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murdermortician · 4 months ago

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The Podcasters

The podcasters are a small group of young adults who met and went to school together in Vermont. They podcast crimes, and missing cases, and even participate in research to try and solve crimes occasionally. Everything was okay until they decided to cover the intense increase in serial killers and nationwide threats that took place in the 2000s and 2010s.

To introduce them all, we'll begin with none other than Roxxy Blues, the podcast's one and only reporter. Roxxy was born in Montgomery, Alabama, and is definitely not used to the freezing winters in Vermont. She moved in the fifth grade and met Luna, who was born and raised in the general area. She interviews speakers, types out information reports, and does a lot of research on topics. She's informed, resourceful, and intelligent, albeit a little irritable and can come off as rude or unempathetic. Roxxy is an effective communicator, often thinking of her words and actions before saying or doing them. She is 22 years old during the main events of the story, and she's in college with a major in criminology and a minor in journalism.

The next podcaster would be Luna Ripley. Luna was born and raised in Vermont and has built a tolerance for the cold winters. She met Roxxy in the fifth grade and they quickly became good friends with each other. Luna is the photographer and the scripter for the podcast, generally photographing findings and planning out the script. Roxxy takes part in the job as well since she will be saying what's on the script, but it's primarily Luna's job. Luna is a survivalist, having more resilience and stamina than most. She's distrusting, respectful, and a bit grouchy at times. Don't let it fool you though, Luna can be a good friend and she's usually one to believe in staying together through hard times. She's 21 during the story's events, majoring in photography and minoring in language arts.

Zayne Repson Goth is the set designer and is in charge of the general scenery. He is a very artistic and creative person, so he isn't afraid to get into arts and crafts to make things. Zayne moved to Vermont shortly after 6th grade but had never met Roxxy or Luna until his older step-sister brought him into the podcast and let him play a role in it. He's 19 in the main story's events and unfortunately is not in college. He's a very calm, happy, and optimistic person and he usually keeps determination through hardships. He has the most spirit out of the three and keeps the sets bright while also keeping the mood on the better and more tranquil side. As the set designer, it's his job to make sure the backgrounds that the reporter sits in look presentable, change in some ways to keep it interesting, and he has to ensure that everything goes smoothly while filming or streaming.

Dahlia Goth is the step-sister to Zayne Repson Goth. She moved to Vermont in fifth grade and met Roxxy and Luna, eventually coming up with the idea for the podcast and helping with it. She is the makeup artist and generally the person to go to for a touch-up during filming. She's the primary stylist for the podcast and is in charge of making sure everyone looks professional. She is a qualified nail technician and tattoo artist. She's 23 and providing for Zayne since their parents aren't the best people. She's got extreme determination, she's intelligent, a fast thinker, and a mother hen at heart. She tends to be a bit distrusting of people at first, but she warms up once you gain her trust. She's very patient, but don't run her patience into the ground. She won't stay motherly forever if you keep giving her reasons to drop you.

#creepypasta #creepypasta oc #creepypasta art

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katyscribbles · 8 months ago

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Yesterday I started writing a letter to MGA Entertainment (toy company) to let them know I’m begging for reproductions of Bratz dolls I would like to have again.

This is what I said to them:

To whom this may have the honor of reading.

This is day one of me GROVELING and promising my money, to you dear lovely MGA employee. Please end my suffering by reproducing my favorite dolls I could never own because my mom thought that Bratz meant SLUTS in English. I told her every time it did not mean sluts but she would not believe me cuz some lady on TV said they were.

I would go to Target every weekend with my mom and STARE at the dolls and beg my mom to buy them. One day my prayers were answered for my birthday in 2004. My godmother heard my prayers and bought me Bratz Twiinz, Phoebe and Roxxi for my birthday. Phoebe's charm was a little angel and I loved her because my surname is Angel, she was like me. From then on my THIRST for more Bratz dolls was insatiable. I NEEDED MORE! I could only wait till my birthday, it was the only time my yearning could be answered by my godmother.

I then received on my next birthday Bratz Twiinz, Orianna and Valentina. Finally that year my mom bought me a Bratz for the first time, Back To School Phoebe (my fav). Later on I was gifted by my godmother my final Bratz doll, Play Sports Katia. I finally had a doll with the same name as me. She was only missing the silent "H" my name has, but she didn't need it, it was said the same way.

From then on there were only 3 Bratz dolls I have always wanted but never could receive. Wintertime Wonderland Dana, Spring Break Leah, and Back to School Cloe.

In my next letter I will go into detail on why these dolls were chosen as the objects of my attention and how over 20 years later I finally realized I had adult money I could use to buy dolls, but I will end this letter with its true purpose.

I will beg for a reproduction of Bratz Twiinz Phoebe & Roxxi, Back to School Phoebe, and Spring Break Leah.I know I can not be greedy and hope for all my dolls to be reproduced. I know you are part of a company whose purpose is to bring joy to little children and make a profit. So I have to be selective with my selfish requests.

I hope my letter reaches you again,

Sincerely Katy Angel

#Bratz #Bratz Dolls #mga entertainment #open letter #I’m being shameless at this point #I will write them another letter today #I hope they listen to my requests ;-;#lettter #day one of my letter writing to MGA

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phantasmacabre · 9 months ago

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For the character ask - how about Reeve, and Yuna?

Anything for you my bb Vinja

Reeve Tuesti

Sexuality Headcanon: Reeve is a gay man and a gay icon

Gender Headcanon: AMAB

A ship I have with said character: Tseng/Reeve, one sided Reeve/Vincent because Reeve is down bad for Vincent unfortunately Vincent is very much in love with Reilena ( @vinjaryou 's oc) and oblivious to any advanced Reeve might make towards him and thanks to @case-of-traxits Reeve/Genesis

A BROTP I have with said character: Reeve and Cid, as well as Vincent, though with Vincent it's a little different. Of course Reeve and Aerith too, since he was the one to give Elmyra the news of her death in the OG. He has a particular soft spot for Aerith, who is alive in almost every au I have.

A NOTP I have with said character: Hmmm can't really think of one? Not many hard NOTPS for Reeve here

A random headcanon: Reeve and Scarlett were married. They met in the Shinra Engineering program and Scarlett fell absolutely in love with Reeve who was still struggling with his own sexuality. Sometime during their marriage Reeve came to terms with being gay. He would have been fine with staying married to Scarlett had her personality not become so warped and sadistic, he served papers on her just before OG and their divorce was rather nasty.

General Opinion over said character: I love Reeve! One of the most interesting characters in the series and also a stone cold zaddy

Yuna

Sexuality Headcanon: Hetrosexual

Gender Headcanon: AFAB

A ship I have with said character: So I don't have many ships with Yuna and most are cross overs so I would have to say my otp for Yuna would be Yuna/Cloud and I have a massive WIP multichaper for this ship as it is one of my favorites. There's also a certain crackship that @roxxie-kun and I have that spawned from an old unfinished fic on AO3....

A BROTP I have with said character: Yuna and Lulu and Yuna and Rikku. Yuna's bond with Lulu is more older and younger sister like and I absolutely love it. My actual older sister was pregnant during my last replay of X-2 and we have a similar close bond which made that playthrough exceptionally special for me. Rikku and Yuna too because I love how Rikku's knack for getting her cousin into trouble as well as how distressed she was about losing her should she defeat Sin.

A NOTP I have with said character: Yuna/Brother, miss me with that shit

A random headcanon: I have way too many so I'll give you two. Yuna is an excellent markswoman even without the gunner dress sphere. whenever she is stressed out she goes off by herself and sets up targets for shooting practice. The other is that she was Leblanc 's maid of honor at her wedding to Nooj

General Opinion over said character: Yuna is tied with Yuffie and Sephiroth for my favorite FF character. I cannot tell you how much she means to me or how much inspiration she's given me. Her character arc is unimaginably important in my life. FFX is also my favorite game ever and in my opinion the Pinnacle of gaming. I love her so much.

#yuna #reeve #ffvii #ask game #favs #ffx #ffx2

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raincandy-u · 9 months ago

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what is your dream figure/doll(<- they are assuming you like monster high dolls or something similar) and which is the favorite of the ones you own?

god this wound up being longer than i assumed it would so

I AM A HUGE MONSTER HIGH FAN!! YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!

i have a huge wishlist when it comes to figures and dolls bc im actually a pretty avid collector of both!

when it comes to figs two that come to mind are miyuki and aoi from totono, the figs themselves arent anything impressive but the aftermarket price is sooo insane for them that i fear i'll never get to own them!

i'll also throw a special mention to this original character figure which i've been entranced by for quite a while now and just never preordered her.

on the doll side of things as typical as it is the sweet screams monster high dolls are what come to my mind immediately! i actually did not collect mh back in the day because i was in my "im too old for kid things" phase (even though i bought ever after high dolls so make it make sense...) so there are a lot of g1 dolls i have sadly missed out on!

i have also wanted a doll of roxxi from bratz since i was a child. i had the bratz babyz version of her (which sadly i no longer own) but never a proper version of her

my faves of the ones that i own is suuch a hard question >__<);;

i guess i'd throw my favorite figure to my stars bless you sakura figure, as i'd never owned or bought such an expensive and giant figure before and i am just super impressed with her every single time i see her. ccs has a lot of huge detailed figures and i'd one day love to own all of them q __q)7

another shoutout to this one labrys figure that i own! my fiance got her for me and im a sucker for a figure with a cool base and this one is just really cool

i also just recentlyish purchased a grail figure that i wanted for years which was the gloomy bear x super sonico figure. she usually goes for a lot but i was able to snag her for a decentish price!

with dolls a lot of my fave dolls that i own are ones that my fiance got me as well ^__^);; he got me a doll of sulfus from angel’s friends, ruby from trollz, and my two favorite g1 monster high characters toralei and porter (both signature dolls) all of which are just huge faves of mine!

i think if i had to throw just one name out there though it would be my kuromi pullip doll! shes another expensive buy that i made but i really love her a lot

and as a little bonus, my biggest grail magical girl item for awhile was the melody key from onegai my melody, which once again my fiance finally found for me after YEARS of searching (funnily enough they are practically everywhere now) since i own that now its changed to the kuromi phone! which ive only ever seen one listing for which was like 600 dollars, so no thanks there lmao

#theres probably a lot that are just slipping my mind atm #im a really big figure/doll/toy collector so theres a lot out there!!#i have like idk 10 figs on preorder rn… i need help lmao #anonymous #ask

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dimxndsareforever · 2 years ago

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It had been six months since Falcone and Marsha were last seen in Gotham or by anyone. After Falcone had given up his ‘power’ over his beautiful Draculina, Roxxy, at Marsha’s request. She had them move to his private and secluded villa in Italy so he could heal and they could plan their future.

Marsha had loved her time with Falcone. She tended to his wounds and made sure he was cared for. She even did something she never had done before for years. She stopped dying her hair so her natural brown hair came back. She became a little housewife but she enjoyed it because she had Carmine.

He kept the mood up with jokes and stories. Life felt good and simple. But Marsha knew deep down she wanted her old life back with him. She wanted to go back and take their rightful place as King and Queen of Gotham. She missed her money and power and diamonds. She missed being above everyone in her tower.

Marsha returned back to the villa and locked the door behind her. She took off her shades and head scarf before she talked.

“Carmine. I think it is time we returned to Gotham.” She said softly. “I want our life back, My love...”

@imperatore-falcone

#imperatore-falcone

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draggeddowntothedark · 1 year ago

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Aimos sat, his body covered in chalk markings and paints as Natalie did her work. His gaze flickered between her spellwork and Elliot and Kevin. Magic was still so foreign t him, but the Son of the Dove was afraid of nothing. Hoping beyond hope that they would be able to help save his mother, tof ree her, to get her back safe.

His bloodied knuckles cracked as he watched, staring, hungry, tired.

"So.. how is this ginna work, Miss Natalie?"

"You can just call me Natalie. You love Roxxy. See her as a mother. Known her for a long, long time. There's a powerful connection there, and connections are exactly what I need."

Natalie may have seemed like she just booped Aimos on the nose, but she was just applying a little more chalk to one of the markings.

"This spell might work on El, but we've not known Roxxy nearly as long, so I think the odds would be better with you. I don't think I could do the spell twice, at least, not quickly. It's still a die roll but... but I think I can do it."

Kevin quietly cheered and mocked waving pom poms around. "You go Nat, you're our gal!" he said.

Natalie snorted before she draped the locket over Aimos' neck. "I need you to think of just Rokshana Tepes. Just her, nothing else. Think about the best memories you have, or just a random conversation, but don't let your mind wander. I'll use the locket as a focus. We should see exactly where she is, and we'll be drawn to her location like a fly to honey. You might feel a bit of a tingle or a shock, but the magic is coming from me, so you'll be fine." Hopefully. "You ready?"

#the blackened dove #;reincarnated heroine #;leaning towards arson #;the goth vampire cliche

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omegawhiskers · 1 year ago

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The Mist

Wonderful colours that hurt

The mist originates from Japan, dating back to 1892. Great warriors would conjure up this mysterious poison from the pit of their stomach and spray at their opponents’ face, causing great damage to the eyes.

If you believe that, then you’re a mark!

The reality is, the mist originated from wrestling manager, Gary Hart’s kitchen in America when his wife accidently knocked a bottle of food colouring as she was baking cookies. This sparked the idea for Hart, “I took a little mouthwash, mixed in some green food coloring, poured it into a condom and tied it off really tight.” Wrestling is truly magic!

At the time, Hart was managing The Great Kabuki for World Class Wrestling Association (WCWA) and the idea was for Kabuki to use the green liquid as an illegal tactic. The mist would first target Fritz Von Eric during a promo segment that led to Von Eric losing sight in his eye.

The visual combined with its devastating effect would become a popular tatic associated with a small number of wrestlers from around the world.

While green in the common colour, the mist has had a few different variations on the colour spectrum and meanings.

The green mist obscures the opponents’ eyes. This was the colour I was introduced to by Tajiri.

Red would burn the eyes. Imagine rubbing a ghost pepper between your eye lids. Recently, Shinsuke Nakamura used this colour on Seth Rollins which sent him off a ladder through an announce table.

Black mists temporality blinds the opponent. Malikai Black and Julia Hart have both been using the black mist as a way to bring out the darker side of people. This is an interesting way to use the mist as a plot device.

The blue mist is meant to send you to sleep, but I’ve never seen blue mist used, neither with yellow and its paralyzing effect.

Roxxi Laveaux use the purple missed to cause memory loss. I can’t find any images or video of this in use.

Other wrestlers have used the deadly mist - most notably - The Great Muta. I won't get into his work today, but check out Askua marking out at the ending of his WWE Hall of Fame speech.

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I think we should celebrate the mist once a year by popping a condom into our mouths and spraying the liquid into people’s faces.

#the mist #japan #the von erichs #professional wrestling #wwe #wcw #halloween #mystical #ecw #tajiri #Youtube

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gleamingflower · 9 months ago

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My name is Roxxie or Juno miss <:3

“Juno, huh? I had a dear friend who’s name was Juno, and my auntie’s name is Roxxie too! Funny, isn’t it?”

“But anyways, those are darling names!! Hmm…I can’t decide on what to call ya…so how about…Jaxxie? It’s probably a little silly, but I like it! What do you think?”

#ʟᴏᴛᴛɪᴇ sᴘᴇᴀᴋs ✾#𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒷ℴ𝓍 <3 #rox <3 #𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎 : 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗

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wrestlingmgc · 4 years ago

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#Roxxy Hellz Belle #Pro Wrestler #Independent Wrestling #Little Miss Roxxy #Indy Wrestling #Women's Wrestling #Roxxy #20s #Pro Wrestling

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aagciii · 4 years ago

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THIS IS GONNA HURT! - JAMIE HAYTER vs ROXXY - EVE Free Match!

#pro wrestling #women's wrestling #jamie hayter #little miss roxxy #pro-wrestling: eve

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squaredcirclesirens · 6 years ago

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Three Contests Added to Tidal Wrestling's "Hell Hath No Fury" Lineup

Tidal Championship Wrestling is set to produce their first all-female show, which is scheduled to go down on July 22nd at the Temple of Boom in Leeds. The promotion has long announced several names expected to be apart of the event like Rhio. Thus far, three matches were announced for the show. The first sees a clash between Candyfloss and Chakara, the second is a matchup between Sierra Loxton and Violet O’Hara and lastly, Persephone teams up with Little Miss Roxxy to take on Rhia O’Reilly and Addy Starr, otherwise known collectively as “Bars & Stripes.”

Tidal Championship Wrestling presents “Hell Hath No Fury” Temple of Boom (Leeds, )

CandyFloss vs Chakara

Sierra Loxton vs Violet O’Hara

Addy Starr & Rhia O’Reilly vs Persephone & Little Miss Roxxy

Images and information via – Tidal Championship Wrestling ©

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#Addy Starr #Candyfloss #Chakara #Little Miss Roxxy #Persephone #Rhia O'Reilly #Rhio #Sierra Loxton #Tidal Championship Wrestling #Violet O'Hara #Europe #News

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shitloadsofwrestling · 7 years ago

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UK Wrestling Academy Women’s Championship: Little Miss Roxxy Vs. Jami Sparx UKWW Mayhem [July 9th, 2016]

The archetypal “girl next door” Jami Sparx takes on the ruthless Little Miss Roxxy. Wrestling fans may recognize Roxxy’s name from her prolific short career, having taken on the likes of Kimber Lee, Viper, and Bea Priestly. Not one to be intimidated by competition, Sparx attempts to prove herself, including taking some high risks that may not have paid off. Sparx, on the other hand, uses every advantage made available against her more experienced opponent , which also may not have paid off!

#little miss roxxy #jami sparx #ukww #pro wrestling #2010s #2016

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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going in blind (luke alvez/reader)

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Title: Going In Blind

Request: No

Couple: Luke Alvez with Visually Impaired Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of service/guide animals, mentions of serving in the army, brief mentions of PTSD, blind/visually impared!reader, if I missed anything or something else needs to be tagged, please message me and I will fix that!

Word Count: 2,885

Summary: Penelope sets Luke up on a blind date with one of her friends… What could possibly go wrong…?

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of my 7 fics in 7 days event! We have more firsts with this piece of work. I tried my hardest to make this be screen reader-friendly, if this has any problems with that, please let me know. This also blocks off a square on my third (i know) bingo card. It’s for the blind date square on the @cmbingo card! Thank you all so much for the love and support! Check out my masterlist!

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“Are you on tinder?” Penelope asked, looking over Luke’s shoulder. Luke was quick, jumping as he put his phone face down on his desk.

“What? No!” He looked over at his friend and colleague. He swallowed roughly, knowing that there was no way out of this one. Penelope already had the tools to find the truth. There was really no use hiding that from a woman like Penelope. Even if she wasn’t one of the best hackers he knew, Penelope would have worked it out of him no matter what.

“It looked like you were on tinder, Newbie,” she glared at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Luke looked down at his phone for a brief moment, before looking up at his friend.

“He’s definitely doing something,” Spencer chimed in, looking away from his book. “He’s been picking up his phone and looking at it every other minute. That’s not an exaggeration,” he spoke looking back down at his book. Penelope looked back down at Luke with an excited smile.

“Yes, fine, I was on Tinder. It’s been awhile since things ended with Lisa and I wanted to… put myself out there, as some would say,” Luke spoke as he gestured towards his phone, “and, tinder is a viable way of doing that,” he looked up at his friend and shrugged.

“What if I set you up on a blind date?" Penelope smiled as she looked down at her co-worker.

“I… I guess… you can do that," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn't too sure what to expect from Penelope when it came to a blind date.

“Oh sweetness! I know the perfect person!” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked back at Luke. "I'll give them your number! And then you guys can plan a date or something!" she looked down at her friend with excitement.

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"Roxy, blue or gray?" Luke looked at the German Shepard that was sitting on his bed. Roxy tilted her head to the side as she looked at her owner. Luke groaned as he looked at his pet, tossing both the shirts to his bed. He looked at the two clothing items before picking up the navy blue shirt and holding it to his chest.

“Blue might be best. Who doesn’t love blue?” he looked over at Roxxy with a smile before changing into the shirt. “Alright, Roxxy, wish me luck,” Luke whispered as he rubbed the dog’s head. With one last look at the animal, Luke left, hoping to make it there on time.

Unfortunately for him, time was not on his side and traffic ended up being his new friend. And when he did finally make it to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late. He rushed to the table, hoping they’d still be there.

“So sorry I’m late, I was trying to pick what color of shirt to wear and then traffic was a nightmare on the way here,” Luke chuckled as he sat down at the table across from them. They smiled and nodded, folding their hands over the table.

“Oh, oh it’s okay, really. I was a little nervous myself,” they laughed as they lifted a hand to their chest as they spoke. Luke looked at them and smiled. He silently prayed that this date wouldn’t crash and burn like previous dates he had been on.

But, little did he know, they were doing the same thing. They couldn’t even count how many dates they had gone on that failed harder than a teen who didn’t study for a test. They went into this date expecting it to have a bad outcome.

“Which color did you pick?” they asked like it was no big deal, like maybe he already knew the biggest, most obvious fact about them. They would have assumed that Penelope told him.

“Well, I, uh, I wore the blue shirt… I wasn’t sure which color to wear,” Luke laughed, watching as they started playing with their hands.

“So that’s what color it is,” they laughed lightly before blinking. The smile they had on their lips was very genuine. They were excited. Of course they were excited, someone was going on a date with them. And, so far so good, right?

Or, so they thought...

“I don’t… I don’t get it… Am I missing something,” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them. They had their hands resting in their lap. As a certain nervousness took over, they began pulling at their fingers, popping each knuckle.

“Did Penelope not tell you,” they nervously chuckled, blinking slowly as they shifted in their seat.

“Tell me…? Tell me what?”

“I’m blind,” they chuckled again. The silence that fell between both of them was tense. It was obvious that Luke had no clue that they were blind. Of course, they went into this blind date knowing whoever it was might not have known it was a literal blind date. It wouldn’t have been the first, or last, time Penelope left that detail out.

“Oh… Oh… I’m… I’m so sorry,” Luke muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They laughed and shook their head.

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. I knew Penelope probably didn’t tell you,” they chuckled lightly before shrugging.

“I don’t know why Penelope didn’t mention that you… you’re blind,” Luke laughed as he brought his glass to his lips. They laughed and shook their head.

“I honestly wouldn’t put it past her… Wouldn’t be the first time she’s done that to me,” they smiled, reaching their hand out to feel for their glass of water. “Well, I’m not totally blind. I can see shapes if they’re being backlit. So, like if someone was standing in front of the sun,” their smiled and nodded before bringing the glass to their lips. After taking a sip, they carefully placed the cup back on the table. “Does that make sense?” they cocked their head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah it makes sense,” Luke nodded as he looked at them, “So, I picked a pretty good spot then, huh?” he asked as he realized that he was facing away from the sun.

“Well, I was the one who picked the spot, silly,” they couldn’t help but laugh. Luke felt somewhat comforted by their laughter, laughing lightly in return. “I knew the window seat would help me in that. It’s nice having the shape of my date,” they kept laughing. In their head that made sense, but thinking back about it now, they weren’t too sure if it made sense out loud.

“How… How did you go blind? If you don’t mind me asking,” Luke asked, his voice soft as he spoke. He wasn’t too sure if it was insensitive to ask that, but he was genuinely curious. If he didn’t find out through them, he would have just asked Penelope.

“Oh, uh, yeah you can ask,” they laughed again. Luke smiled, it was clear he really liked their laughter. Part of him was happy they couldn’t see how he looked at them. But the other part of him was upset that he couldn’t share the same things he saw with them. “I went blind when I was really young. I was like 5. If it wasn’t a million dollar word that you probably didn’t understand, I’d say it. But, I basically went blind because of an illness,” they smiled and nodded.

“Wow, I… I can’t even imagine…” Luke started but let his words trail off. Of course, how would anyone ever imagine being blind at such a young age? But they’ve heard that from so many people, and not just people they went on dates with, but friends, nurses, strangers on the street, and even family. They didn’t let it bother them though.

“Yeah, the number of times I’ve heard that,” they shrugged as they reached out for their glass of water again, “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ve been blind all my life, basically. I’m like a professional at it or something,” a small snicker came from them.

“Do you have a service animal?” Luke asked, watching as they expertly placed their water back down.

“His name is Pickles,” they smiled as they dropped their head down, “He’s a Labradoodle,” they felt happiness spread through their body as they talked more about their pet. Although, he was more than just a pet, than just a dog to them. Pickles was basically their best friend and family.

“I bet your Pickles and my Roxxy would be great friends,” Luke enthused with a laugh. Their head jerked up as if they looked at him the second he mentioned having a dog.

“Is Roxy a service animal?” they asked, resting their hands on the table. Luke smiled and nodded.

“Roxy helps with my PTSS…” he supplied a proper answer when he realized they didn’t see the nod.

“Oh my goodness,” they whispered, a sudden anxiety grew in their stomach as they thought of what to say next. But, they didn’t really know what to say.

“It’s all good now. Roxy’s my best friend. I’d be lost without her,” Luke swallowed roughly before nodding again.

“When did you serve? Where did you serve?” they asked, cocking their head to their shoulder.

“Uh, several years ago now. I served as part of the 75th Rangers in Iraq… with the U.S. Army,” his words got quiet as he spoke, but they were just loud enough for them to hear. They smiled and nodded.

“Thank you for your service, Luke,” the date whispered with a soft smile, “And now you work for the FBI."

“Yep! And now I work for the FBI,” Luke laughed and nodded, “Wouldn’t trade it for anything. My team is like my family,”

“You know, that wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard somebody say that. Penelope speaks so fondly of you,” his companion smiled as they ran their hand across the tablecloth. Their shoulders relaxed as they felt the fabric beneath their fingertips. “Well, she speaks fondly of everyone she knows, so I suppose it’s hard to judge that. But, she does talk about you and your team a lot. More often than anything else. Other than Sergio, of course,” they laughed, which in turn caused Luke to laugh.

“You’re not wrong. She really does talk about everyone she meets like they’ve done no wrong,” he agreed with a soft laugh.

“Which is impressive in her line of work, because of everything she sees. But I think that’s something Penelope and I have in common. I think too good of people. I think it would be too hard to work in the FBI, though,” they wrinkled their nose. “I’ve met some pretty shitty people but not serial killers… Not that bad,” they shrugged and dropped their shoulders.

Thankfully the moment was saved when the waitress came up to the table and took Luke and his date’s order. Playing it safe, they got spaghetti with sauce and cheese. Where as Luke ordered steak with vegetables.

“That sounds yummy. Hopefully it’s as good as it sounds,” they smiled and nodded. “Sorry I was intense about talking nice about other people. I don’t know. Working for the FBI sounds like it’d be cool, but very exhausting.”

“It is… It can be mentally and emotionally draining,” Luke nodded as he leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the edge to keep himself up. “But, it makes up for itself… See people be reunited with their families… It’s worth it then,” he nodded as he thought about previous cases he worked on.

“I’d never be able to do that,” they blinked before shaking their head, “I don’t know how Penelope does it,”

“A lot of courage. She surprises me everyday,” he laughed. This time it was their turn to appreciate his laughter. Though they couldn’t exactly see his face, they could imagine what was in front of them. The happiness and love he had for a friend. Luke’s date loved that he loved his friends like they were family.

“Anyways, enough about me and my work…” Luke cleared his throat as he watched his date rest their elbows on the table. “Tell me about you. Like, uh… What kind of music do you listen to?” he raised an eyebrow.

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“You should have taken her seriously when she said blind date," Luke’s date chuckled lightly as the two of them walked down a cobblestone path. Their arm carefully rested on Luke's as they walked. Their other hand held their cane, tapping it across the ground in front of them.

"I agree, wasn't expecting it to be a literal blind date," Luke returned the chuckle, "But I had fun," he added as he looked down at his date.

"I did too. I'm kinda glad Penelope didn't tell you I'm blind," they laughed nervously. Truth be told, they were scared Luke would have ditched them. It’s happened before, what's not stopping it from happening again? They couldn't count how many times it has happened.

Luke abruptly stopped in his tracks as he looked down at his date. It caught them off guard, forcing them to turn and face him.

"What? Why'd we stop? Did something happen?" As the grip they had on his arm softened a little bit, the grip on their cane tightened. A certain fear filled their body, not sure what was happening at the moment.

"You know…” Luke started, pausing for a moment to find his words. The date pulled their hand from Luke’s arm as they turned to face him more. “I would have come whether Penelope told me you were blind or not," he continued, lifting a hand and resting it on their shoulder. They jumped slightly, not expecting the friendly gesture.

“I know… Well, actually, I don’t know. Because you wouldn’t be the first person to say that to me,” they swallowed roughly before dropping their head to the ground, “The number of failed dates I’ve gone on… Is a little embarrassing… And, the number of people who knew I was blind before the date and ditched… Is even worse,” they whispered as they stepped back away from Luke. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his date. He couldn’t figure out why someone would ditch someone as cool as them. So what if they couldn’t see as well as others, or at all? They still deserved to be treated like a normal human.

“You don’t deserve that,” he muttered as he stared at his date. They smiled and nodded, already knowing that. “And, frankly, this is the best date I’ve been on in a long time,”

“I’m glad to hear that. It was a pretty good date for me too,” they smiled, as their hand returned to his arm. “Where are we anyways?” they took a deep breath and shuffled closer to his body.

“Down the street from your apartment,” he replied, looking down the street.

“Did Penelope give you my address?” they tilted their head up to him as they spoke. Luke’s date wouldn’t put it past Penelope, honestly. They expected it.

“Yeah, she said I should pick you up. But you said you would take an Uber…” he replied with a nod, “When we left the restaurant, I parked a few blocks away from your apartment, so we could walk… And so this date wouldn’t end,” he laughed lightly. His date couldn’t stop the large smile growing on their lips, feeling their heart pitter-pattering quickly in their chest.

“You really mean that,” they stopped tapping their cane across the ground as they began trusting Luke.

“We'll have to do this again,” his date laughed as they turned to face Luke, “I had a lot of fun tonight,”

“Of course I mean that. I told you...This is the best date I’ve been on in a while,” Luke laughed as he sensed their new level of trust in him.

“I wish this night didn’t have to end,” they said with a bubbly smile. Luke enjoyed the excitement of his date and hummed in agreement. Even though they both wished the night could keep going, the two walked in a comfortable and warm silence to their apartment.

“Yes! We will. Maybe we can walk Pickles and Roxy in the park,” Luke smiled as he looked down at them.

And just as he got to the bottom step of the small staircase, he stopped for a brief moment before turning to his date. “I’ll see you later,” Luke smiled at them.

“I won’t,” the blind date smiled as they rested their hand on the railing beside them. Luke froze when he realized his verbal mistake. His mouth opening slightly as he looked up at them with shock in his eyes.

“Aw man, I totally fudged that, didn’t I?” he pointed at the date before shoving his hands in his pockets. They laughed and shook their head.

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s fine. I thought it was funny. It happens all the time, actually,” them smiled and nodded, “I better let you go. It was nice meeting you, Luke,” they grasped their cane with both their hands as they turned to face him more.

“I’ll definitely call you,”

“I’ll definitely text you,” the date grinned before turning and entering their apartment.

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Nightmarish Trip

TW// Drugs, Angst, Suggestive Mentions, Death, Alcohol Pls do not read if you're easily upset over things like this. Viewer discretion is advised.

It was a hot night out in Nevada. In the bunker, Dallas remained to himself while Roxxie and the rest of the crew were out gathering supplies. The gang knew Dallas wasn’t feeling so well and ushered him to stay put and rest. Dallas however wasn’t pleased with this outcome. He oh so desperately hated being alone… With a heart aching sigh, Dallas decided to sit up and reach under his bed. He pulled out a familiar glass object. Staring down at the pipe, Dallas pulls out a lighter. It probably wasn’t the best thing for him to do, but hey, whatever it took for him to feel less shitty, right? With a few puffs, Dallas set it down on the nightstand next to him and laid back. The demon’s eyelids grew slightly heavy as he watched the world around him spin and change. He felt a bit sick to his stomach. Probably should’ve checked what he was smoking first… He reached his hand up to try and touch the swirling objects around him. They grew bright in color and Dallas’ hand plummeted down to his side as his eyes closed. When he woke up, he was sitting outside. Things seemed strange though. The area he was in… This wasn’t Nevada. The sidewalk he sat on was paved with a reddish-gray color and the skies were more orange-red then they were a deep, dark red. That’s when Dallas realized something. This wasn’t Nevada. This was Hell. He looked down at his feet, seeing the puddle underneath them. It rippled, showing himself in a normal red flannel shirt and jeans. The golden hoop clip-on rings on his horns shimmered in the Hellish lighting. “I-I haven’t seen this shitty outfit in forever…” He mumbled. The puddle rippled more and slowly, he saw two figures behind him. Defensively, Dallas reeled around, only to find a demon with long pink hair and a pink dress, and another demon with black hair and only black jeans. The incubus blinked a few times, staring. “R-Rocks? Diesel??” The pink haired demon smiled and walked closer, putting her hand on his shoulder. “Hey, don’t sweat it. You got us, yeah?” The muscular one spoke up. “Yeah! Forget what that asshole told you. Honestly, You deserve way better than him…” “Him?” He gently took Roxxie’s hand off his shoulder. “Okay, who the fuck is him?? What are you two talking about?” Just then, Dallas was suddenly reeled back by his arms and forced against the wall, shutting his eyes from the impact.. When he opened his eyes, they grew almost as big as tennis balls at the figure before him. The man had a snake-like tail and a devilish grin. He wore a stained white tank top and ripped jeans and held a bottle of alcohol in his hand. “S...Stripes…” Dallas shook his head. No, no no no, he needed out of here. Now! Dallas tried to run, but was grabbed and pulled back. “Augh- fuck! Let go, jackass!” He kicked at him, growling loudly. “Babe…” He spoke calmly, making Dallas shut his eyes tightly. He knew what he was gonna say next. “Fuck, don’t say it. Don’t say it…” He whispered. His blood boiled for just remembering this moment. “I think maybe we should split. You just aren't what I need in my life. I need a better ma…"

Dallas went to turn and slap him, but when he did, he saw Stripes lying on the floor. A chunk of his neck was ripped off and Dallas tasted copper in his mouth and felt a hot liquid dripping down his chin. He looked down at his bloodied lips and his eyes widened as parts of his ex’s flesh were in his mouth. Dallas spat it out, wiping his lips. He felt his body seething with rage, but he couldn’t force himself to attack anymore. Dallas heard sirens similar to screams outside of the house. Everything became hazy and changed around him once more. He came to, staring at his hands. They were handcuffed together and he saw that he was in an orange jumpsuit. He heard talk all around him and looked around. He was in a filled courtroom and he noticed Roxxie and Diesel in handcuffs as well. The bangs of the gavel ringed his ears and made him flinch. “Order! Order!!” Dallas looked up at the judge. Sitting in the witness stand next to the judge was the bitten and beaten corpse of Stripe. He just stood there, staring at Dallas. “Dallas Haze…” The judge’s voice made Dallas glance up at them fearfully. “You have created some terrible crimes, but none can overcome this… Murdering a man of our satanic forces here in Styx City.” “D-Demons can’t die, jackass… He should’ve came back by now! I was framed for him goin' missin'!!” “He had been missing for months now… Who knows what you did with his corpse, you sick bastard…” “I didn’t do shit-!” “ENOUGH!” Dallas flinched as a high-piercing sound rang in the incubus’ ears. “As punishment for your sinful acts, we, the court, have found that even Hell isn’t a fitting punishment… You and your little friend group here will be shot and sent to purgatory, where you will NEVER reunite again!” He slammed his gavel and Roxxie and Diesel panicked. “Dallas!” Roxxie screamed out, trying to run. She was grabbed by the guards and was dragged back. Diesel roared and kicked, hissing and struggling as the guards had mercilessly beaten him until he was unconscious to drag back. “Diesel! Roxxie!” He ran to try and help them, but was jumped and pinned down by the other guards. With a swift, hard punch to the face, Dallas woke up in the interrogation room. Before him was a woman with candy red skin and had a bow on her head. It was Halt… But- how? She was always stuck in the same body as Sloh and Goh… She looked at him with a saddened look on her face. “Dallas… At least tell us where the body is... “ “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about! I left his ass at the house!” She shook her head. “You know that ain’t true…” “I’m not lying, dammit!” Dallas barked. “Someone else got him ‘cuz it isn’t me!” Halt’s voice echoed within the cold, dark walls. “We gave you a chance, Dallas… You ruined everything for yourself.” The lightbulb above them blew out and Dallas’ vision returned with him being forced onto the ground with his hands tied to his back. He turned around to see the face of a familiar green demon staring down at him with a shotgun pointed at him. “G-Goh!?” He struggled, trying to break free. His body then suddenly froze as he stared up at the barrel of the weapon. With a roar and distorted voice, Goh snarls. “You dug your grave…” He cocked his gun.

“N O W L A Y I N I T …!!!” With a loud shot being fired, Dallas felt something heavy hit his face. With free hands, he brushed away what had been dirt. He frantically looked around and saw that he was in a deep, open grave. “Wh… Wha- Augh-!” Trying to stand, he was thrown back down by another pile of heavy dirt. He looked up and saw Sloh staring down at him coldly with a dirt-covered shovel in their hands. It was raining and storming now… “Sloh-!” He coughed up dirt that had fallen into his mouth. “No- Nonono this can’t be it…! No-!” He moved the dirt aside and tried to crawl up, scratching at the walls around him to try and escape. “Sloh, don’t…! I don’t deserve this…! I didn’t do anything…!” Sloh looked down at him. One singular yellow eye glowed in the night as a crack of lightning flashed behind them, showing the shadows of the figure’s body. With a cold and monotone voice, they spoke. “This is your fate, Dallas… You were a dead man from the start… You…” They pointed beside his grave, staring at the two other graves he had already buried. “And your friends…” Dallas’ eyes widened at that statement. Tears streamed down his face in horror. He wanted to scream, but he had no words. He stared in shock and his dirty body shook. His body was so cold... He felt so sick… Sloh had no remorse as they shoveled more and more dirt onto him as he screamed and pleaded and desperately tried to crawl out. The dirt covered his view and he was in total darkness. He felt his heart drop and heard it beating slower and slower. Finally, the beating stopped and there was total silence…

At the end of a dark tunnel, a light showed. Dallas’ feet felt like he was walking through wet concrete. He slowly walked towards the light and he could see that the bright white light engulfed his vision. Before him, he saw a familiar figure in a white lab coat standing facing away in the distance. Dallas felt all his stress slowly fade as Jeb stood there, staring off into the distance. “H-Holy shit… J-Jeb…!” He rushed after him, reaching a hand out. “Jeb- I don’t know what’s going on… We need to get the fuck out of here!”

The demon exclaimed, getting about a few feet closer before realizing something was wrong. “Jeb? Jebediah, come on! Christoff!” Jeb’s back suddenly arched all the way back with a sickening cracking noise. His usual red eyes dripping a black substance, as was his nose and mouth. Slowly, the skin on his face melted off, revealing a red skeleton. Just like he had found him ages ago during the war. “Sh-Shit…!!” Dallas backed away, terrified. “Goddammit, get me out of here…!!” He screamed, running away from the mangled figure. His heart raced as black fire spurted out of Jeb’s mouth. Dallas ran as shadows began filling the room he was in. He hit a wall and started to pound his fists against it. “Let me out…!” They got closer.

“Let me out…!”

And closer...

“LET ME OU-…!!!” Dallas’ scream was cut off as the shadows engulfed his entire body, leaving him in darkness once again. … ... ... With a familiar voice, and deep chuckle, dread filled his mind. “͔͇͚́Y͎̘̺͇̙o͈͙̘̞u͍̮̝̪’̸̞͔͍ṛ̨̱̟̪e̡̝̩ ͎͉̩̟̯̗̗ ̵̪͎̳̗ ͏N̴̺̻̗̭̼̬̬O͖̳̫̥̹̻̮T̲͔H̦I̴̯̳̠̮̼̺N҉̭̩͓̬G̹͖̬̝̝ ̹̜̹̟͖ ͉̤̕ ̖t̼o̷̘͙ ̛m̷̜̯̘e̠̪͍̤, ̩͕̜̘͎̫D͖̱̞̥a̡̬̪ḽ̛̬̘̱̮ͅl͎̼͙̖͔͇a̱̳̠̼̺̹̙͞s̀…̩͇̹̙̫̮͜”̨̯̬͉ͅͅ Dallas shot up with a gasp. Clutching his chest, he felt his heart nearly beat out of it. He looked around frantically with a throbbing headache. He was inside of his bedroom, half dressed with only black pajama bottoms on. He panted and shut his eyes, trying to calm himself down. He slowly glanced at the glass bong on his nightstand. A loud shattering sound was heard a few seconds later as the bong made contact with the wall near the door, breaking it instantly with the sheer force of the throw. He breathed heavily, staring down at the broken glass with anger. His hands shaking at the sight as he tried to process what had just happened… He closed his eyes and felt tears slowly running down his face. His head and body throbbed with pain and stress. Dallas pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his knees. Dallas wasn’t much of a prayer, but God. He prayed that Roxxie and the gang were safe out there in the hellish lands of Nevada.

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