planning to jump me from behind. So how about we make a little wager, you and I. I won’t claim your head if I win, and if I do, you will let this matter die as it should have when I tore out Urus’s heart.”

“And if I win, I will tear your heart from your chest as you did to Urus,” Kos said with a mighty snarl of fury. “As so many here long to do.”

“If they have their own issues with me, they can form a line,” Draco fired back and gave himself one final stretch before he moved away from the edge of the circle. Laure blessed the fact that he was in boots today. As impressive as he was in his favorite heels, the boots were better for a fight. “And I will deal with them as they come. Now, are we going to flirt all day, or are you going to take a swing at me?”

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HGE - Local Librarian:

Gift of a Rose

Curse-Bound Leather

Bloody Stress

Flip the Page  (Subscriber Only!)

Luxury Flight (Subscriber Only!)

Hotel of Memories

Ancient and Old (Subscriber Only!)

Hearth Not Home  (Subscriber Only!)

Of the Hearth

From the Earth  (Subscriber Only!)

Ring Panic  (Subscriber Only!)

Red Gems Black Stone (Subscriber Only!)

Unexpected Ally

The Words of History (Subscriber Only!)

A Bit of History

Enemies Old and Gone (Subscriber Only!)

Third Brother (Subscriber Only!)

Folding History (Subscriber Only!)

At War by Moonlight (Subscriber Only!)

Firebrand Burning (Subscriber Only!)

Sunrise Touched (Subscriber Only!)

Crafted Change (Subscriber Only!)

Coptic Code

The Opening Bell

Gossamer Fabric (Subscriber Only!)

Calls to Make

Two Librarians (Subscriber Only!)

All Elders Come

Caesar Story

Circle Challenge (New!)

Blood Debt Battle (New!)

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MASTERLIST

[theyhaveacavetroll]

saundreas + their wedding

The first time, it's the night before what will come to be known as the Battle of Maravet Falls, and they hammer on the high priest's door at four a.m. until he finally opens it.

"We want to get married," Saul says, and it doesn't occur to him that neither of them believe in the religion being peddled at the stone circle in the village. It doesn't matter that he's Jewish and Andreas follows the old Eraklyan ways passed down from his ancestors - they might die in the morning, and they want, more than anything, to be married here, now, tonight. If they live, they can take it to their elders for their blessing, but for now they want these few hours of nothing in the world mattering more than their love, and after they drag Farah and Ben to the menhir, and Andreas pulls out the rings he's been carrying in his pocket - after they finish all of that, they are married in the sight of gods and men and they swear to consummate the marriage as soon as the battle's won. Farah thinks they're mad. Rosalind knows they are, but for once says nothing.

The battle is a disaster, and at the end of it, they stand, staring as the fairies put out the last of the fires in the town. The priest is dead. So is half the village.

They're alive, and still married, and they cling to each other for comfort all the way until Aster Dell.

"Luna's refusing to recognize the marriage without the paperwork," Saul informs Andreas eighteen years and a great deal of heartache later, and Andreas makes a wordless noise of protest.

"The witnesses are still alive, surely that's the point of having them!" he protests, and Saul shrugs.

"What can I say? Luna's always loved her extra taxes."

"A tax for being single," Andreas scoffs. "Typical. Tax the peasants until they can't so much as dream of rebellion any longer."

"You should talk," Saul says wryly. "Which noble house are you from again? Third House in the noble line of -"

Andreas tackles him, and Saul laughs at his husband's antics.

"We could always get married again," Saul suggests. It takes six months to do it.

Saul demands a rabbi. Andreas wants to be married on a Friday, and they compromise on the issue of exchanging swords, agreeing to swap their own since neither of them truly want to go all the way to the graves of Andreas' ancestors in Eraklyon or ask around among Saul's friends. Saul puts his foot down about flowers, and Andreas throws a small but impressive fit about seeking a blessing from his mother, or rather not doing so. He is not, he insists, property, and he will never again ask permission from any to do what he wants to do with his life.

They laugh with each other through the whole process, and act exactly like the engaged couple they're meant to be. Sky tries very hard to start knocking before entering the room, and Beatrix simply giggles and oversees the weather on the day.

In the end, they are married again in the Spring, and if Farah is a little misty-eyed, or Ben Harvey goes a little overboard with the floral decorations, nobody says a thing.

[heliinx]

The Dark Lands / Previous

The Bloodthirsters, despite her desperate hopes and prayers to the contrary, had proven successful. Not just against the Dawi-Zharr prophetess; the Clan Rictus had not been spared either. Flesh Hounds had chased them back to their holds. Fresh blood daemons had been summoned from the gore spilled upon the earth. War had begun anew, skaven slain and run off from Darkhold, and the Exiles had made claim to the Warpstone kept beneath the ground.

Heliinx had been dragged along for this venture, clutched in Khazaans hand to watch her kin be butchered. Her heart was in her throat, not for the deaths of her fellow ratmen (she would’ve killed them herself in different circumstances), but for what it meant. She didn’t doubt they’d find Warpstone. Only a foolish Clanlord stored all his Warpstone in a single place, making the job of thieves -- or conquerers -- that much more easy.

She had been brought into the largest chamber of the hold, a circular room with a raised platform at it’s center, ringed in engraved cylindrical columns. Daemons and mortals, some Slaaneshi but most Khornate, had been packed in, waiting. Her brass collar broken from her neck, she herself had been tossed on the floor in the middle of the platform. If having Khazaan leering down at her was bad, having the three of them do so was much worse. Seeing the Reaper in particular had her scrabbling behind Khazaan’s hooves, to his amusement. He simply pushed her forward with his hoof, before a pile of warpshards that had escaped her attention before. Likely on account of the mind-wiping fear--

“ Make yourself useful, wizard-rat.” Khazaan stepped away to favor one of the pillars. Heliinx, trying not to tremble too hard, went to work. She tried to ignore her hammering heart and the Daemon Beasts glaring her down, as well as the ramifications of what she was about to do. A Grey Seer...inviting enemy daemons into the Realm of the Horned Rat! There WAS no going back to the Under-Empire after this! Even if she begged and screamed and proved beyond all odds and evidence she was compelled by the enemy to do it, the Council would not have her. The Horned Rat would not have her!

...But when has he ever really had you? When-when has the Horned Rat ever really been on your side? Spoken to you? Shown you, or anyone really-truly, his favor?

Heliinx mulled this over as she set the Warpstone shards into position: a great circle, then centered of course by the three-barred symbol of the Horned Rat. A bitterness filled her. She had been alone through all this. Since the first attack by the Khornates. And now, here, the second one. Where was the Horned Rat? Bitterness turned into quiet fury, and into hatred, and with her one remaining hand, Heliinx found a new purpose in her task. If she would damned anyway, if he was going to abandoned her again to this fate, then sod it! Let his realm burn! Let the Reaper bring fire and rage to the Realm of Ruin!

She spoke the words, the Thirteen Secret Names of the Horned Rat. The Warpstone shards glew and trembled and the Seer’s eyes took on a sorcerous green hue. Magic was thick about the air, ripping reality itself asunder and behind the tear was the stinking, refuse ruled Realm of Ruin.

“ Ha! Did I not say she could do it!?” Khazaan barked from his corner of the pillars. Neither Bloodthirster answered him, turning instead to their armies and commanding them forward. The massive portal remained open, even when Heliinx stepped away from it. She made a beeline to the daemon in which she was pact-bound to and the potent mote of hatred brewing within her drew the Tippler’s eye. He looked down at her, intrigued, grinning, and thumbing the haft of his axe.

“ You welcome death eagerly for a ratkin.”

“ Not-not death I want. Not yet.” Heliinx growled, looking at the rip in realities. Watching the Daemons pour through in their dozens and hundreds. “ If you raze-burn the Horned Rat’s realm, take-take me with you. I wish-want to see it.”

Khazaan studied the she-rat, paying no heed to any other soul. Then he rumbled, reaching out a claw. She didn’t even flinch, not even when he grabbed her.

“ Very well, wizard-rat.”

[marsblog2anthonydeyn]

copper celtic cross pt 2

Using some copper wire, a drill and a vice I was able to twist the wire into a sort of swine. Using my paper circle template as a guid I manipulated the copper weave into the appropriate size ring.

After giving both sides of the copper cross a hammered effect, I moved onto attaching the weaved copper ring. The hardest part about this was trying to figure out how to attach it, I eventually settled on riveting the top and bottom of the copper ring to the cross. 

Very very carefully drilling a hole through the copper ring and cross. I then cut some small bits of copper wire the same diameter of the holes. (These make up the rivets) The first rivet went very smoothly. However it was the second rivet the was an issue, while hammering one side it split the copper ring in half. This only happened because it wasn’t a single piece of metal, rather it was to copper wires simply pushed against each other with a rivet being driven between them. Annoyingly this it accident sort of ruined the rest of the piece from there.

Using some brass solder on the weak areas to strengthen them up helped. However the piece still felt very fragile to hold (not something I’d be comfortable wearing around my neck as jewellery). After burning the copper and sanding it I archived a satisfying hammered copper effect at least. However its still not a piece I’m very happy with. Oh yeah, I also added a copper ring so a string or cord can be attached to the pendant.

[mediamoguls]

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[mayhemproduces]

The Dark Triad vs ANarChy vs The Rip City Shooters- MPW World Tag Team Championship #1 Contendership

The road to Hell on Earth is paved just a little bit more every single day, and tonight, we’ll know for certain who will challenge Violence is Forever for the MPW World Tag Team Championships- Either Rip City will earn a second chance at the belts, The Dark Triad will seek to carve out just another piece of the MPW Pie, or, for the first time EVER, ANarChy will punch their ticket to an MPW World Tag Team Championship match. A lot on the line here! 

The bell rang, and Blade finished bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet, eventually stopping to circle Garcia. The two lock horns, with Blade EASILY shoving Garcia back, forcing him down to the mat. Garcia rolled to his knees, a bit astonished by the strength of the smaller former shoot fighter. Garcia was no slouch own right, one of the strongest Luchadors in the world, but Blade regularly spars with the likes of Joshua Bishop, she’s seen bigger men than Garcia. Garcia gets back to her feet, and locks up with the Chosen One again, only to get forced back into the corner! Blade lays into him with a STIFF chop that rocks Garcia, but Garcia immediately fires back with one of his own! Blade looks a little surprised by it, maybe underestimating Garcia’s strength a bit herself, as she fires back with a chop of her own, and now Blade and Garcia are laying into each other with everything they got! Garcia takes a couple of shots to the face, stopping merely to do that stupid little dance he does, taunting Blade right to her face! 

As Garcia taunts Blade, something Blade doesn’t take lightly as she starts laying into Daniel Garcia with a series of forearms! 

Blade starts to get the better of Garcia, sending him into the ropes, and trying to go for the big German Suplex early, but Garcia manages to slip away from Blade and plant her with a HUGE  Blade stumbles into the corner and Garcia charges in, trying to hammer away at Blade with a couple of stiff forearms, but Blade shoves Garcia backwards, before charging him and LAYING Garcia out with a HUGE Pump Kick! Garcia’s head may have just been sent into the second row!. Blade tries to grab Garcia, and lift him up, looking for a Bitter End to end this one early, but Garcia slips off Blades shoulders, hits the ropes, and as Blade turns around, once again catches Blade with a big boot! Blade stumbles back again, and Garcia grabs Blade’s arm, twisting it and trapping Blade in a wrist lock, and tagging in Mei Sugura! Mei gets up onto the top rope and launches herself at Blade, knocking Blade across the ring with a leaping Missile Dropkick! Blade gets knocked across the ring, and as she tries to recover on the ropes, VIOLET tags herself in! 

VIOLET looked like she wanted a test of strength on Mei, with Mei accepting and locking fingers, but VIOLET quickly cartwheels to the side of Mei, maintaining arm control, and turning it into a wrist lock. VIOLET twists Mei’s arm and twist around her, before dipping down and taking Mei down to the mat, trapping her in a modification of a bicep slicer! VIOLET keeps twisting but Mei manages to sit up, and then fight up to a knee to relieve some of the pressure and get rid of VIOLET’s leverage. Mei back to her feet now and VIOLET takes the opportunity to switch arms, twisting around and taking Mei’s left arm into a wrist lock. VIOLET yanks on it, but in response, Mei catches VIOLET with a chop to the chest! VIOLET backs into the ropes, and Mei grabs her, sending her off the ropes, but VIOLET turns it around on Mei, sending Mei into the ropes, dropping down to try and trip Mei up, but Mei rolls forward, dodging it, before turning around and nailing a kneeling VIOLET with a boot to the face!

VIOLET rolls out of the ring, and Mei follows her out, going underneath the ring immediately and looking for some toys to introduce into this one- Atlas Rules after all. Mei finds a chair and takes it with her, going around the ring to find where VIOLET had crawled off to, when VIOLET surprises Mei as she rounds the corner, kicking the chair into Mei’s gut! VIOLET takes the chair and tosses it into the ring, before catching Mei with an elbow to the back of the neck. VIOLET follows it up by grabbing Mei and smashing her face into the ring apron, before rolling Mei back into the ring. VIOLET follows it up by going underneath the ring and grabbing another chair, sliding it into the ring. VIOLET slides into the ring and grabs her chair, not realizing Mei has the other one, and as VIOLET raises her chair, Mei swings, connecting with VIOLET’s chair, and causing VIOLET’s chair to go right back into her face! VIOLET stumbles back into the ring, and as Mei tries to follow her in, only for Matsumoto to manage to tag their partner! Matsumoto steps into the ring, and Mei tries to swing with the chair, but Matsumoto punches it out of Mei’s hand! Mei watches her chair go flying, before Matsu presses Mei into the air, before dropping her with a HUGE Gorilla Press Slam! Mei hits hard, and Matsu looks to continue to go after Mei, but Wes Barkley tags himself in on Matsumoto! 

Wes gets into the ring and grabs Mei, sending her off the ropes, before Wes rolls forward and drops Mei with the Somersault Lariat, but as Wes gets back up, Matsumoto wraps a hand around his throat! Wes struggles, and manages to kick at Matsu’s leg, before swatting Matsu’s arm away, before Wes turns and hits the ropes. Matsu takes a wild swing at Barkley, but Wes ducks under, and as Matsu turns around, Wes nails them with the flying heel kick! Matsu doesn’t go down, and Wes tries to grab them and send them off the ropes, but Matsu blocks it, and drops Wes with a two handed chop to the chest! Wes falls to the side, clutching at his chest, and Matsu turns just in time to see Daniel Garcia charge them, before Matsu catches Garcia and throws him overhead with a Belly to Belly Suplex! Cover on Garcia!

1….2… Broken up!

Mei Sugura breaks the pin by catching Matsumoto in the back of the head with a running knee! Matsumoto rolls to the outside, clutching the back of their head, clearly dizzy, as Mei hits the ropes, charges, and launching herself at Matsu! Mei knocks Matsumoto back into the guardrail, and then tries to do it again, getting back into the ring, and trying to dive on Matsumoto again, but Matsu catches her in mid air, and sends Mei overhead, into the laps of our fans! Holy shit!

Matsu gets back into the ring, only to lock eyes with the MPW Fatales Champion, Blade! Blade tries to square up to Matsumoto, Matsumoto taking a wild swing, but Blade slips behind them, and tries to wrap their arms around Matsu’s waist, looking to send them overhead with a German, but Matsu blocks it, and nails Blade with a big back elbow! Matsu shoves Blade off, as Daniel Garcia charges in, looking for a big lariat, but Matsu catches his arm, flips him around, and plants Garcia with a HUGE Skull Fuck! Garcia gets PLANTED, but as Matsu gets back up, Blade grabs them again, and this time succeeds in sending Matsu overhead with the HUGE German Suplex!

Matsu rolls out of the ring, as Blade turns, and gets DRILLED by an End of Everything from VIOLET! VIOLET nearly takes Blade’s head off, and Blade rolls out of the ring, only for Wes Barkley to grab VIOLET, looking for the Stroke, but VIOLET shoves Wes off, and into the ropes, before VIOLET rolls Wes back into an inside cradle! 

1….2….3!

VIOLET CAUGHT WES! 

“Here are your winners, and the #1 Contenders to the MPW World Tag Team Championships, ANarChy!” 

ANarChy have punched their ticket to Hell on Earth, and have earned their first EVER shot at the MPW World Tag Team Championships! ANarChy will dance with Violence is Forever! 

[never-dim-your-light]

"I have heard myself say - that a house with a death in it

can never again be bought or sold by the living.

It can only be borrowed from the ghosts that have stayed behind.

To go back and forth, letting out and gathering back in again.

Worrying over the floors in confused circles.

Tending to their deaths like patchy, withered gardens.

They have stayed to look back for a glimpse of the very last moments of their lives.

But the memories of their own deaths are faces on the wrong side of wet windows,

smeared by rain. Impossible to properly see.

There is nothing that chains them to the places where their bodies have fallen.

They are free to go, but still they confine themselves, held in place by their looking.

For those who have stayed, their prison is their never seeing.

And left all alone, this - is how - they rot.

I did not know it at the time, but the house that stands at the end of Teacup Road - - in the town of Braintree, Massachusetts, was such a house.

A house that holds a seat for the memory of a death.

The staying place of a rotted ghost.

At the time of my arrival in the first part of August,

the house was occupied by Iris Blum, the author of 13 novels.

The kinds of thick and frightening books that people buy at airports and supermarkets.

Of her books, I have read fewer than nine pages of only a single one...

and all the while suppressing a very bad taste. I am not even sure of the title.

From where I am now, I can be sure of only a very few things.

The pretty thing you are looking at is me.

Of this I am sure.

Three days ago, I turned 28 years old. - I will never be 29 years old.

I am very seldom required to wear white by my employers. But, anyway, I always do.

It has always been that wearing white reassures the sick that I can never be touched.

Even as darkness folds in on them from every side ... closing like a claw.

The pretty thing you are looking at now is me.

The doctor is holding me up to the light.

But now I am dead.

And yes, I left the world just as I came into it.

I am wearing nothing but blood.

I am as white as a sail.

I tell this often to myself.

I tell myself that nothing gets on me.

But it does me little good.

The words pour right through.

I am too full of holes.

So I have left it off altogether.

Out of respect for the dead, you understand.

Because yes, dear reader, Polly Parsons, the subject of this book,

is quite dead indeed ... Quite dead - but not quite buried.

Carelessly concealed in a grave too shallow to be rightly called a grave at all.

The walls and windows are as thin as bones.

A person could walk right through them. - Just up and leave this old house.

This - is how - you rot.

"I now believe Polly entirely when she insists that she does not remember

what happened to her in the end.

I can sometimes see her struggle with the shape of it, more as if trying to remember

a song she once heard, and not as she might remember an event.

How does one forget something as essential as that? How does one forget a death?

Maybe it is the body that remembers. And without the body, there is nothing to hold to." 

"We make our own ghosts by looking, but pretending not to see ...

and then forgetting ourselves altogether.

It is a terrible thing to look at oneself and to all the while see nothing.

Surely this is how we make our own ghosts.

We make them out of ourselves."

You poor, pretty things - whose prettiness holds only one guarantee.

Learn to see yourself as the rest of the world does, and you'll keep.

But left alone, with only your own eyes looking back at you ...

... and even the prettiest things rot.

You fall apart like flowers.

The pretty thing - you are looking at ... is me.

But it is me that still cannot see any of what is coming.

Me that doesn't even know where to look.

Me that can see - only the drawer that opens

and the claw that closes.

The bell that rings and the spots that spread.

The holes that pour through and the cord that stretches.

The hammer and the pliers.

And the terrible book.

And the face of the woman who wrote it all down.

The me that can see only the name. Only her name.

But the rest of what is coming cannot be seen, even as I look right at it.

It is a terrible thing to look at oneself - and all the while see nothing.

Hello?

I had arrived in the first few days of August, hired to care for Ms. Blum.

The winter of that year proved to be unseasonably warm,

and by February, all that was left of the snow

on the sides of the highways had turned mostly black.

It rained too much in the spring,

and the fruit in the trees hung heavy at the ends of bent branches.

The sun in the summer months was unreasonably hot

and stung my bare shoulders whenever I let it.

I remember thinking that it felt like fall would never come.

And then it never did.

Hello?

I have heard myself say

that a house with a death in it

can never again be bought

or sold by the living.

It can only be borrowed from its ghosts.

And so it is.

The house that stands

at the end of Teacup Road

near the town of Braintree, Massachusetts.

You may borrow it from me.

Because the memory of a death

is a thing that stays,

pressed deeply in place

like type on paper.

Even after it has been covered up

with nothing left to see.

And still I think I'll stay

for one more look at her.

This - is how I let myself - rot.

The pretty thing you are looking at...

is me."

' I Am The Pretty Thing That Lives in The House ' via IMDB

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MEAT TIER LIST BREAKDOWN

Some facts about me before we start: I have a mild allergy to the seasoning they put on store bought seafood, so I can only eat certain brands. This may affect the final results. I have an Iron deficiency, and crave red meat. This may affect the final results.

S TIER:

Steak: Steak is probably my favorite meat of all time. I don’t think there’s a single moment in my life I ever went ‘hm, I’m not feeling steak right now’. You can cook it any way, and it’ll be delicious. Though personally, my favorite is grilled with a bit of steak sauce. If it’s well done, then you have a perfect stir fry add on. If it’s medium, then you’ve got a good steak! Rare? It’s juicy, and tender! Blue? A risk taker, I see, though you have good taste. And the best part about steak is undoubtably the juice it leaves. When you’ve finished your steak, you have a whole plate of tasty red juice you can put on baked potatoes, mashed potatoes, broccoli, or eat by itself! I love steak. 10/10

Crab: I grew up on the beach, so I’ve been eating freshly caught crab since I was little. I used to make my parents cut the eyes off the crab before I cracked it open with a hammer because it made me feel bad to see it looking at me, but now that I look back on it that makes me feel worse?? Anyways, most of the crab is pretty meh, but woah, that hidden meat. It’s the tiny bit of meat at the butt end of the crab, right under the gills, and it’s fucking godly. It’s sweet, and savory, and amazing. Don’t just go out and buy it from the store, you have to eat it freshly boiled to really experience the hidden meat. I believe it’s normally called jumbo lump, but I always called it hidden meat. Anyways, eating crab is an experience you should have in your life time. 9/10

Shrimp: I. Fucking. Love. SHRIMP. I love shrimp. I love how fun they are to eat, I love their stupid little crust you have to eat around, I love them. Buy a ring from the grocery store (I’m allergic to the bag kind), pop em’ in some hot water to melt the ice, and eat up. They’re amazing. Any time I’ve had a new food I love, and didn’t know what was in it, it always ended up being shrimp. Unfortunately, a point is deducted for being bugs and having the legs that make me squimish. 8/10

A TIER:

Brotwursts: Brotwursts are just better sausages. They’re big, enough for a whole meal on their own, and they always cook up nice. Also, whenever I eat them, I hear ‘Doofenshmirtz quality brotwursts’ jingle in my mind. 7/10

Chicken: It’s chicken. Everyone’s had chicken. It ranges in quality, but it’s never bad. You know what chicken tastes like, and chicken is A tier. 7/10

Filet Mignon: I’m gonna be honest, I’m not a fan of filet mignon. I always buy it on special occasions because it’s expensive and it feels good to ball out (by ball out I mean spend twenty dollars on a steak), but it’s just mid. It has a noticably different flavor than a standard ribeye or new york strip, but it’s just… eh. It’s more tender, but it’s lacks that oomph that other steaks have. I feel like if I drank wine with it and pretended I was eating out, then it would be better, but wine gives me headaches. 6/10

Mushrooms: I like mushrooms. Stuffed mushrooms, breaded mushrooms, they’re all good. My standard way of cooking them is with salt and pepper and a bit of worcestershire sauce. They’re a good side, especially with steak, but they could never be their own meal. I haven’t had mushrooms such as the chicken of the woods or the giant puffball like I’ve seen reccomended in foraging circles, only the grocery store white kind and some porterbellas I wasn’t a fan of, but I’ll update this when I do finally get my hands on some. 7/10

B TIER:

Hamburger: I like hamburgers. Granted, my standard order is only two buns and a patty, maybe with some cheese if I’m feeling frisky. I’ve never had a homemade patty that I really enjoyed, though. They’re always either oozing juice or burnt to a crisp. And while there is an argument for both of those, I don’t want to take a bit of my burger and have a tsunami hit the back of my throat. 6/10

Ham: When most people cook ham, they always either make a honey glazed, or an unseasoned ham. While honey glazed is good, It’s a bit too sweet for my taste, and unseasoned is boring. But! I do love deli meat ham. Paper thin slices off the bone ham is to die for, I buy like three or four pounds at a time just because I know I’m going to end up eating entire bags in one sitting. 6/10

Salmon: I’m not a salmon fan yet. Every time I eat salmon, I start to like it a little bit more. It’s got a very refreshing taste, but my favorite is with a bit of lemon juice. And by a bit I mean a lot. Girly is SOAKED when I finally get a forkful. I also like how it just pulls apart, it makes my lizard brain happy especially since cutting the food is the worst part of a meal. Someday salmon will be up there, but right now, it’s just okay. 5/10

Salami: Salami tastes pretty good. It’s a nice type of sausage, and I like to eat it as a snack, but my beef is with PEPPERONI. I always eat too much and it makes my mouth hurt because I’m a wimp with no spice tolerance :( 6/10

C TIER:

Chicken Patty: I’m going to count chicken nuggets for this one as well. Chicken burgers are okay, not great by any means, but fine. Chicken nuggets are also really good. But you eat so many of them and they stop tasting like chicken anymore, and start tasting like hunger. I’m pretty sure I’m 50% chicken nugget at this point, and I don’t even know if I like them. 5/10

Lobster: If someone unsuccesfully tried to fuse crab and shrimp. I had it once at a club and I genuinely can’t place a single adjective to describe it’s taste. Like, I’d eat it if I was hungry enough, but it also made me throw up on the way home. 4/10

Pork Chop: I hate pork chops, straight up. I actually went pork free for a while because of a bad experience with a pork chop, but I said it was for a diet cause I’m a fake ass little bitch like that. It’s always either dry or juicy, and neither works for it. The fat doesn’t cook off, and it just makes me sad. I’ve never had a good pork chop, and probably never will, but at least it’s not the worst form of pork. 4/10

Rib: Okay, imagine with me. You’re in a really loud restaurant with your parents as a teenager, and your ears hurt and you’re tired and the lights are too bright, and nothing on the menu looks good. Eventually, a waitress comes up to you, and asks what your table wants. Everyone places their orders, and when she finally gets to you, you stumble through thoughts and just say ‘the ribs’. Half an hour later, your ribs get there and you cry. Because this night just got worse. They’re either dry (a common symptom of meat on this list), or slathered in sauce. Pray it’s not the latter, or else you’ll end up running to the bathroom to wash a metric fuckton of sauce off your mouth and hands and neck that leaves you with a rash for days. After fiddling with how to hold your rack of ribs, you finally take a bite and… it’s fucking mid. It’s mid. It tastes like pork pretending to be steak. It hurts to eat, because you have to unhinge your jaw around the bone and nibble bits of meat off, and you end up absolutely stuffed after just two of the four. 4/10

D TIER:

Bacon: Bacon sucks. It’s the unhealthiest part of the pig, for one. And for another, it’s not even tasty. It tastes like grease. If you cook it for too long, it’s crumbly. If you don’t cook it long enough, it’s flimsy. If you somehow manage to time it to the microsecond and cook it perfectly, congrats! It’s still fucking shit. It tastes disapointing, and that is the worst crime. 3/10

Bologna: Be honest, have you ever enjoyed bologna? We all had the same pack in the fridge when we were kids, yellow backdrop and all. And there was always that one kid who for some reason wreaked of bologna?? It’s not even a strong smelling food like dude how did you end up like that??? Deli ham is superior. 2/10

Turkey: Why do we celebrate thanksgiving with a turkey. It sucks. It feels like a sad food. Even if it’s not the breast, even deli turkey sucks. You can taste the poor living conditions of the bird. 3/10

F TIER:

Hotdogs: Everyone looks at hotdogs in the store and thinks ‘wow hotdogs yum’, and they buy a pack, and when they get home, it’s always upsetting. It tastes like what’s in it, be it boiled steamed or fried, pig heart and cow liver. 2/10

Spam: Meat should not come in a can meat should not come in a can meat should not come in a can meat should 1/10