#wrath writes

[wrathofrats]

Mold me to another form, Press me till I'm raw and sore

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Happy mountain March have the virgin mountain fic I’ve been teasing for a second. @everybodyshusband COME GET UR FOOD BB

3.5k of pebble and ivy torturing mountain because he’s new and flustered and doesn’t know what he wants and the opportunity that presents itself is too good.

Warnings for voyerism/exhibitionism, some degrading, slight slight manipulation if you squint, little bit of pain but blink and you’ll miss it.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him”

Or mountains a cute new summon and pebble and ivy can’t help but sexually frustrate him to no end.

It really wasn't mountains faults.

Pebble had told him to meet him in the greenhouse for a lesson. Enriching the soil or harvesting or something, he didn’t catch it. A quick note in between staring at Ivy who was wrapped around him in the common room. Honestly he barely mumbled out the time before Ivy was pulling his attention away once again.

He enjoys watching them, a mixture of jealousy and tantalization at seeing the two be so close and physical all the time. They brought a sense of loving comfort and a more sensual edge to them, at least to mountain, who was often at their heels learning his way around the abbey.

Mountain walks out into the garden to meet them, seeing no trace of the two. His eyes widened at the more than familiar sounds coming from the back corner where the greenhouse stood. Hushed whispers and moans that were unmistakable even to the new ghoul. The sounds grew louder as he walked closer, mountains feet moving completely on their own accord as if some weird part of his brain actually wanted to get a glimpse of them.

The door opens slowly, mountain internally cursing the old thing for being so rusted that he can barely get it unlatched without it telling on him. His hands shake as they grip the handle, the guilt and shame of trying to watch them making his breath hitch, but he can’t force himself to stop. The greenery covers him as he ducks to peek around the corner.

Pebble has Ivy bent over and pinned against a workbench. One claw digging deep into his hips and the other wrapped around the base of his cock.

“dont you fucking dare cum, be good and take it”

“pebble please I need it I-“

Mountains face flushes deep crimson at the sight of them. The waning sunlight reflects off of the tears slipping down ivy's face and the sound of him whimpering against the wood has mountain breathing heavily.

But pebble? The way pebble treats Ivy like he’s something to use makes mountain feel indescribable. He almost chokes when he hears how pebble speaks to him, at how pebble rakes his nails down his skin and smiles when ivy cries out in pain. It feels weird and his pants are too tight and he shouldn’t be watching this. He's dirty, perverted but it’s impossible to tear his eyes away from them.

A quiet, high pitched whine is ripped from his throat as he adjusts in the uncomfortable position he had settled in, hard and too worked up to think straight.

Suddenly pebbles head turns towards mountain.

“Looks like we have an audience honey suckle”

Mountain can barely open his mouth to try and stammer out an apology before pebble keeps speaking. His hand moves faster where it’s still gripping ivy, forcing him further into the wood beneath him as he cries out.

“Come on Ivy, cum for him” pebble yanks ivys head to the side by his hair to look at mountain. Pebbles hands are quick on Ivy’s cock and before he knows it ivys spilling all over pebbles fist with mountains name on his tongue.

It’s overwhelming, and mountains head clouds as he once again tries to apologize but pebble is too quick for him to react properly. Any thoughts being overpowered by the situation he’s found himself in. Guilt and arousal combined to subdue the regret in his throat almost completely.

Pebble gestures him over without a word, motioning for him to kneel on the grass in front of him. A hand brushes his lips before he realizes what pebble is telling him to do. He doesn’t feel in control of himself as his lips part, staring into pebbles eyes like he’s being controlled and pebble just slips his fingers into his mouth, wiping ivys release onto his tongue before placing his hand under his chin to close it.

“Good boy”

Through blurry vision mountain watches pebble hastily redress himself and ivy, hoisting him back onto shaky legs and giving him a once over accompanied by a sweet kiss. Pebbles attention turns back to mountain, also offering him a hand up and a pat on the cheek before walking out.

It seems like a game to pebble, a joke of some sorts that only really he is in on. The wicked smile as he caught mountain, then looking at him innocently like he hadn’t just made him lick someone else’s cum off his fingers. Mountain doesn’t know what to think.

A haze takes over him whenever he bumps into the two, the memory of the greenhouse incident being the only thing he can think about when he sees pebbles face. Innocent exchanges having mountain flustered and walking off to cool himself down even though nothing has happened.

The interactions don’t stay innocent however.

Mountain chalks it up to a wrong place, wrong time situation instead of anything more sinister. He can’t be blamed for freezing as he notices the lewd wet sounds coming from the living room. Especially since pebble just can’t keep his mouth shut.

Pebble sits on the couch with ivy nestled between his legs. Fingers tangled in his soft brown hair guiding his mouth up and down on his cock.

“What do you think mountain would think if he saw me use you like this sweet pea?” Pebble coos, a mocking smile to his voice that has Ivy whining, muffled and high in his throat. Mountain doesn’t know what to do with himself besides stand still and watch trying to hide himself behind the stair railing.

“Would he just think you’re a dumb whore? Maybe he’d want his own turn with you?” Ivys cheeks heat up more than they already had just thinking about it. Another soft, pathetic sound escapes his throat as pebble pulls hard on his hair, taking him off of his cock. Mountain can’t tear his eyes away, can’t retreat back up the stairs as he knows he should. He feels gross, like he shouldn’t be catching them, shouldn’t be thinking about them like this.

“Oh I know baby, maybe we can ask him” pebble smiles, talking just a bit too loud to be a coincidence.

It’s on purpose. Pebble is a fucking tease.

Every incident is set up just so mountain can catch them. Fucking ivy in plain sight where he knows mountain will be and honestly it’s just to see how much he can get away with. How far he can take his shenanigans before he breaks the innocent ghoul and forces him to use his words to tell them what he wants.

Ivy can’t act innocent either, absolutely involved in the game along with pebble. He plays himself up just to see mountains reaction. Moans when pebble mentions him knowing damn well he’s just around the corner. A bit of pity stays in the back of his mind, but the knowledge that mountain wants them so badly he barely knows what to do with himself is more than enticing to him. He craves the attention he gets from it, craves the fact that someone else needs him. Ivy especially loves how possessive pebble gets at knowing this too, that he needs to show Ivy off like some sort of trophy. So he continues to play along, presenting himself as a good little toy.

Mountain struggles. Hes jumpy, cautious when entering rooms like he might just walk right in on something he’s not meant to. Slow to come around corners and down the stairs, always listening a bit too intently. Pebble and ivy honestly find it cute how careful he appears to be, considering they know how much he likes stumbling upon them.

It doesn’t take much for mountain to break.

Walking in on them almost daily for a week has him about to fall to his knees and beg in front of pebble's door. Not even knowing what he’s asking for, just knowing he wants.

The last straw is walking in on the two again in the living room.

Once again slowly creeping down the stairs, listening intently for any signs he should instead abandon the idea and leave. He doesn’t hear it at first, assuming he’s safe until he’s too far into the room to back out.

Ivy sits on the couch with pebble settled between his legs this time. Both of his hands cover his face but mountain can tell how flushed he is. His breathing is ragged, heavy, as if he’s desperately trying to calm himself down and the smile on pebbles face tells mountain all he needs to know.

Something about Ivy’s cock twitching and leaking as pebble kisses at the head absolutely destroys him. Saliva pools in mountains mouth, and he can’t help but straight up gawk at the situation in front of him.

Hes been caught, he knows he has, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Pebble makes eye contact with him from the floor as he kitten licks ivys tip, curiously eyeing mountain as he lets a line of drool fall from his lips and down the shaft. It feels more like a command than just making him watch, the way his eyes shift as if he is beckoning mountain over to him.

He goes anyways, even if he isn’t sure. They’ve been teasing him for so long he can’t bring himself to believe it’s not on purpose anymore. The upwards curve of pebbles lips confirm his thoughts as he nods downward, motioning mountain to kneel beside him.

“Come on, you know what to do big guy”

Mountain looks back at him with something that can only be described as panic. He looks like a deer in head lights with his fingers digging into his knees

“I- I wouldn’t wanna intrude” he attempts to stammer out, looking for any excuse that doesn’t make him sound entirely incompetent.

“You aren’t, look at the poor thing, he’s been wanting your mouth for a while big guy” pebble smiles, with the tiniest bit of giddy to his voice knowing mountain has no clue what he’s doing. Practically taunting him.

Ivy can’t even look down at the two. He continues to hide his face with his hands, red and teary eyed and with how hard and angry his leaking cock looks, mountain can’t imagine how long pebbles been edging him, just waiting for him to show up.

“Just think you’d be better at it” mountain whispers

“Oh do you? Never done this before maple leaf?”

“No i-“ mountain starts, the blatant lie dying in his throat.

“Did you hear that sweet pea, you get to be mountains first” pebble smiles, claws gripping ivys thighs to get his attention. “Aren’t you honored to be able to be the first to fuck his sweet mouth?”

Ivy barely responds with something akin to whimper as pebble scratches him harder, his cock twitching once again at the pain.

“Just watch”

Pebble grips ivy at his base, giving him a good slow lick from root to tip before taking the head in his mouth. Ivy can’t help but give a pained whine when pebble pulls off once again with a little pop, lips pink and a little swollen from teasing Ivy for who knows how long.

There’s a tug at mountains shirt, pebble pulling him to be between ivys legs instead.

“Show me what you learned, cmon”

It’s so clumsy, mountain loosely grips Ivy in fist as if he’s scared to hurt him. He takes a second to look up, before thumbing over his tip as he watches more pre drip down the head, running down his shaft. He feels mesmerized, watching in awe while Ivy reacts to his every touch.

Mountain chases it with his tongue, licks a thick stripe up ivys shaft to catch it and ivy can’t help but almost buck into his mouth at the sensation.

“Don’t be greedy” pebble snaps at the earth ghoul above them “I’ve taught you better manners than that”

Ivy somehow goes more red than he was, mumbling out an apology behind his hands.

Mountain doesn’t even process most of the conversation, much too caught up in ivys taste. Something between tree sap and honey with his own musk mixed in. He can feel the pulse in his dick, the way it throbs in his hand and the entire situation in front of him is the only thing mountain can really focus on.

Pebble places a loving hand in his hair to attempt to coax him back to earth. His thumb strokes his scalp while mountain just stares at Ivy’s dick. Cleaning him delicately with his tongue as if he’s savoring the taste. Pebble pushes down on his head slightly to find it's much too easy to guide mountains mouth down, using barely any force to coax Ivy’s cock down his throat.

“Just keep those pretty lips open, relax”

Mountain gags a little, making pebble ease the pressure on his scalp off.

“Just breathe through your nose, relax, you’re ok” pebble tells him, voice softer than mountains ever heard it and honestly the kindness makes his vision blur. A complete whiplash to the usual harsher, more sarcastic tone he has.

Ivy isn’t very big, a decent couple inches, not very thick around but mountain struggles anyways. He tries hard, really gives it his best, letting pebble pull him up and down. His eyes water as he tries to force himself to relax. It feels weird, not bad, but it’s different. There comes a point where he’s practically bobbing on his own, pebble barely using any pressure anymore and mountain truly seems in a trance, almost cock drunk just off of only sucking on ivy for a couple minutes.

Pebbles other hand holds Ivy tightly at his base to prevent him from cumming embarrassingly early. Being edged for god knows how long combined with the sight of pebble practically teaching mountain how to use him, it’s just too much for ivy, and pebble absolutely knows that.

It’s a weird power trip for mountain to watch Ivy squirm above him, knowing he’s completely out of his mind with need just from his mouth. The sight of him desperate and practically ruined only fueling mountain to keep going as long as pebble lets him. Ivy’s hips buck as his legs shake, no doubt getting too close for pebble to be able to stop him anymore.

Pebble pulls mountain off just as Ivy is about to tip over the edge, quickly hooking a finger into his mouth to force it open. The other hand strokes Ivy, working him through his orgasm as he releases onto mountains face. He hungrily laps at what little bit got onto his lips and tongue. A dazed, static feeling settles into his brain and he can’t bring himself to close his mouth again. Hot and flushed, panting as ivys cum still sits warm on his skin. Mountain looks completely ruined, and pebble can’t help but feel proud of the two, if not jealous.

The sight of mountain completely ruined after just using his mouth is more than pebble thinks he can take. Honestly he can’t help himself. Thinking of the sounds he made with Ivy’s dick in his mouth, the look of submission in his eyes while pebble manhandled him into doing what he wanted, it’s too much for him to not need to get his hands on mountain himself.

He finds him in the greenhouse a couple days later. Leaned forward against the workbench mixing soils. There’s a tense smile as pebble walks in, mountain clearly being wary of the situation but knows what’s probably about to transpire anyways. He turns and backs up without being made to, giving easy access for pebble to drop to his knees in front of him.

There’s a struggle with mountains belt, pebbles shaky hands clumsily undoing the metal, an uncharacteristic nervousness about him as he works. He fumbles with the zipper, tugging at his jeans and boxers until he can pull mountain out fully.

Pebbles mouth waters. He almost moans when he finally sees mountains cock in front of him. He’s much bigger than he imagined, his hand barely wraps around the base and pebble curses under his breath. Mountain can’t help but feel a pang of pride at the way pebble acts so flustered at seeing his size.

His tongue darts out to kitten lick at the head, making mountain lean back to grip the workbench and push his hips forward slightly in hopes pebble will just swallow him down instead of playing his usual games.

A line of spit falls from pebbles lips and runs down his shaft. He makes a display of himself, mouth wide as he continues to tease, looking up at mountain through his eyelashes. He swirls his tongue around the head, before licking a fat line from his base, catching the small amount of pre that’s already started to form. He continues to tease until mountain is gripping the bench behind him so hard he’s sure there will be nail indents in the wood when he’s finished, cock angry and red and borderline painfully hard.

Swallowing him down is much more difficult than he thought, jaw aching at the size but pebble craves to feel him down his throat, stretching his mouth wide and making him gag. Mountain can barely bring himself to look down at the ghoul below him. It’s the first time he’s realized how much smaller pebble is than him, watching that hot, tight little mouth wrap around him and pebble can barely fit half of his cock down his throat before he’s gagging.

It’s hard for pebble not to feel smug. Getting him worked up and desperate, being the first to have his mouth on him. The sore throat the next day will only be a trophy for that testimony, a badge of honor. He wants to stay there, tease him for hours until mountain has tears in those big brown eyes but he just needs to feel him cum down his throat. Hes quick, sloppy, doesn’t want to take his time anymore, just wants to hear what mountain sounds like when he comes apart. Saliva runs down his chin as mountains hips move on their own, fucking up into pebbles mouth and in any other situation he’d chastise him but he can’t bring himself to care. It's easier than he thought, mountain attempting to choke out a warning only a couple minutes in but there’s barely an intelligible word before he’s shooting down pebbles throat.

Pebble pulls off with a pop, muttering a couple praises before smiling and leaving as if nothing happened.

He needs to tell Ivy, craves to be able to see the look on his face when describes how big he is, what he sounds like, what he tastes like, practically bragging about being able to get him like that.

He waits until he’s got Ivy pressed against the mattress, hands on his hips with his lips close to his ear

“Fucking massive, he would probably just split you in two if I ever met him get his hands on you honey suckle” pebble whispers, thrusting hard and fast while Ivy chokes on his own moans at what pebbles telling him.

“Probably would break my pretty toy, don’t know if I’d be able to let him have you doll”

Pebble can feel Ivy go tight around him, eyes crossing at the idea as pebble fucks him. The mixture of the way pebble rails him into the bed and the idea of mountain being so big he could break him, has ivy drooling, brain short circuiting before he’s almost begging for it. He simply needs to witness it for himself.

“Barely could get my hand around him, only god half of him in my mouth before I started gagging” pebble chuckles, “god should’ve heard him when he came down my throat, would’ve recorded it if I want so selfish”

Ivy tries not to moan, focuses on not saying mountains name and pebble can tell he’s struggling to control himself

“Cmon honeysuckle, know you want to say his name, cry out for him doll and maybe I’ll let him have you” he taunts

Ivy continues to stay silent besides the small noises forced from him as pebble uses him.

“Tell me what you want baby, go on”

Ivy fights himself to say it because he can’t imagine being allowed to be desperate for someone else let alone cry out their name while pebble has his cock in him. A hand grips his hair, pulling his head back.

“Say it”

“Fuck- need mountain to break me, need him to use me and fuck me open, need him to fucking split me in two pebble please-“

The embarrassment in ivys voice is reward enough for pebble, laughing at how shaky he is before releasing the grip on his scalp.

“Gonna cum for him? Make a mess thinking about how he would fucking ruin you?”

[fragmented-light-sys]

blurry, glitchy, fogged up. vision constantly getting blurry, staring into space like he tries to open up a portal to a different, better world. but it wont save him. so he continues his days. on some days he feels himself slipping through his own fingers more than others. on some days the world is made of paper and 2D objects, on others he loses control of himself and the things he says, taking the blame for something he doesnt even believe himself. he just doesnt want to take responsibility, surely. the others taking him as a scapegoat, as a front for when they do something wrong. he hides it all, stuffs it down so nobody knows. how is he going to explain this anyway.

tiredly he drags himself into his home. “its alright. it was all normal.” he obediently remarks in front of his parents.

[openly-journaling]

Wrath: April 9th 2023

Strangest thing. And we don't normally do this because it's typically pretty cruel but this one delusional person messaged us that is obsessed with "finding the real Hiro" irl and now thinks we're the real Hiro (no we are NOT getting our hiro fictive involved!) BEFORE THAT-

We were actually making fun of them. And again we normally just block and move on. Only thing is this person CAME BACK once more after getting bullied for being an adult looking for this 14 year old that doesn't exist irl. They have harassed SEVERAL people and are so delusional to the point that they are stupid trusting.

So.

They got tricked by some jerk into having intercourse with them that they didn't want in order to "free hiro" which is disgusting! Even if it was just roleplay. Once they believed we were Hiro this person just blindly believed us and gave us their address! LIKE UH???

and apparently the phone number of their guardian. Which we're currently trying to get a hold of to let this person know that, hey uh, this person you're watching.. yeah they aren't safe. They are so not ready to be online and need serious mental help regarding this issue.

We are only good at helping people with minor issues. We are not equipped to deal with genuinely delusional people who cannot be reasoned with.

It feels ironic saying that since that's probably how medical professionals see us as systems. But it's very different when there's a huge level of maturity vs such immaturity that you'd genuinely believe your crush is contacting you through ALTERNATIVE DIMENSIONS and is creating a portal to get to you and is suddenly 17 after some time warping shit and suddenly has a very feminine voice.

Once we get into contact with her guardian we are definitely dropping this charade. I cannot handle whatever this is.

For their sake they WILL remain anonymous. I'll know who they are should I return to read these entries anyway. I just hope we can help protect them before they get seriously hurt.

Especially with one person already having taken advantage of them. Thankfully most people are just ignoring and blocking which is what we should all be doing, actually. She needs to give up and just accept that Hiro isn't coming back.

From what I've gathered, some idiot a long time ago called himself "Hiro Hamada" when texting her and then just started ghosting her suddenly. Or blocked her or something. And she's been searching since. The rest is very personal and unrelated to the story so no need to go there. But whoever started this probably needs help too.. fuck..

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

You want to know why Inigo Montoya remains such an iconic and beloved character even 35 years after the Princess Bride came out?

It's because he's one of the few characters in fiction who has a story where he has dedicated his life to revenge, his whole motivation is about getting revenge....and he gets it! and then he isn't empty or despairing! he doesn't regret it! he's totally satisfied!

because so many stories about revenge or rage are about characters "seeing the futility of their actions" or learning "their desire for revenge has only made them the monsters they hated" FUCK THAT.

Inigo Montoya kills the man who kills his father, is allowed to live in the narrative after and be happy about it and it is so satisfying. it's fantastic. it's iconic.

let more characters rage against the world, bring it down with bloodied hands, and let them be FUCKING RIGHT about it. Let them celebrate their success with sharp grins, and let them live happy, full lives where they always remain proud/fulfilled for what they've done

[bluerosefox]

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

[treasureofmammon]

✨️😈 Living with my 7 lovely demons 😈 ✨️

⚠️Warnings: sexy time is implied, so MDNI. Obviously biased, beware of point 7. Silly (maybe even funny?) stuff. Fluff, romance and daily shenanigans. Gn!reader.

** Probably someone has shared about this before, but imagine the 7 brothers doing demon like stuff, but after literally living with them, these aren't actually so scary, just misunderstood and/or harmless:

(Waking up at 3:00 AM, feeling watched): You wake up at 3:33 AM without a reason. You sit on bed confused, the darkness of the even nighter nights in the Devildom always has a lugubrious air no matter where or when, and this one is no exception. Suddenly, an almost inaudible creak fills the silence of the room and a chill runs down your spine, you feel watched, so, slowly, you turn around, just to be met by two glowing orange eyes looking back at you, wide open, registering your every move like an animal about to hunt you down, but: —H-hey MC, so-sorry I woke you up, I didn't mean to. B-but now that you're up, d-do you wanna play video games?—. You sigh, trying to get your heart pace back to normal: —S-sure, Levi—.

(Sleep paralysis): It's cold, so before going to sleep, you filled your bed with cozy, warm, and fluffy pillows, covers, bedsheets, and stuffed animals; you crawl in and let the warm surrounding you lull you to sleep. However, you wake up in the middle of the night feeling a pressure in your chest. You can't move, even when you try to; breathing is also hard, so you start to panic and between the difficulty breathing and the beginning of a hyperventilating episode, you feel dizzy. Even worse, you swear there's something pinning you down and numbing your body so you can feel the panic rush within you, and your survival responses are starting to activate. Then, a pair of glowing purple eyes rise above you, looking at you deeply, as if knowing all your weaknesses; whatever this is, could definitely (has already) kill you. But: —MC? Why are you so agitated? Sorry, I was napping with my head on your chest. Did that make you breathe like that?—, you let your worries melt down with a sigh of relief: —Oh, Belphie. I'm so glad it was just you...—, —Huh?—.

(Temptation): Asmodeus always takes you to the best shopping sites in the Devildom. Majolish has turned in your favorite: from the obvious products like clothes and shoes to the smallest ones like the accessories. Absolutely everything is so stylish... and so expensive. So when you see the best pair of shoes ever you can't take your eyes off, it's as if these are cursed and you are falling right into the trap: —I want these...—, you let the words scape your lips in a whisper, still, Asmo is able to catch it: —Oh hon, they'd look so good on you!—, —B-but if I buy them, I wouldn't have grim for the rest of the week—, —You can always ask for more from my dear big brother; besides, my brothers are always giving you whatever you want, aren't they? You have to do whatever it takes to take these with you. You'd look absolutely adorable!—. With his gorgeous delicate hands on your shoulders, his glowing pinkish cute eyes, and a devilish grin, Asmo sweet-talks in your ear; whether or not you're strong enough to resist temptation is another story. Short after, while you walk out the store, pouting, you hear Asmo apologize behind you: —I just wanted you to get something you like...—, his sincere and sadden tone of voice softens your heart, you can't stay mad at him for long.

(Uncontrollable rage): Lately, certain classes at RAD are getting more and more difficult. You sit at your desk in your bedroom, trying to memorize the spells in front of you; but that proves to be hard when your room reverberates like it does right now. Your upstairs neighbor, the elite and smart blonde haired demon with glowing green eyes, it's looking for a book, and so, the piles of them fall all over the wooden floor making yours rumble and rumble. Within you, a burning anger flourish, you feel his mark tingle, and all the patience, love, and respect you have for him dissappears momentarily, and it's replaced by an unwavering rage. You snap: —SATAN! STAY!—, a final thump is heard above you, and you sigh, a little satisfied and much much more disappointed on yourself for letting his own sin take over you through your connection. Later, you apologized, and he forgives you with open arms because none of you can stay angry at each other. You kiss his cheek, and he smiles dumbfounded: —I'll help you study then—, he says.

(Talking in tongues): The dining room is empty, lighted poorly by the dim candles in the wall holders. A feel of lurking unknown and danger fills the room, it must be because of the imposing figure that looks down on you with glowing bloody-red eyes. It feels like he's ready to launch on you. But rather, Lucifer stands right in front of you, waiting. Really, he looks at your confused face, his own has a small grin of satisfaction drawn. You open your mouth and let out a guttural voice that rumbles around the room, followed by a cracked movement of your neck and your face contort with a disgusting expression. Saliva drops from your mouth, and your hands grab fervently to your chair, between screams and incomprehensible wording. For any regular human, the sounds you make have no coherence and could even be enough to either take you to a psych ward or a church. But: —Excellent!— Lucifer responds, —And that's how you say: "Good morning, Lord Diavolo" in our language!—.

(Hearing sounds, things moving of their place, paranormal activity): Sitting at your room's vanity table, you get ready for school. Today, you're especially early because you're on cooking duty this morning. Although your room is right next to the kitchen, you prefer to wake up at dawn and get ready to cook the gigantic portions that Beel eats. Even though calling it "dawn", it's a stretch as there's no sun in the Devildom that differentiates the day from the night, —Sometimes I miss the Sun— you admit to yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted by a thump. Followed by another, and another. You run towards the sounds without a thought. When you're almost about to cross the kitchen's threshold, a plate flies past your face and breaks against the hallway wall behind. You glup, but take a moment to see the disaster happening right in front of you: everything in the kitchen rumbles, the cabinets' doors open and close frantically; the plates and glasses in them clink, hitting against each other, or flying across the room in dangerous speed, or falling from the furniture to the floor and breaking; the fridge's door slaps open and close, and the stuff from within are thrown out empty; you can feel wind gusts all over the space. Until it finally stops, the kitchen: a mess. Behind the counter, what seems so be a creature squatting, feeding itself, dressed in black with insect-like wings on its back. Slowly, you move towards the shadowy figure. But suddenly, it raises, intimidating and terrifying, and a set of purple glowing eyes meets yours; but instead of a threatening voice, a candid one responds with worry —MC? Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, but I was so hungry—. Another of Beel's typical hunger rampages.

(Markings ⚠️🔞): The water falls from the shower, splashing against your skin, and it's finally helping you wake up. You sigh happily, remembering the night before today. That is until you feel a slight sting in your back, you pass your fingers against it, and you can tell it's barely a scratch, but it's there. Once out of the shower, you stand up in front of the mirror and slightly turn your body to see your back, and that's when you ascertain that there are three long scratches in your back. You pout, and yet, you blush: —M-Mammon...—, you whisper the name of the culprit, and yet, he hadn't done anything wrong more than wildly loving you some hours ago. As your fingertips travel against the markings in your skin, you remember his hands touching that same body part, and so, your slight anger fades away, especially when you remember him above you, glowing blue sapphires looking back at you with endearment: —I love ya, MC—, and a kiss that develops and then melts between you two in infinite tenderness.

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[Notes: The characters depicted here belong to the mobile game "Obey me: shall we date" and are owned by Solmare Corporation. The text here was made by me, meaning these are fan-made. | GN!Reader | English is not my first language, so there might be orthographic and syntax errors. I urge you all to interact kindly with this post].

📌 Masterlist

[hidansdarling]

𝕊𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕪 𝔹𝕦𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕤 

Pairing: Satan (Obey Me!) x female reader

Content warnings: nsfw 18+ content, teasing, vaginal fingering, pussy spanking, praise, edging ig.

Word count: 1.2 k

Notes: Satan from OBEY ME NOT THE BIBLE LMAOOOOO

ℝ𝕖𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕡𝕝𝕤 𝕓𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕦 𝕖𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪<𝟛𝟛

During your time in the Devildom, you knew one thing for certain;

The homework was hard. 

You were already at an unfortunate disadvantage being from the human world, where they taught you how to do kinematic equations rather than Devildom law, making the knowledge you already held nearly useless to pull from.

Between unfamiliarity and your time being taken up by shenanigans the brothers pulled you into, you seriously needed to study.

Luckily, Satan was willing to help you out with your studying. 

But he was going to have some fun while he did it. 

You met in his room rather than the library for good reason. 

You sat on his lap, your books set up on the desk in front of you, legs draped over his as his hand slipped under your skirt, your panties long forgotten on his floor. 

You’d struck up a fair deal, for every question you got right, he’d let you finish, but with each one you got wrong, he’d stop. Needless to say, you quickly became each other's favorite study buddy. 

You still tried to do the work you could on your own, only recruiting him for the stuff you really didn’t know. Today, you’d approached him with your homework for your Magical Potions class, only four questions left on the assignment and you had very little idea where to start with them. 

“What are we starting with today, hm?” Satan said, his lips upturning into a smirk as he glanced over the list of questions, his free hand lightly brushing up and down your inner thigh. 

“Potions.” You said, rolling your eyes at the thought, though the actual contents of the assignment made you feel embarrassingly warm, your voice reduced to a mumble as you continued to speak. “Specifically, um, love potions and aphrodisiacs.” 

“How ironic.” He said with a chuckle, placing the sheet down next to you before wrapping his arm around your waist, his head resting on your shoulder, his voice low and sultry. “We’ll start easy, can you tell me what an aphrodisiac is?”

His fingers ghosted up your thigh, dipping under your skirt to begin lightly teasing your clit as he waited for an answer.

The mere anticipation of the moment had you wetter than you were willing to admit, you were almost embarrassed that you couldn’t hide how badly you wanted him. Every time he touched you, he left you wanting more and more of him. Surely, all you had to do was ask, but he wouldn’t let you have what you wanted without at least a little teasing. 

“Um, it’s a s-substance you can use to increase s-sexual behavior.” You stuttered, waiting expectantly for his answer.

Satan loved to see you squirm, so frequently he would increase the pace and pressure with which he rubbed your sensitive bud as you spoke, the way you struggled and stuttered amused him. 

“Good girl.” His low, husky voice dripped with lust as his skilled fingers worked to bring you your high. “That was the right answer.” The way he touched you always sent powerful waves of electricity throughout your body. It was as if he knew what you liked better than you did.  You leaned your head back against his shoulder as your whole body shook with pleasure, biting down on your lip hard to stifle the loud moans he pulled from you. 

Quickly, he brought you to your first release, allowing you a moment to catch your breath before moving on to the next question. 

“Question two.” He studied the question, an amused smirk on his lips. “This one’s a difficult one. You missed class the day this material was covered.” You groaned, that fact perfectly explaining why it was giving you so much trouble. 

Part of you couldn’t help but be a little excited. As much as you loved him allowing you to cum so quickly, the way he punished and edged you was delicious as well. 

“What goes in an aphrodisiac?” His amusement is clear in his voice, knowing you were likely to get this one wrong. His fingers slipped back between your thighs, teasingly rubbing your slit as he coated them in your slick. 

You wracked your brain for even an inkling of the answer, but you were at a loss. 

“Come on, pretty girl.” He teased, gently rubbing his fingers over your aching bud. “Tell me the answer.”

“U-um..” You could almost see the page in the textbook that explained this in your head, could remember none of the words. “I-I don’t know.”

An amused laugh left him as he teased your wet cunt, giving it a light slap after you spoke, causing you to yelp. He laughed again, slipping his long, slender fingers into your sopping hole teasingly. 

“That’s not the answer, darling. Looks like I’ll have to punish you.” 

His pace began slow, his fingertips brushing against the deepest, most pleasurable spots inside you as you moaned for more, your body pressed back against his, your head resting back on his shoulders. 

He indulged you, quickening the pace his fingers pumped in and out of your cunt, reaching down between your legs with his other hand to rub circles around your clit. 

“F-fuck, Satan. F-feels so good.” You moaned, your own hands reaching up underneath your shirt to cup your breasts as he worked, rolling your nipples between your fingertips. 

You couldn’t lie, it was tempting to try and trick Satan, not to bother to tell him when you were close and allow yourself to fall into that blissful pleasure ”by accident”, but you knew better than to try. Besides, Satan knew your body almost better than you did, the tell-tale signs of when you’re about to come etched into his memory. Your thighs trembled as he quickened his pace, your back arching as your orgasm built, hard and fast. 

Satan loved this whole little arrangement. Teasing you like this excited him, and he wasn’t going to hide it. You could feel his hardened cock pressing against your ass as soon as you sat down. The way you squirmed in his lap as he rewarded or punished you made it so hard to wait to bury himself deep inside your pretty pussy, but he knew he had to be patient. He couldn’t give you the best reward until you finished your homework. 

The way your walls fluttered around his fingers tells him that you’re barely hanging on, but he doesn’t stop yet. Satan gets you to the absolute brink of your orgasm, making you think that maybe he might let you of with this one this time. 

He doesn’t. 

Your body shudders as you shut your eyes tightly, your moans and whines for more reverberating throughout the room. This is a sweeter sound than Satan has ever heard, but he can’t slack on his end of the deal.

Just as you’re about to fall off that blissful edge, he stops, pulling his fingers out of you with a low chuckle. 

“S-satan!” You whine, your chest heaving as the pleasure he brought you abruptly disappears. 

“You know the rules, pretty girl.” He says, his tone teasing but stern. “Now, moving on to question three….” 

With Satan as your teacher, you certainly had a long night ahead of you.

[multitrackdrifting]

my concise Final Fantasy 16 review

[merakiui]

Rollo covering his mouth with his handkerchief in disgust will never not be funny to me 😂

He’s so cute. 🥺 it’s so silly and yet so perfect for his character. My favorite thing about this is incorporating the handkerchief in fics and having Rollo using it as a barrier of sorts when he kisses you for the first time. <3 bare lips touching is too much for him!!!! He would combust on the spot.

[m0rbs]

I haven't really deemed any of my recent art block doodles worth posting, but I do still put these lame spacemen to music that makes me want to throw up

[trek-tracks]

Kirk's version of the Kobayashi Maru was hacking the Starfleet simulator.

Spock's version of the Kobayashi Maru was hacking Leonard McCoy's brain.

[wrathofrats]

WRATH PLEASEE WE NEED A FULL FIC OF NEWLY SUMMONED SWISS!! ALL TALK NO BITE FLUSTERED AND SEXUALLY FRUSTRATED MAN

Or the alternate idea of the virgin Swiss fic where he’s a cocky shithead and mountain makes him put his money where his mouth is.

Humiliation, degro, Swiss is a shithead but mountains worse, exactly what it says on the tin

-

“Aether was right, you do look a lot better on your knees”

Swiss perched himself on one of the workbenches in the greenhouse while mountain busied himself with trimming some of the plants that lay below it.

“Is that so?” Mountain straightened his back to look up at the multi ghoul. He had a cocky smile on his face, one leg perched on the wood lazily while the other hung off the edge. Swiss used the toe of his foot to lift mountains chin higher, more of a power move than to make him look him in the eye.

“Mhm, told me your lips get a pretty shade of pink when you’ve been sucking on something”

“Oh and that’s something you’d like to find out isn’t it?” Mountain swatted Swiss’ shoe away to stand up, moving to bracket him against the table immediately earning a surprised look.

“I- um, yeah, wanna see you sucking on something” Swiss scrambles once mountain is looming over him. He looks powerful like this. Enough to make Swiss sweat a bit, staring up at him wide eyed.

“I'm sure you do starlight” mountain grabs his chin lightly, chuckling at his panic before smiling and walking away.

It’s funny to him, the way Swiss talks a big game, always the first one to make a comment but can never back himself up when one of the ghouls threatens to make right on his words. Always backs down, gets flustered and runs off.

It’s cute to him, poor things never had sex topside and insists on continuing to try and talk himself up like he knows anything.

Mountain decides to take it upon himself to teach Swiss a lesson.

-

“Bet you taste a lot better”

Mountain rolled his eyes, snatching the spoon back from Swiss’ hands after letting him have a bite of his ice cream after dinner.

“If you’re so confident about that, why don’t you find out?” Mountain crowds him against the counter. It’s his favorite move to pull, knowing Swiss has a thing for how much bigger mountain is than him and with the way he speaks it’s really not his fault that he uses it against him so often. He can make him stutter just from looking down at him, can feel him chub up in his pants. Hes a bit too easy.

“I’m- I was just about to go to bed actually. Maybe next time” Swiss tries to wiggle out of mountains way. Mountain grabs him by the wrist before he can get too far. Swiss immediately looking at him scared.

“You talk a big fucking game sweetheart, how about you put your money where your mouth is?” Mountain pulls him back closer, leaning over to be eye level with him.

“I’m tired, long day ya know-“ swiss squeaks

“Shame, can’t back up the dirty shit you say?”

“I can”

“Then prove it, based on how often you run off I was starting to think you didn’t know how to do any of the stuff you talked about, honestly thought you were a virgin”

Mountain doesn’t give him anytime to respond, just pulls him along up to his bedroom while he stutters out half assed protests and tries to pull away.

He doesn’t even say anything when he opens the door, simply lets go of Swiss’ wrist and sits down in his chair across from the bed.

“Wha-“

“Go on. Said you wanted to taste me didn’t you?”

Swiss carefully drops to his knees in front of him. He studies his face for any sign he may be joking but he looks deadly serious, lazily laid back in his chair, waiting for Swiss to make the first move.

And he really doesn’t know what the first move is. Doesnt know where to start or what to do and he’s sure mountain can see how confused and scared he is and he’s sure he finds it more amusing than he should.

The belt is slightly tricky much to his embarrassment, Swiss reaches up to undo it, fumbling around until he able to get the leather undone from the metal, and even then he doesn’t know what to do after that.

“Awe there you go, proud of you for getting my belt off darling” mountains voice is condescending. It burns a small fire in Swiss’ stomach to hear mountain speak to him like he’s an idiot, something about knowing he should know how to do this but doesn’t, and is being treated like he’s stupid for not understanding.

The zipper comes next. Swiss pulls it down while looking at mountain for his approval. The only look he gets is one of amusement, making Swiss feel more shame by the second. He finally takes a deep breath before reaching to pull mountain out of his boxers, half hard and

Fuck

He’s huge, a lot larger than Swiss has seen and it’s the eighth time he’s realized he’s absolutely in over his head though his ego would never let him admit that.

Swiss looks like a deer in headlights, breathing heavy and just staring at mountains cock in his hands. He gives an experimental stroke, again waiting for mountain to say something.

“Come on baby, gotta get me fully hard first, you know how to do that right?” He smiles

“Shut the fuck up” Swiss blushes in response still gawking. He strokes him again, tells himself it’s just like what you do when you’re alone and it really doesn’t help when he can feel mountain laugh at him a bit.

“Let me help you-“

He puts his hand over Swiss’, guiding him through the motions. Swiss can only look at how mountains hand engulfs his, while Swiss can barely fit his over his cock, it’s intimidating, wonders if it’ll be too much.

“Gonna put me in your pretty little mouth? You seem to be so good with it right?” Mountain mocks

“I am” swiss grumbles, batting mountains hand away from his. He opens and closes his mouth a couple times, unsure of where to start. Clumsily puts his mouth on the tip, licking delicately before attempting to swallow him down.

Barely half fits in his mouth, the tip hitting the back of his throat. Swiss gags, pulls away and coughs, looking back up at mountain with tears in his eyes from the sensation.

“You poor thing. Gonna let me show you? I should feel honored being the first one to show you what having a good cock in your mouth is like”

A bright red blush forms on Swiss’ cheeks, letting mountain open his mouth and guide himself inside. It’s embarrassing, he’s hard and needy and can’t even fucking give mountain a proper blow job and he thinks if something doesn’t happen soon he may start humping the chair out of instinct.

Mountain doesn’t push as far this time, letting Swiss just hold him in a comfortable position and get used to the feeling. A bit of drool runs down his chin from his mouth being held open. His jaw aches a bit but fuck mountain tastes good, exactly like he thought he would. Salty, musky, Swiss could probably sit like this forever if he weren’t so pent up already.

A leg presses slightly against him in this position, making him whine around mountain.

“That needy? Oh honey, have you even ever been touched like this? Do I get to be your first?” Swiss prays mountain loses the condescending tone or he may actually cum in his pants from embarrassment. He pulls out, leaving Swiss panting and drooling all over himself.

“Please- mountain just need something I don’t care please”

“Admit it first. If you want to always act like such a whore admit that I’m your first”

Swiss whines at the words, can’t bring himself to do it. Can’t tell mountain what he already knows.

“Please just give me something I need it, Please”

“Then go on. If you’re not so inexperienced I shouldn’t have to give you anything should I?”

“Fine- please I’m a virgin I’ve never done anything you’re my first just please touch me, wanna cum, wanna cum because of you”

Mountain can’t help but coo at the pathetic thing at his feet.

“Good boy”

[fragmented-light-sys]

he wakes up with bruises and scratch marks all over him. he looks down on himself. "why did you do that to me?" he asks.

"do what? i didnt lay a hand on you.", the big shadowy figure in front of him answers.

the figure does not have any marks. no bruises, no scratch marks, no indication that they did this.

“why am i hurt then?” he asks. the shadowy figure does not answer, for they do not know either. they have forgotten too.

he watches the figure walk away again, leaving him with nothing. no goodbye, no consolation, no acknowledgement of his pain.

suddenly a new bruise forms on his arm, and he understands.

“they didnt touch me. they didnt have to.” he says coldly, awaiting the return of the shadowy figure, just like always. he is grateful not to be starving.

[openly-journaling]

Wrath: Sat, April 8th

It's been difficult to remember to journal. Life has become so wonderful since getting down here. Every week we have a sleepover with our partner. We go out and eat or see things or stay inside and snuggle.

Sadly we accidentally tore up the side of our car a little. It's not horrid but the worst part was when it hit our landlords truck. He was kind and understanding and our insurance is covering it. The rain came down and blinded us last minute as we were pulling in to park.

So.. an idea of our schedule is work Monday-Thursday and our boss says he'll start teaching us how to train dogs on Fridays. Saturdays we spent with our partner and Sunday we basically sleep all day.

We still have to do taxes, and apparently this state has a state tax that has to be paid also. We are considering dropping on our GED since our boss has offered us business.

I just guess when we're happy we feel there's less to journal about. On one hand it's like our journal is just a place to drop our vents and occasionally when things are good.

But life still isn't perfect. Because of this safety feeling we've gotten headmates that seem to be fighting and stirring up trouble. I'm guessing to keep us on our feet. Memories from old traumas are trying to slip back in and for once we're not sure how to cope. It was easy in survival mode where it was focus on the now not look back at what was unless necessary for experiences.

We've also gone back to living terrible maladaptive daydreaming stories in our head that we struggle to control. But this has nothing to do with being here. It's being in America in general.

They said it will get worse before it gets better. I hope it gets better. I'm tired of living in fear that this might not last. So I've been living each day to the fullest.

I saw a TikTok about how fear isn't the only tactic of control. But disgust is far stronger than fear, which can be dissipated quickly unlike the feeling of disgust.

--TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE YOU CONTINUE--

--Politics, religion, anti-lgbtq mentions, child grooming mentions, etc--

People have disappeared mysteriously from protests trying to protect trans people or the LGBTQ in general and are still missing apparently. I don't know if that's true but I believe it.

They have controlled Christianity with disgust by telling them we (the LGBTQ) are child groomers. That we hurt children or that we are perverts trying to get into the opposite gender's spaces. They have said that gay men are gross and disgusting for hitting on straight men who are uninterested despite cis straight [white] men doing the same thing to women. And those men still miss the point. They have said we're murderers despite the fact that most every killer is a cis white man. They attack poc and say they are horrible people and all of them are wrapped up in drugs and sex and are generally bad people. That anyone they don't agree with must be disgusting and gross in some way.

I want to turn it back on them so bad. Put up signs that list of all the priests who have harmed children. To put up a list of all the cis people who have created shootings. I want to put up signs talking about how disgusting Christianity is for wanting to kill people they don't agree with.

I want to prove them right. Because no matter how much I scream and cry at the top of my lungs, those blind sheep will continue to see us as monsters. I don't want to prove everything right. Obviously no intention of hurting children. No. I want to prove them how violent we supposedly are. I want to fight back. I'm tired of being backed into a corner.

But the more we fight the more we are also stigmatized. We have every right to fight back and we don't. Whether it's because of fear or simply that we don't have the capabilities right now. The government would just call Martial Law and leave us among ourselves to fight probably.

And us fighting each other is exactly what the government wants. The government wants to keep us divided. But how the hell do we get through to christians? To boomers who have had everything easier, their future promised to them? How do we face boomers that see us as whiny, dramatic, ungrateful, spoiled and lazy? How they see us as disrespectful. How much do they fear us that they have to keep coming up with more labels of disgust over us that they might continue to feel high and mighty?

If we turn those tables onto them will it make things worse? Will they get more violent? Will they open their eyes? They talk all the time about being oppressed but they don't really know what oppression is. Clearly.

If we turn the tables on them, talk about how lazy they are by taking some time off work instead of working hard, or talk about how disgusting they are for taking children to church with them to groom them into religion.. what would happen? They want to just deny everything. And when we deny shit we're apparently liars... Flops

I'm tired of using my words. I'm tired of just sitting here waiting for shit to happen. And if I had nothing to lose I'd sure as hell be doing something. But until they take everything from me, I'm bound to mental chains that keep me in place. Besides. It's best to wait until the right opportunity. When the trouble finds me first. When there's no backing out and it's life or death.

Until then.. I'll stay in this.. place. I don't plan on hurting anyone of course. Even I don't think I have it in me. Not here. I just want to stand my ground. That's all.

[shhhhimwatchingthis]

I see a lot of people talking about the duel between Luke and Percy, and while a lot of people are correctly interpreting the moment where Percy cuts Luke and immediately apologizes and lowers his guard as another moment revealing Percy's fatal flaw --loyalty and love for his friends, an inability to contemplate betrayal and a habit of giving mercy/redemption to those people-- I think a lot of people are misinterpreting, or glossing over the next moment--when Luke retaliates

people seems to be reading the moment where Luke strikes Percy back, knocking him to the ground and drawing blood as a comment on Luke's cruelty and violence,(in contrast with Percy's loyalty and mercy) and while i don't think that's wrong, I think a better way to look at the moment is that Luke's reaction reveals his fatal flaw.

its never explicitly stated in the books, But Rick Riordan mentioned it after The Last Olympian in interviews. Lukes fatal flaw is Wrath. he is angry, blindingly, overwhelmingly angry at the gods, and Kronos is able to manipulate and twist that anger until things go so far Luke is forced to destroy himself to save the world

The duel between Luke and Percy is such a brillant scene, yes because Luke and Percy are foils, yes we see Percy's fatal flaw in Crystal clarity. but we see Luke's too--he reacts in a surge of anger knocking Percy to the ground, making him bleed, ignoring Percys apology because in the moment he doesn't care about reconciliation only revenge, he hesitates only just before killing Percy, his rage taking over. Luke doesn't make Percy bleed in this scene in a moment of cold or calculated cruelty. its swift burning and unthinking anger. its his doom. because the next moment Annabeth reveals herself, sides with Percy, and Luke runs off, isolated, where, if you've read the books, he becomes even more tragically isolated from his friends and vulnerable to Kronos' manipulation

Loyalty and Wrath cost them both in that fight. their fatal flaws indeed.

[bluerosefox]

Invites

"OMA, kill meeeee" Ellie, aka Wrath complained as she allowed her head to 'thunk' on the cafeteria table in the Watchtower she phased into in order to sit in next to a boy dressed in red, yellow, and green.

"Aren't you already halfway there?" Came Robin's response as he took a drink of his water, eyeing his teammate with a raised eyebrow, though it was difficult to tell with his mask in place.

"OMA?" Asked Superboy on the other side of the boy.

"Shush you." She said towards Robin before answering Superboy "Oh my Ancients, it's like OMG but like for us ghosties."

"Tt" "Oh!" Came both their responses.

"So..." began Superboy after a few minutes of silence between them as he looked at Ellie like a confused puppy "Why?"

Ellie groaned and just stayed slumped on the table as she said "Da's dumb Observants council is hosting another dumb ball to try to get him or me hitched again, and like always I'm forced to attend because I'm Da's heir. We both hate it with a passion, most are just stuck up, power hungry, social climbers trying to get into our pants for the royal titles... Espcially if they become our Forevermores."

"Tt, why not just get rid of them? Or simply have your Father dismiss the ball." Robin said, his eye twitching in annoyance just at the thought of it. A ball sounded even more annoying than the gala parties he is made to go to.

"Sounds stressful... Also Forevermores?" Superboy asked, he was always curious of Ellie and her ghost culture but never knew what could be asked or not, he had been warned to never ask how a ghost died after all and that question is normally asked in every ghost hunter video on the internet.

"Forevermores is our term for the ONE. The one and only we will ever be with. Till our final end takes us we are always to be with them only. We are core creatures and bonding on that level is like sacred, we don't rush into bonding like that though. But everyone in the Realms hopes to be either become mine or Da's. And the ball is their best chance at meeting us on neutral grounds." Ellie explained as best as she could for Jon, it was hard trying to explain the type of level a Forevermore was "And to answer you Robin, Da can't. The Observants, despite how annoying they can get with their dumb demands, are part of the system council for the Realms, they're sadly needed to keep things in check hence their name. Da and his friends are still trying to find a loophole to get rid of them though. They were only created when they put Tyrant King to sleep and they still sadly have some backings from other powerful ghosts in the Realms, even an Ancient or two and in order to fully dismiss them we need all Ancients on board. And the ball keeps a lot of ghosts, especially the more powerful ones, errr I guess happy? Most just use it to gossip on neutral grounds, others just like to dance, network, or other junk like that. Basically, when it's not about them trying to get mine or Da's hand in ghost marriage, it's fun so Da can't dismiss it, it'll ruffle to many feathers."

"Wow..." "Tt." Were the response from her teammates.

"Yeah. Da really isn't happy because someone suggested inviting powerful people from a few Mortal Realms this time. Somehow it got approved. So... here." She said as she reached into her own chest, phasing her hand in, and pulled out two green envelopes and placed them on the table in front of them. Both boys stared in surprise to see their names written in dark purple ink and the stylized DP on it.

"CW let me invite you guys personally. Everyone else should be getting theirs in about a few minutes complete with a blaze of green fire and spooky vibes." Ellie said with a strained smile, both happy to invite them but also dreading the questions she'll no doubt have to answer once the invites were sent.