#dolos is fun and i love his design

[poppybros-jr]

Hey, guess what? It’s that time again!

SURPRISE PROPAGANDA ATTACK!

Dolos is awesome! He’s one of my bestest friends here at the tournament! Here’s a bunch of reasons I think you should vote for him!

- He’s Marx’s younger brother! I’m Marx’s younger brother too! We’re interdimensional brothers! Isn’t that cool? Can you see a resemblance between us? I can!

- His wings look really neat! And he’s got a long pointy tail! And his eyes do fun things depending on how he’s feeling!

- I think he’s like really powerful and stuff? I don’t know how powerful. I’m just an average noddy, I don’t understand this kind of thing. I wonder if all noddies where he comes from have wings and cool powers?

- He’s just really fun to be around! I love hanging out with him!

Vote for Dolos!

Dolos belongs to @nightcovefox

@kirbyoctournament

[ep2nd]

I really hope Macaria gets her own Hades game, and if not here's some of my ideas

It's like the opposite of Hades 1

Mac has long brown hair that kinda looks like Persephones hairdo pre-underworld, yellow and white based clothes, two green eyes, and oh yeah white wings, all weapons kinda float on her back. Very nice, kind, and sweet. More of Hallyday, joyous, flowers and rainbow vibe game

Mac is trapped on the mortal world, raised by Persephone, because that curse is like the opposite for her, she can't live in the underworld, lives in Persephones old farm

Trained by Chiron, taking Skelemesus(how do you spell??) Role. Also Triptolemus is here, mortal turned God by Demeter during Persephones disappearance, and Cyrene, amazing Hunter and Shepherd princess/queen turned Naiad, lover of Apollo and Ares too

Plot: The Primordal gods and Titans are awaking, aka they were all, mostly, asleep before this and will wake up and choose violence

Mainly Gaia, who's upset about the Titan things. The Olympians can't help cause they gotta deal with Typhon, so Mac gets help from minor gods and some Titans- Hebe, fun cus, Asclepius, bless his soul, Triton, nervous cus, Iris, gossip girl/hermes job, Nike, probably challenges you like Nem in Hades 2, Tyche, the IDK, Eros, seductive but is married(put shoulerd guards because of THE INCIDENT), Psyche, distant, loss vibe, but a sweetheart, Aeolus, laying down on a couch looking cloud, baby girl, Prometheus, holds tourch thats all I ask for, Themis, blindfold looking straight at you with hands on sword in the ground, stoic.... probably others, comment below

For Nyx kids this time around, basically everyone's who left, but primarily Phil(Philotes) Friendship Incarnate, the bestie who's like Hypnos, never met him though, she doesn't hang out with her other family, except Hemera! Also here, like the opposite Nyx, kinda duh Day Incarnate, also you wake Aither, Light Incarnate, same vibe as giddy Hypnos kinda. But then gets the worst Nyx kids, Oizys, Distress Incarnate, pessimism pro, Momus, Satire Incarnate, ridicules you for everything, the worse, more annoying Hypnos greeter, Dolos and Apate, Fraud and Deceit Incarnate, makes your job harder and kills you half the time, Geras, grumpy old man, anddddd Achlys, Misery Incarnate, who I make Nyx AND Erebus kid because the Chaos and Nyx kid might be too weird... also Asleep Primordal... but awakes, very much like Charon, they are best friends, enemies, and closest siblings, both taught by Erebus and hisses/growls to speak, also will kill you UNLESSS you offer her stuff, dumb enough to fight Charon... but he's also dumb enough to fight her so...

Also Erebus is here, who I like to say is all their dad because I love him, defiantly loving father who's been denied fatherhood too many times

Wake during the fight with Tartarus, who also wakes. They have beef. Fought each other and put eachother to sleep, on the day Eris was born, when the Twins were barely a year old(the order is different for reasons). Basically Erebus is gonna visist his entire family, also favors Charon because he's the first kid who he could ACTUALLY RAISE- looks at Hemera, Aither, and the Fates- let's not talk about Moros, Nemesis, Geras, Phil, Hypnos, Than, Eris, and Momus

Also others you awake- Oceanus, Pontus, Ananke, Astreaus, Uranus(maybe), Gaia, and other primordals/Titans prob, comment below for ideas

Other characters: Hippolytus, hates his dad(Theseus) loves Artemis(as in a Motherly figure/best friend, depending on how you see em) also loves his actually mom, Jason and Perseus hanging out together(congrats if ya got that reference), Atalanta, challenge you in everything and likes to berate Jason, Hippolyta, hates her Ex loves her son, Otrera, person you fight because why not?, Keto(Ceto) goddess of Sea Monsters, person you fight because I want that design, Midas, like takes Charons job for most of the game, also Pasithea, with children, help her get to Hypnos, others I don't know GIVE IDEAS

Weapons: main Scythe, because yes, at one point gets dual Swords, one is Aspect of Erebus, because yes, throwing knives, Aspect of Oizys, idk feels right, some type of spear thing, Aspect of Iris and Nike for those, whip? Aspect of Megeara because I'm funny, shields, either Aspect of Heracles or Achlys, and one for Perseus and Athena, mirror shield plus Medusa head one, Hammer/Mace, a Hypnos Ascpet it's funny guys, probably Momus too, and I don't know... that's all I got

For Romance options, I feel like Phil because she's very like Mac, Oizys for that Nemesis/Melinoe type, maybe an Iris one? She shows up in person eventually after you get her fountain, and if you wanna be REALLY funny, Meg or Than depending what ya chose for the first game

Finally, you get a big quest known as Phil's Tea Party, basically everytime you god a minor god or Nyx kid to join her Tea Party, at the end get the whole family, please, Phil loves her family despite them not loving her

AND THATS IT???

I don't know, love to hear ideas

[fated-normal-767]

I do think he’d base some of his personality / skills on Ares and Dolos since that’s one thing it knows is specifically his own - The body he’s overtaken is not their child . So i reckon he’d get into card games and . Um . Bondage ? Since writing is rather off the table we’ve established .

Oh he’s very very similar to dolos but he doesn’t like ares very much because. Well he was designed as a form of psychological torture specifically towards ares so they didn’t have the best of introductions. I do think he can scheme like ares does though. He pretends he just fucks around and finds out but he knows what he’s doing and he hates that he’s sooo smart and good at planning. But he’s basically a copy of dolos. Loves mind games and card games and having fun and chilling out.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Effective Deception

The room was dark, stale and there was a lingering stench of something, but it was comforting in a way that Draco couldn’t pinpoint.

“This is somehow your fault.”

Well, it would have been comforting if it wasn’t for Potter.

“I can barely hear the music from that God awful band the Ministry hired. Which means they can’t hear us.”

“I think you mean you,” Draco grumbled as he threw his cloak on the ground and sat on top of it.

Potter’s hands were on his hips as he turned around to glare. “And why is that, may I ask? Why am I the only one trying to get us out of this dingy closet?”

“Dingy, perhaps but this is not quite a closet.”

“I—” Potter frowned so harshly Draco wondered how anyone found him attractive. “What does that matter?”

Draco shrugged as he placed his hands behind his head and leaned back towards the wall. “Exaggerations are addictive and hide the truth.”

He could feel Potter’s stare, but he wasn’t sure he cared.

“I didn’t exactly lie.”

“Never said you did.”

The confusion in Potter’s voice caused Draco’s lips to twitch. It really had been a long time since he’d had a decent conversation.

“You are weirder than I remember.”

Draco closed his eyes as he chuckled lowly. “I promise you, I am nothing like you remember.”

The silence that followed was stilted and it was comforting in the way that he knew Potter wasn’t. “Is there a reason you are trying so hard to leave?”

“We’re stuck,” Potter said slowly, as if he thought Draco was stupid. “We are stuck inside a dingy closet inside the Ministry while everyone else is in the ballroom.”

“But we’re also away from prying eyes,” Draco countered with a slow stretch of his lips as the sound of Potter shifting could be heard.

“We’re away from the crowd, the people, the stares, the suffocating feeling of being surrounded and yet still alone.” He opened his eyes and revelled in the way that Potter’s widened.

“I—”

“That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it? When you left the room to wander the corridors? You just wanted somewhere to think, somewhere to be alone, somewhere to breathe in peace.”

Potter’s eyes searched his face before he took several steps back until they were on opposite ends.

“How do you know that, Malfoy?”

When Draco’s grin turned feral, and his teeth poked through the smile, he heard Potter pull out a wand.

“Who said I was Malfoy?”

A lazy hand and a breath of air was all it took to dispel the magic in the room. “All you wizards think alike. Wizards hold the entitlement that they are better than Muggles but never stop to think that they are beneath other things out there.”

“Other things,” Potter whispered as his hand tightened around his wand. “What do you mean?”

“Humans are so insignificant, so tiny, so microscopic compared to the real wonders around them. Or in your case, the horrors.”

Fear was something he had seen many times over and the lack of fright in Potter was unique, it was enthralling in a way. He wanted to test it, to see what it would take to break, to see what would make the fear active.

“What are you?”

“It never is ‘who’, is it? Always what. I can’t say I have feelings, but if I did, that would hurt.”

Potter raised his wand high before taking a step forward and he couldn’t help but snort. It was either brave or stupid, and he had a feeling it was a cross between the two.

“I have many names,” he continued, eyes watching Potter in amusement. “None you would know and that’s tragic. You can call me Dolos. Just know that I sought you out specifically.”

“Why?”

“Because you lie. I told you, exaggerations hide the truth and you rarely tell the truth.”

Potter’s wand went lax and so did his face. The fear that he had wanted to see didn’t happen, only confusion, and that was tedious.

“Lie? What are you on about? I’m a good person. I brought down Voldemort, I spend my free time helping others. I have always done what other people expected of me.”

Dolos stood up and snorted when Potter’s wand rose.

“I’m not denying your merits, Potter. Good people lie and being good doesn’t save you.”

When Potter said nothing and the frown deepened, he felt a twitch inside him, a sign of the host fighting back.

“The boy who lived.” The whisper carried around the room and the uneasy atmosphere rose and that was truly comforting. “That’s a lie in and of itself. You didn’t live, did you?”

“I came back.”

“You died and that drew my attention.” Each step he took towards Potter echoed loudly, far louder than normal.

“I died and that’s why you’re targeting me?”

“I target liars, Potter. You lie when you say you are fine, you lie when you say you don’t mind helping others. You lie when you say you are happy, you lie when you say you are in love. You lie every waking part of your day. When you sacrifice your own happiness for others, you lie. You tell more lies than you do the truth and that is why I am here.”

Potter moved sideways in an attempt to get away, but Dolos just followed at a slower pace.

“Lying isn’t necessarily a bad thing,” Potter said as he continued to inch away.

“No,” Dolos agreed as his nail elongated and the sound of them scratching against the wall reverberated around the room. “But lying is my thing. I created lies, I created deception, I am behind treachery. Each time you lie, no matter how mundane, I feel it. I hear it. I see it. And it’s mine.”

“What do you want?” Potter whispered, eyes closed and hands on the wall. “Why are you using Malfoy’s body?”

“This was the form that you wanted, this was the body that drew you in.”

“What?”

Potter’s eyes opened comically wide and Dolos tsked loudly in response.

“I didn’t want this, I didn’t want Malfoy.”

Dolos pursed his lips as he adopted a faux pout. “You can lie to yourself, you can lie to your friends, even your job but you can not lie to me.” He trailed a nail along Potter’s cheek and carefully nicked the skin on the downstroke.

“I deal in lies, Potter, don’t do me a disservice by insulting my intelligence.” Dolos let the drop of blood that pooled to fall into his nail. “You wanted Malfoy, you craved him but denied your emotions. You can’t stop lying even to yourself.”

“What does Malfoy have to do with this?”

“You wouldn’t have followed me if it weren’t for him. You have this fascination with Malfoy, and I know you don’t understand it. That’s okay, I do.”  

Potter jerked away when Dolos rubbed the blood into his forehead.

“Don’t worry,” Dolos whispered as he leaned forward into Potter’s space. “Malfoy is still here inside of me. I can feel what he thinks. He wants to break free, get out, save you even. He’s a fighter, did you know that?”

“Yeah,” Potter said, quietly, barely heard. “I knew that.”

Dolos’ eyes narrowed when he felt another surge from the host. “Strange. You know more than you let on and yet you still lie.”

Potter closed his eyes tightly and there was anger, but Dolos couldn’t tell if it was internal or directed at him.

“What do you want?”

“I want a lot of things,” Dolos mumbled as more surges from the host continued to affect him. “But for starters, you owe me. Every lie you told, every exaggeration you let twist the truth is mine. I demand repayment for each and every one of them.”

“Repayment, how?”

Dolos hummed as he gripped Potter’s chin in his hands. “Do you know what made it possible to take over Malfoy? How easy it was, how simple.”

“Does he lie too?”

The surges of power were getting stronger with each passing moment and he knew he didn’t have much time.

“No, hardly ever,” Dolos whispered as his free hand drew a design in the blood. “He tells the truth so bluntly and with so little care that people take his words as insults. People find him distrustful despite the truth that leaves his mouth. Interesting that your society deems those that lie as sin but look at you.”

Potter’s brows furrowed as he inhaled sharply when Dolos leaned close to breathe a spell against the design. Light poured out of the sigil and illuminated the room.

“You can’t go a single day without lying to someone and that includes yourself. The saviour of the wizarding world can’t tell the truth to save his life.”

“I—”

“And that,” Dolos continued, ignoring Harry completely. “Is the price I seek. The lies you tell are mine and I do not give you permission. Tell the truth or your life is forfeit.”

“You’re going to kill me if I lie?” Potter fought against Dolos’ hold and the fight in him was admirable if not a little sad.

“No, I’ll take your soul. If you think you’ll come back a second time, you’re wrong. Not even the Master of Death can hide from lies.”

“Master of Death? I’m not—”

“Tsk tsk. You’re off to a bad start, aren’t you?” He grinned when Potter grew confused. Baiting humans was fun and far more entertaining than he remembered.

One last whispered spell and the light grew too bright for Potter to keep his eyes open. The tether of magic was complete, and he could feel the brightness of Potter’s soul. It was a soul worth having and he couldn’t wait to have it in his collection.

“Heed my words, Wizard. You lie, and you are mine. Exaggerations become addictive until you can’t help but lie. Remember that.”

The light left with him as he abandoned the host. Another lie to find, another soul to take.

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There was only a split second between Harry opening his eyes and seeing Malfoy sway back and forth before he lunged forward in time to catch him. Low grumbling was heard as he lowered them both to the ground.

Malfoy’s eyes opened and he blinked rapidly.

“Merlin, either I’m still dreaming, or you’ve sullied your face Potter.”

Harry wiped at his forehead in the hopes that some of the blood would come off, but he was sure he looked a right mess regardless.

“What are we doing?” Malfoy asked as he sat up and shoved Harry away. “Why are we dressed up? Why are we in a dingy closet.”

“I thought it looked like a closet too,” Harry complained lowly.

“What’s going on?” Malfoy demanded as he stood up and dusted his clothes off with a wince. “Why have you kidnapped me?”

Harry snorted as he pushed himself off the floor. “I didn’t kidnap you. Nor would I want to.” He had to lean against the wall as the reality of everything that had happened hit him. Truth. No one was going to believe him, and he wasn’t sure how to explain any of it.

Lying was easy, so easy. Far simpler than telling the truth.

“Are you okay?” Malfoy asked with a tentative step closer. “You’ve got dried blood on your face and I’ve got to say, you’ve looked better. Well, sometimes.”

Harry looked up and took in Malfoy’s expression. He had always thought Malfoy was pretentious, a git, a right tool and at times an idiot; those might still be true, but he had never stopped to consider whether Malfoy was a liar.

“You tell the truth a lot, don’t you?”

Malfoy’s head jerked back slightly as his brows arched. “What’s the point of lying when the truth hurts more?”

When Harry said nothing, Malfoy stopped in front of him.

“You never answered me. Are you okay?”

Harry wanted to lie, wanted to say he was fine, more than fine but as he stared into Malfoy’s eyes and recalled Dolos’ warning, he couldn’t.

“No, I’m not, and I haven’t been okay in a long time.”

A bright light surrounded his body and Harry knew that he’d have to be like Malfoy if he was to survive.

He’d have to tell the truth, even if it hurt.

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This was the square “Demonic or Ghostly possession” for my Bad Things Happen Bingo Board that is run by @badthingshappenbingo  

I would like to thank @originalobjecttheorist for looking this over for me, much appreciated! 

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[iamrheaspeaks]

Two For One Special

A/N: This is a One-Shot for my Birthday Twin @hearteyes-for-killmonger. I tried to get this out before our day ended but alas here it is regardless. Lightly proofread/ edited as always 💋I hope you had a bomb ass day love 🤞🏾

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: There will be smut 😈

There’s something to be said about what you experience when you spend a birthday in Vegas! The only time Rhea had been to Vegas was passing through it as a child on her way to visit family in Richmond, CA during the summer. Slipping out of grasp like sand through her fingers. But finally this East Coast girl trekked it across country solo dolo to celebrate her birthday. Nothing could kill the joy of this independent adventure. Not the airport check in, the delayed boarding, the very opinioned white woman who insisted that she couldn’t possibly afford her first class ticket and was in the wrong line. Nope as far as Rhea was concerned she’s a mere few hours away from the best long weekend of her life. Those medicated gummies helped too.

Pumpkin was excited to one up her last time in Vegas. She knew which spots she liked and which she didn’t really care for. And how to avoid the multitude of people insisting she’d have more fun if high, drunk or gambling. With no offense to anyone else of course, it just wasn’t her vice. That being said Pumpkin glad to be returning to the city of sin so that the darker side of her got to come out and play. The allure of being somewhere far from home and the fact that she’d chosen to take this trip alone were a plus. The only things and people that would be influencing her energy would be of her choosing.

When Rhea reached her seat there was a woman sitting in the window seat headphones already in typing away at her phone. Rhea stole quick glances at her while loading her carry on into the overhead bin after fishing out her own headphones and old iPod touch, choosing to power down her phone for the flight. The girl had golden brown skin that rivaled hers and deep chocolate brown eyes that gave off an undertone of honey when the sunlight caught them. Her hair was natural. In a side part with the fronts flat twisted back into a high bun with flowers adorning either side. Looking at the deep purple that stained her lips Rhea felt a jolt travel through her. At that she lightly shook her head breathing out a brush of air before sitting down.  

Pumpkin was so engrossed in her phone she hadn’t realized the frame that filled the seat to her right. With no work to worry about and no distractions she had thrown herself into her writing. The woman was smaller in size but undeniably cute. High cheekbones making her smile even more prominent. Gently swaying side to side in her seat in response to whatever she was listening to as she watched all the fuss on the plane die down the closer they got to departure. Her hair was covered in a woven hat and she wore big hoop earrings with a fresh face. Pumpkin liked the happy vibe that she gave off.

A little ways into the flight is when it happened. Pumpkin had removed her headphones to give her ears a rest. Rhea had just caught the attention of a flight attendant asking for something to drink. Anticipating being carded she had her Driver’s License out already. As Rhea and the attendants’ exchange came to a close, “Oh! Happy Birthday by the way!” In unison both Rhea and Pumpkin replied ‘Thank You’ before staring bug eyed at each other. The flight attendant chuckled lowly to herself at the girls’ reaction to what just happened, letting Rhea know she’d be back with her drink shortly. The rest of the flight the two of them slowly opened up more to each other. Sharing stories the more they realized they had in common. They agreed to tag team it to the baggage claim when they landed.

Desperately waiting to see her black suitcase Rhea watched the bout of luggage circling around intently addressing Pumpkin, “It was dope to meet a birthday twin on this trip. We should totally get up and do dinner or something.” 

“Yeah sure! What hotel are you at?”

“Uh…the Palazzo. I kinda saved up and went full tourist.”

“That can’t be a coincidence.”

Rhea popped her head up to look at Pumpkin who amazingly already had her bags, “No way! You’re there too?”

Pumpkin just shook her head in response as they started on their way to the cab terminal.

Hours later Rhea and Pumpkin decided to hit the buffet in the hotel for dinner before trying to catch a show. That pulse was back the moment Rhea seen Pumpkin in her black wrap dress and heeled ankle boots. She paired it with a thin green camouflage military jacket, the same one from earlier on the plane. Must have been an east Coast thing because Rhea also was wearing a dress with a military jacket although she opted for platform heels. Reveling in the opportunity to be taller than she really was if only for a few hours. They didn’t know it yet but their night about to get very interesting.

~~~

“Hey to E!” Jordyn exclaimed a little too eagerly meaning only one thing, challenge time.

“Wassup? What you see?”

“Two birthday girls. Straight ahead.”

“Tiara and sash in matching jackets? Whatcho thinkin’?” Erik asked already licking his lips scheming.

“Bet you can’t get both of them”

“What I get when you lose nigga?”

“Shit you already got everything. You’ll get a bomb ass story out of it though.”

Chuckling deeply Erik side eyed his friend before advancing towards his targets for the night, “Challenge accepted.”

Erik was kissing Pumpkin drawing a hungry moan out of her throat, his lips curving up into a smile before he backed out the kiss. Hearing a hungry sigh come from Rhea as her tiny fingers gripped his thigh Erik switched his gaze from Pumpkin to her. Erik leaned hovering his lips by her ear “I want you to wait”, he whispered before looking her sternly and turning to kiss Pumpkin again. The whimper that came from behind him confirmed his suspensions, Rhea liked to watch. And just like Erik, Pumpkin’s figure was a plus. Even if she didn’t act on it he could see it in her. The want. That combined with the sensation of his lips on Pumpkin’s was causing his pants to tent.

Once Pumpkin pulled out of the kiss to catch her breathe he gives Pumpkin that signature smirk before he turns to Rhea again. When their lips finally collided Rhea saw stars as her eyes fell shut, suddenly glad she actually put on underwear. Before long she couldn’t take how rise in temperature anymore and started to peel out her dress with Erik and Pumpkin following closing behind. Pumpkin stood there feeling slightly exposed before the switch happened. Beckoning Rhea to come to her as Erik went and sat down to enjoy the show. Seeing Rhea totally submitting to Pumpkin’s demand Erik couldn’t wait to bend her to his will.

Their shared moans as their hands explored each other was truly a sight to see. Jordyn may have thought this was a dare but it was turning out to be the best night of Erik’s life. He was sitting in the hotel chair of Pumpkin’s hotel room when Pumpkin caught a glimpse of him slow strocking his freed erection. Commanding Rhea to stop then making her way over to Erik. “I can take care of that for you,” Pumpkin hummed replacing Erik’s hand on his throbbing member with her own before sinking to her knees and taking him into her mouth. His hips thrust up in response to her warm mouth swallowing him down. 

At first Rhea just stood where Pumpkin left her watching the scene in front of her. Her thighs being the only thing keeping her essence from dropping to the carpet below and played with her nipples struggling to keep her eyes open but being overcome by the sound of Erik and Pumpkin’s synchronized moans as she sucked him off. Feeling her mouth go dry but not wanting to interrupt the ride they were on Rhea found herself dropping to her knees, crawling over and turning on her back underneath them coming face to face with Pumpkin’s women hood. Dying for a taste.

“Fuck!” Pumpkin groaned as Rhea’s mouth suctioned around her needy bundle of nerves.

“She hungry. Let her eat” Erik smirked as he watched the dominate side slip away and Pumpkin began to come undone by the smaller woman beneath her who had a death grip on her thick thighs. Drowning in the ecstasy of it all. Had it not been for his stamina these two definitely would’ve given Erik a run for his money. Them moaning in tandem under each others and his own touch alike. Creating his favorite song of flesh and desire. This was definitely a night to remember.

As they moved into their final position it was evident that both the women he was currently bedding were on their last leg. Rhea rode Erik’s face as Pumpkin bounced beautifully up and down on his dick. Both of them gripping at his sides for balance as they made out above him swallowing each other’s moans. The bands in their bellies were tightening, threatening to snap at a moments notice.

“I-I’m”

“Gonna”

“CUM!” they both screamed as they squirted. Erik lapped at Rhea’s folds while simultaneously pounding up into Pumpkin a few more times chasing his own release.

Looking at the birthday girls totally spent passed out in the bed Erik pulled out his phone and snapped a photo before sending it to Jordyn before making his leave.

Challenge: Two for One Special complete. Pay up nigga! I’m the King!

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[etherealblasphemy]

When I Was Greatest

GUESS WHAT BOIS I MADE A PREQUEL/SEQUEL

I don’t know how but the poem at the end became me venting... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

Anywho, enough wanted a sequel to Sanders’ Sins that I made a sequel because who cares about my history paper due for finals when I have I D E A S

Once again, credit to @dreamsshadowwashere for the original idea of Dark! Pride! Roman. Also tagging @awesomeorange888 and @cute-anxious-kitten since they wanted to be tagged for the continuation!

Hope you all enjoy this slightly different take... genre... thing...

TW: some suggestive themes (Roman is the romantic side), Roman being an asshole because he’s prideful (ayy) and haughty

He gazed upon the lowly peasant bowing before him, his red eyes narrowed with disdain as he yawned, leaning on an armrest of his golden throne. “What brings you here, commoner?” he asked, distracted by the setting sun. Only a few more minutes of this absolute boredom, and then he could frolic about with the nobles, getting drunk on fizzy pink drinks that sparkled in the moonlight of the witching hour.

   The farmer tripped over his feet as he tried to rise from his bow, his straw hat falling onto the floor. The plebian paled as he rushed to pick it up, offering garbled apologies for staining the throne room with his filth. “M-m-my lord,” the commoner began. “I have c-c-c-come to m-m-make an- an appeal. Last month, m-m-my farm was t-t-taken from me, you- you see,” he stuttered. He sighed, rolling his eyes as he motioned for the farmer to hurry up. “W-well I was wondering if y-y-you could perhaps h-help deliver it back to me. My f-f-farm is the only source of income for our v-v-village-”

   “Why was the property in question removed from your care?” he asked, his eyes trained on a particularly dashing knight whose lips would surely look beautiful on his- his focus snapped back towards the commoner.

   “Y-y-you see, the g-g-guards told us it w-w-was because we had f-f-failed to p-p-pay our taxes-”

   “Well, that settles it then, doesn’t it?” he cried, crossing his legs as he slouched in his gilded throne. “I can’t help you if you can’t manage to support the kingdom! We have roads to maintain, knights to train, expenses to pay- oh, that’s a lovely rhyme! Mark that down, will you?” he ordered to a nearby guard, who quickly scrambled to find a quill and sheet of paper. “Believe me, I wish I could help, but obviously you need to sort of your priorities. The kingdom comes first. You are dismissed,” he said, leaning back with a sigh.

   The farmer began to splutter some form of debate before two guards moved in perfect unison to escort the peasant out of the palace. He finally felt the tension in his shoulder melt away as he glanced at the sun gracefully dipping below the horizon as the sky burned tangerine and lavender, twinkling stars dancing across the heavens. No longer would he have to wait about, solving problems for incompetent peasants who couldn’t tell money from corruption or capitalism if it struck them on the rear. Instead, he could have some fun.

    Without another moment to spare, he hopped off the throne, adjusting the black spire crown perched atop his head as he hurried down several hallways to his room. He could already see his outfit for tonight, just a tad bit dramatic with a sash the color of apples and a dash of wine-red lipstick to attract the wandering gazes of stultified noble boys aching to get out of the clutches of uptight parents.

    He chuckled to himself as he kicked open the door to his room. He was met with the familiar sight of theatrical taste. Pillows of crimson and silver were strewn about his massive bed set in a mahogany frame, silk sheets spilling over onto the cream-colored floor. A chandelier made of a thousand live butterflies hung above, the little transparent insects fluttering their crystal wings in time with his heart. Opening the doors to his walk-in closet, he strode in with determination, knowing exactly what look he was going for.

   “Ugh, where is it?” he mumbled under his breath as he searched for his favorite tunic. With a cry of triumph, he yanked the charcoal clothing piece from a pile of shirts. He changed out of his current attire, throwing on the jet black tunic with a flourish. He studied himself in the tall mirror, unsure what pants would complete his ensemble. He hummed discontentedly. His head was beginning to hurt from an entire afternoon spent listening to peasants complaining, and now he couldn’t decide whether he should wear the off-white or heather grey breeches. He huffed, deciding on the grey pants, and grabbed a pair of black riding boots. The only thing he’d be riding, though, would be-

   “M’lord?” a meek servant interrupted. The king growled lowly, whipping towards the trembling man.

   “What?” he snapped, yanking a sash the color of cherries out from a drawer, throwing it over his shoulder. The servant paled.

   “The gala begins soon, Your Majesty, and the nobles are requesting your presence,” they told him, their voice high and squeaky. He sighed, feeling his lips curl. “I shall leave you posthaste, m’lord,” they said before scurrying out of the closest as fast as their feet would carry them.

   “As if my unspoken presence wasn’t already hanging over the floor, watching their every move,” he laughed bitterly to himself. He focused on his make-up, fighting the bothersome feeling of ennui that clutched at him like wisps of smoke in the midmorning. Humming softly to himself, he chose a lipstick the color of plum berries and wine, already imagining it stained on pale skin, so while the imprinted kiss would surely fade, the memory of the king never would. He would make sure each and every person in his expansive lands would remember his name for centuries to come.

  With a huff of resignation, he set of for tonight’s gala, chuckling darkly to himself. He came upon the massive doors of dark oak far too soon. A guard noticed huis king and bowed deeply, alerting someone inside that His Majesty had arrived. The chatter inside fell to a hush as the king strode in, his gleaming red eyes sweeping the crowd with mirth. He smirked as the nobles competed to see which one of their sons would catch the prince’s eyes that night.

   “Well, don’t let me keep you from having a good time,” he said. The band started up again as the nobles began dancing once more, the dresses and capes all twirling around like small whirlwinds of color, the lights above shining down on the sparkling jewelry placed delicately on ladies’ bare collarbones. From the corner of his eye, he spotted the table of refreshments and turned his feet towards the sustenance.

   He picked a few strawberries drizzled in dark chocolate, biting into one that sent sweet juices dribbling from his lips. “Send my compliments to the cook, if you will,” he told the servant tending to the table, who nodded quickly and hurried off to the kitchen.

   From the shadows nearby stepped forward a handsome rogue, his black cape tenderly brushing the marble floor. The man’s yellow eyes drew him in at once. They were familiar, like a distant dream he had forgotten but could still see fragments of, yet still entirely foreign to him, like an exotic creature he had only heard about in storybooks. “I must say, I wouldn’t have been one to guess His Majesty enjoys strawberries as though they were his guilty pleasure,” the man says smooth as a snake as he approaches the entranced royal.

   The mystery stopped as the light lit up his high cheekbones and eccentric attire. Though most of the king’s court of buffoons liked wearing spinning clothes of every color of the rainbow, this man had opted for an outfit of varying shades of black and grey. His pure white charvet shirt fit his impressive physique perfectly, showing off all the right muscles, accented by tight breeches the color of the sky before a storm. His black boots hugged his calves as the yellow buckles flapped about, either unnoticed or uncared for. Bringing the attention of onlookers towards his captivating eyes was eye shadow the color of lime, darker dashes streaking across in crescent moons like scales.

   “Who might you be? Forgive me, I’m not one for learning the names of faceless nobles who pass through my court like the seasons.” The enigmatic man smiled, sharp canines peeking out from under his upper lip smeared with something that had to be whipped cream from another dessert further down the table.

   “My family passed down the designation of my grandfather, one Draven Dolos of Fallacia. My pleasure to make your acquaintance, young king,” the man called Draven said as he bowed, taking his hand and pressing a cold kiss to his knuckles. The king felt his smirk widen.

   “Can it be possible that such a charming young man is left alone by others, made to watch as they frolic about?” he teased as he outstretched a hand. Draven chuckled, his eyes narrowing like a predator closing on its prey as he took the king’s hand. “May I have the honor of dancing with ‘one Draven Dolos of Fallacia’?” he asked as he escorted the mysterious noble onto the floor, the band striking up a waltz.

   “I don’t think I have a choice, actually,” Draven replied snarkily as the king laughed, bringing the man in black closer as the dance began. Both knew the steps to it by heart, taking turns poking fun at each other as they made across the floor, back towards the door. “Am I tonight’s ‘Chosen One’, then?” he flirted as they slipped through the doors unnoticed.

   “Oh, hush,” he ordered as he ushered Draven down a labyrinth of corridors. They reached his room and the king threw open the doors with a theatrical shove. “Come here, Draven.” The man followed the order immediately, walking into the room without hesitation, unable to hide his awe as he marveled as the king’s bedroom.

   He trained his yellow eyes on the king, studying the royal. “Do you have a question, young Draven?” he asked. The man in the black cape grinned.

   “Just one, Your Majesty,” Draven replied as fire danced in his eyes. The king gestured for him to continue with his inquiry. Draven meandered forward until he was face to face with the royal, tilting his head. He bent towards him, almost as if to kiss his neck, and whispered in his ear. “How long to plan to play pretend, Pride?”

   The king stumbled back as the illusion fell with lackluster drama. He was back in his insipid room, movie posters covering the bare walls and the sheets of his small cot of a bed wrinkled as if days had gone by without changing them. Certainly not the bedroom of a king, but of an average, forgettable person you could recall the face of, but never the name.

   His red eyes threatened depravity as they met with the yellow orbs. “Well, Your Majesty? You’ve haven’t fooled yourself, have you?” He could practically smell the sarcasm dripping from Deceit’s voice.

   The eyes flickered around the room that definitely wasn’t a palace, landing on a mirror leaning against a wall. He could see the sparkle of the spires of his crown, the black spires of folly visible in the warped reflection.

   Deceit’s dark laughter drew his focus once more as he breathed deep, willing himself to calm down, to act like a king and not murder the snake right then and there. “You’re so charming, Pride, and such a good king,” he told the haughty side with a boisterous laugh. “You could certainly rule a kingdom and they’d all love you.” He clutched his head, forcing himself not to listen to the side who ruled with lies and deceit. Tiny laughs filled his head, incoherent babbles of depravity.

   As the last shreds of his illusion ebbed away to disappointment, he heard the fading sound of duplicity, cruel laughter reminding him of all of his failures. He sank to his knees, the crown falling onto his floor with an unsatisfying thump as anguished tears brimmed behind his crimson eyes.

   As he let out a depraved cry of hopelessness, he heard the lying side’s final words before leaving him to his self-inflicted self-destruction.

   “Stop fooling yourself, Pride. It will only be your downfall.”

when i was greatest

peasants would bow

before a king

and i knew the happiness

of being loved

being wanted

if the memories would only

stop making me lonely

as i recall

when i was greatest

when i was beloved

no deed needed

to sow the seeds

of a legacy

made of midnight red wine

and lace gloves upon a scepter

i am but a specter

you have forgotten

before the grim grip of death

has smiled at me

as i take my last breath

when i was greatest

the fire in my eyes

was the insecurity

and vulnerability

that never looked good on me

that i hid beneath a crown

of black ink spilled

on parchment paper

of black spires of a castle

distant in a dream

i could never grasp

without waking up

gasping for reality

to drown me

before the tears in my eyes did

when i was greatest

my fantasies

were imaginary realities

that never agreed

my mind was trapped

and i had swallowed the key

screaming until my lungs

couldn’t breathe

they all laughed at me

and hot shame became

a idiosyncrasy

the denial

you see

the anger

to be

the façade

that is me

is built

on memories

and breakdowns

and rollercoasters

of emotions

and daydreaming kings

and watching you

be happy

knowing it will

never

satisfy me

so all i do

is smile

while you forget

me

and

when i

was

greatest

Like I said, the poem somehow became me venting because finals are next week and I hate school. Welp, c’est la vie. I hope you all enjoyed this little prequel thing my mind spat out. If you want to see more of my writing, I sincerely recommend you check out my sci-fi Sanders Sides AU, “Starbound”, as I will continue to update that one on a more regular basis.