#raath

[tricitymonsters]

Raath: I could kill you right now if I wanted.

Mc with depression: I already tried so I'm one step ahead of you, you ain't special.

Raath: .... Babe, you good??

Okay yeah Raath needs a recovering depressive partner I laughed at this SO HARD

"1 minor inconvenience almost got me yesterday, you need to work harder if you wanna stand out."

[erubadhriell]

All my BG3 characters

Kassim - Drow / Warlock / Paladin / Charlatan (Main)

Phaere - Drow / Sorceress / Warlock / Durge

Balder - Half-orc / Monk / Rogue / Durge

Raath - Githyanki / Cleric / Wizard / Acolyte

Yvella - Wood elf / Ranger / Rogue /Outlander

Acheron - Tiefling / Bard / Criminal

Cillian - Drow / Warrior / Wizard / Sage

[gannex]

Nadia Raaths

Playing God, 2021

[grugzone]

<- he is gripped by dragon age once again

[thefruitloop-chan]

Ni'me and Olsan

The youngest of the Demon Generals. They specialized on espionage and infiltrating enemy territories.

Ni'me's ability to pass through any objects and manipulate matter while Olsan's ability is to shapeshift to anyone or anything or monster. However they don't have any combat ability aside from Ni'me can do sneak attacks to take any vital organs and create a vacuum of space around the target.

They are the weakest of the Generals but Hait keeps them in arm's length due to them being useful and also have the high risk of betrayal due to them being Loyal to Raath (the previous leader of the Generals and their older sibling a.k.a First)

[beelze-bruh]

The Escratu are a sophont species discovered on the planet Raath in the year 3864. These five eyed arthropod-like people are descended from carnivorous creatures whose mouthparts fused together into a more traditional vertically opening jaw structure that allowed for a stronger bite force. Their species was once very industrious for a time, building elaborate machinery and attempting to colonize their solar system, fueled by the work of robotics. This backfired horrendously when these robots were programmed with advanced computing, giving them intelligence with none of the empathetic abilities or moral codes instilled by the process of growing from a newborn to an adult, leading them to devise their own schemes for more efficient interplanetary colonization at the cost of Escrat lives. This led to a war between the Escratu and their own intelligent machines, one which came close to wiping out their species. The Escratu developed a highly powerful weapon that was able to create focused electro magnetic pulses, capable of disabling huge swathes of machines from an incredible distance with ease. This eventually won the war, but the Escratu civilization was a shadow of its former self. Rebuilding would take centuries with the countless lives and the amount of recorded knowledge lost in the conflict. Some Escratu took on this work, even continuing research into robotics, but the vast majority took to living simpler lives among the ruins of their world, many even embracing a more actively primitivist tribal lifestyle. By the time the Ecosystem arrived, this had become the norm to the point that the majority of Escratu initially had no interest in trading for the advanced technology that the Ecosystem had to offer, only eventually being swayed into joining the collective after agreements were made to provide Raath with the advanced medical resources at its disposal. The looming threat of another potentially catastrophic war was certainly an influential deciding factor as well. Escratu tend to take great pride in their surviving history and traditions, which some Ecosystem residents view as pretentious while others see it as inspirational. They are also well renowned for their art, such as film and painting, and their savory cuisine.

[eralacrimae]

"Would you believe he was one of the Iron Tenth? He's rather glass than iron. How did he manage to survive so far?"

"There are some things that are not apparent at first glance... Look deeper. The iron might be on the inside."

[unknown warriors on what was once the Rose of Glass]

Kainan Raath, the Rose of Iron, the blood of his homeworld, Medusa.

[h0bg0blin-meat]

hello...

RAATH KE 10 BAJNE WALI HAIN!! NEEND NHI AA RHA?!?! JAA KE SOJAO.

Make me :3

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Round Three: Mbiresaurus vs Kholumalumo

Mbiresaurus raathi

Artwork by @i-draws-dinosaurs, written by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Name meaning: Raath’s reptile from Mbire (after the Mbire district of Zimbabwe, and in honour of palaeontologist and discoverer Michael Raath)

Time: ~ 230 million years ago (Carnian stage of the Late Triassic)

Location: Pebbly Arkose Formation, Zimbabwe

There was once a time… before titanosaurs… before diplodocids… before any sauropod… when sauropodomorphs were simply Just Some Little Guy. And that is where Mbiresaurus, oldest African dinosaur ever found, comes in!

Mbiresaurus was named in 2022 from Zimbabwe, and is the only dinosaur yet named from the Pebbly Arkose formation. It’s known from a beautifully complete skeleton that has all the features of a classic Early Dinosaur. It is small, has long gangly legs and arms, and a lil head with vaguely pointy kinda multipurpose teeth. The fact that all the wild diversity and enormous size of the sauropods came out of something like this is hard to imagine, but evolutionarily step by step these little scampery dudes would work their way up! 

Kholumolumo ellenbergerorum

Artwork by @alphynix, written by @i-draws-dinosaurs

Name meaning: Kholumolumo (giant reptilian dragon from Sotho folklore) named for Paul and François Ellenberger (the original excavators of the fossils)

Time: 210 million years ago (Norian stage of the Late Triassic)

Location: Lower Elliot Formation, Lesotho

Kholumolumo is an old friend with a new name. Its previous informal name, “Thotobolosaurus” meaning “trash heap reptile”, was truly magnificent and became one of the great memes of Ye Olde 2010s Palaeo Tumblr! Needless to say it was a bittersweet moment to see our old buddy finally published but lose its iconic name in the process. Rest in peace, Trash Heap Lizard.

The reason it wound up with that name is because the fossils were in fact found basically right next to the local rubbish dump of the village of Maphutseng in 1955. The trash pile turned out to be sitting on a bone bed of around five to ten animals, and over the course of several years they were excavated and moved to the University of Cape Town. Unfortunately, and perhaps appropriately to the name, the subsequent study of these fossils ended up being a complete trash fire. Specimens went missing that have never been found, professional relationships fell apart, and the animal itself wasn’t mentioned in the literature until 1970 when it was dropped into a discussion on the stratigraphy of the Elliot formation and named “Thotobolosaurus mabeatae” without any description of the fossils. This made the name “Thotobolosaurus” a nomen nudum (naked name) and thus invalid.

Finally in 2020 all the tribulation paid off and it received a proper initial description, although many fossils that weren’t lost in the chaos still remain under study and could be the subject of future papers. It’s nice to see our beloved trash heap of a dinosaur finally coming into its own!

[c4saturn]

mere Kudha mujhe raath peh apke chehra dekha ke wadah karte hain ke main aap seh hi jurdi hoon

[tricitymonsters]

DAY 16 - Jealousy

DAY 16 - Jealousy

Raath x Reader

Content Warnings: General Raath toxicity warning, impact play, biting/marking

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Fucking Raath is fun.  He’s vicious but passionate and kind of shockingly competent as long as you like insatiable need that translates to a kind of physical roughness.

But the way he bites you makes you think he really wants to eat you alive, and the way his greedy, calloused hands grab and pull you in only heightens the experience.

Its hot and you have a hard time not falling for his bullshit because he’s actually a really engaging fuck

As insufferable as he can be the intensity is undeniable and he wants SO MUCH and SO BADLY.

Unfortunately indulging him is like indulging any spoiled asshole.  They start to feel entitled.

Raath tends to show up unexpectedly when he has need of you.  

At first, he tells you he didn’t like the Uber driver you rode home with.  You ask him what the fuck he expects you to do about that before you ask him what he could possibly know about the driver he never interacted with.

Then its some guy who asked you randomly for directions on the street. You didn’t even know Raath had seen the interaction but he showed up to complain about it anyway.

You’re too nice, that guy could have been looking to take advantage of you, tell them to fuck off next time, etc etc.

Oh but then SOMEHOW he sees you gently turning down a well meaning coworker you’re just not into.

Raath has extra bitemarks and hickeys for you tonight.  And when you find out he somehow knew about your coworker you get so frustrated with his bullshit that you cuff him straight across the face.

For a moment you wonder if you’ve made a mistake but Raath speaks violence primarily and instead of defending himself he only grabs your hand for him to sloppily smear his mouth over until he can bite at the rise of your palm hungrily.

You almost want to hit him again because he’s so thick and so petulant but his hunger is mounting even faster now that you’ve pushed back on his accusations of… interacting with other humans in a way that isn’t specifically unpleasant.

When you call him jealous he snarls at you to shut up but you know the truth and HE knows you know too 

To his credit, he marks you up all over for your lip and you know that your friendly but rejected coworker is going to see all those marks all the way up your neck… There’s no shirt collar high enough to hide them

But you left a nice few marks on Raath too, at least letting him know you’re not going to take his bullshit lying down.

[thebusylilbee]

In the West Bank, "we no longer distinguish between a Palestinian terrorist and a terrorized Palestinian"

(original article in french, translation by me)

It's been five years since the Odeh family built a new house to leave the center of the small town of Qusra, population 7000, near Nablus in the occupied West Bank. "It was a dream that turned into a nightmare", says Ahed, 24, as she closes the iron curtain on her metal workshop for good. On Wednesday October 11, a dozen Israelis approached the house, wearing masks. They started by throwing stones, as usual: this kind of incident can happen up to several times a week, according to Ahed.

But this time, the settlers pulled out their weapons. The confrontation turned into a massacre. Ahed's brother tried to take his daughter Raath, aged 6, to safety. He was hit by three bullets, one of which entered through his throat and exited through his mouth. Two others hit his ankle and leg. A fourth went through Raath's left shoulder. "My mother called my cousin Moath to come and help them. They came running. He's dead, him and two others," says Ahed, her eyes rimmed. The attack lasted 45 minutes, before the arrival of the Israeli army, which moved right into the center of the village. In the ensuing clashes, another young man was killed by the soldiers.

Funeral convoy attacked by settlers

Qusra is surrounded by Israeli settlements, explains mayor Hani Odeh, 68, as he draws a comma on a map of the region running from the northeast to the southwest of the town. The sociology of these settlements, colored blue, holds no secrets for this former soldier, as it does for most of the village's inhabitants. "Migdalim has been here since 1981; they used to come here to get petrol, to shop. We lived together. But the new settlements are different. They put up new tents every month," continues Hani Odeh. He drives the battered municipal pick-up to the edge of the village without a seatbelt, but with a steady hand. The houses are abandoned, and a village hall has been condemned. All that remains is the skeleton of a large chicken coop. "The settlers burnt it down. 20,000 chickens died," explains the mayor.

In the Middle East, we bury the dead quickly. But to bring the bodies back from the medical center in Salfit, a few kilometers to the west, the next day, it was necessary to drive past settlements. Hani Odeh contacted the Palestinian and Israeli authorities to ensure the safety of the funeral convoy - some fifteen cars - that would follow the ambulance. The route would be secured, the soldiers assured him. Around 10 a.m., the convoy set off. 30 minutes earlier, in the surrounding settlements, telephones began to vibrate. "The commander of the region doesn't understand that we're at war! He has authorized a funeral procession of terrorists on a main road in Samaria," said the text message, calling for as many people as possible to get out. Around a hundred people responded to the call. The army tried to divert the convoy, but to no avail. Eventually it came under attack.

"My father was driving, my brother was in the passenger seat and I was in the back," says 14-year-old Yasser Wadi. "Settlers stopped the convoy, and my father and brother got out to tell them to leave. Other people did the same. They fired. Then another car of settlers arrived, and they started shooting too. My brother took three bullets, and my father one. The car too," says the teenager in an absent voice, twisting the brand-new pendant bearing the photo of Ibrahim, 62, and Ahmed, 24. Their bodies were prepared immediately. They were finally buried at the same time as the four dead of the previous day.

Around Yasser, fifteen men mourn in the courtyard of the family home. A young woman peers surreptitiously through the window. "He was a leader," explains Abdelathem, Ibrahim's brother and former mayor of Qusra, who doesn't want to believe in coincidence, in the fact that his brother just became a victim of blind violence. "He had created protection groups in the villages here, he was well placed at Fatah level. They wanted to target him, that's for sure." The settlers' social networks then rejoiced at the justice meted out to the "terrorists". The Israeli security forces, scrutinized by the international media, quickly declared that the police were on the case. And that was that. If under normal circumstances investigations are very rare, there's no chance of the settlers' impunity being lifted at the moment.

"Our activists have been deeply affected," says Rabbi Arik Ascherman, an Israeli anti-occupation activist, sadly over the phone. The kibbutzim, the bloody rave of October 7: these were the spaces in which the pro-peace Israeli left found itself, now on the verge of extinction. For the rabbi, a new level has been reached in the West Bank. The settlers' political aim remains the same: to confine the Palestinians to limited geographical areas and break any risk of territorial continuity, necessary for the creation of a state. But since October 7, they have not hesitated to take the law into their own hands.

Palestinians are afraid

The Bedouin community of Wadi as-Seeq is no exception: "The settlers have been harassing us for years, says 50-year-old Mohammed Kaabneh. But everything has changed since the war. As early as October 9, they blocked access to our water tanks. Within two days, we had no more. That night, they attacked us more than twenty times, throwing stones and breaking into our tents. Part of the population fled. At daybreak, we took the animals to safety and decided to leave." They weren't given the chance: "Settlers arrived, and there were soldiers too, and settlers in uniform. They took me, one of my 14-year-old nephews and five women. They tied us up and told us to lie down on the ground." And then the wait, before finally letting them go, after confiscating their phones and identity cards.

Moved from the Negev in 1948, to the outskirts of Hebron in 1967, this community finally settled in the arid Wadi as-Seeq valley overlooking the Jordan River in the 1990s. On Wednesday, October 11, its 40 families scattered across the region. Mohammed found refuge in the village of Taybeh, with his brother. Others are still wandering. "It's all over now," says Mohammad, who has just 60 head of cattle left. In Wadi as-Seeq, there are only vestiges, including the outline of a school for around a hundred children. On its battered toilets, a sticker bears the logos of a handful of European development agencies, including France. It was here, just a few weeks ago, that Western diplomats were hustled by extreme right-wing Israeli militants. Today, as the war rages on, these same militants are going even further, no longer hesitating to speak of population transfer. Since October 7, more than 552 people - 8 entire communities and parts of 6 others - have been displaced. Over the last two years, this figure has risen to 450, and the international community has completely disappeared.

Palestinians are afraid. In the West Bank, even before the three-day national mourning decreed by the Palestinian Authority in response to the explosion at al-Ahli Arabi hospital in Gaza, the roads have become deserted. In many villages close to the settlements, only one access road is kept open - sometimes with a sentry box manned by an Israeli soldier.

Normally, the Israeli military occupation seems like a sleeping giant. But these days, it is visible, anxiety-provoking, a gun pointed at the population. More than 70 Palestinians have been killed by soldiers or settlers since the start of the war. In the meantime, Palestinians who work in Israel remain cloistered in their homes, farmers no longer go to the fields, and olives are beginning to carpet the earth because no one wants to risk going out to harvest them.

In Israeli society, between terror, sadness, traumatized weariness and the desire for revenge, all this goes unnoticed. Apart from a few echoes, such as this statement by police chief Yaakov Shabtai, threatening to send to the Gaza Strip anyone who showed support for its inhabitants. At least forty Arab students are reported to have been expelled from their universities in Israel, according to the legal support association Adalah. Several people have also been arrested. "We no longer know the difference between a Palestinian terrorist and a terrorized Palestinian", sighs Rabbi Arik Ascherman.

Article written by Nicolas Rouger and published in Libération, 20/10/2023.

[toomagazineperfection]

A zight of war.

A war of my might.

A haha tala maith.

A diet of her vaisa.

A lover baisa.

A raath kahani.

A saans de la bari.

A sight of her holi.

A laaj-maram se de diya de kaloop.

Se siya dene di bora.

She was.

Sunidhi

[shadow-bonnie37]

To Have an Empress as your Ler... and later, as your Lee.

Part 1/2 - Tumblr's TicFics are fun to read through, even the Villain League loves them too. And while we're going down that avenue, allow me to share one of my own to you...

Holy hell, that was so corny to type! Anyway, Random and the villains wanna tell you 'bout this one time Green Guy aka The Clovarian King introduced his wife, Priscilla to the Empress of the Underworld, Sadarthrerai Raath for a Hazbin Hotel binge. And remember that part when I said that this was a TicFic as well? Yeah, Green Guy's more prepared than the Empress or his spouse in the end.

Starring: Green Guy (Lee), Courtney "Sadarthrerai" Raath (Ler), Priscilla Green (Lee) and Gosselin Bee (brief appearance).

Beware of Swearing, British terms and Sadarthrerai speaking French!

That's all, enjoy!

Once Upon a Time on a chilly and windy day, it was March (almost April) for the people of The Clovarian Kingdom. And also the kind of day for Green Guy to shout "Cilla! I'm freezing my buttcheeks off! Can I just stop here?!" Don't worry, that's typical of him to do that.

"Bloody hell?! You screech like that every time we have days like this!" Priscilla Green reprimanded. "I'm screeching alright! Bad! I'ma become a big ol' green @$$-icle in, like, 10 minutes!" Her husband of 3 years shot back.

"Surely, he could be use 2 of those minutes to get back indoors. But no, he chooses to throw a wobbly instead of being responsible." Priscilla thought, watching Green Guy slowly carry his winter possessions inside a shed.

After 25 minutes of labor and whining, Green Guy's phone rang. He picked up the older, Victorian Era telephone, The ringtone had a bassoon, cello, and organ play an eerie melody that ended with an F minor chord and wicked, deep laughter. "Hey, it's just Sid!" Green Guy sneered. "Well, answer it then. That ringtone is creepy!" Priscilla thought this 'Sid' person was another guy her husband knew.

He answered the phone call, and was greeted by an agitated and tired Empress Sadarthrerai of the Underworld on other end. "Yo Sid, what the hell's going on, dude? I thought your on vacay-." The demonic voice on the other end shut Green Guy down.

"SILENCE! Don, where's the Bordeaux Stone I told you about?" Sadarthrerai had an extraordinary stressful business trip and trusted Green Guy to guard an enchanted Bordeaux or Maroon Stone while they're away. And where was it, you ask? In the shed with Green Guy's winter stuff. Aw sh*t, if he can't get it out of shed, the stone will be lost and the Demon will have his head fo sho!

Green Guy panicked for a hot second before Priscilla butt in to chastise Sadarthrerai (not knowing of their power). "Your damn crimson boulder is all hunky-dory, don't worry about it. My husband will get back out there and find it." But Sadarthrerai knew Green Guy had forgot about that stone, and told the two other royals, "If you're so sure about the stone being safe... maybe I should change the Hazbin Hotel binge night from my castle to YOUR PALACE instead!"

Double Sh*t! The Empress is coming over?! In Priscilla's mind, she wasn't a big fan of the Underworld ruler, only seeing them a few times, but the sheer thought of them coming over here was enough for her entitlement and jealousy to get the better of her. After all you wouldn't be particularly fond of your husband getting flustered by some other creature, right?

As for Green Guy, he was scared sh*tful, NO SERIOUSLY!! He had 7 large bricks in his pants in, like, 10 seconds! Geez, what the hell did he eat? Either way, with f*cked up pants, he started to pick up the pace. Digging into the shed, trying to find the Empress's stone.

In that very moment, the usually turquoise and white, midday sky turned to a deep Obsidian night sky. The moon split, turning a creepy reddish-fuchsia color while radiating a bold yellow light. And the stars surrounded the light making an outline that... almost looks like... EYES. With the transformation completed, Priscilla looked up in horror to see the eyes in the sky looking directly at her and she screamed. "Who the f*ck did my husband invite to our palace?!" Priscilla thought.

Green Guy perked up, but he bumped his head on a shelf, causing a certain Victorian Era stone to glow. Green Guy climbed up the shelves to follow the glow until he found...

"Sid's Borgnine- Bin- BAH! The red rock! F*CK YES! I FOUND IT!!" He cheered, "I did it! I did it! La la la la la! Go me! Go Green Guy! Go! go! Gimme some!" His singing was terrible and he knew it, but he didn't care.

Hearing that off-key tune, Priscilla Green plugged her ears in detestation. Sadarthrerai Raath manifested in front of Green Guy's wife, and saying "Don, I have arrived! Damn, nosy humans. Have you found my- ARGH!! Mes putains d'oreilles!" Green Guy was still singing off-key, and was now trying to sing opera. The worst part was not only did the Empress have to witness that, but Green Guy thought he was killing it.

Finally, Sadarthrerai hushed the Clovarian king. They gently lifted him and said "DON!! *sigh* Fermez-la, S'il te plaît?" Green Guy nodded, "Hey Sid, didn't really understand you back there." he greeted the demon. "Do have you have my Bordeaux stone? Turns out, some humans wanted to see it after all." Sadarthrerai said sheepishly.

Green Guy chuckles, "Ha! I got it alright, I kinda knew that you'd need the rock." The Empress sighed in relief, setting the green creature down so he can grab the enchanted stone. "Merci beaucoup, Donnie."

Priscilla swiped the stone before her husband could give it to the demonic royal entity. "Hey! Cilla! What gives?!"

"What do you need this rock for? It's almost as big as my head, I feel very gutted that you're cocky enough to hold onto it for some other bird."

"As rude and envious those words are, I still need the Bor- Bar- BAH! I still need this fancy @$$ rock! I gotta return it, y'know?"

"But to whom? A neighborhood beyotch?-"

Sadarthrerai shouted in a deep, booming voice, "CAN YOU TWO STOP DISTRACTING YOURSELVES ALREADY?! I swear if Sir Charles Santley was alive to see this happen, he'd want to die all over again! *panting* I just want the Bordeaux Stone I'll leave."

Green Guy pried the stone from his wife's wings and finally gives it to the Empress. "H-Here," the king stuttered, "and uh- sorry about keeping you waiting." Priscilla was frozen with fear, and still paralyzed as her husband took the opportunity to help the Empress with delivering the stone.

Later that weekend...

"Did you have fun at the museum, Young Gossie? I'm glad Springtime and her husband could help you with the picture."

"I really like him, Auntie Darthy. He let me draw mama, you and the others without the negative reviews! He's like, so smart too! How does everything he know fit in his head?! That's gonna hurt. Haha!"

"Yes, I think so as well. *laughs also* Oh, I'll let you go, Gossie. We'll talk again soon, alright?"

"Okay, bye Auntie Darthy!"

"Fare-thee-well, young one."

Gosselin Bee's picture of the Villains made into the Larvae's Art Museum on the Mothrian Honeycomb Territory. Sadarthrerai giggles along with the young bee, congratulating her for making the decision to participate in the museum. They end the call when their limousine arrives at Green Guy's palace.

As soon as Sadarthrerai arrived at Green Guy's palace for the Hazbin Hotel binge, they were dismayed to find the interior trashed. Now look, Green Guy DID clean up his home, and checked for a spot for the Empress to sit. It hit Sadarthrerai when they realized that Priscilla had unfroze and was loudly arguing with her husband again, but rekt the palace, heirlooms, the food, and now the Empress's patience in the process.

"Ooh! I'm more than cross about all this bickering! All of this needs to stop, now." Sadarthrerai told themselves, looking in a partly shattered mirror in the palace halls and snorted blue flames. "I feel it's time Donnie and Priscilla learnt a teensy lesson, one that'll remind them to decline their outrageous fights in the presence of others and won't hurt them in any physical way."

They stopped outside a ballroom thought for a moment, "Do come on Darth, think of something. And I- I really need to lessen my fidgeting. Oh, and talking to meself. That has to stop too." And with that thought, they finally came up with something that made them smile so wide, they couldn't help but emit a breeze of evil chuckles as their cobra fangs unveiled.

"Back in my early years, that's how the authorities got their souls in check." Sadarthrerai says to themselves, "Even if they had harsh methods, I feel I should give this a shot... without the goats and saltwater, of course."

Triple sh*t, these two poor Clovarian royals didn't expect anything from the Empress but to enjoy some Hazbin Hotel with them. But when Sadarthrerai almost reached the living room; where Priscilla was yeeting glasses and ceramics at her spouse, the demon turned themselves into a black smoke and flew over to the unsuspecting couple. And now... let the games begin!

The first trick was somewhat easier than Sadarthrerai expected, Green Guy was dodging shards of fragile objects until he was being lifted off the floor. Sadarthrerai placed a shield around the green boi, manifested 2 pairs of sentient gloves. One pair started to vibrate upon his hips while another pair started to curiously squeeze Green Guy's neck.

The reaction was almost instant, "Whoa, Hey! Huh? Heh, hehehe. Hahahahaha! W- *gasp* Whahahat's going ohohon?!" Green Guy collapsed, hugging himself in a futile attempt to stop his cackling fit. A spin brush appears at that moment, it sat upon the jaguar's tummy and turned itself on. "Wha- AH! AHAHAHA! *gasp* STOHOHOP! WHAHAHAHY MEHEHEHE?!" Green Guy roared.

Priscilla Green airdropped herself from around a corner, holding 3 china plates. She didn't see the shield until she threw a plate at her husband, the plate shattered as it hit the shield, and Sadarthrerai grinned at the swan's dumbfounded face and started the second trick.

"Donel Craig Green, what the hell are doing?! This isn't a laughing matter! Your precious little Empress is gonna-" Priscilla suddenly realizes that she had some kind of magic strings attached to her (wrists, er... wings I suppose) and was completely immobile unlike her husband who was now freed.

Still having tears in his eyes from all the tickling, Green Guy got to catch his breath and the sight of his wife getting a glove and hairbrush treatment. "I- I can mohove again. Hell yeah, haha... what the? Cilla?! One minute, she's tossing fine china my way. The next, she's... getting tickled by floating gloves and brushes?"

As he walked closer to his wife, she shouted between her laughter, "DOHOHONEHEHEL!! GEHET ME OUTTAHA HEHEHERE!!" Green Guy was too busy wondering who or what was doing this, but looking at the floating items, he noticed a dark blue aura around Priscilla and the items and soon glanced up at the ceiling to see a black haze slowly moving like upside down seawater.

"Uh, Cilla? Is it me or does this blue and black sh*t look familiar?"

"I DOHOHON'T CARE!! BAHAHAHAHA! GEHEHET IT OHOHOFF MEHEHE!! HEHEHE!"

"Take a good look at it, Don..."

"I'm f*ckin' trying! I can't name who this- THE HELL SAID THAT?!"

Green Guy tried to turn around but noticed that more of the strings were on his wrists too. "DAMN IT! HEHEHEY! WHAT GIHIHIVES?!" Some more of the brushes went for his ears, which were almost as sensitive as his tummy.

"Why the anger? I thought today was a day of fun..."

"Sihid, you're hehehere!"

"YOHOHOU!! YOU DIHIHID THIS!!"

Sadarthrerai manifested from the black haze and floated above a futon in front of the royal odd couple, "Right you are, fellow majesties! And thanks for the opportunity to stop your quarrels."

Priscilla Green (though still laughing) was livid with the Demon, "OHOHO, THAHAHAT'S WHAHAT THIS WAHAS ABOHOHOUT?! WHY DIDN'T YOHOHOU TEHELL US?!" Sadarthrerai kept a cool head, and paused the tickling as they replied with, "Because that's no way to act around guests or anyone for that matter." Listen, you can't blame them for saying that, especially considering what happened with the Bordeaux Stone from earlier.

Green Guy's face fell when he saw the gloves from earlier taking off his shoes. "Sid, please! I said I was sorry! Don't do me like this! No! No- GAHAHA AHAHAHA! NOHOHO!"

"YES. I still think that I have you know that I already forgave you," the Empress turns to Priscilla, tail wiggling towards her, "But you, mon cygne chéri, has still yet to make up for making me wait."

"Oi! Don, you tell me SMACK about the red stone! Why'd you keep something like that away from me- EEHEHEKK!!"

Priscilla got attacked by Sadarthrerai's tail and the tickle tools again, but these ticklers looked different. As in, the tools took the forms of spirits, sparkling feathers, and enchanted dust.

Goodness Golly Gosh, talk about a Tickle Hell. "TAHAHAHA!! NAHAHA! TIK- AAHEHEHE! FAHAHAHAHACK!! PLEHEHE- AH!! AHAHAHA!" Priscilla Green couldn't think straight or speak coherently, at that point, she begged for any solution to the Empress' torture.

But luckily for her, Sadarthrerai is not one to skip to death penalties and didn't have any intention to kill her. They sighed, got off the futon, and walked in front of the now nearly driven mad swan. Priscilla couldn't feel the tickling as the demon spoke to her via a very reasonable telepathic message.

"Lady Priscilla Green, I'll admit that I've owned Donnie's soul for nearly 2 years, and I must warn you that arguing or starting violent scenes in the presence of guests isn't acceptable by ANY means. In fact, it's just distasteful to see a young royal choosing to quarrel instead of sitting down and talking about the matter... (whispering) quietly." Looking at her sternly in the eyes, they ordered, "I'll give you one more chance to clean up your act, and to spare both you and your husband's souls."

Priscilla hesitated, then said in a surrendering tone, "Ugh... f... f... fine. What bloody contract do I have to fill just to be your puppet?"

"Oh, none." Sadarthrerai replied with slight annoyance, for they've heard the 'slave' and 'being kept on a leash' hoax over and over. But stayed calm as they explained, "Donnie and I made a deal just like this, and ended the connection with a single handshake."

"What kind of b- bargain did you 2 make?"

"Long story short: I joined his Villain League and *ahem* 'sort of' taught to act around guests (mainly females), and in return, he apologizes greatly to Springtime734, and have her assist us in defeating the Blue Wizard as an ally. The only part of the deal that wasn't really intended to happen was for us to form a legitimate friendship."

Of course, Priscilla would ask, "B- What do you mean by (mainly females)? Hasn't he seen a girl before me? Argh! That was you, wasn't it?"

Sadarthrerai face blushed a neon green color in a shy smile, which was enough for Priscilla dodge that route, but what deal does the Empress have for her?

Getting back on topic, Sadarthrerai managed to discuss their deal, "One favor for me to release you and Don and to refrain from negative conflicts as long as your guests are around, and in return, you shall... Hmm?"

Priscilla managed to raise her right wing with the Demon giving her a curious look. "Y'know, that fight from earlier in the day gave me an idea. Don's always gone for nights, doing Lucifer knows what with you his other friends, well guess what? I'm not going to be left behind, ignored, or have secrets kept from me anymore! I'd like be one of his gang, doing whatever we please to whoever's stopping us."

"So you're telling me that you're going to join the Villain League?"

"So long as I'm not getting tossed in the boot for something... *makes evil face* that git thinks is more dishy than me."

Sadarthrerai wasn't too pleased with the way Priscilla phrased her request (or demand in her eyes), but they knew the swan needed to learn from an experience in that level. Then again, Green Guy has started to fall for Springtime734, and with Priscilla on the team, it could be a reminder that he is still married and she's assigned to help protect both sides from the aforementioned Wizard. Both spouses can keep each other in check.

Satisfied with the offer, Sadarthrerai said, "Very well then. One favor for me to release you and your husband and to refrain from negative conflicts as long as your guests are around, and in return, you shall become a member of the Villain League. And you're sure you're not worried about becoming a member?"

"Of course I'm not worried, unless your earlier blushing meant something dodgy."

"(Ahem) Not at all. Anyway, do we have a deal?" They put their right claw in front of the swan, she knew that was the only way to know what her husband and Springtime were up to at that point. So she raised her right wing, said the word "Deal," and placed the wing in the Demon's somehow cushiony, velvet feeling claw.

In that moment, Green Guy felt released from the tickling and comically flopped face first on the wool carpet. He had been tickled so long and so much, that he had been paralyzed, he still had floods of tears flowing down his face and his voice sounded higher, weary, and constantly cracked. "Hahaha... heh... heheh... aahh... huh? I-it stopped? Yeah! Finally, thanks Sid!"

"No problem, Donnie. Are you okay?"

"Th- thought I was gonna die there, heh. Hurgh! Gah- mrph! Ah- ow! Uh Sid?"

"Yes, mon chéri?"

"I can't move my @$$, is that bad?"

"No no, not at all. But it is to be expected after being intensely tickled for so long."

"C'mon Sid, don't do me like this. Gotta watch Hazbin later, y'know?"

"Yes, I'm well aware. And Priscilla, remember our little chat?"

"How could I forget you entering my brain JUST NOW? How did you do- uh, nevermind. Don, I've thought about your nights out with your Villain League, and-"

Sadarthrerai was recording Evidence of Priscilla Green asking nicely to join the Villain League. Priscilla succeeded her side of the deal, which made Green Guy blurt, "HELL YEAH! I CAN'T WAIT SHOW U OUR SH*T!! Right, Sid?" Sadarthrerai tries to hide satisfied chuckling, but their fur stood on end when they realized Green Guy was rubbing his face on the Empress's snake tail and growling softly.

The Empress is startled by this and hisses like, well a snake. They stifled an intrusive smile as their eyes glow like the aforementioned sky transformation but with inverted colors (now red sclera and pale yellow irises).

"Hey, Sid? I said 'we can't to show Cilla our totally cool, Villain sh*t'! Ain't that right, Sid?"

"Pfft! (Ahem) Yes, o- of course. Just watch where you're nuzzling, alright?"

"M'kay, but I swear I heard you hissing just now. You okay?"

"Nevermind that! Uh, I'm alright. Who wants to watch Hazbin Hotel?"

At the end of the Hazbin Hotel binge (it was morning)...

Green Guy was the only one who was still awake for the end of Hazbin season 1, he looked at the still asleep Empress and spouse and remembered the night before. Y'know where after the wrecking, he nuzzled Sadarthrerai's tail? Yeah, he stroked Priscilla's hair as he tried that nuzzling again but added his own tail and succeeded in making the demonic royal entity smile and emit a hissing titter in their sleep for a little bit.

"Zzzzzzz... heh... zzz- (hiss) Hehehey, Lâchez-moi. Kekekeke... lâchez-moi- hehe. Ohohoho, t- t- tehehe. So tickly..."

Tickly? Green Guy was on Cloud 9 when he heard Sadarthrerai say that. Come on, he just found out that an Empress of the Underworld was just as ticklish as he and his wife. But soon noticed that his tail moved towards Priscilla's ribs, his tail's wagging wound up tickling his wife, she laughed too, but not as much as the Empress.

"Zzz- Hahaha. Don, stop it..."

Green Guy moves his tail over and says to the snoozing girls,

"Heh, what we did last night was pretty cool. Now that I know you're ticklish too, I do you a favor and keep this between us, mkay? And besides, now I kinda like your laugh... both of you."

With that, he nestles himself in between the ladies and finally dozes off. Thinking about how Sadarthrerai managed to settle he and his wife's arguments with something they ALL (kinda) enjoy, and hopefully wishes to get the Demon back sometime... maybe when they're doing something relaxing instead.

So yeah, that's the first part of this story. Whatcha think? I'm excited for Sadarthrerai to be tickled too, but until then I'm gonna go to bed now I'm tired...

[thefruitloop-chan]

Young Raath

[adritachakraborty93]

Chaadni raath....