#Beach Party Glam

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✚ Gyaru Names …

Kaecha，Kara，Harutamu ／ Haru，Doll ／Dolly ／ Dollie，Glam ／ Glamour，Gyal，Tokki，Kogal，Poyo，Kioko，Hana，Yuzu，Star ／ Starry ／ Stargal，Fashionista，Iconique，Accessorie，Marin ／ Mari，Kyun，Heart，Teri，Rabupoyo，ChaCha，Nao，Chicita，Frisk ／ Frisky ／ Friskie，Partea，Tori，Sparkle，Blondy ／ Blondie，Charm ／ Charmy ／ Charmie．

✚ Gyaru Pronouns …

Gal Gals，Gya Gyaru，Fashion Fashions，Den Denim，Spark Sparkle，Cue Cute，Host Hostess，Pri Princess，Charm Charms，Party Partys，Excite Excitement，Girl Girly，Fli Flirt，Style Stylish，Bri Bright，Deco Decor，Date Dates，Chi Chic，Trend Trends Trendsetter，Pop Popular，Fad Fads，Star Stars，Doll Dolls，Bea Beach，☆ ☆s，🛍 🛍s，💅 💅s，🩷 🩷s，🐆 🐆s，🎀 🎀s，👡 👡s，✨️ ✨️s，🌺 🌺s，🌴 🌴s，🐬 🐬s，🏝 🏝s，🏖 🏖s，🍹 🍹s．

✚ Gyaru Titles …

The Gal ( ☆ )，The Gyaru ( ☆ )，Prn Who Is Super Energetic，The Super Duper Cute Gal ( ☆ )，The Heart-Throb，The Fashionista，The Popular Gal，Prn Who Partys，The Trendsetter，Prn Who Is Popular，The Excited Gal，Prn With Big Lashes，The Over - Accssessorized，Prn With Bold Makeup，The Confident Gal，The Life of the Party，The Genki Girl．

✚ Gyaru Usernames …

gyarupoyo，genkish，galwife，gyaruwife，kyun-desu，galteri，gyaruteri，gyaruri，galnida，gyarunida，h-nya，tr-nd，populargf，sankuyna，erogal，gyarugos，agepoyo，rabupoyos，himapoyos，ic-n，ic-nic，cutesygal，gyaus，galpien，gyankawas，kanpaigal，galish，dekishi-gal，nyatsuku，hoshigal．

[elizabethrobertajones]

summer scions!! I absolutely love the new portraits for all their smug happy expressions. Except Y'shtola, who is not going to deign to give a camera a proper saucy look because that's silly. Urianger is smirking twice as hard on her behalf.

Glam review under the cut!

I unlocked Alphinaud first of the twins and didn't know Alisaie had a little necktie yet, so I'm deducting a point from my first impression because the sheer delight that he had a silly little necktie of some sort no matter the situation delighted me so thoroughly. Since they're still engaging in matchy twin dressing to some degree, I have to assume they either like it and won't admit it after digging in so hard, or Ameliance sent them off with cute outfits and matching backpacks, and they still don't really shop for themselves.

He's got the practical watch/compass gloves which are good for a technically proficient Sage and probably the most practical gear he's ever worn except for when he was poncho Alphy, but wearing ankle-length jeans seem like the least weather-appropriate choice of the Scions if we assume their average skin coverage is a good weathervane for the temperature in Tural. I chalk it up to teenage awkwardness.

8/10 unless he and Alisaie chose their outfits themselves, in which case it's a 9/10

I think Alisaie is the only Scion to keep a single piece of their default gear, and those are her usual gloves. She's colour-matched around it.

Because of the gloves and boots, she looks the most ready for hardcore hiking, somehow, and her matching Alphinaud with a cute button down shirt with rolled up sleeves along with that particular choice of baggier shorts (when she normally wears more form fitting shorts) do give me the closest to butch vibes it's probably likely to get for main characters. So I'm giving her an extra point I stole from Alphinaud for the lesbian vibes.

9/10 or 10/10 if she made these choices all by herself.

Everything about this cracks me up, from his portrait above to the image of him tanking open shirted once he pulls mobs.

Believe it or not, he's getting an additional point for those shoes simply because the competition in practicality in tanking is G'raha.

I had a moment of excitement when I thought the necklace was pink because that's always a cute Ryne/Minfillia thing fanartists give him with ribbons and such, but once I got zoomed in on him it was red, so I guess he's just been shopping. Although, the turquoise shorts are her eye colour and the actual large diamond shapes are secretly Mothercrystal coded in those colours, which just cracks me up that you can pick out one of the worse days of his life (Urianger's grand Warrior of Darkness plan) in his Chill Summer Beach Vibes look.

Douchebag beach bro shell bracelet as well, which really makes me double down on him and Urianger spending way too much on tourist bait along the stalls in the Famous Turali Market. The hat and sunglasses are giving him one of the Most tourist-y looks thematically reflecting how a lot of the Scion guys were just here to hang out, narratively or literally. Maybe he's trying not to get such an intense tan again, which is the only reason he's not entirely topless.

11/10 I could not stop laughing when I got him and Urianger to 100 and Beheld The Brilliance in the same moment.

Please note the raised sunglasses in Urianger's portrait, which are not the model his character uses.

I am delighted that I had been incorporating that island watch into my healer glams on both the logic you need to know your clock positionals but also they're largely the smarty pants jobs (WHM being vibes only aside - it gets its own glams :P). And here's Urianger and Alphinaud both using watches.

Now, I had a moment of being vaguely disappointed he had trousers not a skirt or something else swishy and androgynous, but then I did realise that I, a nonbinary weirdo who relates to Urianger since he made me nonbinary, have actually gone to a couple of garden parties dressed in some variation of this exact outfit of light trousers and a nice button up. Plus, the earrings are in both ears, so no "Google, which ear is the gay one?", these are just straight up cute femme dangly earrings with his favourite little dudes on.

More importantly, the colours he's repping are those of Lopporit Radio. He probably tunes in every night for his broadcasts :')

Mirrored sunglasses for the guy notorious for keeping thoughts and plans close to his chest and choosing deliberately to be enigmatic even when it serves zero purpose except for I guess gender affirming care. (The gender is Weird Bitch.)

I can't tell how I feel about those dad sandals. I suppose it depends if he's wearing them like a fashion model (brand new and clean with perfect pedicured feet) or if those are REALLY dad at the beach-like and, since I'm not a foot person, this for me is only a choice between "not off-putting" and "AURGH".

9/10 the proximity to Thancred hauls him up several points of misgivings I had, and the lopporit shout outs are killing me :')

I unlocked Y'shtola last and holy fuck I am a lesbian. I don't even recognise where those boots come from, so either a really expensive glam or something I just have not stumbled on. She has toe rings I think? And painted nails? I have no idea if the garter (?) is part of the boots glam or a custom thing as result of not recognising the boots and how much of them is normal. I feel like they customised a lot on her anyway - the back of her top has purple beads that match her staff (not dyable on the real piece)

and I think the necklace has to be part of the top instead of a separate necklace piece with the way it hangs, AND the bracelets are a glove piece with the original summer glam, but I assume they're layered with the false nails, also in the glove slot. All in all it's giving the sort of effort which is starting to creep up to what I'd expect from the modding community not the game. I mean, not THAT good but getting close. Baby steps towards what fandom can make :P

She really is god's favourite meow meow.

Anyway I can't really judge this fairly because it's really hot and I love her so I'm just going to give it 100/10 and move on. :)

how did I get a picture where Estinien looks like he's stooping to get in the frame...

The fact he has Azure Dragoon Blue Top and then Violently Nidhogg Fuchsia shorts is the colour theory that absolutely killed me. When he lights up during his burst and starts glowing pink all over his shorts are like. Taking him over like the eye once did I think.

love a guy who can embrace his past trauma and dress to match all that has passed before and all that he intends to do now (kill something large and tasty, grill it on the beach, fall asleep with a beer in hand until the waves come in and wake him up).

I gave him that wooden bracelet in the glam he has on my desktop screen so once again I'm feeling weirdly vindicated.

Other details: no ponytail despite the warm weather because he's got enough ventilation. The fact there's cactaurs on his shirt when he's on record for eating them is amazing. We should imagine he's wearing his jobstone like that pendant (since he's one of the only guys with a confirmed jobstone despite being the Guy Without A Job notoriously that one time.)

Unlike Thancred's hat and sunglasses combo, which seems fun and boisterous somehow, he seems the most walled off of all the sunglasses wearers even though he's not the most mysterious. The visor really helps make it a sort of wall. Maybe just because his terse upfront personality and somehow despite his clothes horse habits THIS amount of whimsy seems the most out of character at first glance, but he DOES look uncomfortable to me.

Somehow I find everything about this outfit excellent for his character but also like maybe he was forced into it, everyone cornering him and telling him the Scion Beach Party was a mandatory work event and he was not allowed to beg off of it and he did put some work in expressing himself but also is going to go find a much quieter corner to lurk in for the day, when not competing with Thancred (can't grill, loves it) for the barbeque (Estinien can grill, would only do it because the threat of Thancred doing it wrong is too high).

confused 7/10 mostly because I think Krile is blackmailing him and not because I don't love everything about this.

Here's how G'reenha Tia can still win -

Anyway here's the deducted point for tanking in flip flops (PERFECTLY acceptable BLM gear btw but he's Mr Versatile.)

(I joke but the main character of my novels is a flip-flop wearing menace who could and would tank in them)

Between the padlock and key necklace and the woven bracelet right after we all went feral over the Thavnarian bracelets for couples thing so recently (and Corvos is just across the water!) he's absolutely dripping cutie pie love interest coding yet again.

(Also yes I know the lock and key thing is very funny because we were introduced to him learning he was a fancy key to a big door.)

Gains a point back because the other green g'raha thing is I'm pretty sure people use this shirt glam because it kinda looks like it has weed on it.

Don't quote me on that, vibes only.

Anyway he came colour coordinated (with his original eye colour and hair colour not the bright Allagan dalamud red dye that goes with his normal outfit) so so precise and neat, like he's going to some sort of formal event, and even with flip flops he really does seem incredibly put together like the twins or Y'shtola, just for full outfit cohesiveness.

As someone who would hold G'raha's hand on the romantic gondola vibe, 10/10.

3 out of 10 and a huge cringe if you would not. He's got to stop Striving.

Hey it's the star of the show!! Adorable hairstyle out, cute plot-important earring on, and wearing her exact character colours but adorable beach wear :)

I love that she looks kind of like she went to the girls for advice and got the top from Y'shtola and the shorts from Alisaie, and she probably was very serious and stressed about getting this right even though there's no rules and no one's judging her -

oops.

Anyway the ballet shoes are adorable and go with all the cute picto spins and twirls :)

I think the strict colour scheme does speak to the slight lack of fleshing out she got so far in the story (we don't really have any real character reason that picto in particular spoke to her and this glam isn't one of the many fun takes people had on how to dress to meet that brief ). I don't think DT did more than just repeat that she's serious and sweet and trying really hard to get out of her shell and be more fun and creative and also she's been practicing dodging really hard she shouts mid-Trust combat (bless her). But ALSO getting out of the shell is really hard and she only found out everything and got some closure in the final level 100 quests so there wasn't really much to do with her after that.

This is like her First Non-Plot-Critical Whimsy Moment and losing the hood or any cat ears entirely (and there are perfectly functional cat ears to wear in game) is a good step considering we know she wears it precisely because she needed a sort of advance PR campaign to make her look cute and approachable before she opened her mouth and started bringing down the vibe (serious scary children are SO funny though and i love that for her). Having the same top as Y'shtola is a good thing for trying to make her less childish and have her trying to show that now as she takes this huge step out from the background. I mean, it still has a slight sense of her costuming herself and pushing herself out of comfort zones as she always does, but it's 100% in character so I adore it.

1000/10 because Krile is great and there's so much going on here and it's so fun when a character's whole personality is a costume and then they're like aurgh wait do I even want that??

[carelessflower]

consul alec designer pull

for @malectober prompt suits

let's take a detour to the highly influential, currently a fashion icon of the shadoworld. a pioneer and the inspiration behind consulcore, alec lightwood-bane did quiet luxury like no other

Being surprised when kissed by his warlock ex-boyfriend in Hermès Kelly Belt Bag Epsom Black ($2,750)

Dancing at Malcolm Fade's party in Rome in 1920S Savile Row Antique Morning Coat Tuxedo Tails UK TW Castle Military Tailor ($175) and Saint Laurent Silk Long Sleeve Button-Up Top ($210)

Driving his favorite Maserati with then-boyfriend Magnus Bane and nemesis Shiyun Jung, looking fabulous in Prada Brown Acetate Frame Gradient Tint Aviator Sunglasses ($655.20)

Brooding beautifully in this Polo Ralph Lauren Icon Wester Denim Shirt Light Blue ($130,52)

Another iconic vintage pull - Dior Homme SS06 red leather suspenders ($125)

For a simple scroll through the park with his partner, Alec picked this Moorer Darren UR Suede Hoodie Jacket in Orange ($4,675) number

Decked in full leather glam for City of Lost Souls photo shoot, in order: Spring Summer 1999 Gucci by Tom Ford Black Patent Leather Accent Crop Top ($1,295), Balmain Black Leather Biker Pants ($2,300), Chanel Vintage Black Leather CC Combat Boots ($2,495)

Celebrating a cozy birthday with his husband in a customed Sacai Hooded Sweatshirt With Reverse ($272)

Getting up to some mischief, wearing possibly Agent Provocateur Rozlyn White Bridal Ouvert Brief ($175)

Sipping cocktails on St Barths beach, looking so chic Versace 1990s Clear Rectangular Frame Sunglasses ($375)

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[king-of-the-birds]

PAUL'S BALL

a launch party for wings

He produced a handwritten invitation, leaving space to write in the invitee's name, as well as a number, which would be used for a raffle drawing toward the end of the evening. (The prize was a magnum of champagne; the disc jockey Jeff Dexter was the winner.) (..) The recommended dress was "glam."(..)

Some 800 musicians, reporters, friends of the band and music business honchos were invited.(..)

As always at such events, there was ample carping, which a reporter for Rolling Stone duly cataloged. After describing the Empire Ballroom as decidedly unhip, a leftover from the days when the Joe Loss Orchestra would play foxtrots, and young ladies shopped for husbands among the dancers, the writer noted that while the wine and cheese were free, everything at the bar was for sale.

(…)

Eyebrows were raised when, instead of a Wings performance, partygoers were treated to fox-trots, waltzes, quicksteps, and congas, played by McVay's band-along with what McVay remembered as arrangements of sixties and seventies hits, including a Beatles medley and some Beach Boys tunes. They were raised higher still when the heavily sequined and coiffed Frank and Peggy Spence Latin and Ballroom Formation Dancing Teams filed onto the floor to demonstrate their artistry.

"I'm beginning to think that Paul actually digs all this" one guest quipped to the Rolling Stone reporter, "that he actually likes dance bands, ballrooms, and buffet food. That's incredibly camp, you know, incredibly camp. Have you seen his suit? It's like a clown's costume, the jacket is about five sizes too big, and it's not even been finished."

(from the McCartney Legacy Vol. 1)

Paul: A press launch is always a good excuse to have a night out, so we invited friends and journalists, played the album, danced and had a few funny people come on to entertain. I wore an outrageous big check suit that I thought would be good. When I went to collect it from the tailor that morning he told me that it wasn’t finished. I said, ‘Maybe not, but it’s a look!’ So I went to the party with the cotton and the stitching showing, and everyone said, ‘Your suit’s not finished.’ I said, ‘Yeah, I know. Great, huh?’

(from Wingspan, 2002)

Some of the guests that attended were Jimmy Page, Elton John, Sandy Denny, Mary Hopkin, members of the Who, the Faces, Deep Purple, Ginger Baker, Henry McCullough, Gilbert O'Sullivan, Graham Bond, Sandie Shaw, the Greek synthesizer wizard Vangelis, the actors Malcolm McDowell, and Terence Stamp, some of the Monty Python troupe, Sir Joseph Lockwood, the head of EMI, Allan Clarke, of the Hollies, and (Benny) Gallagher and (Graham) Lyle.

After the party a fan encountered Paul:

He went skipping (yes it is true) down the road with Linda and just as he turned the corner to a side street, I took courage and called him back. He stopped and said “yeah” so I ran to catch him up and breathlessly asked him for his autograph. The funny part is my pen was at the bottom of this large bag of mine! He stood patiently watching me with arms folded as I rummaged elbow deep. I asked him if he had a pen as I just couldn’t find mine; he said no (which isn’t surprising as he had this crazy suit on that had no pockets).

(Kathy Turner – From Meet the Beatles for Real: Wings Party)

[psychocharlie]

I had a dream last night in which Dethklok released deth-eyeshadow palettes. Everyone had their own personalized palette with colors that perfectly fit them and the names for each color in the palette were given by Dethklok themselves. Some refills had funny stamps embossed in the style of each of the band members, and the cover of the packs had their faces on it.

Nathan's palette was mostly black and blood red with names like Death, Murder, Crushed Skull (the only light color there, a milky white), Guts, Hatred, Bloody Vomit, and blue-black color named Abyss.

And when he saw Pickles' palette, he grumbled for a long time that his palette is "not metal" and looked gay, because Pickles' palette didn't have a single dark color, it had a few red-orange shades, but none of them were even brutal blood red (!!!). There was a neon pink shimmer called "Glam" in memory of snakes n barrels, a bottle-green shade called "Booze". The rest of the refills was some trippy bright colors with names like "Party", "Sex on the beach", and there were also a few drug-related named shades: I remember "Acid mushroom", "bad trip" and "cocaine". It looks pretty cool tbh. But Nathan was so fucking pissed off, he was like "Pickles, what kind of gay fucked up shit you put out, it's not even brutal! Okay with Toki put out his candy pink girl shit with glitter and unicorns, 'cause that's Toki, but what's fucking wrong with you? Now, of all the deth-palettes, only mine looks metal, it's fucked up!"

Toki's palette was cute and candy-colored, just the way he likes it. Ufortunately I only remembered a few color names – "Rainbow", "Candy Paradise" and "Magic Unicorn" and there were A LOT of glitter refills in his palette (besides Toki, only Pickles and Skwisgaar palettes had glitters in it, but even they had only one glitter per palette). The cover of the box showed Toki in a cat's body running through a rainbow like in the hamburger time song.

Murderface had the entire palette done in just yellow, ranging from regular yellow to acid yellow to a yellow with red streaks. All the shades were simply called "PISS", "PISS", "PISS", "PISS", "PISS", "ACID PISS", "BLOODY PISS", "PISS". A single black shade in the bottom right corner with the name "Self-hatred" stood out against this. The package was also done in yellow colors, a bit in the Planet Piss style.

Skwisgaar had a cold colors palette.  There were various cold white, gray and blue colors with names like "Ice fjord", "Snow vortex", "Northern wolf", "Viking". There was also a very beautiful golden glitter named "Golden god", Skwisgaar said that it was made of real gold particles. 

Anyway, it's an incredibly cool concept and I woke up feeling really sad that these eyeshadow palettes don't exist in reality because I want to buy them all 😭

Upd: forgot to add another interesting detail. Throughout the dream Exitus from Brendon Small's Galaktikon II was playing somewhere in the background (I didn't fall asleep with headphones on, the song was part of the dream and existed inside it). Namely the lines from "hold my breath, look in my eyes" to "and you live, you live in your heart. And we live, we live with you". So when I woke up I had those lines running through my head.

[ckret2]

whats one thing that bill loves that absolutely NO ONE wouldve guessed? like not in a TRILLION YEARS cause thats how out-of-pocket it is for him to like said thing???

also love your work <33 :) its one of the very few fanfictions where i can feel the true essence of bill cipher and that is very important to me

Thanks! I've tried to squeeze in as much Bill essence as I can.

"What's the most unexpected thing he likes" depends entirely on what you expect, and I feel like that's subjective. You could argue some of the things he likes in canon are pretty unexpected; while, on the other hand, even the unexpected stuff "makes sense" if you have the reason for it. So here's a list of random things that, while they make sense for Bill, might be surprising if you're trying to think of what would fit the image of an evil chaos party god:

First the canon. I feel like "silly straws" isn't exactly SURPRISING for Bill, but I doubt anyone would have expected him to like them enough to voluntarily bring it up if he hadn't. Like there's a long list of likable things he skipped over specifically to give silly straws a shout out.

Some people headcanon he can't actually play the piano and his little performance for Ford was all magic, but I like to headcanon he actually knows how to play and enjoys it. Which implies an unexpected amount of patience and dedicated practice out of a pretty flighty guy.

I mean I don't think anyone would have assumed that meditation fits his vibe.

Fandom's got a pretty good handle on associating him with brightly-colored busy patterns, but only with traditionally masculine or gender neutral aesthetics. Think bowling alley carpets patterns, lava lamps, Hot Wheels-style paint jobs, fire and lightning and lasers. But there's a tendency to overlook aesthetics that are associated with femininity. He WOULD be into Lisa Frank, decora, intricate neon nail art, magical girls that look like they're wearing hyper-saturated overly-complicated dance outfits covered in 24k gold and jewels as big as your thumb, extravagant hats, extravagant jewelry, girly drinks, girly desserts, glam fashion & decor, bubbles, bouquets, rainbows, and hot pink. To Bill, everything is gender neutral.

I think most people wouldn't expect Bill to be into surreal cerebral art films rather than, like, juvenile slapstick or action. But on the other hand, the line between "this is haunting" and "this is boring" is razor thin for him, so he doesn't always like the cerebral films.

He hasn't discovered this yet but he'd love the beach. Sunshine and swimming. The lake would do too.

I don't think anyone would anticipate that Gravity Falls is, actually, in fact, one of his favorite places in the dimension. He mainly keeps complaining about the town because every time he's there, he's TRAPPED AND CAN'T GET OUT.

He's really into math, just recreationally. He would read a whole book about proving Fermat's Last Theorem. He probably proved the theorem himself by 1700. Told no one. He was just bored that week.

Ford got him into DD&MD. Bill wasn't just humoring his human pawn, he genuinely enjoys it. Gets really into the roleplaying and storytelling. He hasn't had anyone to play with in thirty years. Prefers the 90s edition.

Everyone assumes Bill's just humoring Mabel by letting her put on Color Critters tapes. It's like Care Bears crossed with Rainbow Brite and the morals are twice as heavy-handed. But he actually does enjoy the show, it's just for the wrong reasons.

You'd expect the guy who destroyed his home dimension to hate it. There are books, songs, instruments, cars, plays, hotels, cities, convention centers, dams, field trip destinations, even rocks that he misses dearly and will never see again. He still writes to himself and talks to other shapes in his native language. He still constructs houses without ceilings. He still hugs with one arm and shakes hands sideways. He loves his dead dimension. Few people outside of the other surviving shapes know this.

So you decide which is most unexpected!!

[thehollywoodnecromancer]

STOP WHATEVER YOU’RE DOING EVERYBODY AND GO LISTEN TO PICTURE PARLOUR

Seriously they’re some of the best new music around and it’s a TRAGEDY they only have six songs out on Spotify

Their stuff is rich, sharp, soulful, with a sweeping cinematic grandeur and DAMN BANGER electric guitars

Same vibe as the English seaside in winter; pebble beaches, loud ocean, freezing cold and terrifying but also desperately nostalgic

Also amazing fashion, 70s glam rock meets the Big Bad Wolf

Any fans of Florence + the Machine, Nick Cave, the Last Dinner Party, Patti Smith, Stevie Nicks, PJ Harvey, the Arctic Monkeys, the Doors, Siouxsie & the Banshees, the Pixies, LP, Bowie — they’re definitely for you

Genuinely I cannot overstate how much they have become my new musical obsession

So yeah PICTURE PARLOUR !!!!! THEY’RE SO GOOD I PROMISE AHHH

[weepingclwn]

FEFERI PEIXES NPT

[ Requested on Discord ] [ Gyaru Themed ]

︵︵ Names : Glam/Glamour, Gal, Doll, Glam, Glitter, Floral, Fae/Fairy, Sapphire, Jasmine, Kiss, Charm/Charm(s), Sugar/Sugarplum, Vixen, Emi, Koko, Sakie, Saki, Mai, Siren, Dai, Lov/Lover/Lver, Goddess, Sugar, Bun/Bunny/Bunnie, Cherry, Pop, Princess, Sweet, Lovely, Peach, Angel, Moonlit, Melody, Willow, Haven, Hazy, Sorbet, Bloom/Blossom, Lady, Diva, Rose, Pink/Lemonade, Honey

︵︵ Pronouns : Gal/Gal's, Gya/Gyaru's, Cue/Cute/Cutie's, Charm/Charm's, Party/Party/Parties', Girl/Girly, Bri/Bright's, Fashion/Fashion's, Div/Diva's, Chi/Chic's, Pop/Popular's, Fad/Fad's, Trend/Trend's, Bea/Beach's, 🛍/🛍's, 🌺/🌺's,🌴/🌴's 🐬/🐬's, 🏝/ 🏝's 🏖 /🏖's,🍹/🍹's, Glam/Glam's, Fae/Faer, Kyu/Kyu's, Idol/Idol's, Ki/Kiss, Sea/Sea's, Fish/Fish's, Fin/Fin's, Glub/Glup's, Blue/Bleu's, Cor/Corals, Gi/Gill's, Ke/Kelp's, Au/Aqua's, Wave/Wave's, Mer/Mer's, Fish/Fishe/Fishie's, Shell/Shell's, 🐟 / 🐟s , 🌊 / 🌊s, Wat/Water's, Mar/Marine's, Hy/Hydro's, Re/Reef's, Trop/Tropical's

︵︵ Titles : [ Not Sure ]

[crabonfire]

heya! could u do scout (or all the mercs if you can) x gyaru!reader hcs :o? like everyone suspects [merc] to have a badass s/o cuz their also so badass but in reality their all glammed up and lookin like their goin to a beach party 😭 thanks! and if you don’t want to do the req/can’t do it no problem! ^_^

Scout's Gyaru! Partner!!

character: scout (mercs are barely involved)

note: this cute asf I had to do it lol 😭

The other mercs are involved a bit

I made the S/O super cheery and a little aggresive but that's just cause idk I think its funny LOL

Gender ain't specified but they act more femininely!! love me feminine ppl 😚

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• Ever since Scout started to date you, from the way he described you as "Cool, confident and badass" they expected somebody who actually fit the description.

• The men didn't care about it at first. He'd babble on about you randomly in conversation, and automatically, they'd groan and try to change the topic.

• And from the way he'd always do what you told him when you two called over the phone, they assumed you were somebody stricter than he was.

• So they were a little shocked to find somebody with dashing makeup, long painted acrylics with the most glamorous, pastel colored outfit they've ever seen. Your hair was dyed brightly in certain areas, you carried a purse embedded with pearls and cute pins...you were the OPPOSITE of what they were thinking of.

"Oh! Are you Engineer? Jeremy's told me all about you!"

"...Yes-"

"About Jeremy, have you seen him? He was supposed to come with me to a party but he totally ditched on me and he won't answer my calls. The asshole he is."

"Well-"

"OH! I haven't introduced myself, I'm [S/O]! Sorry, that was really rude of me."

He paused, cracking up an awkward smile.

"I could tell."

"Haha, yeah, anyway, have you seen him? He's such a dick for leaving me like that."

"He's in the training grounds with the others, I'll take you there, sweetheart."

"Aw, you're so nice. Thanks!"

He smirked, walking you over the base. How did you find the base? He doesn't know. Does he want to see Scout get yelled at? Yea.

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• "Jeremy what the hell?! You left me out there alone you dick. So fuckin' rude, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"OW- I TOLD YOU IM SORRY-" He winces, rubbing over the area you hit his head at. "I was busy..."

"Busy with what? Being a little bitch?"

• The mercs who watched from afar snickered, he gave you a frown and you retorted your insult.

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it babe."

"Yeah yeah, and I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I was busy, and I left my phone in my room."

"Okayyyy, I won't yell at you anymore. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the beach this week? I got this super cute beach set and like, we could take cute pics together. It'd be sooo fun!"

"Hell yeah, people will see my muscles and stuff."

• You chuckled, "Yeah! Your strong muscles, and we'll both look so cute together."

He smiled at that, then he looked you up and down.

"I never got a good look of you, but damn...you look real cute today." He muttered, "Are these new?" He said as took your hand in his, admiring the colored nails with their cute accessories.

You grinned brightly, "Yeah! I'm so glad you noticed." He felt himself melt, "They're nice. I like the colors."

• He was always so enamored by you. You were so energetic, so confident...you always wore whatever you wanted and did whatever you wanted because you never cared, and best of all you had the cutest fashion sense.

"I like how you did your make up today."

"Your hairs nice. It must've taken a while, yea?"

He started to comment on your outfit, telling you how cute you looked, making you chuckle and blush at his corny remarks. You two went quiet, and honestly, it was a new sight for these mercenaries.

• They'd never seen him so quiet, so enchanted by somebody before. Where he actually stops talking for once, and just looks at you with such love.

They almost don't believe it, Scout...BEING ROMANTIC? ain't no way.

"Wow, He's actually shutting up?" Medic says, "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Sniper replied, making everybody crack a smile. They kept watching as you leaned down to give him a kiss, pulling back with the softest gaze they've ever seen on anybody.

"HEY! NO ROMANCE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!" Soldier screamed, making them both flinch and turn to their direction. "HEY HEY, WHERES THE PRIVACY AT? Fuckin perverts." He stands up from his bench, walking over with you outside as you chuckle in reply. He sticks his tounge out at them mockingly, as if saying "Your just jealous" before he does.

• Spy rolls his eyes, but there's a slight smile on his face. His son has found somebody good, somebody he can be happy with, even though they weren't somebody he expected. He's happy for him.

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I would've added more merc content for this but I liked how I wrote scout,, he loves ur fashion sense babe omggg

Honestly i miss writing scout, he's a big reason I'm really into tf2 in general haha.

[sweethoneyrose83]

Barbiecore Ask Game:

What’s your favorite shade of pink?

If you could live in Barbie’s Dreamhouse, what would be your favorite room?

What Barbie job or career would you love to have?

What’s your go-to Barbie-inspired outfit?

Heels or flats—what’s more your style?

If you could only wear one accessory forever, what would it be?

Which Barbie movie is your guilty pleasure?

Convertible or Jeep? What’s your ideal Barbie car?

What’s your must-have item for a perfect Barbie day out?

Do you prefer Malibu Barbie or Princess Barbie vibes?

What’s your ideal Barbie Dreamhouse location? Beach, city, or countryside?

Who would be your Barbie BFF: Skipper, Teresa, or Midge?

What's the most "Barbie" thing you've done in real life?

Pink lipstick or glossy lips? Which one would you wear?

What’s your dream Barbie-inspired hairstyle?

How would you decorate your Barbie Dream car?

What’s the most iconic Barbie fashion look for you?

Would you rather have an endless Barbie wardrobe or endless Barbie shoes?

If you had a Barbie-themed party, what would the main color palette be?

What Barbie accessory can you not live without?

Who’s your Ken (celebrity crush or real-life)?

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Would you rather go to a Barbie sleepover or a Malibu pool party?

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If you could be a Barbie for a day, what would you do?

Do you like sparkles or pastel colors more for Barbiecore vibes?

If Barbie could grant you one wish, what would it be?

If you were a Barbie, what would your dream house look like?

What’s your go-to Barbie-inspired outfit?

Which Barbie career would you choose: Doctor Barbie, Fashion Designer Barbie, or Astronaut Barbie?

Pink or glitter—what’s more Barbiecore to you?

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If you could live in Barbie's world for a day, what’s the first thing you’d do?

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Dream car or dream vacation: what’s your Barbie fantasy?

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Would you rather have Barbie's closet or Barbie's dream car?

If Barbie had a social media account, what would her bio say?

Who would be your Ken (or Barbie) counterpart?

If Barbie could take you anywhere in the world, where would you go?

What’s your favorite Barbie memory from childhood?

If Barbie had a hidden talent, what do you think it would be?

What would be your Barbiecore nickname?

[kathyprior4200]

Rolando backstory

“Envy’s Sinister Plan”

In the beginning, everything was darkness.

Vast, endless, watery darkness.

It is naïve to think that beings of the land have always ruled the world. From the start of Earth’s creation, underwater beings like fish and sharks and the smallest organisms have existed and thrived below the surface. The Earth is mostly ocean, and humans have only skimmed the surface of the fathomless depths of the seas. If they truly knew of the mysterious monstrous aquatics that roam in the watery black…let’s just say they wouldn’t have to fear greatly for long.

The eldritch and aquatic beings of Earth and other realms have existed before humans and will continue to thrive long after.

But we’re not here to talk about Earth. We’re here to talk about Hell.

No, not the fiery brimstone Hell you’ve heard about.

We’re not discussing the Pride Ring either.

The most mysterious and perhaps the most dangerous district is the Ring of Envy. Envy is ruled by Lord Leviathan, king of the deep. This realm’s sky is dark purple and is located between the Sloth Ring and the Lust Ring. It is a world filled with oceans, serpents of the sea, and eldritch creatures beyond your wildest nightmares.

There are many kinds of beings that reside here. The wealthy von Eldritch family with Helsa and Seviathan are said to have originated from Envy before their rivalry with Charlie Morningstar. Seductive twin performers Glim and Glam learned their clever tricks and fueled their desire for fame in Envy. Many of these beings pride themselves on their suburban lifestyles, shapeshifting, fame and overall arrogance. Not that all from Envy are all selfish like that, but in Hell, everything is not so simple.

Lord Leviathan is mysterious as they come. He enjoys wealth, but never parades it around like Mammon. He has not much time for drugs like Beelzebub and Belphegor. Sex isn’t something he fixates on like Asmodeus. Although he and the other Sins rule under Lucifer, he doesn’t care much for his Sinner issues in Pride. Yes, the Sins were mad that the Exorcists killed a whole bunch of Sinners in Pride every year, but Sinners could always be replaced. Let some Hell princess try to figure it out.

Leviathan, instead, is the mastermind behind the deadliest type of scheme in the “Humans-to Hell” operation.

Those in Heaven often worry that demons will try and take over their world. They’d be partially right in their concern. Ever since the Sins were banished to Hell and mankind was favored over them, they had come up with plans for revenge many centuries ago. Since man was supposedly God’s greatest creation, what better way to spread suffering than to prove mankind’s flaws and inferiority to the angels (or in this case, the fallen angels.) Helpless dumb beings destined to be not in God’s favor, but to be the entertaining puppets of the demonic royals.

Lucifer had given Eve the Forbidden Fruit, allowing the dark goddess Roo to escape, creating Hell and a place where she could feast on the souls of demons and Sinners for eternity. Western-style Satan had been put in charge of the rough tough imps who had been sent to Earth to spread war and chaos. Party-loving Beelzebub sent Hellhounds to track Sinners on Earth. Mammon was greedy Mammon, manipulating Hell and boasting his accomplishments. Asmodeus allowed his succubi and incubi to go to Earth and spread STDs and lust, causing more souls to go to Hell. Dazed Belphegor allowed disease and drug trade to spread to Earth…as more mortals got addicted, more went to Hell after death.

Leviathan was also a crucial part of the plan. When he wasn’t surfing great waves on the beach, his job was to spread fear, nightmares and hopelessness to those on Earth. If humans knew about Hell and the demons, they’d find ways to fight the demons and potentially allow Heaven their victory. But they couldn’t do that if they were consumed by their fears. To perform this monumental task, he dispersed infestor demons throughout Hell and Earth. By possessing and reading the minds of humans, the humans would break down and soon land into Hell after they died. These kinds of demons could shapeshift and breathe underwater, making them especially deadly to their enemies. Any troublemaker caught by Leviathan’s infestor demon crew would soon wish double death over having to reviewing all their traumas for all to see.

Then Leviathan thought of something else. If humans focused their fears on hauntings and ghosts instead of demons, the demons could eliminate their victims without a trace. The demons with the most potent possession and manipulation tactics were greatly respected in Envy. For these demons, fear was equivalent to food…essential for their very function in the society.

Leviathan and many in Envy loved to see other demons admire them. The EnVe Tik Tok app helped to spread various videos to make the other Rings wish they were more like Envy. All the imps, hellhounds, and especially the humans were incessant low-class riffraff to the Envians. In addition, the world below the surface was relatively inaccessible to many species in Hell. With more privacy, those in Envy took joy in using their abilities to their advantage.

Leviathan didn’t waste any time. Infestor demons were sent right and left to every dark corner of the Earth. Many were sent to common hunting grounds like haunted houses, asylums and graveyards. It was no wonder that many humans relayed terrifying tales of parasitic ghosts in those abandoned areas. Of course, the demons relished in overpowering the humans, peering into their darkest secrets and watching them fall.

Leviathan then heard of a mostly abandoned crappy hotel on Earth called the One Star Wonder. It was smack in the middle of a cemetery in an undisclosed location. It would be the perfect place to lure more humans into a trap.

Assured that nothing could go wrong, Leviathan then decided to send one of his best infestor demon workers to haunt the hotel and bring more souls to Hell.

His name was Rolando.

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“Rolando, the Five Star Wonder”

(That’s what he calls himself later on when on Earth.)

Warm watery wavy wetness.

That’s what he could first remember while he was inside his mother. Like most demons in Envy, she could shift into a full fish form to allow for full speed underwater and then move to a bipedal form while on land. Once he was born, he could feel the icy cold black waters of Hell. His mother nudged him along as he swam his first strokes. Just as expected with the Envian species, he was able to swim on his own in a few days and after some guidance from his parents, hunt on his own after a month or so. Envians valued power and independence right from the start.

The concept of “friendship” was different in Envy. “Friend” usually meant one or two things: a powerful ally or someone with a useful purpose. For those in good standing, they often had several supporters with good connections to other elite members, and one or two lackeys they could send to do menial tasks. If anyone showed any disrespect, their dirty secrets could be telepathically put on display. So, it was the norm for those of lower standing to try and keep their mouths and minds quiet.

The lines were blurred when it came to sex…many of the females were dominant and sometimes males and females could both get pregnant and give birth due to the ease of shifting sexual organs. Having two mothers, two fathers, a mother and a father or just manifesting from magic were all normal. Though it was still a big step when a male fish would decide to gradually become a female parent. When Rolando was asked if that’s what he wanted to do when he grew up, he knew in his heart…

“No way! Do I look like a babysitter?”

Nobody really knows why many Envians have names associated with fame and power. Performers Glim and Glam are examples.

Although Rolando and his family weren’t at the top, they could live a fairly decent life. They had enough clothes and food to enjoy themselves. Yet there was always everyday competition with their neighbors. For one day, the denizens would argue over who had the best houses. Then the next day, they’d brag about their clothes and social media accounts. And then the next time, they would claim their children were the smartest or the best.

Usually, the strongest or the most dominant would get most of the praise. Rolando liked the praise he got but always was aching for more. Even with his parents it was the same. It wasn’t uncommon for him to hear from his mom and dad, “You are an incredible son, but I’ll love you even more when you can beat all these guys!” “Wow, great hunting, son! I bet you could snatch up more bottom-feeders the next time.”

When Rolando did manage to perform a great accomplishment, it was like a birthday: great while it lasted but over all too soon. Just like a temporary trend online; there and gone like the waves of the ocean.

It was an endless cycle of trends, judgements, and could-have-beens.

The only thing truly satisfying for Rolando were the moments when he got to feast on the insecurities and fears of others. There was no one to tell him he wasn’t quite good enough…no competition, no expectations, no numbers to reach. It was just him and his prey and a sense of a strange, delicious freedom, like a kid playing with a new toy. Time stood still when he peered into the minds of others…as the traumas of his victims played before him, he could remind himself of his own greatness. It was just like watching an entertaining film in the individual’s head! There were also the obvious tasty benefits of blood, flesh, and the victims’ life force.

Rolando manifested in and out of the water, getting used to both his everyday forms. The Envy Ring was vibrant with buildings made of coral and decorated with eyes all over the structures. Giant billboards advertised drugs, seafood, underwater music parties, watery sex, weapons and more. Rolando preferred dark practical clothes still in good quality. He spotted scaly fisherman catching little fish, shrimp, and small sharks in the distance. Leviathan was advertising the annual surfing competition, where the winner would get to surf against the king himself in the most treacherous of waters. (Nobody could beat him even if they wanted to, Leviathan practically invented surfing and he knew it.)

Rolando, of course, while learning hunting, swimming, shapeshifting, and possession tactics, also had to learn how to protect his mind. In his early days as a kid, he found out the hard way what happens when you don’t protect your mind.

“There’s the loser nerd!” mocked several scaly red fish kids around his school. Kid Rolando had silver transparent hair, gray skin, black clothing and a pair of sharp red sunglasses over his eyes. He could see underwater just fine, but his eyes were unusually sensitive to light.

“You really gonna go there?” Rolando asked his classmates.

“Yeah,” mocked the leader flanked by two other males wearing sporty clothes. “My daddy runs several companies unlike your fisherman one.”

“At least I know how to hunt. You just get your grub handed to you.”

“Let me hand you this!” the leader mocked, raising a fist. Rolando got beat up in front of his peers and they laughed. The leader peered into his mind, an unpleasant black goo rushing inside his head.

“Your dad lost 66 souls meant for his boss on a fishing trip?”

“Your mom used to date a bottom-feeder common farmer?”

“You like to dance in girl’s underwear in private? Hahahaha! What a pussy!”

“Get the fuck outta my head!” Rolando spat.

“Whatever you say, fish-face!”

The bully flowed out of his head and reformed from liquid to solid, snickering as he and his buddies walked away.

It wasn’t long before his parents heard about it. Rolando swam home to his cave in tears.

His mother was called Roberta, meaning “bright fame”. She had glowing yellow eyes, sharp fangs, gray scaly skin and long hanging glowing earrings that looked like escas. Her earrings were used to attract her husband, Roderick (name meaning “famous ruler.”) They often wore sparkling clothing made of fish scales, resulting in stunning rainbow-colored dresses for Roberta and slick seaweed-colored suits for Roderick. They wore more casual clothing as well when they weren’t going to work meetings or the occasional party.

Roderick was a great hunter and fisherman, with transparent silver fins for hair, and a silvery mustache under his nose. All three had sharp teeth, yellow-green tongues, grayish skin and glowing yellow eyes with no pupils.

Roderick gasped when he heard the news and said what any reasonable parent in the Envy Ring would say:

“Why did you let your classmate reveal my failings?”

“I-it wasn’t my fault,” Rolando cried. “He got into my head!”

“And you let him? After all we taught you? Any good son of mine would protect not only his own thoughts but the secrets of his family.”

“But…but you didn’t teach me how to defend…”

“You’re supposed to learn on your own,” his mother Roberta added. “Just like how you took your first strokes and caught your first meal…if you don’t learn, you fall behind and die.”

“I was lucky to make it up to my boss,” Roderick sighed. “He only cut my fin fingers off and it took several days for them to fully grow back.”

Roderick turned to his son. “I’m very disappointed in you. I don’t wanna hear any more of you tainting our family’s reputation anymore.”

“But we’re nowhere near the top…”

“That’s not the point! Now go to your room and write an apology letter to both of us. And you may as well concede to that bully if you’re that weak.”

Rolando slouched off into his room space…his dim cave bedroom with teal crystals, a bed, sets of fishing hooks and movie posters. He admired a mermaid-like woman smiling with sharp teeth on a poster labeled “Siren’s Serenade.” A couple of other posters showed his favorite bands: “The Dimmer Swimmers” and “The Megalodons.”

“I love you…” those words were never spoken in that way…but rather his parents would say the closest thing: “Wonderful, you’re trending, son!” Or when he would get in trouble, they would mention, “We anticipate your progress” in place of “We’ll be here to support you.”

He figured that those bullies would get an ‘apology’ alright. With a coral pen in his four fingered claws, he wrote his apology letters backwards to his parents and didn’t bother to acknowledge the bully.

Instead, the next day, he swam up silently behind the leader before he could meet up with his friends. Unlike many of his peers, Rolando was especially proficient at sneaking up on people.

Before the leader kid knew what hit him, Rolando manifested into goo and saw the movie in his mind.

“Well, well, well, the little brat wants to prove he’s a baddie at school.”

“Get outta my head, scrawny scumbag!”

“But I’m just getting started…oh! This looks like a juicy scene…”

“Please don’t talk about…”

“How you hit on Shelly Sirena but her older sister beat your ass?”

“Yeah…No! No! Leave it alone!”

“I don’t think so. How about you leave me alone and perhaps I won’t spill the pearls…”

“I’ll…I’ll do anything, just get out!”

“Really now?”

“…”

“Can you say, ‘I’m Rolando’s dumb bitch’ to your buddies?”

“Fuck no! Are you trying to embarrass me more? How do I know you won’t blabber on about it?”

“And how do I know you won’t keep harassing me? Oh yeah, here we stagnate. We can keep playing these head games, or you can do what I say.”

Finally…

“Ok, ok, just let me go…before we get in trouble!”

Rolando shot out of the bully’s head and re-materialized in front of him. “I already got in trouble,” he smirked. “Now it’s your turn. Good riddance to you!” He swam off.

Sure enough, the leader bully was soon made fun of by the other kids.

“You got mindfucked by scrawny Rolando? What a loser!”

“Your dad’s not gonna be happy.”

“You weren’t really our leader anyway…we just follow whoever’s the most popular! And now that person is me!”

Soon enough, his parents forgot about the incident and Rolando had gotten away with his scheme. Satisfied, Rolando did what many typical Envian demons do for fun: snap up little swimming prey in the vast ocean.

Rolando’s teen years were relatively uneventful…he fell in love with one male and two females…but he soon found out his distaste for getting too intimate with anyone. He only liked getting intimate with certain people, dragging them along until he could use their thoughts to break them.

“I am proud of your ruthlessness,” his father mentioned in genuine pride.

“We have taught you well,” his mother added. “But if you want to really continue our family line, you’ll have to find somebody to fuck and teach the next generation everything you know.”

“The first part would be easy,” he thought. “The teaching part…kinda boring.”

Yes, nothing too intense in his teen years…if you don’t count the sea-shaking moment when his two parents left him.

It was all a normal rite of passage…when a child entered their teen years, they were officially adults.

“It was an honor raising and teaching you, Rolando,” said his father.

“I hope you enjoy yourself in this vast world,” added his mother. “Remember to use your possession wisely…”

Then they said what many Envian parents say… “Goodbye and don’t die!”

His father and mother gave him a long warm hug…one of the few he had ever gotten and in a flash, they were gone, never for him to see again.

Rolando sighed somberly. “I thought those fire toads had it rough up there.”

The Envians called the imps in the Wrath Ring “fire toads” as a common derogatory term. He learned that from his various teachers and from movies. Hellhounds were called “buzzed mutts.” Those in Sloth were the “wasted sheep,” Sinners in Pride were called “terra freaks” due to their previous existence on Earth. Rolando’s favorite term was that for humans, “Earth apes.”

Rolando means “from the famous land,” and indeed, he would be fairly well known in Envy in the future. There was some degree of respect for demons who worked directly for the Sins, whether it was succubi, imps, infestor demons or hellhounds. This was because they were willing to spread Hell’s influence to Earth, thus move the Sins one step closer to Earth-domination and victory. There was also a natural risk for those going up to Earth…there was always the chance that their missions would fail, or they would be spotted and apprehended by the humans. There was also the chance they would die, and unlike the Sinners, they would not be able to exist again (unless you count being part of Roo the chaos goddess as some form of being).

Rolando hated rowdy imps from Wrath…he hated Sinners for being immortal despite having no experience being in Hell properly…and he hated humans for making Sinners and Hell exist…plus they were weird.

Rolando wondered where he could live and where to find work. He pondered at all the typical choices for the Envy Ring: fishermen, advertisers, seafood chefs, demon assassins, siren singers, treasure hunters, beast tamers, surfers, scuba divers, psychologists…

Then there were the more ordinary positions of teachers, businessmen, hotel managers, social media organizers, engineers, cleaners, royal guard…

Rolando eyed several positions labeled “Possession Professors,” those who taught others how to control their shapeshifting and possession powers.

Rolando shook his head…he was already very skilled with his own abilities and had far too much fun using them on his own.

There were far too many choices.

Many demons can live for hundreds of years…but with the nonexistence of death certain for everyone except Sinners and the Deadly Sins, there wasn’t much for Rolando to hope for.

Several years passed. After miserable failed attempts at working at a hotel, trying to post likable videos, trying to mimic his dad at fishing, trying to mimic his mother at siren singing, nothing seemed satisfying.

He admired his reflection in a watery mirror nearby, enjoying his new red pointed sunglasses with yellow trim.

And then, Rolando saw something that would change his brief Hellish life forever. He spotted a special ad from Leviathan himself.

“INFESTOR DEMONS WANTED! HELP NEEDED TO RECRUIT MORE SOULS TO HELL. EXPERIENCE THIS ONCE IN A LIFETIME OPPORTUNITY TO VIST EARTH AND HUNT HUMANS. EARN RESPECT FOR YOUR MISSION TO SERVE THE ENVY SIN. EARN SOULS, BOTH CURRENCY AND ACTUAL ONES. TASTE HUMANS FOR THE FIRST TIME!”

“TASTE HUMANS FOR THE FIRST TIME!”

He had never tasted humans before…and was suddenly very curious to find out.

A grin of sharp teeth slowly grew on Rolando’s face as he licked his lips.

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“Obsession for Possession”

It wasn’t long before Rolando arrived with other infestor demons near Leviathan’s abode. Leviathan could appear as fearsome as a giant sea serpent covered with eyes and spikes down his back, as stern as a king with a crown and dark robes, or as chill as a shirtless surfer dude. Sometimes he could even shapeshift into a mermaid, sending male demons into a frenzy.

Rolando couldn’t see much of Leviathan…he was in a shadowy form with glowing teal eyes, purple tones to his scaly skin and outfit and several eldritch tentacles waving around him.

Leviathan gave a brief welcoming speech and then began assigning the demons to different locations on Earth. He tested their shapeshifting and possession powers.  Rolando was able to push away most of the demons from his mind, save for a few advanced ones. Being possessed with his limbs feeling numb was not pleasant.

“It appears you are quite exceptional, Rolando,” Leviathan praised.

Rolando grinned.

“But don’t dream of following in my fins. That’s reserved for…me! And my relatives…” He posed with a pair of sunglasses and did a rocker/surfer pose with his fingers.

Rolando scoffed. ‘I’ll swim my own current thank you very much.’

Leviathan soon chose the top twenty-five to go on the missions. Many were disappointed with the low wage of only 66 souls per month.

“That’s it?” one of the demons murmured. “We’re just lowly lackeys, huh?”

Rolando scowled inside his head. ‘Unbelievable! Even janitors in the palaces make more than us! Those earth apes better taste good!’

“Glamora, your location is the abandoned MegaMountain cave.”

A dark blue female demon grinned and stepped through a portal toward a tall mountain.

“Bling,” he told a golden demon, “You get the Five Star Galore Resort in California! Be sure to only kill them at night.”

“Lucky,” Rolando muttered, crossing his arms as Bling vanished through his portal.

“Ruben, Jewels, and Aurum,” he called to three demons, “Head on over to this cemetery here.”

Rolando yawned until…

“Last but not least…Rolando!”

Rolando grinned and stepped forward.

“Here’s your location! Stay there until you’re called back to Envy and don’t let anyone see your true form! Kill anyone who may know about Hell. Good luck!”

He was practically shoved through the portal and soon, Hell disappeared behind him.

He glanced around at the gravestones and dead trees around him.

“Seems suitable enough,” he said.

Then he turned around as lightning flashed in the sky. Before him stood an old hotel called the One Star Wonder.

Rolando raised an eyebrow and barred his teeth. “Wait…this…this is the place I was assigned?! It’s nothing but a shitty dump!”

He stomped toward the building. 

“One Star Wonder? Me, the Five Star Wonder stuck here?! Preposterous! Not to mention having to interact with those disgusting, sinning, low-life dumbass…”

Rolando darted behind a corner as three people headed through the front doors of the hotel.

“…humans…” Rolando narrowed his eyes. 

He stared at his reflection in a window. He concentrated and his features shifted to manifest a human disguise.

An elderly man with a nearly bald head sat at the manager’s desk, wearing a black buttoned shirt and a single star on the front.

“Room 25 and room 16 are still available,” he droned to the customers. “Enjoy your stay and clean up after yourselves.”

The man bore a grouchy expression at the desk as he examined paperwork in front of him.

The double doors opened, and lightning flashed behind a silhouette as he slowly strolled inside. Black pointed shoes, long gray pants, a red vest, a long sleeve gray undershirt, a gaunt white face, a bald head with a blonde wave of hair off to the side, thick golden square sunglasses…

…unusually prominent grin of sharp teeth…

“Hello there, sir!” Rolando began.

Unfazed, the old man scoffed. “And what’s your deal, slender stranger?”

“I’d like to apply here and help out…”

“Name?”

“Rolando.”

“Where you from?”

“Uh…not too far from here…”

The manager shoved a mop and bucket toward him. “The floors need mopping, the dishes need washing and there’s mold and cobwebs along every door. We don’t want this place to go outta business.”

“So…I’m hired?”

“Until you’re fired! Now get to work, punk and stay outta my sight!”

Rolando seethed as he carried his equipment and left the lobby.

Rolando grumbled as he got to work.

“‘Go to Earth,’ he said. ‘Hunt humans, it’ll be fun,’ he said. Now I’m stuck doing lowborn work! Not even imps would think highly of this shit!”

“You missed a spot,” barked a cleaning lady, rolling an old cart around the halls. Rolando rolled his eyes. He glanced over at a stout bald bellhop, hunched over like Frankenstein’s monster. He wore a red uniform and slobbered and spattered, “B-b-bitch!” to anyone who passed by. He babbled gibberish to Rolando before straining to drag two suitcases to a nearby room.

‘This place is full of utter imbeciles,’ Rolando thought.

Rolando later helped in the kitchen, washing dishes and serving plates of spaghetti and meatballs to the groups of people in the dining hall.

“Hey, I asked for three meatballs, not one!” barked a man. “Get it right!”

Rolando’s eye twitched as he rushed around and muttered false apologies right and left.

“Is there proper alcohol at this place?” asked a blond woman. “This meal looks days old!”

Harold was retelling his heroic stories to his elderly wife Delores.

“So then when the Nazi’s started to advance toward the U.S. border, I stood there with my lone gun and steadfast courage and I was like, ‘Come any closer and I’ll blow your ass to dust!’ Then BAM! Shot his head clean off!”

“I remember our marriage all those years ago. Oh Harold, you always tell the best stories,” Delores smiled as they kissed.

“I can see why they call this place, ‘One Star Wonder,’ it’s no wonder you have a one-star rating in customer service,” blabbered a guy in a suit.

The manager stomped his foot and folded his arms as he looked at Rolando.

“How can you be this pathetic, this incompetent on your first day?! I’m this close to firing you, Ronaldo!” barked the manager.

“It’s Rolando…”

“Whatever! I need results! NOW!”

The manager stormed off into the kitchen.

Rolando’s face began to turn red when two boys threw meatballs around the room and one landed on his shirt, leaving an awful red stain behind.

“Urgh!” he grumbled. His head pounded and ached as the manager hollered one order after another.

‘Stay calm, stay hidden,’ Rolando told himself, fuming at the humiliation. ‘Don’t mess things up.’

After what seemed like an eternity, the sun finally set.

Rolando didn’t need to rest like humans, but he felt like he needed to hover in the ocean the way a fish sleeps in the water. He finally cleaned the last of the dishes and stacked them up. The dining room was dark and quiet, and all the guests had gone to bed.

“Good riddance to you, Ronaldo,” the manager scoffed. “If you think today was hard, let’s see how tomorrow does you in. Go below expectations and you’ll be walking out that door! Understand?”

Rolando grumbled.

“Are we clear?!”

“Yes…sir,” he grit his teeth. The manager grunted and they both walked to the desk.

“Everyone else has gone to bed,” said the manager. “I need you to do some last-minute organizing and then you can sleep in a corner. If it takes you until dawn, so be it. You work front desk tomorrow.”

“Yes, sir.”

Rolando sighed as he looked at the stack of paperwork in front of him. He wished he had some spell that could transport him back home.

“You’re the last one here, so make the most of it, or I’ll put you through literal Hell!”

Rolando paused. He just now realized that he and the manager were the only ones in the lobby.

“Kill anyone who may know of Hell.”

“You believe in Hell?” Rolando asked. A slow grin formed.

“I’ve heard of it. Awful place. Troublesome folk like you will get sent there for sure.”

Rolando turned around slowly. “Oh really?”

He leaned his face forward. “It seems like…”

His eyes briefly glowed, “…a lovely place to me.”

“Get away from me, skinny scum!” barked the manager.

“I’ve been patient with you all day…” Rolando began.

The manager started to stomp away, but Rolando blocked his path.

“But my patience is wearing thin…”

Despite his anger, there was a look of fear in the manager’s eyes.

“You get out of my way and get to work…!”

“I am at work…” Rolando mused. “…but not for you…”

He backed the manager against the “staff only” door.

The manager was furious. “That’s it, scrawny stick! Consider yourself FIRED!”

The manager pointed to the double doors.

Rolando grinned and his features started to shift. “Oh no, sir…I’m just getting started…”

The manager shook as he saw Rolando’s demonic features. “W-what the fuck are you?!”

“Your very worst nightmare,” Rolando replied in a distorted voice. “Your sudden fear…the first real meal I’ve had today…”

The lights overhead sparked and flickered. He lifted up the manager with one hand by his collar with a clawed hand.

Rolando leaned close to the manager’s face. “Consider yourself…EXPIRED!”

Rolando’s grinning shadow towered on the wall showing sharp teeth. Lightning flashed and thunder crashed as the manager screamed in terror.

0 0 0

Back in his human disguise, Rolando chuckled darkly the next morning. An old black camera was off to the side. He opened a drawer and examined his most recent photo. It showed the manager’s bloodied dead corpse with all four limbs torn off.

He closed the drawer and showed his large fake grin to some customers.

“Welcome to the One Star Wonder, where we wonder why it’s still one star!”

“He’s certainly a shady fellow,” a brown-haired woman in a green dress exclaimed.

“We’re only staying one night on our way to Hollyswood,” said a blonde woman wearing purple.

“There will be a documentary celebrating the life of Brennan Radgers,” said a black-haired man in a suit. “We expect full room service and good accommodations while we’re here.”

Rolando handed over a set of keys. “Rooms 9 and 10 are off to your left. Enjoy your stay!”

The actresses turned up their noses and walked to their rooms.

“Pussy little pricks,” he muttered.

After he checked in a family with a boy and a girl, he mentioned, “I heard this place is haunted.”

The kids froze. “Really?” asked the boy.

“There have been some recent disturbances, so if you sense something’s amiss, don’t panic. Just give me a call and I’ll look into it.”

“Oh please,” said the dad. “We know that ghosts don’t exist.”

“But what if they do?” asked the girl. “I bet this cemetery’s full of them!”

“Don’t listen to him,” said the mom. “He probably likes to scare people to try and get more hotel ratings.”

Rolando smirked as the kids looked frantically around as they were led by their parents to their rooms.

 0 0 0

“Obsession For Possession”

Rolando sang as he performed his hauntings and killings.

“Welcome, welcome to this one-star bin

Come on by, don’t be shy, let me check you in

If you please, here’s your keys, I’m your host

Just let me warn you about the hotel ghost

“As you sleep in tight and rest your head

He creeps in the night and lurks under your bed

A sinister shadow removes the light

Fills your heart with dread and fright

“It’s me, you see

A monstrosity,

An infestor hailed from Envy

Your worst nightmare has begun, little one

You’ll be dead before the day is done

“You’re all my delicious pawns

I’ll shake you, break you, leave you drenched

Don’t try to run

From my sinister fun

My obsession for possession

Can never be quenched!

“Before long, you’ll soon find

I flow and seep into your mind

I know your flaws, your triggers, your fears

And I love to drink your tasty tears

“All the sins and traumas you feel

Passes to me as a delicious meal

The theater of your mind is great entertainment

There’s no escape, just your containment

“Exposing your shame

Is the name of my game

I’m just doing my job

You’re the only one to blame

So give me your doubts, your utter despair

Watch yourself fall when I give you a scare

Let me feast on your sea of misery

And the last one you’ll ever see

Is me!”

“I hope you sleep well

For soon I’ll drag your soul to Hell!

Hahahahahhaha!”

Rolando cackled, bit and slashed at an old man with dark hair. His organs were exposed in the background, and blood stained the walls and floor. His body was cut in half.

He paused and a cleaning lady looked up at his demonic form. He slowly turned around with a surprised expression.

She looked up with wide eyes, dropping her mop.

“H-H-housekeeping?”

She slowly backed away.

“You know my secret now. I apologize for this,” he mentioned.

The cleaning lady screamed as Rolando rushed forward and dealt his fatal blow.

A brown-haired lady Rita was muttering about Hell and spirits in her bedroom. She pulled out the Death Tarot card.

“I know my psychic said I would go to that bad Baltimore place today. Now what could this card possibly…”

Rita turned around as the lights flickered…

“…mean?”

She saw a shadow with glowing yellow eyes and a grinning mouth, and she screamed. Her decapitated head rolled onto the floor.

Rolando grinned as he held the photos of a human tossed into the air, the man cut in half and the beheaded Rita.

0 0 0

“The End From I.M.P.”

The double doors opened and Blitzo posed in his Bethany Ghostfucker costume and blond wig. Millie rolled her eyes as she followed him with a black staff shirt on, long pants and a black movie camera.

Blitzo aimed his lavender dildo-shaped device at Rolando, who lowered it with his fingers. Rolando sat at his desk in his human disguise.

“Welcome to the One Star Wonder where it’s a wonder we still have that star.” He cracked his head to the side. “How may I help you today?”

Blitzo spoke in a valley girl accent. “We’re filming a very special episode of my hit show and we’re gonna need access to every room in this dump.”

He held out a card to Rolando.

“Christ, you Hollywood assholes are pushy little pricks,” he seethed, taking the card. “I can’t just give you the keys to every ba...”

He read the card: “BATHINEE GOZTFUKR, I’M FAMOS, (this is a real I.D.).” There was a dick drawing on it and a crude drawing of the actress.

He held up the card and glanced at Blitzo, sweat beading down his face.

He grinned and snapped. “Well snap me in half! You’re Bethany Ghostfucker from that one show…” He put his finger to his chin.

“It’s called Ghostfuckers, idiot,” Blitzo remarked.

“No, but you’re getting close. Anyway, I am glad to see you folks. He pulled open a drawer. “We’ve been having more…”

An evil glint appeared in his eyes and his smile stretched. “…disturbances than usual lately.”

Blitzo made a show of grabbing onto his imaginary breasts. “What kind? Se-sexy disturbances?”

Rolando placed down three crime scene photos onto the desk. “The kind that are killing my guests!”

The first photo showed a shadow of a woman being tossed into the air. The second showed the corpse of a screaming old man, the floor littered with his organs and his blood splattered against the wall. The third picture showed the decapitated head of Rita the psychic lady. She used to have brown curly hair, glasses, and purple earrings, the eyes gaping black sockets.

“Well, there definitely ain’t no such thing as ghosts,” said Millie.

“You sure about that?” Rolando asked, head cocked. The lights briefly flickered overhead. 

Millie shrugged it off and pushed back the gruesome photos. “We’ll get to the bottom of what’s killing your guests.”

“Uh, yeah, except ghosts are real, camera man,” Blitzo mentioned to Millie.

“They’re a conspiracy, Bethany,” she replied.

“Uh, then what do I plan on fucking tonight?”

Rolando growled. “Real or not, this needs to stop.”

“Uh, we’ll need those keys then,” Blitzo said, holding out his hand.

Rolando gave them to him. “They killed my last cleaning lady and now I’m stuck with this.”

Rolando mentioned to a squat bell hopper dressed in a red uniform. He slobbered and babbled in an accent sounding like the alien Stitch. Millie and Blitzo flinched back in disgust. “Eugh.”

“Poor thing can’t even blink.”

Blitzo twirled the keys. “No promises. Come along Mil…I mean, camera man.” Millie huffed as she followed him.

An old torn portrait of Rolando holding a red rose was hung in the hall. His eyes appeared to follow the imps as they made their way down the halls.

Rolando could sense right off the bat that those two were no ordinary humans. They didn’t smell like humans…he knew they were hellborn imps.

“Let them have their little fun,” he thought. “I’ll peer into their heads and have some fun of my own…”

Not too long later, Rolando strolled ominously through the darkened old hallways. He couldn’t risk those imps interfering with his mission. He didn’t want to imagine the agony of shame he would feel if Envy found out that the imps had bested him in battle.

The imps may have been incredibly tough fighters, but Rolando had the powers of mind-reading and illusion on his side.

After seeing no one else in the hall, he shifted into his true form. His fin-like ears twitched as he picked up a banging sound coming from the overhead metal vents.

He morphed into his shadowy form and hovered in the air. He sniffed the air, silent and deadly as a hunter.

The imps were crawling in the vents!

He sensed the taller one crawling in his direction. A mischievous grin appeared on his face. He manifested a mixture of black demon blood and his own black goo and placed his fingers onto the vent cover. The black liquid poured through the openings, much of it settling onto the metal floor.

“SHIT! What the fuck is this?!” came Blitzo’s voice.

Rolando wiggled his fingers and the goo slipped and dripped faster.

“Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit!” Blitzo cried from inside.

Rolando could hear him slip.

“Satan, Satan, Satan, oh FUCK!” Blitzo cried as the dark goo poured down on him, causing him to barely grip onto a crack in the vent.

To Rolando’s delight, he heard Blitzo’s desperate screams.

“Millie?! Millie! Millie, I need help!”

Rolando snickered.

“I can’t hold on, Millie!”

Rolando got brief glimpses of Blitzo’s panicked thoughts regarding Millie and the dangerous missions they had been on.

Blitzo finally screamed and fell down the vent.

Rolando snapped his fingers, and the illusions appeared.

A Millie opened the vent and Blitzo fell through it. He reached out and stood up.

“Millie! Did you not hear me calling for help?”

“M-Mils!”

He raced after her and flinched as he saw a faceless Millie.

“You always need help, Blitz!” said the Millie in a distorted voice.

A door opened and from the darkness emerged an alternate Millie with rope tied around her wrists, broken glass in her left bloody eye and bullet holes in her clothing.

The Millie droned, “Always needing to take from those around you…”

From up in the corner, a shadowy Rolando controlled the illusions with his fingers and altered his voice with his fingers to his throat.

“You leave them worse and more broken than when you found them…” came the distorted voices of a burned Millie from Loo-Loo Land and a pink melting Millie from the inside of a monster fish.

“You think you can change?” asked a third Millie, with golden arrows from the Cherubs sticking from her right eye and her body.

Another Millie joined in, with a missing leg and broken arms.

“You’ll never stop fucking people’s lives up,” groaned all the Millies as they closed in.

The first Millie’s eyes bulged, black blood raining down her face. “When was the last time you actually loved someone without hurting them?” She flopped like a zombie after Blitzo and he ran away in terror.

Rolando zoomed after Blitzo in the air as he ran down the dark hallways. Rolando caught a glimpse of a traumatic event in Blitzo’s mind.

“This will surely break him!”

“MOM!” Blitzo screamed as he raced toward a female imp. Blitzo appeared like his teenager self and sobbed into her arms. “Momma, I was having the worst dream,” he sobbed and embraced her again.

“This isn’t a dream,” Rolando hissed. “This is your life. And it always will be.”

Blitzo pulled away as green flames spread across her arms. Blitzo cried out in horror as the green flames inched closer to her face, revealing her skull and teeth.

“NO! NO, NO, NO, MOM! I’M SORRY!” Blitzo wailed. His mother’s right eye fell into his hand and the flames consumed the rest of her until she vanished into dust.

Rolando cackled evilly as Blitzo wailed and raced into a nearby bedroom.

“Blitz?” Millie asked. “Blitz, where are you?”

Rolando slithered through the darkness, watching Millie.

“Hello?” Millie called. “Mox?”

Rolando waved his fingers again and through another door came…

“Mox?!” Millie cried.

Moxxie had branches in his hair and a gaping bullet wound in his forehead. Black blood slowly poured from the hole in his head. His arms and legs were bent at awkward angles. Hammered-in nails protruded from his arms, chest and legs.

“That cursed family, those kids…they did this to me,” Moxxie cried. “And you weren’t there to save me!”

“What, what are you talking about?!” Millie backed away…

…and rammed into another Moxxie.

Millie screamed at the sight of Moxxie’s yellow peeling face, black empty eyes, torn black suit, and green flames dancing from the remains of his white hair.

“Too much of a battle-hungry brute to care for those you love?” moaned the burned Moxxie.

“Shut up! You ain’t real!” Millie cried.

“What is real? What is not?” laughed a drunken Moxxie creeping from the darkness. His eyes glowed white, his skin pink, his body giving off the appearance of melting. Parts of his flesh were torn, leaving exposed bone. “Couldn’t even save us from that fish,” groaned the melted Moxxie, swooning this way and that. “Just admit you’re weak!”

Millie swung her fists, trying to stand her ground as the alternate Moxxies closed in.

“You’ll always be the dumb farm girl, underappreciated by the rest of your imp friends…”

Millie seethed and backed away from another Moxxie who had golden heavenly arrows protruding from his body. “It’s obvious the angels don’t care for us either!”

“Stay away!”

“You should’ve stayed behind…should’ve stayed the obedient assassin in Wrath.”

Millie flinched as another Moxxie walked over to her…though he had a broken neck from being strangled by Striker.

“Getting into fights so much…” the Moxxie cracked his neck…

“…more will get hurt because of your recklessness.”

“BANKRUPTCY! BANKRUPTCY! BANKRUPTCY!” A more current Moxxie with bulging eyes grabbed hold of her and shook her hard. Millie shoved him off and ran for her life from the alternate Moxxie illusions.

She stopped against the wall to catch her breath. More demonic laughter echoed in the halls.

0 0 0

“Come on, Blitz,” said Millie, following him out of the room. “What’s the only thing you know that comes to Earth and fucks with people’s minds that badly?”

“Probably an infestor possessor demon from Envy,” Blitzo responded.

“Bingo!” said Millie, snapping her fingers.

“So-ho, figured it out, have you?” asked a distorted voice. Millie and Blitzo looked around. They both got into fighting stances.

A grinning Rolando stood in the distance. The round overhead lights flickered off.

“A bit out of your depth, aren’t you, little ones?” he hissed. His face and body morphed into his true demonic form, a humanoid sea monster with glowing yellow eyes, sharp teeth, fin-like ears and scaly skin.

The lightbulbs exploded above them, and the imps ran for their lives. Rolando’s demonic laughter echoed through the darkened hall. Rolando chased after him as a grinning hovering shadow with red eyes and bony hands.

“Damn, our tiny fucking legs!” Blitzo panted as he sprinted as fast as he could. Sweat poured down their faces. Rolando appeared and disappeared in shadow as more lights exploded above him in yellow sparks. Rolando morphed himself into black goo, splashing and grabbing hold of Blitzo’s leg. Blitzo collapsed to the floor.

“You know my secret…” he hissed.

Millie raced over to help Blitzo but was lifted up in a chokehold by the shadowy Rolando. His eyes and grinning mouth glowed yellow. Blitzo reached out desperately to Millie.

“I guess you gotta die like all the reeesssttt!” Rolando hissed.

Millie and Blitzo were picked up by an invisible force. Blitzo screamed as he crashed through several walls and landed in the pool room. He banged his head against a column and coughed. Blitzo coughed and grunted as he sat up, holding his chest and wincing. The pool glowed an eerie green behind him.

A hand with three claws gripped the broken wall. Rolando grinned as he climbed through the copper pipes and into the area. His suit was now black with three white buttons on it. He wore sharp black boots. His fin-like hair was transparent, and he wore glowing red sharp sunglasses with yellow trim. He displayed a row of sharp white teeth and a pointed chin like an undersea predator. His skin was a scaly gray.

He spoke distorted and demonic, “Oh this is fun!”

He leaped forward and kicked Blitzo hard in the face. He laughed evilly.

WHACK!

Millie responded with a high kick of her own. She sent Rolando into a nearby wall.

“Atta, girl, Mils!” Blitzo swung his fist. Millie grinned back at him.

A grinning yellow face appeared on the surface of the water behind them. Both imps turned around as Rolando rose out of the water.

“No, thatta bitch!” he roared. He leaped forward and nearly grabbed Millie. He bent in a wide arch before righting himself on his knee. He then raced toward Blitzo and kneed him hard in the chin. He fell to the floor as Rolando flipped into the air toward Millie. Millie leaped toward him to attack, but he sent her down with a kick.

Blitzo narrowly avoided Rolando’s attack…his foot left the floor cracked where Blitzo had been moments before. Millie grunted and swung out her leg again, Rolando grinned and grabbed her foot, swinging her around. He grabbed hold of Blitzo as well, tossing them both into the pool. He grinned above them as they fell through the water.

As quick and deadly as a shark, Rolando zoomed through the water, his natural element. He slammed into Millie, pushing her into the wall with his head. She winced at the impact. He grabbed hold of her wrist and in a flip, slammed her against the pool floor. Holding onto Millie, he grinned as he swam to attack Blitzo. He grabbed onto Blitzo’s leg and leaped out of the water.

Blitzo and Millie cried out as Rolando slammed them both hard to the ground. He laughed evilly again as they both groaned on the floor.

Millie slowly groaned as she stood up. She helped Blitzo up and they stood together on shaking legs.

“You call yourselves assassins!” he mocked the imps. He moved his head, and all the lightbulbs shattered, leaving the room in darkness, save for the glowing pool. An invisible force rammed into the imps, knocking them backwards. The pillars cracked and yellow sparks rained down from the broken bulbs.

Rolando cocked his head. He hovered off the ground and spoke in an eerie voice.

“Eenie, meenie, miny…”

Blitzo and Mille looked up with terrified looks.

His glowing yellow eyes widened. “…mo!”

Millie and Blitzo screamed as Rolando flew at them and entered through each of their heads in black goo.

0 0 0

Blitzo and Millie found themselves chained to chairs in an old movie theater. They both grunted and struggled to get out in vain.

Rolando floated out of Blitzo and grinned. He licked his neck with his long yellow tongue and Blitzo flinched and whimpered.

“Welcome to the show, asshole,” Rolando mused. Rolando flew in an arch of black goo before settling in a seat behind him. He held popcorn in his hand.

“I hear this one’s a real titilator.” The curtains opened. He grinned and pointed at the screen. The screen was tinted green and did the old-fashioned round “3, 2, 1,” on the screen.

To Blitzo’s utter horror, his own memories flashed before him. He saw the fire at Loo-Loo Land, with imps and circus horses racing for their lives. Blitzo saw himself racing to save his mother…but only managing to find her red pendant. He held it tightly in his hands.

He saw the angry face of his father…and cried out at the sight of his father hitting him.

Blitzo began to cry as he saw a memory of Fizzarolli being burned on the ground. His father glared at him as Fizzarolli rested in the hospital in the background. Blitzo tried to reach Fizzarolli, but his father blocked his path.

Then Blitzo remembered the times when he was mocked by Robo-Fizz, and another moment when Verosika berated him during her song at Ozzie’s.

He could remember how he had felt lonely and left out when Moxxie and Millie kissed each other during their missions.

Rolando sneered and manifested rusted chains to hold Blitzo’s horns in place. He clamped open Blitzo’s tear-filled eyes, making him watch more.

He saw when he had gotten into an argument with Loona at the beach during spring break. Loona shoved Blitzo to the ground on Earth after Octavia had been found. Then the awful moment when Barbie Wire yelled at Blitzo for ruining her job…screaming that she never wanted to see him again.

Then the scenes with Stolas…how Blitzo had pulled away when Stolas had tried to comfort him at Ozzie’s. When Stolas had left him in the van…when Stolas declared that he wanted to break up with him…Stolas giving him the Asmodean crystal as a way of saying goodbye…Stolas and Veorsika and Vortex singing about how Blitzo was a motherfucker at the Blitzo hate party on Earth…Stolas’s sad drunken face…Stolas making out with the pink male incubus, their tongues locked together…Millie berating him for his cosplay…

“Blitz!” Millie strained in her chair next to him. “Snap out of it!”

“Silence, bitch!” Rolando snapped. “Don’t try to ruin our little fun…you’re next!”

“We’ll get out of this mess, Blitz!” Millie strained against the chains.

Rolando flew toward Millie. “Oh, the filthy little Wrathian wants to help!”

Rolando licked her neck as well. “You can’t help anyone, you’re just the muscle, remember?”

The screen shifted and soon, Millie’s memories began to play on screen. Millie gasped as she saw the disapproving looks from her parents after she had told them she was going freelance.

Then she saw the stern face of her overlord from her first job…a heavyset imp with a broad ax and spines along his back. He had told her to kill twenty rogue demons before several coworkers by the end of the day…the assassins who failed would be killed in front of them. Millie had been grateful to have survived the ordeal.

“Fighting is all you and your imp kind are good for. You said it yourself.”

Millie flinched in disgust at the sight of Chaz’s arrogant face…the shark teen bragging about himself and rubbing himself on top of her. Rolando snickered in the background.

“Let us go, asshole!” Millie hollered.

“I’m in your minds, bitches!” he called to the straining imps. “I see everything. Every thought, every opinion and boy…”

He grinned. “…you both have nasty shit to say about the other…”

“Don’t listen to him,” called Millie.

Blitzo paused. “Hey, I don’t see my memories anym…”

Rolando morphed back near Blitzo, and his memories played across the screen again.

“NO! STOP!” Blitzo screamed, tears running down.

“Your level of insecurity is intoxicating,” Rolando purred. “I can’t wait to see how you taste when you drive away the one person left who puts up with your bullshit.”

Rolando laughed. “Blitzo thinks you’re a brute, Millie! Too stupid to do anything but kill!”

“That’s not true!” Millie protested.

“You never should’ve left the farm! You’re nothing but a backwards, filthy, inbred, lowborn fucking hick!”

Millie rolled her eyes. “Ya done?”

“Excuse me?”

Rolando paused then grinned. “Oh no. I’m just getting started, my dear.”

Rolando spoke to both of them. “Nobody cares about you guys or what you want. They’re too caught up in their own misery to even remember you exist. Especially you, girl.”

“Now look here, combover,” Millie glared. “You may think you know everything, but you missed two. One, your words don’t mean shit to me and two…Blitz can handle this!”

“Can he now? Can you?”

Rolando grinned as Blitzo’s memories played.

“It would be a shame if you two decided to take…a little swim with me…”

Millie and Blitzo’s possessed bodies stood up, both eyes glowing blank yellow. Rolando moved back and forth from Millie to Blitzo. Their bodies inched slowly toward the pool, robotic in motion. Millie sat near the edge of the pool as her memories played. When Rolando moved back to Blitzo, Blitzo’s body dropped down into the water like a rock.

Blitzo and Millie gasped in horror.

Millie then realized her memories weren’t on screen. “Blitz! He can only possess us fully one at a time!”

Blitzo’s eyes widened then he winked.

“Blitz can handle this!” Millie said again.

“Oh no he can’t!” Rolando countered, getting closer to Blitzo. “He’ll be swimming with the fishes before long!”

Blitzo felt himself gasping for breath and Rolando laughed. Blitzo’s memories were starting to go dark.

With Rolando distracted, Millie used her strength to slowly break free of her chains.

“You’re wrong. So buckle up, buttercup!” Millie spat at Rolando.

When Rolando got too close, Mille whirled around and slapped Rolando in the face with a free hand. The impact caused Rolando to lose his grip on Millie’s body. He smacked her in the head, and she winced.

“Just wait until I finish off your pathetic little boss friend!”

He moved toward Blitzo, sinking his body further.

Millie closed her eyes, and the pool room slowly came back into focus.

“Come on, come on, come on, come on…”

Millie shook herself awake and saw a drowning figure in the water.

“Blitz!”

She dove in and pulled him up. Rolando used Blitzo to try and drag her back in, but Millie slipped out of his grip and raced onto the deck.

“Come and get me, fishbrain!” called Millie.

Possessed Blitzo growled.

The possessed Blitzo climbed out of the water and attacked her with his fists, which she blocked. He wrapped her with his tail, shoving her aside. Millie dodged his foot as he flipped over. Rolando grabbed her arm and spun her around. He spun her in a dance then knocked his head into her. He then tossed her over the pool and onto the other side. Rolando swam through the water and leaped out with a splash at Millie.

He lifted her up and slammed her into a pillar, which cracked on impact. He spun in a loop around another pillar and aimed his feet at her. She moved back and dodged his landing. She then dodged every one of his fists.

Millie then grinned and swooped her foot under his, sending him to the floor. Millie then gripped both his arms from behind.

“Like I said, combover, your words don’t mean shit to me!” Millie smirked. She punched him in the face and tossed him into a wall. Rolando was then punched and beaten rapidly by Millie’s fury of punches to his face and gut. The wall cracked from behind him. Rolando cried out, spitting black blood.

“This is what you get for messing with my friend!” Millie hollered. She grunted and with her strength, she slammed him against the floor. Rolando turned around…

WHAM!

Millie finished him off with a roundhouse kick to the chin. He collapsed, Blitzo’s head hanging partially in the water. Blitzo’s mouth opened, and Rolando flew out from his mouth in a black gooey shadow.

Blitzo slowly blinked and sat up, rubbing his head. “Ugh, good work, Mils.”

“Oh-ho!” Blitzo cried out as Millie punched him in the face. She punched again. “AH FUCK, IT’S ME!”

Millie covered her mouth. “Oh! Shit! Sorry!” She chuckled, bending down. “It’s good to have you back, boss.”

Rolando hoisted himself up, dripping wet on the floor.

“You little ass plugs are done for! You’re dead, Bethany!”

“Well, that’s where you’re wrong,” Blitzo said, walking over to him, holding his device. “I ain’t Bethany Ghostfucker…”

He spoke with newfound confidence, “Tonight I’m Blitz, DEMON-DICKER!”

Blitzo yelled and slapped Rolando with his device. He fell into the pool.

Rolando lifted up his head. He shrugged his shoulders, putting out his hands as if to say “What the fuck? I’m in my natural element.”

Blitzo then kicked his ghostfucker device into the water.

The device sank into the water and electricity sparked and zigzagged across the surface. Rolando realized too late that he was in danger.

The fish screamed in agony as he was fried by the electricity. His glasses exploded and his yellow eyes melted as black blood gushed out from them. His screams turned distorted. His body and head sank to the bottom.

Blitzo raised his fist in triumph. “AAANNND THAT’S HOW YOU GET GHOSTFUCKED!”

Millie embraced Blitzo. “Let’s go home.”

Blitzo grinned and kicked open the doors. “Yeah, fuck hotels.”

0 0 0

AU: Rolando Wins

“So, you figured it out, have you?”

Rolando’s distorted voice echoed through the hallway as Blitzo and Millie got into fighting stances. He stood in his human disguise, hands behind his back, then briefly vanished.

“A bit out of your depth, aren’t you little ones?” Rolando grinned. His features shifted in the dark, eyes glowing yellow and fin-like white hair appearing.

The imps ran for their lives as the lightbulbs burst above them. Rolando laughed as he chased them as a slithering shadow with red eyes.

“Damn our tiny fucking legs!” Blitzo yelled, breathing heavily. More lights burst into shattered pieces. Rolando chased them and morphed into black goo.

“You know my secret…” he hissed.

He grabbed onto Blitzo’s leg, making him collapse to the floor.

Millie reached out to Blitzo but was caught in a chokehold by the shadowy Rolando.

“I guess you gotta die like all the reeeessssttt!” Rolando screeched.

He lifted Blitzo up with an invisible force and shoved him through several walls. Blitzo banged his head against a column and groaned on the floor of the pool area. He coughed and gasped, slowly sitting up and wincing.

A hand with three claws gripped the wall. Rolando came out from among the pipes, grinning in his dark suit and red and yellow pointed sunglasses.

“Oh, this is fun!” Rolando mused in his distorted voice.

Rolando leapt forward and kicked Blitzo down. His foot was on Blitzo’s head, and he laughed.

Millie responded by swinging her leg and kicking Rolando hard into the wall.

“Atta, girl, Mils!” Blitzo praised, raising a fist. Millie smiled.

Rolando’s eyes glowed from under the surface of the water.

“No, thatta bitch!” Rolando roared, leaping out of the water. He bent his body in a wide arch before turning around to attack. Rolando kneed Blitzo in the chin and sent Millie down with a kick as she tried to attack.

Blitzo avoided Rolando’s attack as Rolando grabbed Millie’s foot and swung her around. He grabbed hold of Blitzo as well and tossed them both into the pool. He grinned above them as they fell through the water.

As quick as a shark, Rolando rushed at the imps underwater. He headbutted Millie into a nearby pool wall and she winced at the impact. He flipped then turned Millie around, slamming her against the pool floor. He held onto Millie and raced at full speed toward Blitzo. Rolando then leapt out of the water, holding onto the imps’ feet and slammed them against the floor. They both cried out.

Rolando laughed evilly as he paced back and forth.

“You call yourselves assassins?” he mocked. An invisible force shattered the light bulbs overhead and knocked the imps back.

Cocking his head, Rolando hovered off the ground and spoke in an eerie voice.

“Eenie…meenie…miny…”

Blitzo and Millie looked up with terrified looks.

“…mo!” Rolando finished, his eyes widening as he stared at Blitzo.

He zoomed toward Blitzo, intending to possess him…

…then he thought, ‘I have a better idea!’

In one swift motion, Rolando gripped Blitzo’s arms from behind and bit hard into his neck.

“ARRUUUAAHH!”

“BLITZ!” cried Millie.

Black blood spurted from the imp’s neck.

“Get away from him!” Millie shouted.

Rolando licked his lips before he rushed at Millie. Blitzo groaned in pain, rolling on the floor. “Get him, Mils!” he wheezed.

Millie and Rolando shared several attacks, blocking punches and exchanging kicks. For a moment, Millie gained the upper hand, knocking him back and punching him repeatedly in the face. She shoved him away and raced toward Blitzo.

“Did you get him?”

“I think so…”

“I think…I know how to defeat him! Throw him in the water and kick my Ghostfucker device in. He’ll be a fried fish in no time…”

Millie spotted the device near the pool.

“Hurry before he possesses us!”

Millie nodded and raced back toward Rolando.

But Rolando had already left the spot he was at before.

“Looking for this thing?”

Millie paused and spotted Rolando lifting up the device with telekinesis.

He smirked. “You do know I can read both of your thoughts, right? How else would I have created my illusions in the first place?”

With a flick of his wrist, he sent the device toward the wall, destroying it with a crash and a flash of electricity and sparks.

“Oops.”

Blitzo and Millie looked on in horror. The imps moved back as Rolando strolled forward, towering over them.

He pointed at Blitzo, “You know, I figured that I could toy with your mind for a while and taunt your lowborn hick friend. But then I thought, ‘why not weaken you first?’”

Rolando rushed at Blitzo again and pressed his foot into his throat. Blitzo coughed and gasped for breath.

“With a weakened body, your mind is practically mine for the taking,” Rolando smirked.

Millie slammed into Rolando, but he soon shoved her aside. The two rivals fought for several minutes. She slammed him into the walls and floor, punched him multiple times and claimed his taunts had no effect on her.

“Your words don’t mean shit to me!” Millie declared. “Blitzo and I can handle this!”

“You sure about that?”

Rolando appeared to flee from her, but soon rushed into Blitzo’s head. He gleefully saw all of his tragic traumas, from his dad hitting him to his mother’s death, to Stolas breaking up with him, to the arguments with his sister and Fizzarolli and Verosika.

Blitzo’s eyes turned blank yellow. Millie braced herself to attack her possessed friend.

“I know you’re in there, Blitz. He hasn’t weakened you that much. I’ll knock that comrover out of you and we’ll defeat him toget…”

To Millie’s shock and horror, Rolando seeped out of Blitzo, grabbed him and leaped sideways into the pool. Blitzo struggled to lift himself to the surface.

“Oh no you don’t, asshole!” Millie hollered. She dove into the water, wrapped her arm around Blitzo and swam up as fast as she could. They both breached to the surface, catching their breath.

The hairs stood up on Millie’s neck.

“Oh shit, it’s a…”

She was cut off by a hand grabbing her leg and dragging her toward the bottom. She was shoved into the wall, barely having time to react. She swam forward with all her might, Blitzo reaching out to her with his hand.

Rolando grabbed hold of Blitzo and slammed him hard against the pool floor once last time.

Millie hoisted Blitzo in her arms and kicked upward to the surface. She gasped for breath and lifted Blitzo out of the water. She climbed onto the floor and bent down to look at Blitzo.

“Blitz! Sir! Stay with me, please, you’ve got this…”

“Mils…” he groaned. Black blood poured slowly from his neck.

She gasped.

“Come on, come on, don’t give up…” Millie begged.

“You…can handle this…” Blitzo wheezed. Millie’s hands shook as his head flopped to the side.

“No…no, no, NO, Blitz!” She shook him.

He remained motionless.

‘Please let this be an illusion…this…this can’t be happening…’

“This is no illusion, my dear,” Rolando purred from behind. “This is the reality of your defeat.”

Millie whirled around and snarled at him with razor sharp teeth and crimson red eyes.

“I’LL KILL YOU…FISH FACED BASTARD!”

She blindly threw punches which he blocked.

Rolando licked his lips. “Your anger and grief is utterly INTOXICATING! I don’t even need to be inside your head to feel it!”

“I can still defeat you!”

Rolando moved from side to side, dodging her attacks. He chuckled when he saw she was getting worn out. He slid over and pinned her against a pillar.

“What would your parents think of you now? How disappointed they would be to find that their daughter let her assassin boss die!”

Milie fumed. “I don’t regret it! I joined I.M.P. and I found a place I could call home. I don’t care what you say about me, I’ll defeat you alone if I have to!”

“Go ahead,” said Rolando. “I’d like to see you try as I’m feeding off your despair right now!”

He stepped back, arms out. Millie cursed to herself that she didn’t have her knife with her.

Millie glanced toward the door and began to run.

“Running away like a coward, are we?” Rolando called. “Not so tough now, are you?”

Millie was almost out of the room.

“What are you gonna tell you coworkers back in Hell?”

Millie yelped and skidded to a stop just as Rolando appeared in front of her. He lifted up Millie with his powers and slammed her into another pillar. She slid to the floor.

Millie groaned and spotted Blitzo’s corpse off to the side. She stood up in a fighting stance on shaking legs.

Rolando strolled forward. “Look at you, you’re nothing but a brute and still no match for me! It’s so pleasing to see you cry.”

Millie wiped tears from her eyes.

“Think you can still handle this? You all alone?”

Normally she would easily…she was the finest warrior in I.M.P.

But with her boss now dead…

‘I…I can’t…he’s gone, I can’t do this…’

Millie couldn’t hide her true thoughts…and Rolando knew it, too.

Rolando smirked. “So here’s to the end of Bethany Ghostfucker and the lowborn hick!”

Before she could blink, Rolando rushed at her with his jaws open wide and she screamed.

0 0 0

Loon and Moxxie arrived at the One Star Wonder, lobby, looking around.

“They’ve got to be here somewhere,” Moxxie said. “Let’s hurry, I still got to figure out those numbers!”

Loona sniffed the air. “There’s a great evil here…he’s right over…”

“Hello!” called Rolando in his human form. “How can I help you?”

“We’re looking for our boss and our other coworker,” said Moxxie.

Rolando grinned and pulled out two photos. “Do these two individuals ring a bell?”

Moxxie and Loona’s faces turned pale.

“N-no, what happened? What is this?!” cried Moxxie.

“W-what the fuck?” Loona barked. “What did you do?! Is this some sort of prank?”

“It’s no prank, little ones…” Rolando’s features shifted into his demonic form with glowing eyes. “It’s the beginning of your doom!”

Loona and Moxxie’s terrified screams were enough for Rolando.

“I can’t wait to enjoy my feast tonight!”

In Rolando’s hands were four new crime scene photos. One showed Blitzo dead on the floor surrounded by his black blood. Another showed a motionless Millie with a gaping hole in her chest. Moxxie’s body had been torn in half with his arms separated. And poor Loona was now a beheaded corpse.

Rolando cackled in victory as lightning flashed outside.

0 0 0

“Hello, little human. I know I met my end in the swimming pool by those blasted imps, but I noticed something interesting about your world. Apparently, ghosts exist, and souls can reincarnate back on Earth. Humanity has really made a mess of itself, wouldn’t you agree? Would be a shame if you somehow helped me kill off those in your world and bring them to Hell for me…

You won’t do it? It’s not a request from me, dear…if I can possess demons, I can certainly possess humans, including you. Your soul will be dragged to Hell by me no matter what you believe in. I’m already sensing your deepest fears…you won’t be in charge of your body and your mind anymore…your very identity is mine. Now hold still and prepare to meet your doom! Hahahahaha!”

[mvneaten]

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ JANUARY 15TH MARKED PRIM’S 26th birthday. to celebrate the milestone, the idol had an industry wide birthday party, choosing to spend her special day beachside at doellette’s very own exclusive OPULENCE RESORT. given the expensive location and expansive guest list, it was compared to a red carpet event rather than a ‘small get together’ — as primrose had labelled it. the all exclusive party had the presence of press, with professional photographers also present to capture pictures of the night, filled with dinner, dancing and music.

the idols in attendance included prim and the rest of social suicide, darling mine’s doe, heyday’s elias and gyujin, soloists kaori and jang-mi ( @sug4rsweet &&. @rosesnthornz), venus’ bliss (@venusvity), lunarix’s navi (@mediadollz), allume’s jamie (@alllume), krush’s kaleina and aeri (@urmykrushhh), rule of rose’s darling and janelle (@bludthirst), merveille’s anais and dove (@story6ook), hashtag’s yoora and yeonhee (@hshtag), starcrush’s sunday and star (@stariified), plastic flowers’ serin (@plasticflwrs), lucid’s suyin (@dr3amluc1d) &&. lucky’s han and hiro (@lvcky0ne).

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ THE LOOKBOOK !

—— the theme for event was white glam, with prim showing up in a pearl skirt and corset she had custom made for the night. guests were to enter via a white carpet, in contrast to red, to further fit the theme. nana’s outfit was a simple white dress with a large jacket and fur boots, along with a fur purse. bae instead opted for something more chic, wearing a white dress with a fur edge that extended towards the back. fans got a first look at the girls’ outfits for the night on prim’s official instagram, where she posted the three of them with the caption ‘🤍🤍’.

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ THE PHOTOBOOK !

—— prim spent most of night taking photos of the event, taking selfies with the others in attendance and just trying to capture every moment of the night. her story, along with the stories of nana and bae, were filled with photos from the night. the most notable post was of nana the the rest of the party together on the white carpet, captioned ‘this night was so special because of all of you <;3’

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ THE EVENT !

—— the night was highlighted by it’s dinner, with a range of courses on offer for those in attendance to enjoy, accompanied by music and dancing. taking place in opulence’s ballroom, the party also had access to the beach behind them, watching the sun set as they all shared cocktails before the official party started. some snuck away to swim, while others instead opted to stay inside and enjoy the ambience. regardless of how guests chose to spend it, it was a fun night for all involved. towards the end, bae gave a toast for the birthday girl, wishing her “a life full of love and laughs.”

౨ৎ ₊˚﹒✶ HAVE ANYTHING YOU WANT TO SHARE ?

if you were in attendance of the party that night, share the experience with the tag #primsbbb !! feel free to share your outfits, photos, and anything interesting that may have happened at the party ! everyone who was there will also receive an exclusive press interview – so keep an eye on your ask boxes !

[roeroe-world]

could’ve been.

starring: eva apio as nefertari zain, tupac shakur as himself

set in 1993.

warning: profane language, use of drugs and alcohol, mentions of sexual activity

Loud rap music blared throughout the packed spacious building. Bodies danced together to the melodic beat of Snoop Doggy Dogg’s track, Ain’t No Fun (If The Homies Can’t Have None). Drinks and smoke surrounded the crowded, overwhelming atmosphere.

A nightclub named Pulse happened to be the club Nefertari and her childhood friend, Tanya, decided to attend. Dressed in their best, hair done to perfection as well as glam. They wanted to scope the scene tonight and so they did.

Their eye-catching appearance earned a plethora of stares, some of jealousy, several in admiration or pure desire. They were used to it. Los Angeles’ night life was their niche.

“This club is bumpin’ tonight.” Tanya acknowledges the live scene, slightly dancing along to the music. The pair immediately strutting for the bar.

Remaining silent, Nefertari just observed her surroundings and ordered a, “Sex on the beach.” As typical as it sounds, it happened to be her favorite drink. Her go-to.

The alcohol cocktail contained peach schnapps, orange juice, and Vodka. The sweetness mixed with the tangy flavor, curating a perfect fruity alcoholic drink. A Sex on the Beach could never go wrong in her eyes.

Meanwhile, Tanya just ordered a simple shot of Vodka.

As Nefertari takes a sip of her glass, the attractive women began to strut further into the dim-lit club, scoping out more of the scene. Upon doing so, the pair stumbled amongst the star studded VIP section.

Nefertari finds herself pausing in her tracks to meet eyes with the one and only, John Singleton. The director of films, Boyz N The Hood and Poetic Justice. Her brown orbs held a sense of familiarity and admiration.

John Singleton happened to be accompanied by the star of one of his films, Tupac Shakur.

Her mouth instantaneously goes dry, growing stuck in place. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t speak. It had been so long since she and John saw one another.

John’s eyes lit up, “Nefertari? That you? Girl, get over here.”

The velvet rope was let open and in came the pair, several eyes falling upon the women, including the ones that Nefertari couldn’t keep hers off of. Tupac Shakur.

He was a rap sensation. A rap sensation she’d been a fan of since his 2Pacalypse Now days. Vividly, she remembered the day of the premiere of his ‘Trapped’ video. She thought he was incredibly handsome. Also, enthralled in the fact that he’s extremely vocal about social injustices.

The famous director stands to his feet, happily embracing the young woman, “Damn. You look good, Nefertari. How you been?” He quizzes. She could feel several individuals eyeballing their interaction, knowing they’re probably wondering how the two knew of each other.

Well, to go into detail, Nefertari and John met at Eddie Murphy’s mansion in 1991. Eddie Murphy was throwing a party which was filled with actors, musicians, comedians, you name it. It was a truly star-studded event.

The young woman accompanied LL Cool J as his date and nothing else short or more than that. Apparently, that night, she caught the eye of John. It was quite funny because he thought LL and Nefertari were dating, deciding to back off after approaching to ask for her number when she was finally by her lonesome.

But, the rapper gave him the green light, “Nah, man. It ain’t even like that. She just the homie. Do you.” It was the absolute truth.

They were really just friends.

That night, she and John exchanged numbers and remained in touch for almost a year. The two would talk on the phone for hours on end, laughing and at times he would tell her his deepest secrets. That she held close to her heart. She wouldn’t tell a soul because it was some things he spoke out of comfort in her.

They hung out occasionally whenever neither of two weren’t busy. Either getting dinner, going to see a movie or just walking around a park while indulging in deep meaningful conversations. What they had was special in Nefertari’s eyes, though, that’s as far as their relationship had gotten. It was more of a friendship in her perspective, a very close friendship and bond that she cherished.

One day, Nefertari found herself changing her number due to an obsessive boyfriend she was running away from. So, in result, the two lost touch.

Being from North Carolina and moving to Los Angeles was a hell of a transition, both physically and mentally. It was quite difficult trying to adapt into a complete different state that was fast-paced. Quick to move on to the next.

During her time of residing in Los Angeles, she’s met a plethora amount of all kinds of people. Some were trying to become famous, some were trying to remain famous, while some were already famous.

Nefertari met a lot of powerful individuals along the way. Most of those individuals hold the key to the ins and outs of this industry. As long as she’s lived here, she held a lot of secrets. Secrets that could ruin careers, lives, and break up happy homes.

Hollywood could make you jaded. She didn’t understand how she, herself, was still in this town.

Sending a dazzling smile, showcasing her pearly whites, “I’ve been great. How are you? It’s been a minute, huh?” She suppressed her feelings. A habit she’d picked up after being in Hollywood for so long.

When she and John lost touch, it saddened her incredibly. She enjoyed their long conversations, his corny jokes and occasional unwanted film directing advice. But overall, he was one of the few people that understood her.

“Also, this is my friend, Tanya. She’s in town visiting me for the weekend.” Upon introducing her friend, she watches John embrace Tanya as well.

“So, where you been all this time? It’s like you disappeared on me.”

“Well..” Nefertari began to explain and their full-fledged conversation started from there. They were back like they never left, catching up like old times.

“Wait a minute. I haven’t introduced you two. Hey, Tupac…” With a swift motion of his hand, he motioned for the rapper to come closer. He was adamant on the two meeting. Eventually, their eyes met and it instantly sent shivers down her spine.

He was eye-catching, for sure.

His presence was demanding and almost made her nervous. It wouldn’t be long before she’d break a sweat, gulping silently. She took in his physical appearance, both of them showcasing their pearly whites.

His shaved, bald head was clean. Also, adorned with a black and white bandana. The diamond of his nose ring shined ever so brightly. He was dressed in a black and white baggy outfit as well as a pair of matching white sneakers.

He exuded confidence and self-assurance yet humbleness, she liked that in a man.

“Tupac, this is my good friend, Nefertari Zain. Nefertari, I’m sure you know who this is, Tupac.” He introduced the two, a grin amongst his lips.

The rapper stuck his hand outward and the beauty sat her palm against his, not able to take their eyes off of one another. “Pleasure to meet you, Nefertari.” He puts emphasis on her name with a smirk, irises analyzing her frame closely, enjoying the view. His soft, plump lips meeting the back of her hand.

“You too, Tupac.”

Nefertari couldn’t deny. She was extremely flattered.

It was apparent that they both liked what they saw. Nothing else or anyone else in that room mattered. And from that moment on, something ignited between them.

They would exchange numbers that exact night, flirting endlessly.

————

For months on end, they remained in contact and would talk on the phone for hours. They became close friends whom hung out whenever they could and had amazing times together. Equally, the pair enjoyed one another’s company.

They’d gotten so close that he introduced her to his family. Almost every studio session, she was there and observing how he worked. She watched him write, effortlessly freestyle, there was no denying his talent.

She’s dated several talents within the industry and honestly every single one of them inspired her. A very few held a special place in her heart, some were just there to get over the last. Tupac was already in that category of an individual that squeezed into her heart with his charisma and outspoken, blunt nature.

Which explains why the rapper decided to invite her out to his six-bedroom home in Atlanta. He paid every expense it took for her safe arrival, including a charming driver by the name of Antonio.

Comfortably, they laid in Tupac’s king-size bed. Fully clothed, considering neither of them participating in any activities that included them being naked. Instead the pair engaged in a conversation.

That was their relationship in a nutshell. Sex wasn’t a priority.

It was clear that neither of them cared or was thinking about sex in the heat of the moment. They shared a blunt and Nefertari sat quietly, listening to him rant about his legal troubles. She didn’t care about what they did nor talked about as long as they were breathing the same air, she would be fine.

It was no secret that Tupac ran into the law several times. In fact, he had cases on top of cases. He was a troublemaker but it wasn’t intentional.

Moments of being around him, watching how he interacted with family, friends and his fans. He isn’t entirely what the media portrayed him to be. He wasn’t violent for no reason. But he could get quite rowdy when you pushed his buttons.

From what she’s observed, you did not want to get on his bad side.

“What you thinking about?” His doe, brown expressive orbs pierced into hers. Their eye contact was often passionate, finding themselves staring into one another’s soul.

Twiddling with his dark brown vest, she smiles softly, “Just listening to you. That’s all.” Nefertari’s head laid onto his chest, his heart beating playing in her eardrums, her right leg on top of his comfortably.

This was what they did whenever they were alone, lay up. They also would play card games, video games, smoke good weed— whatever they were in the mood for. Tupac never pushed himself on her and for that, she’s grateful.

But at times, honestly, she wished he would because she would tear him apart. Plus, she wasn’t that bold enough to initiate anything.

His large hands caressed her clothed back, admiring her facial features as she admired his. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.” One of his hands reaching to grip her chin to lift her face upward toward his, his red dilated eyes squinting slightly while blowing the smoke from between his lips and unintentionally entering her nostrils.

She began to blush uncontrollably, their noses only a few inches apart due to how close he’d gently forced her. The constant compliments would leave her blushing, making her melt internally and Tupac knew that. He was such a tease.

She loved the rush of being in his presence. There was never a dull moment with him especially when she’s riding shotgun in his Mercedes Benz while he drives like a bat out of hell.

He was also a gentleman. Something the media never seemed to want to showcase.

Often, they focused on the negative; Him shooting two cops, starting a brawl with the Hughes Brothers, supposedly taking advantage of a woman, etcetera. Nefertari was able to witness his good side, his soft side.

“Fuck the world!” She noticed he would often say aloud and she found herself screaming it as well especially when her friends would warn her about him. They had nothing but bad things to say about the rapper. Clearly, she didn’t care what they’d say.

She defended him with everything in her and would shout, “Fuck the world!” as Tupac would.

His ways were rubbing off on her and she loved it.

“I ain’t gon’ lie. I’m falling for you like a mothafucka.” He speaks truthfully, finger tracing up and down her arm. “I think I love you.”

“I’m growing to love you too, Tupac.” Neither of them moved a muscle, never breaking eye contact either. “What should we… do now?” She began, tension brewing over between the pair. “Should we act upon these feelings or just, let them be feelings.”

A heavy sigh passes his lips and instantaneously he looks away, Nefertari knew that he was bound to say something she wouldn’t like. “I have to let you know… there are other women.” She had no choice but to respect his honesty, remaining calm.

Her best attempt of maintaining her nonchalance seemed to be working. Though, in the inside, she was fuming with jealousy. The thought of him wrapped in another woman’s arms pissed her off to a great degree. Then again, she knew exactly what she was getting herself into.

But no matter what, she would always be there for him. No matter how many women he slept with. They weren’t her. They could never be.

“I don’t want to lead you on. I don’t even want you to think I’m leading you on. I truly enjoy your company and I would like to continue this thing we got going on. You aight with that?”

Truthfully, Nefertari had no choice but to be. The relationship the two shared meant a lot to her and she didn’t want him out of her life. He’d just stepped in four months ago.

Nodding, a light grin amongst her two toned lips, “Yeah. It’s cool.” No. It wasn’t. The grin was placed to cover up the frown she fought and won against.

His unreadable eyes searched hers as if he was looking for something in particular, though, he remained silent. Eventually, he connects their lips. “Beautiful.” He speaks in between the loving kiss they shared.

That’s all there was… a kiss. A passionate, soul-snatching kiss.

————

Overtime, Tupac had been filming another film, Above The Rim. But shortly after that began, she began to see less of him. Though, still they would speak on the phone every once in a while. But those phone calls became once every blue moon. With the amount of court dates, interviews, filming, he had a lot on his plate.

There would be times he wouldn’t answer her calls nor her pages. It was a clear indication he didn’t want to be bothered, so, she let him be.

Nefertari wasn’t sweating it though. She was busy as well, finding more work as a model and a video girl. During their hiatus, she was able to get more work done.

There she was at a fashion show on January 24th of 1994. The young woman was getting prepared to walk the runway for Calvin Klein, having her makeup and hair done. Her eyeballs peered onto the mirror, remaining silent, in deep thought as she observed both the beauticians work.

Suddenly, her phone would rang. Without a hesitation, she reaches for her Motorola Piper Cellphone that sat on the bright white-painted vanity. Answering in her soft tone, “Hello?” She awaits for the unknown person to speak on the other end, given the fact that she hadn’t even looked at the caller ID.

“Nef, how you doing, baby?”

She knew that voice by heart. Then, her heart actually began to race. After all this time, he finally gave her a call. But she wasn’t complaining. As long as she heard his voice, she was fine. The fashion show no longer mattered.

She was willing to drop everything to go see him where ever. Didn’t matter the hotel nor the distance. All he had to do was name it and she’d be there.

“I—I’m great. It’s been so long. How have you been? Filming going great so far?” She found herself stuttering, eyes fluttering and immediately smiling genuinely. Something she hadn’t done in a while.

“Yeah. We just wrapped that shit up like two months ago. What you doing right now?”

“I’m in glam, preparing for a fashion show.” As stated before, she would drop everything to see him. “Did you have any thing in mind, or…?”

A sharp silence meets her eardrums and her eyebrows furrowing together, remaining silent as well. She was awaiting a response, wanting to hear him say, “Come see me.”

But instead, he says, “I want to apologize.”

“For what?” Her inquiry passes her lips instantly.

“Doing exactly what I said I wouldn’t do…” He began. “I lead you on. I knew that you fell for me— shit— I fell for you too.” Shuffling is heard on her end, indicating that he was shaking his head. “Like I told you before, you are not the only woman. That and I got a lot of baggage. It’s too much shit going on in my life for me to ever take a woman like you serious.” The rapper pauses, a heavy sigh escaping his throat.

“The day I told you I was still seeing other women, I didn’t say anything, but I saw the hurt in your eyes. You knew all along yet you didn’t say a word because of your feelings for me. You were more than willing to put up with it… when you deserve more than me. I can’t be the man you need me to be.”

Nefertari could feel her heart breaking into two, though she maintained her composure, considering the glam team was still working on her. “What are you saying, Pac?” Desperation filling her tone.

“Although we haven’t been much on speaking terms, I was still thinking of you. I was thinking of you in court, those jail cells, when I was filming—I’ll always think of you. You’re a beautiful creature, inside and out. You don’t need a fuck up like me in your life.”

“Don’t speak about yourself that way and I don’t care about any of that stuff or the media or—” She starts, only to be interrupted.

“This ain’t about the media, Nefertari. Fuck them. This is about us. As hard as this will be, man, I love you but we gotta part ways. All I’ll do is hold you back and you don’t need that. I’m fucked up right now.” The young woman couldn’t believe her ears right now.

No-one else in that room mattered, even from the night they met at that nightclub, “I wish you would stop telling me what I need.” She protests, her voice raising but she still remembered to conduct herself in an appropriate manner. “I know exactly what I was getting myself into. You’re who you are and I can’t do anything but accept that.”

“It’s over, Nef. I’m sorry.” There was not enough protesting she could do to change his mind. He was adamant on his decision, knowing he was losing a friend and a potential lover. “I wish you nothing but the best, baby. I gotta go.”

“Guess this is goodbye, then.” She has no choice but to let him go. It’s what he wanted.

A long, emotional pregnant pause poured amongst the two. No more words were exchanged. There was nothing either of the two could do or say to make their situation better. Technically, they had been over since he stopped responding to her calls and pages, but he’d finally given her the closure she deserved. That was the least he could do.

The rapper didn’t want to leave her hanging with unanswered questions, wondering why he’d disappeared on her. It was better to be honest than to avoid her like he planned to do initially.

The moment he ended the call was the moment he ended their relationship. There was no more Nefertari and Tupac.

Meanwhile, Nefertari’s stared into the mirror of the vanity in pure silence. A sense of derealization sneaking amongst her saddened being but she disguises it, holding her head high so the makeup artist could continue to work on her canvas.

Seven months and out of those seven months, they weren’t on speaking terms for two months. As naive as this may sound, Nefertari thought they were building something; a relationship. Just for that building to come crumbling down when Tupac told her, “It’s over.” Those two simple words ended it all.

Though, in the midst of her pain, the two words she could think of is could’ve been. They could’ve been, in different circumstances and in an alternate life.

Maybe another lifetime.