#How old is Duke Dennis

[unitedstatesofworld]

How Old is Duke Dennis? Unveiling the Life of a Rising Star

Duke Dennis—if you’re plugged into the world of gaming or streaming, this name probably rings a bell. Whether you're watching his insane NBA 2K plays or catching him in other online antics, there’s no denying that Duke has captured the attention of many fans. However, there’s one question that seems to come up frequently: How old is Duke Dennis? Well, let’s not keep you in suspense for too long!. By the end of this, you’ll have the full scoop on this dynamic influencer and understand why he’s such a big deal.

Who is Duke Dennis?

Duke Dennis is a popular content creator, primarily known for his gaming skills. He started gaining attention on YouTube and Twitch for his remarkable NBA 2K gameplay, where he consistently showcases his ability to dominate the court virtually. However, he’s more than just a gamer; Duke’s personality, humor, and charm have made him a household name in the online streaming community.

With millions of subscribers on YouTube and a growing audience on social media, Duke’s fan base keeps expanding by the day. Whether he’s collaborating with other streamers or sharing a glimpse into his personal life, his audience remains captivated by his every move.

But we’re not here for the resume just yet. Let’s answer the burning question that brought you here—how old is Duke Dennis?

How Old is Duke Dennis?

Alright, it’s time to put the question to rest: how old is Duke Dennis? Born on February 26, 1994, Duke Dennis is currently 30 years old. That’s right, the gaming sensation who seems to have been around forever is only in his early thirties.

It might come as a surprise for some, especially considering how much he’s achieved in such a relatively short period. Duke’s been grinding for years, and though his big break came with NBA 2K content, his entrepreneurial spirit and passion have allowed him to branch out beyond gaming.

Duke’s Journey: From Humble Beginnings to Internet Fame

Duke Dennis wasn’t born an internet celebrity, of course. His rise to fame didn’t happen overnight, and like most content creators, he had to build his empire from the ground up.

The Early Days

Before stepping into the limelight, Duke Dennis was a regular guy, figuring out what he wanted from life. Born in South Carolina, he had a typical childhood, but gaming was always one of his passions. When he started sharing his NBA 2K gameplay online, he didn’t expect the monumental success that would follow.

The beginning wasn’t glamorous—like many YouTubers, Duke spent countless hours honing his craft, often with little reward. But his dedication to improving his gameplay, combined with his natural charisma, helped him slowly grow a following. Little by little, his subscriber count started climbing.

The Big Break

Duke’s big break came when his NBA 2K content gained traction within the gaming community. His in-depth knowledge of the game and unique playstyle set him apart from other content creators, and fans couldn’t get enough of him.

His comedic timing, entertaining commentary, and natural on-camera presence made him more than just a 2K player. Duke started to evolve into a full-fledged entertainer.

Expanding the Brand

As his following grew, so did Duke Dennis’ ambitions. He wasn’t content with just being a one-game wonder. He diversified his content, venturing into lifestyle vlogs, reactions, and even collaborations with other prominent YouTubers and Twitch streamers.

This helped him tap into new audiences and further solidified his place in the world of online content creation. Today, Duke’s channel is a blend of gaming, personal insights, and tons of humor.

The Secret to Duke’s Success

So, what exactly sets Duke Dennis apart from the sea of other content creators? It’s not just his gaming skills—though those are impressive—it’s his authentic personality and his ability to connect with his fans. People love Duke because he’s real, relatable, and isn’t afraid to share both his wins and struggles.

He’s cultivated an online persona that feels genuine, and in an era where authenticity is key, that’s made all the difference.

Key Factors in Duke Dennis' Success

Consistency: Duke didn’t just show up once and go viral. He consistently uploads content, keeping his audience engaged week after week.

Engagement: He interacts with his audience through social media, live streams, and comment sections, making them feel like they’re part of the journey.

Versatility: Duke has expanded his content beyond just NBA 2K, showcasing his personality through vlogs, challenges, and collaborations.

Authenticity: In a world full of staged or overly-produced content, Duke’s authenticity shines through. Fans feel like they’re getting the “real” him.

What’s Next for Duke Dennis?

Now that you know how old Duke Dennis is and how he’s carved a niche for himself, what’s next for him? Well, the sky's the limit! Duke is the kind of creator who’s always evolving, so it wouldn’t be surprising to see him venture into even more areas—whether that’s more lifestyle content, entrepreneurship, or collaborations with big brands.

The world of online content is always changing, but one thing is clear: Duke Dennis is here to stay. His age might suggest he’s still got years of greatness ahead, and we can’t wait to see where his journey takes him.

Conclusion

So, how old is Duke Dennis? Now you know—he’s 30 years young and already achieved more than many do in a lifetime. But age is just a number, and for Duke, it’s just the beginning. Whether you’re a long-time fan or someone who’s just now discovering his content, one thing is for sure: Duke Dennis is a name you’ll be hearing for years to come.

As he continues to grow and evolve, his fans will be right there alongside him, watching, supporting, and celebrating every win. And if you haven’t subscribed yet, what are you waiting for? Dive into his world—you won’t regret it!

[majestyeverlasting]

Hello lovely <3

Can I please request a Joel miller x reader oneshot where the reader had a really bad run in with infected on a patrol and then when Joel comes home to find her all panicked he comforts her, gets her cleaned up and into bed .etc. ??

Thank you🥰

𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

contains non-explicit nudity

Pairing Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary After a brush with death while on patrol, Joel assures you and himself that you're still here as you wind down for the night [outbreak, fluff, 3.3k]

A/N Thank you so much for this amazing request, anon! This is my first fic of 2025, and I appreciate your patience as I took a little break to transition into the new year. I’ve decided to make this fic a part of the From Here on Out universe. I hope you guys enjoy! 

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Chatter and swells of laughter rest at a minimum amid the Tipsy Bison. Only half the usual Friday night patrons have trickled in so far, peppered around the establishment with drinks in hand. The air is thick with the scent of sharp spirits and stale beer. String lights cast everything in a dim, warm glow. 

Beneath the clunk of Joel’s booted footsteps, the floor is sticky. A few nods are directed his way as he saunters towards the bar, which he returns with a tip of his cowboy hat. In the ten months since he arrived in Jackson, he’d built up a reputation for himself. One that was revered and feared all the same. Fading into the background wasn’t an option anymore. 

If folks still didn’t know his name, they undoubtedly recognized him when he walked into the room. That easy, measured stride. Those brows oftentimes furrowed in thought. Those dark, knowing eyes that were humble enough to know he had a lot more to learn. 

The older man wiping down the counter tosses the rag over his shoulder as Joel approaches. Old stains are splotched down the front of his white shirt. But he’s happy to see Joel. A quiet, jazzy piano melody flows from the billiard room. 

“Howdy Clyde,” Joel drawls as he sits. A few barstools down, a pair of friends talk over beer. “You hiding Duke Ellington back there?” 

The man snorts with a shake of his head. “Good ol’ Dennis. Does this a few times a year,” he says. “Comes in, drinks, plays like it’s paying.” 

Joel gazes through the archway to where a couple people shoot pool. Dennis and the piano are just within sight.

“He ain’t too shabby,” Joel says. 

“Not at all,” Clyde agrees. “‘scuse me for a second.” 

Joel listens to the piano as Clyde goes to refill beers. 

He knows you’d appreciate Dennis’ playing. You were drawn to live music like a moth to a flame. Joel realizes then that he misses you. It’s a peculiar feeling that always seems to compound by the end of the day after being apart. You patrolled together when you could, but he’d been on the roster to volunteer at the community stables today. 

It was good, honest work. Peaceful too. There was no need to be on guard, and he didn’t have to talk to anyone unless someone was particularly keen on striking up a conversation. Being with the animals did a lot more for him than he’d ever expressed out loud. 

Back in front of Joel, Clyde braces his thick weathered hands on the counter, “So how’s Alamo? Came bearing good news for me, I hope.” An attentive furrow has formed between his bushy brows. 

Alamo, Cldye’s Stallion, was recovering from what the veterinarians diagnosed as a mild case of the flu. 

“He’s doing much better,” Joel assures. “Got him to eat and drink more than yesterday. He let me lead him around the corral for a couple laps.” 

Clyde’s eyes are grateful. “Thank God. I don’t know how you do it, man.” Joel smiles at the man’s relief.  “What can I get you?” He quirks his thumb to the wall of bottles behind himself. 

There’s a decent selection. Moonshine, applejack, mead—whiskey, which always sounds particularly good these days. 

Joel purses his lips in brief consideration before saying, “I’m okay tonight. Gotta get home to my lady.” 

Clyde hums in understanding. “Smart man,” he says. “I’ll catch you later.”

Outside, it’s cold enough for Joel to see the frost of his breath. People bundled in coats, hats, and scarves mill around because, despite the chill, it’s just another evening in Jackson. Snow still covers the ground from last week’s snowfall, and more is due any day now. The sky is white with promise as the last of the sun’s light lingers near the horizon amid dustings of pink. 

The community center buzzes with life as he passes by. A few people talk outside, and multiple heads can be seen through the windows. Just as he’s about to avert his gaze and continue on his way, his brother bursts through the doors. 

Tommy lifts his hand to signal him to wait even though Joel doesn’t intend to keep walking away. Relief is etched all across his face. 

“There you are,” he claps his gloved hand onto Joel’s shoulder. “You’re a hard man to find when you wanna be.” The slightly frazzled tone of his voice contrasts the casualness of his words. 

Worry stirs within Joel as he meets his brother’s gaze. “Hey. What going on?” 

Tommy wets his lips as he considers how to phrase the news. “Before you freak out, everybody’s alright,” he starts. “Just a bit shaken up.” 

Joel swallows the lump in his throat. He already knows it’s about you. He wishes he were wrong, but wishing never changed what his gut already knew was cemented in time. 

“Your girl and her patrol partner had a run in with some Clickers earlier this evening while they were out,” Tommy continues, and Joel’s jaw tricks. “No bites, thank God. And they managed to take ‘em all down.” 

An avalanche of guilty, frustrated, and relieved thoughts crash onto Joel all at once. Tommy loosely follows after him as he takes a few composing steps away to run a hand down his beard. Heat has risen in his face to the point where it almost doesn’t feel cold anymore. He can hear his heart in his ears.

“Where is she?” Joel finally asks. It almost sounds like there’s a small ball of cotton stuck in his throat. 

“At your place with Ellie. Her uncle Nate dropped by too,” he says. “She was askin’ for you, and I told ‘em you were on the way.”

It’s days like this that make Joel wish you hadn’t rejoined the patrolling rotation. With or without him. 

He’s is about to walk away, when Tommy adds, “She handled herself mighty fine out there. Both of  ‘em did.” 

•••

Death was no stranger to anyone in Jackson, but you’d never stared so directly into the face of a being that embodied such a definite, unyielding sense of finality. Never seen fungal decay so intimately that it made your skin crawl from the inside out. 

There had been four Clickers earlier that evening. Three taken out by your partner, Langdon, and the final one by you after tumbling to the ground. 

In your struggle, chunks of snow had crept into your jacket and dusted across your face. The bitter chill hardly registered from the moment your back hit the ground. Neither did the sound of your pistol firing as the hulking, distorted figure begin to crawl overtop of you. All you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat like a heavy tribal drum in your ears. Endure, survive, endure, survive. 

Only after Langdon drug you from beneath the limp Clicker, and hauled you to your feet, did you realize you were releasing frantic sob-like whines with every exhale. 

The entire scene won’t stop playing in your head. Electricity still hums beneath your skin. 

“Joel should be here soon,” Ellie assures again, in part for herself. 

He was always better in situations like these. Always knew what to say because he’d lived these same horrors himself, not a handful of times like she had, but countless since 2003. When it came to providing comfort, she always felt as though she was blindly grasping for the next right thing to say or do. 

But you were grateful to have her here all the same. If nothing else, she knew how to sit and be present. And after being asked to share an account of what happened by countless members of the patrol board, being with her as you wait for Joel is the peace you need. 

When you notice the worried way she’s chewing on her lower lip, you reach out for the glass of water she’d sat on the coffee table for you. You take one shaky sip and realize you’re a lot thirstier than you though you were. You drain it in a few big gulps. Ellie straightens up with a sense of having something right. 

“I’ll go get some more,” she says, taking the cup from you. 

Creaks arise on the porch soon after she heads to the kitchen. Then comes the faint jingling of keys. Joel pushes through the front door with a concerned furrow between his brows. It smooths when his eyes fall on you sitting in the living room. 

You look as small as you feel.

Aside from the absence of the sparkle that usually shone in your eyes, you seem as alright as you can be. Which is a much better than the image he’d conjured up in his head, despite Tommy insisting you’d made it back in one piece. 

“Hey,” he greets, carefully, like he’s talking to animal seconds away from curling in on itself. Like that’s all the bass he can muster into his voice.

“Hi,” you murmur, eyes tracking him as he shrugs off his leather jacket and hangs it up. His hair is curled at his ears and a little disheveled when he takes his hat off. 

The floor creaks under his footsteps as he walks to occupy Ellie’s former place. Without uttering a single word, he wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you into his chest.

You press your nose into his shirt like there’s no other place it belongs. He smells faintly of sweat, but mostly of the outdoors. Like air and earth. Breath and constance. Life. So warm, you forget all about the chill that has crept into the room. 

Ellie’s relieved to walk back in to the sight of Joel sitting with you. Your eyes have fluttered closed, so you only hear the sound of the refilled glass being set on the table. Joel meets the girl’s gaze with an appreciative nod. Thanks, kid. You did good. 

“I’m supposed to volunteer at craft night, but I can stay,” she offers. 

You peek up from Joel’s chest. “It’s okay.” 

“Are you sure?” She asks, and you nod. 

“Thank you,” you say honestly. 

“I’ll make you something cool,” she promises. 

When the door clicks shut behind her, silence settles between you and Joel as you rest in his arms. You focus on the rise and fall of his chest, the faint, steady beating of his heart. It says he’s here, you’re here. 

Even with your body cradled in his arms, the thought of losing you haunts his consciousness. Makes tension root through his shoulders, until he takes one long inhale and lets it out. As if shedding the remnants of fear, and dispelling it from his being. 

You can feel him letting his anxiety go, only for it to manifest as guilt within your own chest. 

“We were being careful,” you say, then swallow because the next words are harder to get out,  “They—they came out of nowhere.” 

Apology plagues your tone, and he knows he’s the reason why.  

On more than one occasion, perhaps to his own fault, Joel expressed that he’d rather you not patrol. There were countless volunteer opportunities around the commune, but after meeting him, you expressed your desire to start going out again. 

For the first couple months, you were only ever partnered with Joel because he insisted. It became something you did together, getting to protect the people you love and absorb the beauty of Jackson beyond the commune limits. 

Slowly, he came around to the idea of you being partnered with different people as he picked up other volunteer work.  

Now that you’d had your first close call, you can’t help but consider the possibility that Joel had seen a certain weakness within you all along. Maybe you aren't as vigilant as you thought, or a skilled shooter, or truly capable of holding your own. If it had been Joel, the Clickers probably wouldn’t even of made it within a thirty yard radius before they were shot down—

“Sweetheart? Hey, look at me,” he pulls away so he knows he has your attention. Except, he hasn’t exactly pieced together what he wants to say. 

After releasing a breath, he meets your gaze with an apologetic look of his own. 

“I know you were careful.” His tone is warm with sincerity. “You ain’t gotta justify anything to me.” When you don’t say anything, he keeps talking, “I’m sorry if I made you feel that way.” His dark eyes are earnest, hopeful as they flit across your face. 

You nod, and he wants to believe you’ve let his words sink in. 

“There ain’t a single person in this commune who knows what’s gonna happen when they step outside those gates,” he says. “Best thing anyone can be is prepared, and that’s exactly what you were out there today.”

Joel’s not expecting a response, but he can tell he’s finally gotten through. 

He takes your hand in his and presses soft kisses over your knuckles. After letting go, he eases off the couch to kneel at your feet. You admire the slight hunch of his shoulders as he moves to untie your boots, the delicate way he handles the laces as if they’re somehow a fragile extension of you. 

When he’s done, you angle your feet to make it easier for him to pull the boots off. Even then, he doesn’t stand up. He stays on his knees so you’re eye to eye. 

“How’s a shower sound?” He gently squeezes your knee and waits to follow your lead. 

It’s an illusion of control he’s offering for your sake. Really, it’s all him. After everything today, all you want to do is let go. Follow someone you know you can trust. Someone who always knows how to lead the way.

•••

Joel gets the shower started and, before long, both of you have stripped to your undergarments. He watches as you begin to pull your sports bra over your head, and helps you on the tail end because the strong elastic won’t set you free. 

You don’t meet his gaze again until after you’ve stepped out of your panties. Joel’s eyes rove over you with a quiet, fond attentiveness, and you realize he’s looking for bruises or any sign you’re in pain. 

“I’m okay,” you manage a small smile. 

“Okay,” he says, then runs a hand through his hair as if he still hasn’t quite accepted that you are. His bicep flexes as he does. The expanse of his chest is broad, dusted with dark hair. 

“I promise.” 

Finally, he nods like he believes you. “Go ahead and get in. See you shivering.” The bathroom hasn’t quite warmed up yet, and the window is drafty. Joel makes a mental note to get it resealed. 

You waist no time doing just that. A deep hum escapes you as the water meets your skin. 

From behind the curtain, you can make out the outline of Joel’s figure as he pushes his boxers down his legs. Over the sound of the running water, you can just barely hear him gathering your clothes to go put them in the hamper. 

When he joins you, there’s a gentleness to the way he lathers your body with soap. A diligence. The steam lifting around you carries the light, earthy scent of lemon balm. You let him run the bath sponge along your arms as the warm spray of the shower patters onto your back. 

When he’s done, you wrap your arms around him so the front of your bodies are pressed together. Without pause, he graces the sponge across your shoulderblades before gliding it down your back. He continues all the way down the curve of your backside. You pucker your lips against the front of his shoulder in a pert kiss. He kisses your forehead in return. 

It’s a miracle your legs have held you up thus far. If you were to let yourself go limp, a small part of you likes to believe you’d somehow float. That’s how relaxed you feel. But you have half a mind not to test the theory. The thought makes you chuckle, and Joel peeks down at you with a budding smile of his own. 

“What?” he asks lightly, but you shake your head and close your eyes. “Don’t fall asleep on me.” 

“‘M’not,” you murmur. 

Joel hums in feigned disbelief.  “That doesn’t sound very convincing.” He puts a hand on your hip in a silent request for you to turn around. 

When you do, he snakes an arm around your waist. Behind you, he’s a promise. All muscle, warmth, and wet skin. He runs the sponge over your breasts before dipping down to gently run along the undersides.

Your eyes flutter closed again, just as he presses his soft lips to the pulse beating beneath your ear. The shiver that tumbles down your spine makes you lean back into him, and he’s right there holding you up, getting you clean, weaving you so surely into the fabric of the present. 

He lets you do the same for him. Allows himself to relish the gentleness of your touch. 

Touching his forehead to yours, his voice is thick as he whispers, “Glad you’re okay.” 

The two of you stay in the shower long after you’re clean. 

Until the water runs cold. 

•••

The mattress dips as Joel crawls into his side of the bed. Per your request, candles burn on both of your nightstands, bright enough to provide a glow to see each other’s faces. His warmth is behind you before long, chest to your back as he drapes an arm over your waist. It’s a reminder that he’ll never let go. 

The room is quiet aside from your breaths and the occasional creaks of the walls. You rest a hand over Joel’s to run your thumb over his skin and along the bumps of his knuckles. 

“I’m terrible,” you say all of a sudden. Joel shifts behind you, prepared to counter even without the full context, but you continue, “I never asked about your day.”

Joel gives you a squeeze. “Probably would’ve bored you to half to death anyways.” 

A small smile buds on your face. “Half alive is better than nothing,” you say. 

A chuckle rumbles through his chest, vibrating straight into you. You’d wage wars to hear that sound. Cross oceans to reach it again. Joel feels you shake with a small laugh of your own, and it further solidifies that you’re going to be alright. 

“Let’s see,” he decides to humor you after a brief moment of silence. You turn around in his arms and touch your feet to his beneath the sheets.

“Everything went well at the stables,” he says. “Alamo's doing a lot better. Stopped by the Tipsy Bison to tell Clyde on my way home.” You can hear the tiredness in his voice, making it gruffer. 

“Aww, really?” 

Joel hums and places a hand on your hip. He draws smalls circles with his thumb. 

“He’s such a beautiful horse,” you think aloud. His coat is as black as the night. 

“I’m starting to notice a pattern,” you slip your hand beneath the hem of Joel’s shirt to splay over his side.

“What might that be?” he asks. 

“You making everything better. People, animals...” 

Joel huffs an amused breath through his nose, but doesn’t say anything. Maybe not everything, but he sure as hell knows he’ll never stop showing up. 

You scoot closer to him and allow your lips to find his amid the candlelight. Slow and steady like you’ve got forever. 

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Thank you so much for reading! All likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. I promise I see them all. 

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[slut4megantheestallion]

2AM

Duke dennis x black!reader

Summary: y/n being a streamer and being a part of a amp like her boyfriend duke, until in her stream she tries to do a cartwheel but her boyfriends pop up and starts laughing at her failed attempt, which became roasting to affectionate love.

You've been a part of amp for quite some time now. When you were younger, you always wanted to be a social media star, but people alas told you that your not gonna make it, but that didn't stop you from where you are today until you met kai, fanum, agent, Chris, duke, and Daviss and together you guys became one of the most popular YouTube group. And you love all of them like they were your own family.

Yeah, being the only girl in the group is kinda hard because there's niggas on the internet trolling, but you didn't give a fuck before they accepted you anyway, the more you got comfortable will all of them the more you loved all of them. You have a crush on Duke. You both were pretty close, and y'all both became best friends, and everyone in the group thought y'all was dating even if your fans thought y'all was dating, but it wasn't true.

You hide your feelings because you thought Duke would reject you or didn't like you until he made the first move and your relationship started from there. Y'all both were lucky to have each other, y'all would both come to each other streams, pranks, and all of that other stuff.

Your love language with him is roasting. People make it seem like y'all mean, but it ain't true both you just be joking with each other.

You were streaming playing a horror game, you was tired as fuck, but you wanted to finish playing the game.

"Bruh, chat, I'm not gonna lie,I'm tired as fuck I've been playing this game for an hour, I've been trying to stay awake for y'all." Y/n said tiredly as she picked up her water drinking it as she looked at the chat.

"Bro, somebody in the chat told me to do a cartwheel to stay awake." Y/n laughed as she pushed her chair back and stood up.

"Yo chat, I ain't gonna lowkey don't know how to do a cartwheel, like I'm being so deadass, I'm not an athletic person, hold on imma try for you guys." Y/n stands up as she pushes her chair farther away so she can have some room.

"Bro, I'm scared. What if I bust my ass!!" Y/n yelled as she looked back at the chat. Y/n raised both her hands as she placed both of them on the ground, trying to kick her legs up, but ended up falling on the ground.

"Shit, hold on chat. Let me try again, damn this shit is harder than I thought." Y/n got herself up as she tried to do another cartwheel. Y/n puts both her hands on the ground. As she tried to kick her legs up, she heard her door open.

"Aye, bae do you got my charg-" Duke was about to finish his sentence as he saw you trying to cartwheel he started busting out laughing, making you laugh as you got up.

"It's not funny, nigga. I'm trying to do a cartwheel. " y/n laughed, feeling embarrassed as Duke started laughing.

"Nah, that gotta be one of the worst cartwheels I've seen bruh, you don't know how to do a cartwheel?" Duke said, still laughing, making fun of you.

"Shut the fuck up, nigga can you do a cartwheel?" Y/n said asking him as she was huffing and puffing form those failed attempt cartwheel.

"Yes, way much better than that, bro. Imagine not lifting yourself up." Duke said, laughing at you.

"Nigga, I know you talking you pushing 40 and you was in the back of the bus with rosa parks, with yo old ass." Y/n commented as she started laughing as the people in the chat start making fun of Duke going crazy.

"Oh, so that's how you gonna do me, for real." Duke said, smiling in disbelief as you roasted him.

"Yes, imma do you like, ayo chat spam 1987 in the chat, that's the year you was born at with you old ass." Y/n started laughing as everyone in the chart started spamming 1987 in the chat.

"Yeah, I got you on mute. You were serving in ww2 with yo old ass. " You still kept roasting as you both were facing each other as Duke started smiling at the smile that you melt.

Duke wasn't listening to anything you were saying while you were still roasting him. He was looking at your lips as he grabbed your waist and started kissing you. You were caught off guard by this, but you kissed him back. You broke this kiss as he looked back at you. "You so gorgeous, bae." Duke smiled at you as was still holding you close, as he was still holding your waist. "Aww, thank you, bae. I would say something nice about you, but you were making fun of me." Y/n teased.

"Damn, that's fair, I love you y/n" Duke said, genuinely looking at you with so much love in his eyes.

"I love you too," y/n responded as she kissed him on the lips. As Duke lifted your legs up, carrying you as laughed, he was yours, and you were his.

[blackelysian]

Situationship.

Duke Dennis x Black! Fem! Reader as Makena

Word Count: 1,449

Warnings: 18+ smut, fluff, toxic relationship

Summary: Tired of this situationship between you and Duke you decide its just better to end things. Duke wants to make it right.

Makena POV

A sigh escaped my lips as I aimlessly scroll through my phone. It was now 3 am and Duke still wasn’t here yet. I sent a text to his phone for the one hundredth time.

                                                                       It's late, don't even worry about coming anymore… Sent.

No reply. Once again.

I watched his story and saw that he posted something 30 minutes ago. He was out with his friends at some party or function with some bitch grabbing his face. At that point I was fed up, annoyed and kinda hurt. I throw my phone to the side and sit up. He’s been blowing me off all night after he told me he was coming over so we could spend some time together. One stop and I'm on my way, I Love you”  was the last response I got from him. Tears streamed down my face. Not only was I mad at him I was mad at myself for even allowing my feelings to get wrapped up in whatever you wanna call this. Duke and I have been messing around for almost a year now but he never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. He helps me with my bills, buys me whatever I want, fucks me good, but there was no actual commitment. He uses the excuse of he doesn’t want to hurt me, but this hurts way worse. My thoughts were interrupted by my phone dinging, indicating I had just got a text. I hover my face over my phone revealing the message from him. 

Im outside

I layed back down on the bed ignoring his text. Next thing I know I hear my front door unlocking.

I groaned annoyingly. I need to get my key back from this nigga. I can hear his feet making their way to my bedroom before he slides my door open, stumbling in. He casually makes his way over to me leaning down to peck me on the lips but he was met with the palm of my hand.

“So you just goin walk in here late as a motherfucka and act like nothing's wrong??” She raised her voice at him.

“Come on boo don’t start that, i'm here now right? That's all that should matter'' He asks nonchalantly, going back in for another attempted kiss. I quickly jumped up and moved around him.

“You know, I don’t think I wanna do this anymore Duke..”I say looking away from him.

“Do what Makena?”

“THIS” I raise my voice again, pointing between the two of us. “This is getting old and I'm tired of sitting around waiting on you to see how good of a woman I am..tired of waiting on you to respect me! I’m done.” I snapped. 

“What do you mean you're done?”

“I'm done, We are done! And you need to give me back my key!” He chuckles at me.

“You trippin’ im not going any fucking where” He simply says, slideing his shoes off.

“Why don’t you just let me go Duke?” I questioned. “Why continue to string me along huh? You don’t want to be with me at this point so what's the point of keeping this going?”

“Makena,You know I love you. I just don't want to hurt you” He states, pulling me in front of him.

“You don’t think this hurts already?” I hold my hand up. “You know what, I just want you to go, i'll give you a minute to get whatever stuff you have here and leave my fuckin key” I turn my back to him not even giving him a chance to respond, heading for the bathroom to take a long, hot shower. I needed to clear my mind and hopefully by the time I got out that asshole would be gone for good.

Omniscient POV

After about 20 minutes, Duke enters the bathroom. He sees Makena’s naked silhouette through the foggy glass shower. He looks over to see her music softly playing from her bluetooth speaker. He quickly strips out of his clothes and slides in the steaming hot shower. The breeze runs a chill down Makena’s spine as he slides the door back closed. 

She quickly turns around. “I thought I told you to go?” She asks, rolling her eyes.

“We not done talking yet” He wraps his arms around her, bringing her body close to his.

“Duke, please don’t do this to me right now. Just let me go and leave” she says, trying to unwrap his arms from around her. He holds her tight.

“What do you want? Whatever you want I’ll give it to you. Just don’t leave me baby” 

“He can’t be serious..” She thought. But with the look on his face she knew this was far from a joke. But she couldn’t give in. What would he think of her if she just took him back so easily? Why now did he want to do the right thing? 

“It's a little too late fo-”

“Be my girlfriend?” He cuts her off, looking in her eyes with adoration.

“Wow really?” She asks sarcastically. “ Now you want to ask me? It's only because I'm telling you I'm done with you that you want to act right now” She says disgustingly, rolling my eyes and pushing him away from her. 

“Baby I'm serious!” He exclaims, grabbing her again. “I can’t lose you, whatever you want me to do I'll do it. I want to make it right, I have to make it right. Give me just one more chance and I promise we won’t have to have this conversation no more”

“I don’t know what to say Duke…” She says lowly, looking down and away from him. He drops to his knees in the oversized walk in shower, grabbing onto her waist. He places gentle kisses along her stomach trailing down to her womanhood. 

“Say yes” He says softly, placing a kiss right on top of her clit. Her breath hitches in her throat. 

“Say yes baby..” He throws her left leg over his shoulder and places a few more kisses on her wet center before completely devouring her. He made sure to take his time pleasing her. He wanted to show her that he meant what he said.

“Duke..no” She trails off, throwing her head back as he lapped her up like a thirsty dog. His thumb finds her clit drawing small circles on it. 

“Be my girlfriend baby” He says again, looking up to watch her love faces. She begins to feel her orgasm build in her stomach as she grinds down on his face. “Shit i'm almost there” She gasps. He stops immediately, getting up and turning off the shower before picking her up and walking her out the shower. 

“You don’t get to cum until you say yes.” He wraps a towel around her wet body, bending her over the sink, the two making eye contact in the mirror. She could see the lust and longing in his face. He rubs his member up and down her slick womanhood before roughly sliding into her in one swift motion. 

“Fuck” she groaned out as he starting to deliver rough,delicious strokes. 

“You goin be my girlfriend baby?” He asks yet again, brushing some of her curls out her face. Her mouth falls open but nothing comes out. He delivers a smack to her ass. “Answer me baby” He groans, going deeper bottoming out. 

“Oh shitt, Yess” She moans out blissfully.

“Say it” He says, pulling out and sitting on the side of the tub, pulling her back on him and sliding in again. He starts to work her up and down his member.

“Say it Makena” He states firmly.

“Ima be your girlfriend babyy” She blurts out.

“Yea?” He says with a smile, kissing you along the side of your face and neck as he still bounces you on him. Makena starts to throw it back on him, pulling out her best moves to show him that it doesn’t get any better than this. 

“Oh fuckk mama” He grunts, grabbing the back of her neck turning her to face him. 

“Gimme kiss” They lean into each other and give each other the sloppiest kiss ever. 

“Hmmm baby im cumming” She cries out, picking up her speed.

“Cum on your dick” His words were like a catalyst for her orgasm, which rips through her like a tornado. He finishes right behind her, pulling out and releasing on the rug. She turns to kiss him once again.

“Mm we not finished yet. I still have a lot of making up to do.” He says with a lustful grin on his face.

A/N: Makena definitely DID NOT stand on business 😭😭

[piffany666]

My new grease fire life

A swap au with jean, Duke dandy, intern and dennys

Chapter 1.

(Disclaimer: since Duke dandy has confirmed himself within the series that he is gay this intern will be exclusively male)

The back of Duke's head hit the wall he was leaning against as he groaned, he had left his lighter on his bead side.

He decided not to best himself up for it to much tho, while he did make a habit of smoking at work, it had been a chaotic couple of months so he decided it best to cut himself some slack.

If he thought about just how chaotic his life had been as of lately he gave himself a headache, how so much could happen within the span of so little time he didn't know. How he went from "back ally pot head" to "D list mafia goon" he just...didn't know.

Or at least he tried not to think about it...

His co workers where cool enough tho, listening to Bing and Boom fight on the regular provided him with enough entertainment to last a lifetime and his boss wasn't that bad either, another anomaly considering Duke's genral behaviour towards him and his son, but Bing and Boom had told him that such attitude was similar to that of a guy who used to work with them that he "ought not to mention" so that was probably why he got away with being as disrespectful as he had been, apparently the guy who bing had told Duke he "ought not to mention in front of the boss" had made off with a suitcase containing thousands of dollars worth of pokemon cards that they where planning on laundering, upon hearing this for the first time Duke couldn't bring himself to stop laughing.

But in any case, something Duke found interesting about that story was how he managed to even get a hold of that suitcase. Apparently, according to the brothers, the intern had shot the girl who had the suitcase in the hand, causing her to drop it. He and his predecessor left the scean with the suitcase, and the next thing the brothers knew, the intern was alone in the accounting office with no suitcase and no accountant.

Duke didn't know why he couldn't stop thinking about that story for a long while after he was told it, maybe it was because he felt bad because according to the boss everyone was so impressed by the interns actions that day that they where all planing on letting him in on the gangster shit Bing and Boom got to do every day but due to their accountants disappearance somone needed to handle finances leaving intern trapped in that office. Or maybe it was his curious-ness regarding that old accountant, who's name Duke couldn't muster up enough fucks to give to remember, and what could have happend between him and the intern that lead him to give up the suitcase or-

Duke suddenly heard the door to the accounting office open along with the sound of Bing and Boom's voice.

"Thanks intern, Boom get in the car. Duke, we're done here, you comin' or what?"

Duke didn't move from his position against the wall, there was no way he was doing any gangster shit without his mandatory smoke brake so he figured he'd test out what the boss was willing to put up with and take the rest of the day off.

"Nah, I'm good. Maybe I'll catch you up, but probly not"

"Oh...alright then...?" Bing was clearly sceptical but that certainly wasnt stopping Duke.

Boom also seemed concerned

"Are you sure Duke? The boss will be mad"

"Yeah I'm good big guy, besides if the boss isn't going to get mad at me for saying his son should've been swallowed by his wife he's not going to get mad at me for skipping a day's worth of work"

Duke heard a snicker coming from the open doorway of the accounting office, the intern closed the door behind them and stood outside still laughing at Duke's coment.

"Did that really happen?"

Duke wasn't sure if he was talking to him or the brothers but regardless Bing answered.

"Oh yeah you should have been there intern, the look on his face was hilarious!"

"I can imagine, wish I was there to see it..."

The look on interns had face darkened, Duke thurowed his eyebrows at this.

"Hey, come on, intern. we talked to the boss, and he said that if we find a new account, he'd group you in with us in a second!"

Bings attempt at reassurance was sweet but seemed to do nothing.

"It's cool, don't worry about it... now don't you guys have gangster shit to do?"

Intern's smirk returned, but it wasn't the same as before.

"Oh shit, yeah, you're right, Boom! Get in the car!"

"Buy intern!"

Boom waved from inside the car before it sped off.

Intern gave him a small wave before they went out of sight.

Duke just stood there a moment staring at him, he'd had a total of 4 actual conversations with him all of which where just in passing maybe now was a chance to change that?

But before he could ask intern if he had a light on him, the intern turned to him and asked:

"You want a light for that, or are you just gonna hold it?"

Taggs:

@pinkcocopuff-aqualoid (thank you for the name) @jarromir (thank you for the encouragement) @lozerboylucas (thank you for the ask post that started all this) @escapedaudios (and thank you for making these hot losers)

[esperfruit]

Another batch of Gijinkas ^^

Truro "City of Truro" West

Age: 49

Height: 188cm

Head of the famous West family and owner of the steam engine City of Truro, which he purchased due to being a rich railway entusiast and their aligning names. Truro became a nationwide icon for everything Great Western and is basically worshipped by everyone of that background such as Duck. Despite being in a very influential position, he is quite modest and laid-back, being completely unbothered when having conversations with the "common people". The Wests have a years long rivalry with the Gresleys and so everyone expected that Truro would be mortal enemies with the current head of the Gresleys, Scott but unbeknownst to everyone, the two became secret lovers.

Dennis Bulleid

Age: 21

Height: 193 cm

Norman's older fraternal twin brother and the former biggest slacker you will ever meet. Dennis never took anything serious and always only did the bare minimum, avoiding all extra form of work where he could. His lazy attitude shined a bad light on the public for the Bulleids and after an incident he caused, he and Norman were disowned by their parents. Norman, in a rage, cut ties with Dennis and left him all by his own. It served as a wake up call for Dennis and is currently working to find a path for himself and a way to make up with his family, especially Norman, who he dragged down with him.

Marion Huber

Age: 26

Height: 167 cm

A happy-go-lucky construction worker, operating a steam shovel. She is always eager to get to work and do a good job, going into them with a playful approach. She has a lot of good luck regarding findings like dinosaur bones. Marion gets easily distracted or can be quite oblivious to thinks going on around her like not realizing that Oliver Armstrong the engine driver and Oliver from the Pack were two different people or taking Bert, Rex and Mike's methaphors literal.

Sutton "Splatter" Derby and Doug "Dodge" Derby

Age: 50

Height: 183 cm

Diesel 10's personal henchmen, working for him ever since he took on his position as mafia boss. They follow all of his orders but tend to question a lot of deciasions but would not go further do to their fear of D10. They prefer to complain and gossip behind everbody's back like over the fact being called "Splodge" by their boss and are quite cowadly, yet they can still be very cruel and no atrocity goes too far for them. Unlike Arry and Bert, these two have no attachment to Diesel and actually look forward to punishing him for turning on them.

Glynn Wrightson

Age: 68 (at disappearence)

Height: 170 cm

An engineer that lived a long time ago. He helped constructing the so called coffeepot engines and assisted in the foundation of british railway. One day he disappeared without a trace in a very similar way to Hiro and was found on present day Sodor by Marion. The kind elderly man now lives on the island, working for Ulfstead Castle while he is still trying how to navigate through the modern days

Stephen Hawthorns

Age: 72 (67 at disappearence)

Height: 179 cm

Just like Hiro, Glynn, Skarloey, Rheneas and Duke, he lived a long time ago, right at the invention of steam engines to be exact, and went missing after making a name for himself. He reappeared as a pseiuo-spirit like Hiro and the others and was found by the Earl of Sodor, Sir Robert Norramby. Due to Stephen's mysterious circumstances, his true identity as a figure in British history is being kept a secret. Stephen and the Earl became good friends and decided to travel the worls together and when returning to Sodor to restore Ulfstead Castle with him as the tour guide, operating The Rocket. He found King Godred's missing crown after being trapped in an abandoned mine.

He is a jolly old man with a positive attitude and a good sense of humor. And despite not really understanding his situation, me makes the best out of it in Ulfstead with his friends the Earl, Glynn and Millie.

Millie Deceuville

Age: 34

Height: 175 cm

Millie is the personal assistant of the Earl of Sodor, who now works at Ulfstead Castle with two mysterious seniors Stephen and Glynn. She is also responsible for the two newbies Connor and Caitlin, being a guardian for the siblings. Millie never judges anyone over their appearance and quickly lectures those who do, defending the ones being judged. She bonded with Toby, who worked at Ulfstead for a few days, where he and Millie stopped buglars from stealing treasures.

[malii-the-bonehead]

Get to know me!!

Masterlist My playlist Instagram

Hello, I'm Malii (pronounced mah-ly) And yes that is my biological name. I am a 16 year old girl (she/her)(aries) who is literally OBSESSED with men and also myself. Some days I think im the sexiest woman alive and others, not so much. I am taken by the finest man in the world and im straight‼️‼️ I'm also the flirty type. Everything and anything that comes out of my mouth will either be flirtatious or sexual but I can control it when I need to. Now I'll make a list of some of my favorite things and activities I enjoy doing<3

What I love:

Adam Sandler

My bf

My favorite things:

The color red and pink

Diet coke and grape leaf rolls (so yummy)

Reading or watching movies, specifically romance or fantasy

I like video games (stardew valley, minecraft, roblox, imsg games, fortnite, resident evil, gta5, etc etc)

Music will always have a space in my heart. I listen to music multiple times everyday, pretty much 24/7 tbh.

I love going out with my friends. I'm definitely extroverted!!

I really enjoy smoking weed, ik ik call me a sinner

I'm a whore for hello kitty, Matt Sturniolo, Duke Dennis, Drew Starkey, Billie Eilish, Lil Peep, and a lot more. The list could go on for years.

For the mutuals:

I'm not new to social media so i know how people can be and I would appreciate if everyone was kind and honest here. I'm so down to make new friends and get to know new people but be warned, if you're weird or give me the wrong vibes, I will let you know. I'm not scared to shut down any friendships that make me uncomfortable. Call it selfish if you want but I will put myself first, thank you. If anyone were to act dumb or make my boyfriend feel uncomfortable or jealous, you’re immediately blocked, if he asks me to (normally he doesnt care and trusts me but keep your mouth clean and PG🙂‍↔️🩷)

If anyone has any questions or wants to get to know me, don't be shy. I don't bite (sometimes).

Also, follow my instagram!! @maliilynn

05/23/2024

[ghostfrog28]

My Greasefire Life as TikTok Sounds Pt. 2!

~~

Thad: (Snoring loudly)

Ashley: AHHHHHHH!

Ashley: Where am I?!

Denny’s: WHAT WAS THATTT?!!!

Ashley: Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I just had a nightmare.

~~

Thad: Come on, you old c*nt! We’re going on an adventure!

Denny’s: How about get fucked, mate??

Ashley: How about “you’re a w*nker”!

~~

Lexi: It’s a white flag, and you might as well start waving it right now, Denny’s!

Denny’s: The only thing I will be waving is your decapitated head on a stick in front of your weeping mother!

Ash and Thad who were nearby: …good lord.

~~

Denny’s: Yo, that shit was bussin bussin!

Ashley: Fr Fr!

Thad: (In a British accent) My lord! These fries are unequivocally fucking busting!

All 3: (Laughing)

~~

Thad to his rugby team: Guess who jealous of Denny’s?

His teammates: Ooooo

Thad: Alexis!

Everyone: (Screaming)

~~

Denny’s: Hey, just double checking you cleared your calendar for dinner tomorrow night, right? I’m dying to go to the new place like I can’t-

Thad: (Looks up dazed and confused)

Denny’s: Oh, I’m sorry! Dinner, tomorrow, me!

Thad: Yayyy!

~~

Denny’s opening a text at 3 am sent by a drunk Thad: Wow, that’s a lot of words.

Denny’s putting her phone down: Too bad I ain’t readin them.

~~

Bouncer at the VIP place: How did you get past security?! His fortress is impenetrable?!

Ash and Denny’s, thanks to Duke: Door was unlocked…

Bouncer: Son of a BITCH!

~~

Ashley: (Singing the opening tune to Come and Get Your Love) Hey!

Denny’s, who was let in by Lin: (Somewhere in the house) Hey!

Ashley: What?!

~~

Ashley: Which way to the living without a brain seminar?!

Lexi: Don’t be late!

Ash, now seeing Denny’s next to them ready to take their order: Turkey sandwich!

~~

Lexi: You said you were going on some spiritual retreat!

Thad: Namaste

Lexi: And you’re supposed to be dead!

Ashley: I got better?

~~

Ashley: What??

Denny’s: Behind you!

Ashley: (Turns around to Lexi right behind him) Oh my god!

~~

Duke, watching Denny’s and Lexi arguing: Watch them run, they will tear each other into pieces, Jesus Christ this will be fun!

~~

Denny’s to Lexi: (Mockingly) Only god can judge me! Ha, incorrect. I can, you’re a c*nt!

~~

Ashley: Everybody’s always like “Ash how’d you bag a baddie?! How’d you bag that baddie, bruh?!” I didn’t bag shit. Denny’s picked me up from my neck, and threw me over her shoulder and I’ve been on it ever since. And I ain’t got no plans of getting off anytime soon!

~~

Ashley: In the name of the Father, Son,  and Holy Ghost,

Thad: Head, shoulders, knees, and toes,

Lenna: Turn up your nose, strike that pose!

Denny’s: Hay Macarena!

~~

That’s all for this one, hope you enjoy! I’ll make a part three some time later!

[steam-beasts]

Considering nobody’s mentioned

Certain.

Characters.

I’ll ask you about them.

No.1:

Are there any more Hit Era characters,for example Dennis.

No.2:

How does Mighty Mac work?

Do they have two stomaches?

No.3:

Can the Culdee Fell engines eat from the faces on their back?

And lastly No.4:Who’s the list of Mid Sodor engines in YOUR AU.

#1

There’s Molly and Murdoch, AND Arthur. Those three are still existing AND on the island, a lot of engines just rarely see them, except James who sometimes ditches work to see Molly. Actually, now that I’m talking about Molly…she’s a quite a self-depreciative engine in my au. Always cracking a bit of humour about how ugly she looks and the stuff she pulls, thinking she doesn’t deserve to pull passengers and prefers pulling dirty trucks. Her old railway was never good to her, which is kinda the reason why she’s got those issues. Other than that, she’s an introvert, but can be optimistic when she likes.

Murdoch is still the same engine he was before. When he became a beast, he was more of a curious animal. He’s often seen around the mainline, pulling goods or just wandering around, which gives train enthusiasts the perfect chance to get up close to him to either feed or pet him.

Arthur is still at the coastal village, aiming to keep his record clean of any mishaps. He often wanders around the village or goes for a little dip in the shallow pools. He mostly eats fish, and often has his crew complaining about it.

#2

Mighty Mac is pretty much a catdog situation. No one knows if they have separate stomachs, not even them.

As for the legs, they don’t have any hind legs since they’re the same engine, sooo….they just have eight front legs.

#3

Yes! The Culdee Fell engines can very much eat from both ends. They also have stubby little tails so they don’t block their back faces too.

#4

Duke, Smudger, Freddie (it was mentioned he canonically used to work on the MSR in the TV series), Jennings, Albert, John, Tim, Gerry, Alfred, Jim and there’s also Stanley, but not the RWS Stanley. I’ve also deciding whether or not I could give Mighty Mac a MS background.

[dreamangcls]

⊹₊⟡⋆  isaac cole powell + he/him⊹₊⟡⋆ blasting flex by hmltd through their airpods is  everett finch . oh , you don’t know them ? they’re the twenty-nine year old businessperson who just went viral for having an affair with one of his dad’s clients (his dad is a celebrity divorce lawyer) . yup , the one that drives a ferrari roma spider 2024 . i hear they’re pretty efficient , but others have claimed that they’re quite materialistic . that makes sense , considering they’re often labeled as the machiavellian

full name: everett montgomery finch

nicknames: doesn't mind rett but you have to be extremely close to him to get ev privileges. feel free to have your muse call him ev without getting ev privileges tho

gender: cis man (he/him)

sexuality: gay

dob: 11th of january 1995

age: 29

zodiac sign: capricorn

occupation: pr & and social media coordinator

positive traits: observant, pragmatic, assertive and charismatic

negative traits: manipulative, headstrong, opportunistic and closed off

personality markers: entj, the achiever, true neutral evil and choleric

counterparts: shiv roy (succession), heather duke (heathers), dennis reynolds (iasip) and billy flynn (chicago)

aesthetics.

an eye roll concealed with dark sunglasses, the smell of cigarettes covered up with expensive cologne, sunlight reflecting off a freshly waxed ferrari,  a crisp button down tucked into beige pants, an instagram account that’s curated like an art exhibition

bio outline.

the son of a hollywood actress and divorce lawyer for the rich and famous everett was born into a life of glitz and glamour. on the rare occasions his mom spoke to him without a nanny or her celebrity associates present, she told him he deserved the affluent lifestyle he was born into. but she also told him to be cautious because wealth and influence was easy to lose. he lost his childhood sincerity fairly early on in his life due to his mom teaching him to be extremely aware of how he was perceived.

everett’s parents should have divorced a long time ago but they refuse to avoid being humiliated. his mom knew exactly what the tabloid headlines would be and now she knows exactly what people would sarcastically tweet (“wish patricia howard good luck divorcing a lawyer who specializes in high profile divorces-she’s going to need it!”). everett inherited their stubbornness and preoccupation with maintaining a good public image.

his main hobby growing up was acting. he loved the challenge of dissapearing into a character and making someone else's words seem authenic. but as he got older he realised he couldn't pursue acting professionally. his dad told him not to waste his intelligence on acting.his three career options were business, law or medicine.

he is one of two children and he has a complicated relationship with his sister. he loves her and always did ; that was why he decided to bear the brunt of his parents' expectations. but lying for her every time she snuck out and carrying the pressure of being the impeccably behaved golden child put a strain on their relationshipp. he still slightly resents her for making him do that for her even though it was his choice to cover for her and be the golden child.

he was too ambitious to peak in high school but he thrived in high school. he was athletic, competitive about grades and had the perfect superficial charm for high school popularity. his main regret about this time in his life in that it's when he picked up his main vice. evertt started smoking when he was sixteen because he thought it would make him look cool and help him seduce the boy he was pining after. It didn’t help and he would never admit that to anyone. he's embarassed that he started the bad habbit he can't quit because he was pathetically pining after someone.

after graduating high school evertt studied business at harvard. like a lot of harvard graduates with well connected dads everett got a job in finance he was underqualified for. but he soon discovered he hated accounting. he thought it was dull. he dreamed of having a hr job where he could interact with people and maneuver them like chess pieces. four years into the accounting jpb that was killing him everett saw that a pr firm was looking for a social media coordinator. he jumped at the chance to apply. he secured the job through a mix of his resume, charisma and name dropping. he argues that he's not a nepo baby because he doesn't work in the same industry as either of his parents and his dad hates him.

connections.

he's the worst man in the world so of course i want some antagonistic plots.

connection based off the textpost that says ,"me when i get a taste of my personality through someone else: god i can not stand them"

bestie he schemes with. think drea and eleanor from do revenge

childhood friends

unexpected friend

exes on good terms, exes on bad terms, hook ups, fwbs one night stands, a messy situationship ect ect

people he's worked with professionally somehow

neighbours

[machinesonix]

Holy shit folks Leto Atredies was not holding it together by the end there. Shortly before the Harkonnens make their move in the novel the Atredies host a dinner for some of their financial accomplices, and the dude gets sloppy. Like we gotta get a petition together to make Oscar Isaac do a script read here.

So dude's stressed. The writing is on the wall that the Harkonnens are gonna blow up his family and rescuing the crew of that spice crawler like we see in the movie has got him on high alert for saboteurs.  He starts off the shindig by pissing everyone off and giving away the customary party wash basin away to the poor. The water sellers don't like the precedent he's setting and even the serving lady is upset she's not gonna get the chance to sell second hand dirty water after the fact. There's some real tense back-and-forth because a couple of the guests keep flexing their wealth to show their host what they think of his generosity.

So Leto does what any reasonable person would do and dumps his glass out on the ground and insists everyone in attendance do the same. In one action things have gone from ‘double-layered banter’ to ‘its my party and I can force everyone to commit class warfare if I want to.’ Like I guess the subtext here is these guys are bragging about controlling the water and thus the power on Arrakis and Leto is going ‘control deez nuts,’ but for such a philanthropic dude it sure is the sort of gesture that gets the attention of Madame Guillotine. 

So then he dips from the party to go handle some statecraft and leaves Paul to host the dinner. Herbert doesn't say it, but at this point I'm pretty sure the Duke is flipping double middle fingers and making fart sounds with his mouth while making the most aggressive sort of eye contact with the bankers. These are the actions of man who is verbally insisting how not drunk he is. The point of the scene is that shit is getting bad in the Atredies household because of all the paranoia, but like imagine actual people going through these motions. Everybody's sitting awkwardly in this communal shame-puddle and then the guy who made everyone do it is like ‘Welp, that's it for me. Everybody, my fifteen year old son is king of the planet in the meantime.’ Film it. We're a couple movies in, but Dennis Villenueve if you're reading this, you and I both know what has to be done.

[naddpod-encounter-tourney]

Reborn:

Truly what can one say about Reborn?

It begins, beautifully, with Hardwon getting a real chance to meet Lydia and explain to her what she means to him as a person, even without her direct influence on his life.

We then get the reincarnation. Almost rolling a gnome. Seeing melora again, getting tattooed. "I've been a half elf ever since I met you." The hammer taking hardwon back. The wrestling match. The fact that the audio was nearly lost to the ages, but Emily was able to recover it with a years-old forum post.

Entering Hill Home. Bev stopping to buy a comic about a cleric (Emily's cleric) to give to Erlin. Finding out that Erllin and Egwene have been off on their own adventures with Red and Gunther.

Bev’s devastating truth. Erlin’s natural, yet painful, reaction. Egwene reassuring Bev. Balnor’s reaction, making sure Bev knew this happens to people, and that things can still work out.

Moonshine meeting Lucanus. “Hey mom and dad!” Hardwon tackling Denny. Denny getting polymorphed into a boot because he’s just that weak. The conversation with Meemaw. The actual introduction to Lucanus. “A man who never thought he’d have a child, holding his child.”

Talking to Martha Toegold. The fact that she knows already what happened to Bev IV. Telling Bev about the tree in the back. “A Bestiary of Devils and Archdevils by the paladin Beverly Toegold I”. “Your father has given you an instruction manual on how to beat him”.

Every single goddamn thing in between. Goddamn.

Heart of the World:

The Boobs take the Stormborn to the Court of Gods. They write letters to their loved ones and put them in the contingency cubby.

After a bit of a difficult trek, they happen upon a wall where they can hear the wishes and prayers of the citizens of Bahumia. They offer a “We are here for you” in return, and are rejuvenated by the reaction to their presence.

Once they get close, they call their berserkers. Moonshine turns them into elephants, then summons pixies to make the elephants fly. The Titans of Bahumia fly into battle Thiala on elephants. (Murph is given the chance to leave Emily over any of that bullshit if he so pleases).

The battle with Thiala begins. She brings back Galad. Hardwon does 297 freaking damage in the first turn. 1,082 total by the end of the fight. Moonshine uses cantrips where they count. Bev takes on his own fungal form, and eventually casts a bonus action revivify on Hardwon. Balnor dukes it out with some angels.

They see what the mind of Thiala wants them to experience. I cannot do the flashbacks as much justice as @misslevel , so here are those comments on them from a previous round.

Thiala takes a second form. Uses Alanis and Ulfgar to harness their energy and make things worse. Tries to actually destroy Melora’s heart, holding the world together. Moonshine uses Handy Andy to steal Erlin, he’s freed from the gem, and able to help heal everyone. Bev, Balnor, and Hardwon keep swinging.

Nearing the end and fearing things will get so much worse (Balnor and Hardwon keep going down), Moonshine casts Shapechange and turns into a Gold Dragon. She eats Thiala.

The Titans of Bahumia return their divine heart fragments to Melora, as they were just borrowing it. They give Pelor his heart back, resurrecting him. They save the last one for the Dusk Mother, and give her rule over the one hells, renaming it The Ruby Dawn.

Old Alanis, the traveler, returns, and asks Balnor if he’s ready. He says tearful goodbyes and returns to his timeline, ready to destroy the hounds and save his village. “It’s okay, Balnor. I knew like all the most powerful things in this world, I was only borrowing you.”

We move forward in time. They start finishing off Akarot. Set up the ritual to destroy the Hellfire Crown. Hardwon visits his father in Kord’s Great Hall. Bev and Erlin get to be kids.

A year later, they return to Moonstone for the Jamboreen.

Moonshine reacquaints herself with the dragon she hatched and invites him to live with her at the Crick. Hardwon asks for the same offer, and it is given quickly. They read Balnor’s letter by the fire. Our story then ends where it began, in The Hungry Trout Tavern.

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Unveiling the Real Duke Dennis: Age, Life, and Rise to Fame

Have you ever stumbled upon a YouTube video and thought, "Who is this guy, and how did he get so famous?" Well, that's probably the reaction most people have when they first encounter Duke Dennis. If you're curious about Duke Dennis's age, life, and how he became an internet sensation, you're in the right place! Buckle up as we delve into the fascinating world of Duke Dennis, an enigma wrapped in a riddle, known for his charisma, gaming prowess, and unique style.

Who is Duke Dennis?

Before we dive into Duke Dennis's age, let's get to know the man himself. Duke Dennis, whose real name is still a mystery to many, is a popular YouTuber and streamer, best known for his NBA 2K content. But that's just the tip of the iceberg. This guy is a jack of all trades, dabbling in various genres of gaming, vlogging, and even fashion. His journey from a regular gamer to a household name in the gaming community is nothing short of inspirational.

Early Life and Background

Born and raised in the United States, Duke Dennis grew up in a close-knit family. His passion for gaming started at a young age, but little did he know that it would eventually turn into a full-blown career. His early videos were a mix of gaming highlights and personal vlogs, which slowly but surely garnered attention.

A Peek Into Duke Dennis’s Childhood

Born: February 26, 1994

Hometown: Unknown (keeping it mysterious, right?)

Interests: Gaming, sports, fashion

The Rise of a Gaming Legend

Duke Dennis didn’t just wake up famous one day. His rise to stardom was a combination of hard work, consistency, and a sprinkle of good luck. His breakthrough came with his NBA 2K gameplay videos, which showcased his impressive skills and entertaining commentary. People couldn’t get enough of his unique style and personality, and soon enough, his subscriber count started skyrocketing.

Duke Dennis Age: The Big Reveal

Alright, let's address the elephant in the room – Duke Dennis’s age. Many fans are curious about how old Duke Dennis is. Born on February 26, 1994, Duke Dennis is currently 30 years old. Surprised? Well, age is just a number, and Duke Dennis proves that with his energetic and youthful presence on screen.

Why Does Duke Dennis’s Age Matter?

You might wonder why Duke Dennis’s age is such a hot topic. In the world of influencers and internet personalities, age can often be a defining factor. It helps fans relate to their favorite stars and gives a glimpse into their life stages. For Duke Dennis, being in his early thirties adds a layer of relatability, especially to his audience, who are mostly young adults navigating similar life experiences.

The Duke Dennis Persona

What makes Duke Dennis stand out in the crowded space of internet personalities? It's his authenticity, charm, and the ability to connect with his audience on a personal level. His videos are not just about gaming; they’re a blend of humor, life advice, and genuine interactions.

Gaming Genius

Duke Dennis is not your average gamer. His NBA 2K gameplay is legendary, but he doesn’t stop there. He explores various games, often sharing tips, tricks, and strategies with his audience. His ability to break down complex game mechanics into easy-to-understand nuggets of information is what sets him apart.

What Makes Duke Dennis’s Gaming Content Special?

Skill and Strategy: Duke’s gameplay is a masterclass in strategy and skill.

Engaging Commentary: His commentary is not just informative but also highly entertaining.

Diverse Content: From gameplay to tutorials and reviews, Duke covers it all.

The Fashionista

Apart from gaming, Duke Dennis has a keen sense of style. His fashion choices often make waves on social media, and he’s known for his bold and trendy outfits. This side of Duke adds another layer to his persona, making him not just a gamer but a style icon as well.

Connecting with Fans

One of the reasons Duke Dennis has such a loyal fanbase is his genuine connection with his audience. He frequently interacts with his fans through live streams, Q&A sessions, and social media. His down-to-earth nature and approachable personality make him a favorite among his followers.

Conclusion

So, there you have it – a deep dive into the life of Duke Dennis, from his age to his rise to fame. At 30 years old, Duke Dennis has made a significant impact in the world of gaming and beyond. His journey is a testament to the power of passion, hard work, and staying true to oneself. Whether you're a hardcore gamer, a fashion enthusiast, or just someone looking for some entertaining content, Duke Dennis has something for everyone. Keep an eye on this guy; he's not just a YouTuber – he's a phenomenon!

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Fantasy Guide to Royal Households and How they Work

When I say Households, I mean the entourage that follows around the royal family. The household went everywhere with them to care for their needs from the people who would empty their chamber pots to their noble companions. Most royal households are basically the same as noble ones, only on grander scale. Every royal had a household and an entourage as well as every noble at court.

Palace Personnel ~ The Commons

The commons were an intregal part of every household. They made up perhaps 80% of the work force. Royal courts were often on the road and never spent more than a few months at every palace. The court was constantly moving. Some positions were not permanent, meaning certain servants did not travel with the court because they were employed at the palace only. They would be paid by the Monarch's paymaster.

Scullion: The scullion was a relatively easy position to fill so they were often changed as the court went from palace to palace. They would be responsible for scrubbing and cleaning the servants quarters and the kitchens. They would scrub floors with lye, scour pots with sand, sweep put the fireplace and clean up after the other servants. They were the first to rise in a castle and tasked to light all the fires in the kitchens. Scullions would just be employed to the palace and serve a multitude of chambers

Laundress: The laundress was responsible for the cleaning of anything made of fabric in the household. Since they are handling unmentionables, they knew what happened behind closed bedchamber doors. They knew when the King visited the Queen or hadn't, they knew when marriages were consummated or not and they knew when the Queen and royal women were not pregnant. They often sold secrets to pad their pockets. Laundresses might be permanent staff but sometimes not.

Minstrels: The minstrel was a commoner hired to play an instrument or sing for the entertainment of the royal. A royal might staff a few at a time but they would always have one on hand. The minstrel would likely come with their masters as they travelled. The minstrel might serve the main royal household but a royal might retain their own.

Cook: The cook was one of the most important servants in the household. They would have the task of overseeing the running of the kitchens and keeping supplies in order. They would likely be on call at all times. Henry VIII's cook was often woken in the night because his royal master wanted a midnight snack. The cook was a valued member of the household and would have been highly sought after if they were a very skilled cook. They would have travelled with the joint. Cooks were apart of the greater royal household but often royals retained private cooks for their own use.

Maidservant: The maidservant cleans the castle. She would sweep the floors, scrub them, empty the chamberpots, get rid of the ashes from the fire and ready the fire for later. She would make up the bed or strip it for the laundresses. She would wash anything that needed washing including furniture and ornaments. She was likely not a travelling servant and would be strictly employed at a single palace.

Jester: The jester was the hired entertainer. Working under the master of revels, the jester had the daunting task of making the monarch and their family laugh. They would tell jokes, tell stories, cause havoc in the court for laughs and lighten the mood. The most successful jester of all time was Will Somers, jester to Henry VIII. Will broke bad news to the infamously bad tempered monarch and got away with things that would have sent others to the block. Will survived most of Henry's reign, his head intact. Jesters would be apart of the main household though each royal might have one of their own.

Positions within the Royal Household ~ Noble

Nobility were always welcomed at court. They eat at court, slept at court and were cared for by the monarch. Some nobles had to sing for their supper and most were hired as royal servants. They weren't exactly scrubbing floors and would be paid handsomely with land that would generate wealth for them

The Steward/Seneschal: This person was the head of the royal's staff. They would have the task of running the lands and servants their master or mistress. The steward served as a backup and assistant in all the tasks even representing their master or mistress when they were unavailable. Would be a high ranking noble. Each royal household would have them.

Treasurer of the Household: The treasurer was the accountant and pay master. They would be in charge of ensuring debts were settled, wages were paid and the household was running within the budget. This was a coveted position because it gave the treasurer insight into the financial situations of the royals. Such info was wroth its weight in gold. Each royal would have one.

Usher: The Gentleman Usher would be in charge of escorting guests into the royal chambers and into the royal presence. They would act as a go between their royal master/mistress and the guest often going back and forth with messages. It was just as coveted as the position of chamberlain but with less responsibilities.

Master of Horse: The Master of Horse was in charge of seeing to the horses of their master. They would oversee the grooms or the stableboy/hands who were employed at the stables to actually care for the horses. The master of horse would ensure that the stables were in order and the horses were up to parr in order to bear royalty across the kingdom. Each royal would have one but there would a main one who acted as overseer.

Master of the Wardrobe/Mistress of the Robes: These are the nobility who are employed to look after the clothes of the royal they serve. This would mainly involve a managerial position, overseeing the inventory of the royal wardrobe (a warehouse like building that housed the clothing) and placing orders for new clothes. It was a tidy job that rarely involved getting the hands dirty. Each royal would have one.

Chamberlain/Valet: The chamberlain is employed to look after the Lord's bedchamber. This was the most sought out position as they effectively were the gateway into the royal presence. Their main task was making sure their boss was comfortable and happy. Could be a well born commoner or a noble. Each royal would have one.

The Page: All royal households had pages. They would be a young noble boy about seven years old sent to their royal master. He would be in charge of tidying up after the lord, carrying messages to other servants and occupants of the castle and serving him at meals. Unlike others on the list, the page would not be paid. His experience was his payment as he would learn the running of a court and how to be courtier. Each royal would have one.

Squires: Squires were like pages though they only served the men. They would accompany their royal master to battle, look after his armour and mail, ensure that his lord's horse was saddled, caring for their master's weapons. The squire would always be a young nobleman on the cusp of becoming a knight.

Governess: The governess is a noblewoman woman employed to oversee the Monarch's children's household. She would be the first teacher a royal child would have and would oversee the nursemaids who would have care of the physical person of the child. She would be appointed when the child was four or five. Notable governesses include Katherine Swynford (wife of John of Gaunt and mother to the Beaufort line), Margaret Pole (wife of Tudor Loyal Sir Richard Pole, sister of the last York heir Edward of Warwick, daughter of George Duke of Clarence and niece to King Edward VI and Richard III), Kat Ashley, Margaret Bryan, Madame de Maintenon and Baroness Lehzen. Most unmarried Princesses retained their governesses while Princes generally outgrew their governesses after they were breeched.

Gentlemen of the Privy Chamber: They were the male companions of a King or Prince, sort of like ladies in waiting but manly. They would accompany the King or Prince everywhere they would go and shared duties with Groom of the Stool (royal toilet paper dispenser) and the Chief Gentleman of the Chamber (overseeing the staff and maintaining the chamber). They would help their master get ready, serve him at the table and organize hunting and games to keep him entertained. Gentlemen and companions where often chosen for their connections as well as their master's own opinion. Henry VIII's gentlemen included: Sir William Compton (ward of Henry VII and heir to rich lands), Sir Henry Norris (the grandson of William Norris who fought with Henry's father at Stroke and a relation to the Yorkists Lovells), Sir Anthony Denny (son of Sir Edmund Denny Baron of the Exchequer) Sir Michael Stanhope (brother in law to Edward Seymour, Duke of Somerset), Charles Brandon (ward of Henry VII and son of Tudor Loyalists)

Ladies in Waiting and Maids in Waiting or Maids of Honour: These are the female attendants to the Queen or Princess. Ladies in Waiting were married while the Maids were unmarried. They would have to attend their mistress wherever she went, help her get ready, keep her chambers in order, write letters for the Queen and maintaining her honour. They were chosen for their connections. Using Katherine of Aragon as an example, her Ladies in Waiting included: Maria de Salinas (daughter of Juan Sancriz de Salinas secretary to Isabella, Princess of Portugal and a Spanish courtier in the service to Katherine's parents, wife of Baron Willoughby de Ersby), Elizabeth Howard (the daughter of Thomas Howard, 2nd Duke of Norfolk, sister to Thomas Howard, 3rd Duke of Norfolk and wife to Thomas Boleyn, ambassador to France), Anne Hastings (daughter of William Hastings, 1st Baron Hastings, wife to George Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury and Lord Steward.), Agnes Tilney (wife to Thomas Howard, Earl of and 2nd Duke of Norfolk.), Elizabeth Scrope (wife of John de Vere, Earl of Oxford, a loyal Tudor lord), Margaret Scrope (wife of Sir Edmund de la Pole, Earl of Suffolk cousin to the King), Anne Stafford (sister of the Duke of Buckingham, married Sir George Hastings, Earl of Huntington and daughter of Henry Stafford, 2nd Duke of Buckingham (cousin to the King) and Lady Katherine Woodville (sister of King Henry VIII's grandmother and his great aunt by her marriage), Elizabeth Stafford (sister to Anne Stafford wife Robert Radcliffe, Lord Fitzwalter and Earl of Sussex around). Their connections are what got them their places and you can see why they were chosen.

Accommodation

Accommodation can be a difficult thing to sort both as a writer and a steward. You might have a palace of 200+ bedchambers in which you must house a staff of 500-/+, a varying amount of nobles, the royal family (of a varying amount) and their own households. When assigning rooms it is best to think of a Russian nesting doll. Start from the inside and work your way to the outside.

The best rooms go to the monarch, their consort and their children/siblings/parent(s). These chambers would include the bedroom, a drawing room/ common area, a privy, a closet (a small chamber that can be used for prayer or work). They would be furnished with the best cloth, the best candles and whatever furniture brought by the resident since most royal courts travelled from palace to palace. They will also have chambers for their personal servants such as ladies in waiting and grooms.

The second best set of rooms would go to the highest ranking nobles/people in the court. These rooms would be less fancy and a little smaller. These would be given to from titled nobility descending from those of Ducal rank (Dukes/Duchesses) or even members of the council such as Thomas Cromwell in Tudor times.

The next set would be considerably smaller, perhaps minus a closet or a drawing room. Given to lower nobility.

The next level of chambers would be smaller perhaps only the bedroom and a common area given to minor nobles.

The last set of rooms would be small and only hold enough room for a bedroom. Servants would have to sleep on the ground on pallets beside their masters.

Any other guests at court would have to stay at off-site locations around the palace in the city. Some nobles at houses around major palaces just in case they arrived late or were kicked out of court.