#ticket broker

[saepiae]

i gotta figure out if TIFF movie theatre student tickets apply to uni students too cause if so i'm gonna be unstoppable

[rebel-bulletin]

रेल्वे तिकिटांसह दलालांना अटक

गोंदिया : आमगाव येथील इंदिरानगर येथून बनावटी रेल्वे तिकीट तयार करणार्‍या दलालासह २४ हजार ३३१ रुपये किमतीचे ५७ तिकीटे जप्त करण्यात आले. ही कारवाई रेल्वे सु��क्षा दलाने २ एप्रिल रोजी केली. प्रवास सुखकर व सुरक्षित व्हावा, यासाठी रेल्वेचे आरक्षण हा प्रवाशांसाठी नेहमीच चिंतेचा राहते. याचाच लाभ उचलत काही दलाल बनावटी तिकीटांची विक्री करीत असल्याच्या घटना उघडकीस आल्या आहेत. (Brokers arrested with railway…

[thehauntedetheral]

Can I request Yandere doctor x patient???

Yandere Doctor

Requests are open!

• The world should just end. It was the only thing you were manifesting right now as you were walking down the street.

• Why? Because well when you were mourning at home on your parents death anniversary your boyfriend of years was cheating on you with some random girl. And also your landlord has given you the notice to leave the house in 2 weeks all of a sudden. The only thing you have now is your job.

• You were going to meet a broker to find a new house when your stomach ache started again. You have been feeling this way for quite some days but you ignored it as you haven't got much time between finding a new house and your love life's drama. And on top of that this stomach ache. Just great. Please god just kill me you thought when out of nowhere you felt fainting. No. No god I just thought that figuratively not literary Please don't kill me you thought before black took you over.

• You woke up and found your self on an hospital bed. An IV attached to your hand.

• An handsome doctor came in giving you a polite smile. "Glad you woke up. You fainted on street a kind stranger got you here. You fainted due to appendicitis. It was infected so we took out via surgery. The staff called your emergency contact which is your friend I guess. she signed all the surgery and consent paper while you were unconscious. We have to keep you here for two days under observation just in case nothing serious." The handsome doctor said. Well that explains everything how I ended here you thought.

• After the doctor went your friend came in. Fussing all over you.

• Your friend stayed with you most of the time during the 2 days. You both thought that the doctor was so polite, good looking and handsome. Especially more handsome in his scrubs

• During the two days you were in the hospital. Yan Doctor would stop at your room a lot unnecessarily.

• He would check up on you a lot saying "doctor duties" when it was not at all necessary but who is gonna tell you anyways.

• Would try to chit chat with you and your friends during his break.

• Switched his shift with his colleague just to be around you went it was his day off.

• When he heard you were looking for a house. He told you a house beside his is empty and affordable so if you want you can move there.

• After getting discharged you went to get a look at the house. It was so spacious and beautiful yet it's price was too low according to its infrastructure you thought when it should cost a lot. Nevermind the owners loss you thought and moved into that house.

• You and yan doctor were neighbours now.

• He would often invite you for meals at his house. Under the facade of "I again made too much".

• Helps you in shifting and settling down. Saying "I am just being a good Neighbour".

• Well in reality the owner of that house is none other than yan doctor. He knew that this house's rent value is a lot but he told you less because he wanted you closer to him. In fact he wanted to give you this house to live at free but that would cause a lot of suspicion so he told you a very low price.

• Has been obsessed with you since he saw you unconscious on the stretcher brought into hospital looking beautiful as angel. He thought you looked beautiful while unconscious. But when he talked to you saw you smile, heard your voice he thought you were out worldly. Just Divine.

• This man is madly in love with you.

• Kills your ex with a overdose of drug making it look like an accident just because he was jealous and mad that he hurt you emotionally. How could someone cheat on such a perfect human? He thought.

• Tries his best to become close to you and become your friend and more.

• Gives you health advice all of the time.

• You fell sick? This man becomes your personal doctor, nurse everything.

• Has so much money that always showers you with your favourite coffees, meals and tickets to movies or concert. His reason? "Well I was just passing by and saw this I know you like it so I bought it for you". When in reality this man specifically goes to that place just for getting it for you.

• He sees your one smile and feel like he won in life. This man is whipped for you.

• If you ask this man for his heart he would literally tear his chest and pull his heart out for you. Nothing matters to him except you. You are his everything.

• When you get an invite to a wedding. You thought who should I take with me as a date?

• Yan Doctor keeps throwing hints at you all week indicating that he wants to be your wedding date. This man is so desperate for you.

• When you finally ask him to be your wedding date. This man is the most happiest person in world. You might think you just asked him to marry you by looking at his happy expressions.

• Well don't worry darling because he is damn sure you are gonna marry him one day.

• With you being conscious or high with drug. Choice is yours darling. After all he is a good doctor and knows how to use them well.

Requests are open!

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[animusrox]

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11.   Turning Red 12.   The Menu 13.   Babylon 14.   Hit the Road 15.   Cow 16.   Watcher 17.   Funny Pages 18.   Mad God 19.   On the Count of Three 20.   Armageddon Time 21.   Terrifier 2 22.   Marcel the Shell with Shoes On 23.   Smile 24.   Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery 25.   Holy Spider 26.   Aftersun 27.   The Fabelmans 28.   Breaking 29.   Decision to Leave 30.   The Whale 31.   All Quiet on the Western Front 32.   Brian and Charles 33.   Piggy 34.   Saint Omer 35.   Thirteen Lives 36.   Men 37.   The Fallout 38.   Resurrection 39.   Causeway 40.  The Black Phone 41.   Official Competition 42.   Nope 43.  Guillermo del Toro’s Pinocchio 44.   Apollo 10½: A Space Age Childhood 45.   Till 46.   TÁR 47.   Happening 48.   A Love Song 49.   The Outfit 50.   The Innocents 51.   Jackass Forever 52.   BARDO, False Chronicle of a Handful of Truths 53.   Montana Story 54.   Three Thousand Years of Longing 55.   You Won’t Be Alone 56.   The Sadness 57.   Halloween Ends 58.   Pearl 59.   X 60.   Vesper

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[m1ssunderstanding]

You know if even Francie is saying it I'm starting to think old Jim Mac may have been slightly abusive, I don't think that's the right word since what happened it was a different time and place etc. But with the way he treated Paul and Mike, especially after Mary's passing and how he expected so much more when his son was one of the most famous musicians in the world, it's just - his whole family to he fair it's like they never really saw him as human and more akin to a musical monkey

Yeah I would actually call it abuse. I think Jim probably had mostly good intentions and genuinely loved his sons, but that doesn't mean his treatment of them was just or didn't have any affect on them. By my definitions, there's emotional as well as physical abuse going on (Paul was expected and pressured from the time they started to realize how intelligent he was to grow up and save his entire family from poverty; Appearances were everything and emotional needs suppressed; There was no financial security; After Mary's death, Paul was extremely patentified, depended on emotionally and materially by the person who was simultaneously physically abusing him)

About the normalization of the physical abuse specifically for a minute, if it was so normal for the time, why is Paul the only one of the four Beatles to have experienced it? My family has always been working class, and my grandparents who are Paul's age were not subjected to the violence that Paul was. Not saying it wasn't more common then and more accepted, but it's also not something you can just pass off as "that's what everyone did in those days".

Also, I wouldn't be surprised at all if even in that one interview where Paul specifically talked about how he got Jim to stop hitting him, he was downplaying. That's what Paul does. We have no way of knowing. But it does fit with Paul's usual story-telling and framing of events that maybe it was more than what he said.

And yeah, the financial abuse started early and clearly continued far into adulthood, maybe up until Jim's death when Paul cut Angie and Ruth off for selling his birth certificate. Paul was trained as a door-to-door salesman for Jim's club as a nine year old in the literal projects. He figured out how to snatch other people's lunch tickets out of the fire at the inny and pass them off as unused. What are we going to do without her money? He first saw John when he was a paper boy and John was buying chips. As soon as the band started making money, he became the head provider of his family (Jim made 10 pounds a week at the cotton brokers while Paul made 15 a week in Hamburg) and when the band wasn't making money, he found whatever work he could to make up for it. Meanwhile, we have no reason to believe Jim wasn't gambling insatiably. As the child of an addict, I know addictions don't just go away and then resurface when they're affordable again, and Jim was certainly an addict. He gambled so much Paul had to buy his house back for him (that he'd bought for him in the first place while Paul himself was living in an attic room like some kind of starving artist at the same time as the rest of the band was buying their mansions).

Paul clearly loved his dad so much and craved Jim's approval, trying to find a girl Jim would approve of after Jane, trying to be a good family man, trying to stay close to his working class roots. You can even see it in his music, from When I'm 64 to A Walk in the Park with Eloise. (I think the 1920s & 30s influence in much of his music came from him genuinely loving it and also from a desire for his dad to appreciate his talent). But he also had no patience for Jim's frailty toward the end, didn't go to the funeral, and didn't write about Jim's death in MYFN.

I really don't know too much about the extended family, anon, but it does seem the case that part of Paul's role in it, from the beginning, was to be a savior and a cash cow, and no one considered his humanity.

[bekolxeram]

Human remains as props — the Billy Boils of old horror movies

In this week's Halloween themed 9-1-1 episode, Buck rented a mummy replica from a Hollywood prop shop which turned out to be a real human body. This set off a series of misfortunate events for the firefighter, that might or might not be the result of a curse. Once again, the writers have surpassed themselves in terms of over-the-top silliness that has become the trademark of our beloved weewoo show. There's no way someone can accidentally get their hands on a real corpse... right?

Oh, you'll be surprised. You too may have seen a real cadaver or two on the silver screen.

The Economics of prop dead bodies

Using real human remains as movie props was such a common practice back in the days that prop masters working on the 1979 Vietnam war epic Apocalypse Now were totally unfazed when body broker (later revealed to be a grave robber) brought several dead bodies to the set. The plan to use those bodies as props for maximum authenticity was only scrapped after a producer ruled against it.

Source: The Independent

Interestingly, films that ended up actually featuring real bodies were the low-budget, fake looking ones. In the age before 3D printing, creating a set of realistic human skeleton was a very labor intensive process. That combining with the cost of the material used, the price of a plastic replica was in fact more expensive than a real skeleton.

A special effect make-up artist who worked on the 1982 Spielberg classic Poltergeist explained the film's decision to use actual human remains on a podcast:

Source: Snopes

Eerily, two young actresses who worked on the Poltergeist trilogy passed away unexpectedly shortly afterwards, leading to the urban legend of a curse on set.

The story of Elmer J. McCurdy

In late 1976, the production crew of the TV show The Six Million Dollar Man was filming scenes at the Pike, a then amusement zone in Long Beach, California. While shooting a scene at a thrill ride, a member of the prop department spotted a wax mannequin covered in fluorescent paint dangling from a noose. Worrying it would get in the way of the camera, they gave the dummy's arm a tug in an attempt to remove it, but instead of the whole thing coming off, only the arm broke off, exposing a human bone and muscle tissues.

A penny from 1924 and ticket stubs to the "Museum of Crime" were found in the body's mouth. Investigators contacted the museum owner's son, who identified the body as Elmer McCurdy, an outlaw killed in 1911 in the middle of a shootout with police following a botched train robbery in Oklahoma.

Unlike the fictional McCurdy in 8x05, the real McCurdy was a simple petty criminal looking for some extra cash to support his alcohol habit. Utilizing the skills he learned from the army, his robbery method of choice was explosives, but he was very terrible at it.

Source: KCRW

His body was subsequently taken to a funeral home, where he laid unclaimed for the rest of his stay. The undertaker embalmed the body, shaved his face, dressed him in a suit, but refused bury him until someone come forward to claim it and pay for the service. As time went by, the owner of the funeral home decided to dress the body as a gunslinging cowboy and allow visitors to see "the Bandit Who Wouldn't Give Up" for the price of a nickel, in order to fund his burial.

5 years later, two men claiming to be McCurdy's long lost brothers came forward to take custody of the body for a proper burial. End of the story, right? Well, of course they were travelling carnival owners lying to acquire the body for their shows. In 1922, the body was sold to yet another travelling exhibit called "Museum of Crime", which featured wax figures of other famous outlaws in history.

For the next 3 decades, McCurdy's body travelled all around the country as an attraction. He even had a brief film career. He was once used to promote the 1933 film Narcotic!, then he had a small cameo in the 1967 B-movie She Freak. In 1968, the Museum of Crime owner's son decided to sell his father's exhibits to the Hollywood Wax Museum. There, McCurdy's body started getting mixed up with other wax figure, and his origin story long forgotten.

Following over half a century of voyage, McCurdy eventually became fully mummified. The wax museum believed that the body was too gruesome and unlifelike to be showcased anymore, so he was finally sold to The Pike, an amusement zone in Long Beach, where he began his new life as a thrill ride decoration dummy.

After the shocking revelation by TV crew in 1976, McCurdy was transported back to Oklahoma, where he took his last breath 66 years ago, and finally laid to rest after a graveside service attended by 300 people. (Under 2 feet of concrete, to prevent grave robbing)

Source: Atlas Obscura

[sleepymarimo]

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭.

summary: you and toji meet up at a horse race, waiting for shiu to show up and give you your next job... pairing: toji x fem!assassin!reader cw: none! author note: some funny/fluffy stuff w our favorite sorcerer killer bc im having toji brainrot and had time before class.. wc: 750

when you had gotten assigned on a mission with 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 a month ago, you didn’t expect to meet a 6’2”, muscled up, overly handsome raven haired assassin.

and a sweet talking one at that.

you didn’t expect him to completely fuck up the mission halfway through, killing the target well before your signal.

and after you managed to clean up his mess, you definitely didn’t expect shiu to toss you a extra few hundred yen for keeping the sorcerer killer in line.

one mission became two, then three. and, well…

now here you are, sitting on some flimsy plastic seats at the racetrack where toji insisted on meeting.

he’s late, obviously, but you basked in those few moments of peace and quiet. the calm before the storm.

another thing you didn’t expect from him? how quick he was to get comfy and cozy with you, oozing a carefree attitude that was as irritating as it was amusing.

“hey partner.” he yawned, plopping down in the seat adjacent to you and letting his arm hang off the back of your seat. “d’ya miss me?”

you don’t bother moving, choosing to ignore his question altogether.

there was no escaping this beast. hell, you were already lucky enough that he hadn't broken into your place within the last week.

“hey, how’d you already spend all the cash from our last job?” you question, disapprovingly crossing your arms over your chest. “i paid, like, six months off of my rent with that!”

his hand creeps up, finding purchase on your shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “so i get’ta crash at your place for six more months?”

it’s a love hate relationship between coworkers.

you love to hate him, he hates to love you.

a shot rings through the air and the horses are off.

toji practically drags you with him as he leans forward, a half-grin on his face as he eagerly keeps an eye on his sure to be winning horse.

like a rag doll, you just let it happen. your eyes flicker down to the ticket in his hand. “i bet on a different horse.”

“eh? you finally placed one?” he smirks, a hint of surprise in his emerald irises as he rasps out his next words in a low tone. “look at ya, princess, falling under my bad influence. i’ll take ya to dinner once my horse follows through.”

focusing your attention on the equids sprinting down the track, you shrug and huff out a laugh. “don’t bet on it…”

of course… his horse fails to follow through. when does it ever?

you don’t attempt to bite back your smile at the sight of his admittedly adorable pout.

he clicks his tongue and growls out a curse, his level of comfort around you apparent as he freely expresses his distaste towards the whole situation. “stupid fuckin’ horse…”

holding up your ticket, you wave it in the air for emphasis. “hey, i see why you like this stuff! maybe i won’t have to take this next job, since i just won.”

“bullshit.” his head snaps toward you, before looking away with a click of his tongue. “you serious?”

standing, you pretend to dust off your clothes. “don’t need the job anymore. tell shiu i’m out.”

strong arms wrap around you at a speed that you'll never quite get used to. you’re anchored to his chest, his eyes amusedly peering down at you between strands of ink black hair.

“like hell you are, sweetheart.” he smirks, scarred lips quirking upward. “hey, lemme see your ticket.”

later, when the broker steps into the designated section within the stands, he shakes his head at the sight before him.

fishing for a cigarette, he makes himself known, but makes no move to break up the show.

toji has an arm around your waist, holding you flush to his side. his expression radiates boredom, almost full blown apathy, as if he’s blind to how you thrash against him.

he’s completely unbothered with the palm that’s plastered to his face, attempting to push him away. the knee that you’re digging into his abdomen does nothing to deter him.

“‘ji!” you’re fuming, pride wounded at how easily the assassin can keep you in place. “let go already! it was a joke!”

when toji finally decides to acknowledge the former detective, he lazily raises his free hand in a sort of haphazard wave.

“‘ey, shiu.” he brings you closer, enough to feel your burning cheeks against his skin. “whatcha got for us?”

[pleasantlyinsincere]

BRAVO September 1967 Shortly before his death Brian Epstein admitted to BRAVO-employee Thomas Beyl: The boys are everything to me

His face was white. His grey suit seemed to be too big. His shirt collar was opened widely, the black tie hanging crookedly of his neck. Brian Epstein had met death. He came from his father's funeral. That hot July day I met Brian Epstein for the last time. Six weeks later he was dead. As I was taking the list up to Brian's private office, I was desperately thinking about what to say to him. I knew Brian had been very attached to his father. I knew this loss must have rattled him deeply. There rarely had been a conversation with him, where he didn't mention his 'Daddy'. I didn't feel comfortable in my skin. Even though Brian had promised me once: "Whenever you come to London, come and see me. I'll always have time for you." It had always been like that. But now?

[...] Brian met me at the door. "Hello, Thomas! Do you want something to drink?" That afternoon I met a completely different Brian Epstein. I was startled when I saw him. He seemed broken and like he had aged years. He stood up from his office chair laboriously. He reached his hand out towards me. It was limp, his handshake without strength. "nice to see you, Thomas", he said. "Have you seen the boys? Have they come back relaxed from Greece?" He tried to act as natural and friendly as usual but he was a bad actor. Brian was quiet for a while, then he said: "I know why you came. Nice of you. But let's not talk about it. Please." On Brian's desk stood bottle of whiskey, next to it a glass. It was empty. Absent-mindedly he puffed on his cigarette and regularly his gaze would drift towards a big painting of his father on the wall. I felt out of place and was about to say goodbye when Brian said: "Stay for another moment. I want to tell you about a dream that finally seems to be about to come true. I'm planning a movie with the bullfighter El Cordobes, the dancer Nurejew and the boys. Cardobes and Nurejew have already accepted. I just have to convince the boys of my plan." The big dream was buried with Brian Epstein on 30 August 1967 on the jewish graveyard of Fazackerley, a suburb of Liverpool. Like so many great dreams of Brian Epstein, who had wanted to become an actor - and never became one; who wanted to write plays - and never wrote one; who bought a theater - and never staged one; who loved Mozart and Beethoven - and became manager of a beat group; who looked like a successful stock broker - and was at home on the stage of the pop world.

It was 26 June 1966. BRAVO-Beatles-Blitztournee. 7000 fans are screaming their throats hoarse inside Hamburg's Ernst-Merck-Halle. They are waiting for 'their' Beatles, who had come back to the place their careers had started after four years. It's just minutes before the 'returnees'' concert. A security guard addresses me: "Are you Thomas Beryl? You have to please come outside. There is a young guy in front of the main door, who has been trying to come in for half an hour even though he has no ticket. He claims he is the Beatles famous manager Brian Epstein. He thinks we're stupid." I rip the dressing room door open, calling to the Beatles: "Wait a moment. They aren't letting Brian in." The Beatles double over with laughter. "Once again", chuckles Ringo. John shouts after me: "Tell him he should get a belly befitting of his status, so that people recognize him as a manager!" The 'young guy' was indeed Brian Epstein. During the concert he said to me: "Look at the boys. I have never seen them this happy on stage. It has to be an amazing feeling to return to where you once have started small. That's when you really realize that you've made it. Frankly - I am a bit jealous because I wasn't with the Beatles during their first Hamburg stays." He watched his boys beaming faces - and beamed along with them.

No, Brian Epstein wasn't a typical manager. He preferred to wear suits in muted colors and subtle ties. His luxurious London apartment proved his exquisite taste. Brian loved antiques and chose with great care and knowledge. His appearance was quiet. For a manager he was modest and shy. Brian kept in the background so much, that sometimes the Beatles didn't even realize when he was missing. But still Eppy - as the boys called him - belonged to them as five fingers do on a hand. And Eppy was the thumb. Brian didn't like to hear such words. "No, no", he denied. "I am not the fifth Beatles but the Beatles' number one fan." Similarly he fended off the claim that the Beatles had him to thank for fairy tale career. "The boys would have made it without me", he told me. "At least I have just as much to thank them for as they do me. I'm known as a successful manager and have a big enterprise. But I was only able to do that because four electric boys became my friends."

The boys have a different opinion. John: "Without Brian we would have gotten out of our greasy leather jackets too late and the Queen would have never invited us to her palace. No one but Eppy was ready to help guys like us financially. Without him we would have been stuck in basement pubs. When he proposed to become our manager, we thought he had a screw loose. That's how little we believed in ourselves." George: "It was our luck that the Epstein family shop was so close to the Cavern, else Brian might not have found us. Then it would have been good night, Beatles!" Ringo: "I owe everything to him. Without Eppy I would never have become a Beatle. He was the one who acquired me." Paul: "Without Eppy the Beatles wouldn't exist anymore. There was a lot of truth to the rumors that we were breaking up. We had a few crises within the group. So heavily that we were about to go our separate ways. It was Eppy who repaired the cracks. He was our friend and we trusted him endlessly." The Beatles trustee is dead. His short, hot life ended 27 August 1967. John, Paul, George and Ringo didn't attend his funeral. They respected his biggest wish even after Brian Epstein was dead: He never wanted to be the center of their performance.

[knighthoracely]

Um..... Guys????? All the other 3 fans who are invested in E&H lore???? Why aren't we talking about this vid???

My wonderful @prawnprank sent me this and we had a discussion concerning what it might mean. This is going to be long, so the rest is under the cut!

Warning: this is NOT a fact that Poki or Daedalic Entertainment (or any of the creators) stated! We just want to share our silly idea with you guys!!!

It seems that the OP has the game on a disk, and it has this interesting little puzzle which needs to be solved before starting the game. Unfortunately, we are not exactly fluent in German, but we had a friend translate it, so we think this idea of ours might be true or at least has a place to be.

So the idea is that the second game took place on the exact date stated in the video — 18.05.2002.

Why, you might ask? Because after choosing all the parts of this date, the OP ends up... in the main menu. Which can pretty much mean that this is when the game took place.

Thus, the first game might have happened a bit earlier — September 2001. Why? Well, we know for a fact that it was September, and Edna's disappearance is still relevant in Harvey's New Eyes — the asylum workers are looking for her, which means it couldn't have been long since she pushed Dr. Marcel down the stairs, and it would be realistic for people to look for her (or her remains) in the spring.

This theory also doesn't clash with the things we see in both games: the tech looks like something from the 2000s (like telephones, TVs, surveillance cameras, TV antennas, etc.), also real songs and movies that are referenced in the game also were released before the 2000s ("Don't Cry for Me Argentina" by Madonna, 1996; "Waterworld" with Kevin Costner, 1995).

Furthermore, it means that we can deduce when the characters with confirmed ages were born.

In alphabetical order:

- Adrian — 1965

- Alfred — circa 1982 I guess?? (idk if we get told whether he & Edna are the same age, correct me if his age is known & is different from Edna's)

- Almo — 1969

- Aluman — 1937

- Barman — 1956

- Beeman — 1952

- Blase — 1962

- Bruce Broker (Juppi) — 1961

- Chauffeur — 1943

- Dr. Marcel — 1933

- Droggelbecher (I'm NOT calling him Droggeljug.) — March 1971 (he's exactly 30,5 y.o. as his dossier states)

- Edna — 1982

- Front Door Officer — 1940

- Herr Mantel — 1926

- Hornbusch — 1932

- Hoti & Moti — 1966

- Hulgor — 1960

- Keymaster — 1974

- Mattis — 1950

- Neurotic — 1972

- Newbie (Tall Asylum Worker) — 1974

- Pastor — 1969

- Peter — September 1961

- Petra — 1967

- Prof. Nock — 1920

- Stiesel (I'M NOT CALLING HIM BABBIT.) — 1968

- Ticket Inspector — 1954

- Tobi (the watchman at the gate) — 1969

Also, we can say Alfred died on 03.08.1991, with Mattis being executed after that date.

So, in conclusion, I must say that it is not confirmed that it is the exact date but it sure seems plausible to us (we also genuinely hope that this wasn't debunked or something, but if it was, please let us know). So, if you like, you can adopt this little headcanon we came up with!

[summeringminor]

𝙨𝙥𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙

rhaenicent | E

Alicent takes Helaena to a goth-metal concert. The androgynous singer more than catches Alicent's eye.

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“Are you sure they are not satanists?”

"Mom, please." Helaena looks at her with her smudgy black eyeshadow and white painted face.

When have her children started being embarrassed of her? Alicent clutches her purse to her chest as the queue moves forward. The night air is still pleasant enough, the early September days carry the last remnants of summer. The hall is only about a hundred metres away and they are right behind the VIP-ticket crowd. Helaena had demanded they be at the hall by 9am and it being a Saturday, Alicent had succumbed to the incessant pleas of her only daughter. She had packed them sandwiches, water, thermos bottle tea, and a tupperware full of snacks. Helaena had barely touched the food, which had made Alicent all the more nervous. But her daughter would not be swayed. Between that and the crowd—all teenagers and some girls in their 20s, wearing torn black clothes, spike collars, platform- and combat boots, staring Alicent down from black and red painted eyes—it all had spawned more doubt in her to really let her fourteen year old daughter into this concert. She’s never seen this many strange people, teenagers or no, in their little town. It seems impossible that a band such as SYRAX would garner so many people. From what Helaena has shown her (and her daughter only deemed it pleasant the once) an androgynous blonde man leads the band screeching into the microphone like a banshee, face painted white like Helaena’s is now, and the rest of the band shreds guitars and bass guitar in an infernal clash of rhythm and noise the likes of which Alicent has never heard before. No such concert could have ever taken place when Alicent had gone to school, the same catholic private school that her four children now attend as well, with its praying each morning before class and monthly Wednesday church service. Or perhaps Alicent had simply not known. As she had not many things. She sighs and draws her jacket closer around herself.

Helaena smoothes her shirt, her favourite of a Goliath beetle print, and puts on her headphones, lips forming around words she is reading off her phone screen. Lyrics of SYRAX it seems. Alicent recognises the chorus, has seen it scribbled all over Helaena’s homework. The crudeness of the words had left Alicent breathless the first time she read them, and the talk she’d had with Helaena had ended in her daughter slamming the door in her face and not speaking to Alicent until Aemond had brokered peace between them two days later.

God, is she losing Helaena too? Is it not bad enough that Aegon gets home drunk and smelling of cigarettes and marihuana despite curfew, despite Alicent going through his cupboards once a week and throwing away the plastic bags of crushed green and vodka bottles? She is yet more lax than her own father had been, but Aegon only curses or cries and then does it all over again a week later. Now, Helaena has fixed her unwavering attention on this horrid band and Alicent will be damned if she lets Helaena walk into this gutter of queer looking teenagers on her own. What if they hurt her? Give her drugs? Pull her into some kind of sataníc cult—

The doors open.

Pushing, shoving, high-pitched voices cry out. Alicent grabs Helaena’s shoulder, the next second the people behind them drive them forward.

A few steps further four unimpressed security guards check tickets and let in the enthusiastic crowd.

“Come on, mom!” Helaena hisses, brows drawn together as she rushes into the hall. The VIP-ticket mob already presses against the stage. No metal barricade. Security only on the sides. Breath stutters in Alicent’s lungs. What if they have to leave? What if they fall and get trampled?

Helaena unwinds herself from her grip, angling away.

She’s embarrassed of me, Alicent thinks. Oh god. Indeed she could not be farther from the audience in her green Chanel jacket, pressed skirt and sensible heels. People fill in behind them and Alicent realises how big of a crowd it has actually become in the hours they’ve been waiting since this morning.

Perhaps three rows are between them and the stage and this at least makes Helaena bounce on her feet and smile. An ache pinches Alicent’s heart and she cannot but smile as well. This is all she wants. Just to see Helaena happy—

The lights cut out.

Murmurs rush through the hall in its sudden darkness.

People move over the stage and the crowd cheers, but it is only two girls in torn band shirts testing the instruments. The guitars blast through the hall, and Alicent hurries to slip in her earplugs, handing the second pair to Helaena who throws them on the floor instead. Alicent bites her lip.

The girls disappear. White smoke gushes from all around and veils the stage like some old cemetery in a horror movie. A strange noise cuts through the darkness. A shiver runs down Alicent’s spine. Guitars and bass pick up. Drums follow in ritualistic repetition. The strange sound swells, heightens. With a shock Alicent realises it’s a voice.

Light strobes from the ceiling, red lasers cut through the gloom and against the smoke five silhouettes move in the fog.

A second of silence.

Then guitars and drums crash into noise and on it rides a growl so inhuman Alicent takes a step back just to be pushed forward again by whoever’s behind her.

The growl turns into a scream, shattering the dark. The singer steps forward, black torn latex coat, leather belts and strips of fabric hanging off it, and red splattered over it in acrylic brightness. The singer’s face is painted white too, thick vinyl black eyeliner, black lipstick smeared into red on the right corner of the shapely mouth, strong jaw, slicked back blond hair that curls in the singer’s neck. He steps forward, rips off the coat and Alicent realises that he is a—

–she.

Alicent stares up at the woman’s bound chest, more a leather belt than a top and latex trousers with strips fluttering from it just like the coat. All this time Alicent had thought… Her head whips to Helaena who is squished tight against the girl in front of her, arm raised and shouting along as the woman, Rhaenyra, Alicent remembers, sings before she screams again. The crowd surges around her like a creature of its own, voices rise to meet the singer’s howl like the sea rises to the sky in a storm. Alicent cannot stop staring as Rhaenyra walks across the stage, not at all human with her starkly painted face, the dark of her lipstick and eyeliner etched into her skin, gleam of spit on her straight white teeth, how her muscles move under the strobe light like some fresh blood-hungry creature in the old forests Alicent visited as a child. Heat claws at Alicent, sweat pours where the jacket restricts her movements, she takes it off and folds it into her bag as though in a trance, watches the singer’s throat move, the shine of the latex where it hugs her tight strong body.

Rhaenyra prowls closer until she stands right before them on the stage. Helaena’s voice screeches within a thousand others.

And Rhaenyra’s eyes find Alicent’s.

Sound drones into far-away silence. Heat strokes over Alicent’s throat, her chest, between her thighs as Rhaenyra smiles, wicked like a man and yet so different: free. Rhaenyra raises her hand, fingers splitting into a peace sign before she leans and licks into the V-shape of her index and middle-finger.

Shame pumps blood into Alicent’s face, embarrassment searing through her. It must be embarrassment. The crowd shoves forward in a wave, arms reaching out towards Rhaenyra. Rhaenyra laughs, crouches down—and reaches back. She slides her fingers across the hands of those close enough, almost touches Helaena’s as the audience rushes forward again, pressing the air from Alicent’s lungs as she is caught between the girls in front and behind her. Panic pricks her for a moment, looking for Helaena, but Helaena stares up at the stage in joyous abandon, fingertips touching the dark just before Rhaenyra.

The song ends. Rhaenyra stands and moves to the left side of the stage, the crowd relaxing just enough for Alicent to catch her breath.

It all happens in a haze, the music thunders around them, the people move and Alicent gives in to their sway and press and cannot but stare at Rhaenyra as she screams and howls and sings in her androgynous voice, brutal, haunting, sensual, the way she moves and bares her throat and finds Alicent’s gaze again and again until Alicent believes she must be imagining it. Her stockings rip when she is forced forward, her heels ground into the uneven concrete floor, hair all tousled, and on the stage, Rhaenyra sweats and gleams until she is more monster than man or woman, just muscles cording over bones, her shoulders broad, her hair slick and wet and loose by the end of it as applause shatters the quickly approaching night.

An encore follows, three songs that pass in a heartbeat. Breath evades Alicent, her lungs cord up, her palms sweat like the rest of her, she’s drenched the skirt and shirt and she feels with two fingers where her stockings have ripped by her inner thigh.

It’s over. The band leaves the stage. The roaring applause drowns out all else. Helaena elated beside her.

Rhaenyra leaves first. She does not turn around. Of course not.

The next minutes pass like in a fog. People clear out slowly, queuing at the merchandise stands in other parts of the venue, everyone sweaty with messed up makeup and hair, chattering with hoarse happy voices.

Helaena rushes to queue as well to spend her allowance on some gorey band shirt, saying she’ll catch her outside in a bit. Alicent only nods, cannot muster the energy to dispute Helaena and on unsteady legs makes her way outside. She slips her jacket back on, cards a hand through her thick hair, it’s all wet with sweat at her neck and temples, she must look horrendous. She rounds a corner and her fingers tremble where she holds on to her bag. It’s only now she realises how much her shoulder aches from the weight of it and having clutched it against her throughout the concert.

Teenagers loiter outside, smoking, drinking.

The sudden need to have a cigarette overwhelms Alicent. She’s not had one in years. The last one must have been in the hospital after the accident, the night Aemond had had the surgery on his eye. She shakes her head, cannot think of it without feeling tears well up in her eyes. She rounds a corner, leans against the wall. The voices are quieter here, shrouded from the remaining crowd. Somewhere a heavy door falls shut. She bites at her cuticles, checks her phone to see if Helaena has texted her. She hasn’t.

“Cigarette?”

Alicent looks up. And freezes.

Rhaenyra leans against the wall beside her, towel around her shoulders, hair tousled and wet, makeup wiped from her face but remnants of white foundation and black eyeliner still smear on her skin. She’s wearing a shirt and a man's jacket, cargo trousers, heavy platform boots. She smells of woody, masculine shower gel. Her lips close around a cigarette and she flips open a zippo lighter, eyes on Alicent as she does, and kindles the cigarette. The flame reflects in her pale blue eyes.

Alicent stutters a reply, unable to recall what she says just a second later. Rhaenyra laughs, lips stretching enough to show a gummy smile, soft and handsome all at once and Alicent takes the cigarette before she can think better of it.

“Not your usual venue, huh?”

“No,” Alicent says and takes a drag. Smoke and nicotine rush into her and she exhales the smoke slowly. “Oh god, that’s good,” she says.

Rhaenyra smiles again. “Tried to kick the habit?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too. But I don’t last more than a week.”

They both laugh and warmth spreads through Alicent despite the now cooler night air. Rhaenyra lights a second cigarette, inhales, exhales smoke through her nose and mouth, and something shudders in Alicent at the sight of it.

“You, umn…you were…magnetic up there.” Alicent feels her cheeks heat up. God, she must sound idiotic.

“You liked the show.” It’s not so much a question but a statement and the boldness of it makes Alicent take another deep drag of the cigarette.

“I thought you were a man,” she says without thinking.

Rhaenyra brightens, a slight blush fills her cheeks.

“Oh yeah?”

“I meant no–”

“Who says I’m not?” Rhaenyra grins, leans closer.

“W-what?” Alicent swallows at the sudden proximity, inhales Rhaenyra’s wood-fresh scent, somehow more drawn to it than to whenever she’s smelled it on a man a million times before.

“Don’t really feel like a woman, you know?”

Alicent does not know. She can barely think with how Rhaenyra looks her in the eyes, a mischievous grin on her lips. She should get back, check on Helaena—

Rhaenyra steals the cigarette from Alicent’s lips, takes a drag and holds it in front of Alicent’s mouth, gaze burning into Alicent. Alicent can’t look away. She closes her lips around the cigarette in Rhaenyra’s fingers.

“Good,�� Rhaenyra’s voice is low, and it feels like a fever-dream, how close she is, the warmth that radiates from her in the September air. Rhaenyra’s gaze sinks down Alicent’s throat, her chest, her skirt, stills where her stockings have ripped at her inner thigh. Without meaning to, Alicent spreads her legs a little wider, and watches how breath catches in Rhaenyra’s throat. The next moment, Rhaenyra steps in front of her, one hand on the wall behind Alicent, the other barely grazes against the hem of her jacket. Fingertips slowly drag over Alicent’s side, her hip bone, and as though hypnotised she watches Rhaenyra’s square elegant hand stroke down her skirt and then move inward until her fingertips slide beneath where the stockings have torn open. Her touch is hot on hotter skin. A gasp catches in Alicent’s throat.

Rhaenyra steps closer. Her breath fans over Alicent’s face. Her hand slowly grabs Alicent’s thigh.

A curse escapes Alicent.

Rhaenyra’s bright blue gaze, inescapable, a pull like the tide that drags young fishermen’s wives out to sea. Rhaenyra’s fingers spread under the stocking. It tears more. Alicent can’t think. Head tilted against the wall, feels her brows creasing, her heart hammering in her skull.

“You’re so hot,” Rhaenyra whispers. Rhaenyra’s hand glides upwards, confident, and rubs between Alicent’s thighs. A gasp escapes her. Rhaenyra rubs harder, and it feels so good that for a moment Alicent forgets all around her. It’s never felt this good before—- Heat surges through her. She can barely look at Rhaenyra, can’t believe she has her hand on her cunt in a back alley at night, a stranger— Rhaenyra’s thumb presses down on her clit, Rhaenyra’s breath on her mouth. God, she wants her.

“Kiss me,” Alicent says without meaning to.

A blush turns Rhaenyra’s cheeks pink. Alicent can’t believe it. Her fingers fist in Rhaenyra’s shirt and she yanks her in. Rhaenyra’s hot tongue presses into her mouth. Like a fever, she wishes she could feel Rhaenyra’s tongue in other places, too, gasps and whimpers into their kiss at the thought of it on her clit, inside her. A strong hand grabs the back of her knee, pulls her leg up until it rests around Rhaenyra’s hip.

Pain spikes through her lip when Rhaenyra bites it, her hot mouth dragging along her cheek to her neck and she sucks and bites at her skin there, too, will leave a mark like they are goddamn teenagers and where before it had made Alicent uncomfortable when men had pressed their teeth into her like this, she now feels a strange forbidden thrill.

A moan against her neck. Rhaenyra pushes herself closer, her fingers alternating between rubbing Alicent’s clit and lower, and with a shiver of shame, Alicent realises how fucking wet she’s gotten. As if reading her thoughts, Rhaenyra retrieves her hand, puts index- and middle finger to her lips where they leave a liquid sheen, and she sucks the wetness from them. The sight is almost too much. The blush on Rhaenyra’s cheeks deepens, her hand falls to Alicent’s hip.

“Can I finger you?” Rhaenyra’s voice is low and rough and shy all at once.

Words stick in Alicent’s throat. She just glares, lets out an embarrassing sound and nods, once, twice, and Rhaenyra’s kissing her again as her hand is slipping into her skirt. With shaking fingers, Alicent unbuttons it to allow Rhaenyra more movement. The next second, Rhaenyra’s fingertips are on her sweaty skin, down her stomach and all at once on her clit.

“Oh god,” Alicent gasps.

“Yeah,” Rhaenyra moans, moans from touching Alicent.

Thoughts meld, heat and want takes all. Rhaenyra’s palm presses against her clit. A finger slides against her wetness and slowly pushes inside her. Her other hand comes to cup Alicent’s breast, gently, almost reverently before she squeezes, thumb pressing against Alicent’s nipple. Tears prick at Alicent’s lashes. It feels too good. She should not be doing this. The finger inside her moves slowly.

“You can—” Alicent babbles, “You can put in more—”

“Fuck,” Rhaenyra growls, pushes her middle finger in as well and hotly, blissfully, her ring finger.

Alicent gasps, feels herself stretched around Rhaenyra’s fingers, Rhaenyra’s palm hard against her clit. She’s so full. Sweat beads on her forehead, under her arms, the back of her knee. She grinds herself against Rhaenyra’s fingers, the angle making them feel even bigger inside her.

“You’re so good,” Rhaenyra whispers into her ear, her voice roughened, almost desperate. Lips drag over her jaw to her mouth. “I want to fuck you so badly.” Rhaenyra is kissing her again, starting to thrust her fingers into her, pressing the heel of her palm into Alicent’s clit in a way that makes Alicent see red heat pulsate behind her eyelids. She moans into their kiss, hands grabbing Rhaenyra’s shirt, clutching her as close as she can, cannot think—

“I want to make you come,” Rhaenyra says and curls her fingers inside her.

Alicent bites her own lip until she can taste blood.

“More on my—on my clit,” Alicent gasps and Rhaenyra follows.

“Like that?”

“Yes,” Alicent moans, grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand to position it how she needs it, and she tilts her head back, sliver of black night sky above then pulsating dark as her eyes squeeze shut. Her mouth opens and suddenly a hand presses over it. Rhaenyra grins at her, ravenous, pupils blown, and it is both the look and the hand keeping her silent that drives Alicent to the brink. Rhaenyra’s fingers slip out of her and shove in roughly again, her thumb pressing to the side of her clit, rubbing circles into it. It builds inside Alicent, builds and builds and she is quaking around Rhaenyra’s fingers, moaning against Rhaenyra’s palm and she is coming. Tears blur her gaze.

She falls forward against Rhaenyra’s shoulder, breathing heavily.

For a moment neither of them moves.

Slowly, Rhaenyra slips her fingers out of Alicent. A soft kiss against Alicent’s cheek. Another.

“So good,” Rhaenyra says, breathless.

Hot wetness leaks from between Alicent’s thighs. She’s rarely been this wet. Rhaenyra’s made her—

Her chest heaves.

The back alley and the night reshape around them.

“Oh god…” Alicent gasps in horror, looking around, but Rhaenyra kisses her again, a soft and sweet kiss and Alicent cannot but kiss her back. Desperation mixes between them. The need to touch Rhaenyra crashes over her like a wave, but Rhaenyra catches her wrist when she moves her hand to Rhaenyra’s hip.

A grin stretches Rhaenyra’s lips. What might be rue glints in her eyes.

“Don’t have time,” she says. “Gotta get back.”

Cold cords up Alicent’s throat.

“Oh…”

Rhaenyra laughs shily, kisses her again. “But,” she intones, “I’d like to give you my number.”

Rhaenyra sucks her wet fingers into her mouth, eyes on Alicent. Alicent swallows hard, watches Rhaenyra suck her slickness from her fingers, imagines Rhaenyra’s mouth on her there—

Rhaenyra cocks an eyebrow.

“Well?”

“Y-yes.” With shaking fingers, Alicent fishes her phone out, unlocks it and hands it to Rhaenyra. Her heartbeat still pounds against her ribs. Rhaenyra types in her number, her first name, adds the dragon emoji next to it.

“Will you call me?” Rhaenyra hands the phone back, fingers sliding over Alicent’s when Alicent takes it. A soft noise escapes Alicent instead of a reply and once more she can feel heat push into her cheeks.

Rhaenyra pushes her back against the wall, gaze sweltering, dark.

“Promise it.”

“I do.” Alicent tilts her chin up and Rhaenyra kisses her, tongue slipping into Alicent’s mouth, shooting little sparks through Alicent’s whole body, wanting Rhaenyra again, wanting her more—

Rhaenyra steps back.

“We’re on tour for a month more, but I’ll be back in town after.” Rhaenyra grins. “Let me take you to…dinner.”

Alicent swallows.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.”

Rhaenyra’s grin widens. She cards a hand through her short wet hair, then darts forward and kisses Alicent again before turning on her heel, opening the heavy metal door with an ease that makes Alicent’s knees weak and—and she is gone.

Alicent stares at the door, at her phone with Rhaenyra’s contact. A pling echoes in the street and a message pops up. Helaena.

MOM!! Where are u?

Alicent’s heart almost jumps out of her chest, she rights her clothes, checks her make-up in her Chanel powder-compact mirror, she looks awful, but no more so than the girls she passed on her way out.

Good god. Helaena must never know. Though perhaps if she knew Rhaenyra was her friend, she might look at Alicent with less embarrassment.

Yes, Alicent thinks with a hammering heart, wouldn’t it be nice if Rhaenyra were her friend?

She hurries back, clutching her phone to her chest, smiling not unlike one of the teenagers at the concert.

[passionateseadruid]

broken beyond repair?

Summary:

It had been 65 years since you died and six months earlier you'd killed your husband. About 67 years ago you'd married the man who'd come to be known as Vox.

Notes:

Okay a few things: It has a slow intro but I promise it get's good. Not historically accurate also it takes place 2022 (Hazbin Hotel I'll say takes place 2024)

Cw: Abusive relationships, older man/younger woman, misogyny (well, it is from the 50s), pre canon, Vox’s (theorized) human name, also Valentino is mentioned.

Your parents smile at you as you look over the ticket to the set of JacxBox News. JaxcBox has several different television/radio shows but your favorite by far was the news channel. Now, don't get it twisted, the news is boring as hell (even back then (Back now?)); But the host has a sexy voice and the pictures of him in the newspaper made him look like an Adonis.

"Thank you Mama! Thank you Daddy!" You hug you parents (specifically your father).

"Molly Mayberry's parents had the idea to send you two girls to the see the live show." Your mother explains to you. Molly Mayberry; heiress to the Mayberry country club. She's been your best friend since you were five.

Your parents both worked to be able to afford the private school you went to, raising scorn and mockery from the rest of the community. See, you weren't rich but you were determined to change that. Someday you were going to marry a banker or a stock broker and you'd be able to set your parents up in a nice home maybe somewhere on the coast, and when they'd grow old you'd get them the nicest nurse your future husband's money could pay for.

"You mind if I call Molls? She's gonna be so jazzed." They nod and you flop down into the couch. You dial her number on the rotary, and hear it ring. "Hey! My parents just told me! So what are we gonna wear? Are we gonna match?" 

"Who cares about that! My daddy says we can use his new blue fliptop! Hummy and Angie are going to be so jealous when we see them at tennis." Angie "Hummy" Drew and Eliana Pheen make up the rest of your little clique. Hummy is a sweet girl but she isn't very bright (at least that's what everyone else says); she's often humming to herself as a way to calm herself or focus her mind on the task at hand. Her parents have tried everything they can to "fix" her, with no shortage of funds coming from her fathers jewelry company. Eliana on the other hand is the strongest and tallest girl in the graduating class of '53; her dad was a world-famous tennis player for the national Spain tennis team in his youth and won gold for them in the 1936 Olympics. Her dad had to take her mom’s last name when he came over to live here.

"Sounds like a jam."

"I know! I'm gonna meet Vincent Audire! Now don't be jealous when he absolutely falls for me." Molly giggles. She was the leader of your guys little clique and if she liked a boy the other girls weren't allowed to pursue him. Your pretty sure that every time you liked a guy she tried to snatch him away. Your not sure why you were friends. 

"He'll just adore you." You say supportively, despite the fact that it breaks your heart.

"Duh! Who wouldn't."

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It was a few days later and You and Molly sit in the audience and watch as the news is being recorded both on film and over the radio.

Vincent was a handsome man with dark, almost jet black, hair. He had there piercing blue eyes and a stunningly white smile. Your heart skips a beat every time he looks over at you two. Before the show he even winked in your direction. Of course Molly's sure it's for her. Why wouldn't it be. She's the one dressed to the nines in jewelry and a nice cherry red wiggle dress. She lent you some accessories to go with the dress you'd converted from an old poodle skirt Molly gave you into a petticoat. 

After the show was over Molly sent you away to "get her something from the snack table in the lounge" so she could go cozy up to Vincent.

It didn't work apparently because he shows up in the lounge 50 seconds after you finish scooping something up for Molly. 

"Hello sir." You smile at him.

"Hey doll. You come with that lady in the slim red dress? You two are rather young aren't you?"

"I don't s'pose so sir. We graduated just last week. Neither of us really fancy College. Molly's father prolly' gonna make her go to Radcliffe to meet one of those Harvard men. She's far more interested in you though sir."

"Oh really? What about you doll?"

"Me?" You ask surprised. "Well I s'pose I won't gonna go to college. I'll just marry one of Molly's father's friend's sons. Be a cute lil housewife, for a handsome rich man." You bat your lashes at him.

"Well that's probable for the best. Being a trophy wife suits someone of your skillset better than a housewife."

"And what do you mean by that sir?" You hesitate to ask. Oh if Molly saw you now she'd rip your head off.

"No one's being fooled by the botch job done on your dress. An old poodle skirt to a petticoat? You'd be better off using that pretty face of yours to please your husband." He ran one of his warm pale hands against your cheek. His knuckle feels alien yet comforting against you. "Doll. You wouldn't happen to be free tomorrow night would you?"

"I am."

"Would you want to go to my favorite restaurant with me? We could meet earlier and go get you something presentable."

"I'd love that, sir."

"Please Doll. Call me Vincent." He kisses your knuckles and walks off. "I'll meet you on boardwalk by the pier at noon." he says looking back. You nod and rush back to Molly with her snack.

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The next day he brought you around to a few fancy shops and bought you a tiki dress for dinner. He brought you out to this cute little Hawaiian Restaurant.  

Later that night as he was walking you back to your front door he leaned down and kissed you straight on the lips.

"How forward of you Vincent!" You blush. He chuckles and hands you the bags from the shopping trip.

"Here's my number. Call me tomorrow to set up our next date doll." He kisses your cheek and walks back to his car.

"Okay. Have a good night Vincent."

After your second date he asked you to go steady. He takes you out every weekend. This went on for a while and your friend noticed.

"Alright, what's going on?" Molly asks almost annoyed.

"I'm going steady with a boy." You smiled dreamily.

"Hm? What's he like?" Hummy bounces her leg as she asks interested.

"Get your head out of la la land and focus on the game!" Eliana shouts from across the court.

"Don't see why you're upset. You two are winning." Molly snarks. "She's right though. I wanna win this game."

"Molly, no one's ever won against Eliana." You point out.

"Papa has!" Eliana exclaims.

"Oh thank you Eliana, for correcting me that the only person who's ever beaten you is the world famous tennis champion who taught you." You roll your eyes.

////////////////////////////////////////

It had been about six months of going steady and no one has been aware of it. But one day he went on the news channel, his smile slightly forced as he announced that in about two months he'd be taking two weeks off to go on his honeymoon. He called you onto the set with him and introduced you to the world.

You don't fail to notice the tight grip he kept around your shoulder. You don't think that he's all to pleased about what you told him just the night before.

Neither was Molly when she saw you on the news channel that evening. She was screaming, throwing things around her room, and according to Hummy she even assaulted one of the help. 

You haven't seen Molly since you went on TV, but that wouldn't last long. She found you when you were out one day with Vincent.

"HOW COULD YOU!!" She charges at you and your Fiancé's bodyguard, Parker, steps in to protect you.

"Go back to the car Vincent I'll be there in a moment." He rolls his eyes but does as you say.

"You tramp! You knew how much I loved him!" Molly cries as tears stream down her face.

"I'm sorry Molly, but Vincent wants me."

"You... you really are dense! He doesn't want you! He wants an easy girl. He'll have his fun with you but in the end rich men will marry the daughters of other rich men."

"That's where you're wrong. I'm having his baby, that's why he put this rock on my hand."

She screams. She goes to pull on your hair but Parker steps up and in between the two of you. He escorts you back to the unpleased man in the black car.

////////////////////////////////////////

A year later you were living with a baby boy who absolutely adores you; and a husband how tosses you around like a used sock.

So here you sit. In the kitchen of your husband's mansion, feeding your beautiful baby; seeing as the help having the day off. 

Your husband Vincent isn't exactly the nicest man. You have no idea what happened to him. The day before you told him you were pregnant he was buying you flowers and dresses, taking you out for dinner and spoon feeding you 100 dollar parfaits. then the second you told him his mood shifted.

Molly was right, you know that now. Vincent wasn't the marrying type. However, if you'd gone public with the news of your pregnancy his carrier would be over. He had no choice but the marry you.

"Hello Junior, how's my big man today?" Vincent asks, ruffling the boys black locks. As much as he now hates you you're glad to see he holds no resentment towards his son. It almost made up for the times he'd get drunk and throw things, complaining how you'd ruined his life (though thankfully there were no mentions of his son in those arguments), or all the nights he'd leave you cold and alone in bed, coming home with tacky shades of lipstick all over him. Yes he loves his son, but his wife on the other hand...

"Doll. Where's my drink? I told you I wanted one an hour ago." His demanding voice cut you out of your thoughts.

"You're not getting a drink. I'm done being your servant." You mumble, gritting your teeth.

He rolls his eyes and snorts, "Okay. Doll get me my-" He cut himself off as he felt a searing blinding pain in his side. He looks back at you, the silver knife in your hands now stained with crimson. He pushed you to the floor and headed into the living room. He tripped as you locked the door to the patio and closed the blinds.

"Honey... let's..." he pants, "lets talk about this, okay? You don't have to do this. I'm... I'm so sorry. Look love, you don't have to worry... I won't tell anyone. We'll say a tripped and fell onto a blade in the garage. I still love you, doll."

You grab the whisky from the drink you were supposed to fix him and splash it all over him.

"For what it's worth, I'll always love you Vincent." You tip the TV over on him and watch as it shorted out and caught fire. You quickly grabbed your son and the two emergency bags you'd packed the night before for the two of you and snag the keys to the car. You'll get the hell out of dodge, wait for the fire to spread and come back to put on the helpless wife routine.

////////////////////////////////////////

You s'pose karma has a was of coming back to bite you in in the ass.

Only six month after you'd killed your husband your old friend Molly broke in and stabs you. Luckily Junior was away with your parents for the weekend.

////////////////////////////////////////

When you awoke in hell you woke up to simple jabbing pain in your arm. "Ow." You see a few kids poking at you with forks. they had gray skin and black eyes.

Instinctually you pulled a needle out of your hair and pointed it at them. You hit it straight into the ground which caught the attention of some adults. 

Some of them came up to you and you grab one and held the needle to their neck. "Everyone stay back, or the creepo gets it!" About five minutes later of you holding this man hostage and demanding safe passage to a safe haven a tall woman popped through the small crowd that formed. 

"What's going on here?" She asks clearly unpleased.

"Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" You ask voice breaking as you speak, from fear or frustrated tears you're not sure. 

"Shouldn't I be the one asking that? You come to my town and start making demands like this, threatening my people."

"I don't want to! Those kids were poking me with a fork! I just... fear and adrenaline overtook me and now we're here. I just want to go home! I just want to see my baby boy again." Tears flowed from your eyes. 

"Tina, Tommy! We do not play with or pick at our food. And we also do not eat living people. 'Kay darlin', just let Frankie go and we can talk." You did as the taller woman asks. 

You still held the needle out just in case. "Darlin' I'm an overlord. A measly needle won't do you much good. The names Rosie. From what my people told me you got fast reflexes, and an itchin' to stab. We could use someone like that here." She wraps her arm around you. "You poor, poor thing. It's gonna be okay. Let Aunty Rosie take care of this mess. I'll explain everything to you but you gotta come with me. There are eyes and ears everywhere."

"You can say that again." She giggles at your little comment.

"Alastor will just adored you."

////////////////////////////////////////

It had been 65 years since you died and you'd been working for Rosie every day. You'd met Alastor on a handful of occasions and only briefly had conversations with him when you saw him. He was a nice enough fellow, albeit a bit spooky. Anyway back to your job for Rosie. You'd get requests from the cannibals and you'd go out and get them the meats they requested. Your Demonic power allowed you enhanced battle reflexes and speed as well as seeing where to get tools for different modes of murder and the steps to kill in different ways. Yes it was morbid but it kept a roof over your head and the sinners always grew back so it's not like it was really hurting anyone. While you hadn't sold your soul to her she basically owned you and protected you. It was nice to have someone who actually cared for you.

But that all came to a stop when you saw an add one day while walking back with your freshest orders. VoxTek with their signature slogan "Trust us... with your safety." The man on the screen, the voice telling you to trust him...

"Oh Vincent, what happened to you?" You stood there almost entranced as a voice called out form behind you.

"You happened to me." He placed his hands on your shoulders and you spun around and elbowed him in the stomach. "Oof! Okay doll, I see you wanna play rough." He hoisted you over his shoulder and Teleported you both through a street camera to a nice looking building.

"Valentino and Velvette are gonna kill me. Val especially."

"Let go of me!" You squirm and tried to hit him with your needles in your hair but neither make a dent.

He threw you onto a bed and paced back and forth in the room. The bed itself was nice. Prussian blue silk sheets and rose red and royal blue comforters sat on top of the bed. 

"This is bad." Vincent, no, Vox paces back and forth. "This is really bad."

'You can say that again.' You think as you look around the room to see if anything can help you escape. You could take the comforters and sheets and wrap them around his head or his neck. You could...

"This is all your fault!" He shouted at you.

"My fault?! How is this my fault?!"

"You just had to stab me and end up down here didn't you!"

"Are you seriously going to blame me? Firstly We got together when I was 18 and you were 33 the blame should not be on me in that situation, and secondly You were the one who plopped down and took me back here!"

"You could have refused!" He defended. 

"I did! I said I didn’t want to go with you when you kidnapped me!" You retorted.

"I meant every time we had sex! Every time we kissed! You weren’t complaining when you got a nice dress out of it! What, you think I wanted you to stab me? I begged you not to, I said we could talk, I told you I still loved you and would forgive you!" He grabbed your arm.

"Oh you loved me? Did you love me when you hit me? Did you think of me when you were fucking those prostitutes with that tacky orange lipstick? Were you jumping for joy on the inside while scowling at me when I told you I was pregnant? Did you ever love me or did you just love my holes? Huh? Did you?" You push and hit his chest. 

He grasps both of your hands. "Of course I did! But you just made it so hard!"

"Oh did I?" You asked sarcastically.

"Yes, you did! If you hated it so much why didn’t you leave?"

"It was the 50's Vox! If I asked you for a divorce I'd never be able to see my son again, I wasn't willing to lose him!" Tears form in your eyes.

"But you were willing to loose me?"

"I really don't believe you were ever mine." Tears fully streamed down your cheeks.

"Oh and you're such a saint? The woman who said she'd always love me turned her back on me and tried to flee to live with the best friend of my greatest enemy."

"I said that I'd always love Vincent, not Vox."

"Are you Fucking kidding me? We're literally the same person!"

"Oh really? Vincent wouldn't hurt others to get what he wants."

"It's Hell babe." He rolls his eyes.

"Vincent wouldn't have kidnapped me." You point out.

"Vincent also wouldn't want his ex-wife to be able to spread rumors about him and ruin his image. Neither does Vox."

"I had a good thing going "Vox"! I had a job and I haven't thought of you once!" You screamed at him.

"Yeah well I'm more well off than you could ever imagine. I have a wonderful Boyfriend and we have a wonderful platonic friend who lives with us!"

" Okay, we worked out our problems, I won't spread any rumors about you and your harem or whatever. Can you please let me go now? I really don't care who you're fucking. It was till death do us part remember?"

"I can't let you go. What if you tell someone. I'll need some insurance."

"What do you want then?"

"I want your soul." He grins sinisterly.

"What...?"

"Think about it. You could continue to hunt people. Do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. Fuck whoever you want. Of course you wouldn't be allowed to live with any other Overlord especially not one that's so close to Alastor, but I'd let you live as far away from me as possible (I'd probably prefer that in all honesty). You could even continue to work for your little girlfriend. I'll get you all set up on the other side of Pentagram City and protect you should anything bad happen. After all, I am far more powerful than your little girlfriend. All this and all you have to do is keep your mouth shut and give me your pretty little soul." He circles you like a shark looking to attack it's prey. "And should you refuse. I'll throw you from the balcony and have someone pick up your splattered remains off of the ground to do it over and over again."

"I can have freedom and ALL you ask is to have me soul in you possession and for me to never speak of you again?"

"Correct... Doll." He chuckles darkly, holding out his hand.

"Deal."

Notes:

I left it open ended in case I ever feel like making a part 2 I also am looking into getting a banner.

[man-you-were-meant-to-be]

80s wall street forcemasc

female stock broker in the 80s at the most profitable firm on wall street. she's brilliant, she's ballsy, she's got a sense for a rising stock like a shark has the sense for blood. one problem: she's a woman, and wall street's a boys' club. no matter how much money she makes on the floor, to the boys she's "that bitch in equities". one of the execs takes her under his wing, tells her the truth about wall street. you're either dinner or the diner, and he'll be damned if she ends up on one of those bastards' plates. he puts her on his team, trains her up, shows her how to bare her teeth, shows her how to rip and tear. she's not the bitch in equities, she makes others her bitch. after she sets a record for the company by making 50 million dollars' profit in a single deal, she's invited to the exec's yacht. in between rounds of poker and lines of coke on the deck, the exec tells her a little secret. the exec and the boys on the team used to be just like her -- sharks and tigers and hawks and piranhas who wore the skin of women, begging for an excuse to be set free from those cages. the exec's got that key to those cages, got his finger on the pulse of the greatest financial talents in the nation. wall street should be filled with men like them, real men, men who work twice as hard, who are twice as smart, who've got twice the nerve of any bitch who had a cock handed to him at birth. a secretary hands the exec a tiny box, which he presents to her -- her gift for being the best on the floor, evidence that she's one of the best brokers wall street's ever seen, her ticket to be a full member of the team -- a vial and syringe of testosterone. everything else she's said, done, given up in search of profit and glory have been pussy bets. now it's time to go all in. as if she thought she'd never be asked, she accepts the deal. she's feared by the boys on the floor like prairie mice fear owls. they sense something in her and her team that they don't have, something that makes them shrink in her presence. if the world were fair, the tigers would not be in the same pen as the meat and the men would not be in the same arena as the boys. but there's no justice in the world, and she is grateful for that; a fair game's never worth playing.

[readyforevolution]

As I have stated in the past, both of the Political Parties in the Divided States of America, (Democrats and Republicans) are Racist to their core.

From a historical perspective, brokered conventions do not produce elected Presidents for the Political Party that sponsors this type of convention. But, these Democrats are so wickedly racist, they would rather bypass Vice-President Kamala Harris and instead take a chance on some White Candidate of their choosing to run at the top of the Democratic Party ticket if Biden steps down.

If Biden steps down and the Democrats execute Pelosi’s evil plan, they will be making a grave mistake. If they think that Africans in America, who are The Base of the Democratic Party, will tolerate this level of disrespect towards Vice-President Harris and Us, They Better Think Again!!! Kwame Ture correctly stated, “a corrupt instrument can never lead a people to liberation.” Both Political Parties are corrupt instruments.

The Democrats are Foxes who pose as our friends but whose goal is not for our betterment no more than is the goal of the Wolves within the Republican Party.

Brothers and Sisters, all we have is each other. And to win the war, we must unify and become organized in order to procure our liberation.

Ready For Revolution!!!

Arinzechukwu Ture

[superphantom]

Danielle: Model Human

“So what if Dani met Cas and decided to teach him how to be human?” 

So here’s this! 1,421 words, oneshot. Hope you enjoy!

Castiel took his place in line behind a small girl who was standing on her tip-toes to reach the counter. She was engaged in a heated argument with the ticket broker, though the anger was pretty one-sided. The man running the counter looked more tired than anything as he reminded her in a monotone voice,

“I’m sorry, miss, I can’t sell you a ticket without a parent’s permission. Company policy.”

The girl huffed and turned around, starting when she looked at Castiel. She tilted her head back to look him in the face and her pissed expression went to a mischievous grin. She winked at him. 

“Dad! There you are, can you tell this chump I’m allowed to ride the bus alone?” She winked again. 

Castiel tilted his head to the side, squinting. He’d never seen this girl before. Had Jimmy had other children he didn’t know about? 

“I’m no-” 

The girl kicked him in the shin and gave him what Sam would refer to as ‘puppy-dog eyes’. Ah, she was asking him to lie for her. That he could do. 

“I am here to accompany my daughter on the bus.” A flicker of nervousness jolted through his body. He tried to disguise it with a friendly smile. 

The ticket seller looked to him, then down at the girl, then back to him, sighed, and held out his hand. “That’ll be $40.65.”

Castiel patted his pockets. They were just as empty as they were 5 minutes ago. The girl shoved a handful of bills onto the counter before he could say anything, snapped up the two tickets that were given, then grabbed onto his hand and pulled him towards the benches in front of the loading station. She was strong for her size, not enough that he couldn’t stop her if needed but enough that it might actually be somewhat of a challenge. When she sat she drew one of her knees to her chest, letting the other one swing down. Castiel took the seat next to her. 

“Thanks for vouching for me back there,” She said. Her cheek was resting on her knee as she spoke. “What’s your name?”

“My name is C-” He paused. His name was unique, which was never good when trying to blend in. Plus, Sam and Dean usually used aliases when talking to strangers. It couldn’t hurt. He cleared his throat. “My name is…”

He scanned the room for any ideas. On the muted television a man boasted his real estate company. The caption identified him as Daniel Patterson. 

“Daniel.” he finished. “I’m Daniel.” 

“Hey, no way! I’m Dani. With an ‘i’.” she thought for a moment, “Actually, do you know a guy called Vlad?”

“No,” he answered. Neither of them spoke for a few moments. He remembered that humans tend to engage in small talk. “Do you?”

“Yeah, he’s my dad, and a real jerk too. I was worried ‘cuz you kinda look like this other Danny I know except old and way taller,” Dani informed him.

“I understand,” Castiel said. He did not understand.

“Danny’s my cousin,” she continued, “Why don’t you have a bag?”

Castiel looked down then back at her. “I lost it.”

“I lost my bag one time too, ‘cuz Cujo- he’s kinda Danny’s dog- ran off with it ‘cuz I left a sandwich in there. I got it back though,” She twisted in her seat to show off her backpack. A logo of a cracked egg with purple text written across it decorated the small zipper pocket of her bag. 

“Dumpty Humpty?” Castiel read. The name was familiar, but not in a way he could place. Perhaps a football team? 

Dani’s eyes sparkled when she turned around to look at him again, an even broader smile climbing onto her face. “I can’t believe you know them, you’re so old!” 

His lack of reaction must’ve been a reaction, as Dani paused after saying that. “Uh, no offense or anything.” 

“I don’t follow sports, sorry.” For all his time with the Winchesters, there was still much of humanity that he did not understand. Sports of all kinds fell in that category. 

She giggled. “Dude, they’re a band. I don’t think I like sports. I mean, I’ve never played or anything, but…”

“Neither have I.” He pulled his lips tight with a smile. Facial expressions were still confusing, but he felt he was getting the hang of it. “Though I have listened to music before. I like Led Zeppelin.”

“Never heard of ‘em. Hey, what’s your birthday?” 

He jolted at the sudden change of topic. She blinked at him, innocent as a lamb. He blinked back. In the back of his mind, he scrambled to come up with a date, any date. Jimmy must’ve had a birthday, right? He cursed his human mind for its shortcomings. “Thursday.”

Dani responded with a raised eyebrow, her short ponytail brushed her shoulder when she tilted her head in question. 

“What are you?”

Castiel blinked. Dani blinked back. 

“Human.” It was the truth, not all of it perhaps, but he was human. 

“And?” She prompted, gesturing at him to keep talking. How this girl had detected his lie of omission he didn’t know. There was never a time he wished he could at least see souls, or demon's true faces, or have any intuition to somethings nature or intentions or, hell, even the ability to read a damn social cue more. 

“And what? I’m human.” 

“It’s okay, man, I know. I think everyone knows, ‘cuz you’re being real clumsy right now, I understand it's hard to get the hang of but seriously, whoever made you is probably looking for you ‘cuz there is no way you passed training like that.” She spoke with complete confidence, still swinging her leg back and forth. She was so small the toe of her shoe barely brushed the ground. “I’m gonna offer you a deal. If you pretend to be in charge of me, like you did at the counter there, I’ll teach you how to blend in. I escaped from my dad three months ago and he hasn’t found me and he’s got spies everywhere. You can’t be more than a week out of the tube.”

There had to be something he was missing. That or he was having a stroke. Individually, the words she spoke made sense. Together, though? The only logical explanation he could construct was that someone, for some reason was messing with him. “Who do you work for?”

“See, that’s the best part! I don’t have to work for anybody but myself. That’s what freedom’s all about, doin’ whatever you want whenever you want. I know it seems weird at first but, trust me, it’s great.” 

“What are you?”

Dani shrugged, “I’m a clone.”

“And you think I’m a clone?” Against all logic, his gut wanted to trust her. Outside the bus pulled over, spilling people out into the station. He watched out of the corner of his eye as the workers began refueling the vehicle. 

“Or something close. Take it from someone who spent most of their seven-month existence in a lab, growing out of a test tube makes you act weird.” Her smile was perfect and white, although a gap-toothed grin would’ve suited her much better. “It’s up to you, I can take care of myself, but I guess I’m a little more like my original than I thought. Free human tip for you, the back of the bus is the best place to ride. I’m gonna go get a spot before all the good ones get taken. Want me to save you a seat?” 

He stared at her for a moment, looking up because she was just a smidge taller than him when he was sitting down. He tried to study the look on her face, but that just led where it always did, to nothing. Was he really that obvious? Could everyone tell he was just pretending to be human? Dani’s foot began to tap, Castiel recognized this as the sign of impatience it was. She was right. As far as normal went, he was lost. He didn’t know how much a bus ticket was or how to make small talk or to carry a bag. Without the Winchesters, he was lost. It would be nice to have some of that confidence back in his life. It would be nice to be needed again, even if it were just to vouch for Dani at ticket counters. 

“That would be nice.” 

[justinspoliticalcorner]

Andrew Roth at The Guardian:

Donald Trump’s choice of JD Vance as his vice-presidential pick has reignited fears in Europe that he would pursue a transactional “America first” foreign policy that could culminate in the US pushing for Ukraine to acquiesce to Vladimir Putin and sue for peace with Russia. “It’s bad for us but it’s terrible news for [Ukraine],” said one senior European diplomat in Washington. “[Vance] is not our ally.” Foreign diplomats and observers have frequently called Trump’s actual policies a “black box,” saying that was impossible to know for certain what the unpredictable leader would do when in power. Some have soothed themselves by suggesting that names tipped for top positions, such as former national security adviser Robert O’Brien, would maintain a foreign policy status quo while Trump focuses on domestic affairs.

But a prospective Trump administration now has a much more energetic surrogate who will fuel Trump’s skepticism towards Ukraine and Europe, while urging on the party’s aggressive trade and foreign policy elsewhere around the globe. “Senator Vance was one of the leading opponents of the new assistance package to Ukraine last spring and has expressed indifference to what happens in that war,” said Michael McFaul, director at the Freeman Spogli Institute for International Studies and a former ambassador to Russia. “By choosing Vance as his running mate, Trump has clarified a very clear choice for American voters in November on foreign policy.” “President Biden’s foreign policy strategy radically contrasts with Mr Trump’s approach,” he said. “Biden and Harris have promoted democracy and stood up to autocrats. Trump and Vance have paid no attention to advancing democracy abroad and instead have embraced autocrats. The contrast in foreign approaches embraced by these two presidential candidates has never been clearer in my lifetime.”

In public, Vance has criticized US aid packages to Ukraine and pushed for negotiations with Russia, although Ukraine has said it did not wish to hold talks. He has accused the Biden administration of “micromanaging” Israel’s war in Gaza, and said that America should “enable Israel to actually finish the job”. He has advocated containment of China, saying that America was “spread too thin” in Europe and pushing for aggressive trade restrictions and intellectual property protections against China. [...] Vance also said he believed the Ukraine war “will end in a negotiated peace”, a view that appeared to be backed up on Tuesday by the Hungarian PM Viktor Orbán, who has been traveling on a rogue “peace mission” to Moscow and Mar-a-Lago, wrote that Trump after the elections will begin acting as a “peace broker immediately”, even before his inauguration.

Vladimir Putin and Viktor Orbán are happy at the news that Donald Trump tapped anti-Ukraine Senator J.D. Vance to be on the ticket.

If the Trump/Vance ticket wins, Ukraine is done for and Russia would terrorize the Baltics and some of the former Warsaw Pact nations.

A vote for Biden (or Harris) would keep Ukraine strong, so vote Biden/Harris!

[housano]

Housano's LIVE-A-HALF-ASSED Summaries Presents Pubraseer and the Infinite Radness Part 2: 🎶Crash Into Me🎶

We start off this part in an open field area where a moderator is announcing the public special exam has begun, we meet a new Oaks character who is nervous, clenching his exam card, and the last to be transformed by the operator. He is determined to become a hero to meet his goal. Before the operator can transform him the terminal begins to act up, so our future playable character closes his eyes to calm himself down and phase out the noise. When the noise stops, he opens his eyes, ready to switch into his hero outfit.

Only to find that the operator is nowhere to be found and gets upset that if he can't transform, he won't be able to take the exam.

Jumping to the Tycoons tower, we have a Virtual Festa reuinion with our beloved Pubra-Chan, Writer Subaru and Scaly Tsundere Hydoor. It's been a while since they worked together though they wished Ryekie could be with them. The operator explains that they will be evaluating the heroes. Subaru and Hydoor will play the role of villains and Pubraseer will get to be a civilian that needs to be rescued by the Heroes. The operator says there's a Locker room where Pubraseer can get changed while the others go an take position. Before we get to the fanservice, Pubraseer notices a person sized UFO flying through the air and decides to alert the operator outside the locker room, only to find them gone.

We then circle back to MC being ported to the field from earlier to immediately be bombarded by the future character from earlier desperate to transform. He said they he prepared for this exam only to trip on the steps and be attacked by animals on his way here and when he was ready the operator disappeared. MC realized that they were transported into the exam area and we find out (after thrusting their admission ticket) that this is Denebora. He states he has a lot on the line with this examination and we agree to transform him since this is an emergency situation.

Only to be transformed into an unconscious state by Orbiter falling on him. Orbiter is shocked as he thought no one was there and will apologize to Denebora when he wakes up. He said he tried to leave by a small space ship he build but apparently there's a ceiling that he hit, causing his space ship to fall apart and hands us a part, asking us if we've seen something similar. Before we can anwer our terminal starts beeping and we are yeeted off to Broker knows where.

Denebora wakes up and Orbiter profusely apologizes. He asks where MC is and Orbiter says they just disappeared. It's then that Denebora and Orbiter realize MC has both their admission ticket and ship parts respectively. They agree, since this is isn't a horror movie, to split up to cover more ground and exchange contact information.

This time we are transported to my happy place: right into Pubra-chan's embrace, which, thank you Lifewonders is giving the fans exactly what we want. Unfortunately, Pubra-chan requests for us to move so he can get changed and apologizes for us seeing something unsightly. Love, unsightly are 99% of my gacha pulls in this game. We have gazed upon perfection. Back to the story, we say that we were transported without warning and Pubra said his ooperator disappeared as well. Since he is an examiner, it would be best to report this to the management office and suggest to go to the warp point near his meetup point.

Elsewhere, Gaisei is itching for a fight and the is reminding him of the purpose is for him to take the hero exam so they can get him a license which Gaisei ran off to us. Pubra asks if we managed to get in contact with Huckle but to no avail. Gaisei finds us and immediately wants to engage in a fight with Pubraseer, which perplexes him. Though he is a self-proclaimed villain, he isn't causing trouble for the exam thus far so he can't really do much but oblige.

Unfortunatley we are interrupted by Hydoor and Subaru as villains with Hydoor being in his old pirate outfit. He is flattered if we compliment his outfit, but says he's at work right now and will show it off to us later. Pubraseer tries to get them to stop and explain our predicament, but they are not listening because as Rupaul once said "You're going off script, darling." So Pubra relents and says we have to finish the battle to complete the scenario with Gaisei giddily joining us for battle.

Pubraseer and the Infinite Radness Part 2: Crash into me- END