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puckrph · 2 years ago

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TALLAHASSEE SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from the mountain goats album. tws for toxic relationships and mentions of alcoholism. feel free to change pronouns, etc.

TALLAHASSEE

"i pray to summon the destroying angel." "there is no deadline, there is no schedule." "there is no plan we can fall back on." "the road this far can't be retraced." "there is no punchline anybody can tack on." "there are loose ends by the score. what did i come down here for?" "what did i come down here for? you."

FIRST FEW DESPERATE HOURS

"bad luck comes in on the back of a truck." "we try to keep our spirits high, but they flag and they wane." "let the good times roll on through these first few desperate hours." "the sun peeks in like a killer through the curtain." "we keep up the good fight. we keep our spirits light."

SOUTHWOOD PLANTATION ROAD

"i've got you. you've got whatever's left of me to get." "our conversations are like minefields: no one's found a safe way through one yet." "i'll spend a lot of money, i'll buy you white gold." "all night long you giggle and scream." "i am not going to lose you." "i am not going to lose you. we are going to stay married in this house like a louisiana graveyard, where nothing stays buried." "the dead will walk again, put on their sunday best, and mingle with unsuspecting christian men."

GAME SHOWS TOUCH OUR LIVES

"that stuff tastes like medicine, but i'll take it. it'll do." "i'm in the mood for you." "i held onto you with a desperate strength, with everything in me." "it's a drink of the lovely little thing on which our survival depends." "people say friends don't destroy one another... what do they know about friends?" "everything's gonna be okay soon. maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day." "cars are headed down to oblivion up on the expressway." "your drunken kiss is as light as the air." "maybe everything that falls down eventually rises."

THE HOUSE THAT DRIPPED BLOOD

"look beyond the broken bottles, past the rotting wooden stairs." "not everyone can live like billionaires." "tear up the floorboards." "grab your hat, get your coat." "dig up the laughing photographs, they're here somewhere or other." "take what you can carry, but let me tell you: still water's going stagnant, bodies bloat, and the cellar door is an open throat."

IDYLLS OF TKING

"this day is full of promise and potential." "our shared paths are unraveling behind us like ribbons." "i dreamed of vultures in the trees around our house." "how long will we ride this wave out?" "how long till someone caves under the pressure?" "my dreams are haunted by armies of ghosts. faces too blurry to make out, numbers far too high to measure." "your eyes are twin volcanoes, bad ideas dancing around in there."

NO CHILDREN

"i hope that our few remaining friends give up on trying to save us. i hope we come up with a fail-safe plot to piss off the dumb few that forgave us." "i hope the fences we mended fall down beneath their own weight." "i hope it's already too late." "i hope the junkyard a few blocks from here someday burns down, and i hope the rising black smoke carries me far away and i never come back to this town again." "i hope i lie and tell everyone you were a good wife." "i hope you die." "i hope you die. i hope we both die." "our friends say it's darkest before the sun rises. i'm pretty sure they're all wrong." "i hope it stays dark forever. i hope the worst isn't over." "i hope you blink before i do, and i hope i never get sober." "i hope when you think of me years down the line, you can't find one good thing to say." "i hope that if i found the strength to walk out, you'd stay the hell out of my way." "i am drowning. there is no sign of land." "you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand."

SEE AMERICA RIGHT

"the radiator burst." "i was three sheets to the wind." "your love is like a cyclone in a swamp, and the weather's getting warmer." "you said you'd hop on one yourself and meet me on the way down." "i'm shaking way too hard to think." "i'm dead on my feet." "if we never make it back, i want you to know i love you." "my love is like a dark cloud full of rain that's always right there up above you."

PEACOCKS

"grab hold of the morning."' "i fear for my safety. you can see it in my eyes." "sun's all prickly on my neck." "seize opportunity right where it lies." "the sky will fall, we will rise."

INTERNATIONAL SMALL ARMS TRAFFIC BLUES

"my love is like a powder keg." "my love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse, somewhere just outside of town, about to burn down." "our love is like the border between greece and albania." "there is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood." "the way i feel about you, baby, i can't explain it." "you got the best of my love."

HAVE TO EXPLODE

"someone's gonna do something someone else will regret." "i speak in smoke signals, and you answer in code." "something here will eventually have to explode." "name one thing about us two anyone could love." "we roll out the red carpet when rotten luck comes down the road."

OLD COLLEGE TRY

"the warning signs have all been bright and garish, far too great in number to ignore." "our love has never had a leg to stand on." "but i will walk down to the end with you if you will come all the way down with me." "i want to say i'm sorry for stuff i haven't done yet." "things will shortly get completely out of hand: i can feel it in the rotten air tonight." "in the weak last gasp of the evening's dying light, those eyes i've always loved illuminate this place." "your eyes illuminate this place like the trashcan fire in a prison cell. like the searchlights in the parking lots of hell."

OCEANOGRAPHER'S CHOICE

"i don't know why i'm so persuaded that if i think things through long enough and hard enough, i'll somehow get to you." "would you look at that, we're throwing off sparks." "what will i do when i don't have you to hold onto in the dark?" "everybody's gonna need a witness." "everybody's gonna need a little backup in case the scene gets nasty." "i don't know why it's gotten harder to keep myself away." "i thought i'd finally beat the feeling back, but it all came back today."" "we knocked the dresser over." "i don't mean it when i tell you that i don't love you anymore."

ALPHA RATS NEST

"we do our best vampire routines as we suck the dying hours dry." "the night is lovely as a rrose." "if i see sunlight hit you, i am sure that we'll both decompose." "some day we'll both wake up for good, and i will try hard not to scream." "i've got something hateful on my mind." "sing for the dying of the day." "sing for the damage we've done, and the worse things that we'll do." "open your mouth up and sing for me now, and i will sing for you."

#mountain goats sentence starters #the mountain goats starters #rp memes #sentence starters #askbox memes

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marithlizard · 2 years ago

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Helluva Boss s2e4: thoughts while watching

People who do full actual liveblogging with screenshots have my great respect, this took forever!

The official description for this episode is "Striker exists and things sure do happen". Amazingly, it does _not_ set a record for vagueness.

- Pfft that restaurant. "Where the poor pour for you!" And I'm willing to bet it has never occurred to Stolas that Blitzo is very aware he belongs on the pouring side and has opinions about that.

- OMG the poor tiny imp holding up a coffee pot bigger than he is. New theory: the staff at places like this often sell the the juicy tidbits of information they pick up from wealthy demons who think of them as furniture. Perhaps Stolas' butler does too and that's why he was at Ozzies. ...Spymaster butler, now that's going in a future fic somewhere.

- "C U next Tuesday"? Is the subtitle reading off a text message we can't see? Maybe from Blitzo? (TY those who told me afterwards it’s an attempt to discreetly subtitle a cut line.)

- DEAL AT OZZIES we were right! we were all right!

- Bombproof riding down the street. Coffeepot imp, you can see him coming, get out of the way.

- "Stop making this harder to bullshit" I was not expecting to like Andrealphus at all, but I have to appreciate the way he is so obviously done with his sister's lack of impulse control.

- Hey, that lady is part succubus and part shark demon. I think?

- Stella was not at all concerned that bullet would hit her, even though it came within inches. Meaning those pistols aren't angelic.

- Nice quick reflexes from Stolas. Goodness, that bullet went through his hat.

- that lady has an imp in her purse! Imps have a much wider size range than I thought. Either that or Goetia magically shrink them for convenience. Hell would be an accessibility nightmare for someone that small...

- The barista seems to be a different type of demon, sort of goat-ish?

- Hey, that's a wanted poster of Striker

- Blitzo’s ringtone is now 500% more subtle than it was in Murder Family. He does learn.

- Huh. Loona looks scared and M&M look worried, and it has nothing to do with the incoming phone call. Are the theories about Loona being sick right?

- "I'm sorry it's a bad time yet again Blitzy" So Blitzo has been avoiding Stolas since Ozzie’s. I wondered, since in Seeing Stars we saw a calendar with a question mark on their meeting day.

- ooohhhhh Loona is terrified of shots. Interesting that M&M are coming along, given the hostile relationship between Moxxie and Loona. He’s not mocking her and she’s so scared she doesn’t even care about him witnessing her humiliation. Blitzo is probably making everyone behave through sheer boss willpower.

- He's in mortal peril and you don't even seem slightly worried and you're not going to come save him? I think we fans may have been overestimating Blitzo's feelings for Stolas, at least the conscious ones.

- I mean, not that Stolas’ perky "I think you should come save me" isn't full of tonedeaf assumptions itself.

- It took 5 years to get an appointment for this? Okay, that says two things. Hell's healthcare system is as bad as I thought, and Blitzo has been trying to get Loona this shot since the day they met.

- She's been doing a lot of field work? I guess we have seen her on Earth 3 times so far, and there may have been more.

- "Oh shit. Am I in danger right now?" STOLAS FOR FUCK'S SAKE

- Okay, now Blitzo is properly alarmed. And he starts to ditch the vital health appointment without hesitation. And he's appropriately concerned for M&M, too. Good job.

- Moxxie really does sound just like his dad sometimes.

- St Ans. Is the name a play on Satan, even though Satan rules the Wrath ring and this is Sloth?

- Motel 666 keychain, horseshoe and a key with a heart. Blitzo probably does one night stands at that motel.

- Now what are those roundish gray demons? They don't look like any type we've seen before. (ETA: They’re from Envy, someone said?)

- Notice on bulletin board: "In search of kidney, I need your help, not a scam, call Chuck".

- I like the plant with its closed eyes and exaggerated long eyelashes. A big theme for Sloth, evidently, given the similar eyes decorating the building everywhere.

- Sign on wall: Soothing sleep, sounds and light - Appointment status FULL - purchase at our gift shop. Wonder what that is.

- No cameras sign, but what's the other one prohibiting? Looks like a vial of potion? (TY those who said holy water. I’m not sure why anyone would have that in Hell, yikes.)

- AHAHAHA fourth wall acknowledgement that people really hated the slur in the pilot. (When I was a kid that word was hurled all over the playground right along with “gay” and “faggot” and “slut” and “moron” and others. It’s always been an insult but I had no idea it was now considered so horrible as to be unspeakable even in the midst of the whole breathtakingly WTF inappropriate profanity of the pilot, while other words are still used or even reclaimed. Attitudes and norms change over time and language is more fluid than people tend to realize.)

- Wow, Blitzo in the process of drawing on the nurse when he realizes there's a witness looking very pointedly at him.

- Oh, poor Loona....all her bristly fuck-you energy is gone. She actually looks slightly reassured by his cosseting! (I have a feeling it's going to turn out to be a horrible giant painful thing though, no matter what he assures her.)

- Striker has a fan group literally singing his praises who were waiting for him to pass by. I feel I should not be surprised.

- Wait how literally are we supposed to take this? They know the plan. Okay no this is some real Monty Python energy and I love it (Sir Robin’s bards, anyone?) and it should make clear to all that some things about this show are in Silly Logic territory. Which has been part of the core concept since the start, but I sometimes forget when the relationships and emotions are so real.

- He has a lair. and a statue of himself. We knew he was an egotistical git but it makes him seem less cool to know he puts so much deliberate effort into his coolness.

- Ahahaha no it's NOT deliberate, he doesn’t want the fan singers, and that makes it even better.

- And Stolas is a bit intrigued by the theme song, you can't tell me he's not

- ...Welp, time to walk back all those reassurances to reactors that I.M.P doesn't really kill kids and that was just a pilot thing. Yikes Blitzo. Would he really have pulled the trigger, I wonder?

- "SAME HAT" why do I feel like this is referencing the tumblr meme

- They're tiny now! Maybe size changing magic is a thing some imps can have, sure, let’s go with that.

- Moxxie taking out three demons more than twice his size in the background, in feral melee style just like his wife. And matter-of-factly pumping gas while doing it, that’s SO badass.

- That is a Blitzo drawing Millie is showing off, dyslexic R and the distinctive style. Blitzo had a doodle of Striker in the car. He probably keeps a sketchbook there? I’d love to flip through it, that’d make a great comic/animatic.

- "Very outlaw aeshetic"

- "Wouldn't a holy bullet have sufficed? Or could you not afford those?" I knew this would be addressed.

- "Is the giant statue of yourself also a classic, or..." Salty Stolas is the best. Is it just me, or has he picked up a very Blitzo style of trash talk?

- I mean Striker isn't wrong, here, and in another situation I'd be on his side.

- RESPECT. Stolas just took just another angelic stab wound without even flinching and handed back snark in equal measure.

- I wonder if he's telling the truth and their S&M play is that vicious. The bear traps thing suggests Stolas likes serious pain, but I didn't get an angry contemptuous vibe from their interactions in Truth Seekers or Harvest Moon. Fond, if anything.

- The hut-sized Fortress of Solitude look of Andrealphus' place is kind of silly, but I do really like the icy feathers.

- So Andrealphus wasn't in on the Striker thing. And he doesn't seem at all concerned about Stella losing all her status and wealth. These two may be close but it's not the genuine family love we see between our protagonists.

- So Stolas does have legions? I still cannot picture him as any kind of war leader, as fierce as he can be when provoked. Must know more.

- "A Goetia's never behaved like this before" - interesting. Probably not true and past indiscretions have been hushed up, but Andrealphus seems to believe it, which means not many and very well hushed up.

- "Eternity is a a long time" - so Goetia do live forever? That's very unfortunate for Stolitz. :( Don’t like that idea at all. It also means that unless we're handwaving all practical considerations - which we might be - something is weird about the Goetia. Why does Paimon have so many kids if they won't age and die naturally? Are there tons of ancient birds cluttering up the place that we haven’t seen? Or do they get winnowed out somehow? - Am I getting a Folger’s Crystals vibe here? That wouldn't bother me (seriously, Game of Thrones had that going on and everybody but me was all over that show when it was airing, even the non-geeks, nobody batted an eye) but it would be a suprising choice when the creators know how hypercritical the fanbase is.

- Ooh, thank goodness for cartoon logic or that van would be totaled.

- Oh my god Striker is tapping his foot to the beat. He's into this fight. What a relief for him after dealing with Stolas and Stella who both refuse to stay on script.

- And he's so annoyed when the music changes to pop (with similar lyrics - is it the same song?)

- Moxxie taking a cue from Angel there.

- I like the plague doctor masks on the EMTs.

- "He can get hurt?" Oh. Oh, hon. You never thought he was actually in danger. Not even after the Harvest Moon festival? Did you not tell Stolas about that attempt because you downplayed it in your own mind to make yourself feel better?

- the texts. the texts. Oh my GOD. oh, sweetie, Stolas, oh. He’s trying so hard and he is SO clueless. “come over and say mean things to me, haha, I always enjoy that...” Flailing desperately to put a light positive spin on the situation, like he’s been doing his entire life. But this time he doesn’t know what Blitzo wants to hear and his “lead with joy” style is not suited to the situation.

- This makes me feel better about Seeing Stars. There’s the missing context for their seemingly-effortless pretense that nothing is wrong in that episode. They already did the awkwardness over text.

- The whole ending sequence is heartwrenching, but not unexpected. Next episode I hope we see the meeting with Ozzie to deal for the crystals, and perhaps some conversation about what it’s like to have a forbidden relationship. Will Fizzarolli reveal a bit of why he hates Blitzo so, and tell Stolas he’s better off without him?

- Who are the flowers from, I wonder? Not Via’s style.

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss s2e4 spoilers

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dkehoe · 8 months ago

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stephanieinge · 1 year ago

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Antique Chalkware Ceramic Angel Cherub Riding Goat Figurine 3-1/2" H x 1-1/2" W.

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ritz-writes · 6 months ago

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YAYY LETS GO

Happy Birthday to regular reader and commenter @ritz-writes !! :D

;;w;; THANK YOU

To your delight, it led more specifically to a sculpture of a person riding a snail (to victory no doubt).

big snail go brrrrr

(because this author is assuming you would agree with her opinion)

this author would be correct

"WOW! That is BLEAK," is what finally comes out of your mouth. "Proper ray of sunshine, you are." Okay, that sounded really British.

LMAOO

"I've seen a few things, human. Been 'round longer than you've been alive, will be long after you die. You're no more than a moth in my eyes."

HUMAN?? WHAT?? HELLO???

OH!!!!! OH I KNOW WHO IT IS!!! >:D

"Can I have some popcorn?" You stage-whisper to Crowley as you pass him. "Piss off," Crowley stage-whispers back. Despite his complaint, you notice a tiny Michael-Sheen smile on Aziraphale's face, and you return to Anathema, who looks surprised and is holding two small cartons of popcorn.

i lvoe them i love them i love them asdfghgfds i love this lil bit so much and i cant explain why. its just ASDGHGF its so them!! the stage whisper back, the small smile from aziraphale, and suddenly we have popcorn. AHGGG i love this its so soft i love it i love it

"And here I thought demons didn't make a habit of hanging off angels' arms," Surfer Dude scoffs in in return.

OOP SHOTS FIRED

"This is Crowley. Might we have the pleasure of knowing your name?" "No."

welp-

"You know an awful lot," You call from the bench, "And you like to talk. So just get to the part about Jesus so we can leave you to be miserable on your own."

:O damn she rlly just said that

He turns away from Crowley and Aziraphale and strides towards you. Suddenly your popcorn carton is full again, so you look up.

"Call me Sardis, Little Moth."

SARDIS HELLO I HAVE HEARD ABOUT U AND NOW I HAVE A NAME FOR U. i love u already mwah mwah

"Well, Little Moth," his eyes have a sparkle in them now as he looks at you, "Gotta keep myself entertained somehow."

hes so sassy

Oh. Maybe the cryptic is a little bit necessary after all. He’s still overdoing it in your opinion, but whatever floats his goat

HES SO COOL

“Well,” Aziraphale says back at the hotel, “This Sardis certainly is a character.”

thats putting it lightly

“I know the name from somewhere,” You trail off in thought. Where have you heard it before? Sardis…Tardis…Sardine….You’re not sure, but it rings a bell.

sardine was def my first thought 😂

“A great deal less than we thought at the time, apparently,” Aziraphale finally admits with a sigh. “You are all really bad at saving the world.” Anathema shakes her head.

thats why we have u anathema babe <33

YAY SONG CHOICES. im biased cuz i love high school musical and also cuz bet on it is a fun thing to act out to

a wonderful chapter as always <3

Fanatic Intervention Part 14!!!

Happy Birthday to regular reader and commenter @ritz-writes !! :D

Here's the sculpture mentioned in the fic: https://noma.org/collection/history-of-the-conquest/

You'll notice that the poll at the bottom isn't anything suuuuper important. There's just some plot things that I want to get running in the next section, so I'm gonna be writing it up and posting it tomorrow. But I promise you that it's still an important choice to make (also idk what to pick so that means you all get to pick lol ).

Okay! Here we go! Back to New Orleans with The Anti-Apocalypse Crew!

Beginning || Previous || Next

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Now that you all were in the city, it only took Anathema the next morning to hone in on her signal. To Aziraphale's delight, it led you all to the sculpture garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art. To your delight, it led more specifically to a sculpture of a person riding a snail (to victory no doubt).

"I think this might be my favourite statue ever," You say aloud (because this author is assuming you would agree with her opinion). There is a person you don’t know standing in front of the statue. He gives a dissatisfied huff.

"It's called 'History of the Conquest,'" he tells you, despite not being asked, "The ever-slow and over-confident march of the entitled towards a future where they're in charge. Everyone else suffers while they promise glory and prosperity."

Your jaw drops open. This person looks like a 'surfer dude,' but is talking like someone who's spent most of their life in a cubicle changing 1s to 0s for 8 straight hours a day.

"WOW! That is BLEAK," is what finally comes out of your mouth. "Proper ray of sunshine, you are."

Okay, that sounded really British. You briefly wonder about the effect of spending so much time around Crowley and Aziraphale before Surfer Dude starts to laugh.

"I've seen a few things, human. Been 'round longer than you've been alive, will be long after you die. You're no more than a moth in my eyes."

"Wow," You can't help but repeat yourself, "Again, bleak." Also rude, but priorities.

"It is what it is," Surfer Dude replies. You shake your head and turn to Aziraphale and Crowley.

"You're up," You concede. You have no idea who this is, but he called you "human," and compared you to a moth. Whoever this person is, they’re probably the one Anathema’s had you looking for. He doesn’t look like Jesus, but maybe he will know where Jesus is. Either way, Anathema doesn’t get things wrong. If her work brought you to this person, then he’s the person you need to talk to.

That being said, whoever this is, he's the Ineffable Husbands' department and not yours. Sometimes you just gotta tap out and let the celestials handle their own kind. Now, this doesn't mean that you're not going to sit back and watch. Oh no, you want to see how this plays out.

"Can I have some popcorn?" You stage-whisper to Crowley as you pass him.

"Piss off," Crowley stage-whispers back. Despite his complaint, you notice a tiny Michael-Sheen smile on Aziraphale's face, and you return to Anathema, who looks surprised and is holding two small cartons of popcorn. You gratefully take one and have a seat on a convenient bench that is located conveniently within earshot. This is gonna be good.

"Hello," Aziraphale begins as he approaches, "I'm Aziraphale."

"Right," Surfer Dude says with a roll of his eyes, "The Angel of the Eastern Gate. I'm so honoured."

"Here I thought manners were important to angels," Crowley replies, sidling up next to Aziraphale. Surfer-Dude-Who-Is-Apparently-An-Angel takes in Crowley and raises an eyebrow.

"And here I thought demons didn't make a habit of hanging off angels' arms," Surfer Dude scoffs in in return.

Crowley snarls.

"Yes, well, each of us seems to be an anomaly in our own right," Aziraphale says with an appeasing smile, "This is Crowley. Might we have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"No."

"Ah, right. Well, that is to your own discretion I suppose."

"Rude is what it is," sneers Crowley.

"Regardless, we've come to this garden with the guidance of our friend here, hoping to find, well, Jesus as it happens."

Surfer-Dude-Angel-Person throws his head back and laughs outright.

"You're looking for who now? JESUS? HA! Bit of soul-searching for you, is it? Spiritual journey? Pilgrimage to the Holy Land? You're in the wrong place for that!" He keeps laughing.

I mean, you get the laughter. It definitely sounds weird to a third party. Crazy even. But if this guy is an angel, then shouldn't it sound perfectly reasonable?

"Oi," Crowley interrupts, clearly impatient, "We're trying to save the world here. And since angels don't normally take holiday time, I'd think helping us might be in your best interest."

"You think you can stop the Second Coming? Ha! There isn't another technicality that you can throw around this time. This one's it. Enjoy the giant snail statues while they last, because it won't be for much longer."

"You know an awful lot," You call from the bench, "And you like to talk. So just get to the part about Jesus so we can leave you to be miserable on your own." You popcorn is already almost finished, and you frown into your carton. If only you could do miracles. You'd refill it yourself.

Surfer-Dude-Angel-Person laughs again.

"Yeah, okay, I like this one," he says, nudging a thumb in your direction. He turns away from Crowley and Aziraphale and strides towards you. Suddenly your popcorn carton is full again, so you look up. Okay, maybe he's not so bad. He reaches out a hand to you.

"Call me Sardis, Little Moth."

After a moment of hesitation, you shake his hand. He turns back to Crowley and Aziraphale.

"I can see why you've adopted this one," he says, then turns his attention to Anathema, paying no mind to the garbled protests coming from Crowley. "And since we're doing introductions...?"

"Anathema Device," says Anathema with a nod. She would probably shake his hand, but between her equipment and her popcorn, her hands are full.

"Lovely to meet you, Miss Anathema," Sardis nods at her before finally looking back at Aziraphale and Crowley. "You won't find Jesus here. But meet me for drinks later and I'll tell you what you need to know to find him."

"You're unnecessarily cryptic, Sardis," You say with a raised eyebrow and a mouth full of popcorn. He laughs again.

"Well, Little Moth," his eyes have a sparkle in them now as he looks at you, "Gotta keep myself entertained somehow."

Sardis insists on giving you all a tour of the sculpture garden, but refuses to say anything more about Jesus, or how he knows about Armageddon, or why he isn't in Heaven, or anything else that you actually WANT to talk about. He insists that such talk isn't for a quiet garden full of art. It isn't until he lays a cryptic finger beside his nose and winks at you that something clicks in your memory.

Remember, back before JK Rowling turned out to be an awful person, back when everyone read Harry Potter? EVERYONE, RIGHT?? Perhaps, dear Reader, you remember the chapter in book 5 where Hermione calls a meeting at The Hog's Head because it’s less crowded. Hermione figures the sparse crowd means that there are fewer people to see them together. Perhaps you also remember when, later in the book, this action comes back to bite them, and they are told very sternly that they should have met at the Three Broomsticks precisely BECAUSE it was busier. A busy pub meant they would have been less likely to be overheard.

Suddenly you look around the garden and notice the sparse, but very much there, collection of people. Just the right number of people that could listen to your conversation if they wanted to without you being any the wiser. Oh.

Oh.

Maybe the cryptic is a little bit necessary after all. He’s still overdoing it in your opinion, but whatever floats his goat.

You part ways after his tour, agreeing to meet at a local bar at 9pm. There’s enough time to go back to the hotel, freshen up, and get something to eat before you make your way there.

“Well,” Aziraphale says back at the hotel, “This Sardis certainly is a character.”

“I know the name from somewhere,” You trail off in thought. Where have you heard it before? Sardis…Tardis…Sardine….You’re not sure, but it rings a bell.

Anathema is already flipping through notebooks. Aziraphale has picked up his copy of the Bible, and Crowley is on his phone. You figure everyone else has it covered, and sure enough, it’s Crowley who finds it first. Google, no doubt.

“Ha! Found the sod! He’s in Revelation.”

“Oh!” You practically jump as recognition finally hits. “He’s one of the seven angels! The ones we didn’t think were here!”

“You didn’t think any of them were here?” Anathema asks, “Did you even check, or did you just assume?”

“Well Muriel said…” You go quiet, before clearing your throat and trying again. “We didn’t look into it far at all, no.”

“So exactly what work did you do before you called me?”

“Umm…….” You say.

“Nnngggh” Crowley adds.

“A great deal less than we thought at the time, apparently,” Aziraphale finally admits with a sigh.

“You are all really bad at saving the world.” Anathema shakes her head.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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#good omens #ritz reacts #sardis u have such cunty vibes and i love that for u

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swaps55 · 2 years ago

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Cantata - Master Post

Art by @thepixelagora

Pairing: mShenko (pre-ME1). Rating: M. Words: 185,722. Chapters: 18/18 - Complete

Read on Ao3.

Sam Shepard and Kaidan Alenko, in the years before the Normandy. AKA, the slowest of slow burns.

Whatever Kaidan had been expecting from the Butcher of Torfan, this isn’t it.

There’s nothing krogan-like about the soldier sitting at the table. The lethal gaze from the vids is watery and unfocused. The empty bottle in his hand isn’t a gun, but he clutches it like one. When the bartender delivers a fresh one Shepard doesn’t look up, merely pops the top off and takes another quick pull.

This isn’t good.

What happens when a mad scientist, a marksman with the galaxy’s shortest fuse, an overeager frat boy, the Butcher of Torfan, a space wizard, and a goat all board a ship called the Myeongnyang?

Cantata is what happens.

Cantata is the first full-length story in Opus, a series following the relationship between Sam Shepard and Kaidan Alenko, which begins in a bar on Arcturus in 2178, six months after the raid on Torfan.

This story is the making of Commander Shepard - how the brilliant but troubled soldier with a stick up his ass, who shuns attachments and doesn’t know how to rely on anyone but himself, grows into the kind of person who will one day save the galaxy.

It delves into the power of found family, of building a soulmate instead of finding one, and learning to accept that who you are is enough. Along the way, there are poker nights, stabby robot vacuums, zero-G hull infiltrations, stargazing, thresher maws, fuck Benning, emergency rescues from arachnids, sunrises on porch swings, N7 tests, and then they were quarantined! and The Laxative Incident.

Each chapter is its own one-shot, self-contained but interconnected, with the occasional 2 and 3-parter.

Chapter 1: What It Is

Chapter 2: A Million Little Pieces

Chapter 3: Welcome to the Fire

Chapter 4: Dance With Darkness

Chapter 5: Fall From Your Ladder, Part 1

Chapter 6: Fall From Your Ladder, Part 2

Chapter 7: Carry On

Chapter 8: Infinity

Chapter 9: Head Full of Angels

Chapter 10: What We’ve Been Given

Chapter 11: The Things We’ve Done

Chapter 12: How You Know

Chapter 13: Your Mess Is Mine, Part 1

Chapter 14: Your Mess Is Mine, Part 2

Chapter 15: Your Mess Is Mine, Part 3

Chapter 16: Facing Giants

Chapter 17: Safe

Chapter 18: Belong

This story is my pride and joy, and it means everything to me. Thank you to everyone who listened to me yell about it all along the way, and came along for the ride. <3

#cantata master post #mass effect #mshenko #kaidan alenko #my fic #i was missing this story today #and realized i had never done a master post for it #so here is a master post

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blackrose700 · 2 years ago

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Deltarune: The importance of Love

Alright, so I have been thinking about Deltarune for quite a while now. It got me to start thinking about Ralsei’s strange behavior during Chapter 1 and Chapter 2, because something isn’t right about him. Especially when he said about him not knowing what being Ralsei-like is during the swan ride.

Then it immediately hit me as to what he just said, because we don’t know what it is like to be Kris. We are pretending to be someone else just as much as he is pretending to not be his true self. Ralsei is trying to trick us into doing the pacifist run by manipulating our love for the nostalgia of the Undertale world against us! If we do a pacifist run, we might end up destroying the world instead of saving it, because we weren’t aware of what Ralsei is doing to us.

You may be wondering why I am mentioning this to begin with. Well, after we defeated King in Chapter 1. Ralsei was foolish enough to heal them, and this almost got Susie and Kris killed because of his nativity. This behavior of his only gets worse during Chapter 2 when we saw how he treated Kris and Berdly. Ralsei wanted us to ignore Kris’s well-being after we defeated Spamton, and then he didn’t bother to heal Berdly when there was a possibility of him being seriously injured. ( His arm will be injured if the player doesn't save him from the wires. ) This FUCKING goat didn’t care about their well-being at all, and you expect me to love him when he treated Berdly and Kris like that! HELL NO! What he did was the cruelest thing I have ever seen in my life.

And he is supposed to be the one who represents the “kindness” soul. Don’t make me laugh, because Ralsei didn't know what true kindness looks like until he saw Susie showing her kindness towards Kris by saving them from King.

It is also extremely suspicious as to why the weird route wasn’t a choice for us until Noelle appeared, because Ralsei keeps trying to push us towards the pacifist route. He doesn’t use his fire magic in a battle despite him knowing how to use it. DO NOT TRUST RALSEI! I REPEAT DO NOT TRUST HIM!

If you want to save Kris and the others from their horrible fate. You need to make the ultimate sacrifice, because everything is in reverse now. You need to show them what true love is by risking it all. This means that you have to make them hate you in order to save everybody from the Angel’s Heaven. The player is definitely the true villain of this story, since you are being forced to control Kris’s body against their will. You are trying to pretend to be Kris. You took everybody they care about away from them. You took their save point, and their castle town just by existing in their world. You took everything away from them, and you expect them to be your friend. No! Absolutely not! This is not your story, because this adventure is meant to be for Kris. They need to learn how to be independent from you, as they aren’t a little kid like Frisk.

Deltarune is going to be a story about taking risks, since all of the kids in hometown including the vessel are teenagers. Teenagers usually try to do risky things, because they want to be independent from their parents. It’s time for us players to do something extremely risky, since we shouldn’t listen to Ralsei nor their so-called “legend”. That goat is hiding important information from us, and it can't be ignored.

#deltarune #deltarune theory #spoilers #ralsei #berdly #kris dreemurr #deltarune ch2 spoilers #deltarune ch1 spoilers #The goat is a lie #king deltarune #the cuteness is a lie

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troublesometrollhunters · 4 years ago

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request headcanons of the cast of Trollhunters reacting to a very young child and basically adopting them or something? Platonic pls :)

Being Raised in TrollMarket

(Tried to write this how a kid would think it)

~ Your guardian was driving you home after a long day at your babysitters. They'd been working all day and you'd gone to school before your babysitter picked you up. Your favorite song was playing and you were telling them all about your day when something ran into the road. You both screamed and then the car crashed.

~ You don't remember much. You were dizzy and you didn't feel good. There was something giant and black with teeth growling. You think it was trying to hurt you but then a boy of light fought it, keeping the creature away. Your guardian was gone.

~ You weren't scared but you were. Your head hurt and you didn't know where you were or where your guardian was. Your mind began to wander. A creature similar to the other picked you up and you felt scared but he gently put his head to yours and you suddenly felt safe. You fell asleep in warm gray arms surrounded by green furr.

~ You had woken up in a strange place. One with magic and creatures you'd only heard about in books and stories your sitter told you. You woke up with a large orange crystal in your hands and bandages all over. You remember a goat looking stone man walking into the room and how his hands were gentle despite being stone as he touched your forehead. He introduced himself as Vendel.

~ That was a few months ago. Occasionally you'll get memories about that night but as scary as it was you hadn't felt fear since. Your new family didn't make time for fear with all your schooling, training, and playing.

~ Blinky and Aarrrgh were like your parents now. They fed you, gave you clothes, and took care of you just like parents should. Blinky told you Aarrrgh was the one who saved you and that he was Aarrrgh's mate. They explained how your guardian was no longer around and couldn't take care of you but they'd asked them to take care of you. You were sad for a bit but Aarrrgh and Blinky were really nice. And so was the goat man and this entire place was really cool! You missed your family but TrollMarket made you happy.

~ You meet the blue guardian angle soon after. Turns out he was a normal boy but he had a magic amulet. His name was Jim and he was really nice. You call him your guardian angel and he seems to like the nickname a lot. He also has really cool friends! Toby was super good at giving hugs and knew everything about rocks! Claire was really pretty and spoke three languages! They hung out in the library a lot so you saw them all the time. You learned a lot of awesome sauce stuff from them!

~ Blinky reads you to sleep every night. He'd tuck you between Aaarrrgh and him as he read different stories. Some were about trolls like him and some were human books. He always made sure to read in different voices for the characters and he'd pause to show you any pictures. If you got curious about the book or pictures he'd stop and explain things to you making you happy. You liked knowing things.

~ He talked about his brother sometimes he seemed sad but also happy when he spoke of his brother, your uncle Dictatious. Blinky thinks you'd get along well with him because of all the questions you ask. Dics gone just like your parents but that's okay, just because they're gone doesn't mean they don't love you and you don't love them.

~ You always fall asleep to soft rumbling and Blinkies gentle voice as he reads. When you can't sleep Blinky sings you troll nursery rhymes and makes you some soothing tea while Aarrrgh hums deeply, calmling you down. Eventually you drift off with them cuddling you close telling you your loved.

~ Aarrrghs very cuddly even outside of bed. If you ever feel sad or miss someone he gently nudges you before pulling you close. He gives nuzzles a lot and kisses. Sometimes he'll lick your hair to try and make it look nice. Apprentally it's a troll thing called grooming. People do it to people they love and care for. You tried to do it back but Blinky suggested you brush their hair instead.

~ Even though you weren't hurt anymore and didn't have to be carried around Aarrrgh liked carrying you. You didn't mind, when you were up on his back or his shoulders you felt tall and you could talk to other trolls without looking up at them. Aarrrgh was super fast too so sometimes it felt like a ride!!!

~ Draal was like your big brother. At first he was a little mean but apprentally he lost a guardian too. When you got closer he became a lot nicer and would follow you around when you went on adventures.

~ When Blinky and Aarrrgh were busy Draal would take you around TrollMarket showing you everything. He always let you pick something you wanted to keep and told you everything he knew about his home.

~ You loved sparring with Draal. He couldn't use his full strength but you could. He showed you different moves and then helped you copy them. Jim Claire and Toby always clapped so you must be doing well. You know you can't help them but maybe someday!

~ When you were done training you'd watch your siblings train and cheer them on like they did for you! They were older so they could do more complicated things but that was okay you knew someday you'd be able to do those things too.

~ Vendel gets closer to you the longer you stay. Apprentally he's usually very grumpy but you've never noticed. He always has a new book for you too read and if you want jobs in his study. He teaches you about all his potions and the history of his people. Once when you asked he let you hold the heartstone staff just so you'd know what it feels like.

~ Your home in TrollMarket is a loving and flourishing place. Jim, Claire, Toby, and Draal are your siblings. Aarrrgh and Blinky your parents and Vendel like a grandpa or mentor. You know danger lurk outside in the form of goblins, changelings, and GumGums but for now you are safe and you are loved and your not scared. Because no matter what happens, you have your family.

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kookie-doughs · 4 years ago

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Y/N L/N AND THE HALFBLOODS

Percy Jackson X Reader

-Y/N L/N met Percy Jackson and everything was now ruined.

CHAPTER 16: Mini Elvis

The war god was waiting for us in the diner parking lot. "Well, well," he said. "You didn't get yourself killed." "You knew it was a trap," Percy hissed. Ares gave me a wicked grin. "Bet that crippled blacksmith was surprised when he netted a couple of stupid kids. You looked good on TV." Taking the shield from Percy I shoved it at him. "You're a jerk." Annabeth and Grover caught their breath. Ares grabbed the shield and spun it in the air like pizza dough. It changed form, melting into a bulletproof vest. He slung it across his back. "See that truck over there?" He pointed to an eighteen-wheeler parked across the street from the diner. "That's your ride. Take you straight to L.A., with one stop in Vegas." The eighteen-wheeler had a sign on the back, which I could read only because it was reverse-printed white on black, a good combination for dyslexia: KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL: HUMANE ZOO TRANSPORT. WARNING: LIVE WILD ANIMALS. Percy said, "You're kidding." Ares snapped his fingers. The back door of the truck unlatched. "Free ride west, punk. Stop complaining. And here's a little something for doing the job." He slung a blue nylon backpack off his handlebars and tossed it to Percy. Inside were fresh clothes for all of us, twenty bucks in cash, a pouch full of golden drachmas, and a bag of Double Stuff Oreos. Percy said, "I don't want your lousy—" "Thank you, Lord Ares," Grover interrupted, giving him his best red-alert warning look. "Thanks a lot." I could see Percy gritting his teeth. It was probably a deadly insult to refuse something from a god, but I also didn't want anything that Ares had touched. Reluctantly, he swung the bag over his shoulder. I looked back at the diner, which had only a couple of customers now. The waitress who'd served us dinner was watching nervously out the window, like she was afraid Ares might hurt us. She dragged the fry cook out from the kitchen to see. She said something to him. He nodded, held up a little disposable camera and snapped a picture of us. Great, I thought. We'll make the papers again tomorrow.

I imagined the headline: TWELVE-YEAR-OLD OUTLAWS BEATS UP DEFENSELESS BIKER. "You owe us one more thing," Percy told Ares, trying to keep my voice level. "You promised me information about our parents." "You sure you can handle the news?" He kick-started his motorcycle. "They're not dead." The ground seemed to spin beneath me. "What do you mean?" "I mean Percy's mom was taken away from the Minotaur before she could die. She was turned into a shower of gold, right? That's metamorphosis. Not death. She's being kept. As for yours, I saw them myself. Upstairs with the big guys. Why do you think you're causing one of the biggest uproar up there? They're refusing to tell who your parent is. No matter how much cut." He smirked. "What...?" Percy and the others must've seen something as they all held me back. "What are they doing to them?" I could feel the ground shake as Percy's grip on me tighten. We'll save them... calm down. Not the hero. Us. So calm down. "Calm down Y/N." Percy whispered. The ground stopped shaking and took a deep breath. "I will make you all kneel." I said. He looked at me confusedly. Then he shrug it off then laughed, "Oh yeah? can't wait, kid." Percy gripped my shoulder. "You're pretty smug, Lord Ares, for a guy who runs from Cupid statues." Behind his sunglasses, fire glowed. I felt a hot wind in my hair. "We'll meet again, Percy Jackson. Next time you're in a fight, watch your back." He revved his Harley, then roared off down Delancy Street. Annabeth said, "That was not smart, Percy." "I don't care." "You don't want a god as your enemy. Especially not that god." "Hey, guys," Grover said. "I hate to interrupt, but ..." He pointed toward the diner. At the register, the last two customers were paying their check, two men in identical black coveralls, with a white logo on their backs that matched the one on the KINDNESS INTERNATIONAL truck. "If we're taking the zoo express," Grover said, "we need to hurry." I didn't like it, but we had no better option. Besides, I'd seen enough of Denver. We ran across the street and climbed in the back of the big rig, closing the doors behind us. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was like the world's biggest pan of kitty litter. The trailer was dark inside until Percy uncapped Riptide. The blade cast a faint bronze light over a very sad scene. Sitting in a row of filthy metal cages were three of the most pathetic zoo animals I'd ever beheld: a zebra, a male albino lion, and some weird antelope thing I didn't know the name for. Someone had thrown the lion a sack of turnips, which he obviously didn't want to eat. The zebra and the antelope had each gotten a Styrofoam tray of hamburger meat. The zebra's mane was matted with chewing gum, like somebody had been spitting on it in their spare time. The antelope had a stupid silver birthday balloon tied to one of his horns that read OVER THE HILL! Apparently, nobody had wanted to get close enough to the lion to mess with him, but the poor thing was pacing around on soiled blankets, in a space way too small for him, panting from the stuffy heat of the trailer. He had flies buzzing around his pink eyes and his ribs showed through his white fur. "This is kindness?" Grover yelled. "Humane zoo transport?" He probably would've gone right back outside to beat up the truckers with his reed pipes, and we would've helped him, but just then the trucks engine roared to life, the trailer started shaking, and we were forced to sit down or fall down. We huddled in the corner on some mildewed feed sacks, trying to ignore the smell and the heat and the flies. Grover talked to the animals in a series of goat bleats, but they just stared at him sadly. Annabeth was in favor of breaking the cages and freeing them on the spot, but I pointed out it wouldn't do much good until the truck stopped moving. Besides, I had a feeling we might look a lot better to the lion than those turnips. I found a water jug and refilled their bowls, then Percy used Riptide to drag the mismatched food out of their cages. He gave the meat to the lion and the turnips to the zebra and the antelope. Grover calmed the antelope down, while I used my knife to cut the balloon off his horn. Annabeth wanted to cut the gum out of the zebra's mane, too, but we decided that would be too risky with the truck bumping around. We told Grover to promise the animals we'd help them more in the morning, then we settled in for night. Grover curled up on a turnip sack; Annabeth opened our bag of Double Stuff Oreos and nibbled on one halfheartedly; I tried to cheer myself up by concentrating on the fact that we were halfway to Los Angeles. Halfway to our destination. It was only June fourteenth. The solstice wasn't until the twenty-first. We could make it in plenty of time. On the other hand, I had no idea what to expect next. The gods kept toying with me. At least Hephaestus had the decency to be honest about it—he'd put up cameras and advertised me as entertainment. But even when the cameras weren't rolling, I had a feeling my quest was being watched. I was a source of amusement for the gods. And it wasn't helping knowing they're hurting my parents. Here I was risking my life for them and what are they doing? "Hey," Percy cooed, "We'll save them. No matter what. I promised you that." "Okay." Percy pulled me closer until I was resting on him. Annabeth cleared her throat. "Hey, sorry I wasn't much help back at the park... I could've helped getting you guys out... It's just..." She shuddered. "Spiders." "Because of the Arachne story," I guessed. "She got turned into a spider for challenging your mom to a weaving contest, right?" She nodded. "Arachne's children have been taking revenge on the children of Athena ever since. If there's a spider within a mile of me, it'll find me. I hate the creepy little things." "We're a team, remember?" Percy said. "Besides, Grover did the fancy flying. All we did was grab the shield." I thought he was asleep, but he mumbled from the corner, "I was pretty amazing, wasn't I?" Annabeth, Percy and I laughed. She pulled apart an Oreo, handed me and Percy a half each. "In the Iris message... did Luke really say nothing?" I munched my cookie and thought about how to answer. The conversation via rainbow had bothered me all evening. "Luke said you and he go way back. He also said Grover wouldn't fail this time. Nobody would turn into a pine tree." Percy answered. In the dim bronze light of the sword blade, it was hard to read their expressions. Grover let out a mournful bray. "I should've told you the truth from the beginning." His voice trembled. "I thought if you knew what a failure I was, you wouldn't want me along." "You were the satyr who tried to rescue Thalia, the daughter of Zeus." He nodded glumly. "And the other two half-bloods Thalia befriended, the ones who got safely to camp..." Percy looked at Annabeth. "That was you and Luke, wasn't it?" She put down her Oreo, uneaten. "Like you said, Percy, a seven-year-old half-blood wouldn't have made it very far alone. Athena guided me toward help. Thalia was twelve. Luke was fourteen. They'd both run away from home, like me. They were happy to take me with them. They were... amazing monster-fighters, even without training. We traveled north from Virginia without any real plans, fending off monsters for about two weeks before Grover found us." "I was supposed to escort Thalia to camp," he said, sniffling. "Only Thalia. I had strict orders from Chiron: don't do anything that would slow down the rescue. We knew Hades was after her, see, but I couldn't just leave Luke and Annabeth by themselves. I thought... I thought I could lead all three of them to safety. It was my fault the Kindly Ones caught up with us. I froze. I got scared on the way back to camp and took some wrong turns. If I'd just been a little quicker..." "Stop it," Annabeth said. "No one blames you. Thalia didn't blame you either." "She sacrificed herself to save us," he said miserably, "Her death was my fault. The Council of Cloven Elders said so." "Because you wouldn't leave two other half-bloods behind?" Percy said. "That's not fair." "Percy's right," Annabeth said. "I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for you, Grover. Neither would Luke. We don't care what the council says." Grover kept sniffling in the dark. "It's just my luck. I'm the lamest satyr ever, and I find the two most powerful half-bloods of the century, Thalia and Percy." "You're not lame," Annabeth insisted. "You've got more courage than any satyr I've ever met. Name one other who would dare go to the Underworld. I bet Percy is really glad you're here right now." She kicked me in the shin. "Yeah," I said, which I would've done even without the kick. "It's not luck that you found Thalia and Percy, Grover. You've got the biggest heart of any satyr ever. You're a natural searcher. That's why you'll be the one who finds Pan. I mean, you found me despite my scentlessness... is that a word?" Percy muffled a laugh. I heard a deep, satisfied sigh. I waited for Grover to say something, but his breathing only got heavier. When the sound turned to snoring, I realized he'd fallen sleep. "How does he do that?" I marveled. "I don't know," Annabeth said. "But that was really a nice thing you told him." "I meant it." We rode in silence for a few miles, bumping around on the feed sacks. The zebra munched a turnip. The lion licked the last of the hamburger meat off his lips and looked at me hopefully. Percy didn't take long to fall asleep. Annabeth rubbed her necklace like she was thinking deep, strategic thoughts. "That pine-tree bead," I said. "Is that from your first year?" She looked. She hadn't realized what she was doing. "Yeah," she said. "Every August, the counselors pick the most important event of the summer, and they paint it on that year's beads. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress—now that was a weird summer...." "And the college ring is your father's?" "That's none of your—" She stopped herself. "Yeah. Yeah, it is." "You don't have to tell me." "No... it's okay." She took a shaky breath. "My dad sent it to me folded up in a letter, two summers ago. The ring was, like, his main keepsake from Athena. He wouldn't have gotten through his doctoral program at Harvard without her.... That's a long story. Anyway, he said he wanted me to have it. He apologized for being a jerk, said he loved me and missed me. He wanted me to come home and live with him." "That doesn't sound so bad." "Yeah, well... the problem was, I believed him. I tried to go home for that school year, but my stepmom was the same as ever. She didn't want her kids put in danger by living with a freak. Monsters attacked. We argued. Monsters attacked. We argued. I didn't even make it through winter break. I called Chiron and came right back to Camp Half-Blood." She wouldn't meet my eyes. "Please. I'm not into self-inflicted pain." "You shouldn't give up," I told her. "You should write him a letter or something." "Thanks for the advice," she said coldly, "but my father's made his choice about who he wants to live with." We passed another few miles of silence. "Luke actually told me about you two coming to camp already." "Really?" She looked at me amazed. "You two must've gotten close fast." "Well, I don't know. I feel like I had to talk to Luke. Like I had to be there for him. The same with Percy." We have to be there for both "You're not wrong. I'm not sure how I'd be without your help." Percy yawned. "Yeah, I wouldn't have been able to handle him." Annabeth glared at him. I laughed, "I think you two are cute." Both of them blushed and said some excuse to disprove me. Which then turned into them showing off who's better than who. "If I'm dating anyone it'll be Y/N!" Both of them huffed and glared at each other. I shook my head and smiled. At least I've gotten new friends out of this. "So," Percy trailed off. "If the gods fight," he said, "will things line up the way they did with the Trojan War? Will it be Athena versus Poseidon?" Annabeth put her head against the backpack Ares had given us, and closed her eyes. "I don't know what my mom will do. I just know I'll fight next to you." "Why?" "Because Y/N will and whether I like it or not you're my friend, Seaweed Brain. Any more stupid questions?" "That's all Mr. Peabody." "Shut up, Droopy." I felt her rest on my shoulder and she fell asleep. "Am I that comfortable?" "Yeah," Percy laughed as he rested on my lap. I had trouble following their example, with Grover snoring and an albino lion staring hungrily at me, but eventually I closed my eyes. ~~~ I woke with a start. I was second one awake. Grover was talking to the antelope. "Morning?" "Everyone had the Y/N privilege except me?" "You fell asleep first." I stroked both Annabeth and Percy's hair, which unfortunately woke up Annabeth. "Sorry about that." "It's fine." She yawned. She brought out some Oreo and handed me one. Until the truck stopped. "They're checking the animals aren't they?" Annabeth froze. I shook Percy's shoulder. "The truck's stopped," I said. "We think they're coming to check on the animals." "Hide!" Annabeth hissed. She had it easy. She just put on her magic cap and disappeared. Grover, Percy and I had to dive behind feed sacks and hope we looked like turnips. The trailer doors creaked open. Sunlight and heat poured in. "Man!" one of the truckers said, waving his hand in front of his ugly nose. "I wish I hauled appliances." He climbed inside and poured some water from a jug into the animals' dishes. "You hot, big boy?" he asked the lion, then splashed the rest of the bucket right in the lion's face. The lion roared in indignation. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," the man said. Next to me, under the turnip sacks, Grover tensed. For a peace-loving herbivore, he looked downright murderous. The trucker threw the antelope a squashed-looking Happy Meal bag. He smirked at the zebra. "How ya doin', Stripes? Least we'll be getting rid of you this stop. You like magic shows? You're gonna love this one. They're gonna saw you in half!" The zebra, wild-eyed with fear, looked straight at us. There was a loud knock, knock, knock on the side of the trailer. The trucker inside with us yelled, "What do you want, Eddie?" A voice outside—it must've been Eddie's—shouted back, "Maurice? What'd ya say?" "What are you banging for?" Knock, knock, knock. Outside, Eddie yelled, "What banging?" Our guy Maurice rolled his eyes and went back outside, cursing at Eddie for being an idiot. A second later, Annabeth appeared next to me. She must've done the banging to get Maurice out of the trailer. She said, "This transport business can't be legal." "No kidding," Grover said. He paused, as if listening. "The lion says these guys are animal smugglers!" "We've got to free them!" Grover said. He and Annabeth both looked at Percy, waiting for his say. "Percy, open the lock." I snapped at his face. Outside, Eddie and Maurice were still yelling at each other, but I knew they'd be coming inside to torment the animals again any minute. He grabbed Riptide and slashed the lock off the zebra's cage. The zebra burst out. It turned to Percy and bowed. Grover held up his hands and said something to the zebra in goat talk, like a blessing. Just as Maurice was poking his head back inside to check out the noise, the zebra leaped over him and into the street. There was yelling and screaming and cars honking. We rushed to the doors of the trailer in time to see the zebra galloping down a wide boulevard lined with hotels and casinos and neon signs. We'd just released a zebra in Las Vegas. Maurice and Eddie ran after it, with a few policemen running after them, shouting, "Hey! You need a permit for that!" "Now would be a good time to leave," Annabeth said. "The other animals first," Grover said. I cut the locks with my knife which wasn't as easy as what Percy had done. Grover raised his hands and spoke the same goat-blessing he'd used for the zebra. "Good luck," I told the animals. The antelope and the lion burst out of their cages and went off together into the streets. Some tourists screamed. Most just backed off and took pictures, probably thinking it was some kind of stunt by one of the casinos. "Will the animals be okay?" I asked Grover. "I mean, the desert and all—" "Don't worry," he said. "I placed a satyr's sanctuary on them." "Meaning?" "Meaning they'll reach the wild safely," he said. "They'll find water, food, shade, whatever they need until they find a safe place to live." "Why can't you place a blessing like that on us?" I asked. "It only works on wild animals." "So it would only affect Percy," Annabeth reasoned. "Hey!" He protested. "Kidding," she said. "Come on. Let's get out of this filthy truck." We stumbled out into the desert afternoon. It was a hundred and ten degrees, easy, and we must've looked like deep-fried vagrants, but everybody was too interested in the wild animals to pay us much attention. We passed the Monte Carlo and the MGM. We passed pyramids, a pirate ship, and the Statue of Liberty, which was a pretty small replica, but still made me homesick. I wasn't sure what we were looking for. Maybe just a place to get out of the heat for a few minutes, find a sandwich and a glass of lemonade, make a new plan for getting west. We must have taken a wrong turn, because we found ourselves at a dead end, standing in front of the Lotus Hotel and Casino. The entrance was a huge neon flower, the petals lighting up and blinking. No one was going in or out, but the glittering chrome doors were open, spilling out air-conditioning that smelled like flowers—lotus blossom, maybe. I'd never smelled one, so I wasn't sure. The doorman smiled at us. "Hey, kids. You look tired. You want to come in and sit down?" I'd learned to be suspicious, the last week or so. I figured anybody might be a monster or a god. But my knife wasn't glowing so... I figured. Besides, I was so relieved to hear somebody who sounded sympathetic that I nodded and said we'd love to come in. Inside, we took one look around, and Grover said, "Whoa." The whole lobby was a giant game room. And I'm not talking about cheesy old Pac-Man games or slot machines. There was an indoor waterslide snaking around the glass elevator, which went straight up at least forty floors. There was a climbing wall on the side of one building, and an indoor bungee-jumping bridge. There were virtual-reality suits with working laser guns. And hundreds of video games, each one the size of a widescreen TV. Basically, you name it, this place had it. There were a few other kids playing, but not that many. No waiting for any of the games. There were waitresses and snack bars all around, serving every kind of food you can imagine. "Hey!" a bellhop said. At least I guessed he was a bellhop. He wore a white-and-yellow Hawaiian shirt with lotus designs, shorts, and flip-flops. "Welcome to the Lotus Casino. Here's your room key." I stammered, "Um, but..." "No, no," he said, laughing. "The bill's taken care of. No extra charges, no tips. Just go on up to the top floor, loom 4001. If you need anything, like extra bubbles for the hot tub, or skeet targets for the shooting range, or whatever, just call the front desk. Here are your Lotus Cash cards. They work in the restaurants and on all the games and rides." He handed us each a green plastic credit card. I knew there must be some mistake. Obviously he thought we were some millionaire's kids. But I took the card and said, "How much is on here?" His eyebrows knit together. "What do you mean?" "I mean, when does it run out of cash?" He laughed. "Oh, you're making a joke. Hey, that's cool. Enjoy your stay." We took the elevator upstairs and checked out our room. It was a suite with three separate bedrooms and a bar stocked with candy, sodas, and chips. A hotline to room service. Fluffy towels and water beds with feather pillows. A big-screen television with satellite and high-speed Internet. The balcony had its own hot tub, and sure enough, there was a skeet-shooting machine and a shotgun, so you could launch clay pigeons right out over the Las Vegas skyline and plug them with your gun. I didn't see how that could be legal, but I thought it was pretty cool. The view over the Strip and the desert was amazing, though I doubted we'd ever find time to look at the view with a room like this. "Oh, goodness," Annabeth said. "This place is ..." "Sweet," Grover said. "Absolutely sweet." There were clothes in the closet, and they fit me. I frowned, thinking that this was a little strange. I took a shower, which felt awesome after a week of grimy travel. I changed clothes, ate a bag of chips, drank three Cokes, and came out feeling better than I had in a long time. Search and find them Huh? Look for them and warn them I came out of the bedroom and found that Annabeth, Percy and Grover had also showered and changed clothes. Grover was eating potato chips to his heart's content, Percy looked like he was having a headache, while Annabeth cranked up the National Geographic Channel. "Percy you okay?" "Yeah it's just.... All those stations," he told Annabeth, "and she turn on National Geographic." "It's interesting." "I feel good," Grover said. "I love this place." Without his even realizing it, the wings sprouted out of his shoes and lifted him a foot off the ground, then back down again. "So what now?" Annabeth asked. "Sleep?" Percy and I looked at each other and grinned. We both held up our green plastic Lotus Cash cards. "Play time," I said. I couldn't remember the last time I had so much fun. I came from a relatively poor family. Our idea of a splurge was eating out at Burger King and renting a video. A five-star Vegas hotel? Forget it. I spent most of my time playing and... looking for someone I think. I bungee-jumped the lobby five or six times, snowboarded the artificial ski slope, and played virtual-reality laser tag and FBI sharpshooter. I saw Grover a few times, going from game to game. He really liked the reverse hunter thing—where the deer go out and shoot the rednecks. I saw Annabeth playing trivia games and other brainiac stuff. They had this huge 3-D sim game where you build your own city, and you could actually see the holographic buildings rise on the display board. I didn't think much of it, but Annabeth loved it. Percy was playing with Grover. I'm not sure when I first realized something was wrong. Probably, it was when I noticed the guy standing next to me at VR sharpshooters. He was about thirteen, I guess, but his clothes were weird. I thought he was some Elvis impersonator's son. He wore bell-bottom jeans and a red T-shirt with black piping, and his hair was permed and gelled like a New Jersey girl's on homecoming night. When he saw me he gave a smirk and invited me to play a game of sharpshooters together and he said, "Groovy, man. Been here two weeks, and the games keep getting better and better." Groovy? Later, while we were talking, I said something was "sick," and he looked at me kind of startled, as if he'd never heard the word used that way before. He said his name was Darrin, but as soon as I started asking him questions he got bored with me and started to go back to the computer screen. I said, "Hey, Darrin?" "What?" "What year is it?" He frowned at me. "In the game?" "No. In real life." He had to think about it. "1977." "No," I said, getting a little scared. "Really." "Hey, man. Bad vibes. I got a game happening." After that he totally ignored me. I started talking to people, and I found it wasn't easy. They were glued to the TV screen, or the video game, or their food, or whatever. I found a guy who told me it was 1985. Another guy told me it was 1993. They all claimed they hadn't been in here very long, a few days, a few weeks at most. They didn't really know and they didn't care. Then it occurred to me: how long had I been here? It seemed like only a couple of hours, but was it? I then tried to move, but I bumped into a girl. "I'm sorry!" She said. "Hey, no prob." "Oh... uhm... No prob?" "I--- No problem. Say Uh... I kinda lost track of date. What's the year again?" "Huh? It's 1930. Okay, I'm sorry I have to go. I'm looking for someone." Everyone is important in our story "Did you say something?" I go by Y/N L/N, you'll find the one you're looking for at the zombie shooting game. I left her alone and confused. I didn't know why. But I knew now this place is wrong. I tried to remember why we were here. We were going to Los Angeles. We were supposed to find the entrance to the Underworld. My parents... for a scary second, I had trouble remembering their names. I had to save them. I found Percy first. "There's something wrong." We said at the same time. "Years?" He asked. I nodded. We then looked for the others. We found Annabeth still building her city. "Come on," Percy told her. "We've got to get out of here." No response. I shook her. "Annabeth?" She looked up, annoyed. "What? "We need to leave." "Leave? What are you talking about? I've just got the towers—" "This place is a trap." She didn't respond until I shook her again. "What?" "Listen. The Underworld. Our quest!" "Oh, come on, Percy. Just a few more minutes." "Annabeth, there are people here from 1977. Kids who have never aged. You check in, and you stay forever." "So?" she asked. "Can you imagine a better place?" I grabbed her wrist and yanked her away from the game. "Hey!" She screamed and hit me, but nobody else even bothered looking at us. They were too busy. I made her look directly in my eyes. I said, "Spiders. Large, hairy spiders." That jarred her. Her vision cleared. "Oh my gods," she said. "How long have we—" "I don't know, but we've got to find Grover." We went searching, and found him still playing Virtual Deer Hunter. "Grover!" we both shouted. He said, "Die, human! Die, silly polluting nasty person!" "Grover!" He turned the plastic gun on me and started clicking, as if I were just another image from the screen. I looked at Percy, and together we took Grover by the arms and dragged him away. His flying shoes sprang to life and started tugging his legs in the other direction as he shouted, "No! I just got to a new level! No!" The Lotus bellhop hurried up to us. "Well, now, are you ready for your platinum cards?" "We're leaving," I told him. "Such a shame," he said, and I got the feeling that he really meant it, that we'd be breaking his heart if we went. "We just added an entire new floor full of games for platinum-card members." He held out the cards, and I wanted one. I knew that if I took one, I'd never leave. I'd stay here, happy forever, playing games forever, and soon I'd forget my parents, and our quest, and maybe even my own name. I'd be playing virtual rifleman with groovy Disco Darrin forever. Grover reached for the card, but Annabeth yanked back his arm and said, "No, thanks." We walked toward the door, and as we did, the smell of the food and the sounds of the games seemed to get more and more inviting. I thought about our room upstairs. We could just stay the night, sleep in a real bed for once.... Then we burst through the doors of the Lotus Casino and ran down the sidewalk. It felt like afternoon, about the same time of day we'd gone into the casino, but something was wrong. The weather had completely changed. It was stormy, with heat lightning flashing out in the desert. I ran to the nearest newspaper stand and read the year first. Thank the gods, it was the same year it had been when we went in. Then I noticed the date: June twentieth. We had been in the Lotus Casino for five days. We had only one day left until the summer solstice. One day to complete our quest.

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PLAYING WITH FIRE

Not quite sure how to put this into words, but someone else needs to know what I know. This story can save so many people and I won’t feel right until it’s consumed by as many as possible. I can’t express how many times I’ve tried to get this out. I almost even gave up on it, but God wouldn’t let me. So, let me make another attempt at it - this is how I escaped the devil:

It was a Friday night, April 5th, 2019.

I’m at El Rey on U street, having a few cold ones by myself. Just got off work, taking it easy...

Then, I end up running into and old “friend” I used to hangout with. Known him for about 7 years at the time: (Dave) - tall, black, dreads, above average build.

After a couple of drinks, he asks if I want to hangout at one of his friends house. Said we can smoke there and that she has a lot of drugs.

So I accepted cuz I was originally going to let the night unravel on it’s own and it didn’t sound like such a bad idea at the time.

It was a habitual routine I developed during my heartache…

I’d go out alone, run into a group of people I knew, bar hop ‘til we ended up at an after hours spot (or someone’s place) and shamelessly sleep my next day away.

So we get to the front of his friend’s building and it’s like a 60sumn-year-old lady:

(Robin) - fat, white, short, blue hair, top row gold grill and “ride or die bitch” tattooed on the back of her neck (amongst a couple others, but that one stood out most cuz it was in my face, while she was unlocking her apartment door).

At first, I thought it was a descriptive-type of tattoo. Like, she was saying that that’s what she was.

But in retrospect, it was almost like it was something she was saying to me - you’ll see what I mean later, if you don’t get it now.

Oblivious to what was about to happen next, I continued to walk through that door...

Something felt off, but I just figured it would be something low-level weird.

I’m always seeing signs that show somebody dabbles in magic or the dark arts, but I figured “if I’m not actively practicing divinity or doing weird rituals, it won’t personally affect me…if I don’t create a ceremonial invitation, then I’ll be okay.”

Now, I’ve already had a good amount of spiritual experiences at this point (good and bad), but for some reason I just didn’t think anything like this would happen…at least not to me.

I thought I had it all figured out, cuz I thought I’d seen it all - or at least enough.

I should’ve known though…I was just so emotionally numb at the time, I was doing anything to feel anything.

I mean aesthetically, she looked like she’d have a few good stories or something. Needless to say by now, but I ignored the red flags.

So, moving forward...

We walk in, sit on the couch, watch skate videos and start breaking down.

After a few minutes of small talk, they offer me some acid from a vile. Emphasizing how it was very high grade stuff - but I didn’t need much convincing anyway.

I was very into psychedelics and considered myself extremely experienced in that realm.

But just because I did it a lot, didn’t mean I was. You couldn’t tell me I wasn’t though.

It was usually my go-to for when I needed that unrivaled escape from reality.

So yeah, I took the witch’s brew thinking it was something I considered fun.

Once it starts to kick in, I can feel her beginning to stare at me from the end of the room - with a big grin on her face.

She then suggested that I take my jacket off cuz I’m going to end up getting really hot, and cackled like it was the funniest thing the world to say.

It was something she said a couple of times too. At first I didn’t know exactly what she meant, I just thought she was a basket case - but she was implying that I was going to end up in Hell…you’ll see what I mean.

A few moments go by and they suggest we move the party to the rooftop cuz her place was limiting and we could see more from up there.

Plus, she wanted to blow bubbles…and I figured “tripping indoors is boring anyway, why not?”

Now because I took my jacket off and left it in her apartment, I began shivering after a while.

I didn’t expect for it to be that windy, I wanted a nice little breeze.

So she says she’ll get me one, cuz she had to go in for more soap anyway - comes back and asks to put this fur coat on me.

It was a nice coat, so I let her.

So I’m cozy now and she gives me a tour, showing me the cool visible parts of the city.

Telling me not to be afraid of my true potential and that I can obtain everything I want.

I was feeling pretty good about those words, until I thought “that sounds familiar…what if she isn’t speaking in general?” - but I just chalked it up to her being an old hippy.

She then grabs my arm and tells me to look at this red wall, as we walk to the other side of the building. I figured it’d be something visually enticing she was trying to share, but this was going to be her first attempt at hypnosis.

She asked if it felt like my soul was being massaged - encouraging me to ride it out. Essentially, trying to get me to put my guard down, saying “this is where dreams become reality.”

Then, I began seeing holographic outlines of people in the wall. The traces reminded me of a glowing snail trail.

Right after, I saw myself turn into a block of flesh and almost being slid into the wall if I stared any longer.

But like I woke up in one of those falling dreams, I snapped out of it.

With a laugh attached, she says “damn, almost!”

And that’s when I stopped letting myself be completely naive. The veil was clearly being lifted before me and I needed to be alert. It’s just, I had this slight muffle surrounding my common sense.

Now I knew hallucinogens were considered sorcery in the Bible, but I figured - one more time won’t hurt. It’s not like I wasn’t still smoking and drinking.

It’s just crazy, cuz it was after learning about what the fallen angels taught us, is when I decide trip again.

I blatantly chose to play with fire and defy God that night.

See, these hypnotic spells are telepathic contracts. Once the manipulator is installing a vision, it’s at the last second where it becomes your choice to see what happens next.

It nudges at your curiosity, feeling like it’s a part of the trip you’re supposed to let ride out.

But every time I almost did, my heart wasn’t having it and I’d snap out of it again.

Every time she would cast a spell, I could feel my soul almost getting pulled out - with a malicious presence surrounding me.

The goosebumps I got from this thing, felt like it was ready to defile me in every way possible.

In disbelief that what I thought might be happening, wasn’t - I tell myself “let me not cause a ruckus for no reason, I am trippin’ after all. Think of something positive.”

But now my eyes are shifting everywhere, cuz I keep getting a glimpse of whatever’s approaching.

Even with that many peculiarities, something kept me in denial.

Still though, she tries another set-up and tells me to look at how high up we are, as she gestured for me to look down from the rail. As if I didn’t already know, but I go cuz I also didn’t want to be rude.

So I grab the rail and lean over…

(Dave) says “don’t let go,” giving me this wide-eyed look with a smile and said “you feel it, don’t you?”

Then just like that, my heart jumped and my mind began getting flashes of demonic symbols and images like subliminal messages.

My vision was about to go black, like the circle closing at the end of a cartoon…until I snapped out of it and backed up with my head on a swivel, angrily questioning them.

That’s when I caught (Dave) behind me, quickly hiding his hands.

Now I’m on survival mode and it feels like I can’t even make a step without risking my soul. I can feel that I’m being made a fool out of, but of course they gaslight me and try to calm me down…

I still didn’t want to believe I was in this kind of mess, but I’d be naive to let all that slide so easily.

So with caution, I’m trying to plan my escape - playing it as cool as I can, but my body is getting heavier by the second.

She then lifts her speaker and says “listen to these different frequencies, it can change your mood.”

I really wasn’t trying to listen, because I needed to leave and I didn’t trust her at all now. Especially not with anything sound related.

But then out of nowhere, I hear a distorted garble come out of the speaker and hit my ear.

I said “huh!?”

Then (Dave) was like “oh, you heard that...?”

I looked away and acted oblivious, cuz I felt that if they knew I could hear that, they’d bring out the big guns.

(Dave) laughed, saying to Robin “wait, he still don’t know what this is yet?”

Unintentionally, or intentionally letting me know.

So I tried to leave and they started laughing. Trying so hard to keep me there…

(Dave) said “you already ‘bouta do it, it’s better this way anyway.”

Then he was like “look at my hands, this shit trippy, right?”

Followed by him creating an infinity symbol with his waving hands.

Now this infinity symbol was made of light and floating in mid-air in front of him after he did it.

Right after that, he did the hermaphrodite/goat-headed deity’s pose, flipping his hands and head perfectly in a stiff dance.

Which then caused me to see it’s true form in my minds eye. I snap out of it once again, trying to get a hold of my reality.

Once I can see them again, it’s like time stood still and only I could move.

I’d look around and they’d be frozen.

At this time, I can hear them having two conversations, simultaneously.

All I caught was (Dave) say “he can’t hear us in this plane.”

Then as he slowly got up - like I was tuning through a radio, I hear a screeching static clear up. The sound then becomes like an electronic bleating and bellowing from a goat, in-sync, surrounding him.

At this moment, I’m a part of their their collective conscious conversation - essentially telepathy.

Then they began letting me know who they were.

Saying that they were angels, that they were around before us and that I can be like them.

The whole time they were talking to me, they were trying to weaken and hypnotize me with hand signs - trying to convince me. Thing is, when they did try to convince me, they’d always talk around the subject at hand - but once you know what the subject is, the situation becomes clear.

A lot of people might think they’d get physical and get out of there. I just don’t think they’d understand how it is fighting sleep paralysis, awake.

I also knew that one false move would take me to the ‘sunken place.’

I knew I couldn’t just stand there though, but right before I grab the door to get to the elevator, (Dave) says “okay, you gon’ be waiting on that elevator forever; this is a REAL trip…c’mon, I thought you liked this shit.”

Mockingly he asked “yeah, I guess you gon’ think twice about taking LSD again huh?”

I was thinking in my head “fuck, did I really just lose my soul? Is this how it happens? Is this where it all ends?”

I thought that was it, so I was about to give in and accept the offer - see what benefits I could get, if any.

Then from there, every time we almost sealed the deal, I would feel a hungry fire approach me from behind.

The one time I decided to look for where it was coming from, I got a vision with an orange blur in it - slowly materializing, until I could make something out of it. With the bit that I saw, I knew it was me being swallowed by fire and not dying.

Immediately after, almost as if I had touched the flames themselves, I yelled in confusion “wait, what? No! Jesus Christ is my Lord and Savior!”

To which (Dave) nonchalantly responds “okay, you do that...that [N-word] died a long time ago.”

I look at him with disgust and continued to pray.

Telling God that He would never abandon His children if they encountered evil and that if there was a way for Him to save me to do it.

(Dave) says that I’m blowing his trip and leaves to the gas station.

At this time I could’ve left, but I still didn’t want to be alone in an elevator with him.

So as I’m praying, I begin to feel the dark grip they had on my heart loosen up. It was like my heart was pumping electricity throughout my body, then all around it. I could feel the forcefield - Christ had arrived and I could move my body freely. No more fear in taking the wrong step.

So on (Dave’s) way back, (Robin) announces it and says let’s go downstairs and get him. That’s when I hear (Dave) say - not yell, “open up” from all the way downstairs and I was amazed...I was like “wait, can he still hear me?”

With him responding “DUH! Damn, you some shit!” and continued on his way.

So if I was to leave, this was going to be my chance.

In the elevator she tries enchanting me again, but I rebuked every attempt.

I’m trying to maintain focus the best that I can, so I don’t slip - which made this elevator ride unnecessarily more intense than it needed to be.

Once the elevator door finally opens, I see (Dave’s) silhouette behind a thick glass rail, carrying an ominous slouch.

Walking towards me, he notices that I’ve calmed down. So when he sees my face, he smiles and asks “oh, you’re good now?”

I replied “I am and I’m not with the goofy shit y’all up to - I’m gettin’ the fuck outta here.”

So as I’m walking towards the exit, he yells “that’s not the way out!”

To where I respond “fuck y’all!”

You would’ve thought I opened the door before touching it, the way I left out so fast.

As that door closed, I did a little jog to get across the street.

But a few seconds later, I feel this tingle in the back of my brain, as though it had neck hairs that stood up.

I look over my shoulder and noticed he decided to follow me…of course. Shortly after I noticed him - with that bull-like slouch, he started running.

Now I was a little ahead of him, so I didn’t start running yet. I had to make sure I knew where I was going before exerting my energy.

Every time I moved my head, I could feel the tingle coming from his direction.

So there was no losing him - but I am fast.

I couldn’t call a ride because my phone was dead and I couldn’t go to anyone’s house at the time, cuz it was around 5am now.

As (Dave) got closer, I felt my vision going black and my body getting heavy again. A lot stronger this time…time to kick it into high gear.

Once it clicks into my head that the easiest place to catch a taxi in such a heated moment would be in Adams Morgan, an opportunity presented itself.

Ahead of me was a crosswalk and the orange hand was counting down it’s last seconds. Everything I ever learned told me I wasn’t going to make it, but I wasn’t going to stop running either.

So when my foot lands off the sidewalk, is when the cars to my left and right begin to move.

That’s when everything moved in-slow-motion…and a burst of energy launched me across the street.

I’ll remember that moment as my own Air Jordan.

That moment bought me time, but he kept going too. This is when I start hearing echoed garbles crawl off buildings and jump into my ear “you acting like a bitch - come back!”

Perfectly as if he was next to me…I look behind me and it’s like he hasn’t broke a sweat. Completely focused.

From the gas station diagonal to the 9:30 Club, to the McDonald’s in Adam’s Morgan.

My body wanted to give out most of the way, but soul wouldn’t allow it.

I just had to keep running until I found a taxi - which I did.

That’s when (Dave) caught up, yelling “you look like an unk right now!” cuz 4 taxis stopped for me in that intersection.

To where I respond “I don’t give a fuck, I made it out alive!”

I get in the car and tell the taxi driver to drive towards Maryland, that I’ll give him the address on the highway.

Finally, after surviving a living nightmare, I made it home.

I went to my room, played some worship music, got on my knees and wrung myself out of tears to Christ.

Afraid to sleep because I knew they could contact me in my dreams.

So I didn’t until the drug wore off in the afternoon the next day…

I even felt that burn on my back as if it was sunburn for the next couple of weeks.

I’m so grateful to still be alive, because I’m 100% positive I’d be in Hell (with something else in my vessel) if I didn’t call on God that night.

It was like I was tiptoeing on a needlepoint to keep my soul.

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cardest · 4 years ago

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Tennessee playlist

I’m going to Memphis! This is the mighty Tennessee - Memphis & Nashville playlist. You can’t tell the story of rock n roll without mentioning Memphis. Mississippi and Nashville, such a great history of music in this region. Chuck D hits things off with the ultimate introduction. Hit play here: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL-iHPcxymC1_X9nesbW37-9FNLiJWOQ1f

This playlist has it all. Soul, blues and rock n roll. We take a journey back to the beginning of country as well, with Nashville and finish up at Dollywood. Hope you dig it.

Tennessee - Mississippi - Arkansas

001 Henry Rollins & Chuck D - Rise Above 002 Clutch - Devil & Me 003 Paul Simon - Graceland 004 Isaac Hayes - Memphis Trax 005 Scott Walker - Thats How I Got to Memphis 006 AC/DC - let there be rock 007 Johnny Cash - Country Boy 008 Chuck Berry - Back To Memphis 009 Jay Reatard - Gree, Money, Useless Children 010 Lukah - Black Dragon 011 King Curtis - Memphis Soul Stew 012 Rosetta Howard & the Harlem Hamfats - Delta Bound 013 Nots - In Glass 014 Pere Ubu - Memphis 015 Loretta Lynn - The Pill 016 Howlin Wolf - Smokestack Lightnin 017 Rory Gallagher - The Mississippi Sheiks 018 Crime and the City Solution - Streets Of West Memphis 019 River City Tanlines - Met You Before 020 Johnny Cash - Going To Memphis 021 Al Green - Get Back Baby 022 Kim Salmon & The Surrealists - The Zipper 023 Booker T & the MG - Melting Pot 024 Pussycat - Mississippi 025 Boswell Sisters - Roll On, Mississippi, Roll On 026 Aretha Franklin - Muddy Water 027 The Cramps - Garbageman 028 HASH REDACTOR - Good Sense 029 Optic Sink - Personified 030 Angry Angles - Blockhead 031 Big Star - Thirteen 032 Memphis Jug Band - Going Back to Memphis 033 North Mississippi AllStars - K.C. Jones (On The Road Again) 034 Bass Drum Of Death - Bad Reputation 035 Today Is the Day - The Devil's Blood 036 Walk the Line Soundtrack- Get Rhythm 037 Jack White - Temporary Ground 038 Jerry Lee Lewis - A Damn Good Country Song 039 The Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Rumors 040 Saving Abel - Pine Mountain (The Dance of the Poor Proud Man) 041 The Oxford Circle - Foolish Woman 042 Bobbie Gentry - Greyhound Goin' Somewhere 043 Reigning Sound - A Little More Time 044 NINA SIMONE - MISSISSIPPI GODDAM! 045 Laurie Anderson - Hiawatha 046 Glen Campbell - Burning Bridges 047 Dolly Parton - Hillbilly Willy 048 Elvis Presley - Guitar Man 049 Blue Oyster Cult - Divine Wind 050 Sammy Hagar - Halfway To Memphis 051 Izzy Stradlin - Memphis 052 Johnny Cash - Run Softly, Blue River 053 Iron Horse - Unchained 054 The Cramps - Human Fly 055 Faces - Memphis 056 Jack Oblivian - Rat City 057 The Cooters - Bustin' Loose 058 Mott the Hoople - All The Way From Memphis 059 Dusty Springfield - Breakfast in Bed 060 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Tupelo 061 Chicago - Blues In The Night 062 Crossin Dixon - Guitar Slinger 063 Strummin' With The Devil - And the Cradle Will Rock 064 Stray Cats - Can't Go Back to Memphis 065 Elvis Presley - Suspicious Minds 066 Suzi Quatro - Can't Trust Love 067 Lost Sounds - There's Nothing 068 Ike & Tina Turner ~ River Deep, Mountain High 069 Neil Diamond - Memphis Flyer 070 Julien Baker - hardline 071 The Jon Spencer Blues Explosion - Memphis Soul Typecast 072 Isaac Hayes - Groove-A-Thon 073 Otis Clay - Trying To Live My Life Without You 074 Tim McGraw - Don't Mention Memphis 075 Eric Burdon & War - Blues For Memphis Slim 076 Homemade Jamz Blues Band - Blues Train 077 Sweet Knives - I DON'T WANNA DIE 078 Cream - Four Until Late 079 Grateful Dead - Golden Road 080 Huey Lewis and the NEWS - Function At The Junction 081 The Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 082 Jesse Winchester_ The Brand New Tennessee Waltz 083 Dorsey Burnette - Tall Oak Tree 084 Field Music - Time In Joy 085 Jay Reatard - Blood Visions 086 The Rolling Stones - Honky Tonk Women 087 Quintron & Miss Pussycat - Block the comet 088 Al Green - Let's Stay Together 089 The Mountain Goats - Getting Into Knives 090 Johnny Cash - Tennessee Flat Top Box 091 Robert Pete Williams & Robert â€œGuitar" J. Welch - Mississippi Heavy Water Blues 092 MARY JAMES - MAKE THE DEVIL LEAVE ME ALONE 093 Ministry - Mississippi Queen 094 U.S. Bombs - Rocks in Memphis 095 Nazareth - Jet Lag 096 The Bar-Kays - Holy Ghost 097 Ty Segall - Despoiler Of Cadaver 098 His Hero Is Gone - Like Weeds 099 Jerry Lee Lewis - Memphis Beat 100 Generation X = King Rocker 101 The Doobie Brothers - Wild Ride 102 Bad Company - Whiskey Bottle 103 Black Stone Cherry - When The Weight Comes Down 104 Buddy Miles - Memphis Train 105 Memphis Slim - Rockin' The House (Beer Drinkin' Woman) 106 David Clayton Thomas - Wish The World Would Come to Memphis 107 Lost Sounds - Better Than Somethings 108 Alice Cooper - Ubangi Stomp 109 Tom Waits - Don't Go Into The Barn 110 Hank Snow - Music Makin' Mama From Memphis 111 Phil Ochs - Heres to the State of Misssippi 112 Reigning Sound - Your Love Is A Fine Thing 113 Pixies - Letter to Memphis 114 Bob Dylan - Stuck Inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues Again 115 The Colorblind James Experience - Considering A Move To Memphis 116 B.B.King - Rock Me Baby 117 Carla Thomas - B-A-B-Y 118 Aquarian Blood - A Love That Leads To War 119 Nights Like These - Scavenger's Daughter 120 Rufus Thomas - Walking the Dog 121 Clutch - The House That Peterbilt 122 Lyal Strickland - O Arkansas 123 Don Bryant - How Do I Get There 124 The Sensational Barnes Brothers - Trying To Go Home 125 Squirrel Nut Zippers - Memphis Exorcism 126 Faster Pussycat - Tattoo 127 The Rolling Stones - Memphis Tennessee 128 Alcatrazz - Sons And Lovers 129 Evil Army - Violence And War 130 Deep Purple - Somebody Stole My Guitar (Purpendicular 11) 131 Dwight Yoakam - Guitars, Cadillacs 132 UFO - Natural Thing 133 Thunderbridge Bluegrass Boys - Tennessee 134 Confederate Railroad - Queen of Memphis 135 The Box Tops - The Letter 136 Jerry Lee Lewis - Night Train To Memphis 137 Reverend John Wilkins - Trouble 138 Phil Lynott - Kings Call (feat. Mark Knopfler) 139 Old Crow Medicine Show - Motel in Memphis 140 Candy Lee- Here in Arkansas 141 Pharoah Sanders - You've Got To Have Freedom 142 Molly Hatchet - Mississippi Moon Dog 143 Rwake - Crooked Rivers 144 CARL PERKINS & PAUL SIMON - A Mile Out Of Memphis 145 Eddie Floyd - Knock On Wood 146 Al Green - Talk to me 147 Mush - Eat the Etiquette 148 PJ Harvey - Memphis 149 EX-CULT - Clinical Study 150 Isaac Hayes - Mans Temptation 151 Lil’ Jon & Eastside Boyz - Rep Yo City 152 Rufus Wainwright - Memphis Skyline 153 Stray Cats - 18 Miles to Memphis 154 Amasa Hines - Earth and Sky 155 Joe Henderson - Back Road 156 Bastard Sons of Johnny Cash - Memphis Woman 157 Norma Jean - Memphis Will Be Laid To Waste 158 Fess Parker - Ballad of Davy Crockett 159 Assjack - Redneck Ride 160 Brother Andy & His Big Damn Mouth - Social Lube 161 The Replacements - Alex Chilton 162 Ann Peebles - The handwriting is on the wall 163 The Highwaymen - Big River 164 The Cult - Memphis Hip Shake 165 STEVE EARLE - Hillbilly Highway 166 The BO-KEYS featuring OTIS CLAY -Got To Get Back 167 Rush - Tom Sawyer 168 Class Of '55: Memphis Rock & Roll Homecoming - Birth Of Rock And Roll 169 Hank Williams Jr - Memphis Belle 170 Sam Moore & Dave Prater - Soul Man 171 Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark - Bloc Bloc Bloc 172 Kenny Rogers & The First Edition - Just Dropped In 173 Linda Heck - pictures of dead people 174 Carla Thomas - Sugar 175 Three Mafia 6 - Mystic Stylez 176 Osborne Brothers- Rocky Top 177 The Beverly Hillbillies Theme Song 178 Wilson Pickett - Barefootin' 179 Dolly Parton - Jolene 180 Charlie Daniels - long haired country boy 181 The Civil Wars - From This Valley 182 Jill Jack - Gettin' On In Memphis (The Elvis Song) 183 Huckleberry Finn and His Friends - Opening title 184 Dead Cross - Skin of a Redneck 185 Johnny Cash - I Never Picked Cotton 186 Old Crow Medicine Show - Wagon Wheel 187 Isaac Hayes - That love feeling 188 Aretha Franklin - I say a little prayer 189 Little Milton - What Do You Do When You Love Somebody 190 Howlin' Wolf - Spoonful 191 Weird Al" Yankovic - Money For Nothing / Beverly Hillbillies 192 The Oblivians - I'll Be Gone 193 OT Sykes - Stone crush on you 194 The Mad Lads - Come closer to me 195 The Box Tops - Choo Choo train 196 Bobby Blue Bland - dreamer 197 Wanda Jackson - Rip It Up 198 Junior Parker - Love Ain't Nothin' but a Business Goin' On 199 The Nightingales ft. Tommy Tate - Just a Little Overcome 200 The Louvin Brothers - Satan is real 201 Overture "Big River" - (1985 Original Broadway Cast) 202 Ike & Tina Turner - Shake 203 Playa Fly - fly shit 204 Adia Victoria - Different Kind Of Love 205 Grateful Dead - Tennessee Jed 206 Red Hot Chili Peppers - Backwoods 207 Otis Redding - Tennessee Waltz 208 Nashville Pussy - The Late Great USA 209 The Paperhead - The true poet 210 Tomahawk - South Paw 211 Night Beats - Her Cold Cold Heart 212 Forest of Tygers - human monster 213 LOSS - All Grows on Tears 214 Charlie McCoy - Wayfaring Stranger 215 Dick Stusso - Modern Music 216 Eddie Noack - Aint the Reaping Ever Done 217 Jason & the Scorchers - Greetings From Nashville 218 Jasmin Kaset and Quichenight - A Single Right Word 219 Gospel Keynotes - Give Me My Flowers 220 WEEN - Scrape the Mucus off My Brain 221 Shannon Shaw - Broke My Own 222 The Jesus Lizard - Blue Shot 223 Eddy Arnold - Tennessee Stud 224 Clutch - Pure Rock Fury 225 Today Is The Day - Who Is The Black Angel? 226 Hank Williams Jnr - Tennessee River 227 The Dead Weather - Bone House 228 Every Mother's Nightmare - Long Haired Country Boy 229 Motley Crue - She goes down 230 Waylon Jennings - Tennessee 231 Dolly Parton - Down On Music Row 232 Jello Biafra & Mojo Nixon - Lets Go Burn Ole Nashville Down 233 The Byrds - Nashville West 234 Sharon Van Etten - Every Time the Sun Comes Up 235 Bill Anderson ~ More Than A Bedroom Thing 236 Dottie West - Route 65 To Nashville 237 Intruder - The Martyr 238 Johnny Cash - Smiling Bill McCall 239 Lynard Skynyrd - Workin For MCA 240 The Everly Brothers - Nashville Blues 241 Nancy Sinatra & Lee Hazlewood - Elusive Dreams 242 Nashville Bluegrass Band - Im Gonna Love You 243 Ringo Starr - No-No Song 244 Hank Williams - Hey, Good Lookin' 245 The Lovin Spoonful - Nashville Cats 246 They Might Be Giants - James K. Polk 247 Commander Cody - Back To Tennessee 248 Wanda Jackson - Shakin' All Over 249 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Grand Ole Opry Song 250 Tomahawk - Flashback 251 Megadeth - Dystopia 252 Dolly Parton - Train, Train 253 The Clovers - One Mint Julep 254 Trampled By Turtles - Whiskey 255 Tom T. Hall - Nashville is a Groovy Little Town 256 Muddy Waters - I am the blues 257 Foo Fighters - Congregation 258 Pavement - Strings Of Nashville 259 Joe Ely - Tennessees Not The State Im In 260 Waylon Jennings - Nashville Bum 261 The Charmels - As Long As I Got You 262 Eve Maret - Do my thing 263 SABATON - 82nd All the Way 264 Halfway To Hazard - Welcome To Nashville 265 Nashville Pussy - Go Motherfucker Go 266 Indigo Girls - Nashville 267 Snarls - Walk In The Woods 268 Steeler - Cold Day in Hell 269 Strummin' With The Devil - Jamies Cryin' 270 spazz gummo love theme 271 The Cramps - Cornfed Dames 272 Saxon - Solid Ball Of Rock 273 Al Green - Tired of Being Alone 274 Soul Friction - It's Out Of My Hands 275 Today Is the Day - Wheelin' 276 Jackie Lynn - Odessa 277 The Jesus Lizard - Nub 278 Bully - Where To Start 279 Sonny Boy Williamson II - Lonesome Cabin 280 Tomahawk - God hates a coward 281 The Louvin Brothers - Knoxville Girl 282 Tom Waits - Jitterbug Boys 283 The Evil Dead Soundtrack - Bridge Out 284 Wanda Jackson - Thunder On The Mountain 285 Elvis Presley - Where Do I Go From Here 286 Booker T & the MGs - Back Home 287 Ezra Furman & the Harpoons - American Highway 288 Joe Ely - dream camera 289 Assjack - Tennessee Driver 290 Nashville Pussy - We Want A War 291 Dwight Yoakam - A Thousand Miles From Nowhere 292 Hank Williams, Jr. - Knoxville Courthouse Blues 293 ZZ Top - My Head's in Mississippi 294 Nitty Gritty Dirt Band - Honky Tonkin' 295 Dead Weather - Die by the Drop 296 The Black Belles - What can I do 297 Dolly Parton - Cowgirl And The Dandy 298 The Secret Sisters - I've Got a Feeling 299 Justin Townes Earle - Aint Got No Money 300 Tomahawk - M.E.A.T 301 Jex Thoth - The Places You Walk 302 Bill Carter - Road To Nowhere 303 Bill Dees (Roy Orbison back vocals) - Tennesse Owns My Soul 304 Karen Elson - The Ghost Who Walks 305 The Who - Whiskey Man 306 Hank Williams III - Crazed Country Rebel 307 The Lost Sounds - I Get Nervous 308 Big Star - September Gurls 309 ZZ Top - Whiskey n Mama 310 Johnny Cash - God's Gonna Cut You Down 666 Isaac Hayes - Hyperbolicsyllablecsesquedalymistic

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 5 years ago

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“LEVEL UP”.

Bishop Losa x Reader.

Anon asked: hei lovie. i would like to request a bishop losa x reader imagine where you fall asleep on him and that’s when he realizes that he’s in love with you. thank you so much🖤

Word Count: 1.2k

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. English isn’t my first language, I’m sorry if I have some mistakes with grammar. Gif credits to @thedevilsmoonshine.

Tag list: @starrynite7114 @chibsytelford @dazzledamazon @mara-mpou 💥 (if you wanna be tagged, send me a message!)

It's been a long week for all the Mayans, because of a shipment of the Cartel that didn't went well. At least, they saved it. While the guys are celebrating, playing pool and having some fun with Vicky's girls, Bishop is sitting inside the templo with the door closed. He has a beer almost empty and a cigarette burning in the ashtray, leaving a small trail of smoke. He sighs heavily looking the screen of his phone with your number in it. It's three am and he supposes you are sleeping. But he really needs you. Nothing sexual, only your company.

He met you at Mexically a few months ago, where you were working for a couple weeks. It was really fun, and a little cliche. You were walking with a smoothie in one hand, paying attention to your phone in the other one. He didn't saw you neither. And everything ended with his vest smelling like strawberry and banana.

He rubs his forehead huffing. He's tired too and just wants to go home. Finally and pressing the green button, he puts the phone on his ear, listening to each tone until he hears your sleepy voice.

“Is everything ok...?” You lay in bed, pulling the sheets away.

“Yes, I just... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you”.

He doesn't sound convinced nor sure about the situation he is. You yawn hard, covering your mouth with a hand while try to seat on the mattress.

“Can I go to your house?” He asks after a few seconds in silence.

“For sure, Bish. Do you have the keys?”

“Yes. I always carry them with me”.

“Ok, see you here”.

You say before hang up. For some reason he can't understands, he's about to tell “I love you” for the first time. But he doesn't wanna ruin your relationship, so save by the bell! Putting the packet of cigars in a pocket, he walks out of the templo being received by the noisy guys.

“EH, PREZ, HAVE A BEER!” Angel is drunk, but the oldest is pretty sure that he starts to be sober by the face his boss has.

“Are you leaving, brother?” Taza palms his back, he nods.

“Yes, (Y/N) is waiting. 'Am fucking tired and I need 'sleep”.

“Descansa, hermano. You deserve it”.

You have to wash your face with cold water, getting your neck wet too, or you're not gonna survive till the man comes. After that, you change your shirt for one that Bishop left in your wardrobe. He said that could help you to no miss him too much those days he's out of Santo Padre. Maybe he's hungry, so you start to prepar one of his favourite sandwiches. Jam, goat cheese and tomato. You also serve a beer in the table, sitting there to wait for him.

The sound of his motorbike is loudly after a couple minutes, disappearing suddenly when he arrives. Seconds after, the principal door is opened. You walk to him, being received by his strong arms and a sigh. He's tired, you can feel it in every inch of his body.

“Do you work tomorrow, uh?”

“It's weekend”. You laugh shaking your head, while he closes the door back. “I made you a sandwich, thought that maybe you forgott to have dinner again”.

He doesn't says anything, accepting it like you know him good. You take off his jacket and the helmet, leaving it in the sofa before follow him to the table. He falls on a chair in front of you. His face shows weariness and doesn't seems like he's very happy. But at least, he came to see you and that always helps. You don't even ask if he wants to talk. You prefer to wait he's ready to tell you what's happening or what isn't happening. Sticking an elbow into the table, you rest your chin on one of your hands. You're in love with this man, but it's mostly the sex thing between you.

He eats the sandwich, bite by bite, having some sips of the bottle, looking at you fleetingly. No words needed. When he finishes, you take the plate to the kitchen after tell him to change his clothes for something comfy.

He's waiting you at bed kinda sleepy with the lights off. You lay by his side wrapping you in his arms, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You like sleep with him, being allowed to see his weakness and his calm side, because you know he doesn't does with anyone.

Falling asleep faster than him, with your head on his chest, he fights his desire to sleep wanting to enjoy the views. You're breathing peacefully in his shirt, with his smell. As if you were his. Sometimes, he likes to think about it. About how good would be calls you “my Old Lady”. About coming home after a long ride or a bad day, and you waiting to cover him in kisses. Bishop never felt that before and he is debating about asking you or leave you, because you don't deserve a guy like him. At least, that's what he thinks.

Brushing apart a wisp of hair behind your ear, he gives you a soft kiss in the cheek, taking some time to feel his lips in your skin. He doesn't want to fuck whatever you have. “Shit, I love you...”

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It's almost twelve when the sun starts to bother your closed eyes. You can't move, at least not with all the freedom you would like. Waking up slowly, you can see one arm holding your neck and another on your waist. Smells good. You fit your body under the grip, drawing a sleepy smile in your lips. You don't wanna get up and you know you can't when Bishop holds you harder against his chest. Leaving a kiss on your head, he drowns his nose in your hair having a deep breathe.

“I heard you last night...” You whisper, after a few seconds thinking if it's a good idea.

“Fuck...” The snort could be listened in every corner of the house, feeling how he lies on his back on the bed. You turn to face him. He has an arm covering his eyes. “I'm sorry, (Y/N). I don't know what the fuck is goi...”

“I do”.

No words. Bishop looks at you bewildered.

“I love you too”.

“Shit, baby! You scared me!”, he slaps you softly in a tight, leaving there his hand.

“Why?!”

“I thought you were gonna say somethin' like ‘well, better go, catch feelings just complicate things’, hm”.

“If you were only a fuck-friend to me, last night I wouldn't have pick up the phone”. Pride in your voice and the chin upped slightly. “Then, have we leveled up?”

“Sounds like, Old Lady”.

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bleachanimefan1 · 4 years ago

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Oblitus Part 26 I.M.P

39 Days Left Until Extermination...

"Will all hotel staff come to the main lobby for an important announcement!" Charlie's voice echoed throughout the hallways. Everyone walked into the lobby to see the princess and Vaggie, waiting.

Husk eyes were red and blood shot, while his fur had several tangles and mats as Niffty tried to brush them out. He tried to shove her away as she did. Angel was half naked while he had on a very short shorts much to Alastor's discomfort while Husk on the other hand was flustered. Alastor was perfectly dressed as always, standing and waiting, with a smile etched across his face, although he had slight dark circles underneath his eyes. Anna, who was standing next to him, looked worse for wear. Her hair was a complete mess, not even brushed as if she just crawled out of bed. Her eyes were bloodshot as well as she let out a yawn wanting to go back to sleep.

"What's the big idea calling so damn early at 6 o' clock in the morning?!" Angel questioned angrily still half asleep while holding Fat Nuggets who was sleeping in his arms.

"Since, everyone's been cooped up at the hotel for awhile. I thought that we should go out and have some fun. In celebration for Niffty's redemption, we are going to my dad's theme park, LuLu World!" Charlie explained.

"LuLu World?" Anna asked, confused half asleep and dazed.

"LuLu World!?" Niffty exclaimed, excitedly.

"Lu Lu World!" Charlie shouted, happily.

"I can't wait to tell Baxter!" Niffty said.

Alastor glanced down at Anna. "Looks like this is a perfect opportunity for our date!" He said.

"Y-Ay!" Anna answered while smiling nervously. She did not the smile that the radio demon had on his face.

The limo parked right in front of the park's entrance and everyone stepped out. Husk pulled Anna aside away from everyone and whispered.

"If he does anything weird to you, just scream."

"Got it." Anna nodded.

Everyone went their separate ways, Husk with Angel, Niffty with Baxter, and Vaggie with Charlie along with Razzle and Dazzle, Charlie bodyguard goat pets, as they left Alastor and Anna alone together.

"So what do you like to do first?!" Alastor asked leaning in far too close to Anna's personal bubble.

"Why don't you pick then I'll choose the next one?" Anna shrugged. Alastor hummed in thought before answering.

"Merry go round!"

"Are you serious?" Anna questioned.

"Why, yes, indeedy!" Alastor replied. He dragged Anna by her hand as they headed towards the ride. Some of the carousel were shaped like apples while some had a dark horse. Both Alastor and Anna, each, climbed onto the horse. The ride started up and slowly began to spin around. Anna held onto the pole as the ride began to pick up speed. It couldn't go faster could it?

It did...

The ride went faster, and faster as it went around. Anna shut her eyes as she began to lightheaded and dizzy. Alastor on the hand was enjoying every second of it as he leaned back, raising his hands in the air as the ride went faster, hooping and hollering. Who knew he was such a big man child!I

As the ride continued to go faster, not too far off from the side, hiding in a abandoned booth were the three imps. Blitzo fired a couple rounds but missed mostly hitting some unfortunate demons and imps and shooting and breaking some of the carousel as well.

At the end of the ride, Anna found herself face first into a trashcan as she puked up the remains of the breakfast she had earlier. She glared up at the radio demon who was standing beside her, innocently, with a smug smile on his face.

"Now, let's go on that ride!" Alastor suggested, pointing over towards a rollercoaster as it plummeted down to the ground fast, combustion in a fiery explosion. Anna whimpered as she stared at the ride with wide eyes. This guy is going to kill me! Alastor laughed but suddenly stopped as he saw something strange.

He noticed a red dot appeared on Anna's forehead. "You know what, I changed my mind. Let's go do something else instead!" He quickly insisted.

"Okay? Up for a little shooting?" Anna asked. Alastor smiled.

"You read my mind!" He replied then linked his arm around Anna's, heading towards the stand.

Pop! A random balloon, that was held by an imp child, imploded, from out of thin air as it was shot, crying as it did.

The two walked straight up to a shooting stand. It had angels for targets as well as cherubs. There were an assortment of stuffed prizes hanging from the walls.

"Step right up! Step right up!" The imp shouted. "Shoot the angels and win a prize!"

"Mind if I have a try?" Anna asked.

"Are you sure that you can handle it?" Alastor mused, teasing. Anna frowned. She wanted so badly to wipe that smirk off his face. She picked up the pistol and the imp started the targets. Anna turned to the vendor.

"Make them to faster." She stated.

"Are you sure?" The imp laughed. "I think your at cream puff level at best."

Anna nodded. "Do it."

"Okay, don't say I didn't warn ya!" The imp exclaimed, pulling down the lever. "Cranking it up to God speed!"

The targets began to move at an excessive alarmingly fast rate, hard enough for everyone who was watching to see. Suddenly, one by one each target fell as Anna fired each round. There was a stunned silence as no one made a sound as they stared frozen in shock. Alastor, with wide eyes and a frozen smile, standing rigid. Each target was down, not a shot missed.

"Holy shit!" The imp vendor exclaimed in shock.

"I'll take the deer stuffed animal, thank you." Anna replied, blushing, a little, embarrassed from everyone staring. The imp still standing in shock handed the animal out towards her. Anna took it and gave it to Alastor who was along with everyone else still in shock, a deer in headlights.

"Let's do something else, shall we?" Anna suggested, quickly walking away. Alastor chased after her right at her heels.

Where did that come from?!" He questioned.

"What?"Anna shrugged, acting like what just happened was no big deal.

"THAT! What you just did back there!" Alastor pressed further.

"Well, I did tell you that my father was a hunter. Sometimes he would take me with him. It used to be a hobby between just the two of us." Anna explained.

"Why didn't you tell me that you can shoot!" Alastor shouted.

"You never asked." Anna answered.

Alastor laughed. "Fair point."

"I'm getting a little hungry mind getting some shaved ice?" Anna suggested. It wasn't what Alastor was used too or liked, but he agreed.

"Sound's like berries to me!"

Eventually, the two were now sitting down on a bench eating their shaved ice in silence. Alastor chose Cherry flavored while Anna went with Blueberry. Every once in a while, Anna would glance over at Alastor before looking away when he noticed her looking at him.

"Have your parents ever told you that it's rude to stare?" Alastor asked. "Something on your mind, darling?"

"Well, you know some stuff about me. But, I hardly know anything about you, besides your mom. Like did you do in your past life, when you were alive? How did you end up here?" Anna asked, curious.

Alastor tensed as the remains of his cone fell to the ground. "You are asking some very dangerous questions."

"I still want to know." Anna insisted.

"Why?" Alastor questioned.

"Don't you want to be redeemed as well?" Anna asked. Alastor laughed.

"Darling, I'm far from redeemable!" Alastor said. "If you know of the despicable things I've done. You would be repulsed!"

"Try me." Anna replied. Alastor twitched, a little irritated. He sighed and started.

"Very well, then. I was a very popular radio star in New Orleans. I gave daily announcements about news and events. One of my most famous reports was a serial killer."

"Really? Did they ever catch him?" Anna asked.

Alastor laughed. "You can say that. You're sitting right next to him!"

Anna's eyes widen and she nervously swallowed. "Y-You're a serial killer?"

"Yes. Now you know my dirty past." Alastor rolled his eyes. "Any more questions?"

"Why?" Anna asked.

"Why, what?" Alastor questioned.

"Why did you do it?" Anna asked.

Alastor shrugged. "Well, at first for a while, it was abusers, rapists, anyone who were lost causes. But, soon I had a craving for more. Pretty much every other week there was a killing." He finished while Anna listened, taking in everything that he had told her.

"Alastor," Anna said. "Most of those people were murderers. You probably saved a lot more lives than you took."

"You think so?" Alastor laughed. "Well, I hate to break it got you, my dear. But, you are wrong. It wasn't my place to judge for their actions." Even he couldn't believe the words that escaped from his mouth.

"Surely, you must feel a little remorse?" Anna pressed. "Even a little?"

"No, not a bit." Alastor answered.

Then Alastor noticed the strange red dot again as it appeared on Anna. He made a strained smile. This was getting annoying! He briskly signaled his shadows, while Anna was looking away, that were hiding, to find out where it was coming from. His shadows immediately took off, darting away to the source. High on top of the ferris wheel, Blitzo was aiming a rifle at Anna setting it's scope on her.

"I got you now, bitch!" Blitzo shouted.

As Blitzo was about to squeeze the trigger, several dark shadows loomed over the three imps.

"Holy shit!" Blitzo screamed. The shadows lunged at the three terrified imps.

"They belong to the radio demon!" Millie cried out.

"This is not worth risking our lives over, sir!" Moxxie screamed out.

"OH HELL NO!" Blitzo shouted. FUCK THIS! SCATTER!"

The three imps desperately tried to get away from the shadows as they bailed out from the passenger car. Now falling from a great height and hurling towards the ground, landing right onto an inflatable bounce house. It began to deflate as screaming kids were trying to get out.

Then a thick blue book fell landing right in front of Charlie and Vaggie who were walking nearby.

"Hey, what's that?" Vaggie asked. Charlie's picked it up, examining it. Her eyes widened in surprise. The latin labeling on the cover gave it away. It was indeed the book. She glanced over at Vaggie who was looking at her, waiting.

"Uh, nothing!" Charlie quickly answered. "Absolutely, nothing!"

"Hon,-" Then Vaggie stopped as she saw Alastor and Anna approaching as they headed towards them. The princess quickly hid the book behind her back. Vaggie walked over to them. Charlie looked behind her to see Razzle and Dazzle.

"Take this and hide it away for now." She whispered to them. Her two goat pets took the book and ran off heading towards the limo as everyone got ready to leave.

A s everyone left, the three jumps crawled out from the popped deflated bounce house.

"oh, nice job, sir. You lost the book." Moxxie groaned.

"Shut the fuck up, Moxxie!" Blitzo growled.

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