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nightlyrequiem · 2 months ago

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Be Still My Heart

Chapter 3- Trials and Tribulations

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You're the best in the meth industry but a new product suddenly pops up. You and your boss, Valeria, must figure out who is making it so you can take back the market. All the while tension is building between the two of you.

A/N: I have a job interview on Monday! Hope I get the job, but also the idea of working is filling me with dread! But also, I need to start saving up for university! And I need to get my application ready by early October! The only stress relieving activity I have is my writing now.

Tags/Warnings: Illegal Substances, Boss Employee Relationship, Angst, Some Hurt/Comfort, Violence, Manipulation, Suggestive Themes, Smut (But Only in CH20.), Dual POV

The incessant buzzing of the obnoxious florescent lights rarely bothers you, but tonight they're giving you a terrible headache. One that started at the back of your neck and slowly migrated to behind your eyes. A steady, painful throb. Your back is growing sore from how long you've been hunched over your desk, one hand holding up your head, the other lazily scribbling down words and numbers. A growing pile of discarded papers ripped from your notebook mock you from the red tiled floor. A physical reminder of your inability to come up with something satisfactory. You should take a break, you know this, but you fear stopping will disrupt your flow.

And what a great flow it is. It has more in common with a trickle of rainwater beside a sidewalk than it does with a roaring river. You didn't think it would be so hard to add more sugar to a meth recipe, but you're unsure if it will even mix correctly with some of the other ingredients. There's also the matter of its state. Should you melt it? Just pour it in the mix as is? You sit straight and stretch. Raising your arms and twisting your back. There's a dull crack and a slight pinch in your lower spin but the stiffness is alleviated for the time being.

You're feeling stressed about this. What happens if you can't figure out a way to correctly mix the sugar in? You frown, which only worsens your headache. Everything was so simple when all you had to worry about was making the meth high quality. Now you have to contend with new mixtures. You're not even a real chemist, you just took a natural shine to it in high school and didn't do anything more with it. Now instead of honing in on your natural understanding of the chemical world and working with scientists on vaccine or medicine or literally anything actually important, you're hidden away down in an underground lab cooking meth for a drug lord.

The metal door creaks open, and you hear light footsteps approaching. Turning to look you see Corra and her full head of curls approaching you. She smiles easily, full lips pulled back to reveal slightly uneven teeth. It's one of those contagious smiles that make you smile back despite your mood.

"You've been down here for hours." She remarks, leaning against the wall. Corra looks around, surveying the space. "Do you even have a bathroom down here?"

"I pee in a cup." You deadpan. Corra just looks at you, brows furrowing. You feel the need to clarify. "I'm joking."

"Oh." She huffs, breaking out into a small, relieved grin.

Corra leans over your shoulder to peer at your mess of notes.

"What's all that?" She asks you.

"I'm trying to come up with a different recipe for my meth." You sigh. "There's something new going around the streets and it's sweeping through our customers like a disease." You feel a fresh wave of bitterness. At first you marveled at the creation of the orange substance but now you're just pissed off. You're sure it's not originating from Las Almas which means it's big enough to hop cities, states, maybe even the border.

"Looks complicated." She frowns. "You must be so smart to be able to do all that."

You don't feel very smart. If you were, maybe you wouldn't be down here still trying to properly form ratios. "Thank you, Corra." You respond politely. You've learned to just accept compliments even if you don't really believe them. It makes conversations so much easier.

Corra walks up to the large metal cooking contraption and lifts a finger up, caressing the cool surface. You can make out her distorted image on the side. The curving metal dulling her colours.

"How does it work?" Corra inquires. Turning to look at you.

"Uh.. well." You stand up. "I have to measure out the ingredients carefully then mix them together in a certain order." You explain. "Then I pour the liquid solution into this-" You tap two fingers against the metal container. A dull thudding ringing out in the room. "-It heats it and after a couple of minutes travels through those pipes were it slowly drips into the pan. The crystals grow from the dripping liquid."

Corra nods but there's a pinch to her brows that tells you she's still confused. You don't blame her.

"Sounds like a lot of work." She murmurs. "Pretty impressive."

You smile at her praise. It's simple work when you do it enough times. "Thanks."

"Want to go to dinner with me on Friday?" Corra asks suddenly. Looking too casual for someone who just asked another person on a date.

"Like as a date?" You furrow your brows. Feeling nervous now.

"Yeah."

You consider Corra. It's not every day that a pretty girl shows interest in you. You don't exactly feel all that much for Corra, but you think you could. Love is supposed to come when you least expect it, and you certainly aren't expecting it.

"...Sure, yeah okay." You nod. Corra flashes you that smile again and nods, the curls along her face bouncing at the action.

"Great, see you Friday." She turns and walks out of the lab, leaving you to consider her words.

You're getting older. You're not thirty yet but it won't be too long before you are. Not that thirty is old but considering how aged and weathered you feel now... you don't want to think about it. Your dating pool is sad and dry. Not even a puddle. It could be because of how reclusive you are, or the fact that you live in a small town so the population of sapphic women is limited, but you aren't even approached by men either. Not that you want to be, but you aren't sure as to why no one seems interested. Corra is though. You've still got it. You regain your bearings and turn back to your notes. Your headache has reduced into a barely noticeable ache, making it easier for you to think.

after another few grueling hours, you finally finish up three experimental ratios to present to Valeria. You lean down and gather the heap of papers and dump them. You clean up your space, even though you're bone tired and ready to go home and sleep. You gather your notebook and other personal items and make your way to the exit.

You stop at Valeria's office, but she isn't there. You're so used to seeing her sat behind that old desk that your mind blanks at her absence. You turn around and walk down the hall with uncertainty. Unsure of where to find her. You roam around for a while before finally swallowing your nerves and asking one of the grunts. You feel uncomfortable around them. Admittedly, it's a little silly of you to be. Their tatted arms and white wife beaters and chains rouse suspicion in you, despite the fact that you both work for the same evil woman. You're told Valeria is up on the roof so that's where you go.

You walk out onto the roof and see Valeria standing at the railing. Smoke billows from the lit cigarette between her fingers. You approach and begin to speak but stop when she startles.

"Jesus!" Valeria eyes you.

"Sorry." You reply absently. Valeria shakes her head in response.

"We need to put a bell on you." She remarks. "You're disturbingly quiet."

You like the way those words make you feel. "I finished a few recipes for the sugar meth." The sky is darkening. The last of the sun's rays spill over the tops of the mountains in the distance. Lighting up the dusty, orange desert. Not much can survive out here. Besides thorny bushes and tall, spindly cacti. Of which their shadows stretch over the landscape.

Valeria nods. She's relaxed tonight. There's no rigid tension in her shoulders, even her usual scowl has been smoothed away into a resting frown.

"That's good." Valeria says appraisingly. "I appreciate how quick you are with things. I wish the other idiots here would share your work ethic."

Her words amuse you. The corners of your eyes crinkle ever so slightly to show it. "If only."

"I want you to stay late on Friday." She says. "I want you to walk me through the process."

You're about to agree out of habit because you usually don't have anything else going on. Then you remember you have a date.

"Oh. I can't actually..." You say awkwardly. Valeria fixes you with a frown. Dark brows pulled together.

"Why not?" She more so demands an answer than asks for it.

"Well I have a date." You reply. Feeling a little proud. See? You're desirable.

You almost expect Valeria to be dismissive or just not care at all, but she goes quiet. She looks surprised and a little something else you can't quite name.

"Oh." She finally says, her voice sounding oddly pitched, like she's attempting to be nonchalant and failing. "Stay late on Saturday then." She drops her cigarette and snubs it out with her boot just a little too roughly.

"Okay, thank you Valeria." You say. Assuming she's pissed because you're choosing your personal life over work. Well, she'll just have to deal with it.

"Mhm." She turns away, disinterested. "Have a good night."

You offer your own farewell and leave. Feeling a little ruffled by her sudden coldness.

#valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #cod mw2

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666writingcafe · 6 months ago

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Disruption

I knew that I had to get the brothers settled down for the evening before I can even begin to look at any of these applications, and I thought I did a fairly decent job of making sure everyone had what they wanted.

But of course, the moment I sit down at the desk in the study and crack open the first one off the stack of papers, I hear people yelling.

"Why are you talking like that?! You're making fun of me, aren't you?!" That sounds like Levi.

"Wha?" And there's Mammon. "No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya...little guy." Groaning and cursing to myself, I get up and step outside the study.

"Quit calling me that!" Levi shouts. "You...you moron!"

"HEY!" Mammon hollers. "That's no way to talk to your older brother!"

"Older brother?! A total moron like you? I've never thought of you as my older brother, not for a single second!"

"SAY WHAT?!"

"Guys, enough," I gently reprimand. "It's too late for you two to be screaming like this. People are trying to sleep."

"Oh, shut up, Zephyr!" Levi snaps. "This is none of your business!" I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't appreciate you speaking to me in that tone." For whatever reason, my warning makes Mammon laugh.

"You've never been on my level, Levi! Not in the Celestial Realm, and certainly not here! And ya never will be! I'll always be the boss of you!"

"Mammon--" I get interrupted by Levi growling as he rushes up to his brother and punches him in the face, making him stumble momentarily. This is definitely making their fights in my timeline seem like child's play in comparison.

"Say what you want. I'm still strong enough to knock you to the ground."

"You think ya can take me in a fight with those granny punches of yours? All right, bring it on!" Oh, that's not happening on my watch. I'm not about to let them destroy the library. There's no way I can clean up that kind of a mess before Lucifer returns.

So, I clear my throat and say the first spell that comes to mind.

"Bringers of discord, may a curse be upon you! I am the one called Zephyr. Hear me! Transform! May you be small, weak, and timid!" The brothers' eyes widen as a bright light envelops them. Moments later, they've turned into cute little Chihuahuas.

"There. That's better." I'll have to thank Solomon for teaching me that particular curse. It's really effective.

Once Levi and Mammon realize what I've done, they run up to me and begin yipping at my feet.

"Oh, it'll wear off in the morning," I tell them. "I just need to work in peace for a few hours, and I can block out the sound of your barking a lot easier."

"What's going on in here...?" Oh shit. I didn't hear Lucifer come in the house.

This is awkward.

Lucifer stops in front of the library doorway, taking a proper look at the scene in front of him. As he glances between me and the dog version of his brothers, I can see the quick progression of his emotions in his eyes.

Anger.

Confusion.

Irritation.

Contemplation.

Resignation?

"Was it justified?" he sighs. Not the question I expected him to ask, but I can work with it.

"Yes," I respond, trying to sound as confident as I can. "They were interrupting me from my work." Lucifer focuses his attention back on the Chihuahuas.

"Look, it's not like I have the time or skills to string them up properly to the ceiling--" He holds up his hand, signaling for me to shut up.

"It's fine," he tells me. "I'll take them for a walk. Just do what you need to do for Lord Diavolo." I'm taken aback as he walks over and scoops the dogs up in his arms. I fully expected for him to tear into me for punishing his brothers without his knowledge or consent, but he hasn't even given me a light warning to not do it again.

And then I smell it.

Nutmeg.

I'm lucky that he turns his back to me quickly and swiftly walks out of the library, for I can't hide the growing smirk on my face to save my life.

This is definitely going to amuse Barbatos.

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#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me lucifer

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us3rnam3-r3dact3d · 2 months ago

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how do u come up with your titles? they read like song lyrics- and if they are could u drop the songs 👀👀++ to what extent does that song influence the story? (my bad if you've answered this before I have terrible memory)

-🦀

Ooohhh crab anon, the bag of worms you opened!! You are completely right, (almost) every title of my stories have come from song lyrics. And not only have I compiled the songs for you, I’ve written a lil blurb on why I chose that song and included recommended songs for each fic with applicable lyrics. I hope these satisfy!

another cup of wine | “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl” Looking Glass

Listen, I’m gonna be real with y’all. This one is just because Darlin’ and Sam drink wine out of cups instead of glasses. No deeper meaning here, just an applicable lyric I liked. The song does have a sort of swag and divorced dad rock vibe that I think Sam in particular would listen to.

Recommended listening

“He Needs Me” Shelly Duval

“I’ll take a chance / I will because he needs me”

“No Choir” Florence + the Machine

“And it’s hard to write about being happy / ‘cause the older I get / I find that happiness is an extremely uneventful subject”

the only anchor i have left | poem by Andrea Gibson

The only one not taken from a song. I’ll link the poem below. I think the whole thing is very good for Bright Eyes. Lost and anchorless without something to be angry about. A common Andrea Gibson slay.

https://www.goodreads.com/quotes/9548512-what-if-i-don-t-want-the-monster-to-stop-being

Recommended listening

“Your Needs / My Needs” Noah Kahan

“To see a friend, to see a ghost”

“your life, your dreams / your mind, your needs/ my needs. / Your needs, my needs.”

“Second Child, Restless Child” the Oh Hellos

“And they saw the trouble in my eyes / they were quick to recognize the devil in me.”

i always wanted to die (clean and pretty) | “Last Words of a Shooting Star” Mitski

One of two or three Mitski lyrics I’ve used since she is just so good. Tbh I don’t know where I was going or where I want to go with this one. The general vibes are… tragic. I might retool later on.

Recommended listening

“Lonesome Town” Ricky Nelson

“There’s a place where lovers go / to cry their troubles away / and they call it Lonesome Town / where the broken hearts stay”

“This Too Shall Pass” Danny Schmidt

“We think too big / we think our self is one whole thing / and we claim that this collection / has a name and is a being / but deep inside / when every cell divides / well, it sets upon the rule that states / self-interest is divine”

let this whole town hear your knuckles crack | “Damn These Vampires” the Mountain Goats

Somehow the only fic so far with a title from tMG, my favorite band of all time. I’m sure I’ll find more in time. This song has western vibes that I don’t think fits the DAMN crew very well, and somehow I paired this song in my one fic that doesn’t involve Sam. However, the vibes are immaculate.

Recommended listening

Seventeen Going Under” Sam Fender

“I was far too scared to hit him / but I would hit him in a heart beat now / that’s the thing with anger / it begs to stick around”

“Saint Bernard 2” by Lincoln

“Lord make me a liar ‘cause I swore to god / when swearing still felt like the truth”

it’s my gut i can’t ignore (i’m hungry) | “Gone, I’m Gone” Eva Noblezada and the cast of Hadestown.

Also surprising I haven’t used more broadway lyrics, but here we are. My absolute favorite musical which, in part, is about hunger driving you to do desperate things. This piece was so largely focused on food insecurity for me. Every chapter revolves around food to some degree, and even the metaphors and similes Angel uses to describe the world around them are tied to food. It’s something that those of us who grew up with food insecurity can relate to; when you’re hungry, everything reminds you of food. When you live hungry, it consumes your every thought. When Noblezada as Eurydice delivers the line “it’s my gut I can’t ignore / Orpheus, I’m hungry,” you can hear it in her voice. It’s worth a listen for that line alone.

“Abbey” Mitski

“I am hungry / I have been hungry / I was born hungry / what do I need”

“Class of 2013- Audiotree Live Version” Mitski

“Mom / will you wash my back this once / and then we can forget / and I’ll leave what I’m chasing / for the other girls to pursue”

as long as you’re with me (you’ll be just fine) | “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby” Cigarettes After Sex

This whole song has excellent David vibes. The protectiveness, the quiet possession. He’s a soft soul at heart, I think, and this song fits well. This collection is one of my faves just because we get to see many different sides of him and ways in which he can be protective, possessive. From quiet reassurance to acts of service to beating the shit out of people. As long as his pack is with him, he will keep them safe.

Recommended listening

“Cold Cold Man” Saint Motel

“Oh my love / I know I am a cold, cold man / quite slow to pay you compliments / or public displayed affections. / But baby, don’t you go over analyze / no need to theorize / I can put your doubts to rest / You’re the only one worth seeing”

there is a light (i feel it in me) | “Abbey” Mitski

Already tied to this series, this Mitski song is just perfect. An exploration of how trauma can effect us in ugly ways, this piece pairs perfectly with Mitski’s music. This song explores the deep hunger within the singer, countered by the lightness she feels within herself. Angel, in this piece, is haunted by their hunger and treats David poorly because of it. The light that he shows them helps them to reach for the light within themself. We love healing in this house!!!

See the recommended songs under it’s my gut i can’t ignore (i’m hungry).

the rest of you, the best of you (honey belongs to me) | “NFWMB” Hozier

Oh boy I could go on for ages about Hozier. His songs are on almost all of my Redacted playlists and so I listen to his work pretty much every time I write for Redacted. His lyricism and prose are evident in my work, I think. This piece, one of Angel’s first indications of how protective David is, fits so well with this song. Swinging wildly between protectiveness and possessiveness, David mirrors the song’s progression throughout the piece. I think “Belongs to me” is the operative part of this title.

Recommended listening

“You’re Mine” Phantogran

“(No one’s gonna love you) / (No one’s gonna touch you) / ‘cause you’re mine! / (No one’s gonna look at you)”

“Always Forever” Cults

“You and me, always forever / We could stay alone together / You and me, always forever / Say you’ll stay, never be severed”

i assume you’ll be coming for blood (that makes two of us) | “Venom” Little Simz

Alright so… for real… this piece should have been named “is it wickedness? is it weakness?” after the first (or last, depending on how you play it) track on Kendrick Lamar’s “Damn.” That entire album is a work of art, and it can be played cohesively forward or backward, each play telling a different story. Forward is Kendrick’s life as it is, and backward is how it might have gone had his father died when he was young.

In this story, the inciting incident for Sweetness to be so different from the Sweetheart that we know is their mother dying when they were young. I’m positing here that Sweetheart in the main universe still has their mom and that’s why they’re kinder.

Anyway. I stand by “Venom” being a banger. It’s themes don’t run as cohesively with this story as Damn.‘s do, but I can live with it. For now.

Recommended listening

“Damn. Collectors Addition.” By Kendrick Lamar.

Yes the entire album. This particular edition, too, since it is the “wicked” timeline.

“Love’s gonna get you killed / but pride’s gonna be the death of you”

“United in Grief” Kendrick Lamar

“Pray none of my enemies / hold me captive / I grieve different”

remembering again the full extent of what forever is | “Through Me (The Flood)” Hozier

More Hozier! We know I love him and the new stuff he’s put out for Unreal Unearth and all of it’s EP’s are changing me fundamentally as a person. Hozier’s work has always connected with me deeply, all the way back to when I was a repressed queer kid listening to “Take Me To Church.” Now, as he’s putting out this big push of music, I’m finding myself connecting with the core of his music again. This song, a song about surrendering to the impossibility and incomprehensible nature of love, is perfect for William and Alexis. Will’s love for Alexis isn’t healthy, and it doesn’t lead him to sound choices, but he feels he has no choice. So he surrenders to it.

Recommended listening

“Eat Your Young” Hozier

“It’s a kindness / highness / crumbs enough for everyone / old and young are welcome to the meal”

“My Love Is Sick” Madds Buckley

“You’re an infection / I am keeping / No matter the sepsis / you are staying / I’d rather the wound / Than have you removed / Enough rotting for two / Killing me, keeping me high”

the world (it burns through me) | “Through Me (The Flood)” Hozier

Oh boy two for one! I for sure snagged this from the same song as the last piece I posted too. Yada yada surrendering to love and all of that. Love is something that’s has happened to Darlin, not something they have taken an active part in. They take the opposite message from William in this song; they fight the current, don’t let the world take them under. They are a fighter, in the end.

Recommended listening

Arsonists Lullaby” Hozier

“All you have is your fire / and the place you need to reach / don’t you ever tame your demons / but always keep them on a leash.”

“Problems” Mother Mother

“I’ve found love in the strangest place / ties up and branded / locked in a cage”

and my body remains (but the person is gone) | “Divine Loser” Clem Turner

Asher’s main trauma response in this piece is dissociation, pulling away from himself and his body to protect himself. While “Divine Loser” isn’t necessarily about dissociation, there are a number of apt lyrics that tie in with Ash in this story.

Recommended Listening

“To Someone From a Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe)” Hozier

“You’d shake for minutes there and move your legs / wrap the blanket over you and keep your head within / let your breath heat the air until you’d feel it getting thin / Uiscefhuaraithe.”

“Wait” Get Set Go

“Wait, wait for the dawn, my dear / wait til the sun gets here / and you will wait too long / he will be gone”

when i call, you come home (a bird in your teeth) | “I Know The End” Phoebe Bridgers

Ooohhh boy! I love this song. Phoebe does something to me y’all. This song is sad, which makes it an interesting choice for a, generally, happy ending fic. This piece, like most things I write about the pack in childhood, is tinged with a sad sort of nostalgia. It’s the knowledge that we as readers have that, whatever comfort and love David gets from Gabe is temporary. We know how this story ends. We know that Gabe will die. And so even these happy moments are seen through that lens. I Know The End.

Recommended listening

“That Funny Feeling” Bo Burnham

“That unapparent summer air in early fall / the quiet comprehending of the ending of it all / there it is again, that funny feeling / that funny feeling.”

“Black Eyed Dog” Nick Drake

“I’m growing old and I wanna go home / I’m growing old and I don’t wanna know / I’m growing old and I want to go home / Black eyed dog, he called at my door / The black eyed dog he called for more.”

#redacted asmr #my redacted content #my redacted fic #redacted audio fic #redacted audio #crab anon #🦀 anon

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inaconstantstateofchange · 1 year ago

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A Survey of Available Lore on Baalphegor, Princess of Hell

Summoned from the Candlekeep libraries by @sky-kiss, from her ask here.

I burst through the door, scrolls tumbling everywhere. A bat flies out of my cloak and up to the rafters. Welcome to my TedxTalk wait where are you going-

Okay so. My pet topic du jour: Baalphegor. You’ll find tinfoil hats taped underneath your seats; please save those for the end of the presentation.

Sky is very much correct that the last information we have for Baalphegor is that she is “missing”, with no more real information than that. We have no information on the timeframe of her disappearance relative to Raphael’s own residence on Cania, so there’s a lot of room for extrapolation.

I have compiled what is, as far as I am aware at least, every notable reference to Baalphegor. Note: if you have knowledge of any others that I’ve missed, please tell me.

Most of the primary and/or more modern (as in, printed in the 21st century) sourcebooks just refer to Baalphegor in passing, as seen in the entire sum of her appearance in the Fiendish Codex II (my beloved):

Meanwhile, his new courtiers, selected for their ability to deliver innovative applications of his hellfire techniques, work to solidify their positions. Foremost among this group are Baalphegor (Mephistopheles’s consort) and the pit fiend Buldumech.¹

We have to go way back to get anything of interest for her, back to the 1980s, and the Dragon and Dungeon magazines. These were the two official magazines published for players of Dungeons & Dragons, filling a role similar to that of modules in the present day version of the game.

Baalphegor is referenced first in Dragon issue #76, published in 1983. We actually find a lot of detail about her here, the most pertinent of which is:

Baalphegor is consort to Mephistopheles, and a most highly regarded she-devil. Personally attractive (and a practiced diplomat), she is charming in manner and artful in thought; she has invented many of the strategies and devices used in the hells. Asmodeus regards her as one of his most valuable assets, and tolerates the machinations of Mephistopheles largely because of her. Baalphegor’s own desires are seldom revealed; she appears loyal to the hells and devoted to Mephistopheles, and manages to avoid making a distinction between the two.²

This tells us that not only is she clever and diplomatic, but also staggeringly intelligent. Mephistopheles spends a great deal of his focus on research and development of new spells and magical items - for Baalphegor to be the source of “many of the strategies and devices used in the hells” says a great deal about her intellect.

As well, the regard Asmodeus holds her in is wildly unusual for any devils, let alone the Lord of the Ninth. True loyalty among devils is largely regarded as a character flaw, and never to be trusted.

Dragon #76 goes on to describe her physical appearance (or one of them, at least):

Baalphegor is a musical-voiced, beautiful female, apparently human, save for her ruby-red eyes, forked tail, and slim, delicate leathery wings. Her feet are human in appearance, and she is sleek and curvaceous, with cinnamon-brown skin. She appears young and carefree, but when angered her light voice can crack like a whip, and her eyes flash fire.²

Baalphegor appears again in a module in Dungeon issue #2, published in 1986. In this adventure she is, unknown to the player characters, their true antagonist, controlling events and planning her machinations from the shadows, a true devil to her core.

In the module, she appears as a child, named Belle Fagor, keeping tabs on the members of a devil-summoning coven. (It is important to note that she is not the devil they summoned, but a lesser one.) Her stated motivation for this ruse is:

Desiring a break from the infernal politics of the Nine Hells, Baalphegor is enjoying herself and regards her interplanar tinkering as a sort of game, with its own rules.³

She’s on vacation.

We find another description of Baalphegor here, one that matches physically that of Dragon #76, but restates her relation to Asmodeus in an intriguing way:

One of the Nine Hells’ most artful and beautiful she-devils, Baalphegor is an honored diplomat and a consort to Mephistopheles, and counts Asmodeus as a close ally.³

Once again, extremely out of the ordinary for most devils to actively consider true loyalty to or from another, let alone in this manner, that seems almost reciprocal when held against the excerpt from Dungeon #76.

The final excerpt of note from Dungeon #2 is this:

Though extremely powerful, Baalphegor was not included in order to crush the player characters. She should be played with care and cleverness, befitting her extreme intelligence.³

The final mention of Baalphegor to be found - in Dungeon #135, published in 2006 - is only in passing, referencing her disappearance with glancing indifference in favor of the magic artifact that shares her name:

Baalphegor’s Grace is a potent artifact reputedly crafted over six hundred years ago by the archdevil Mephistopheles, who created the vial to capture the blood and tears of his consort Baalphegor for loan to favored cultists on the Material Plane. Recent events in Hell have claimed Mephisto’s attentions for several decades, and in that time he has lost track of Baalphegor’s Grace. Any character who successfully drinks from the vial finds that he becomes linked to a group of powerful erinyes devils known as the Blessed Angels. These devils once served Baalphegor as elite guards, yet since her disappearance and the artifact’s fall into the Material Plane, these erinyes instead serve whoever drinks from the vial.⁴

From this excerpt, we learn several things: that Baalphegor has been in existence for longer than 600 years (pretty much a given already), that there is some manner of power conveyed within her blood and tears, that a group of erinyes - the furies of the Nine Hells - formed her retinue, and that she has, at some point in time, disappeared from Cania.

Alright… do you recall those tinfoil hats? Under your seats?

Please don them now.

What follows is materially the stark opposite of what preceded it. Above is simple lore, derived directly from the source material with no diffusion. This next is simple headcanon and speculation, albeit entirely plausible based on the existing lore.

To wit, I propose that Baalphegor might be two things:

an aspect of Asmodeus

an earlier iteration of the incubus known in present-day as Haarlep

Stick with me you already put the hats on

Okay, so every archdevil can make an aspect (or multiple, if they have the spare power for it), described as such:

An aspect is a physical embodiment of a portion of an archdevil’s life force, created to serve as a proxy on another plane without placing the archdevil in any actual danger. An archdevil and its aspect have separate bodies but share the same mind; what one knows, the other knows.⁵

Baalphegor being an aspect of Asmodeus is truly one of the only reasons I can fathom for why they would both be specifically noted to consider the other a staunch ally. It also makes a great deal of sense. Asmodeus is not easily able to travel out of Nessus due to his vast power and its effects, so aspects are his primary method of directly interacting with affairs on any planes.

Aspects of Asmodeus could be found anywhere in the planes where they advance Asmodeus’s main goals…⁶

Many of Asmodeus’s aspects are unhidden effigies of their originator, said to “evokes the same fear that its master does, and other devils are extremely cautious about associating with an aspect of Asmodeus on a personal level."⁶

With this in mind, it tracks that Asmodeus would, on occasion, play the long con (something he is in fact famous for), and fashion an aspect far removed from his regular, all the better to have an agent of his own, one truly loyal, to plant among the other Circles, all unsuspecting.

As for the Haarlep connection, well…

First of all, Baalphegor’s long-time but ambiguously dated disappearance certainly allows for the possibility in simple chronological terms.

Second, it would make sense for Mephisto to make use of someone he, presumably, trusted to remain loyal to him above his son, and who better in that regard than Baalphegor.

Third: Think about it. Isn’t it hilarious to consider? Doesn’t it fill your mind with chaotic glee to imagine?

Mephisto, thinking himself a genius, sending his own most loyal to keep tabs on his disobedient but oh-so-aspirational son. All the while never knowing Baalphegor was serving the same purpose in regard to him, and there was never an action he took truly hidden from the watchful eye of Asmodeus.

Thus concludes my presentation. Thank you for your attendance, and please consider making a small donation to your local chapter of the Candlekeep Scholars, to keep the spark of knowledge alive! All honor to the Binder.⁷

I am carried away on a cloud of bats.

¹ Fiendish Codex II: Tyrants of the Nine Hells. 2006, p. 69

² Dragon Magazine #76. August 1983, pp. 28-29

³ Dungeon Magazine #2. November/December 1986, p. 37

⁴ Dungeon Magazine #135. June 2006, p. 71

⁵ Fiendish Codex II: Tyrants of the Nine Hells. 2006, p. 141

⁶ Fiendish Aspects II: A Web Enhancement for Fiendish Codex II. 2007, p. 23

⁷ One of the titles of Oghma, greater god of inspiration, invention, and knowledge.

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e-dubbc11 · 2 years ago

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Come Back to Me

Oh the appreciation I have for that gif, lord have mercy! 🥵 I’ll gladly lick those lips for him. Anyway….

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of a gun, knife to the readers throat, reader peeking at an application for employment (probably illegal but oh well)

Word Count: 1.8k-ish

A/N: Based off the prompt “Don’t listen to that voice in your head, listen to mine.” Sent in by my lovely Lisa @music-indie-tv thank you, love for sending in this ask, I just can’t seem to keep them at 1K (it’s really hard! 😂) thank you for following me and I’m sorry it’s taking me a little while to get through these, it’s harder than it sounds. I always appreciate you reading my fics for Mr. Russo and leaving comments, I hope you like it!

Billy sat behind his desk, file folders piled on either side of him, the purple circles under his eyes showed he hadn't slept much in the past week.

The folders contained all of the information for the new recruits, their applications for employment at ANVIL, and the results of their mental evaluations. This was a very busy time for Billy, it was a lot of information to go over in such a short amount of time.

On your way up to Billy’s office, you ran into Frank.

“Tread lightly, kid. Your boyfriend is in a MOOD!” Frank said.

You cracked a slight smile. “I live with him, Frank. Of course I know he’s in a mood.” A little laugh escaped your lips. “Is he really busy? I brought him a coffee.”

Frank smirked at your comment. “Yeah you may wanna give that to me, I can give it to him, sweetheart. I forgot he can be an absolute bear during new recruit time.”

Frank wasn’t wrong, Billy had been a little on edge lately. The past few nights he had taken work home with him and it was hard to get near him while he was working. He could be a real grouch but after being with Billy for awhile, you had learned how to deal with it.

“I brought him his favorite cookies too.” You said as you shook the bag.

Frank eyed the bag as you were shaking it. “You don’t happen to have an extra cookie in there for me, do ya?” He asked.

“You know I do.” You extended your arm and motioned for Frank to take one out of the bag.

“Well good luck, kid. You know where I am if you need back up.” He laughed a little as he took a bite of his cookie and walked back to his desk.

The door to Billy’s office was closed, most times he kept it open a crack but he must be really busy if it’s closed all the way so you knocked.

Billy’s voice boomed from the other side of the door. “Yeah, WHAT?! Frankie, I thought I told you I didn’t want to be disturbed.”

Carefully, you peeked your head in and took in the sight of Billy with his hair slightly messed up, his dress shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his empty lunch containers at the far end of his desk.

“I come bearing gifts, handsome.” You held out the coffee and the bag of cookies in front of you.

Billy sat straight up in his chair, horrified at the way he just snapped at you. “Y/n! Shit, baby I am SO sorry, I didn’t mean to–I thought it was Frankie again. He keeps bugging me about the applicants that are in the conference room, it’s time to tell them who’s in and who’s out.”

It was always tough for Billy to let people go, sometimes they just weren’t the right fit or something about them didn’t sit right with him or Frank, or both. He only wanted the best working for him and he couldn’t have anyone on his team that could possibly jeopardize missions.

“Ok well I know you’re busy so I’ll just–” You walked over to Billy’s desk to set his coffee and cookies down. “I’ll just put these here and give you this…” You brushed his beard with your thumb and leaned in to give him a quick kiss on the lips then tried to walk away but Billy grabbed your wrist and gently pulled you into his lap.

He stared at you like he hadn't actually looked at you in days, which was more accurate than you wanted to admit but Billy’s work was important to him and sometimes it was best if you just stayed away or didn’t say much while he was working.

Those files needed his full attention and it was important that he didn’t miss anything in someone’s evaluation that could be a potential liability.

He touched his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, his hands cupped your face as he opened his endless dark brown eyes and leaned forward to kiss you.

One of his hands dropped from your face to the back of your neck to hold you close, you felt like he never wanted to let you go. His tongue parted your lips, giving him access to your mouth and letting your tongue entangle with his, you didn’t want to let him go either.

“I’m sorry I’ve been working so much lately, sweet girl. It’s just–” Billy said.

You interrupted him. “Ssshhh ssshhh, Billy it’s ok, my love. It’s ok, really. I understand, I do.” You looked around at the folders on his desk, they were everywhere and you could tell that he probably needed a break. “Look, I know you and I know when you need a break, so why don’t you get up and go to the conference room and do what you and Frank need to do. Tell the fresh meat who goes and who stays.”

Billy smiled, his tired eyes looked at you, he knew you were right. “You’re right, baby. But there’s one person I’m still on the fence about. His service record is great, diagnosed with PTSD but is on medication to help with it. I can’t shake the fact that there’s something I’m missing though.”

You looked down at the file he had open. “Is it this one, Billy?” You pointed at the file.

Billy was rubbing the tired out of his eyes. “Yeah that’s the one…” He said as he let out a loud exhale.

“Well, this says he’s had four jobs in the past year. I’m no expert but I’d say that not being able to hold down a job might be a bit of a red flag, right? He may have an alcohol or drug problem.” You stated.

He squeezed your cheeks together and kissed you on the forehead. “That’s it, that’s what I missed, you shouldn’t be looking at that but that is a red flag. Ah, now comes the part of my job that I hate, I gotta tell this kid that ANVIL isn’t the place for him.”

“I’m sorry, handsome. That’s probably really hard for you.” You said as you scraped your fingernails against Billy’s scalp and kissed him on the cheek. “But if it’s not a good fit, it’s not a good fit. You know what you have to do.”

“Yeah you’re right, ok I better get up there before Frankie comes down here again, beatin’ down the door. You can come up if you want and watch from behind the double sided mirror.” Billy bit down on his bottom lip and raised his eyebrows at you, he wanted you to come watch him work. How could you say no?

You followed close behind as Billy walked towards the conference room full of potential new recruits, some would make the cut and some wouldn’t and you were a little excited about watching your boyfriend work.

The way Billy commanded that room full of people was mesmerizing and the emotion in his voice when he thanked them all for their service to their country was powerful and inspiring. But what made your heart soar was when he hung back to talk to the recruits that didn’t make the cut, you couldn’t hear what he was saying but it made you proud regardless.

One of them in particular, Billy walked out of the conference room with, his hand patting his shoulder, you heard words of encouragement coming from him. You guessed he must have been the one Billy was on the fence about, he was young, and he looked upset.

Billy offered to try and find him help if he needed it and maybe he could apply to ANVIL again once he held down a job for at least a year. You smiled at Billy and he smiled back, everything that happened after that smile was a complete blur.

All of a sudden there was a knife at your throat and your arm was pinned behind your back. The kid Billy had been talking to was now holding a blade to your neck, your heart was racing and he was trying to back out of the room slowly with you as his human shield while Billy had his gun aimed at him.

“Let her go, Max! Drop the knife and let her go.” Billy shouted.

Tears welled up in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks. “Billy?!”

“Shut up!” Max yelled in your ear. “You couldn’t give me a chance, huh Mr. Russo?!! All I wanted was a chance, this meant everything to me! Well now I’m going to take something that means everything to you!”

As he gripped your arm, Max’s knife pressed against your throat, you could tell it had cut you slightly, and a tiny amount of blood dripped down the front of your neck. Billy’s face full of rage, he knew he couldn’t get a clear shot at Max.

Frank had crept up behind Max but he was fully aware of his surroundings and that Frank was behind him but he did not see the pen that was on the floor. It caused him to lose his concentration as he stepped on it, allowing Frank to push you out of the way, knock the knife away from Max and pin him to the floor.

As quickly as he hit the floor, Billy was hovering over Max with his gun pointed directly at his forehead. “I oughta kill you right now, you held a knife to my girl’s throat.” Billy said through gritted teeth with his finger on the trigger.

“BILLY!! Stop!” You yelled at him. “Billy, listen to me!”

Even Frank tried to get through to Billy. “Don’t do it, Bill! Don’t…put it down.”

“Billy! Max needs help! You can get him the help he needs!” Your voice was ringing in his ears, trying to get through to him. “Billy, don’t listen to that voice inside your head, listen to mine! Billy, please put the gun down.”

Billy closed his eyes, lowered his weapon and walked away. His eyes were glassy, and he was breathing heavily as he pulled you into his chest. “Are you alright? You’re bleeding…” He tilted your chin up towards him to look closely at the cut on your neck.

“Shit, I’m so so sorry, y/n.” Billy looked like he wanted to punch something as he held his suit jacket against your throat to stop the bleeding. “He should be dead for what he did to you. I don’t know what I would have done if he had–” He couldn’t bring himself to finish his thought.

Calmness was always something Billy responded well to. “But he didn’t, my love. He didn’t. And you didn’t either.” You said softly. “You didn’t either.”

“I wanted to though. But your voice brought me back.” He said.

Through your tears, his words brought a smile to your face.

“I’ll always bring you back, Billy. Always.”

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javaghoul · 2 years ago

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Makeup

Rize is expert at the application of makeup (because she's a finicky bitch), but isn't adventurous with it. Recreates the same look daily.

I don't think Eto wears any. I don't think it's something she'd invest her time into.

Do hair highlights count as makeup? If so, then Hide deserves to be in this list. I can also see Hide trying out makeup if a celebrity he admires starts promoting a brand.

Touka was never exposed to makeup as a kid, so it was never something that occured to her until she started school. It was something she thought was "for other girls, not me", so would look at her teen counterparts with outward contempt, and internal curiosity... And a bit of envy. In adulthood, she is a night-out-mascara-and-lipgloss-gal.

Akira wouldn't be caught dead wearing drugstore cosmetics. She prefers a natural look, and is happy to pay top dollar for her products.

Shuu invests in skincare rather than makeup, but uses concealer if he's feeling under the weather.

Itori lives at Sephora. She is very self-conscious about her appearance, and has problematic skin which drives her mad.

Nishiki wouldn't think twice about applying lip balm if he has cracked lips. Has also let Kimi plaster him in makeup on more than one occasion.

Irimi went through a goth stage in her youth.

Of course Uta wore makeup. Emphasis on the past tense, as he moved on to more permanent aesthetics in the form of tattoos. He appreciates the artistry involved in it, and wouldn't hesitate to wear it again if he felt like it.

Suzuya loves colour, loves doing whatever the fuck he wants, and expressing himself in numerous ways. Fan of all the indie brands.

The only way Yomo will wear makeup is if you smooch him wearing lipstick, and he is wise to this now, so yeah, good luck.

Amon is a concealer guy, believe it or not. He may have been up all night keeping the streets safe, but he doesn't want to LOOK like he has.

Ayato wears (badly applied) black nail varnish because he thinks it makes him an edge lord.

Furuta found an old lipstick of Rizes' and would apply it at night because he wanted to be close to her. And I don't know what to think about that.

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beardedmrbean · 11 months ago

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Sorry for the rough anon, also I notice people wonder where the rise of racism the past 10 years

I’m only 23 but…

Black Americans can make white supremacists blushed when it comes to racism

Like I keep seeing the hell white people especially men growing up in inner cities black neighborhoods

Thank you for not joining the kkk despite the pos adults and kids who treated you garbage because of your skintone, thank youuuu.

Ugh don’t get me started on how black people (especially) turn in super kkk grand wizards when a black guy dates/marry a white woman…to the point there a whole episode in a FUCKING DISNEY CARTOON about a black boy who only date white girls because he have a fetish

Ooh you could smell the femcel energy there

Also like people wondering how we got shit like the 1619 project and how people think the BP villain Killmonger was right.

Oh no bigoted af black people always exist, it just other blacks used to punch their teeth in and tell them to piss off

But thanks to affirmative action and Marxist infested colleges telling these racist blacks that racism=power + prejudice. They are in full force now in media and institutions

And yeah the magical negreos movie definitely going to flop. You know I thought I would have humbleness and humiliation when I have a privilege in a studio such as focus that owned by Comcast

But nope, you have to be narcissistic as hell to write in Hollywood

>Ugh don’t get me started on how black people (especially) turn in super kkk grand wizards when a black guy dates/marry a white woman

Jordan Pele and Clarence Thomas come to mind for that, Tiger caught some hell too but he was already playing golf which had the community confused enough, like that guy discovering Hockey.

I'm sure I've gone over the struggle the powers that be don't actually want folks to fight but ummmm.

Back in 1969 the racists of tumblr finally had their first meet up, reminding us all they don't care what race the other person is so long as they're racist.

I can 100% do without all the socialism, since that's just going backwards, that and the "Rainbow Coalition" kinda proved that socialism wouldn't be the best option by instead setting up their own charity and organizing it themselves, no government involvement and they got people fed and taken care of. Socialism might have kept us out of Nam but we'd still be at war on a regular basis and honestly the K/D ratio for socialist nations in war is awful.

Some would classify that as socialism, but then that would also make things like the Catholic Church socialist, instead of a charity. (among other things)

Right up till the FBI flooded their neighborhoods with crack.

Tangent over.

But it's insane to see how one of the groups that winds up saying the worst things about black people is other black people, white folks haven't even come up with a new racist insult for them in over a century, haven't needed to just start using whatever they're calling each other.

But thanks to affirmative action and Marxist infested colleges telling these racist blacks that racism=power + prejudice. They are in full force now in media and institutions

Ya, that's because they can't use crack this time and they still need a way to keep people apart, vote blue no matter who dipshits are part of that as well.

Party allegiance for a party that is doing nothing for you, just stop voting for them, find your local version of Lord Buckethead and vote for them, so the people in office know you're still voting just not for them.

This is applicable to republicans that bitch and moan about RINO's but still vote for them as well.

Circling back round we really need to get that class solidarity thing back, because that's where a voting bloc being created will actually be able to accomplish things.

#anonymous

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xalygatorx · 10 months ago

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Powerless (2017) | Chapter 3, "The Girl Who Forgot Everything"

Years after Sarah’s wit and bravery saved her brother and brought the Labyrinth to its knees, her daughter Andie is transported to what remains of that same fantastical place, somewhere she thought only existed in her favorite childhood stories. To find her way back home, she must traverse what’s left of the crumbling kingdom, find a way to set both moments and magic in motion again, and even save the Goblin King, himself. But who will save her from him?

Powerless is a SFW slow-burn romance between Jareth and an original female character. The story overall contains descriptions of fantasy violence, mild suggestive content, and grief regarding family illness. Chapter-by-chapter warnings will be provided as well.

Summary: Andie contends with the door guards before finding herself having tea in a crack in a wall. Her new worm friends give her potentially useful information regarding the Goblin King and other residents of the Labyrinth that might help her.

Pairing: Jareth x Fem!OC

Warnings: None

Word Count: 3.2k

"How did the beginning go?"

A smile of anticipation and clearing her throat to prepare. "Through dangers untold. And hardships unnumbered. I have fought my way here to the castle; beyond the goblin city, to take back the child that you have stolen. My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great—"

"You have no power over me!" Andie had finished triumphantly.

Her mother had grinned and shaken her head a little. "Exactly. I could never remember that line when I was your age, despite being obsessed and, well, very taken in by the story."

"It's the only part I can always remember. Do you remember it every time now?"

Sarah had smiled as if she'd had a secret just hiding beneath the surface of her words. "Every time."

Andie heard her mother's voice in her head reiterating the tale again and again and the conversations they'd had in her childhood about the heroine's speech to the Goblin King and the ups and downs in the journey, conversations that had slowly fallen to a minimum as she grew older and the stories remained stories of a perceivably distant past.

"Not so distant now," she murmured to herself as she looked at her stone-dusted sneakers. She'd finally given in and sat down against the wall once she'd come to a fork in the path, her head resting back against the sand-colored rock behind her as she contemplated both paths without much commitment. Andie swallowed and grimaced when it stung—the flesh of her throat felt raw with thirst and she was starting to lose hope of getting out of this wretched place. Of course in this world of nonsensical things, her body's needs were still applicable and persistent, and there was nothing to sate them growing or springing in the Labyrinth's reaches. Had those weird monkey creatures not swarmed on her in the forest, she might've checked out some of the plant life, but that option was long gone. The cleaner had likely chopped it all into an enormous salad by now.

Good lord, I must be hungry if even a salad sounds good, Andie thought miserably just as something moved out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes followed the movement and she realized it was a stone square in the floor rocking around in place until a tiny creature lifted it free, chattering madly about foot odor while what she assumed was a companion yammered back from below the opening. It was the ugliest little thing she'd ever seen, even taking the cake from the bird creatures she'd seen earlier, but she needed help. "Excuse me?"

The thing whirled in her direction and gave a high-pitched squeal before dropping back down, the tile clattering back into place. "Hey, wait!" Andie shouted, scrambling to the tile and attempting to pry it upright with her nails. When that failed, she attempted to use the dagger point, but it was to no avail. "Dammit," she murmured as a few stray tears of frustration slid down her cheeks. She swiped them away and stood up, looking down both pathways considerately. "Left," she sighed softly after some time, her tone lacking any form of confidence even as she straightened her posture and began her trek down the path.

Andie's nerve withered the further she walked, coming to forks again and again and having to choose based on whims. She finally chose wrong, coming to a dead end and just finding herself relieved that another cleaner didn't pop out of the wall. She turned around and began to head back the way she'd come, saying softly, "There's no rhyme or reason to this place…"

"And why should there be?"

Andie stopped in her tracks and turned slowly, her eyes widening when she saw two doors with double-headed guardsmen—both of whom resembled playing cards in their configuration—at posts before each. "That… That was just a dead end. Where did you come from?"

"A dead end? You mean behind you!" The guardsmen all snickered, putting their faces behind their armor and chuckling at her.

Andie looked behind her and the path she'd come from had been sealed and was now, just as they said, the dead end. "This is a horrible place. I suppose I'm lucky the entire place doesn't just turn upside-down."

"I would not say that too loudly, girl," one of the bottom guards chuckled and the other three laughed merrily as if this were all some large inside joke. "The walls listen, you know."

"Okay," Andie muttered dismissively, though she didn't doubt that there was likely some truth in his words. "So, what now? I can't go back that way. I assume I have to talk to you two… Or four…"

"Indeed, miss. You've got to decide on a door."

"One leads to the castle at the center of the Labyrinth. And the other leads to—" He paused for dramatic effect. "—certain death." The guards collectively ooh-ed. Andie had the feeling she was supposed to be impressed and arranged her features to appear so, thinking maybe this would up her odds for getting their help. "But we cannot tell you which is which. You have to decide for yourself."

"Do you know which leads to which?"

The top guards looked at one another, seeming to be prepared for this. "We do."

"But you can't directly tell me… Right?"

"Well, we can… However, you can only choose one of us to ask," the red guard said.

The blue guard then chimed in, "But we should warn you: one of us always tells the truth."

"And one of us always lies," the red guard added. "I'll tell you now, miss, I make it a habit to tell the truth!"

The blue guard guffawed, "What a lie!" Andie arched a brow at them, taking what she could from their banter, already formulating a guess as to who was who. Finally they all stopped and stared at her expectantly. "Well? We're ready! Do not even think of asking us about each other because we—"

"What's two plus two?"

The guards both faltered. "…What?" the red guard asked, bewildered.

Andie directed her question at him. "What is two plus two?"

The red guard paused heavily before answering, "…Six?"

Andie looked at the blue guard. "Now you."

"Four," he mumbled in defeat.

"Perfect," Andie praised, asking, "which door will take me to the castle?"

The blue guard sighed noisily before relenting. "…His."

"Thank you," Andie said and moved to the red guard's door, which swung open for her at the gentle press of her hand. "It's been fun, you two. Er, four."

Just before she let the door swing shut behind her, she heard the blue guard say to his companion, "Sharp, that one. More direct than that other girl that came through here before."

Andie hesitated before leaning back through the gap and asking, "What girl?"

The blue guardsman looked startled, but answered, "It was millennia ago, before the Labyrinth was destroyed. A girl came through—younger than you—and had a really backwards method of solving our riddle. Smart, just had the wrong idea."

"Do you know what her name was?" she asked quietly.

"No? Why should we?"

Andie frowned and shook her head. "No reason. Thanks."

She was almost through the door again when the blue guard noted, "You know, she looked a fair amount like you. Mostly in the eyes. She was the last human we saw come through here. Never did find out what happened to her."

"Do we care?" the red guard asked doubtfully.

The blue guard shrugged. "How do we know if we care if we don't know?"

"Hm. Fair enough," the red guard relented.

Andie paused thoughtfully before stepping through the door and shutting it behind her. "For the record, she made it out," she murmured under her breath, looking down the new pathway. The walls of stone had become walls of hedge, but not much else had changed. Better than certain death, at least.

"I should've asked him for directions… Or some answers to all this," Andie murmured, even though it seemed as though they were pretty clueless apart from what their job entailed. "At least they were borderline sane. Hopefully they're not the only mostly stable ones in this place."

She ended up having to stop again after a few more turns, so exhausted she was afraid she'd collapse in a more inopportune environment if she didn't rest. Andie sat down against the wall and it seemed as soon as her back hit the wall and she loosed an exhale of relief, that large portion of sky she'd seen swirling with dark clouds and lightning flashes shifted overhead and rain began to pour down all around her. Andie winced a bit and peered up at the angry gray cloud, but soon simply opened her mouth and tilted her head back, the droplets like tiny little blessings on her aching throat.

After a few minutes of catching water past her lips and in her hands to sip, Andie decided she was done with the downpour, despite it seeming far from done. After her thirst had subsided, she realized she was back in the sandstone maze paths, but only for a few more feet. This was yet another mismatched section of maze, but it looked oddly familiar…

"Allo!"

Andie jumped, but glanced left for the voice's origin. Then right. And then left again. Finally, she turned a bit more and noticed a blue spot out of the corner of her eye. "Oh… Was that you?"

"Sure was," the tiny little caterpillar or worm, she couldn't tell which, said chipperly.

"Well, then… Hello to you, too." She couldn't help but notice the worm was toting a little red umbrella with a hole on the side and found the entire scene rather charming. "Say, do you know the way? To the castle at the center of the Labyrinth?"

"Oh, blimey, why would you want to go there?"

"Because I'm trying to find a way back home. I'm not from this place and I don't know where else to go."

"Just you, then? No baby to find?" the worm asked with polite concern.

"Um… No? Why would there be a baby?"

"That's just what the way of things were last time is all. She was looking for her brother, she was."

"Who was?"

"Come on inside, you're soaking wet!" the worm suggested.

She glanced doubtfully at the crack in the wall. "Inside?"

"Yeah, my home is right here! Come on inside and meet the missus."

Andie's eyes widened and she realized where she recognized his voice from. "Wait, were you the one trying to get my attention earlier?"

"Yes, that was me! You looked a bit lost."

"I am lost. How could someone not be lost in here?" Andie wondered dismally.

"By staying in the same place, I suppose. Though that doesn't seem to count for much anymore, as you can see," the worm commented. "Come along!" He began to shuffle along to the crack in the wall.

"I can't fit in there," Andie protested.

"Sure you can!" the worm insisted, poking his little head out. "Just come in!"

He disappeared back into the crack and Andie frowned deeply at the small space, thinking it couldn't be that easy. Andie chided herself for taking advice from a worm even as she stood, closed her eyes, and hesitantly took a couple of steps forward. When she didn't hit a wall within that second step's span, she felt very confused and opened her eyes only to startle at the sight before her. The blue worm was now as high as her shoulder and they were in a very small, homey kitchen.

A kettle steamed on the stove while another worm—this one a nice shade of purple—somehow put together a tea tray. The first worm looked very pleased as he said, "See? Nothin' to it! Dear, we have a guest for tea!"

"Oh, lovely!" the other worm said with approval.

"Can I help?" Andie offered, wondering how the female worm managed to make up tea with no hands to work with.

"Oh, no, dear, it's almost ready," she said. "Have a seat." Andie looked around and saw that the blue worm had shuffled up to a table nearby, looking at her expectantly with a pleasant smile on his face. She followed suit and ended up on her knees at the table to be the right height, at last until the lavender worm turned around. "Oh, dear, Aldo, she's not a worm! Go 'n' get her a proper seat!"

"Do we have proper seats?" Aldo asked in surprise.

"Yes, yes, in storage!" she fussed, rolling a tea cart to the table. The blue worm still looked surprised, but inched off toward a hallway leading away from the kitchen.

"Your home is quite—"

"Quaint?" the lavender worm guessed.

"Adorable," Andie finished with a smile.

"Oh! Well, thank you, miss. What's your name again?"

"Andie," she replied, moving a tendril of rain-soaked hair from her face.

"Oh, I should be getting you a blanket, dear, you're soaked through. Anyway, my name is Grita. You already met Aldo, yes, indeed," Grita said as she inched toward a blanket folded nearby. They both had accents that resembled a softer form of the Cockney variety. " 'Ere you go, love." She draped the blanket around Andie's shoulders.

Andie pulled it more snugly around herself, refusing to question the physics of this place anymore where kindness was given. She said, "Thank you. What happened here? Or has the Labyrinth always looked like this?"

"Oh, no, it was all in one piece years upon years ago," Aldo remarked as he inched back in, a stool on his back that he shifted into an upright position for Andie at the table. "Then it broke into what you see out there."

"What happened?"

"The magic left, I imagine. Or it stopped." Grita looked concerned as she nudged the tray onto the table. The cups nearly scattered, but Andie reached out and caught them, earning a grateful look from them both. She still hadn't a clue of how they managed to cook or make tea in this place, but there was tea steeping in the pot and little sandwiches on a plate, sure enough. Andie picked up a sandwich, wondering what these worms ate, and nearly praised the heavens that they appeared to be just lettuce and tomato on toast. She could work with that. "Large cracks just began to appear from the center and here we are."

"And you have no idea what might've caused it?"

Aldo looked down thoughtfully. "Well, there was that girl. She passed by just hours before everything fell to pieces." He inched a little closer. "You know, I 'eard she defeated the Goblin King at his own game, she did. Threw everything he could a' her and she still walked out of 'ere with that baby. At least, that's what good Sir Didymus said after."

"Sir Didymus?" Andie repeated, prompting more of an explanation.

"You'd be able to find him in the Bog, though I don't recommend you go there," Grita assured her.

"Why not?" She rather wanted to talk to this fellow if he knew something more than the others she'd met. "Is he…well, nice?"

"Very, he's got quite an energy about him. And no one wants to go to the Bog, 'cept him because that's his post. Lost his sense of smell awhile back, he did… Elsewise, he's mental," Grita chuckled. "The Bog of Eternal Stench lives up to its name a thousand times over, so I hear. Never been there, myself. Never felt so inclined."

"I wouldn't either, it sounds dreadful," Andie murmured as she took a long sip of tea now that it had cooled, having put down three finger sandwiches while discussing Sir Didymus and the Bog. "Sorry, I haven't eaten in… Well, a long time now. My manners are slacking."

"Oh, don't worry about that, love, help yourself."

"Thank you," Andie said with relief, glad someone in this place was kind and level-headed. "So is the Goblin King still around?"

"I'm sure he is since all the rest of us are," Aldo noted. "I haven't 'eard of anyone seeing him since the collapse though."

"He's not in his castle?"

"It's unlikely anyone's gone there, dear," Grita noted. "It was avoided anyway and now that it's in shambles, it's doubly dangerous. Especially if he's there."

"Is he evil?" Andie asked warily, wondering if she should be going elsewhere to find her ticket back home.

Aldo paused before correcting her. "Unforgiving is perhaps better. While in his good graces, there are no quarrels, but outside them…"

"Understood," she said, relaxing a little. Maybe he would help her then.

"Don't be so sure, sweetheart," Grita warned her. "He may hold a grudge toward humans like you for what that young lady pulled on him those thousand years ago."

"Even more so since you resemble her so," Aldo said thoughtfully, eying Andie curiously.

"I just want to get out of here," Andie reasoned. "I'm not asking much. I just need help."

"How'd you get 'ere in the first place?"

"There was a glass peach in…my bedroom," Andie began, editing out the connection to her mother for now. "And when I picked it up, the leaf cut my finger and I fell. When I woke up, I was here. And it turned into this." She showed them the dagger. "Do you have any idea why that is?"

He peered at the dagger with a focused look on his face. "Well, it's goblin magic, I can tell that much, but apart from that…I'm 'fraid not, dearie," Aldo said, sharing a bewildered glance with his wife.

Andie frowned, disappointed. "I see. Well, thank you for the food and tea… I suppose I should keep going."

"You're welcome to stay and get some rest awhile," Grita offered.

"Thank you, but I feel much better now that I've eaten. I can hopefully make a good amount of progress before I'm tired again," she insisted gently, thankful that they were being so hospitable.

"Well, at least pack up some sandwiches for your journey," Grita countered instead.

Grita got her a handkerchief and Andie stacked the rest of the sandwiches at the worms' behest before tying it off, also taking a small canister of water with her before they'd allow her to leave. After more thank-you's, Andie stepped out of the crack and was once again her normal size and out in the pathway she'd moved from.

"Take care now!" she heard the small voice behind her and turned to see both Aldo and Grita peering out at her with smiles.

"You do the same. Goodbye," Andie replied fondly before beginning on her way again.

"Oi!" Andie stopped and turned. "If you come across Hoggle, he may be of help to you, too!"

"Great, thanks!" she called back, waving and walking on. "Sir Didymus and Hoggle. And perhaps the Goblin King… Well, at least that's a start."

Next chapter: Chapter 4, "One of Us"

#labyrinth #labyrinth fanfiction #labyrinth fanfic #jareth x oc #jareth the goblin king #jareth #slow burn #angst with a happy ending #the labyrinth #romance fanfiction

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hisuianhellion · 1 year ago

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Greetings, everyone! I would be Arceus in some circles, Sinnoh in others, though the moniker "Bean of Judgement" has been graciously provided for me as well by the lovely mortals upon Rotomblr. Whatever you opt to call me, it is plain to see I am not on my own blog. I am on Rose's! And I wanted to see about... supplying a sort of recollection of events here. It's clear that quite a lot has happened in the nearly two months since Rose has appeared here, and many people may not know much about what my chosen has gone through. So, in the interest of making things easier to follow... Dear Rosemun! Please, if you would.

((Hold the goddamn phone did you just--))

Yes. I may not have the clearest view of things within any world with Pokémon within it, but I do have a clear window to Rose. And, in effect, you!

((... UUUUUUH WHAT'S UP BUDDY???))

No need to be formal or alarmed. I have no influence upon you or your world. But I can posit a request! How about a nice, succinctly-written summary of Rose's time in Hisui?

((... that's it? Well damn, aight! Lemme drop it below a Read More then. Hah. Never thought I'd be accosted on my own blog. I'll even update it with new events as it's needed. When applicable, the header will contain link to a drabble of that period!))

Rose's Arrival

From a sleepy, conservative town in upstate New York, USA, having moved away from friends and family both, Rose landed rather abruptly in Hisui, face-first in the sand. Arceus had called her there to assist them in dealing with a 'static' keeping them from seeing further than a certain point in the very near future from his perspective. Upon proving her skills in playing baseball and not truly knowing the danger Pokémon research can bring, she was quickly accepted into the Galaxy Expedition Team's Survey Corps. Under Kamado and Cyllene, with Professor Laventon and Akari's assistance, she had become quickly aware of just how interesting Pokémon could be.

Rose's Adaptation To Life With Pokémon

The first week of her life in Hisui was spent getting used to helping the people in Jubilife Village while doing some rudimentary research on the much more local Pokémon population. She had met Volo by now, and gotten used to Pokémon battling at this point as well, allowing her to start learning the personalities of her steadily expanding Pokémon team. To say she was enamored by them was an understatement.

Rose's First Alpha Battle

Much as the warnings flowed in, Rose believed much of it to be bluster. Sure, she had the wind knocked out of her sails a few times, but there wasn't anything in the way of a genuinely harrowing experience to crack her upside the head: an Alpha Kricketune provided. Two of her three Pokémon that day took hits that weren't just to knock them out, and it was this day she began to understand the dangers of Hisui. She still jumps whenever she hears a Kricketune.

Showdown With Kleavor

Her second brush with pain was a bit more personal. Having been tasked with quelling the Lord of the Woods' fury, she found herself feeling the same kind of much more deadly pain that her team had faced beforehand. However, she also learned, first-hand, just how intent her team was in keeping her as safe as she wanted to keep them. She was new to affection-based evolutions, and upon learning that could happen with her Eevee becoming a Sylveon, it gave her the resolve to finish the fight and save her first Noble.

Reshiram Appears

Canon deviates slightly in this time frame, and through a very interesting turn of Rotomblr-based shenanigans... well. Rose, in Hisui, ended up with her world's version of both the Light AND Dark Stones, holding Reshiram and Zekrom respectively. Giving up the Dark Stone to the Galaxy Team HQ, the very night that followed, Reshiram opted to speak to her through her dreams. Dissatisfaction, however, was what Rose felt in the moment, as Reshiram was apparently a bit brash and harsh in their way of communicating what they wanted to convey. This, in turn, piqued the dragon's curiosity much more than a simple 'test' would normally, and they have been watching keenly to keep an eye on Rose to see if her declaration of Truth will hold up: her Pokemon are her family, and she believes that this could be true for anyone should they bridge the gap.

Rose Hatches An Egg

Deviating yet again from canon, Rose was gifted a Pokemon egg, something the Galaxy Expedition Team was just a bit lacking in knowledge of. Through a good week of constant surveillance, care and preparation, an Espurr exploded onto the scene, and has since become a mainstay on the blog.

Rose's First Substantial Injury

Content warning for the above, but Rose's second Noble quelling did not go as smoothly as the first. The first one led to her simply needing a quick bit of medicinal care for a gash that healed soon after. This one left her unable to walk, her knee losing two out of four very important tendons that allowed the leg to even function as intended. A good week into her recovery, though, she had managed to find herself in Unova thanks to a particularly vaguely worded Magic Anon spell, and serendipity followed. This allowed her to repair her knee, meet up with some friends for a very pleasant shopping trip and hangout, and return home to Hisui with HRT she sorely needed to begin transitioning medically towards her ideal gender expression. This signaled her "returning" to normal canon.

Rose Allies With Volo

While recovering from the surgery that would allow her to walk once again, Rose opted to take a hiatus from her blogging. Alongside finding out Arceus could use her phone to operate their own blog, she had a visit from Volo. Another deviation from canon thus followed: knowing she had four Plates of Arceus, and was quite capable of understanding his side, Volo explained succinctly that he was a researcher first, and a merchant second. He had been searching for the Plates since arriving in Hisui from the Sinjoh Ruins, and while he was being careful in how he worded his plea, it was still a genuine call for help from Rose to learn the secrets of the Celestica people, the original Sinnoh worshipers. She soon agreed, and will be sharing what Plates she finds with Volo to allow him to translate what text is upon them.

Rose Shows Her Fangs

Upon recovering from her knee injury enough to return to her actual professional job handling things, her travels took her to the Cobalt Coastlands, where she was tasked with working with Palina of the Pearl Clan to investigate ghostly sightings on Firespit Island, her late Noble's domain. The Miss Fortune trio of bandits, however, decided to make a nuisance of themselves, and Rose promptly showed she had dealt with enough to show that she was not the kind to take this lying down. Rose, rather succinctly, showed she was not above cracking noses and dragging people through the dirt to save her friends, and it culminated in her showing both physical and tactical strength in not only saving the Noble's heir, but quelling their fury when the space-time rift crashed the party even harder.

Mutt Joins The Team

Arceus, for his part, had been watching over Rose with a keen interest to assist in her endeavors, and there was something of a desire to give her not just a helping hand, but a partner of sorts. One that would appreciate the jump to Hisui. Rather than simply ripping a new face over, Arceus deliberately aimed for one who knew of the jump and had even spoken to Rose to allow a smooth transition. Thus, the non-human Mutt, a bipedal canine with horns known as a Jackal, had been pulled in.

Rose Appeals To Spite

Before Mutt had arrived, Rose had managed to free and release an Alpha Zorua that an unfortunately well-meaning but unprepared Security Corps member had caught. During the following days, a rather consistent nightly sound would grace her ears: scratching right by her back window. As she would soon find out, the Zorua she had freed beforehand had taken a shining to her after a fashion, leading to her becoming their new Trainer despite the rocky history its kind had with humanity.

Malformed Malice (Parts: 1, 2, 3)

CONTENT WARNING: Pokemon death, blood, severe injury, bodily possession, hauntings. Search the above title as a tag for the full story. The linked posts are only the major events. Rose's relationship with Todd had been slower than she had liked, and upon recalling she had a Hisuian Zoroark's mask within her possession, she vowed to show him he was truly safe with her. However, it went in a very unplanned direction: her near death and full-body possession by the vengeful, baneful spirit of the fox within said mask. With Mutt's help, however, Reshiram was capable of getting close, even in their sealed state, to help Rose fight off the spirit. This did not end with one or the other dying, however. An agreement was reached, a genuine accord to allow the Zoroark, dubbed Maddie by Rose, a way to experience a new lease on life. The agreement was tenuously reached at first, but the weeks that followed allowed Maddie to begin genuinely believing in Rose's resolve emotionally as well as logically. As such, they are now a package deal, both capable of taking control of the body whenever necessary and both capable of wielding the mask to transform as originally intended. A pleasant side-effect? With the mask on, both can understand Pokemon. With the mask off? Todd is still perfectly understandable by both of them, giving him even more peace of mind.

#rosy recountings #pokemon roleplay #pokemon rp #outofroses #arceus says hello

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therewasatale · 2 years ago

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stolen (Part 2)

Part 2 - take him back

(Part 1)

On Ao3.

There were two, polite knocks, he stopped at the third or he couldn’t have controlled himself and damaged the door.

The latch was pulled away, an Ekon on the other side of the door blinked at the couple in surprise. "Dr. Reid, I am certain the Ascalon club did not contact you."

"I need to speak to Lord Redgrave."

"I am afraid-"

His fist thumped on the door cracking it. "Now listen to me, I know that new members joined recently. I also know that there was some of them who wanted to join to the club not so long ago but were rejected, or the Ekons themselves realized they were not good fit to join the club. Either way, a few hours ago someone connected has kidnapped the leader of the Guard of Priwen and I will find the culprit". He pushed his hand and the wood creaked and bent inwards. "You either let me talk to Redgrave, or I will tear down this door and drag him out from his hiding place by myself."

The Ekon already taking a step back, nodded. "I will inform him immediately of your arrival, please just wait a moment, doctor."

The latch closed and after some creaking, the door opened in front of him.

Jonathan let the rain drip from his jacket onto the burgundy carpet.

"Wait here, please." The vampire teleported away to inform master.

While he waited, Jonathan ran the scarf clutched in his left hand through his fingers. The only thing that tied him to Geoffrey.

He was sure he will find him, no matter what. If it needed, he will scour all of London and search over every house or building. No one could stop him. Time was working against him, however, and he was increasingly afraid of the state he would find the hunter.

Lord Redgrave walked down the stairs with faster and more measured steps than usually, his eyes fixed on Jonathan.

They met in the middle of the wide hall.

"Dr. Reid, I heard you're looking for someone."

"Good evening, Lord Redgrave." He tried to keep the furious edge in his voice as low as possible. "During this evening, three Ekons attacked a Priwen patrol in northern Whitechapel, three hunters were killed and one missing."

The lord only glanced at his left hand before he straitened his posture even more. "The one missing is the leader of the Guard of Priwen, if I am not mistaken."

"I have to find him."

"I'm afraid you are already late, Dr. Reid."

Jonathan took a step closer. "I'm not here for your opinion, Lord Redgrave. Who were those three?" It wasn't just a question; it was a threat. If Jonathan realizes that Redgrave lies, or misleads him in any way which could lead to the hunter's death, then the Ascalon club and every member of it will perish from the face of Earth by his hands.

Redgrave waited, making sure his voice was steady before he spoke up. "A week ago they asked to join, two men and one woman. Naturally, based on our gender rule, we immediately rejected their application. Still, we also realized that they wanted to use the club to destroy the Guard of Priwen."

"Sounds like a great opportunity to the club. Based on the Guard and the Ascalon's pasts."

"Dr. Reid, the Guard of Priwen isn't just an organization, it's an ideology, and as such thing it's almost impossible to destroy. There will always be those who lose one or more their loved ones to a vampire attack and swear revenge." He waved off the annoying thought. "The Guard of Priwen may be an annoyance, yes, but at the moment it is useful the way it is. Besides, they only wanted their own revenge on the leader. McCullum killed one of them before they ever submitted their application."

"And you failed to inform me about this because?" Jonathan tried not to snarl.

"Dr. Reid, you are no longer a member of the Ascalon club, so informing you is no longer our duty." Lord Redgrave tried to swallow.

"Where can I find them?"

"The other side of the Temple Garden. The edge of the Willows Street."

"You should pray that I find Geoffrey alive." He teleported to the door and swung it out in front of him, not caring how much it slammed against the wall.

For the first time in decades, Lord Redgrave felt that maybe, becoming a vampire wasn't such a good idea.

Icy water woke him up. It got into his mouth and nose, for a second he thought he felt that he was drowning.

"And he's still moving! Annoyingly persistent son of a bitch."

"I almost feel impressed; I mean; I can understand how he killed Alfred."

"He was my brother, you twat."

"I'm sorry, Sasha."

Geoffrey was finally able to open his right eye. There was some kind of light in the basement. Three red eyes glared him, towering over his still bleeding body.

"What...." he didn't even have the strength left to finish the sentence. His head throbbed again and every nerve in his body followed suit. He should be dead by now.

"So? How should we kill him?" Asked Sasha from the two other Ekons.

"I reckon, we should just cut his throat and watch him bleed." Answered the one, called Adam.

"Or, we could tear his stomach, and show him his own guts before he dies." The other was probably Peter.

"We can also just put a rope around his neck, drag him out and maybe tie him to a pillar? Then his companions and everyone else could see the glorious leader of the Priwen!" Her voice became filled with excitement.

No, this was the only thing Geoffrey was able to think. Just not that. Don't let everyone see what happened to him. Not the others. Not Jonathan.

A weak gurgling gasp left his body.

"I think he likes the last one." Said one of them. "Peter, fetch us a rope, will you?"

"With pleasure."

They failed to notice someone opening the entrance of the house. The newcomer searched around the building, not touching anything. In his hand he was gripping carefully the scarf. Finally, he stumbled onto the door left ajar to the basement.

They haven't even realized that they were about to die.

Jonathan stood at the door.

Right now the only thing he could see was Geoffrey's bleeding body. His heartbeat slowed down, his breathing became heavier with each inhalation. The Priwen was lying in an ever-growing red puddle.

"Who are you?" One of them asked, but it didn't reach Jonathan.

The smell of blood oozed around him, and made his stomach twist. Hunger and hate tried taking over his body.

"Hey he asked you?! Who the fuck are you?!" Asked another one.

It didn't matter what they said or wanted to do.

Jonathan let the beast inside him scream and take over. Darkness rose under his feet and folded around his body. He disappeared from the top of the stairs in a heartbeat. The first slash ripped open the nearest Ekon's neck, then the woman's head got smashed, finally the last Ekon died by his claws; they ran through his chest and shredded his heart into pieces.

Within another second Jonathan reappeared on the top of the stairs, panting from anger. His hands still shaking.

"Geoffrey!" He teleported right next to him, kicking one of the lifeless body out of the way so he could kneel down. "Geoffrey, can you hear me?!"

His heart still beat. He counted at least eight broken bones, and seven cracked ribs. His skin was covered in bleeding gashes in several places. Fortunately, there was no sign of internal bleeding.

"Geoffrey, please, can you hear me?" He pulled the hunter into his arms as gently as he could. "Please, if you hear me, please talk to me." His voice faltered like his heart was about to.

Finally, McCullum opened one of his eyes. "Took ya long enough..."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." With the end of the scarf, he gently wiped out the blood from the edge of his lips. "I'll take you to the hospital, all right?"

"Sure."

Trembling fingers reached up to Jonathan's face, slowly trying to wipe his bloody tears away.

"I'm not dead." Whispered the hunter.

"I know, thank God, I've found you in time. I was so scared." Jonathan gently kissed his hair. "I will keep you safe." He slipped his arms out of his coat and gently draped it over McCullum's body before lifting him into his arms.

"Just don't let the others see me." Geoffrey sent a small smile at the Ekon before he lost consciousness again.

The pattering sound of rain filled the room. Outside, the evening had long since set in, and the sun had disappeared behind the houses hours ago.

He woke up in a pleasant warmth, only the dull pulsation of pain spoiled it all. Every part of his body flooded his brain with signals for attention.

He blinked a couple of times, before realizing his left leg and arm where completely bandaged up, and so was his half of his face, and his right side too.

"Geoffrey?" Jonathan appeared next to him almost immediately. "How do you feel?"

"Every-" his throat felt like it was filled up with sand.

"Here, drink this."

The water helped, and made him feel a bit less weary and trodden-on.

"Thanks. I'm fine." He finally looked into the vampire's eyes. "I feel like shit, but shit that’s alive, so it's a win." A small smile lingered on his lips.

"When I saw you..." but Jonathan couldn't continue, he hid his face into his hands. His shoulder was hunched over.

"Hey, hey, look at me." Reaching out he took Ekon's face into his palm. "You did what had to be done." One of his fingers gently stroked under Jonathan's eyes. "It was either me or them."

"I was so worried, that I couldn't find you in time."

"Well, I thought that was the end for me too...I didn't even notice them when they appeared at the alley." He carefully stroked the vampire's lips before pulling his hand away. He let himself fall back onto the pillows. It was nice for once, laying in a comfortable bed, even if he was patched up and numb all over his body. "Thank you, but hey, maybe next-" the kiss finally silenced him. He was grateful, even after everything, he couldn't take this first step. He was never able to, just let himself be kissed and pulled into an embrace. Maybe he was a coward, but being a hunter and being in any kind of relationship with a vampire felt like he had failed everything he fought for so far.

Fingers caressed his chin and melting these heavy thoughts away.

"Where am I?"

"In the Pembroke, I had to take you here, and you will be here for a while. You slept through a whole day anyway."

"So you would trap me here?" The hunter asked with a half-smile.

"Oh, you can leave. As soon as you are able to stand on your own two legs, without help." Jonathan sighed, but his eyes smiled back at him. "Until then, you will stay here and recuperate. The others can visit you, if they behave."

"I would rather not see them right now."

"That's a shame." Came the snort from the direction of the door.

"Jim?" Geoffrey froze up. "What-?"

"The doctor, informed us that you're alive and here." The hunter took an uncertain step inside. He slowly crumpled the rim of his hat in his hands. "You look like shit, McCullum."

"I'm glad, I can see you too."

The two Priwens let out a small chuckle, before Jim cleared his throat. "But anyway, I just wanted to check on you, before I'll go out to tell the others, that your doctor takes good care of you."

Geoffrey rolled his eyes. "He's just some-" he glanced up Jonathan, but couldn't really finished the lie.

"Yeah, just some doctor, I bet." The room started to feel warmer. "I'll deal with the newbies, and the funerals. We can't delay to inter them, but we can wait you for the ceremony until you can walk. Jack and the other would have wanted the same."

He had to swallow back the bitterness. "Yeah, sure, thank you, Jim. I just need a week or two to get back on my feet."

"One, at least he needs one month, or three weeks" Jonathan slowly nodded, not paying attention as the injured hunter rolled his eyes.

"One month, all right." The older Priwen put on his slightly creased hat. "Then, get better until then, Geoffrey. Evening, Doc." He sent a small nod to Reid before walked away.

Silence fell on the room.

"He was actually, nice, maybe in the future your brothers won't immediately attack me when I’m out for a walk. I could finally have a peaceful night."

"Maybe," Geoffrey tried not to pay attention to his own blushing face. This night just started to become more and more surreal. He glanced down to Jonathan's hand, it was still gently holding his. Maybe surreal wasn't the right word.

"Maybe?"

"I don't know, I'm just tired, but don't treat me like a cat. I still have my pride, Jonathan."

The Ekon let out a small chuckled, that made McCullum's heart skip a beat. "I would never do that, oh leader of the Guard of Priwen. I'm glad you feel better."

Geoffrey let himself sank more into the soft pillows. "Yeah, me too. You bloody…doctor." He closed his eyes. At the limit of his perception, he felt the fingers that drew small circles on the back of his hand and palm. It was as if someone was calling his name, but the feeling was too pleasant for him to pay attention to anything else.

Jonathan watched in silence as the hunter slowly drifted off to sleep. He was safe and that was all that mattered. The hospital and this part of the city belonged to him and no one would have dared to attack him or those who belonged here. McCullum was the only one who tried and since then no one else again. He made sure of it.

"Dr. Reid?" Nurse Branagan appeared in the door. "Dr. Swansea would like to talk with you, if you're not too busy, doctor."

Jonathan suppressed an urge to roll his eyes. He had to make sure Edgar had his hands full and finally did something useful, after everything.

"I'm coming, nurse Branagan." He left a tiny kiss on McCullum's forehead before he left the room. "Thank you, I'll go and deal with Edgar."

Their eyes met, and Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

"Nothing, doctor. I'm glad your friend is safe." Answered the nurse with a small nod.

"Me too. Thank you." He glanced back at the hunter once more before he walked away.

#vampyr game #vampyr 2018 #vampyr fanfiction #jonathan reid #geoffrey mccullum #dr reid #mcreid #copper

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onesaltyerik · 1 year ago

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Ya boi is moving!

Halito! I have not written many fics or entries for fics in what feels like ages. Because I've been stressed and 'brain stuck' from all the recent events that go as thus-

. Tries to move house

. Get's told by realtor I cannot be accepted into new house until it is confirmed I am leaving the current one.

. Wanted to leave the current one anyways as it's INFESTED with mould, dark, dusty, rotting, I fell through the floor a couple times, holes in the wall patched up with shower caulk cause the landlord is a dingus, so my flat and I applied for breaking lease early to get the fuck out of there. . Get confirmed to leave after having to get the council involved cause the landlord wasn't letting us break lease early unless we got new tenants in to replace us, even though legally the house unfit for human habitation until it was fixed up. Landlord agreed to let us go. . We apply for the new place. We need a reference from previous landlord. Previous landlord refuses to give it cause he's butt hurt we decided to fight him on letting us leave early. . Cue slew of unfortunate events, including refusing to sublet the new place because we are over the age of 18 and unmarried, a flatmate's previous landlord (before the shitty one) being dead and unable to give a reference for her, and just general chaos involved in being in your mid twenties and no one wanting to rent to students or apprentices because of stupid reasons like "you're just gonna party and ruin the property value" like bruh no, our parties consist of DND nights and Lord of the Rings marathons, we don't play loud music or have flashing lights or invite a shit ton of people, we're awkward nerds who don't like loud noises and flashing lights!

. Week of moving out comes around, we are told we did not get the place we applied for, have to scramble to find temporary housing and end up splitting up the crew because of it which sucks but what can you do? . Spend the week hauling shit to a storage unit, deep cleaning what we can of the flat (which is honestly just polishing a turd but whatever I guess) spending way too much money on moving companies, rubbish removal folks, and a very flaky cleaning company that did not communicate to their worker what time they needed to be here and kept insisting that the place was a "Two bedroom, Two bathroom, One lounge" flat when I kept telling them in the applications that no it was a "Two bedroom, ONE bathroom, Two lounge" flat (because our flat was designed and laid out by someone on crack I swear there was no logic to the entire place and the kitchen was teeny tiny hallway) and FINALLY getting out of there . Ended up leaving the place for good yesterday and am now sleeping for the next three days and doing nothing because I'm exhausted and I'm eternally grateful for my flatmate MothGod's parents for letting me stay at their place for at least a month until we can all get a place, and I've found out all my stuff has just ABSORBED mould, just coated in the spores. Like there's no visible marks or anything but it smells like decaying house and mustiness and it's just awful so I gotta do some severe laundry and cleaning of all my stuff and hope my figures and bones collections are going to be okay because fuuuuuck that flat being so fucking mouldy! So yeah, been busy, been exhausted, been unmotivated. So hopefully I can get back to doing the things I love once I've properly rested and had time ti deep clean my clothes and suitcase and blankets.

Thank yall for your patience.

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pepcono · 1 year ago

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binniedeactivated · 4 years ago

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whorehouse. || 💦

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➥ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 | 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐱! , 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲.

multi-fandom ask requested by @light164star hope you enjoy this my love!

in any normal university a fraternity represents ambition, passion, and integrity amongst brotherhood. but things were different in your university.

the Sigma Chi (ΣΧ)’s were different. they stayed in this big gorgeous frat house across campus, they threw the best parties and had the best of everything. they had the best selection of everything on campus, even down to the best dining hall. they were very selective to who they admitted. well, judging by the guys you saw leave that building it seemed as if they only accepted the best of the best. the best looking guys, best athletes, the academic powerhouses, the all rounders. every guy on campus wished they were one of them and every girl wished they could be with one of them. but the Sigma Chi’s never dated anyone. that was their number one rule.

and lastly, the sigma chi was rich. not because it was full of a bunch of guys who were spoiled rotten by their parents. not because the university provided them with full ride scholarships. but because the sigma chi house wasn’t what everyone thought it was. of course it was a house of brotherhood, but they had subscribers all across campus. including you. and the university officials had yet to know that. not that anyone would snitch anyway, they practically had everyone wrapped around their fingers. they even managed to wane off some of the security guards and professors from scoping out their territory, giving them hush money for their loyalty.

i know what you’re thinking. no -- the sigma chi’s aren’t a mafia. despite their ways they’re actually far from a mafia. they were a fraternity. they were a business. and one thing for certain, two things for sure, don’t you ever meddle in the business of the sigma chi’s. no one has ever came back from that little mistake. as far as you were concerned the victims were basically wiped off the face of the earth, complete lost of contact, even their social media accounts deleted and deactivated. no one knew what the sigma chi’s did to them but no one wanted to find out either.

anyway, you held your head low while walking towards the steps of the house. not everyone on campus knew about their little secret but that still didn’t keep you from being embarrassed about yours. you were a happy subscriber and you weren’t going to deny that. sometimes you wondered how your application even got accepted. but it did. you went into the little convenience store they held in the building, waiting for kim seungmin/kang taehyun/ ju haknyeon, either one of them were required to check you in. they worked at the house convenience store but little did anyone know the trio were the brains behind the whorehouse. they didn’t handle much subscribers themselves, but faithfully took care of admissions and payments. oh, and also check in’s. no one could get service or even have access to the whorehouse without going through them first.

the motion detector chimed indicating that they had a customer. you bit your lips looking around a bit, hoping no one walked in right after you. hoping they would think you’re just there to purchase snacks or something. with his sleeves rolled up from handling the store’s stock--coming from the back was kim seungmin. he approaches the back of the counter and does a little head tilt, indicating that you needed to show your identification. you reached your fingers into your wallet and plucked up your student identification card, sliding it on the counter. he reaches for it and opens an app on his smartphone, making sure you were a paying subscriber. lord knows they had enough people behind on payments yet still trying to receive service. even though you knew you were up to date on your payments you still gulped. seungmin never really showed much of any facial expression which scared you. just a sullen, hard expression that made everyone around him think he hated them.

“you’re all set. sign this slip”.

he grabbed the small notepad full of paper slips he’d printed and specially designed himself, writing the date and his signature signifying that he approved your service. it was your job to sign the bottom line though confirming your consent to anything included in your service. you swiftly grabbed a pen and scribbled your signature.

“room 502. make sure you give them that or else you’ll have to leave”.

you nod and place the slip in your pocket, taking the elevator to the floor. you admit you were nervous as hell, this is how you were each visit. when you’re a subscriber you don’t know what type of service you can get. you’re just assigned to a random room and you’re promised a good orgasm-- several even--- by the time you leave. the way university was stressing you out these days that’s all you needed. your feet finally approach the door and you knock hesitantly. the door opens a bit, just enough to show his face and they grey and black silk robe he was wearing. it was choi yeonjun. fuck. you were scheduled with choi yeonjun today. there was no doubt in your mind that you’ll be fucking ruined.

“slip?”.

you fished it out of your pocket and showed him. he took it and nodded before crumbling it and tossing it in the nearby trash can. he opened the door further, you could see the dark room only illuminated by the deep red lights that lined the perimeter of the room. your heart dropped to the pit of your stomach at the sight of handcuffs, a pack of gummy worms and a vibrator sitting on the edge of the bed.

“come in”.

you nervously slipped through the crack of the door while he shuts it behind you. the room smelled like cherries, it always did for some reason. you stood there and swallowed. you could hear yeonjun faintly chuckling behind you, his hand brushing along your waist.

“you scared baby?”.

“y-yes”. you stammer. he kisses your cheek.

“you should be. take those panties off and get on all fours for me”.

“okay”. you stuttered once more doing as you were told. you came here enough to know that clothes always went on the clothing rack beside the door. fully naked you hesitantly crawl on the bed and remain on all fours just as instructed. you could hear the clashing metal of the handcuffs behind you as yeonjun undoes them and hooks them around both of your wrists and around the headboard. the cold metal ring clung painfully tight around your wrists and you gasp a little at how rough he was. your back was now arched in the perfect bow and anything he wanted to do he could do it, your body was at his full disposal. you could feel his hand slide down your midsection and your breathing hitched. he removes it and lowers himself to the level of your face just to glare into your eyes. you stared into the abyss of his eyes in fear. he takes two fingers and rub them together, smearing the wetness he collected from you before slipping them in his mouth. he then slides it out.

“you’re not wet enough”.

and on that note he shifts to another side of the room and you heard the familiar sound of goo melt into the palm of his hand. you wince at how cold it was when he coated you with it, getting a good rub on your clit before slipping his fingers inside of you just to coat you that way. a subtle moan left your lips when he did so, unbeknownst to you that yeonjun had other plans when it came to your needy noises.

“none of that today,”. he says in response before picking up a pack of long heavy gummy worms. “that’s what these are for”. he ripped the pack open and grabbed a handful just to go over and shove between your lips. “I don’t want to hear any sounds from you today, you understand?”. you nod with the gummy treats in between your teeth. they were so thick you didn’t know how anyone could ever chew through them.

the buzzing noise of the vibrator rang behind you and your feet immediately grew cold. you couldn’t back out now. you paid for this. this is what you subscribed for. you had to take it.

yeonjun clutches your thighs and slides himself beneath you, face to face with your pussy that was practically begging for him at this point. you felt the smooth, thick grey vibrator slip past your slippery folds pushed deep inside you. in an instant you no longer knew how you were going to keep your legs in place this whole time. you started breathing hard gnawing on the gummies as hard as you possibly could. “shaking already baby? you’re going to have a hard time today”.

he steadily holds the toy, sinking it between your folds and pulling it back out slowly relishing the way your wetness coated it. moans awaited in your throat yet you forced them back down. yeonjun loved the way your pussy looked from this angle but most importantly he loved the way your clit looked. plump and glistening with lube. he softly hums and slides his tongue against it. you gasp but this time refusing to exhale.

“mmm”. he hums again and gives it another cat lick before pushing his face closer and coddling it between his lips. you decided to breathe, as shaky as it sounded at least you weren’t making any noises. but fuck you wanted to. the way he was twisting and moving the toy inside you, the way his wet tongue felt curling against your clit, you wanted to collapse. and he knew it.

he groans after pulling away from your folds with a thin spit string to follow but he couldn’t keep himself from going in for more. he ate you like a hungry tiger, each taste of you is like heaven in the coil of his tongue. that’s what killed you the most. that’s what made your legs tremor the most. yeonjun didn’t eat pussy as if he wanted to eat pussy. he ate pussy as if he needed to eat it. and that made all the difference.

every lick sent electricity straight to his groin. the fact that you were shaking above him unable to do anything but breathe heavy and take whatever he was giving you turned him on. he thought your little lips were so soft, pretty and scrumptious. he slid his tongue around every crease and fold refusing to neglect a sector. he always had an unquenchable desire to please. your insides burned with agony. he told you that you weren’t allowed to make noise yet he ate you like this? you couldn’t take it. your breathing was already heavy and your legs were already on the verge of collapsing so if he didn’t stop within the next 5 seconds you’d be a moaning mess through the gummies in your mouth.

he fucks you with the toy a bit faster, twisting it inside you while he flat tongued your clit prior to sucking it gently; hallowing his cheeks in the process. your eyes close and the jolts of pleasure made your tummy cave in. your heart rate soars and now your wrists were writhing desperately inside the cuffs. it felt so fucking good. god, it felt so good. your torso was on fire. his fingers dug into your innermost thigh while his tongue further explored you. he licks a particular spot that you weren’t quite fond of anyone licking, sending a bone shuddering moan through the air.

“ ffuckk! please!”.

yeonjun halts his movements at the sound of it. you mentally cursed at yourself. how could you be so stupid?

“what was that?”.

you swallowed. you agreed to keep silent. that was a bad choice. he slipped himself from underneath you and approached your face, grabbing your jaw roughly forcing his attention on him. “answer me when I’m speaking to you”.

lord knows you wanted to. but he looked so incredibly scary like this your jaw trembled at the thought of even replying. he lets go of you forcing your head to drop back down in between your shoulders. “you don’t want to fucking listen right?”. you heard a barely audible chuckle but you knew he wasn’t chuckling because anything was humorous. “I got something for you”.

the sound of that made your heart drop. you didn’t know what the hell that meant. your mind couldn’t even grasp what it could possibly mean. all you knew was that you were handcuffed to this bed in this dark red room, your body in the position of complete freewill. after a couple of minutes more of drowning in the fear of your own thoughts the door behind you open and close. you heard not one set-- but other sets footsteps creak the floor. your eyes grew as wide as moons. little did you know though, this was all apart of their plan. yeonjun knew you wouldn’t be able to take what he was doing to you.

“since you don’t know how to shut up, I brought some friends who won’t mind doing it for you”.

squatting to your eye level was lee juyeon, another one of sigma chi’s most honorable members. he does this sly smirk before rubbing your cheek with his hand. “how you doing precious?”. your heart began to pound dangerously fast. sliding his hand through your hair was hwang hyunjin, on the other side of your face wearing the same smirk as juyeon. “damn you’ve got a pretty one jun”. he comments. if you weren’t bound to the headboard you’d run out of sheer nervousness. but you couldn’t.

juyeon grabbed your jaw and glares into your eyes steadily, almost as if he were searching for something. with him doing this you hadn’t even noticed that yeonjun and hyunjin disappeared behind you. “you have some pretty lips. you know that? show me how well you can suck my dick“.

he fiddles with the waistband of his briefs, giving you a gorgeous view of his chiseled body and you wanted to melt right then and there. however someone was groping your thighs underneath you and you realized yeonjun was back in the same position as before. and hyunjin was above him, his hands groping your ass and kneading it. he spills some lube into the palm of his hand and shoves two slendery, slippery fingers inside your ass without warning. you choked on your own spit and wince at the pain. he rubbed his clothed dick against you, biting his lips.

“have you ever done anal before baby?”.

you shudder. “nno i haven’t”.

he hums before scissoring his fingers inside you a bit more, stretching you out so his dick could fit perfectly. you’ll admit, you weren’t too keen on anal before hyunjin stuffed his dick inside you and filled you to the brim. yeonjun attaches his lips to your clit again, and juyeon rubs his dick against your lips forcing you to take him in whole. more than anything you didn’t know you’d be experiencing this. being ruined by three men instead of one.

you hummed against the shaft of juyeon’s dick at the feeling of yeonjun’s tongue licking your soft folds through and through, all the while hyunjin’s giving you soft thrusts from behind. the delicious mix of pleasure made you delirious. your tummy caved in and your thighs were trembling once again. and oh yeah, yeonjun got his wishes of you staying quiet. juyeon was filling your mouth so much a sound could barely be audible. juyeon slips his hands in your hair, jerking your head back just so he could see your mouth filled his precum. he grins.

“a subscriber of the whorehouse gets used like a whore. you like this shit don’t you?”.

hyunjin grips your waist harder and chuckles. “she can’t talk with her mouth full. she’s being a lady”.

juyeon smirks and glances down at you trying to suck him as far as you could possibly reach. “is that true? you’re trying to be polite?”.

yeonjun smirks and licks another stripe up your wet swollen clit before chiming in. “if so, shes at the wrong place. polite prissy princesses don’t get fucked and sucked this good”.

hyunjin slams a hand down on your ass, making it jiggle underneath his palm. “they sure don’t”. you groan against juyeon’s length feeling like you could pass out any second. he thrusted himself between your lips steadily loving the sloppy, messy sounds your mouth was making in the process.

“look at you...you suck dick and take it good. who taught you this?”. juyeon growls.

you softly whine, crying in response. numerous moans left your throat but it was a mystery on whether or not they’d actually be heard. it didn’t even matter though because all three of them was groaning loud enough to drown out the sound of yours. you felt like you were going to lose your damn mind being used like this. the pleasure of it all made your toes curl and body shiver. yeonjun’s wet lips were coated in nothing but you precum at this point and hyunjin speeds up the movements of his waist, snapping into you like he’d never get a chance to do it again. well, considering the system of the whorehouse he just might not. and he was making it evident.

“fuck, your pretty ass”. hyunjin groans while throwing his head back and biting his lips, slamming you back against his waist every chance he got. your ass was pretty like this, stemming down from your cinched waist it was plump and perfect from this angle. hyunjin thought he could watch it bounce against him all day if he could. you unintentionally pushed back on him leaving a hum of approval sputtering from him lips. “oh shit”. he grumbled.

“she’s fucking you while riding yeonjun’s face. shit, I like her”. juyeon licks his lips while holding your hair in up a makeshift ponytail. tears jerk from your eyes as he shoves his dick down your throat again before pulling it back out. you gagged enough to spit his precum back over his tip.

“I like her too”. hyunjin mentions, completely stopping his hips just to watch you desperately fuck yourself to an orgasm. a throaty groan became a murmur as your legs trembled and the familiar wave of electricity washed over your whole entire body. you didn’t know how much more you could take.

“she’s pulsating so hard around my tongue I think she’s about to cum”.

“she’s so cute look at her fucking herself. you gonna cream all over us baby?”. hyunjin groans.

your high pitched whine rang through the steamy atmosphere and as if your body listened to hyunjin words you did just that, your juices spilling down his thighs and waterfalls down yeonjun’s chin. hyunjin slips his fingers into the curve of your waist and fucks a bit more until your ass was filled with his cum, and the sticky contents of juyeons fluids were already slithering down your throat. your body spasmed and jerk so hard and yeonjun licks the aftershocks out of you before getting up and fucking your throat until he got a fix of his own. he grunts and roughly pulls your hair while he does so, letting his hot cum spill down your throat after he was finished. your limbs felt so weak. you wanted to just stay there and sleep. but unfortunately you had to walk back to your residence hall in this condition. it was fucking worth it though.

after you were freed from the handcuffs you could see the bruised rings on your wrist from them both. “put your clothes back on, go back to your dorm and take care of yourself baby”. yeonjun speaks just before they all vacated the room.

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emblemxeno · 2 years ago

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Honestly I would just love CQ much more if Hoshido was just... the least bit bad. Like the racism against Nohr is bad but most of the time it's presented as a bunch of few bad apples in the army (Specifically the Takumi squad and Hinoka) rather than a massive societal problem. I always thought that if Hoshido was a kingdom with an excess of resources and a staunch refusal to help any other kingdoms even if they're in dire need would make CQ just a little more engaging to play? Like, if you're not interested in the Nohrian siblings you would at least understand why someone would want to fight against Hoshido if there's a country with an actual EXCESS of resources but they refuse to help your starving kingdom. Because at least to me, there's no reason to choose Nohr *as a player* if you aren't pulled by the siblings.

It's funny that you mention it because it's ironically in Birthright that you learn how Hoshido is kinda cracked. Like, Ryoma says they have an excess of resoucrces and Shura says that as a refugee he was explicitly rejected from entering Hoshido because they are so conflict avoidant that even victims get treated as potential threats to their peace.

And for me... that honestly works better? Like, the point of choosing Birthright is that Corrin is appalled by the injustice that Nohr has inflicted on innocent people, but later he confronts soldiers just trying to do their jobs and survive, he finds out that his choice has harmed many people close to him (partly because one of Corrin's major flaws is being unaware how important a person he is as a prince, a lord with retainers, and as a general figurehead), and that both Corrin and Ryoma both realize Hoshido should probably give a shit about its neighbors and not just its own problems; hence, the theme of togetherness and helping one another being applicable on both a character-to-character and country-to-country scale.

Likewise, the point of choosing Conquest is that Corrin gives the benefit of the doubt to both the home and family he grew up with, but has to confront the ugly reality that Nohr is beginning to decline into a cruel, tyrannical kingdom that's threatening the wellbeing of itself and other territories because of Anankos's corruption. Hence why seeing the best in people can often hurt you and others later, and it's important to walk forward and fix the now rather than lament on past actions.

Idk, I guess I never "got" the reasoning on wanting to make Hoshido and Nohr equally as bad as each other in both extremes, because not only is that not how wars happen, but for a route based game like Fates... I'd find it a bit weird and/or bland to have the game try to justify itself. Like, if Hoshido was more evil like some people want for Conquest... then what's substance of the rest of the script? I can't quite picture that kind of plot without thinking of the script tugging its own dick like "yeah, player! YOU chose the right path, cuz look at how awful the enemies are acting! Go you!" and it just sounds a bit unappealing.

Maybe it's just not for me, who knows.

#queue #fire emblem fates #these asks have been very thought provoking #cuz i like to THINK i understand why some people don't like Fates' plot structure or execution #but i don't know it all and it's cool to learn

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I burst through the door, scrolls tumbling everywhere. A bat flies out of my cloak and up to the rafters. Welcome to my TedxTalk wait where are you going-

Okay so. My pet topic du jour: Baalphegor. You'll find tinfoil hats taped underneath your seats; please save those for the end of the presentation.

Sky is very much correct that the last information we have for Baalphegor is that she is "missing", with no more real information than that. We have no information on the timeframe of her disappearance relative to Raphael's own residence on Cania, so there's a lot of room for extrapolation.

I have compiled what is, as far as I am aware at least, every notable reference to Baalphegor. Note: if you have knowledge of any others that I've missing, please tell me.

Baalphegor is referenced first in Dragon issue #76, published in 1983. We actually find a lot of detail about her here, the most pertinent of which is:

This tells us that not only is she clever and diplomatic, but also staggeringly intelligent. Mephistopheles spends a great deal of his focus on research and development of new spells and magical items - for Baalphegor to be the source of "many of the strategies and devices used in the hells" says a great deal about her intellect.

Dragon #76 goes on to describe her physical appearance (or one of them, at least):

Desiring a break from the infernal politics of the Nine Hells, Baalphegor is enjoying herself and regards her interplanar tinkering as a sort of game, with its own rules.³

She's on vacation.

We find another description of Baalphegor here, one that matches physically that of Dragon #76, but restates her relation to Asmodeus in an intriguing way:

One of the Nine Hells' most artful and beautiful she-devils, Baalphegor is an honored diplomat and a consort to Mephistopheles, and counts Asmodeus as a close ally.³

The final excerpt of note from Dungeon #2 is this:

Though extremely powerful, Baalphegor was not included in order to crush the player characters. She should be played with care and cleverness, befitting her extreme intelligence.³

Baalphegor's Grace is a potent artifact reputedly crafted over six hundred years ago by the archdevil Mephistopheles, who created the vial to capture the blood and tears of his consort Baalphegor for loan to favored cultists on the Material Plane. Recent events in Hell have claimed Mephisto’s attentions for several decades, and in that time he has lost track of Baalphegor’s Grace. Any character who successfully drinks from the vial finds that he becomes linked to a group of powerful erinyes devils known as the Blessed Angels. These devils once served Baalphegor as elite guards, yet since her disappearance and the artifact’s fall into the Material Plane, these erinyes instead serve whoever drinks from the vial.⁴

Alright... do you recall those tinfoil hats? Under your seats?

Please don them now.

To wit, I propose that Baalphegor might be two things:

an aspect of Asmodeus

an earlier iteration of the incubus known in present-day as Haarlep

Stick with me you already put the hats on

Okay, so every archdevil can make an aspect (or multiple, if they have the spare power for it), described as such:

Aspects of Asmodeus could be found anywhere in the planes where they advance Asmodeus’s main goals...⁶

Many of Asmodeus's aspects are unhidden effigies of their originator, said to "evokes the same fear that its master does, and other devils are extremely cautious about associating with an aspect of Asmodeus on a personal level."⁶

As for the Haarlep connection, well...

First of all, Baalphegor's long-time but ambiguously dated disappearance certainly allows for the possibility in simple chronological terms.

Second, it would make sense for Mephisto to make use of someone he, presumably, trusted to remain loyal to him above his son, and who better in that regard than Baalphegor.

Third: Think about it. Isn't it hilarious to consider? Doesn't it fill your mind with chaotic glee to imagine?

I am carried away on a cloud of bats.

¹ Fiendish Codex II: Tyrants of the Nine Hells. 2006, p. 69

² Dragon Magazine #76. August 1983, pp. 28-29

³ Dungeon Magazine #2. November/December 1986, p. 37

⁴ Dungeon Magazine #135. June 2006, p. 71

⁵ Fiendish Codex II: Tyrants of the Nine Hells. 2006, p. 141

⁶ Fiendish Aspects II: A Web Enhancement for Fiendish Codex II. 2007, p. 23

⁷ One of the titles of Oghma, greater god of inspiration, invention, and knowledge.

Continuing on the theme of "Meet The Parents," would Meph's consort Baalphegor get involved, and if so, how? (I can't imagine she and Raphael are close. Especially since Raphael's not her child. That might have stung a bit.)

To my knowledge, Baalphegor is currently missing in the lore. Baalphegor is also a really interesting case as she is openly loyal to Asmodeus to the point where some theorize the only reason Meph didn't get offed for some of his dumbass schemes was because of his consort's relationship with the Lord of the Ninth.

As far as personality, all we really know about her is that she was "dignified," "young and carefree, "and was a powerful sorceress. She's a skilled diplomat and was rocking that charisma build. I don't know if she would have been around when Raphael was around, and none of Meph's kids are via Baalphegor.

Having said that. Genuinely think it'd be fun to meet Baalphegor at the "Meet the Parents" battle royale. She'd be drinking wine. Throwing some shade. She can jump to the Prime Material on a whim, so like. Maybe they could talk about current events. Walking around with Tav's hand tucked in the curve of her arm. Oh no, I love her.

@inaconstantstateofchange might know more. They're currently Gandalf'ing their way through the archives. Searching for wild lore fragments. Constructing horrifying theories (affectionate).

#bg3 raphael #bg3 mephistopheles #baalphegor #if you ask me how long i spent on this i will smile at you while crying tears of blood #asmodeus #bg3 #my meta #lore #voidling speaks #baator #d&d #forgotten realms #raphael #sky-kiss

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