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[gamegem92]

(The Wolf that Runs a Pizza Joint) Chapter One

Just another day, thought Peppino.

Sure, business was at a steady pace, but it seemed like it was more… familiar day after day. Not that he was complaining, of course, but after the incident regarding the Pizza Tower, there was a natural way that these kind of days went.

He did enjoy that business, and he never wanted any kind of threats that big ever again. It did feel rather boring, but he didn’t mind most of the time. The phone rang. But who could possibly be ordering this late? “This better not be another of the Noise’s prank calls…”

It was not.

“Hello? Are you still open? I would like to place an order…”

~~~~~~~

It was just when the sun had set all the way that the delivery was finished. He had just closed up shop and was headed back to his apartment… but the usual road was blocked by a fallen tree.

“Guess I’m going through the woods…”

Peppino Spaghetti was no stranger to unfamiliar situations like this. In ascending the pizza tower alone, he went through an active war zone, faced nightmarish animatronics, got abducted by aliens, was thrown in jail temporarily, and became a ghost, knight, and a strange sticky cheese creature, for lack of a better term.

So what could stand in the way of him traversing the woods alone and making it back home after a semi successful work day? Nothing, that’s what! He trekked through the woods without so much trouble, and he was perfectly fine! He can do this, he- *snap.*

What was that?

“That was… off-putting.” He continued on his path through the woods, trying to pay no mind to what hides in the darkness. He knew he had to keep walking, no matter what he heard. Nothing would keep him away, not even… a freshly-killed deer on the ground?!

It was still warm, too. He kept walking, and he wasn’t going to stop- “Gesu Cristo!” Something bit into the deer corpse, and he knew that sound anywhere. “Best start running!” He picked up the pace, but whatever was following him was close; he could tell from the rustling in the bushes. It was getting closer…

Closer…

By now, Peppino was in a full sprint. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to get- *THUMP!* He hit a tree. The same fallen tree in his path from earlier, but now he was on the other side. Something came out of the bushes… it was…

Some kind of dog?

It was getting closer, and it was bigger than he thought. “Not a dog! NOT A DOG!” Lunging right at the Italian chef, the canine bit into his shoulder, and bit down HARD. 

“EEEEEYAEAEAOEOEOW!”

In desperation, Peppino punched at its sharp fangs, and it let go almost immediately. After one last snarl toward him, the beast ran away. Peppino was scared, but he had to get back home…

~~~~~~~

Finally, he was back at his apartment… he could get some sleep at long last. The best he could do for dinner was a few leftovers-

“…idrat onroT?”

Ah. That’s right. He wasn’t exactly alone in that apartment anymore.

After the destruction of the tower, a few of its denizens fled to the city where he lived, even meeting up with him again. Faker, or Bruno as he preferred to be called, had to bunk with him, but he didn’t think it would be for more than a week.

“Yes, I know, I’m home a little later than usual. It’s not a problem, really!” Looking at his arm in curiosity, his facsimile looked… concerned. “Otiref ies. Iuq idrom.” “I… I know… just an encounter with a wild dog.” “Osopir?” “That’s what I plan on doing after I patch it up.”

Right after applying the bandages and going through his nightly routine, he got rest at long last… 

But something was…

Off.

The bite didn’t hurt that much.

So why did the pain spread?

[mrzastudies]

One of the things I love about #OnRotation is that even though it is a book about a woman of color, that is not all the book is about. The ‘diversity’ is just people simply existing, not having to explain why they deserve to be in the same spaces.

They just are.

If you’re looking for messy relatable characters who overthink a bit too much, then this is the book for you.

The book follows Angie, a Ghanaian-American medical student; juggling life, med school, friendships, family commitments, and relationships. There are times you want to scream, “Ohh just communicate!” But that’s what makes it so relatable. You empathize with her insecurities and struggles. It feels like a coming-of-age novel more than anything else it's described to be.

On a side note, I also loved the way complex family dynamics are portrayed, it was also refreshing to learn about traditions from a culture I have no exposure to.

If you prefer audiobooks (even if you don't), I would also really recommend it! The voice artist brings Angie to life! Oh, this would be so good on screen too!

My biggest issue with the book is that it got over 😒

Very excited for what the author blesses us with next 🥺

[feverandfuss]

#onrotation in the corner #wyeoak #deafheaven #deftones #neighborlady #mono #lotom #cinemechanica #vinyl https://www.instagram.com/p/CT-gKIgvNvm/?utm_medium=tumblr

[wildloveflower]

#newmusicmonday 😎 @stevenaclark 🌴 #WhereNeonGoestoDie 🤘🏽🌊 and you couldn't get the aux cord if you were riding in my car & idk what it is but you are who you are, damn! what was i thinking? You're as crazy as before #nowplaying #np #onrotation #onrepeat #top5 #musictherapy (at 1306 Miami) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bnkjq50nXZ3/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1duhtu4xlgur1

[life-of-lisa-mejias]

Day 4 of 10: Albums that made an impact and remain in regular rotation. Post the cover. #because #icantchoosejustone #eminem #lovedhimsincedayone #oldschool #nevergetsold #remindsmeofhighschool #onrotation #rapgod #groundbreaking (at Casa De Amor)

[jcgemusicblog]

On rotation today 🎧 Amy Winehouse - Me & Mr Jones ➡️https://youtu.be/QjbsHo6bM-Q 🎼☀️ #bratislove #bratislava #slovakia #musicblog #indieblog #jcgemusicblog #blues #amywinehouse #onrotation https://www.instagram.com/p/B_EwyMBhcli/?igshid=1su6pplmuaxyd

[royabrehl]

It’s the #weekend - time to lose your head and #party :) #schweinandbadornament are back at #the212cafeandbar tonight with guest #chrisianson ( #onrotation ) He’ll be joining our #resident #djs on the #decks - we’ll be playing tunes from 7pm till the bar closes. https://www.facebook.com/events/552122338598069/?ti=icl https://www.instagram.com/p/Btqf666DP75/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1hinn6kb1stth

[pyro713]

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[shirosucc]

another concept: when yura is smol, otabek carries him around bundled in blankets like an angry cat burrito, but then yura is Bigger and so very very tall (taller than otabek) and sometimes he opens his arms like "get in loser we're going shopping" and otabek blushes in the manliest and most stoic way possible & lets yura cart him away like a bride-to-be while viktuuri take a thousand snapchats of them zooming away on yura's long legs

“otabek blushes in the manliest and most stoic way” im sobbing i love this so much my tiny smol manly boy i love him!

[darkredehmption]

Malys #Solo #OnRotation

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******

The Escalade carved up the night, a dark predator, just like those who occupied it. I’d felt almost guilty climbing into it instead of unlocking the mustang and letting her gallop down the open highway, but Butch was the pilot, and I wasn’t about to let anyone else behind the wheel just yet.

Staring out the window, I shifted in the seat. Dressed in what basically qualified as a uniform for the Black Dagger Brotherhood, I was still getting used to the all dark ensemble. The black wife beater, the dark leather coat, and holy fuck… can we talk about the leather pants? Sure, I don’t do ‘shorts’, and denim jeans were usually my choice of wardrobe, but these things were so tight I had /zero/ secrets anymore.

I was used to oggling Zsadist in them, not parading around myself. Every time I moved I felt like a cop was going to arrest me for indecent exposure.

“You guys always wear leather this tight?” I mutter, trying to adjust in the seat for what had to be the millionth time. In the driver’s seat, Butch seemed unnecessarily amused.

“You get used to it. And they wear in pretty quick. It’s the best thing for fighting out here.”

I muttered a few choice words that only had the Cop grinning a little wider. As he pulled up, I reluctantly followed suit in climbing out of the car. The cold air caressed every inch of me, and it felt doubly close with how tight these damn pants were.

My shit kickers ate up the pavement as we moved in sync together, leaving the car behind to venture down a side alley and into the grittier streets of Caldwell. I fought the impulse to stick my hands in my coat pockets, preferring them out and ready to use if we came across the enemy.

“So, missing the hunting life yet?”

I glanced sideways at my rotation partner. Butch didn’t look at me, his head instead on a swivel as he took in the night and breathed in the air, trying to find the Lessers before they found us.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t out looking like something from Magic Mike every night,” I grumbled, shaking my head, “but I there’s a level of ease to this that there wasn’t with hunting.”

“Ease?” Butch scoffed, looking surpremely unimpressed at my low level summation. “You think this is easy?”

“I think that when I ‘know’ what I’m hunting for, it certainly lowers the struggle factor,” I reply calmly, shrugging. “When you make an assumption about a death or a series of events that it ‘might’ be supernatural, you then gotta get there and figure out what ‘kind’ of thing it could be. There are levels to that shit, due diligence and whatever. But with this?”

I waved a hand at the alley, the street, the broken overhead lights and faint, echoing sounds of a car backfiring.

“I have to fight things that are strong, are basically like demons, and smell like the most heinous shit on earth. Honestly? Pretty fuckin’ easy to identify and deal with after the guessing games I’ve been used to playing,” I declare.

And of course, Butch didn’t really have a lot to say to that. He looked over at me with a ‘well… when you put it like that’ expression, and I grinned.

Then the wind shifted.

I almost gagged. My nose wrinkled as I turned on my heel, moving toward the mouth of the alley without giving it much thought. Butch matched my stride, all the training coming in handy right now as we approached in shadow and paused to get our bearings.

The two lessers were halfway down the next block, dark clothing offsetting their fading hair and features. At a glance these ones weren’t the same measure of ‘careless criminals’ like the last batch I’d dropped in on; these ones carried themselves differently. You could always tell who the real threats in a game were by the way they moved - predators always struggled to look like prey.

“So, next question, how do I get them from there, to here?” I muttered, eyes narrowing as I did a perfunctory sweep of the street either side. It was late, quiet and cold; the only other people or things out this late weren’t going to be the innocent, hard working average joe blows, if you know what I mean.

“I never did ask,” Butch replied softly, unsheathing one of his black daggers. “Can you fight with your wings out too?”

I shrugged, judging the distance and straightening up with a deep breath.

“Sure. We can do that in the gym next time. I’m gonna go get them.”

Butch froze.

“I beg your pardon?”

“Unless you wanna engage them in the middle of the street, we need them down the alley,” I explained, shucking my jacket, then the leather harness that holstered daggers and a gun. Butch looked like he was going to have a coronary as he leant in to grab my hand and hold me in place, hissing.

“And that translates into you stripping ‘how’?”

I glanced down. In a black wife beater and leather pants, I looked like I was coming from some sort of rave party. All I had to do was play it up.

“Will you trust me? Just…” I brushed his hand off and set my jacket further down the alley, my harness on top, blades out and ready to be snatched up. “I’m going to get them down here, and as soon as they’re in the alley, unleash hell. You take one, I’ll take the other.”

“I don’t like this.”

“You’ve made that real clear, but think about it,” I murmured, peering back out to make sure they hadn’t moved. “If they get too close I can always take off, right?”

Butch made a series of sounds that were suspiciously similar to ‘duck’ and ‘hunt’. I grinned a little wider, bracing myself to walk out.

“Here I was thinking that being only half angel would make you more tolerable than Lassiter…”

I had to fight not to laugh as I emerged from the alley, keeping my head down and wrapping my arms around myself like I was cold. In reality, the adrenaline surging through my system was definitely keeping the cold at bay. Making my way down the street, the pair didn’t glance at me until I was a few meters out. Not ideal. But I glanced up as they did, and purposefully froze.

They watched me, eyes narrowing, and as I took a deliberate inhale, I let my eyes widen, my arms dropping as I took a panicked step back. They twigged. As they took a step toward me I hissed, baring my teeth and fangs, then turned and bolted. I heard the thunder of their pursuit as I beelined it for the alley.

As I burst through the mouth they were half a second behind me, the pair faster, stronger, than even their faded hair led me to believe. But Butch was there. He let the first one pass, then reached out from the shadows to clothesline the second. I reached my daggers a second before the Lesser reached me. It slammed into me as my hand closed around the hilt, and down we went.

I let the momentum drive us into a roll, more concerned about what nasty shit was in this alley, going on my back, then the Lesser that tried to shank me. As we came out of the roll I pushed him off, but like I said, these two weren’t newbies. He recovered as fast as I did, the pair of us coming up to engage in a flurry of hand movements. Butch was having the same kind of fun.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the Brother evading the Lessers aggressive haymakers, a blade clutched in his fist that kept angling for the Brothers head. Then I was too distracted by my Lesser nicking my arm as I danced back. I didn’t even feel the lick of fire up my arm, laughing instead and throwing the omega spawn for a dizzy as he paused, surprised.

I used the moment. I lunged forward, feeling the blade again against my side as I pushed through his guard to drive my blade under his ribs and up.

POP.

Light burst in front of me as the thing disappeared, its blade clattering to the pavement as I whirled. Butch wasn’t far behind, sweeping the legs out from under his and driving his blade straight through it’s throat, severing the spine. It went limp, black blood gurgling around the blade as its head twitched to and fro.

“That’s fucked up,” I muttered, shaking my head as I wiped my own blade off on the leathers and reached for my harness.

“You hurt?” Butch panted.

“Couple of nicks. Nothing major. I’ve had worse papercuts,” I joked, slinging my jacket back around my shoulders and grinning as I walked over. Besides, a little time in the sun in the morning and it’d be like it never happened. “You finishing that one or…?”

Butch grimaced, sheathing his dagger as he looked the Lesser over.

“This one was strong. I think I need to deal with the problem. Thing is, you good to drive us back? Once I inhale this fucker I’m gonna need to head back to V.”

Oh right. The Dhestroyer thing. Hey, these things smelled so rancid that if Butch could actually inhale their essence? More power to him. The idea made me wanna upchuck.

“I can drive,” I agree, folding my arms. “You do whatever you wanna do, n’ I’ll be here. Push comes to shove I’ll fly your ass home,” I add, wondering how Zsadist might feel about that.

Then there was the fact I was coming back a little… bloody. The male was going to growl at me, I just knew it.

Watching Butch drop to one knee and wrench his blade out of the demon spawn’s throat, I felt a new level of fascination as I witnessed the male inhale the Lesser, winking it out of all existence. It was now even beyond the Omega’s reach, a little bit more of his power gone from the world.

Sweeeeeeet.

Helping the male back to the car, I slid into the driver’s seat and missed my own baby all over again. If this was gonna be a regular thing, we were /so/ taking my car next time. The Escalade was just too much ‘gangster’ for this angel.

Butch weakly flipped me off as I said as much.

#EndSolo #OnRotation

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Mongo Santamaría - Saoco (1971) #breakoftheday #percussion #descargalatina #digging #recordcollection #recordcover #vynilcollection #onrotation #brokenbeat #drumbeat #salsadura https://www.instagram.com/p/CASYe4Gja3T/?igshid=1iwu7pjd18c89

[influencethemasses]

Since a new Pregame is out, that means a new mixtape is out as well 👀 Enjoy some good vibes from some of the hottest artists of 2017 🎉(Episode + Mixtape in Bio ⬆️⬆️⬆️) #thepregame #podcast #mixtape #nowplaying #linkinbio #spotify #tidal #itunespodcast #onrotation (at Brooklyn, New York)

[rodking305]

#OnRotation #BigKRIT @bigkrit #4evaIsAMightyLongTime #LetsGo