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mayhemproduces · 1 year

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Wes Barkley vs Rosemary

Perhaps two different competitors have never shared an MPW ring, the dark, spooky, downright evil Rosemary of the Death Dollz, making her return to MPW to go one on one with the loud, brash, and yet, somehow very popular, Wes Barkley of the Rip City Shooters. In fact, our fans here tonight were already chanting for Wes Barkley, chants of “MAS-ER-RA-TI” echoing throughout the building tonight as we get ready to kick off our opening contest!

The two circled one another, before locking up, Wes Barkley immediately grabbing hold of the Demon Assassin’s arm, twisting it, but Rosemary is quick to get out of it, surprising Wes and taking him down with a quick headlock takeover, throwing back to her days as the Canadian Suplex Machine! Rush was long gone, but the memory remained, and Rosemary had Wes in an early pinning predicament! 1….2.. Kickout!

Almost like she expected it to happen, but just a bit disappointed that she didn’t pin him anyway, she forces him to sit up and places him in a chokehold. “Quiet now, huh?” She yells in his face, wringing his neck until he’s trying to scratch at her arms and face. He manages to stand up, but she jumps on his back and transitions it into a backpack type hold. He backs up quickly and slams her back into the turnbuckles. It takes two tries to get her to break the hold, then he sends a harsh elbow to her cheek. This rocks her just a bit, but she sends a harder elbow to his - he drops much quicker than she did. She snarls at him like a lion as she circles him. She forces him up and throws him at the ropes, expecting to drop him with a pop-up powerbomb. But he counters and leaps over her.

He ends up getting the last laugh when he drags her arm with him and sends her flying across the ring. She stands up and leans against the turnbuckles, but she’s alone to breath for only a moment. He jumps up on the second rope and starts sending lefts and rights at her face. But he takes a second to stop and showboat, throwing his arms up at the crowd and taunting them as he booed them. He was letting Rosemary rest for too long and it comes back to bite him when she throws him over the top rope. He lands on his feet on the apron, but only for a minute. She runs at him with a knee strike and he tumbles, rather ungracefully, to the ground.

She stares at him trying to get up and yells at him to stand up. Just at the perfect moment, she rebounds off the ropes with a tornado DDT! He’s spiked right on his head, now Rosemary’s dangerous smirk is back on. She grabs him and throws him at the post, he hits it with a hard thud. Showboating has never been Rosemary’s style, that’s usually left to other members of SGC. But even she couldn’t help but mock Barkley’s mistake. She goes back to him and he attempts to chop her, but she hisses and does little else to show that it hurt her very much. She sends a knee to his chest and forces him back into the ring.

With BLADE, she wanted to drag it out, send a message. She was fresher with her feelings after Syn’s injuries, but now she just wants to humiliate Wes. She very much wanted to hurt him, but humiliating would also help. She spots his leg as he laid sprawled out in the ring and got a dangerous idea, or two - or three. She hooks his foot into her knee, lifted up her leg, and slammed his knee right back down on the mat with a loud crash. As he grabs his knee, she stares down at him with venom in her eyes.

“What’s a matter, Wes?!”

Wes rolls out of the ring, yelling at the ref for a timeout as Blade runs over to check on him. Wes was clutching at his knee and hobbling, but that didn’t stop Rosemary from rolling out of the ring and grabbing Wes by the hair, dragging him back towards the ring. Rosemary grabbed Wes and tossed him back into the ring, before sliding in herself. Rosemary adjusted her elbow pad and when Wes got back up, Rosemary took a wild swing with the Lariat, but Wes Barkley dropped down and kicked Rosemary’s knee out from under her instead, avoiding the line. Rosemary clutched at her leg as she dropped down to a knee, only to be driven to the mat by a DDT from Wes Barkley! Wes flipped Rosemary over onto her back and made the cover, trying to get an early win here!

1…. Kickout!

A quick kickout at just one, it would take a lot more than that to take down a one of wrestling’s toughest in Rosemary. Wes Barkley sat back up, and simulated wiping his hands clean, declaring this one was already over. Wes Barkley found a bundle of light tubes, and smashed them over Rosemary’s head! Broken glass and poisonous gas went everywhere, and now blood was beginning to trickle down Rosemary’s forehead in several spots. Wes Barkley then grabbed Rosemary and held her against the barricade, before digging his teeth into one of the wounds trying to open it up even more! Wes was biting Rosemary!

Wes released Rosemary, and with a crazed look in his eyes, and Rosemary’s blood in his mouth, Wes Barkley began to laugh at the chants of “you sick fuck” that we’re directed at him. Wes Barkley went back at Rosemary and caught her with a few boots to the face, before Wes began digging around underneath the ring, looking for more weapons to introduce into this one. Wes found two doors, throwing them both into the ring as he pulled them out, and then grabbed a couple of chairs for good measure, tossing three of them into the ring, and keeping the fourth for himself. Wes used the end of the chair and pressed it against Rosemary’s throat, choking her against the steel guardrail until Rosemary’s face began to turn a deep, deep shade of red, before Wes finally released him and caught Rosemary in the ribs with the end of the chair, before throwing that chair into the ring as well. Wes once again dig around under the ring, finding a small black bag and tossing that into the ring as well, before Wes grabbed Rosemary once again, bounced her head off the ring apron, and tossed Rosemary back into the ring.

Wes made a big show of taking a little black bag out from under the ring, before rolling into the ring and strutting to the middle, before opening up the bag, and dumping out the contents onto the mat- a ton of little, sharp, thumbtacks. “See ya, Pal!” Wes shouted out, before turning to Rosemary.

Wes grabbed Rosemary again, and lifted her up, looking like he was trying to set Rosemary up for a Maserati Driver, but Rosemary managed to wiggle out of it, and grab one of the chairs that Wes had brought into the ring. Wes turned around and tried to catch Rosemary with a boot to the gut, but Wes was caught with a chair to the head instead! Wes stumbled back into the ropes and bounced off them, and on the rebound Rosemary lifted Wes up and dropped him down onto the thumbtacks with a spinebuster! Hundreds of tacks just got deposited in Wes Barkley’s back, and Wes Barkley looked as if his eyes were going to bulge out of his skull! Wes rolled over in a great deal of pain, showing the crowd just how many tacks were buried in his skin. His entire back almost was covered in the tiny sharp things, and it would be hell trying to dig all of them out later. Rosemary made the cover on Barkley!

1….2…. Kickout!

Wes Barkley manages to keep himself in the fight with that one, although one could wonder just how good of an idea that was with a back full of tacks. Rosemary grabbed Wes again and lifted him back up, calling for the DDT, but Wes managed to block, spin out, and plant Rosemary down onto the mat with a neckbreaker. Wes got back up to his feet, and looked around at the things Rosemary had brought into the ring earlier. Wes grabbed one of the doors Rosemary had brought into the ring, before placing it over top of Rosemary, and starting to jump on it, over and over, jumping with both feet and effectively crushing Rosemary underneath the door! Wes then kicked the door off Rosemary and set it up in the corner, before turning back to Rosemary and grabbing him, dragging him against it in a seated position, before running across the ring, hitting the turnbuckles for momentum, and leaping at Rosemary with a dropkick, sending Rosemary back through the door! The door broke in half from the force of Wes’s drop kick, and Rosemary’s body!

Wes got back to his feet and pulled his shirt off, managing to, very painfully, remove a bunch of the tacks in his back. Wes’s back was a bloody mess, and he was clearly in a great deal of pain, but the chance to say he knocked off Rosemary tonight pressed him to fight on. Wes dragged Rosemary out of the corner, and grabbed one of the halves of the door that had been broken, and grabbed a chair, setting it up and leaning the half of the door against it. Wes then pulled Rosemary over to it, and lifted Rosemary up, before driving him through the chair and the half door with a snap suplex! The half door broke once again, and then the chair crumpled underneath Rosemary! Wes Barkley rolled over and made the cover, looking to put Rosemary away!

1….2…. Kickout!

“Ref! Cmon! Three!” Wes shouted at Clemons, upset that this one wasn’t quite over yet. Wes nonetheless got back to his feet, crossed his arms, and made a motion that suggested that this one was over in his eyes. Wes got back up and grabbed Rosemary, looking for The Stroke, but Rosemary escapes, before trying to spray Wes in the face with the Mist, but Wes ducks, and Rosemary mists Clemons! Clemons stumbles back, trying to rub the mist out of his eyes, and in the confusion, Wes Barkley rolls up Rosemary, and gets his feet on the ropes! With Clemons limited vision, he sees the cover, but not Wes’s feet!

1….2…3!

Wes Barkley steals a victory in our opener!

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ylove-bandaesthetics · 4 years

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Hello! It’s me again. How about some Matt the angel and Syn the demon?

#AHHHHHHHHHH!!!#I LOVE IT WHEN U SEND ME AESTHETICS!!!#You always send BOMB ONES!!#SO GOOD!!#I’m here for angel m shadows 😍😍😍#Forever one of my biggest crushes lol!#UGH I’M IN LOVE!!#Syn is the PERFECT demon!#THANK U THANK U DARLING!!#😍😍😍#🖤🖤🖤#submission

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deathbyvalentine · 5 years

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Tiny Prompts

Dimitri and Marcella

He knew it was her before he looked up. There was something in the solidness of her hand, the lack of hesitation that so many of the others here had. With his face pressed to the grass, he didn’t shake off the hand on his shoulder. He breathed in deeply, trying to steady himself, though grief was escaping through every pore. When he got up, he would have to dry his tears, put on his professional face, deal with the demon. But right now, he didn’t have to pretend in front of her. After all, she wasn’t easily daunted.

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Hayfever

There’s pollen inside of my lungs. It’s clinging, trying to be helpful, trying to grow where it isn’t wanted. I hold my breath until I am outside, then exhale. Me and the bees have something in common - we both make flowers grow.

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Best Friends

“Fee?” Constance’s voice drifted across the room, cautious as ever. From the floor, or more accurately, from the pile of cushions and duvets on the floor, there was an annoyed groan, confirming that she was indeed awake. Or, that she was now. Constance propped herself up on an elbow to look down at her friend, illuminated by moonlight. “Have you ever been in love?” “It’s too late for this Con.” came the muffled reply and Constance let herself fall back against her pillows, gaze resting on the cracks in the ceiling. It was hard to imagine Felix in love with anyone. She always seemed so utterly self possessed, so independent. Crushes, yes. She was much more obvious about her hate-crush on Johnny that she wanted to be. Love? Well. That was for weaker people surely. Constance, not for the first time, wished she was more like her best friend.

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Lance and Maria

He had seen her before. Lance occasionally had the power to be observant when it suited him, and generally, parties were such an occasion. And fundamentally, there were a limited number of nobles in the sector. You got used to seeing the same faces, even on different planets or ships. But he had remembered her for different reasons. The shine of her blonde hair, the confidence in her walk. She was beautiful and Lance, as a general rule, liked beautiful things. He also had correctly identified she was far out of his league unless she was the type of girl that would care about a last name. He decided to shoot his shot all the same. A glass of amasec and a charming smile, his cravat loosened and jacket discarded...somewhere. It was a move that worked a hundred times before, bedding a hundred pretty people. Not this time. Shot down instantly, and he mimed a heartfelt wound. He wasn't the slightest bit downheartened. He saw the way she smiled as she sauntered away.

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Baking The Cake

It didn’t look quite right. She looked at the recipe book in her hand then at the creation in front of her, resting on the perfect crystal cake stand. She wasn’t quite sure where she had went wrong. The kitchen looked like a bomb site. She was thoroughly coated in flour, smoke curled aimlessly from the hob and the back door had been flung open to release some of the terrible smell. The recipe had said she could use substitutions. In fact, it even said that as long as you kept the ratios the same, nearly any of the ingredients could be replaced with common alternatives. With a frown she snapped the book shut. What a waste of blood.

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A Forgotten Memorial

Memorials were meant to stand longer than those who remembered the original act or life or event. That’s why they were there. A testament to morality and the short memory of the world around it. So he wasn’t quite sure if it could be called a memorial. It was not built on steady ground. It was built on shifting sand and close to the sea. It could last months, or weeks, or days if the wind picked up and stayed persistent. It seemed right. He hadn’t been a famous man. He hadn’t waged wars or invented anything or discovered a country. But he had been loved, throughly and safely. The sea had loved him best of all. It would be the sea that claimed the last memory of him. When the human lives that had him ended, it would only be the sea that remembered.

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Noticed

A gaze had weight. She always knew when she was being looked at. She would be reading a book and the hair on the back of her neck would prickle and she would look up as somebody’s eyes met hers. On buses, in corridors, when she was idly scrolling through her phone. She always knew. Above her the sky stretched blue and endless. Around her, the golden corn swayed softly, whispering amongst themselves, accompanying the sound of her heart. All was peaceful and lonely. The hair on the back of her neck prickled.

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Tattoos

Astrid squirmed, her face screwing up, slightly smudging the glitter around her eyes. Luckily, the artist had foreseen this turn of events and had firmly leant on her arm, keeping it straight and unmoving. Astrid opened her eyes to glare at her girlfriend leaning in the door of the parlour. “You don’t have to enjoy this quite so much you know.” Syn’s smile didn’t falter. “I know babe. But what can I say, you look cute.” Astrid pulled a tongue for the barest moment before she howled again, the needle hitting a particularly sensitive area of skin near the crook of her elbow. She waved in the general direction of Syn and with a faux long suffering sigh, she came over, brushing a hand through her lover’s hair. “See. You can be nice.” “Sometimes.”

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A hug that feels like home

It has been a long long time. There were changes, which shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did. The door had been painted a deep red instead of the peeling green he could remember. The gate was darker, like a varnish had been applied. It hadn’t occurred to him before but it did now. Maybe the man he remembered had moved. Maybe he didn’t live here anymore. Maybe it was sold to some perfect family with a dog and three kids. He faltered on the path, the bag strap cutting into his shoulder. “Matthew?” The voice came from behind him and he turned. This was not how this went, not in movies or books. They weren’t reunited when one was holding about a hundred Tesco bags in one hand and car keys in the other. As it turned out, it didn’t matter. The embrace felt the same. It felt like the perfect ending.

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A(nother) bad decision

What Lance had long since learnt was that if someone was the type of person to say “this is a one time thing”, it would absolutely not be a one time thing. Which was good for him. Because it meant that his fingers were finding the door knob behind him while he was kissed, all the while he got to have a smug smile painted on his face. Later he would get to decide if the making out was the bad idea or the smirk was. You see, it turned out Maria kept to her word. It also turned out that when insulted, she was not adverse to turfing somebody out into the hallway in just their boxers. Interesting.

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Straight up weird

”Right.” “Okay.” “Well. It’s good we can all see it I guess.” “Yep.” Tillie put her hands on her hips. Liza knew she did this when she was making a decision. Though what decision she was going to make about the inter-dimensional portal that had opened up in their treehouse was anybody’s guess. Shooting across a look at Frances, the oldest girl looked similarly baffled, trading a mystified shrug with Liz. Tillie bent down, retrieving a chequer piece from the board. She rolled it inbetween her fingers, contemplating the piece which had just minutes ago, been central to the game. With a sudden twitch, she tossed it into the swirling mass of unnamable colours and for some reason, purple. Nothing happened. Not until it came back at hit her in the face. Liz wasn’t sure how but she got the sense the portal was offended. More cautiously, she moved forward, fetching her baton. She tried to poke it. It immediately tugged it out of her gasp and tugged it inside, tossing it back violently a moment later. And still, that sense of judgement. “We should tell my mom.” Tillie said with an admirable show if not believable show of confidence. “What’s your mom going to do?” Frances snorted. “She freaks out at spiders.” Ignoring the bickering behind her, Liz ventured forward, until she was a breath away from the surface of the portal. The swirling was mesmerising. She raised a hand as though in a dream. And touched it. She was wrenched inside. Frances and Tillie barely had a moment to yell before the portal spat back a thing that looked identical to Liz, and they embraced her, relieved.

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Peas in a Pod

Kitty pressed the pod between her fingers, plucking the pea from where it erupted and putting it in her mouth. Her mother always warned her about eating too many young peas, something about an upset tummy, but it was advice worth disregarding. The peas tasted like the beginning of summer. And what a summer this one was going to be. The last one before high school. The last one of bikes and hopscotch and tag. Before the magical transformation happened that meant she would find all these childish persuits boring and trite. She had seen it happen to her sister after all. Her sister who once delighted in grazed knees and finding tadpoles now spent all her time in her room, fingers curled around the telephone chord, whispering secrets. She popped another pea into her mouth before discarding the pod. Under her nails had been stained an emerald green. She’d have to be careful not to stain her white cardigan, not that she would need it again. The high school had a different uniform. One with a blazer. That would be no fun in the summer, none at all. Before she turned onto the road that lead her to her house, she turned her face up towards the sky, a sunflower looking for direction. A moment to breathe before it all begun.

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The Sacrifice and the Reward

Some gods required you to change your life. To live holy and to alter your behaviours to be more like them. Some gods simply required you to give somebody else's. They were both a sort of murder. All gods required something. It was spring and the petals were falling from the trees. The wind still had the barest hint of ice in it, enough to raise goosebumps on Therese's skin. She buried her bare feet in the soft grass. This was the last day she would feel it, after all. She thought she would be more scared. As it was, what she mainly felt was peace. The world around her seemed to press in, every sensation urgent and lovely. She had never truly appreciated what miracles she was surrounded by. The blue of the sky, the heat of the sun. The feel of air in her lungs. Later, when she was on the altar, even the cold stone on her back felt good. She closed her eyes, palms flat. She didn't even see the knife coming. She didn't have time to feel pain. She didn't have time to feel anything much. The next world was unspeakably beautiful. Differently beautiful from the earth she had just left behind, but beautiful all the same. Here it was, the reward for a life of praying, service and devotion. A new plane of existence, time to think and the sound of nothing at all.

#prompts #larp #random #prose #microfiction

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sveasauvageon · 4 years

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☾♔; March 29, 2018 ☾♔; sotd: (Go, go go) Go to Puerto Rico (from FFWSB) ☾♔; comedian otd: SAM BEE OF COURSE ☾♔; An Insta Story ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/XSTtMc // GW ☾♔; mod(s): @.themadmonarchist @.maybones et moi ☾♔; {G} https://goo.gl/PnjH23 // HSWW ☾♔; Mod(s): @.miky94

Midsummer celebrations of the past summer, as chronicled by Svea's younger sister; Lili Sauvageon.

ties in with my Round I story for HSWW, but applicable to GW as well, so meh. I just wanted to make a set with my favourite paolo sebastian dress (it's the once upon a dream one, it's MY dress tbh, I may not be able to afford it, probably ever, but it's still mine XP)

some context: so Midsummer is celebrated in numerous places around the world, and each country has different traditions, even countries as close to each other as Norway and Sweden. In Sweden, celebrations take place on Midsummer's eve instead of the day itself, and is a defacto public holiday (Midsummer's Eve), with many shops and offices shut for the day. Midsummer's day is a saturday between June 20 and 26, with celebrations taking place on Midsummer's eve on a friday between June 19 and 25. Homes are decorated with greenery, meant to bring good fortune and health to people and livestock (though most people don't believe in the superstition, it's just festive now). The main event is raising and dancing around a maypole (referred to as a majstång or midsommarstång), and generally attracts families and friends. The Sauvageon's typically hold two Midsummer events every year at their estate in Enköping. In either the morning or around midday on Midsummer's Eve, they will have a traditional maypole dance (generally reserved for themselves and close family friends). It's sort of like a picnic of sorts, held outside in their gardens with food and music (a live band in the days of Svea's father and his siblings, a phone with endless Eurovision songs since she could speak). In the evening of the same day, they hold a large ball, which attracts other noble and wealthy families from around Sweden and neighbouring nations as well. Both events are both to muggle and magical alike, so some uppity wizarding families choose not to accept their invitations.

the maypole dance event is featured at the end of Svea's HSWW round I story, found here: https://goo.gl/XLPnL4

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1. Still waiting on the food, this is unacceptable Grandmama!! 😤😠 //tags// //comments// Svea: bring your spikes down, dinner is scheduled to start in 5 minutes Henry: you get more hangry than Svea

2. //tags// #EloiseAvery (A/N: Eloise is the only one without a paolo sebastian dress, she got elie saab instead, but that dress is too perfect for E for me to pick something else - Clara) //comments//

3. //tags// #MinahKDelacroix //comments//

4. My dear SYNful syster, it might be sparkly, but it is black and you are absolutely slaying it! 😍😘 //tags// #SynLothbrok //comments//

5. Storasyster, oh, sorry, I mean my sister; "Khaleesi" //tags// #SveaSauvageon //comments// Svea: actually, you can just call me "Dārilaros", I'm not Khaleesi of the great grass sea, I'm the Dārilaros of Enköping Lili: 🤨A massive nerd is what you are.

6. You would've looked better in sparkles. [A/N: video panning over all the boys] //tags// #ViggoSauvageon #HvittyLothbrok #HenryClark # #XanderCarlyle #TylerLee #DamienGreaves #OberonGreaves #TheoNott #MosesParkJr //comments//

7. Welcome to Sweden, where we rythmically move around a pole in a circle, holding hands. Are we weird or tricking you all into taking part in a demonic ritual? No, we're just a little weird. Or are we? Tun, tun, TAA!! //tags// //comments//

8. Aunt Brigitta already ready to pass out and the maypole dance hasn't even started yet. #SMH //tags// #BrigittaSauvageon //comments//

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10. *singing* I'm a pretty princess, short and sweet. Waffles are the best and I want them now! //tags// //comments// Xander: you just had pancakes. Lili: like an hour ago, it's time for second breakfast!

11. *singing* breakfast, breakfast, breakfast!!! //tags// //comments//

12. She woke up like that. No seriously, her hair was already like this before breakfast. //sigh// //tags// #SveaSauvageon //comments//

#oc social media #lili sauvageon #polyvore #mine #incomplete description #Svea Sauvageon #syn lothbrok #gw #hsww

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foresterrr · 4 years

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Best DB Legends Characters (Class A)

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Mythical serpent Ball Legends level rundown

Mythical serpent Ball Legends, Bandai Namco's most recent Android game, keeps on sprinkling among the organization's fans. It is now positioned fourth among the most downloaded games on the Play Store, also the in excess of 5 million downloads that it has shockingly. Aside from its incredible realistic force, whose 3D models have nothing to envy to those of the Xenoverse adventure, we likewise locate an addictive battle framework, where the letters showed on the screen are the way to chain our blows.

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Mythical beast Ball Legends level rundown – Tier Z

SP Super Vegito

SP Youth Goku (Yellow)

SP Fusion Zamasu (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan God SS Vegeta (Green)

Mythical beast Ball Legends level rundown – Tier S

SP Super Saiyan Trunks – Adult Rage (Yellow)

SP Vegito (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Kefla (Green)

SP Super Full Power Saiyan 4 Goku (Green)

SP Super Saiyan 4 Goku (Purple)

SP Android #21 – Evil (Purple)

SP Omega Shenron (Red)

SP Super Vegito (Purple)

SP Super Baby 2 (Blue)

SP Majin Buu – Good (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Rose Goku Black (Red)

HE Shallot (Light)

Winged serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 1

SP Super Saiyan Gotenks (Red)

SP Saiyan Saga Goku (Blue)

SP Piccolo (Yellow)

SP God of Destruction Beerus (Green)

SP Final Form Cooler (Blue)

SP Kakarot Goku (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Youth Gohan (Yellow)

SP Bardock (Red)

SP Cooler (Purple)

SP Final Form Frieza – Full Power (Yellow)

SP Final Form Frieza (Red)

SP First Form Frieza (Purple)

SP Broly – Cheelai (Blue)

SP Full Power Boujack (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Teen Trunks – Battle Armor (Red)

SP Teen Trunks (Purple)

SP Syn Shenron (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku (Yellow)

SP Android #21 (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan 4 Vegeta (Red)

SP Vegeta (Blue)

SP Angry Goku (Blue)

SP Golden Freiza (Green)

Winged serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 2

SP Super Janemba (Red)

SP Super Saiyan God Goku (Purple)

SP Perfect Cell (Yellow)

SP Ultimate Gohan Absorbed Buu – Super (Green)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku (Blue)

SP Gogeta (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Vegeta (Purple)

SP Android #18 (Red)

SP Goku (Green)

SP Android #13 (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Goku (Green)

SP First Form Frieza (Blue)

SP Super Gogeta (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Goku (Red)

SP Goku Captain Ginyu (Red)

SP Ratidz (Green)

SP Baby Vegeta (Green)

SP Hit (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Youth Gohan (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Kid Goten (Purple)

SP First Form Cell (Green)

SP Super #17 (Green)

SP Android #14

SP Super Saiyan 2 Youth Gohan (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Blue)

SP Goku Black (Purple)

SP Goku Black (Yellow)

Winged serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 3

SP Vegito (Red)

SP Goku (Red)

SP Buu – Kid (Red)

SP Ribrianne

SP Kakunsa (Purple)

SP Rozie (Yellow)

SP Legendary Super Saiyan Broly (Blue)

SP Zamasu (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Gotenks (Yellow)

SP Mai (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Gohan (Yellow)

SP Fused with Kami Piccolo (Yellow)

SP Hyper Meta-Rilldo (Red)

Winged serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 4

SP Super Saiyan Kid Goku (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Yellow)

SP Otherworld Super Saiyan Goku (Yellow)

SP Young Nappa (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Broly (Purple)

SP Buu – Super (Purple)

SP Super Namekian Lord Slug (Blue)

SP Super Gogeta (Red)

SP Ultimate Gohan (Green)

SP Android #15 (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Goku (Purple)

SP Captain Ginyu (Green)

SP Chilled (Purple)

SP Boujack (Yellow)

SP Super Janemba (Purple)

Mythical serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 5

SP Super Saiyan 2 Caulifla (Purple)

SP Youth Trunks (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Trunks (Blue)

SP Youth Bunny Girl Bulma (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Berserk Kale (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Cabba (Green)

SP Great Saiyan 1 (Purple)

SP Yardrat Super Saiyan Goku (Red)

SP Vegeta (Purple)

SP Turtles (Purple)

SP Gotenks (Green)

SP Taitans Yamcha (Purple)

SP Super Vegeta (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan Goku (Green)

SP Super Trunks (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Trunks (Green)

SP King of Demon Realm Dabura (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan Teen Trunks (Red)

SP Goku (Blue)

SP World Champion Hercule (Red)

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jakobissognarly · 4 years

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DB Legends Tier list 2020

What number of levels are available in Dragon Ball Legends? We will invigorate you with everything on the Dragon Ball Legends level summary of the Bandai Namco game.

If you are energetic about Dragon Ball games for Android, by then we are sure that Dragon Ball Z Dokkan Battle is what you have recently played. Especially taking a gander at that as several years earlier, it recently arranged as Top #1 of the best games in the Play Store, with a considerable number downloads. Regardless, another title from a comparable association that seems to have come to stay for long. It has quite recently been with us for a few years and has quite recently trapped a large number of players. Really, we are examining Dragon Ball Legends, and today we will give every one of you DB Legends Tier list 2020 overview!

Legendary Dragon Ball Legends level once-over

Legendary snake Ball Legends, Bandai Namco's latest Android game, continues sprinkling among the association's fans. It is starting at now situated fourth among the most downloaded games on the Play Store, likewise the more than 5 million downloads that it has incredibly. Beside its amazing sensible power, whose 3D models have nothing to envy to those of the Xenoverse experience, we moreover find an addictive fight structure, where the letters appeared on the screen are the best approach to chain our blows.

Winged snake Ball Legends is ceaselessly changing and creating. The game gets characters every month. That makes up different gatherings and choices for the players depending upon the bring they play. We have seen it essential to revive the Dragon Ball Legends level summary of the Bandai game for Android contraptions. Since the celebration of the essential recognition, there have been huge headways in characters. Recall that, past this summary, really the huge thing here is acknowledging how to make extraordinary gatherings with helpful energies between them. Regardless, in case we talk about individual characters, these are DB Legends Tier List of characters given underneath:

Dragon Ball Legends level once-over – Tier Z

SP Super Vegito

SP Youth Goku (Yellow)

SP Fusion Zamasu (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan God SS Vegeta (Green)

Beast Ball Legends level once-over – Tier S

SP Super Saiyan Trunks – Adult Rage (Yellow)

SP Vegito (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Kefla (Green)

SP Super Full Power Saiyan 4 Goku (Green)

SP Super Saiyan 4 Goku (Purple)

SP Android #21 – Evil (Purple)

SP Omega Shenron (Red)

SP Super Vegito (Purple)

SP Super Baby 2 (Blue)

SP Majin Buu – Good (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Rose Goku Black (Red)

HE Shallot (Light)

Beast Ball Legends level once-over – Tier 1

SP Super Saiyan Gotenks (Red)

SP Saiyan Saga Goku (Blue)

SP Piccolo (Yellow)

SP God of Destruction Beerus (Green)

SP Final Form Cooler (Blue)

SP Kakarot Goku (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Youth Gohan (Yellow)

SP Bardock (Red)

SP Cooler (Purple)

SP Final Form Frieza – Full Power (Yellow)

SP Final Form Frieza (Red)

SP First Form Frieza (Purple)

SP Broly – Cheelai (Blue)

SP Full Power Boujack (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Teen Trunks – Battle Armor (Red)

SP Teen Trunks (Purple)

SP Syn Shenron (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku (Yellow)

SP Android #21 (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan 4 Vegeta (Red)

SP Vegeta (Blue)

SP Angry Goku (Blue)

SP Golden Freiza (Green)

Legendary snake Ball Legends level once-over – Tier 2

SP Super Janemba (Red)

SP Super Saiyan God Goku (Purple)

SP Perfect Cell (Yellow)

SP Ultimate Gohan Absorbed Buu – Super (Green)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku (Blue)

SP Gogeta (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Vegeta (Purple)

SP Android #18 (Red)

SP Goku (Green)

SP Android #13 (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Goku (Green)

SP First Form Frieza (Blue)

SP Super Gogeta (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Goku (Red)

SP Goku Captain Ginyu (Red)

SP Ratidz (Green)

SP Baby Vegeta (Green)

SP Hit (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Youth Gohan (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Kid Goten (Purple)

SP First Form Cell (Green)

SP Super #17 (Green)

SP Android #14

SP Super Saiyan 2 Youth Gohan (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Blue)

SP Goku Black (Purple)

SP Goku Black (Yellow)

Legendary snake Ball Legends level once-over – Tier 3

SP Vegito (Red)

SP Goku (Red)

SP Buu – Kid (Red)

SP Ribrianne

SP Kakunsa (Purple)

SP Rozie (Yellow)

SP Legendary Super Saiyan Broly (Blue)

SP Zamasu (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Gotenks (Yellow)

SP Mai (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Gohan (Yellow)

SP Fused with Kami Piccolo (Yellow)

SP Hyper Meta-Rilldo (Red)

Winged snake Ball Legends level overview – Tier 4

SP Super Saiyan Kid Goku (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Yellow)

SP Otherworld Super Saiyan Goku (Yellow)

SP Young Nappa (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Broly (Purple)

SP Buu – Super (Purple)

SP Super Namekian Lord Slug (Blue)

SP Super Gogeta (Red)

SP Ultimate Gohan (Green)

SP Android #15 (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Goku (Purple)

SP Captain Ginyu (Green)

SP Chilled (Purple)

SP Boujack (Yellow)

SP Super Janemba (Purple)

Winged snake Ball Legends level overview – Tier 5

SP Super Saiyan 2 Caulifla (Purple)

SP Youth Trunks (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Trunks (Blue)

SP Youth Bunny Girl Bulma (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Berserk Kale (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Cabba (Green)

SP Great Saiyan 1 (Purple)

SP Yardrat Super Saiyan Goku (Red)

SP Vegeta (Purple)

SP Turtles (Purple)

SP Gotenks (Green)

SP Taitans Yamcha (Purple)

SP Super Vegeta (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan Goku (Green)

SP Super Trunks (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Trunks (Green)

SP King of Demon Realm Dabura (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan Teen Trunks (Red)

SP Goku (Blue)

SP World Champion Hercule (Red)

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meganinthemitten · 4 years

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DB Legends Tier list 2020

What number of levels are accessible in Dragon Ball Legends? We will refresh you with everything on the Dragon Ball Legends level rundown of the Bandai Namco game.

On the off chance that you are enthusiastic about Dragon Ball games for Android, at that point we are certain that Dragon Ball Z Dokkan Battle is the thing that you have just played. Particularly looking at that as a couple of years prior, it previously situated as Top #1 of the best games in the Play Store, with a great many downloads. In any case, another title from a similar organization that appears to have come to remain for long. It has just been with us for a couple of years and has just snared a great many players. Truly, we are discussing Dragon Ball Legends, and today we will give all of you Dragon Ball Legends level rundown!

Mythical serpent Ball Legends level rundown

Mythical serpent Ball Legends, Bandai Namco's most recent Android game, keeps on sprinkling among the organization's fans. It is as of now positioned fourth among the most downloaded games on the Play Store, also the in excess of 5 million downloads that it has shockingly. Aside from its incredible realistic force, whose 3D models have nothing to envy to those of the Xenoverse adventure, we likewise locate an addictive battle framework, where the letters showed on the screen are the way to chain our blows.

Winged serpent Ball Legends is continually changing and developing. The game gets characters each month. That makes up various groups and alternatives for the players relying upon the bring they play. We have seen it important to refresh the Dragon Ball Legends level rundown of the Bandai game for Android gadgets. Since the festival of the primary commemoration, there have been significant advancements in characters. Recollect that, past this rundown, actually the significant thing here is realizing how to make great groups with cooperative energies between them. In any case, on the off chance that we talk about individual characters, these are DB Legends Tier List of characters given beneath:

Monster Ball Legends level rundown – Tier Z

SP Super Vegito

SP Youth Goku (Yellow)

SP Fusion Zamasu (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan God SS Vegeta (Green)

Monster Ball Legends level rundown – Tier S

SP Super Saiyan Trunks – Adult Rage (Yellow)

SP Vegito (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Kefla (Green)

SP Super Full Power Saiyan 4 Goku (Green)

SP Super Saiyan 4 Goku (Purple)

SP Android #21 – Evil (Purple)

SP Omega Shenron (Red)

SP Super Vegito (Purple)

SP Super Baby 2 (Blue)

SP Majin Buu – Good (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Rose Goku Black (Red)

HE Shallot (Light)

Monster Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 1

SP Super Saiyan Gotenks (Red)

SP Saiyan Saga Goku (Blue)

SP Piccolo (Yellow)

SP God of Destruction Beerus (Green)

SP Final Form Cooler (Blue)

SP Kakarot Goku (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Youth Gohan (Yellow)

SP Bardock (Red)

SP Cooler (Purple)

SP Final Form Frieza – Full Power (Yellow)

SP Final Form Frieza (Red)

SP First Form Frieza (Purple)

SP Broly – Cheelai (Blue)

SP Full Power Boujack (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Teen Trunks – Battle Armor (Red)

SP Teen Trunks (Purple)

SP Syn Shenron (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku (Yellow)

SP Android #21 (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan 4 Vegeta (Red)

SP Vegeta (Blue)

SP Angry Goku (Blue)

SP Golden Freiza (Green)

Mythical serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 2

SP Super Janemba (Red)

SP Super Saiyan God Goku (Purple)

SP Perfect Cell (Yellow)

SP Ultimate Gohan Absorbed Buu – Super (Green)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Goku (Blue)

SP Gogeta (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan God Super Saiyan Vegeta (Purple)

SP Android #18 (Red)

SP Goku (Green)

SP Android #13 (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Goku (Green)

SP First Form Frieza (Blue)

SP Super Gogeta (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Goku (Red)

SP Goku Captain Ginyu (Red)

SP Ratidz (Green)

SP Baby Vegeta (Green)

SP Hit (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Youth Gohan (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Kid Goten (Purple)

SP First Form Cell (Green)

SP Super #17 (Green)

SP Android #14

SP Super Saiyan 2 Youth Gohan (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Blue)

SP Goku Black (Purple)

SP Goku Black (Yellow)

Mythical serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 3

SP Vegito (Red)

SP Goku (Red)

SP Buu – Kid (Red)

SP Ribrianne

SP Kakunsa (Purple)

SP Rozie (Yellow)

SP Legendary Super Saiyan Broly (Blue)

SP Zamasu (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Gotenks (Yellow)

SP Mai (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Gohan (Yellow)

SP Fused with Kami Piccolo (Yellow)

SP Hyper Meta-Rilldo (Red)

Winged serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 4

SP Super Saiyan Kid Goku (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Yellow)

SP Otherworld Super Saiyan Goku (Yellow)

SP Young Nappa (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Broly (Purple)

SP Buu – Super (Purple)

SP Super Namekian Lord Slug (Blue)

SP Super Gogeta (Red)

SP Ultimate Gohan (Green)

SP Android #15 (Purple)

SP Super Saiyan Vegeta (Red)

SP Super Saiyan 3 Goku (Purple)

SP Captain Ginyu (Green)

SP Chilled (Purple)

SP Boujack (Yellow)

SP Super Janemba (Purple)

Winged serpent Ball Legends level rundown – Tier 5

SP Super Saiyan 2 Caulifla (Purple)

SP Youth Trunks (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan 2 Trunks (Blue)

SP Youth Bunny Girl Bulma (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Berserk Kale (Red)

SP Super Saiyan Cabba (Green)

SP Great Saiyan 1 (Purple)

SP Yardrat Super Saiyan Goku (Red)

SP Vegeta (Purple)

SP Turtles (Purple)

SP Gotenks (Green)

SP Taitans Yamcha (Purple)

SP Super Vegeta (Yellow)

SP Super Saiyan Goku (Green)

SP Super Trunks (Green)

SP Super Saiyan Trunks (Green)

SP King of Demon Realm Dabura (Blue)

SP Super Saiyan Teen Trunks (Red)

SP Goku (Blue)

SP World Champion Hercule (Red)

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liamakorn · 7 years

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Never Tell Them

Pairing: Crowley x OC (female)

Word Count: 7474

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrom to the max, babes, omfg. Angst. Fluff. Profanity. Mentions of abuse, mentions of rape. be careful if that triggers you, friend. Ummm, Crowley might be a bit out of character??? I really bumped up the romance, okay, I just really miss my king X’3 ALSO THIS IS TOTALLY OUT OF SYN WITH THE ACTUAL TIMELINE,OKAY. IT’S ALL OVER THE PLACE, i’M SRY ^w^

Summary: Okay, so. I suck at summaries, but here I go. There’s a new supernatural weapon of mass destruction in town. Sam and Dean wanna get rid of it. Crowley wants to use it (also Heaven rlly wants it too but, that isn’t really mentioned in the story, just fyi). Crowley gets his demons to kidnap OC (Elizabeth Carter), long time friend of the Winchester. He thinks she has it, she does not, obvi. Alot of torture, all for nothing. Or so they thought, but LO AND BEHOLD, LOVE HAS BLOSSOMED in a very not healthy way, like seriously, you are being tortured, girl, I know Mark Sheppard is super sexy, but lock it up.

Anyway. Hopefully, you enjoy this little blob I made. It’s really fucking sappy, I laughed, I cried, I threw up in my mouth a little. (I also hella miss Meg, btw. She deserved better, ChuckDammit. :<)

“So.”

There came that voice again. A dreadful, nerve fraying-ly sexy voice laced with a false courtesy that continued to push each and every one of her buttons. It always started like this. He’d waltz in, crisp black suit adorning his figure, polite smile on his face, and ask the same, boring ass questions.

“How are you this fine evening?”

Slowly, she let her auburn gaze drift up to meet his dark one. A tired smirk lifted the corners of her chapped lips, voice rough and crackly.

“Better, now you’re here.”

An almost amused chuckle slipped from the man, clicking his tongue sarcastically.

“Flattery, my dear Elizabeth, will get you everywhere.”

Demeanor the epitome of calm, he brought a chair in front of her, flipping it to sit backwards in an infuriatingly casual way. Elizabeth’s gaze hardened, smirk slipping from her features.

“What d’you want, Crowley?”

He huffed, leaning his chin in his hand with a bored expression.

“You know what I want. Where’s the box?”

The blonde rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat as much she could with the chains and rope holding her still. They didn’t play with this whole interrogation thing, did they?

Her voice came out exasperated and patronizing when she next spoke.

“For the last time, you stupid, insolent prick, I don't, nor have I EVER, known where that god forsaken box is. Why don't you go torture someone with actual information for a change?”

Of course, the box being referred to was none other than Pandora’s very own. See, while most of the terrible things inside had already escaped, there were still millions of monstrous beasts waiting to be unleashed. Anyone with that kind of power could easily overrule Heaven, Hell, or even Purgatory. It had become the job of the Winchester boys to find it, and seal it away for good, before anything remotely supernatural could get their hands on it.

Problem? Crowley, the self proclaimed King of Hell, wanted the box. Bad. And he was willing to do whatever it took to achieve his goal. Including, kidnapping the Winchesters’ best friend, and hunting partner; Elizabeth Carter.

Another problem? She didn’t know jack.

Crowley sighed yet again, looking like he wanted to be anywhere apart from there. Scooting his chair closer, he was within reaching distance, a knife suddenly in his hand. His accent, previously soft and lilting, took on a hard edge, brandishing the weapon close to her face.

“Listen here, pet. I have no time for your games. This is very serious, quite life and death. So I’d appreciate a little less attitude. Understand?”

Liz raised an eyebrow, not remotely fazed by this poorly guised threat. She leaned forward, lips practically brushing his.

“I. Don't. Know. Shit. You’d think you’d take the hint by now.”

Growling, the Demon King slashed the blade against her cheek, blood flowing from the wound down the side of her face. She barely flinched, licking her smirking lips as some of the liquid landed in the area. Crowley stood, storming away from the platinum blonde in frustration. However, what she said next brought both confusion and curiosity to his mind.

“You do know what’ll happen if you get the box, right?”

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Slowly, ever so slowly, he pivoted, narrowing his eyes at the petite girl. In many ways, she could be considered beautiful. Even in those ratty conditions, it was visible. Light, almost white hair, now hanging in knotted, greasy clumps. Large orangey, yellowy, light brown eyes that shifted with a fire, bags clinging for dear life beneath them. A curvy, yet lean figure, with bones peaking beneath the skin due to lack of proper food. Still, she held that spark, that drive. To be perfectly honest, it fascinated him. To have spent weeks, almost a month in hell, enduring torture and rigorous interrogation, and still maintain a sense of humor? It was a very rare sight, indeed. But of course, he forced himself to ignore her beauty. Tore his gaze away from her full lips, focused in on those burning eyes as her statement drew him in.

A questioning quirk in his brow, Crowley graced her with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“By all means. Do enlighten me.”

He wasn’t sure whether her proud smirk turned him on or pissed him off. It could really go either way. He decided for the latter at the girl’s condescending tone.

“Once you have it, it’ll be the perfect opportunity for Lucifer’s return. You’re lovely hag mother will steal it, right under your nose, and use it to gain Satan’s favour once more. Then the Apocalypse, yadda yadda, you know the drill. Humans die, no more deals, sad Crowley has no more fwiends.”

A mix between a smile and a pout formed on her lips. He would’ve been angry if she didn’t have such a good point. Crowley fought to keep an even tone.

“Now, kitten, you know me. I would never let that happen.”

The giggle that escaped Elizabeth’s mouth was maybe the most irritatingly lovely thing he’d ever heard.

“Aww, look at you. So sure of yourself. So confident.”

Elizabeth bit her bottom lip, sending a flirty wink his way.

“I like arrogance in a man.”

The sarcasm was grating on Crowley’s nerves more and more as time went on. It frustrated him to no end, in more ways than one. So, he decided, he’d switch tactics.

A small smirk on his face, a click...click… followed the demon’s black dress shoes, echoing around the dungeon as he slowly made his way towards the bound woman. Taking his time, Crowley kneeled down, squatting in front of her to achieve eye level. The smallest quirk of his lips revealed his satisfaction as she jumped, the King’s fingertips just grazing her thigh. Of course, the skin on skin contact allowed him to feel her heartbeat as well as hear it -it had been racing since he’d entered the room, and only accelerated at the touch.

Hm. Interesting development.

Focusing his gaze unto hers, Crowley allowed himself a moment to examine her. Well. More like ogle. Though she might’ve thinned a bit since her arrival, the minor malnutrition had done nothing to diminish her figure. In fact, at least in his opinion, the lack of muscle definition only accentuated her curves, gave a more...feminine appeal to her look. Her hips stood out most to him. Wide, sloping into an amazingly thin waist, achieving an effortless hourglass shape. And in those booty shorts? He had a difficult time staying professional, if he was absolutely honest. Which he never was.

He only allowed himself a few seconds before focusing back on task. It was enough, though.

“You’re drooling, Majesty.”

Crowley raised his brows, feigning shock for a moment before digging his thumb into a relatively fresh wound on the inside of her leg. Biting his lip, he watched as she gripped the arms of her chair, trying to contain a scream. Emphasis on try. Crowley was reluctant to admit the...effect it had on him, but hey. He was just a boy, sitting in front of a girl, trying not to cum in his pants as she cried out in pain.

Leaning forward, he was genuinely surprised at her sudden smile, observing in fascination as Liz actually pressed her thigh closer to his hand. That, mixed with the fire dancing behind that auburn gaze, was quite easily the most erotic thing he’d ever been witness to.

“You’ll have to try harder than that, hot stuff.”

Slowly, almost gently, he removed his thumb from the wound, sucking the blood from the digit with an audible sigh. Goddammit...it was delicious. He’d never been one of those demons, but fuck, if all blood tasted like that, he might have to try. After a series of very R rated thoughts, all compressed in a single moment, Crowley ran a finger down Elizabeth’s cheek, tangling the same hand in her matted hair and tugging sharply as he stood, keeping her eyes on him. He didn't fail to notice the way her thighs clenched, lips parting as a sharp gasp filled her lungs. A low chuckle escaped his chest.

“Ooh. Kinky.”

Using slow, deliberate movements, Crowley leaned forward, his lips brushing hers for the second time in the past five minutes. He’d be lying to say his face didn’t tingle while this close to the honorary Winchester. It amused him greatly when her body, almost unconsciously, leaned up toward his, seeking friction on her otherwise neglected lips.

He wasn't stupid. She was a hunter. A bloody good one, at that. A natural actress. This could be a very clever ploy to get him off his guard. That, or, she was just very horny. Either way, he scolded himself, it doesn’t matter. This is an interrogation. Are you gonna torture her, or flirt her to death? This is business.

Of course it was. Just business. Just. Business. He knew that. Still. It took a few repetitions for his breathing to calm.

Just breezing by her lips and cheek, Crowley pressed his mouth just below her ear, murmuring in the most rumbling, sensual voice he could manage:

“It doesn’t have to be like this, Elizabeth. Just give me the box, and then...we can start the real fun, hm?”

Pulling away the tiniest bit, the demon caught her gaze, faces inches from each other. Suddenly her lips quirked. A rattle of chains was all he heard before his knife was out of his hand and being swung at his neck. Somehow, his guard had faltered, allowing the girl to slip her bonds, if only by one arm.

Thankfully, she was slow. Tired. It was easy to grip her wrist and slam it to the chair, practically snapping the bones in the process. Not so easy to stop imagining slamming her hands to the wall, ravaging her mouth and claiming her as his own. He practically groaned aloud at the cruelty in her eyes. That anger. Oh, the hate sex they could have…

Quickly, he wrapped the chains back around her arm, making sure to fasten the bonds extra tight. Squatting in front of her yet again, Crowley tutted, lightly tapping his fingers against her thigh.

“Now, now, darling. That wasn’t very nice, was it? Do it again, and I’ll have to punish you.”

A curt laugh.

“Nobody likes a tease, Crowley.”

Smile matching hers, the demon king stood, making his way towards the door with a sigh.

“Well, dear, when you’re ready to talk, just scream my name. Lord knows I’ll enjoy it.”

Then, with a final wink, he was gone, leaving Elizabeth in the darkness once more.

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The next time Crowley visited Elizabeth, maybe two weeks later, she seemed infinitely more tired. She barely managed to lift her gaze, that fire dimmed to mere embers. Her light hair fell in matted clumps, greasy and untamed. Her skin was marred with bruises and fresh wounds. Her clothes, mere torn rags by that point, hung off her frame, bones straining from underneath her flesh. From his vantage point, Crowley could make out deep scratches in the wooden arms of her chair, nails ripped back from their beds. Still, she managed a half-assed smirk, voice shaky and rough.

“Long time, no see, lover. Didja miss me?”

The King almost growled, a sickened twist in his stomach rattling him as he witnessed the damage done to his girl prisoner. He could barely manage a disinterested tone.

“Whatever happened to you, darling? You seemed much more lively last time I checked on you.”

Her attempted laugh made him flinch.

“Well, darling, some of your dogs took it upon themselves to get some info outta me.”

She gave the tiniest tilt of her head, smirk widening.

“There was a very pretty one yesterday. I think she liked me. The determination in her eyes, so desperate to please.”

She gave a sarcastic shiver.

“Gave me chills.”

A snarl found itself on Crowley’s lips. He couldn’t quite place the discomfort in his gut. Why did the thought of other hands touching the girl make him want to crush every bone in that demon’s body?

“And who would these demons be, if you don't mind me asking? I want names, kitten.”

Elizabeth’s eyes scanned the ceiling, over-dramatizing her thought process.

“Good thing you’re puppies are so chatty. Let’s see here...Jasper. Kenny. Elijah. Aaaannnddd…..Regina.”

Rejoining her hard gaze to his own, the petite woman was about to continue when a sudden coughing fit overtook her, small spatterings of blood covering her bare legs. Without thinking about it, Crowley snapped in a glass of water, perching on the arm of her chair before holding it up to the girl’s lips gingerly.

His voice was much too soft for his liking as he murmured,

“Drink up, darling.”

Taking a slow gulp of the cool beverage, Elizabeth gave him a strange look, exhaling shakily.

“....thank you.”

Crowley almost smiled. Almost. He caught himself, quickly resuming his uncaring attitude before she could notice.

“Yes, well. Can’t have you dying on us now, can we? Not when there’s still information to be had.”

Snapping his fingers, the water was gone, smirk set like stone on his lips. The demon didn't miss the subtle fall of Elizabeth’s face, almost as if she was...disappointed. Trying, and failing, not to read too far into that, Crowley stood; not before turning and asking the same question as always, though, this time much gentler.

“Where’s the box, Elizabeth?”

A tired shrug was all he got. Sighing, yet again, the Demon King left the small dungeon, determined on finding and setting an example of those wretched pigs who dared interrogate his prisoner.

“Food will be sent down in a small while, kitten. I expect you to eat every last bite. Lord knows you need the strength.”

He could’ve sworn he heard her sigh in relief.

~~~~~~~

It wasn’t more than a few days before Crowley went to see Elizabeth again. Then again, a week after that. Barely even a full 24 hours the next time. Each visit, he was pleased to see that she got a tad better since the one prior. He’d made an effort to keep his demons away, sending food and water down more frequently. He also made an effort to ignore the whispers of the kingdom, gossip being spread of her ‘special treatment’ and how maybe the King was a bit too fond of Miss Carter. Whatever. It was nonsense, anyway. Peasant talk. She wasn’t getting any special treatment. This was merely a tactic. To keep her alive. To make her comfortable. To get the information.

It was like a mantra in his head. Almost as if he was convincing himself.

As he crossed the guarded threshold, Elizabeth’s eyes darted up, a surprisingly genuine smile lighting her face. Though her voice was still hard and throaty, sarcasm oozing from her words, there was something about that innate reaction that tugged Crowley’s blackened heartstrings. He almost felt...guilty for holding her there, wrapped in chains, treated like a prisoner.

She is a prisoner, dumbass.

“Howdy, Growley. How’s my royal pain in the ass this fine evening?”

She paused, an almost Cas like expression crossing her face.

“Or is it day? I can't really tell down here, it’s all so boring.”

Crowley bit his lip to contain a grin, secretly relishing the nickname. It was moments like these, where the banter and bickering seemed almost friendly, that really messed with his head. He shouldn’t want to laugh at her jokes. He shouldn't want to stare into her eyes, mesmerized by the flames flickering in their auburn depths. Her laugh shouldn't make his heart pound like it did, her smile shouldn't give him that fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Disgusting. He was the King of goddamned Hell, he shouldn't be getting goddamned butterflies for this measly human.

And, yet, there he was.

Again, Crowley swung a chair around, leaning with the back of it facing Elizabeth. He could tell the nonchalance bothered her. That’s probably why he did it.

“Lizzy. Dear. All I need is a simple answer. Then you will be free to go wherever you choose. Paris, maybe. Italy. New York. Hell, back to Moose and Squirrel if that’s what you really want. It’s not difficult. Just tell me. Where. Is. The box?”

The heaviest possible sigh escaped her chest, then, almost as if these repetitions annoyed her. To be fair, they most likely did. That was sort of the point. Leaning as close to the demon as her chains would let her, Elizabeth startled him with the desperation in her tone, features soft for the first time he’d seen.

“Crowley. I really, truly have no idea where Pandora’s Box is. If I did, I would’ve told you ages ago. Even if it brought the Apocalypse. To be honest, I don't give a crap about the world. Humanity can burn for all I care. But I don't. Know.”

For a few seconds, there was silence. Crowley had multitudes of reasons not to believe her. After all. Hunter. Manipulator. Lying was kind of her forte. However, looking into her eyes, he couldn't help but want to trust her words. To unlock those restraints and set her free. But one thing still nagged at him.

Slowly, almost cautiously, the King stood from his perch, stepping around his chair to stand before the girl. Sometimes, he could forget how small she was. With a mouth like that, it was easy to neglect how truly fragile a human soul could be, even one as tough as hers. But now, he could see something; lurking in the back of her mind, standing just beyond the shadows.

He crouched before her, reminiscent of their previous meetings, a curious, wondering look upon his rugged face.

“Though I must admit, I am under every inclination to believe you… I am curious…”

He braced his hands on either side of her, thumbs grazing her outer thighs as he angled himself even closer, as if the proximity would easier reveal her secrets.

“...What makes you so keen on world destruction? As a member of the human race, you’d think you would be quite object to the idea of world wide extinction.”

As quick as it appeared, the softness subsided, gaze hardened like glass against his own dark one. When no answer came, a short chuckle emitted from the demon, smirk wide and amused.

“Ooh, sore subject, I see? Well, obviously something happened along the way to taint your view of your own species. Tell me,”

A growl seeped from the back of Elizabeth’s throat, but still he pressed on, determined to figure her out.

“Tell me, how old were you? You know, when you lost faith in humanity. 14? 20? Was it a boyfriend? A sister?”

Silence was his only answer, much to his dismay. Contrary to his flippant tone, Crowley was genuinely curious. However, it was obvious she was adverse to the subject, to say the least. So, hopping up, back on his feet, Crowley dared a bold move; he lightly tucked a loose strand of hair back behind Elizabeth’s ear, not missing the subtle flutter her eyes gave. Curiously, her gaze remained on the floor, as if...ashamed. Of what, Crowley couldn't be sure. At least, not for a few moments.

As he turned to leave, hand almost on the door, she piped up, tone low and murmuring, as if speaking too loud would be blasphemy.

“Seven.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, fingers frozen mid air as her answer washed over him.

“....I’m sorry?”

Her voice was shaky again, but for a much different reason than before.

“You asked when I lost faith. I was seven.”

Pivoting on the balls of his feet, Crowley’s eyebrows knitted together in confusion. How could you come to such a cynical conclusion at seven bloody years old???

He was almost afraid to ask. But, apparently, he didn't have to. All through her speech, Elizabeth’s eyes remained cast on the floor, voice quiet, almost fearful of what saying this truth aloud could mean.

“It was February. A few days before my birthday. For some reason it had snowed during the day, I remember because I’d spent the entirety making snowmen. After every one, I prayed to a different angel, wishing to be taken far, far away...For social services to bring me to some orphanage, or to be kidnapped or something. I wasn’t sure exactly where I wanted to go, but...but, yeah. A few days before my birthday. It was nighttime, and all the people had gone to bed. Which meant it was time for the gross smelling amber stuff to come out. I know what it was now, but then?”

She gave a sad huff of a laugh.

“I was so naive. I thought it was a...a potion that made you angry. And violent. I thought it was evil. Some form of witchcraft, or something...Which is why I never made a sound as I waited for the nightly visit from my father.”

The way Elizabeth spit the word out, as if it tasted bad on her tongue, made Crowley’s gut twist. He wanted to ask her to stop. He knew where this was going.

Instead, he sat back down, eyes trained on her face even as hers remained downcast.

“Any minute, he would walk through the door, and...and...but then, there was yelling. The sound of glass breaking, a loud thump. Two gunshots. For a moment, I-

Her lip quivered, causing her to pause. Quickly, she regained her composure, even as her voice trembled with unshed tears. She seemed to be looking everywhere but at Crowley.

“For a moment, I hoped that maybe he’d offed himself. That he had shot the nanny, or the dog, and then himself. I prayed to every angel I could name that I was finally free. Or that someone had broken in. Had killed them all. That I was ne-ext.”

For the first time, Liz’ eyes drifted towards his, that fire he so loved snuffed by the memories.

“I was seven. And I hoped beyond hope that I was alone. Seven years old, and praying for death.”

Her gaze dropped yet again, mind caught up in the past.

“But my prayers went unanswered. My door slammed open, and there he was. Brandishing a still smoking shotgun as he glared at me with such hatred. Such anger. His own child, and he hated her guts.”

Suddenly, her tone evened, the thickness gone in a matter of moments. The next sentences were uttered in an almost terrifying monotone.

“He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me through the house, and tossed me outside without a second thought. Didn't bother with a coat. Or food. Just tossed me out like the trash I was. Didn’t spare a second when I screamed, tears freezing on my cheeks as I saw my mother, half her face missing and splattered on the wall. Maybe that was why I didn’t jump, or scream, when I heard a third gunshot. Why I didn't run for help. Why I didn’t pray. No angel had answered my calls. Nobody had saved me. I couldn’t rely on anyone. I didn’t just lose faith in my father, or in humanity. I lost faith in Heaven. In God. If he truly existed, if his angels were so good and just, they wouldn’t have left me alone. Left me to suffer, to die.”

A single tear slipped past her cheek, even as her beautiful face remained stoic and expressionless. Gradually, she glanced up, a new fire lit in her gaze, this one angry and vengeful, like a witch’s pyre.

“Is that what you wanted, Crowley? My sob story?”

For the first time in his entire existence, Crowley was speechless. What could he have said? There were no words to describe what he was feeling, no words to make it better. This was a very old, very infected wound, and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

It wasn't until he was stood before her that he realized he’d been unconsciously walking, reaching for her restraints without having to think about it. Elizabeth’s face contorted in confusion as the shackles were removed, chains and rope untangled to let her loose. Without a word, Crowley snapped his fingers, transporting them outside some rusty old bunker.

Crowley couldn’t even force himself to look at her, afraid she’d see the emotion in his eyes, the anger burning in his chest as he thought of what’d happened to her.

“You’re free to go.”

The shock on her face was evident, auburn eyes wide, jaw slack.

“W-what?”

It took every ounce of self control he had not to kiss that dumbstruck look off her face.

“You don’t know where the box is. There’s no point in torturing you for info you don't have. I will just have to find some other way. In the meantime, you’re free. To go. This,”

The King gestured widely, focusing on the abandoned warehouse to keep from meeting her gaze.

“This, is the Winchester’s ‘secret hideout’. They’ll patch you up, keep you safe, all that jazz. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have very pressing matters to attend to. Tell Moose and Squirrel I said hello.”

Then, without giving her a chance to speak, Crowley snapped his fingers, returning to his throne with the biggest only a slight urge to return and snuggle kiss her senseless.

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What. In. The. FUCK. Just. Happened???

That was all Elizabeth could think for a solid five minutes, staring at the spot Crowley had been just moments before. It wasn't until the cold set in that she remembered, hey, she was kinda bleeding out all over the place. As quick as she could, the blonde limped towards the warehouse looking building, rapping as steadily as possible on the metal door. An iron slot was pulled back, eyes she knew all too well peeking out before widening almost comically, fumbling to yank to entrance open with a gasp.

“Elizabeth?!”

She tried for a reassuring smirk, only succeeding a grimace as she stumbled forward into Sam’s arms. Head against his chest, she could feel his heart quicken as he took in the blood, quickly lifting her and kicking the door closed as he rushed towards what looked like a library.

“DEAN! DEAN, C’MERE, IT’S LIZ!!!”

It wasn’t ten seconds later the man in question stumbled into the room, almost tripping in his haste. A short growl left his throat at the sight of her, not hesitating as he helped get the matted rags that used to be her clothes out of the way, while Sam searched for a first aid kit.

Elizabeth scoffed at the worried glances the older Winchester kept giving her, the sound forced and laced with pain.

“Don't worry about me, Thumper, I’ll be fine. Just need to rest up a few hours.”

Sam rolled his eyes, making his way over to investigate the wounds.

“I just need to rest up a few hours,” He mocked her, raising the pitch of his voice an octave to do so.

“There’s only serious damage done to my torso and limbs, it’s no biggie!”

Elizabeth deadpanned, ignoring the snickers coming from Dean.

“Are ya done, Sasquatch? Im kinda busy bleeding out here.”

There was no playfulness in Sam’s face as he cleaned up around the wounds, clenching his jaw every time she winced. It was silent for practically half an hour as they stitched her up, disinfecting as they went along. Finally, almost finished, Dean piped up.

“So, where were you, anyway? One day you just up and vanished! No note, all your stuff where you left it. I mean, we checked everywhere. Nobody had seen or heard from you in weeks!”

A soft sigh escaped the petite girl, glancing between the boys thoughtfully.

“...honestly?”

They nodded. Elizabeth took a deep breath.

“Hell.”

The word resonated in the room, shock clearly painted on the faces of her ‘brothers’. It took a few seconds for them to find any words, even more to put them in a sensible order.

“Wait, wait...Hell?! You were in Hell?!?!”

She gave a small nod.

“Yeppers. I was on a supply run, when demons cornered me. I wasn't fast enough, and they got the upper hand. Apparently, Mr. Crowley is very interested in a case of ours, and thought I had answers. Which obviously...I didn't.”

At the mention of the demon, Dean’s jaw clenched, fists gripping the edge of the table so hard his knuckles turned white. Even Sam, the usually calm one, seemed pissed, flipping his knife back and forth in his hands agitatedly.

Attempting to sit up, Elizabeth winced, landing back on the table with a thud. After a few moments of tense silence, she spoke.

“...he wants the box.”

Dean groaned and rolled his eyes, heaving a long sigh that slurred into the beginning of his sentence.

“Uuugghh, of course he does.”

Sam’s eyes furrowed, glancing over her wounded figure thoughtfully.

“Wait a minute...you’re pretty beat up.”

A bitch face.

“Oh really? Thanks for lettin’ me know, Sasquatch, I hadn’t noticed.”

He rolled his eyes.

“No, I mean: You couldn’t walk more than five feet on your own. How in the hell did you escape...well...Hell??”

Elizabeth opened her mouth. Closed it again. Began to talk, stopped.

After a few seconds of thinking, she spoke again, quieter this time.

“He...he let me go.”

The room went dead silent, both pairs of eyes trained on her face. Dean was the first to recover.

“He what?! Sorry, I thought you said he let you go.”

“....he did.”

Sam crossed his arms, while Dean threw his arms up in the air, looking the epitome of exasperated.

“W-why?! Why would he just let his hostage go, it doesn’t make sense! I mean, unless-”

The older brother suddenly stopped talking, causing Liz to glance up at him. His eyes told a story of possible betrayal. She didn't even need to hear him say it.

“Liz, did yo-”

“What? Dean, no. I would never!”

He held his hands by his face in a defensive manner.

“Liz, if you made a deal-”

Suddenly, she was angry. Angry at Dean for insinuating that, angry at Sam for just standing by and letting him, angry at Crowley for confusing her so much. Even those old, vengeful thoughts rammed their way into her skull, reverberating in her chest. She was angry at Heaven, and Hell, and everything in between. So pissed, she couldn’t even breathe.

“How could you even-”

And then, just as suddenly. She wasn’t. As Elizabeth thought about it, she hadn’t been angry in a long, long time. When she first started hunting, when she first met the boys and John, she was so vengeful. She was furious, at everything and anything. Every monster was her dad, every victim her mom. It faded ever so slightly over time, so gradual she hadn't noticed. Until she met Castiel. And Balthazar. And Gabriel. And suddenly, she was mad again. This time at Heaven, at all the angels in the sky who had heard her. Heard her cry, heard her pray, and did nothing.

But then....that faded, too. All the hatred she had felt, all that rage, melted into...fatigue.Routine. Elizabeth tried so hard to be angry at Dean, to will up a comeback, to start screaming. But....she couldn’t.

It was almost like they could sense her mood swing, could see the defeat in her eyes. Something more than if she’d made a deal, or bribed Crowley somehow. Sam straightened, going to stop her as she gripped the table for leverage, heaving herself to her feet. He reached, fingers brushing her arms.

“Liz, no, you’re gonna tear your stitches-”

“Don’t touch me!” She spat, stumbling to her feet.

Sam retreated as if he’d been burned. Which he might as well have. She’d never snapped at him. Ever. Not in the 19 years she’d known him. Even Dean seemed rattled, regret filling his gaze at what he’d said, how little he seemed to trust her. That’s not how he meant to come off. It didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t looking. Instead, Liz limped her way down the hallway, slowly but surely moving towards one of the empty rooms she’d noticed while being stitched up. Neither stopped her as she slammed the door.

~~~~~~

She didn’t speak for weeks. Didn’t leave her room. Sam brought food, left it at the door. She wouldn’t take it if he was there. She’d never tell them why she did it. That being in a small space, alone, was comforting. That while she’d been tortured, those hours by herself had been a blessing, that she’d trained her mind to think “alone=alive”. That every small noise outside her door caused her to flinch, anticipating a demon to come back and carve into her again. She would never tell them about the nightmares. How she woke up at 3 in the morning, every morning, breathing heavy with tears running down her face, skin sticky with sweat. She’d never mention these things, not even when she finally walked into the kitchen one morning, eyes downcast, shoulders slumped. Eating the breakfast Sam placed in front of her without a word. Reading quietly in the library. Staying there for hours, staring at the same pages, the same words.

She wouldn’t tell them when she slipped from the Bunker, to an old abandoned shrine a few miles away. She wouldn’t tell them how she’d easily broken in. She wouldn’t tell them when she spotted what they’d been looking for for months.

She wouldn’t tell them that she’d found Pandora’s box.

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As he appeared, Crowley furrowed his brow, confused. Looking her over, up and down, he almost didn’t recognize the ravishing woman in front of him. It’d been so long since he saw her actually healthy, he’d nearly forgotten how breathtaking she could be.

Elizabeth stood before the King, no long malnourished, yet not muscly as he expected. A loose pair of jeans adorned her long legs, paired with a stretched out shirt and boots. The tank top formed beautifully around her curves, cleavage ever present above the collar. Her hair looked soft, almost white curls falling elegantly around her shoulders. But it was her eyes that caught his attention. That fire, the blaze of justice and strength that he so loved, seemed...dull. Fake. Like she was trying so hard to seem alright, but she wasn't. It shouldn’t have hurt him like it did.

That’s when he noticed where they were. A crossroads. But nobody else was there.

He smirked, trying to put off his growing dread.

“Well, don't you look lovely, darling. Can't say I’m not happy to see you...but where could my client have gone? Don’t tell me you scared them off.”

“...you’re lookin’ at her.”

He almost winced.

Keeping up the whole ‘asshole king’ schtick, Crowley sighed, giving a pleasant smile.

“Come on, darling. Really? After all that fighting, now you wanna deal? I don't give second chances.”

Her smirk matched his own.

“You will if I have what you want.”

“What could you possibly have that I-”

He stopped. Tilted his head. Assessed her expression.

“....The box?”

The smallest inclination of her head. A real, giddy smile lit up his face. Finally.

But…

“Hold on...I thought you didn’t know where the bloody thing is?”

Crowley sarcastically gasped, placing a hand over his heart.

“I’m hurt.”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, shaking her head with a miniscule smile. Suddenly, she placed her own hand on her chest, matching his tone almost...playfully. He could barely hear her over the pounding in his ears.

“I would never lie to you, Growley. I had no idea where the box was, honestly.”

She dropped the act, spreading her arms wide.

“But now, I do.”

Again, he sighed, taking a few steps closer.

“And why, exactly, would I not just torture you for that information?”

A smartass shrug.

“Didn��t work before.”

“Yes, but, you didn’t have info then. Now, you do.” He murmured, mocking her words of before. She gave a fake pout, drawing Crowley’s attention to her full lips.

“Aww, your Majesty, I thought you loved polite conversation!”

She suddenly gave a wicked smile.

“And I know you love to deal.”

He couldn’t help but grin back.

“A woman after my own heart.”

Again, the King took a step towards her, merely a foot across from the small woman. From here, he could perfectly see the different flecks of yellow and orange in her eyes, bringing such warmth and passion into the auburn depths. There was something different, though. Something that he couldn’t quite place, but seemed awfully familiar. Still, he ignored it, bouncing on the balls of his feet as if bothered by the chill, when in fact he couldn’t feel a thing.

“So.”

Her gaze flicked to his, and it was only then he realized she was checking him out. Crowley smirked, winking playfully at the blonde. To his surprise, a soft blush dusted her cheeks. He forced himself to believe it was just the cold air.

He continued, staring deep into her eyes.

“Where’s the box?”

Elizabeth smirked, shrugging yet again.

“I can't tell you. Not until we deal. You get the box. I get what I’ve always wanted. I think it sounds pretty damn fair, don’t you?”

He shrugged back, just to annoy her. He loved the frustrated gleam in her eye.

“Perfectly. So, what can I do for you, love, hm? Money, fame...a Lithuanian prostitute?”

Slowly, in the seconds of silence that followed his statement, Elizabeth’s facade cracked, revealing the full expression he’d glimpsed minutes ago. That had seemed hauntingly familiar. He’d seen it when she was talking about her past. About being abused and raped and tossed away. It was pure defeat. Fatigue so deep, no amount of sleep could heal it.

Her next words felt like he’d been stabbed in the lungs.

“...kill me.”

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Elizabeth couldn’t read his face, which scared her more than anything. After her statement, his expression slackened, completely blank for the longest time. After what felt like an eternity of silence, he finally spoke, tone softer than she’d anticipated.

“Why?”

A sigh escaped her, eyes trained on the snow dusted dirt beneath her feet.

“Because I’m tired, Crowley. Tired of hunting. Tired of fighting. Tired of getting up every morning, dreading the day because it’ll just be more of the same. Going through the motions. Pretending to be there. Pretending to be angry, acting like I give a shit about what happens to the world.”

She looked at him then, astonished by the emotion in his gaze. She decided she was imagining it. He didn’t care. He was curious. He didn’t care. He didn't care.

“I’m so tired. So please. Just kill me. Hellhounds, maybe, to seem like I put up a fight. Just...please.”

Slowly, ever so slowly, Crowley moved towards her, now a mere inch away. She could touch him if she wanted. Which she definitely didn’t want. At all. She did.

Then he pulled an angel blade from his jacket.

“Gladly.”

She almost flinched. But then, her eyes shifted, catching the motion of his hand as he flipped it to face towards him, point pressed against his sternum.

“Right after I kill myself.”

A gasp left her, hand grabbing the blade without her consent and dropping it to the ground. She stared at it, breathing hard as she realized what’d happened. How quick her reaction was. How strong the urge to protect him had been. How angry she was that he’d try and pull something like that.

“No.”

Feeling his fingertips on her chin, Elizabeth looked up, not even concealing the tears in her eyes. Crowley’s gaze was almost tender as he caught one beneath his thumb, wiping it away while maintaining eye contact. His next statement caught her completely off guard.

“Then don't ever, ask me to do that again. Understand?”

Though his tone was gentle, it left no room for argument. She couldn’t even nod. Just stood, confused, unconsciously leaning into his hand.

“...why?”

She hated how weak she sounded in that moment. Voice shaky, thick with tears, breathing fast and short. He took a while thinking, grazing his thumb over her lips while doing so. Eventually, he spoke, though not about what she expected. Or wanted.

“New deal.”

Though kind of disappointed, she nodded anyway, curious as to what this entailed. He had a mischievous gleam in his eye, drawing the tiniest of smiles from the blonde. He seemed to have that effect.

“New deal is: You show me where the box is...and I take you away from this life.”

Her smile grew, liking this deal already. A shaky laugh left her.

“H-how?”

“Simple, my dear. You could stop hunting. No more fighting, no more bruises. No more broken bones or broken hearts. You would live in luxury. Anything you could ever want...like a queen.”

Her breath halted, eyes widening. She didn’t dare let herself hope, but...could he mean..

Elizabeth’s voice was trembling with barely contained joy, expression melting into an impish grin. She hesitantly moved closer, their bodies almost pressed together by that point.

“And...w-whose queen would I be?”

His smirk softened to a fond smile, searching her gaze apprehensively.

“Well...mine, hopefully.”

She couldn’t help the face splitting smile that graced her lips, shocking even herself at the giggle that escaped her chest. She mischievously placing her arms on his shoulders as she pretended to think.

“Hmm...I dunno. Does Lucifer need a queen anytime soon?”

“That’s not funny.”

Even as the words were said, Crowley had a million dollar grin on his face, as if he just won the lottery. Which, unbeknownst to her, was exactly how he felt.

She still couldn’t believe how quickly he’d turned her mood around. Just an hour before, she was ready to die. Now? For the first time, in a long time, she was excited to live. Without pain. Without hunting.

Hunting.

Elizabeth grimaced, thinking of the Winchester boys. They were like her brothers, how could she just become the Queen of Hell, and not betray them? How could she hand over Pandora’s box, and allow Crowley to take over everything, and not hurt them in the process?

“Moose and Squirrel will not be harmed, if that’s what you’re thinking. Earth, pretty much, I’ll leave alone. No need to mess with the livestock.”

She gave a playful glare, only causing him to waggle his brows suggestively. After a few moments she couldn't help her laugh, leaning her forehead against his chest as her giggles faded. A soft sigh left the blonde as he wrapped his arms around her body, soft black material encasing her, trapping his body heat in to block the cold.

“So.”

His voice broke through her thoughts, causing her to look up into his dark eyes expectantly. He smirked and winked.

“Should we seal this deal, then?”

Pretending to be exasperated, Elizabeth heavily sighed, acting annoyed before reaching up and crashing her lips to his in a passionate kiss.

She would never tell the Winchesters how close she came to death. She would never mention how relieved she’d been when Crowley pulled out the blade. Or how scared when he turned it on himself. She’d never tell them how soft his lips had been as she kissed him, relishing the dig of his fingers at her hips as he groaned, the embrace long in the making. She’d never tell them about showing him the crypt where the box was hidden, protected from all eyes in Ancient Greek letters even time had forgotten about. She’d never tell them about the first night she spent in Crowley’s castle, falling asleep quickly. How, for the first time in weeks, she slept soundly, waking more rested than she’d ever been. She’d never tell them the feeling of opening her eyes to see Crowley staring back, not having had to sleep yet staying by her side anyway, just to make sure she was alright. She would never tell the boys the rush of relief and peace she felt that morning. How, for the first time in her life, she was home. Even in this weird, unlikely romance, she felt safe. Warm.

She would never tell the Winchesters the story of her ascent to the throne, or of the love her and Crowley shared.

And she would never tell Crowley that, in finding him, and the passion and dedication he showed her everyday, she’d found it. What she’d been missing her whole life.

She’d never tell anybody but Castiel. That, in finding her king;

She’d found her faith.

(HUGS AND KISSES FOR ALL OKAY, LUV YA, BABES!!!! ~Ali)

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Triumphs as a Storyteller

I wanna talk about exalted a bit here, just because I had a surge of pride in our campaign:

First off, this campaign, which is nameless, mostly due to it being so hard to quantify, we seldom stay in one place long enough to name it after a place, the party is divisive enough to have naming it after a goal to be a little too complicated. . . so it’s just called Exalted. It should be noted there are multiple exalted campaigns being run, which everyone defines by their difference from MY Exalted (i.e. Scrub Exalted, Side Exalted, Bros-night Exalted). When we say “we’re running exalted” they mean my game, which I like.

Secondly, this one story has been running for FIVE YEARS. and I don’t mean that in game time. I mean in real time. In fact, only one of the players present at the beginning of the campaign is still in it (not counting me) and NONE of the starting party of Solars are still alive (One of them became part of Gaia, and so he continues to exist as a spirit but. . . he doesn’t count) The same circle is still together, however, tied together by a city they once saved and their past life memories.

Thirdly: In game time, enough time has passed for the newest Solar addition to be of age with one of the original Solar’s kids (the two of them started dating) The Solar who became part of Gaia has two daughters, who are old enough to be Queens of a different nation in their own right, and have kids of their own. There’s a lot of family based RP in it, and a lot of interesting coming of age stories, both of the characters and eventually their kids, allowing in game parallels which I love.

In terms of more blatant bragging, I’ve managed to tempt three seprate players into accepting an Akuma deal through honeyed tongue alone, even with them knowing that I’m mean and more than likely to compel them/ take control of their characters as Yozi can do. I’ve brought the entire table to tears at least a dozen times, and individual players to extreme emotional responses more than I can count(read: not just rage due to shitty gameplay, but character bleed), which is perhaps what I am most proud of.

In terms of pure events: We’ve had several people nearly sleep with Luna, someone HAS slept with Lilith, we once had our archer Night try and punch a Hekatonchire in the face. That same night then got bucked and thrown twenty miles, and survive. We had an airship crash into a manse the Solar’s had conquered, nearly destroying it. We had a battle against a giant river squid, and then a desperate attempt to detach a city from a underworld copy of itself, before the two merge and plummet into the void together. The Brave Archer Night caste saves a simple country doctor from an Infernal Trap. (Remember this, it will be important later! Date: early 2012) The Solars survive getting all their intimacies reversed, prompting them to turn on everyone and each other, and then having the city they were in tossed into the deep wyld. Our Twilight got so mad that someone stole his gun that he created a wagon that moved faster than sound to pursue them. Our token Lunar both impregnated someone and got pregnant in the same session. She then traveled across the world to acquire an artifact that controlled reincarnation so that a kind and sad ghost could reincarnate into the baby in her belly. The party accidentally summons Mercury into an Infernal trap, and both the Twilight and the Lunar bonded to him die in her defense. (And everyone was terrified of Shredderkin forevermore) Our dawn surfs on his sword on a wave of Lava, punches a tower out of the sky, and uses the Sun’s own laser to kill an Infernal. The party confronts Juggernaught and the mask of winters at the gates of Fallen Lookshy, and, with the brave and true sacrifice of the oldest remaining Solar (the same twilight who punched the Hekatonchire), manage to break the Mask’s mask, kill him, and team up with Lookshyan rangers, the Elemental Dragon of Air, and an Infernal Princess to destroy the walking fortress just before it turns Lookshy and half the scavenger lands into a Shadowland. During that same fight, our Dawn learns that he accidentally impregnated his shape-shifting dragon-horse mount, and she gives birth to a daughter literally ON Juggernaught’s back, whose mint-new soul is the perfect place for shards from the Mask’s broken soul to nestle. That same girl is kidnapped and tortured to death at age 10, and becomes a hideous Abyssal. Dawn swears by all that is holy that he will cure her. (this is also important date: late 2014 i think) The new Night Caste starts hate-dating the leader of all the Infernals, Hell’s top general, the leader of the Reclaimation. They get way too close, and actively avoid killing each other even though their armies are diametrically opposed. Party joins a war, helps the Brides of Ahlat overthrow their husband, and then they kill him. HIs manor is declared a cursed place after a party member dies horribly there. (And everyone is afraid of Ahlat’s manor forevermore, second only to shredderkin) Party raids a Realm Embassy, barely survives a battle against nearly two dozen dragon blooded, ends up fighting Anys Syn herself, escaping only because the dead Night caste’s mother is equally attached to the new night caste, and she happens to be a millennia old Sideral. Party escapes to Hell, where they adjudicate a domestic dispute between three Yozi. Dawn is given a carbon copy of his Abyssal daughter, but this one became a Solar instead. Everyone suspects the Ebon Dragon. Dawn adopts the spare daughter anyway, dares anyone to tell him she’s not his. Night’s hate date tells party she’s going to steal the US’s spear. Party rallies an entire nation to stop her, starts a war with the bull, fights a hundred battles only to lose horribly against her in the final moment. Turns out she only wanted it for one brief task, which she traded to Adorjan in exchange for curing her daughter of something horrible (Shredderkin is no longer insane! Still very scary) Less than a day later, Party fights a full circle of Abyssals lead by another Deathlord. Somehow wins, thanks to both strength of arms and the friends they made along the way. Turns out the simple country doctor was actually a third circle demon who fell in love with both Night Castes (Date of reveal: early 2017 - a four year con~!) Dawn redeems his daughter at the tail end of this fight. (Motivation achieved, only took three-ish years!)

. . . So yeah. I’m quite proud of this. I love exalted. Things have kind of ground to a halt recently, since we’ve been making the swap to 3rd ed, or rather, my own homebrew of 3rd ed. I’ve put more work and effort into this campaign then I have into the rest of my life combined (my transition not included)

#exalted #loooooooooooooong post #nobody is gonna read this #but #i needed to put this down in writing #So much has happened #It's like I've been running a vast world simulation in my head for years #it doesn't feel liek writing to me #it feels like just tuning into the sim and watching to see what other people are doing #and then telling the players about it #it writes itself #i wish my one talent was actually useful to making money #instead it's just #damn girl #you can write a roleplay like nobody's buisiness

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Warrior's Crown: B Block, Day 18- Sister Abigail vs Syn

The last match on the last day of this incredible tournament is officially underway. Abigail and Syn are tied at the top of the leaderboard, Tommaso Ciampa hot on their heels. The only way for Ciampa to advance would be a tie. Otherwise, one of these longtime rivals will go on to face the winner of the A Block, Talia Rogue, in Sunday’s Finals. They circle the ring before engaging in a lock up. Abigail backs them up into the corner, but she breaks it at the referee’s insistence. Collar and elbow tie up again, this time we see Syn move them back, but gets pulled aside and into a front chancery. Abigail picks the leg to break it, but can’t get a proper hold, and gets kicked off in the corner. Another tie up, Abigail shoves them back into the corner, and Abigail breaks it with a shot to the breadbasket. An arm wraps around his head, and Abigail begins grinding Syn’s flesh along the top cable. She releases him, and looks to take him to the mat with a frankensteiner, but Syn blocks and lifts her back up. Abigail punches her way out of a possible powerbomb attempt, and slips around to the back, and locks in a standing Shiryo! Before she’s able to bring it to the mat, Syn scrambles out of it. Syn with a HUGE palm strike, and a forearm that knocks her back into the ropes. Syn with an Irish Whip, and connects with a dropkick to rival his future chosen opponent on the rebound! Abigail tumbles out of the ring, and Syn watches her go for a moment before running the ropes, and soaring over the top with a beautiful tope con hilo! The early parts of this match is all Syn!

The world champion rolls them back into the ring after taking a moment to celebrate. Abigail begins to fight to her feet. A fight hand, but gets caught on the second - URANAGE FROM THE MATRIARCH! Abigail glares down at him before repeatedly driving her boot into his chest with disdainful stomps. She begins moving her way around, viciously dissecting each limb in her signature Garvin Stomp. Drawing him back to his feet, Abigail hooks the waist, looking for a tombstone piledriver, but Syn tightens his legs to block it. Abigail struggles, even clubbing the back to weaken him, but it’s no good. She breaks the attempt, but Syn catches her for a DDT - or, at least he tries to. Abigail blocks the attempt. She pushes off, spins, and CRACKS a discus elbow over his jaw! Syn’s down on his knees, and Abigail gets him in position for Crucifixion! She connects! Far leg hooked for the pin.

One…

Two…

Kickout!

The former finisher of the Devil Herself sees an easy kickout for the champion, but it’s been some time since that move had been effective, and she isn’t surprised as more annoyed they’re in this situation. This was going to be another edition of their ongoing war, and Abigail was fine with that, but putting everything at stake was the LAST thing she’d wanted to do. Devastating losses to Riley and Naito, defeats Syn mirrored, landed them here. Abigail draws him up. She springboards off the ropes, catches him in a reverse facelock, and connects with the Black Arrow. But wait! Syn rolls through! Abigail’s eyes are wide as she sees Syn charging at her, and they roll to the back of her head as Syn connects with a Thunderbastard knee! Still she manages to stay up, and Syn lands another! A third connects, and Abigail’s slumped against the turnbuckle padding. Syn’s right behind her and lifts her up to the top. He climbs up, hooking Abigail by the waist, and throws them off the TOP WITH A GERMAN SUPLEX! BUT ABIGAIL LANDS ON HER FEET! Having taken the worst of the fall, Syn’s slow to turn around and see that Abigail’s standing up behind him, a dangerous and violent look in her eyes. Syn’s able to get back to his feet and runs at her - but Abigail spins, and her foot connects with his face in a discus big boot! Syn’s turned around, and Abigail reaches through and gets wrist control. Spun out, Abigail tries the Famemaker, but Syn ducks under it. The arm’s trapped as Syn plants her with a German suplex, but Abigail lands on her feet again! Abigail lands a reverse hurricanrana, spiking him on his head! Syn rolls to the outside. A move made to catch his breath, but may prove fatal as Abigail jumps and turns to the top rope, and connects with a beautiful springboard moonsault!

Abigail sits back on her knees, arms stretched out at the sides, kneeling over her opponent. She lifts him up and rolls him into the ring, but keeps him close to the ropes. Syn’s placed on top of the bottom rope and bent back and over the middle as Abigail locks in Shiryo! Syn screams out in agony as his neck is wrenched back in the painful submission, but it’s only kept in for a maximum of four seconds, Abigail relinquishing to avoid disqualification. She pulls him back in, lining him up, and crushes his skull with a curb stomp! Abigail sits back on her heels, a crazed grin standing out as she pulls Syn up by his feet strands of hair. If Abigail continues to have her way, she’ll be ending this soon. Irish whip from the Matriarch - but Syn reverses! Abigail goes running, and gets caught in a Spanish fly from the champion! His grip slips, and he’s unable to get the pin with it. However, Syn draws her up and gets Abigail in an electric chair, switches her over to a powerbomb, and connects! She’s stacked up for the pin!

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Syn looks to continue to action, but Abigail gets the upper hand with a fee stiff kicks to the midsection, and a spinning back kick that stumbles the Demon Slayer and drops him to a knee. Abigail runs the ropes, and connects with a sliding flatliner. Syn flops to his back, looking up at the lights with a dazed look in his eyes. Abigail takes a few steps back, looking to flatten him with a senton - but Syn moves! Abigail crashes down to her back. She’s scooped up, thrown into the air, and lands back down on the back! Syn takes a moment to stretch out his limbs before falling in to the cover - but gets caught in a victory roll!

One…

Two…

Kickout!

Abigail drives a knee into his chest to ground him, and drops both of her feet into his midsection to keep him there. She ascends to the top, back the her opponent, and soars off with another picture perfect moonsault - but nobody’s home! Abigail collides with the canvas once again, and her woes worsen as Syn connects with a Thunderbastard knee! He goes for another, but Abigail dodges, and drops him with an inverted powerslam. Shades of Shinsuke Nakamura continue as she crushes him with a Bomaye! Syn’s knocked out to the apron after that hellacious attack, and Abigail’s right there with him. She stands over him, scooping him by the waist, and using all of her strength to get him up for a German suplex! But, luckily for him, Syn fights out it with back elbows. After saving his own skin, Syn looks to get the advantage back, looking for a suplex of his own, an exploder on the hardest part of the ring. But Abigail’s free hand reaches out to grab the rope, preventing Syn from throwing her overhead! She gets out of it by raining down sharp elbows until she’s released. As these two continue jockeying for position, a voice from the PA system informs us there’s only 10 minutes remaining as we’ve already surpassed the 20 minute mark, and it doesn’t look like either will be going down any time soon. Abigail lifts her leg and lands a stiff knee that knocks Syn flat on his back, and she CRUSHES him with a boot stomp! All the air is driven out of his chest, and Syn’s gasping for breath as he’s rolled back into the ring. Abigail has a disgusting smirk, black and yellow teeth on full display, as she slithers into the ring, and grabs Syn by the waist of his tights. Abigail drags Syn up to his feet, grabbing his wrist, and placing her other hand on his back. Abigail held him up for a moment, displaying the vulnerable champion for the crowd.

“Bye-Bye!” Abigail yells out, before spinning Syn out, and taking his head off with a brutal Famemaker! Syn was turned inside out, and victory was most certainly Abigail’s. Abigail would be moving on to the finals, meeting Talia Rouge on Sunday! Abigail made the cover!

1….2….

The three never came, instead, the ref was pulled out of the ring, stopping the count. Who was it that saved Syn, preventing the three count? None other than the man currently in third place in the B-Block, Tommaso Ciampa. Ciampa would win the block if Syn and Abigail tied, finishing with 14 points, while both Syn and Abigail would have 13. Both Syn and Abigail have the victories over Ciampa, so if either of these competitors win this match, they would tie Ciampa in points, and win the block by virtue of the head-to-head victory over Ciampa. Ciampa knew this, and prevented the match from happening- and while Ciampa was out here, he’d be preventing any other stoppages to this match as well. Ciampa smirked from outside of the ring, and gave Abigail a wave. Abigail began shaking with anger, as she stared at Ciampa outside of the ring. Ciampa seemed to get the message, and took off running, but Abigail slid out of the ring to give chase. Ciampa ran around the ring and hopped a barricade to escape, and when Abigail rounded the corner, she was cut off by Syn launching himself like a missile through the middle ropes with an amazing suicide dive! Both of them crashed down to the floor, and Syn was quick to get back to his feet, setting Abigail on the announce table, before quickly rolling into the ring and climbing onto the top turnbuckle. Syn was moving with increased urgency due to the limited amount of time left, and was looking to put this match to bed right here! Syn leaped off the top rope and crashed into the table and Abigail with a beautiful and devastating swanton bomb! Both Syn and Abigail laid in the wreckage, as the time continued to tick down!

Eventually, Syn managed to get back to his feet, with 25 minutes having elapsed in the contest at this point. There wasn’t much time left, and he knew it, and he knew he had to put this one to bed right here and now. Syn grabbed Abigail and tossed her back into the ring. Syn was quick to lift Abigail up and plant her with a powerbomb! High stack cover!

1…2… kickout!

Abigail managed to kick out, but with the kickout, Abigail was flipped over into a kneeling position, leaving her wide open for when Syn ran off the ropes and drilled her with a Thunderbastard! Cover!

1…2… kickout!

Abigail stays alive again! Syn didn’t seem phased though, rolling up to his feet, watching as Abigail stumbled to hers. When she got up, Syn charged her but ducked a wildly swung clothesline, rebounding off the other set of ropes, and nailing Abigail in the face with a Claymore Kick! Another cover!

1…2… kickout!

Abigail had kicked out of three massive moves right in a row! Syn was a bit frustrated, hoping something in that combination of moves would be able to put her down for good, but no dice. There wasn’t much time left, and he needed to end it. Syn lifted Abigail up, looking for Ragnarok, the move he’d used to put down Abigail to win the World Title. Syn tossed her up for the Razor’s Edge Piledriver, but Abigail, quick to counter, turned the move into a Frankensteiner, and trapped Syn in a sudden, quick cover!

1…2… Kickout!

Syn managed to escape the sudden pin attempt, but Abigail was quick to her feet, rolling into the corner, and quickly getting up, jumping up onto the top rope, and going for a BME, Best Moonsault Ever, shades of Christoper Daniels… But Syn caught Abigail in mid-air with a thunderbastard! Abigail was out cold! Syn covered!

1…2… Kickout!

Another Kickout! Syn was in disbelief again, but he wouldn’t let this derail him again. Syn knew he didn’t have much time to work. Syn lifted Abigail back up and was looking for another Release X-Plex, but when Syn threw Abigail up, Abigail wrapped her legs around his head and countered with a huricanrana! Syn was flipped across the ring, and when he pulled himself up to his knees, Abigail delivered a Bomaye right to the back of his head! Syn looked to be out! Now it was Abigail making the frantic cover!

1…2… Kickout!

Now Abigail was the frustrated one, as she heard Justin Roberts come over the mic. “Two minutes remaining.” She had to put Syn down in two minutes to win the block, else it would go to Ciampa. Abigail stood up and grabbed Syn by the arms, looking to trap him and put him down for good with the Baptism By Fire. Abigail lifted Syn up and twisted him around, but before she could lift him up, Syn countered with a Backslide pin attempt!

1…2… Kickout!

Abigail kicked out and quickly rolled through, grabbing Syn’s wrist, and nailing him with the Famemaker! Famemaker out of nowhere! Syn was turned inside out! Abigail lifted him up and hooked his arms, planting Syn with Baptism by Fire! Abigail sat on Syn’s chest, using her full weight to pin him down, hooking both legs for the cover!

1….2…… Kickout!

Somehow, someway, Syn kicked out of that insanely deadly combination. Abigail was in utter shock, and now there was only about a minute left until time expired. Abigail got up and shouted for Syn to do the same, measuring him as she watched the man slowly make it to his feet. Syn got up and Abigail charged him for a spear, but Syn leaped over Abigail, and Abigail’s face met turnbuckle! Syn quickly ran across the ring and rebounded off the opposite corner, before driving his knee into the back of Abigail’s head with a massive thunderbastard! Syn grabbed Abigail by the back of her tights, and lifted her up into a fireman’s carry, before walking her to the middle of the ring, and driving her down with the Corpsegrinder, the Fireman’s Carry Stunner! Abigail popped back to her feet, stunned, and Syn ran towards the ropes, sprung off of them, and blasted Abigail with a Black Mirror! The move knocked Abigail all the way across the ring, and left Syn laying without enough energy to get back to his feet. Syn slowly crawled over to Abigail, and used the very last of his strength to turn her over. He finally did, after a few seconds, and laid across Abigail for the cover…

1….

*DING DING DING*

Syn looked up. The bell had rang, but the ref hadn’t counted more than a one count. Justin Robert’s voice came over the speakers.

“Ladies and Gentlemen… the 30 minute time limit for this match has expired, and this match has been declared a draw.”

Syn’s head hung, knowing he’d failed to end the match in 30 minutes, meaning….

“The winner, of the B Block… Tommaso Ciampa!”

As Ciampa’s music began to play throughout the arena, Syn could only look to the top of the ramp, where Ciampa had been sitting since running away from Abigail. The grin of Ciampa’s face was as wide as it was the day he won the Atlas title, and Ciampa offered little more than a wave goodbye to the World Champion and his greatest rival, Abigail, as Ciampa turned and walked to the back.

The finals are set, ladies and gentlemen. Talia Rouge vs Tommaso Ciampa. Chapter 10. The Warrior’s Crown finals. We’ll see you there! Goodnight, everybody!

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hccwrestlingrp · 6 years

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Ladies and Gentlemen, presenting the most exciting, hard hitting HCCW PPV to date…

Elimination Chamber!

Live! December 3rd, from Las Vegas, Nevada!

For the first time, both the World Heavyweight and Vixens Championships are on the line inside the chamber!

Rusev vs Syn vs Sami Zayn vs AJ Styles vs Corey Graves vs Mark Andrews inside the chamber for the World Heavyweight Championship!

and

Rosemary vs Becky Lynch vs Mia Yim vs Shayna Baszler vs Lilith Brookes vs Charlotte inside the chamber for the Vixens Championship!

Also featuring possibly the most stacked undercard of all time:

Christian steps back in the ring for the first time since 2014, for #OneMoreMatch, taking on the returning Sister Abigail!

The Young Bucks defend the HCCW World Tag Team Championships against Chuck Taylor and Trent?!

HCCW Gift of the Gods holder, and Ring of Honor World Champion Cody Rhodes defends the ROH World Title against Sami Callihan!

Finn Balor unleashes The Demon for the first time since the Royal Rumble, against Crazzy Steve!

Pete Dunne defends the HCCW Zero-G Championship against Jimmy Havoc in a Deathmatch!

The Undefeated Asuka defends her perfect record against Nikki Cross!

Chris Jericho wrestles one on one for the first time since WrestleFest, taking on Davey Richards!

Dean Ambrose defends the HCCW Elite Championship against Baron Corbin!

All this, plus, we find out who will take on Brock Lesnar at New Year’s Revolution! It all goes down Sunday, Dec. 3rd!

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deathbyvalentine · 5 years

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Wayward Road - Spy AU

The car was already idling on the curb when she stepped out of the building, glancing over her sunglasses to ensure there were no passersby watching as she climbed in a moment later. The car pulled away quickly and smoothly, the door barely shut as it did so. As soon as she was seated, the woman removed her hat and red wig, tugging her blonde hair out of its confinement to tumble around her shoulders. She took off the lanyard around her neck, tossing it into the glove compartment where it clattered and joined a hundred like it. The sunglasses were removed, and she shrugged off the professional blouse, revealing the casual t-shirt underneath. A quick rub with a handkerchief and the scarlet lipstick painting her delicate mouth was also removed. In less than a minute, she had become a completely different person.

Only when they hit the highway did she relax and finally look over at the driver. Sean had remained quiet during her transformation, knowing the importance of the ritual of it, allowing Ash to slip into the version of herself he knew. When she reached over and stole his flask of coffee, he knew it was safe to approach.

“Did you get what we needed?” She nodded, holding up a hand to show the small usb drive tucked against her palm. Long gone were the days of smuggling paper files under coats and in briefcases. Stacks of information could be hidden behind a finger.

“It’s been a while. John reckoned you might have gone native.” She snorted. “Oh yeah, because that’s so like me.” “If it helps, I told him it were much more likely you were dead.” “Correct.” She fiddled with the radio, ignoring his look of displeasure. “So, who were you this time?” “Amma Hunter. Journalist.” She didn’t even hesitate, or stop to recall. “Old money, getting by on daddy’s cash, not as clever as she thinks she is. Best relegated to being a glorified secretary or celebrity fluff pieces. No need to watch how you talk around her.” He shook his head. “I will never understand how you keep track.” “Oh, it’s easy once you’re used to it.” She let her head loll back against the headrest and grinned. “It’s not like identity really exists anyway if you don’t have a stable life.” “That’s really fuckin’ depressing, you know that?” “I’ve been told.”

+++++++ Sean and Ashley had met when John had recruited her. You gotta give kudos to a teenager trying to rob someone of his status, especially one that almost managed it. She knew who he was (impressive in of itself) and tried anyway, figuring the rewards far outweighed the risks. No background, no family, no connections - she was perfect for this line of work. It was Sean who had suggested offering her a job. John had only regretted it since when he had been forced to listen to the two of them for more than five minutes.

It hadn’t been plain sailing at first. Ashley seemed comprised purely of thorns, snapping at any question she deemed too personal. Which honestly, seemed to be any question. But when Sean realised this, she relaxed. Soon, something like trust began to grow, not that either of them would ever call it that. Trust, like love, was for children, one of her favourite sayings.

She often did undercover work, something Sean had never quite got the knack of. He was her fire support, her recon guy, her rescuerer on more than one occasion. Rebekah found the jobs, Izzy tossed them the research, Cordy gave them the tools, John told them what to do and Tammy stitched them back together. They all had their place - Ash thought of Sean as the great sword to her dagger. Same result, different approaches.

Sometimes, he wondered where Ash came from. Her accent was painfully neutral, but sometimes he noticed when they shared a room on a job, nightmares would frequently leave her kicking and moaning in a language he didn’t understand. Plus the fact she was clearly too fucking young to know half the shit she knew and have half the scars she had, and yet. But in this job, everyone had stuff. You didn’t dredge it up.

She didn’t ask about his military service, he didn’t ask about the nightmares. An unspoken deal.

Synstrid Coffee Shop AU

The girl dashed inside, out of the thunderstorm, rain dripping from the ends of her pink hair. Her dress clung to her skin, making her shivering even more apparent. She was not dressed for the weather in the slightest, her legs bare and the sequined jacket she was wearing was clearly more for effect than any warming qualities. She could have just stepped out of an endless summer. Syn stood behind the counter, pausing in her wiping down before closing.

There are moments in life that sometimes seem scripted. Where you can picture it as a scene in a movie perfectly. The soft focus warm lights of the coffee shop. The plinky piano music providing background music. The way she tossed her hair - the camera would zoom in on the rain drops scattering like stars. Syn did not believe in fate, or destiny, or any of that crap. Which was lucky, because Astrid did, wholeheartedly.

Astrid approached the counter and began chattering immediately. “Hi. I know you’re like about to close, but I needed to get out the rain and charge my phone, and I was just DRAWN to this place, you know? It was like a beacon in the dark.” She barely paused for breath, eyes resting on Syn’s face. Her eyes were green, and it was hard to tell if they were as unnatural as her hair. “I’m Astrid. By the way. I know you didn’t ask but I can already tell we’re going to be friends.” She reached out and shook Syn’s hand - her skin like ice.

Against her better judgement, Syn felt a flash of concern. “Right. I’m Syn. Flip the door sign to closed and sit down. Don’t touch anything. I’m getting you a towel, a hoody and a cup of tea. Fifteen minutes, then out, alright?” She rolled her eyes at the grin Astrid gave her. Just her luck that the mad girl would come in on her shift.

Diesel and Devotion

It would be soon. He could feel tug in the back of his mind like a fishing line, insistent. He wouldn’t go though. Not yet. He was putting his territory in order. He had burnt the propaganda posters that had once coated his room, all traces of Liberator Diesel gone. It felt like a relief. He didn’t have to look at the failed idol, the disappointed expectation. For the first time in a while, he could be himself.

Not that he was truly himself of course. But then, he never had been. Diesel was a man who’s mind had always been moulded by other people. The Combine. The Industrioclasts. And now, he had asked someone to do it, to switch conditioning so Petrol could finally be the person he was meant to be. Who cared if Vector was unhappy? Certainly not Vector himself.

He wasn’t looking forward to the Nexus. He would die or he wouldn’t. Either way he would have to sit inbetween the infighting he didn’t give a single fuck about any more, explain himself to people who wouldn’t understand over and and over, and watch the universe move on, leaving him behind.

But Devotion would be there. He didn’t have the vocab to describe what she was to him. He wanted to impress her, terrified of disappointing her, but only by his own standards. He wanted to be close to her, but calling her comrade or sister felt cheap somehow, applying a Combine filter onto a relationship that didn’t exist within it. He was tired. What he wanted more than anything was to sit with her, watching the others, and wait for a final morning to dawn. No pressure. No obligations. Just quiet company.

Pain - WR

Her body was a patchwork of scars. The one above her knee from where her leg had broken and the demon had stood on it, pressing down. The one on her hip from a vampire’s teeth. The long scratches down her back from a wolf. So many others. Only her face had managed to get away unscathed, and she couldn’t help but wonder for how long. Then of course, there was the bits you couldn’t see. That she ignored.

They came out when she slept, usually. Nightmares that woke her kicking, drenched in sweat, unable to breathe. Sometimes it was of dark, shadowy things touching her. Sometimes it was of things that actually happened. Sometimes it was things about to happen. Sometimes it was things she was terrified would happen. Sometimes it was all of those things.

She told herself she contained it to when she slept, but that was plainly untrue. She saw things that weren’t there, or maybe were, but couldn’t tell the difference between the two. Her mind and the thin reality of the real world were in constant competition. She couldn’t stand to be touched because of the visions that might slam into her head but also because it felt too naturally intimate, too close. Her temper flared too often for it to be normal, she drank too much and slept too little.

Tonight, she woke up remembering how it felt for her leg to snap under a pair of claws, like it was nothing more than a twig. She jolted up just as she heard the crack, chest heaving. Kara was still asleep beside her, breathing even and soothing. The room was dark, lit only by the street light filtering in. In the corner, she saw Violet, silent and almost hidden in the shadows. As usual. Ash pulled the duvet over her head, as if it would keep out the bad things. She had long ago learnt it wouldn’t.

Red - Sharp Objects. Trigger Warning for abuse.

My bad childhood grew inside me like a tumour, pressing against my spine. It was in my blood as I matured, blossoming like some ugly flower. I would never be rid of it. It would not be scrubbed or burnt or let from me. Not that I didn’t try. My skin told stories about how hard I had tried to wipe myself clean. I would always be waiting for the moment it conquered me completely and decided to jump to the next victim.

Amma didn’t catch it from me, but she caught it from momma. I could see it growing in her too, though she wore it much better than I did. She let it strengthen her spine, keeping her up tall, not stooping her over. She didn’t even know she was diseased. She was biological warfare, unafraid of the hurt inside her. She had found ways to rip it out, take it outside, make it the world’s problem.

There were similarities between us. Her lips were the same shade of cherry red as my cuts. She tilted her head the same way, eyes just as adept as mistruth. She wasn’t so much my mirror as my shadow. Or maybe I was hers? Darker, quieter, always following.

I love her more than I love myself, though that isn’t too hard. The way she could externalise hate, I externalised love. I loved a lot of broken things, it was the only way I could think of to love myself.

Tommy&Jane/Guardians

He leaned his elbows on the smooth wooden counter, flipping idly through a catalogue of the latest magical ingredients, occasionally highlighting something that could potentially be useful for his kit. The shop was empty, lit up by golden evening light and dust. It was one of his infrequent visits back to the UK, to check on Jones, check on the Guardians and visit his biological family. The rest of the time he was in Kos, with Asclepius. Resting before the next inevitable crisis. He covered a few shifts in the magic shop to keep himself busy, keep him from thinking too much.

There was nobody else in the shop apart from Jane. They had worked mostly in companionable silence, her putting away some books in the forbidden section. Now though, she came through, holding a tray filled with two mugs of tea smelling of flowers and herbs. She set one in front of him, the slight click of ceramic against the wood. He nodded his thanks and went back to his catalogue, but Jane didn’t move. “How are you doing?” “Fine. Business is kinda slow.” “I didn’t mean about the shop darling.” “Oh.” He finally looked up, pushing up the glasses on his nose with a thumb. “Um. The world isn’t immediately ending. Jones isn’t immediately dying. Michael isn’t dead, A isn’t dead so I guess I haven’t got much to complain about.” Jane tilted her head, long silky hair slipping off her shoulders. “You do realise that not being in immediate life threatening danger and fine are not the only two states you’re allowed to be in?” “Yes.” “Then maybe act like it?” She sat carefully on one of the overstuffed armchairs, holding her own cup of pink coloured tea. “You look tired.” “I’ve not been sleeping too well.” He rolled up the sleeves of his flannel shirt, avoiding eye contact. “Let me guess. Waiting for something bad to happen?” She nodded, sipping at her tea. “Happens to us all. Why do you think Michael was like Michael was? Drinking and sex is a good a way to cope as any. How are you coping?” “Um. Not like that?” As in, he wasn’t, not really. “You need to find something. You’ll end up a bit mad otherwise.”

She placed her mug down on the side table, fingers going up to fiddle at the necklace nestled between her collarbones. Tommy was suddenly struck with how caring she actually was, hiding it under a veneer of snark and cleverness. She cared about the new guardians. For some reason, he thought the four would be all too eager to ditch them and go and live their lives they had been denied for so very long. She hadn’t done that. He remembered how it felt to hug her, all caring and no expectation. He wished he could have asked for another one, but his odd pride wouldn’t let him. He wasn’t quite sure what had happened to his softness, his lack of shame for his love of affection. Now he felt constantly guarded, like he needed act constantly. “What did you find?” She laughed, beautifully. “Love. Family. Books, actually. Leaning is quite a good one when you’ve got centuries to spare. I wouldn’t rely too hard on your family though. I’ve seen what they turned Michael into.” “Fair point, well made.” “Don’t... Just don’t force yourself to not enjoy things because you’ve got a responsibility. You’re allowed to love things.” He thought of Mae, shouting at him for not giving up Asclepius. “Sure. Might want to tell the others that.” “Fuck the others.” She smiled, picking up her tea again. “Do what makes you happy and save the world.”

Getting one’s soul back

The hall was stiflingly hot. Sweat dripped down the small of his back and from his hairline. He resisted the urge to wipe it away, keeping his eyes cast down onto the floor in front of him. His knees ached from the kneeling on the uneven stone floor, his neck from looking down. The throne in front of him was still empty. He had lost count of how long he had been waiting.

There was a dreadful scraping noise as the door behind him was dragged open. Footsteps began to cross the floor, slowly. When he next dared to glance upwards, the demon was one the throne. It had thick black fur, matted and dense. The head of a great big bull, eyes filled with yellow malicious intelligence, horns curving upwards with a wicked point. A leg draped casually over one of the arms of the grey throne, ending in a hoof. The Minotaur tilted it’s head, surveying him.

“So, the time has come.” “Yes sire.” “Ten whole years.” “...” “And a chance for renegotiation.” Idly, it clicked a finger, sending something scurrying from the shadows, bleeding and pathetic, holding a pile of letters and papers. He flicked through until he found the page he was looking for. “So, what can you offer me for the return of your soul? Traditionally offerings have revolved around blood, memories, other people’s souls... But I’m a modernist. I’m open to more.” “With all due respect sire. I would not like to renegotiate. You can keep it.”

There was a long, long pause. “Well. You have surprised me. May I inquire to the reasons why?” “Frankly...” He considered, shifting on his knees, before the Minotaur impatiently gestured for him to stand up. “I’ve found it easier without it. Making all my decisions just about what feels physically good. It’s simple, but in a nice way.” The demon huffed a laugh, amused. “Well, maybe you humans are finally cottoning on to what we’ve known for millennia.” It adjusted the pile of papers. “So what will you give me to not return it?” “Wait, what?” “You’ve weaked your negotiating position. Now you have to work to continue enjoying your life. Go on. I’m listening.”

Distant thunder and the smell of rain

Her skin was drenched, covered in goosebumps and feeling electric. There was nothing like this, nothing at all. The awareness of her body, the burning of her hot blood, the feeling of skill. She hauled herself further up, feeling the edges of rugged rock cut into the pad of her feet, soil grinding underneath her nails. She could imagine all too much what it would feel like to fall, the splinter of bone and snap of muscle. The thrill, the risk sent shivers of more than cold up her spine.

Finally, Canyon made it to the top. There was a ridge, perfectly made for someone to sit, dangling their legs over the seemingly expanse below. It would be so easy to slip over and experience flying, just for a moment. She sat, careless, excited. And took a breath. Her hands fiddled with the nubs of horns beginning to appear as she meditated on the landscape, the occasionally flames jumping out, unbothered by the rain.

There were mists and darkness curling in the air, obscuring and revealing with each of the breaths of wind. If you closed your eyes, you could pretend or maybe just hear the wind telling you stories. She could hear it in Abyss’s voice, deep and echoing with the weight of past knowledge. Everything was so fragile. That’s what made everything so strong.

Her eyes were drawn to the horizon. The flashes of lightning, the deep deep rumbling of thunder you could feel in your bones. She wondered if the storm would ever make it here, whether she would ever stand in the rain and thunder and dance, letting the water wash everything that didn’t matter away.

She hoped so. She really did.

who is responsible for your thoughts

Melanie sat back in her chair and took a furtive glance around before putting her feet on her desk, stretching back. Today was a long shift. She couldn’t help but hear her mother’s childhood warnings about her eyes going square on days like this. Spending her entire shift looking at constantly updating monitors and making notes. They didn’t put this on the recruitment posters, the unglamorous side of being a GeneCo scientist.

On the screen, the clones lounged on the sofas in the central room. They stood out starkly, their white scrubs on the black cushions. On the next monitor, words scrolled, white on a black screen. Mostly, they were observations about the clones or the room or hunger or thirst. Occasionally, and these were the ones Melanie noted down, there were thoughts about deeper things. Emotion. Life. Their connections with the other clones.

Whenever there was a thought about way lay beyond the compound they were in, that’s when she idly pressed a button, wiping it off the screen. On the video feed, a clone would look briefly confused, but then carried on, a new string of thoughts beginning to scroll on the text monitor. This was how you trained them not to want more. Not to want to explore or change or see anything but the rooms they were surrounded by.

Melanie wasn’t particularly troubled by the ethical implications of her job. After all, it wasn’t like clones were real people. They were made for this, trained for this. They didn’t need their free thinking minds - they were never going to do anything with them anyway. It wasn’t their minds that was important. It was their organs.

The stolen painting/the last of it’s kind

The two girls sat in front of the painting, chins to hands, contemplating it in silence. “So what do we do with it?” Tess finally broke the silence, leaning back to look over at Zubeeda. “I’m not entirely sure. I honestly didn’t think we’d pull it off.” “What did you think would happen??” “Oh, I didn’t think we’d get arrested or anything like that. I just figured we’d end up tripping the security system and fleeing into the night, that sort of thing.” “Good to know you had faith in us.” Tess muttered, turning her attention back on the painting.

She wasn’t so sure what made it special. It was pretty, sure, a landscape of somewhere in Wales. There was a lake, and trees, and a sky filled with delicate clouds. But what made it different from the thousands of other pastoral landscapes that filled every art gallery she wasn’t sure. She didn’t really get art, as a general rule, and this was no exception.

It hadn’t even been particularly difficult to steal. In through the backdoor of some old guy’s house, all glass and chrome. His kitchen was probably worth more than Tess’s entire house, maybe even street. It made her feel a hell of a lot less guilty about looting him. She was confused by Zubeeda’s direction to ignore jewellery and watches and wallets though, heading straight for the unassuming painting hanging over the huge fireplace. But Tess had long gotten into the habit of listening to Zubeeda’s instincts and she wasn’t about to stop now.

She also hadn’t questioned it when Zubeeda had pulled several tubes of rolled up canvas from her bag and tossed it to the flames, watching the fire hungrily devour the fuel. After that they worked quickly, lifting the frame, removing the painting and carefully putting it inside a protective roll. “I think I know a guy.” Zubeeda stood, putting her silky black hair into a high pony tail. “And I had a tip off that this artist is super rare. His prices are about to go through the roof.”

#prose #prompts #larp #short stories

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