#Devil's Playground

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Dolores del Rio, Devil's Playground, 1937

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Devil's Playground Acrylic on canvas 8x10". Charles Morgenstern, 2023. Pikes Peak seen from near Devil’s Playground, Colorado.

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Taylor Swift Edits ✤ Kat Smith

The Tortured Poets Department ✤ Florida!!!: I need to forget, so take me to Florida, I’ve got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida, tell me I'm despicable, say it's unforgivable, at least the dolls are beautiful, fuck me up, Florida!

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My Top 20 New Favorite Actors - #14: Morgan Davies

Introduction to Him: One Piece

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Artista: Billy Idol Álbum: Devil's Playground Ano: 2005 Faixas/Tempo: 13/54min Estilo: Rock/Hard Rock Data de Execução: 10/09/2024 Nota: 6,0 Melhor Música: Scream

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[haminamibami]

I like to think that Grace, for some reason, knows a lot of brainrot slang. Like, maybe she's a counselor for younger groups of kids in her church, and they're gen alpha iPad kids and they speak all the time in phrases like "sigma I'll fanum tax the hell out of that sandwich" and "I bet Jesus had a massive gyatt. That's why he's THE alpha." "Yeah he probably had that alpha rizz." And she picked it up.

[of-pale]

Just an average day of Nero hanging out with the twins:

> Vergil refuses to go out in the public unless it's necessary like the introvert he is

> Dante wants to go out because that's where pizza and strawberry sundaes are

> Dante messes with no half melted strawberry sundaes from deliveries

> Only the fresh shit at Fredi’s will do or no dice

> How else will Vergil catch up on all the human wonders, if he doesn't go outside?

> Dante suggests going to the cinema, bowling, arcades etc.

> Vergil is only willing to go to calm places with no crowds like library, bookstore or a museum

> Nero tries to find a compromise and contain the situation

> It's going well, obviously

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1….2….The Devil’s coming for YOU! 👹

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Dolores del Rio, Devil's Playground, 1937

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Call auto garage. 'Heeeeeyy. Just wanna see what's going on with my car. It got towed there almost a week ago :)'

Dude tells me they ordered parts that just came in and it'll be another day or two. 'Oh cool. Ordered part, neat. I uh- I hadn't heard anything since it got towed on Thursday so I was just seeing if the car even made it haha :)'

Dude is clearly thrown off by that. Gets asked if they can call me back later today with an estimate. I tell him absolutely, I would LOVE an estimate on how much to fix my car (that's ten years old and I haven't heard anything about for a week why did you order parts without talking to me what is happening). Dude says I'll get a call back. I say thanks.

Guess what business is closed for the night. Guess how many calls I got back :))))

[thexdevilsxarexhere]

The Elites

The self-proclaimed Kings (and Queen) of New York.

Alexander Rockwell: Son of one of the most infamous men in the city, the Rockwells come with a legacy that few can live up to. Alex does it without even trying.

Blaine Archibald: Nate Archibald's oldest child has some big shoes to fill. Blaine does it well. While currently he has no interest in politics like his father, he's on track to graduate from law school early. And no one needs to know what this Golden Boy does behind closed doors.

Camden Hayworth: Tall, dark, and (allegedly) deadly. A pretty face with a terrible anger problem. Everyone knows not to mess with Camden, but the reasons for this depend on what rumors you've heard.

Clover Baizen: Most people think that, as the sole girl of the group, Clover is the weak link. Those people learn quickly that despite the sweet smile and baby doll dresses, Clover is just as ruthless as her friends and brother.

Declan Davenport: There is a darkness behind Prince Davenport's eyes, a Darkness that he does his best to hide behind a bright grin and a laissez-faire attitude, but he can't hide it forever.

Xavier Lockwood: The 'nice guy' of the group, Xavier is the one who holds the secrets. He's also not at all afraid to use those secrets to ruin someone's life. An artist at heart, he sees the beauty in the world, but also the harsh ugliness that comes with it. And he's not about to let that ugly touch him or the people he loves.

Not my gifs!

[cecexwrites]

Prompt: Alex catches Imogen trying to get into Euphoria

"Fuck, baby, just like that." Alex's hand tangled in thick dark hair, encouraging the woman under his desk to move faster, to take his cock deeper. She whined as he forced another inch down her throat, her nails digging into his leg as a warning. He didn't let up, thrusting his hips up again before pulling back to let her breathe. As soon as she had the air, she coughed and sputtered, pushing him back. Alex leaned forward, gripping her chin, slick with drool. 

"If you can't take it, then I'll find someone who can." He warned. The woman's chest heaved and he could see in her eyes the debate between cussing him out as she stormed off and giving in, letting him fuck her mouth and throat like the slut she wanted to be. Finally, she relaxed, opening her mouth. 

"Good girl." He purred. he was about to get back to it when the knock came. 

"Mr. Rockwell?" The door opened and one of the bartenders popped their head in. "There is a kid here with a fake ID, pretty sure she's your sister." 

Alex's eyes narrowed and he pushed the girl away, checking the cameras. They had them in the entry, for sure. And sure enough, standing there with a look of impatience, the same spoiled princess look that Alex saw on Cordelia all the time, Imogen. 

"Goddammit." He tucked his cocked into his pants and stood. "I'll be right there. You stay here." He ordered the woman. "do not fucking touch yourself while I'm gone." He stood and stormed out of the room. He had to pull himself together, he had to put on a happy face for Imogen. He had to be the good big brother, the responsible big brother. Never mind the drug cocktail he had downed before inviting Miley up to his office for a fuck. He pushed his hair out of his face and by the time he was in the entryway, he at least looked human again, even if he didn't feel it. 

Imogen was still in the entry, tapping her foot impatiently. 

"Let me see the ID?" Alex asked. She whirled at the sound of his voice, her eyes widening. 

"Of course, Mr. Rockwell." The attendant leaned over so he could take it from her. 

It was Cordelia's ID, her expired ID. 

"Uh-huh. Interesting, because this is my older sister, and you, Bug, do not look like my older sister." Alex quirked an eyebrow. He hadn't given a ton of thought to what he would do if his younger siblings showed an interest in the club. It would probably be the same thing he did for Cordelia which was to get them access but avoid them at the club. However, the next in line to cross that bridge with was Connor, not the fifteen-year-old standing in front of him, a pout already forming. "I'll take care of this." He assured the young lady behind the counter. "Immy, you took up her time, she deserves a tip." Alex gestured. 

"Then tip her." Imogen seemed genuinely confused. 

"I'm not the one who wasted her time." He nodded at his sister's bag. She huffed but dug into her purse pulling out a twenty and handing it over. "Thank you." He placed a hand on his younger sister's back, guiding her out of the club and onto the busy sidewalk. He could have turned around, told her to go home, and finally gotten the release he so desperately needed but something about leaving his sister out on the streets this late at night felt like a very, very bad idea. 

"I wasn't going to do anything. I just wanted to see the club." Imogen insisted as Alex led her away from the crowds of people. He could have taken her to his car but while he was willing to drive himself while impaired, he wasn't going to do it with Imogen in the car. So, off to burgers and fries at the Clown-a-burger circus-themed nightmare that was open twenty-four-seven down the street from the club that was awful and garish and had the best fries in the state of New York. 

"and you can, in three years," Alex answered. 

"But I don't want to wait that long, I want to know now," Imogen whined. Alex pushed the door open to the restaurant and they were blasted with the smell of french fry grease. "Is this place my punishment?" 

"No, I need food." If he was going to get Imogen home, he needed to sober up a little which was a huge waste of a good high. But he knew better than to go to his mother's house under any real influence. He'd learned he could get away with a little bit of a high, she just thought he was in a good mood, but he had a feeling she'd see right through him if he showed up in the state he was in now. Alex sniffed, tapping the side of his thumb under his nose to make sure there was no blood- he was good. 

"Why can't I just go look? they didn't even realize I wasn't Cordelia." Imogen insisted, in the light of the restaurant he could see that she'd done what she could to make herself look like Cordelia, he was pretty sure the clothes were some Del had left at their parents' house and the makeup was more Cordelia's style. She'd put in the effort, he had to give her that. 

"They did, that's why they came to get me. and you can't go in because the club will get in trouble." He hadn't had the club for terribly long and they were still doing a lot of work to fix it up, to make it into the best sex club the city had ever seen and it took time but even what they had now was better than what it used to be. "And because you don't need to be in there. It's not for kids."

"I'm not a kid-"

"You're a kid." Alex rolled his eyes going up to the counter. The poor employee at the register looked about as thrilled to be there as Alex was. "Order of Big Top Fries. Immy, what do you want?"

"To get into Euphoria."

"A  Three Ring Milkshake," Alex ordered instead. He paid for the food and moved to wait for the order to come up. When it did, he snagged them and led her to a table. it was late enough, but also early enough that the place wasn't super busy. When the bars and clubs started to close for the night they'd be packed again. "You're too young." He repeated, "But- in three years, on your eighteenth birthday, I will grant you membership to the club if that's what you want. Just as long as I don't have to see any of your business." 

"Really? You will?" Imogen narrowed her eyes at him. 

"Swear it, just like I do for Cordelia." Imogen seemed to think on that for a moment before grabbing the shake he had gotten for her. 

"Deal." 

"Deal." He agreed, staring at the fries. 

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Massively muscular and vascular Red Devil in Hell, on his throne.

Playground AI

[snkts]

"I wanna be an X-Man."

"Yeah, and I wanna be the Tooth Fairy."

indie JAMES 'LOGAN' HOWLETT / WOLVERINE of Marvel clawed by Jay; 21+