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So on January 26th yesterday, I looked into how the comics had Cass combat her disability in Dyslexia being not able to read and relate words vocally.
What worked, what didn't, and which era handled the progression better.
At the very core of her very first appearance in Batman #567 by Kelley Puckett and Damion Scott, Barbara Gordon is trying to help Cassandra overcome her disability. And it is her first words spoken that give her father David Cain pause.
Batgirl Vol. 1 #2 gives us the first look into how Cass really doesn't fully care about learning in either study instead focusing on her new vigilante life. That is until running into Robinson and learning WHY words and writing truly matter.
#5 has her run across a metahuman who has mental abilities and because of those rewires her brain to have the capacity to understand.
It's a cheap copout for sure. But it gives Cass a voice in her mind along with the capacity to speak better. Bad news? It screws up her abilities and how her mind was originally wired.
This leads into #6-9 basically being how Cass can get her ability to read body language and learn with the added bonus of her mind continuing to be the way it is. Enter Lady Shiva who gives her this, but at a price aka the crux of what will lead into Batgirl #25.
Batgirl Vol. 1 #20 written by Chuck Dixon (art still by Scott). Where Cass comes to a drop man who's murdered before he can deliver a ransom. Her lack of being able to read leads her to seek out--
-- one Stephanie Brown aka Spoiler. I think at this point the reason Cass went to Steph was that she was afraid Babs would lecture her on neglecting her reading lessons (which she would later on).
Tim Drake, she had just fully befriended (#18), but he was close to Babs. So Cass probably figured he accidentally let slip this and she'd be in trouble. Steph wouldn't she was on the outside from the Bat Family (at this time).
The issue does promise of Cass in attaining another reading teacher (which pays off in the most weirdest place, Convergence: Batgirl #1), but this plot point goes nowhere here. Cass/Steph's friendship would intensify for the next ten issues (#21, 26-28).
For the most part, we don't really get to see fully Cass try and fight her Dyslexia again until the Dylan Horrocks' run with #51 where we learn HOW Cass is expanding her word vocabulary via TV but neglecting on reading.
This bit reads its crux with the infamous #54 (i.e. the one that causes Cass/Babs to fracture away from one another).
In the issue, Cass has to deal with a killer robot that's taking out any place that has a copy of a book that has the codeword to shut it down. We learn during the fight, Cass has been neglecting her studies in reading. Again with the infamous page:
Now Horrocks did this because he was ordered to write Babs off this title (Birds of Prey, the comic Babs was primarily in would be eventually moving away from Gotham). It was the first of that would make the writer leave the comic (and DC Comics altogether).
Regardless again the way the case rattled Cass enough to think about it all and work back into trying to read.
If there was instant positive of writer Andersen Gabrych when he began his run. He made sure this was a reoccurring plot point THROUGHOUT his run starting with #58.
By giving Cass her own diary it enables her better way to try and combat her disability. Along with in the very same issue, Cass trying to actively read a book for the first time on page.
The diary motif would be a hallmark of Gabrych's entire run with the book. So I'm not gonna post every entry. But I think that's why I really loved those first few issues because he covered ALL corners with the character.
You saw it all.
Never once did Gabrych use behind the issues trick. This was a struggle for Cass. I think it better helped resonate the character with readers by doing so. It also went down an angle that was different than Puckett and felt like the better next step from what was built on prior.
Course Cass would still have her bad habits of being an avid TV watcher. So the balance of her trying and struggling was a nice touch.
This came to an ironic fully circle with #67 with Babs returning (for one issue) in the comic and the pair hashing out their differences and mending. But it also reveals a further reason why Babs really wants Cass to learn to read. Again, this is probably the best reason.
She knows Cass wants to be Bruce's heir and be Batman. She knows the only way to fully be that is to get fully conquer her disability. And for the second time in her ongoing we get a look in how Cass's brain was wired from her learning from her father and the metahuman.
And we get the clearest answer how Cass's brain truly operates and why the usual methods in overcoming her disability in reading.
That's the final gift Gabrych gave us.
A hope.
A small faint hope that maybe Cass could learn with whatever writer would take on the character next. The only thing is even he couldn't anticipate what was to come...
Batgirl was canceled with #73 and well the next time we saw Cass and how this disability was handled came in Robin #148.
Alright, before I go into this portion. Newly minted Robin writer (this was his first issue) Adam Beechen came into comics had zero idea of the character of Cassandra Cain, other than what he was told and found.
The DC Editors on Robin did not help him or assist him. They gave him an edict... and he did that edict without question. The result....
Was this INFAMOUS page from Robin #149. Cassandra Cain the character who had the disability of Dyslexia somehow was able to learn another entire language.
That's not even going with the OTHER problem Robin OYL gave us with Cass (but that's an entirely ANOTHER issue). Regardless after the story arc, Beechen (and DC) realized just how badly he screwed up.
Course, the entirety on HOW Cass was suddenly able to learn an entire language with how her brain understood information. Yeah, this was a plot thread nobody truly wanted to answer when the retcons began dropping after Cass's "EVIL" phase to fix it.
In fact, it was Beechen himself who addressed the issue in Batgirl Vol. 2 #1 amongst the CHUNKS of well exposition and history that was the mess DC made of the character from 2006-2007.
So all those issues Babs mentioned in #67? Cass and Alfred fixed them and for the entire MISSING YEAR Cass made great strides to overcome her disability. THAT'S how she was able to understand the Navajo language.
Look I get what Beechen was doing and I also get we were NEVER gonna get the missing stories to showcase that. But to see an entire character's journey in overcoming her disability fixed overnight?
Even with Beechen giving us a classmate in Sal (who's last name we NEVER learn, and is forgettable male love interest #3 for Cass) who gives us the promise of something we never get from the Vol. 1 ongoing. Because DC was gonna DC.
That's basically it for the original run for Cass. That it was a nice harrowing journey that had its bumps but the character was making great strides to be better. Then well the road bumps began to occur and yeah...
I'll give it to Beechen that he tried at the very least to fix the holes he himself caused. But... in the format given it's just crushing how this was fully handled in the end.
Sadly we got nothing more as DC really did a meh job for about five years? We did get this little nugget in Convergence: Batgirl #1 though (somehow connecting that line from waaaaaay back in Batgirl Vol. 1 #20)...
Which is shocking of all places for Cass trying to overcome her disability, Convergence: Batgirl #1 was not the place one ever would think to find that, but we had that surprisingly.
So when Cass was "reintroduced" into the DCU with Batman & Robin Eternal. A reset was in order and writers were allowed back to square one in how to deal with Cass handling her Dyslexia disability.
I will say this for James Tynion IV and Scott Snyder on how they handle putting a metahuman with mental abilities they just slot that character in #11 by introducing the Sculptor who basically fills the same void the meta in Batgirl Vol. 1 #5 did.
Much like the original metahuman, once this link is established Sculptor nopes her way out of the story and is never heard from again.
Which kind of surprises me, because it's something I figured Tynion would maybe address during his Detective Comics run (that had Cass in it) given how much in #11 and 12 establish the character and her origins.
But nope. Nothing further.
So yeah, after this we got James Tynion IV's Detective Comics run that had Cass in it starting from #934-981.
Not surprisingly, Tynion really handled the whole disability issue well than those in the past with the constraints he had. Even more so Juggling multiple characters in this book and going down a better avenue than his predecessors.
And that all begins with #953 with Clayface (Basil Karlo) trying to comfort Cass after learning her mom is Lady Shiva.
By doing this. Tynion lays the seeds on how he'll deal with the issue on Cass combating her disability while also cementing the hallmark of this run, Clayface's rehabilitation and friendship with Cass.
#958 we see Basil teaching Cass Shakespeare by playing audio and having her learn to read and increase her vocabulary via that.
It's probably the best thing Tynion did character-wise with Cass by briefly showing us this but fully giving us a more plausible method than prior on how to deal with her disability.
The fact that this hits throughout this arc (as Cass quotes Shakespeare at a good moment) and is carried over until the very end of his run when Cass meets Barbara in #981.
This version of Cass is actively trying to combat her Dyslexia more than her prior versions, and this Cass is actively doing a better job. Even though we don’t get much Babs teaching Cass (though they do work together in the next arc after this that sets up Batman & the Outsiders). But that run doesn’t dig into Cass’s progress instead going into other routes to touch on with the character.
Unlike what was carried over from Batgirl Vol. 1 to 2 (and between that) Cass has a more concrete subplot here. Where we can SEE and are TOLD of her progress.
That leads us into the current Batgirls ongoing. In #1. where this is a little bit lampshaded. As Cass uses a reading bag to combat criminals to retain stuff she/Steph had that was stolen.
A further bit of subplot is continued throughout and in #4 with Cass now ACTIVELY being a bookworm and reading works of Edgar Allen Poe.
Like it astonishes me that this element of the character has remained actually consistent from point A to B. But it's a nice contrast of things that creators at DC worked on better here than prior.
And no issue highlights that fight of Cass actively wanting to combat her dyslexia then "Sounds" from DC Festival of Heroes: The Asian Superhero Celebration #1 by Mariko Tamaki and Marcus To.
It's why Tamaki just fully GETS the character of Cass not in every corner of the character. Why many want the writer to handle the character again.
But Tamaki isn't the only one who did a good job in showcasing Cass fighting her disability and the one that does the best job is Shadow of the Batgirl graphic novel. Where writer Sarah Kuhn and artist Nicole Goux go both literally fighting her disability.
And her actively learning to read and increasing her vocabulary by hiding in the library was absolute perfection.
But it also is a nice avenue (and nod to the past) by focusing on a library since that's the location where Barbara Gordon teaches (and again a nice nod to that character's history too).
Quite literally...
That's another layer to why I adore that graphic novel. Just the layer of dimension to BOTH characters while it gives that nod to Babs, the story is clearly more Cass.
Again, Kuhn modernizes everything to perfection.
So there you have the history of Cass and her disability. And my final gift on this day (which has now passed) to celebrate the character of Cassandra Cain.
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Dammee and shower sex ???
Nervous? Fraidy cat? Shy?
You could be one or a combination of the three.
He wants you. He told you this many times. Too many to keep count. And you want him too. You both just had an intense make-out session on his couch and the way he pulled you over his lap…the way his hands snaked up your waist…how he would shift his hips beneath you to hide his erection…how he took his time to kiss you…
“I need a shower.”
You blurted that out and climbed off of him. His fingertips tried to secure your waist but you where already walking up the stairs to his condo, finding his bathroom with ease. You cracked the door and stood at his luxe sink. Your eyes scanned the bathroom. Black marble: it’s beautiful, it’s elegant, it’s visually arresting. If you’re looking to add a little luxury, and a little drama, to your new bathroom, then black marble is the right choice. You look at your reflection and began to undress.
All you need is a nice hot shower —not too hot —and you’ll be ready for whatever happens next. He has a corner steam shower which is impressive, something you’d never seen before. Naked, braids in a bun, you climb in and close the glass door behind you. He has wall mounted body washes so you chose a coconut and vanilla scented one. You grab a folded African exfoliating sponge and lather it up. As you scrub your body, you can’t explain why the nervous feeling in your stomach wouldn’t go away.
After rinsing your body, you hear the glass shower door slide open and when you look over your shoulder, Damion is standing there, a black cotton towel wrapped loosely around his tapered waistline. You can’t hide, you’re exposed for him to see. Damion drinks you in slowly. You wait for him to speak, heart hammering in your chest. This wasn’t what you were expecting. But you can’t deny that it’s what you want. If it had to be in the shower, so be it.
Damion removed his towel with one hand and your eyes fell like a moth to a flame directly on his dick. You couldn’t tell because of how thick and fluffy the towel was, but he is hard and leaking pre-cum. And you thought the veins in his arms were intimidating. It’s nothing compared to the veins engorged beneath the sepia flesh of his thick shaft. This man is big everywhere. The V-cut to thigh ratio had you bracing yourself against the shower wall. His skin was flawless; unblemished. The gold chain around his neck with a circular pendant sat between his pecs.
“Hi.” He said, stepping into the shower and sliding the door gently shut behind him.
“Hi.” You respond.
He crowds you, your back hitting the shower wall. You’re looking up at him through your lashes, and he’s looking down at you with no intention of letting you out of his sight.
“I figured I could use a shower too. You don’t mind, do you?”
His deep voice sent shivers up your spine despite the heat of the filtered water.
“N–no.”
Your eyes drop to his chest. Beads of water covered his skin like splattered paint on a canvas. It was beautiful.
“Love,” Damion tilted your chin, “I’m tired of waiting.”
Your eyelids flutter and your lips part.
“…Can I have you?”
He planted his hands on the wall on either side of your head. Dipping his head lower, he started kissing your neck. Your head falls to the side to give him better access.
“Is that a yes?”
You nod your head.
“Words, baby girl.”
“Yes.”
Damion crashed his lips onto yours and as you kissed his hands explores. He’s squeezing your breasts, cuffing your ass, and fingering your pussy. Impatient, Damion brings one of your legs up, gets down on his knees, and starts eating your pussy. You brace yourself on a railing in the shower, afraid you’d fall from this awkward position. Damion had you and you were able to enjoy the pleasure he was giving you. Water fell over his body and it didn’t stop him from devouring you. He forced your thigh back and it smacked into the shower wall.
“Dame!” You moaned his name.
Your braids had fallen out of its bun at this point. You were about to climax in his mouth. With one final cry, you release into his mouth and he hums with approval.
“Good girl that’s what I like,” Damion is back on his feet now, “You know what else I like?”
“What’s that?”
You’re trying to catch your breath and him sucking on your nipples back and forth wasn’t helping. He finally stopped to look at you. You break eye contact to stare at his dick that keeps poking you in the thigh from it bouncing.
“I can’t help it,” Damion smiles at you.
You wrap your hands around his girth and Damion groans. He groaned like he’d waited his entire life for you to do that. Without a word, you’re on your knees, kissing his tip while stroking his shaft. It’s not like you hadn’t sucked dick before, you just hadn’t done it in a long time.
“Show me how you suck dick, baby,” Damion commanded.
One hand stroking, the other full of nuts, you suck him off and make sure it’s sloppy. Damion’s hands are on the wall and he’s looking down at you. He’s coaching you, talking nasty about how pretty you look with a big dick in your mouth. He says he likes the sounds your throat makes when you try to fit it all in. He says your hand is soft cradling his balls. He couldn’t wait to cum in your mouth.
“Fuuuck, baby,” Damion has one hand in your braids, gripping it tightly in his fist, “Damn.”
First time in a while tasting cum and it was great.
“C’mere,” Damion brings you to your feet and tongues you down, “Now, I’m taking that pussy. I’ve been waiting for this shit.”
He picks you up and while staring you in the eyes he finds your opening and glides himself in with his hips. You open up for him, sure, but it wasn’t easy. Damion can feel your legs tightening so he hooked his arms under your knees firmly and locked you in place. There is a ledge on the shower wall that Damion placed you on and before your ass could touch the ledge he was pumping his hips to feed your pussy hard dick.
“Unh! Dame! Wait! Wait,” you push at his chest, “Oh my god—”
You can’t believe how wet you are. You can’t believe how BIG he is.
“Keep that pussy open,” Damion said.
He had enough of you moving. He picks you up and worked his dick in and out of you with nowhere to run. The collision of your skin-to-skin contact bounced off of the walls. Damion fucked you like he’d been waiting his entire life for this moment. Like he lost sleep over the thought of fucking you. All of his wants and needs were being fed. And he was a glutton.
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Is it bad I like this little bastard?
Like I know he's a villain but-
- Same name as Marcus from Digimon (in Japan- both have the name Masaru Damion). I like Marcus.
- Shonen protag aesthetic. I like shonen protag aesthetic.
- There are way worse members of the Warriors of Hope. Put this kid next to Monaca (who- on top of typical Junko crimes- faked having a disability to get people to like her) and he's a yappy puppy.
- His title is the Hero. C'mon. This character was genetically engineered for me to like him even though he's a villain.
- "But what about like the beginning when he was playing with a dead body and-" No. Shut up. Don't make me feel bad.
- "Other characters exist." Like Makoto and Shuichi? I like them too. But there's only one shonen boy in DR and...
- "Komaeda exists." L E A V E
#masaru daimon#Danganronpa#danganronpa ultra despair girls#warriors of hope#problematic fave#dead body mention#whatever the fuck pretending to be disabled is tw#this is such a dumb post#i just remembered him and wanted to make an appreciation post#this is the best i could manage because problematic fave#i think he's the only actual problematic fave i have
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Roses and Thorns part 2
I know it’s been only like two seconds and I haven’t got a response but I had another idea so fuck it let’s go
Fair warning: pet whump, brief mention of nudity, defiant whumpee and conditioned/obedient whumpee combo again, dehumanizing “it”, kind restraints trigger a flashback to unkind restraints, whumpee forced to side with whumper, waterboarding
“Ardal, please,” Darius, the new carer of these “rehomed pets”, sighed as the feistier of the two stubbornly stayed put on the couch. “You NEED a bath.”
“For what?” Ardal defied, “so you can see my naked body?”
“Ardal, your hair is a rat’s nest.” The blond’s hair was caked in mud, and left piles of dust wherever he laid his head. “You need to be clean, it’s good for you. At least let me wash your hair.”
“Fuck you, I’m not getting in that water.” Ardal stuck to his guns, absolutely not moving, even sinking further into his spot on the couch.
“Beatrice took a shower like I asked her to, why ca-”
“I know, why can’t I be like Beatrice, Beatrice is always so well-behaved, why can’t you be a good little pet!” The vitriol in Ardal’s voice was palpable.
Darius sighed. “You know I don’t mean it like that.”
“Why don’t you shut the fuck up?” Ardal snarked. “I’ve told you before, I’m not gonna break for you. No matter what you throw at me, I’ll never give you what you want.”
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Ardal didn’t know how, but that prick Darius had managed to wrestle him into the bathroom. Ardal’s wrists were being held by the other, who made gentle “Tshhhh, tshhh, tshh” sounds in response to Ardal’s screaming of “NO! NO! GET BACK, FUCKER!”
That ardent defiance slipped into panic as he saw Beatrice holding the water cup above his head. The defiant screams turned to frantic cries for mercy as the water was gently poured over his hair, Beatrice being careful to avoid the face. His cries grew softer and more frightened and turned to pleas as the water trickled down his hair and neck. The shushing sounds Darius made were met with tears and squeaks of sentences.
Beatrice grabbed the nice-smelling shampoo - lavender, with the bottle having the flower printed on the label - and squeezed it into her palm. She rubbed it between her hands and then used both hands to scrub deep into Ardal’s blond locks. What seemed to be years of dirt and grime came off with the lather on her hands. She rinsed them and began working again, into his scalp, into the ends, into the bits around his temples, and into the back of his neck. Ardal was almost soothed by the swirling scratching motions of her fingers, relaxing deeply into the massaging of the back of his neck. Then came the second rinse. Beatrice put her hand on Ardal’s forehead, acting as a shield for his eyes from the soapy water. Even then, Ardal still shook at the feeling of the liquid running over his head, again and again this time. Darius held his hands still, adding a “hey, it’s okay” to his shushing routine.
A towel was wrapped around the length of now-wet-and-clean hair, twisted to make an almost-hat. Ardal watched as the mucky water swirled down the drain in a little tornado. How dare the new master put him in a position like that? Most of all, how dare Ardal be weak enough to succumb to it? How dare he cry and plead and beg for mercy when mercy was never made for him? How dare he let himself be broken so much by something like a bath? He swore he would never break for Darius, and yet he stumbled at the first hurdle. Ardal felt the shame and anger well up inside him.
“See?” Beatrice’s voice pulled him out of his self-hating draining-water-induced trance, “It’s not that bad!”
Ardal couldn’t even bring himself to raise his voice. “Shut up.”
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“Stay fucking Still, Ardie!” Damion scolded, holding the pet’s wrists.
Terrified muffled screams could be heard from under the wet cloth as Tris dipped the bucket into the water for another go. It watched the other pet’s chest twitch as shallow, rapid breaths came and went. There wasn’t much to breathe in except water, unfortunately, and another shower was poured over the pet’s face.
Ardie knew the rules, the most important of which being never lie to your master. It was the one rule that was easiest not to break, and yet, the pet broke it. As much as Tris hated being part of the punishment, it knew that much worse was coming if orders were disobeyed. Tris dipped the bucket again, not knowing whether those sounds were sobs or Ardie coughing up water. Ardie fought to pry its wrists free, and every time, Damion asked for another bucket of water to be poured.
After a while, exhaustion took over, and Ardie stopped fighting. After the last bucket, Damion ordered for the cloth to be removed. Tris saw the pain and the hatred in the other’s face, and when the pet opened its eyes, Tris muttered a worried “sorry”.
#whump writing#pet whump#defiant whumpee#obedient whumpee#conditioned whumpee#caretaker new master#whumpee forced to whump
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Honestly, I Am Not Doing Great…
Not one for airing out what’s going on in my life, but realistically it’s eating me up knowing damn well that I have no clue why I became a scapegoat for my Dad’s side of the family. I can’t seem to really to talk to anyone right now - everyone has their own sh*t to deal with - so I’m just left with these thoughts and I need to get them out so they can be gone.
My Dad and his side of the family came back into my life two and a bit years ago and passed away a few months ago, I never understood why they left but alas, family is family - I welcomed them back with no grudges. I’m skimming over the whole of our relationship because it just is a load of he said and she said. Honestly, whole heartedly, none of it down to me or on me. I have no guilt or regret.
But in my Dad’s passing, for some reason I’ve been absolutely shut out. I was asked to not speak my whole truth at the funeral, and I obliged, because, after all, me and my dad were on the best of terms when he passed. I asked about his ashes and if they were being buried, to which I was told they’re going home with his partner - so I asked if I could have some… to which I was told no, and I just didn’t push because I knew it wasn’t the time. I asked if I could have *something* just to remember him by, and I was given NOTHING. I have no where to go remember him, nothing to remember him by. Just the very few memories of us getting lunch or a coffee. The morning after the funeral, my grandmother (his mum) and his partner rang me and basically tried to gaslight me by saying I was at the funeral saying things about my Dad that simply just weren’t true; and the joke is I wouldn’t need to lie even if I wanted to paint that side of the family in a bad light. But nothing was said to anyone, and I’ve basically been cut off from everyone in the family. About a week or two later, my grandmother took every picture of me from her house and posted them to my mum’s as if to say that I don’t exist. The joke, it didn’t even hurt. The worst of the damage was already done.
I’d only just got my Dad back and we were working through some pretty heavy things. I’m devastated that we didn’t get more time but so, so blessed that we had the opportunity to make up for that lost time. I’m gutted everyone else has taken the opportunity to drop out my life as well, but same time, it’s business as usual.
So when you see me and you’re wondering how I’m coping, or why I haven’t been the mourning daughter that you are expecting - or even when there’s family things going on and I’m not there; you can know why. I’m simply just not allowed to be Damion Wood’s first born, his daughter or anything to do with his family. It’s a mess, but we move. And that’s how I’m doing.
Love you Dad 🤍💖
Thank you for apologising, thank you for having those tough talks and for just doing whatever you could to make sure we had moments together. I wish we had more than the time we got, but I am so lucky to have had them same way. Don’t worry about me because you truly left me in capable hands, and I promise I’ll do my best to make you and my Mum proud. I love you, I always did and I always will. Until we meet again Daddio 💖
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Chapter 2
“Who were you after?” Damion puts his hands on the table, trying to be calm around The Assassin.
“I don’t know,” The Assassin says, knocking over the water he was given, “let me out and I’ll tell you who hired me.”
“Or tell me now and don’t get your head beaten in,” Damion grunts, grabbing his sword and putting it on the table. He lights a cigarette, smoke filling the air.
“Those things kill you,” The Assassin mumbles as if trying to keep Damion from hearing.
“What did you say?” Damion slams his hands back onto the table and grabs The Assassin by the shirt collar.
“Damion…” I begin, not knowing what to say next.
“Frosty now, aren’t you! You’re a big, strong, angry prince who wants to protect his lover, aren’t ya? Y’know, that whole act won’t make her love you.” The Assassin smiles a cheeky, evil smile, “Her type’s probably not deer, anyways, is it, Your Highness?”
Damion drops him and punches him in the face, angrily. His smile doesn’t drop, it gets bigger instead, as if he wanted this. “If attempting insults at me is how you fight, then you’re probably a fake.”
“Ohhhh, you got me! You’ll let me go now, right, big strong man! Oh, and if you wanna see my files, it’s Therion Fjelsor. T h e r-“ Damion slaps him.
“Shut your mouth, Therion’s dead. I watched his home burn down. We all know he’s dead.”
“So you could have saved them, then. You could have kept my sisters from dying, couldn’t you? You just didn’t want to. You piece of… actually, this could work. This could work, Dami.”
“I will not tolerate this childish behavior. I found the house almost burnt down, with multiple skeletons inside. We all know everyone there died. Therion. Is not. Alive.”
“I don’t think he’s lying, Dami,” I put my hand on his shoulder and lay my cane against the table. Damion pulls up a seat so I can sit down. “Why were you after me, Therion?”
“Well, My Liege,” he gives a rude look at Damion and then smiles again, “I was hired. There’s this group, this cult, and they hired me to go after many different people. Borelius’ parents, your mother, the attack on Borelius failed, but.. well, you know about the plague. Yeah, that was me, princess! And I almost did it to you, couldn’t, and turned myself in. You’re a sweet girl, you’re lucky.”
“Can you help us find the cult?”
“If you’d let me go, yep!”
I look to Damion, and he takes off Therion’s handcuffs. Therion gets up and promptly hugs Damion, smiling at him. He sits on top of the table, scoots to the side I’m on, and pokes my nose. Damion grabs his arm and flips him off the table.
“Damion, no,” I stare at him. He doesn’t seem angry or upset, but, somehow, he seems scared. Scared for me? For himself? Therion doesn’t seem too harmful, he seems to just be sarcastic and rude.
“Yeah, Damion. No! Bad deer!” He grabs Damion's antlers and Damion shoves him out of the way. Now Damion looks angry.
“Do not touch me, Assassin,” Damion picks his sword back up and holds it at his side, protectively.
“Aw, scared of my name, Dami Deer?”
“Speak another word and I will cut your arm off.
“Calm down the both of you, everything’s fine. You two are going to need to be nice, alright?” I grab my cane and pull myself up. Hatred is what got us here, what happened with my father is what got us here. We don’t need that again, my country would simply fall.
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Holidays 9.27
Holidays
Ancestor Appreciation Day (a.k.a. Honor Your Ancestors Day)
Answering Machine Day
Battle of Boquerón Day (Paraguay)
Book Matches Day
Corned Beef Hash Day
Crush A Can Day
French Community Day (Belgium)
Fun and Fancy Free Day
GNU Day
Google Commemoration Day
Lendemain du Magal de Touba (Sénégal)
Morning Show Hosts Day
National AJ Day
National Day of Forgiveness
National Gay Men's HIV/AIDS Awareness Day
National Prescription Take-Back Day
National Scarf Day
Polish Underground State’s Day (Poland)
Shut Up and Let Somebody Else Talk Day
World Tourism Day (UN)
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Chocolate Milk Day
National Corned Beef Hash Day
Saloon Day
Tabasco Sauce Day
4th & Last Tuesday in September
National Voter Registration Day [4th Tuesday]
National Woman Road Warrior Day [4th Tuesday]
Independence Days
Consumación de la Independencia (End of Independence War; Mexico)
Independence Day (Mexico; Date Consummated, 1821)
Independence Day (Turkmenistan; from USSR, 1991)
Feast Days
Adheritus (Christian; Saint)
Caius of Milan (Christian; Saint)
Cosmas and Damian (Christian; Martyrs)
Elzear, Count of Arian, and Delphina, his wife (Christian; Saints)
Feast of Mashiyyat (Baha’i)
Festival of Namakungwe (The Originator; Zambia)
Festival of Varuni (Goddess of Wine; India)
Hieronymous Bosch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Insult a Narcissist Day (Pastafarian)
Meskel Day (a.k.a. Finding of the True Cross; Eritrea, Ethiopia)
Mookie (Muppetism)
Rosh Hashanah, Day 3 (Ends at Sundown)
Sesage (Positivist; Saint)
Vincent de Paul (Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]
Premieres
Abominable (Animated Film; 2019)
The Affair, 16th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2011)
Bananaphone, by Raffi (Album; 1994)
Cracker 9UK TV Series; 1993)
Dolly! (TV Series; 1976)
Don’t Stand So Close to Me, by the Police (Song; 1980)
Elementary (TV Series; 2012)
The Fever Code, by James Dashner (Novel; 2016) [Maze Runner #5]
Fun and Fancy Free (Animated Disney Film; 1947)
The Last King of Scotland (Film; 2006)
Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder (Novel; 1935)
Memphis Blues, by W.C. Handy (Song; 1912)
Monster, by R.E.M. (Album; 1994)
New Jersey, by Bon Jovi (Album; 1988)
Rush (Film; 2013)
Silent Spring (Book; 1962)
Sweet Home Alabama (Film; 2002)
Thanks for the Memory, by Bob Hope (Song; 1938)
The Tonight Show (TV Talk Show; 1954)
Under the Table and Framing, by The Dave Matthews Band (Album; 1994)
We Didn’t Start the Fore, by Billy Joel (Song; 1989)
Today’s Name Days
Vinzenz (Austria)
Berislav, Gaj, Vincent, Vinko, Vinko (Croatia)
Jonáš (Czech Republic)
Cosmus (Denmark)
Elo, Loone, Õrne (Estonia)
Vesa (Finland)
Vincent (France)
Dietrich, Hiltrud, Vinzenz (Germany)
Akylini, Epicharis, Kallistratos, Zenon, Zinon (Greece)
Adalbert (Hungary)
Cosma, Damiano, Vincenzo (Italy)
Ādolfs, Ilgonis, Ronalds (Latvia)
Adalbertas, Damijonas, Daugilė, Kęsgailė, Kovaldas (Lithuania)
Dagmar, Dagrun (Norway)
Amadeusz, Amedeusz, Damian, Kosma, Przedbor, Urban (Poland)
Cyprián (Slovakia)
Vicente (Spain)
Dagmar, Rigmor (Sweden)
Cosima, Cosimo, Cosmo, Damian, Damiana, Damien, Damion, Damon (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 270 of 2022; 95 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 2 of week 39 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 25 of 28]
Chinese: Month 9 (Júyuè), Day 2 (Gui-Wei)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 2 Tishri 5783
Islamic: 1 Rabi I 1444
J Cal: 30 Aki; Eightday [30 of 30]
Julian: 14 September 2022
Moon: 4%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 18 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Lesage]
Runic Half Month: Gyfu (Gift) [Day 2 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 5 of 90)
Zodiac: Libra (Day 3 of 30)
Calendar Changes
Rabīʿ al-ʾAwwal (a.k.a. Rabi I; Islamic Calendar) [Month 3 of 12]
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Holidays
Ancestor Appreciation Day (a.k.a. Honor Your Ancestors Day)
Answering Machine Day
Battle of Boquerón Day (Paraguay)
Book Matches Day
Corned Beef Hash Day
Crush A Can Day
French Community Day (Belgium)
Fun and Fancy Free Day
GNU Day
Google Commemoration Day
Lendemain du Magal de Touba (Sénégal)
Morning Show Hosts Day
National AJ Day
National Day of Forgiveness
National Gay Men's HIV/AIDS Awareness Day
National Prescription Take-Back Day
National Scarf Day
Polish Underground State’s Day (Poland)
Shut Up and Let Somebody Else Talk Day
World Tourism Day (UN)
Food & Drink Celebrations
National Chocolate Milk Day
National Corned Beef Hash Day
Saloon Day
Tabasco Sauce Day
4th & Last Tuesday in September
National Voter Registration Day [4th Tuesday]
National Woman Road Warrior Day [4th Tuesday]
Independence Days
Consumación de la Independencia (End of Independence War; Mexico)
Independence Day (Mexico; Date Consummated, 1821)
Independence Day (Turkmenistan; from USSR, 1991)
Feast Days
Adheritus (Christian; Saint)
Caius of Milan (Christian; Saint)
Cosmas and Damian (Christian; Martyrs)
Elzear, Count of Arian, and Delphina, his wife (Christian; Saints)
Feast of Mashiyyat (Baha’i)
Festival of Namakungwe (The Originator; Zambia)
Festival of Varuni (Goddess of Wine; India)
Hieronymous Bosch Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)
Insult a Narcissist Day (Pastafarian)
Meskel Day (a.k.a. Finding of the True Cross; Eritrea, Ethiopia)
Mookie (Muppetism)
Rosh Hashanah, Day 3 (Ends at Sundown)
Sesage (Positivist; Saint)
Vincent de Paul (Christian; Saint)
Lucky & Unlucky Days
Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]
Premieres
Abominable (Animated Film; 2019)
The Affair, 16th Jack Reacher book, by Lee Child (Novel; 2011)
Bananaphone, by Raffi (Album; 1994)
Cracker 9UK TV Series; 1993)
Dolly! (TV Series; 1976)
Don’t Stand So Close to Me, by the Police (Song; 1980)
Elementary (TV Series; 2012)
The Fever Code, by James Dashner (Novel; 2016) [Maze Runner #5]
Fun and Fancy Free (Animated Disney Film; 1947)
The Last King of Scotland (Film; 2006)
Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder (Novel; 1935)
Memphis Blues, by W.C. Handy (Song; 1912)
Monster, by R.E.M. (Album; 1994)
New Jersey, by Bon Jovi (Album; 1988)
Rush (Film; 2013)
Silent Spring (Book; 1962)
Sweet Home Alabama (Film; 2002)
Thanks for the Memory, by Bob Hope (Song; 1938)
The Tonight Show (TV Talk Show; 1954)
Under the Table and Framing, by The Dave Matthews Band (Album; 1994)
We Didn’t Start the Fore, by Billy Joel (Song; 1989)
Today’s Name Days
Vinzenz (Austria)
Berislav, Gaj, Vincent, Vinko, Vinko (Croatia)
Jonáš (Czech Republic)
Cosmus (Denmark)
Elo, Loone, Õrne (Estonia)
Vesa (Finland)
Vincent (France)
Dietrich, Hiltrud, Vinzenz (Germany)
Akylini, Epicharis, Kallistratos, Zenon, Zinon (Greece)
Adalbert (Hungary)
Cosma, Damiano, Vincenzo (Italy)
Ādolfs, Ilgonis, Ronalds (Latvia)
Adalbertas, Damijonas, Daugilė, Kęsgailė, Kovaldas (Lithuania)
Dagmar, Dagrun (Norway)
Amadeusz, Amedeusz, Damian, Kosma, Przedbor, Urban (Poland)
Cyprián (Slovakia)
Vicente (Spain)
Dagmar, Rigmor (Sweden)
Cosima, Cosimo, Cosmo, Damian, Damiana, Damien, Damion, Damon (USA)
Today is Also…
Day of Year: Day 270 of 2022; 95 days remaining in the year
ISO: Day 2 of week 39 of 2022
Celtic Tree Calendar: Muin (Vine) [Day 25 of 28]
Chinese: Month 9 (Júyuè), Day 2 (Gui-Wei)
Chinese Year of the: Tiger (until January 22, 2023)
Hebrew: 2 Tishri 5783
Islamic: 1 Rabi I 1444
J Cal: 30 Aki; Eightday [30 of 30]
Julian: 14 September 2022
Moon: 4%: Waxing Crescent
Positivist: 18 Shakespeare (10th Month) [Lesage]
Runic Half Month: Gyfu (Gift) [Day 2 of 15]
Season: Autumn (Day 5 of 90)
Zodiac: Libra (Day 3 of 30)
Calendar Changes
Rabīʿ al-ʾAwwal (a.k.a. Rabi I; Islamic Calendar) [Month 3 of 12]
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I’ll take my payment at the door for this
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I will literally never get over Maneskin
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That ask about Dame and Adonis eating you out at the same time is so 🤤 imagine one day they got into an argument on who does it the best and who’s better to ask than you right? The problem is you can’t decide so they lay you down on the bed taking turns eating you out back to back (but not without them shoving each other out of the way when one thinks the other is being greedy)
“Donnie,” Damion folds his arms, his muscles flexing, “you know I put it down better. Who had her running last time when I was eating the kat? Me,” Damion boasted, “It’s always been me.”
Adonis stood across from Damion, eyes sharp as he stared him down.
“Nothing to say, Donnie? You had so much to say earlier,” Damion laughed, “if we’re being honest, I put my name on that pussy with my tongue. Shit is mines, I’m just being nice and lettin’ you have a taste.”
“You done?” Adonis walked over to Damion with a bop in his step like he wanted to square up, “Because if I’m not mistaken, wasn’t it me that had her crying when I was tongue deep in that pussy?”
Damion clenched his jaw and gave Adonis a sly smirk.
“Hmm, you remember that, right? She squirted allllllllll over me,” Adonis lowered his voice dangerously, “And then I flipped her over and ate it from the back. She was begging for me to keep going that night, not once did she call for you.”
Damion waved Adonis away and turned to finish his drink. Adonis was still in his ear taunting him.
“Donnie, Donnie, please don’t stop,”
Damion cut his eyes at Adonis.
“Mmhm, yeah…and I didn’t stop.”
Damion shoulder checked Adonis while walking away. Adonis laughs, rolling his shoulder before picking up his own drink to finish.
“Check this out, bruh, How about we go ask her and see what she says? Ain’t no use in arguing about it. Only way we’ll know is if we ask the lady herself.”
Adonis mulled it over, arching a single brow while deep in thought.
“Aye,” Damion took his place next to Adonis in their man cave, “All we gotta do is ask. I already know what she’ll say, but if it’ll pick your bruised ego up off the floor, why not?”
“Shut the fuck up,” Adonis shakes his head, knocking back the last drop of Hennessy, “Bet. We ask her. Ain’t no way she’ll say you. After the morning head I gave her, she’ll be thinking about me and only be, BRUH.”
“Let’s go then,” Damion pat Adonis on his back roughly, “Put that glass down. She right upstairs taking a bubble bath.”
“I know where she is, nigga.”
Both men stroll out of the basement and climb the stairs two at a time. They would shove each other as they ascended the stairs to the master bathroom, trying to be the first to enter like it was some kind of race. As they entered their room, they could see straight into the bathroom and there she was, sitting in the jacuzzi tub with bubbles covering her body from the chest down. She had one leg draped over the side of the tub and she was nursing a glass of red wine in her hand. Adonis and Damion shoved into the bathroom at the same time and she looked up at them both, confusion written all over her face.
“Hey,” She sat up, breasts coming out of hiding and looking delectable covered in soap and water, “Everything okay?”
Adonis was spaced out, staring at her breasts with his mouth hanging open. Damion tapped him on the chest and he came back to the present.
“It’s all good, just came to get your opinion on something me and Adonis were debating about,” Damion’s eyes fell to her chest as well and then he looked up at her face, “Ain’t that right, D?”
“Yeah. We need to ask you a question, baby girl. You can be honest with us, okay? No need to lie.”
She scrunched her face, “What would I need to lie about?”
Adonis and Damion shared a look with each other. Damion has his arms crossed, rocking back and forth on his heels and Adonis has his hands in the pockets of his black joggers, shoulder shrugged.
“Fuck it,” Adonis blurted out, “Which one of us eat your pussy the best? Dame? or me?”
She looked from Adonis to Damion before bursting into a fit of giggles.
“What?! You serious?” She sat up in the tub.
“Yeah,” Damion said with a straight face, “Dead serious.”
“Just tell us,” Adonis said, “Which one of us takes the title as best pussy eater?”
The smile on her face disappeared when she realized both of them were deadly serious. Now, she was avoiding their eyes, mouth tightly sealed.
“Baby girl?” Damion said.
“Princess?” Adonis said.
She gave them a nervous shrug, “I—I don’t know. I mean…I—Damion you’re—Adonis you—”
Damion and Adonis glance at each other, seemingly impatient.
“Baby,” Adonis cocks his head to the side, “We both know the answer.”
“No, no. She knows what time it is, ain’t that right, beautiful?” Damion said.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Adonis blew out his breath and Damion threw his hands up.
“She’s just tryna be nice.” Damion said.
“Listen,” She finally spoke, “I really can’t answer that.”
“Why?” They both said in unison.
“I—I just,” She seemed to cower beneath their fierce gazes, “I can’t chose.”
Damion twisted his lips, stroking his stubble. Adonis scratched the back of his head, cutting his eyes at Damion. Damion felt his eyes on him and the moment they looked at each other, a light bulb seemed to go off.
“Well…why don’t we help you out?” Adonis nudged.
She looked up from her place in the tub at Adonis, then her eyes slowly landed on Damion who was staring at her.
“I don’t see why not. Maybe you need us to eat you out now to give you more of a perspective.”
She gripped the edge of the tub firmly.
“What do you think?” Adonis questioned.
“Nah, she want it. Look at her,” Damion smirks, “She making that little pouty face that she usually do when she horny.”
Adonis gave her a dimpled smile, “She definitely is,” he looked her up and down, “Grab her towel and I’ll help her out of the tub.”
Damion turned to grab her towel and Adonis walked up to the tub. She held her hands up and he picked her up swiftly, soapy water splashing and some of it landing in his body. He placed her on her feet and then he dragged his eyes up and down her glistening frame. The soap was rolling down her body and that pussy that he loved to taste was smooth and phat between her thighs.
Damion walked up to her and started drying her off. While he was focused on doing that, Adonis started kissing her neck, and then his hand ended up between her thighs to feel her pussy. Damion noticed and chuckled before shoving his hand out of the way. She was just standing there, looking at the both of them, trying to internally prepare herself for what these two men had in store for her. After Damion threw her over his shoulder, Adonis slapped her on the ass and followed behind them and into the bed room.
They didn’t even waste time, she was on her back in the middle of the bed and both of them were taking off their white beaters. Shirtless, chiseled, and looking undeniably sexy, both men crawled onto the bed and took their place at each side of her. Adonis had one thigh and Damion the other.
“Don’t hold back either,” Damion teased.
“Oh, I don’t plan on it. Less talk and more action.”
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Happy Birthday, Ganesh: Obey Me OC
The halls were alive and many people came to offer prayers to the God of New Beginnings, Success and Wisdom, and Remover of Obstacles.
Hues of red, yellow and orange decorated the streets and every house and Shrine in the vicinity.
Burnished gold eyes swept over the large crowds, "Mom. Dad. Do I have to? Those girls keep flirting with me... it's creepy!"
Esshra huffed, "Oh shut up big brother. At least Kartik and I won't have to keep you in line!"
Parvati laughed. "Your sister has a point, dear."
Shiva sighed, his only daughter was just as chaotic as Kali sometimes. "Esshra, when are your friends coming?"
Just then the doorbell rang. "Probably them. Apart from Lucifer, Levi and Satan, the others are 10 times more chaotic than I am, dad..." she playfully stuck her tongue out at him.
He pulled a face. "How the heck did she know I called her chaotic?"
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The seven avatars stepped in, along with Damion. Sure, things were tense between himself and Shiva but at least this was a formality for him to show that demons can work with others.
Esshra was hugging the seven and stopped short, unsure of how to greet him.... after all, the bond of father-in-law and daughter-in-law was no longer valid.
"Um...."
Damion cupped her cheek, "It's all right. You're a strong young lady.... you deserve better than my worthless son..."
"Please don't call him that. Mistakes were made, all we can do is learn from them," she smiled and nodded.
Damion often wondered where she found such strength and wisdom, considering she'd been raised by humans.
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Deus stepped in to the house as well, greeted by Esshra.
She'd offered the guests a variety of sweets, savories and refreshments, with Beelzebub asking for more Lassi.
Michael decided to ask her where Mammon was, but was denied an answer.
"He's chaotic as it is, and I can tell you're the worse one...."
Lucifer just smirked, this mini goddess just roasted him.
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Asmodeus was taking videos of literally everything and everyone, from Esshra greeting everyone at the doors, to having them seated with her family, to her offering sweets and refreshments.... the works....and posted them onto Devilgram.
Simeon, Luke and Solomon were also invited, and Luke was asking Durga about some sweets, while Kartik was blocking the entrance to the kitchen from Solomon.
His cold, hard glare was enough for the sorcerer to back down.
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Damion had his eyes on Esshra the entire time he was at the function. Shiva cleared his throat. "Damion. What are you thinking?"
"Nothing. I simply wish I had a daughter rather than a son," he sighed. "But fate has it's own ideas, right?"
"You spoke to her for two seconds and already sound like her," Shiva sat across him. "I saw the whole thing."
"Well....I could be wrong but...it seems Ganesh has rubbed off on her...."
"More like Kartik and Kali have," Shiva snorted.
"Nah. You're destructive....I'm surprised she's so calm..."
"Mm. So...hopefully things will settle down soon..." Shiva had his gaze trained on Lucifer's demeanor.
He knew that first-born was smitten.
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Deus had noticed Lucifer being so calm around the young woman, his pride buried somewhere else.
"Lucifer. I see you've...." blue-gray eyes flickered over towards her, then back to his former child.
Lucifer let out a low growl, "Leave me alone. You couldn't bear to see my sister happy. You had the seven of us thrown out, and even cursed us..."
"Gentlemen...." Her voice, though soft, was firm. "Please stop arguing...." turning to Deus, she looked at him dead in the eyes, "....Please stop torturing these boys. They've been kind to me for the longest time....I'm indebted to them..."
Deus smiled, "I know, dear. I've always known."
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Meanwhile, Diavolo was left watching his Devilgram.
Everyone looked relaxed....but one person caught his eye. Esshra.
Simply dressed in a champagne gold lehenga with blood red borders, she was every bit of a goddess she was born as, if not, even more beautiful and graceful.
Regret filled his entire being, yet when he saw her smiling at his right hand man, envy flooded him....but she seemed happy.....
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Several chants were heard through the vicinity of the area, and people bowed their heads in respect as they awaited his arrival.
An elephant's trumpet resounded through the air, Ganesh in front of it.
A silent nod to whoever came up to him, a few words of wisdom to whoever asked of him.
Looking at his family, he nodded, placing a hand over his sister's head. "A new beginning for you, and I pray you will not face any more obstacles. You have tied the rakhee on my wrist, and this is what I give to you in return."
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Esshra hugged him, "No. This isn't for me. It should go those who aren't as privileged as I am..."
Kartik, casually holding Solomon up by the scruff of his neck, ruffled her hair. "Relax, sis, you've suffered enough."
Shiva, Deus and Damion all shared a certain look between themselves, and towards Durga, Parvati and Kali.
"Since my daughter is of age..." cue Asmodeus dramatically wiping a non-existent tear, "...Kali, Parvati and Durga will have to test the young men to see who is the best fit for her."
".....DAD. NO...."
"They'll have to household chores for a week, which includes cooking," Parvati smiled, yet Satan felt ice going down his spine.
She sighed, feeling bad for the seven. At least this was a bit more amusing for her mothers.
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The Murder of The Notorious B.I.G.
May 29, 2021
Christopher Wallace, also known as “the Notorious B.I.G.” and “Biggie Smalls” was known for being one of the most famous hip hop artists of the 1990′s, along with Tupac Shakur. Like Tupac, Biggie was shot and killed in a drive by shooting on March 9, 1997 at the age of 24. Many believe the similarities between these two artists deaths are more than a coincidence.
Biggie Smalls arrived in Los Angeles, California in February 1997 to promote his second album, weirdly enough titled, “Life After Death” which was scheduled to be released on March 25. He was also there to shoot the music video for his hit single, “Hypnotize.” On March 5, 4 days before Biggie was killed he did an interview where he stated he hired security because he feared for his safety.
He claimed he feared for his own safety after the murder of Tupac, 6 months earlier, and the fact that he was a high profile celebrity.
On March 7, Biggie presented an award to Toni Braxton at the 1997 Soul Train Music Awards and was booed by some of the audience. On March 8, he was at an after party hosted by Vibe magazine and Qwest Records at the Petersen Automotive Museum. Also in attendance were members of the Bloods and Crips gangs, who were rivals and who many believe were responsible for why Tupac died.
On March 9, at 12:30 am Biggie got in a Chevrolet Suburban to go to his hotel after the party he was at shut down early due to overcrowding. Biggie was sitting in the front passenger seat and was with Damion “D-Roc” Young, Lil’ Cease and driver Gregory “G-Money” Young. In another Chevrolet Suburban sat P. Diddy and three bodyguards.
By 12:45 am Biggie’s vehicle stopped at a red light on the corner of Wilshire Boulevard and South Fairfax Avenue. A dark 1994-1996 Chevrolet Impala SS pulled up alongside Biggie’s SUV. The driver of the vehicle was a black man and he rolled down his window and shot Biggie 4 times with a 9 mm blue-steel pistol. Biggie’s entourage immediately got him to the Cedars-Sinai Medical Center where he received emergency surgery, however 30 minutes after the shooting at 1:15 am, Biggie Smalls was pronounced dead.
Biggie’s autopsy report wasn’t released until 15 year after his death, in December 2012. Out of the 4 shots, only 1 was fatal, the last one which entered through his right hip and striked several vital organs such as his colon, liver, heart and left lung.
In 2006 Biggie Smalls mother, Voletta Wallace, Biggie’s widow, Faith Evans, and his children T’yanna Jackson and Christopher Jordan “CJ” Wallace, filed a $400 million wrongful death lawsuit against the LAPD claiming that corrupt officers were the reason for Biggie’s death. A retired LAPD officer named Greg Kading believed that Suge Knight had planned the murder of Biggie, as revenge for Tupac’s death.
Many believe Biggie and Tupac’s murders are connected, due to the similar nature in both drive-by’s and the on going gang feuds. Many believed that Biggie had something to do with Tupac’s murder, though there’s never been any evidence to prove it.
A retired LAPD detective Russell Poole believed that Suge Knight and LAPD officer David Mack planned to have Biggie Smalls killed and came up with a scheme to blame it on rap rivalry. Apparently David Mack had an associate named Amir Muhammed, who was the hitman hired to kill Biggie. This evidence came from an informant named Psycho Mike and the composite sketch generated during the investigation was similar to Amir Muhammed.
P. Diddy apparently wasn’t very complaint with the police during the investigation and neither was anyone else involved in Bad Boy Records.
The Los Angeles Times would print conflicting theories about the murder, even printing Amir Muhammed’s photo, name and driver’s license. Apparently Amir Muhammed was a mortgage broker who had zero connection to Biggie’s death. Amir Muhammed cleared his name and was not even an official suspect when his photo was printed.
Some believe Biggie and Tupac’s murders were planned as part of the East Coast West Coast gangs way of making money, as the rappers were worth more dead selling records than alive.
Biggie’s case was re-opened in July 2006. On April 17, 2007, Biggie’s relatives filed a second wrongful death lawsuit against the City of Los Angeles. The suit was eventually dismissed in 2010.
No one has ever been convicted for the murder of Biggie Smalls. Many hip hop artists mourned Biggie’s death, with rapper Nas even saying that Biggie and Tupac’s deaths were “nearly the end of rap.”
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now that you got me thinking about pokemon i wanna hear about your blorbos and scrunklies >:3c
(I'm gonna go with Pokemon as well, but I can also do an RVB-themed answer on another post)
blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)
PIKACHU. Listen, when I was like 7 years old, I randomly saw this little dude on the TV in my town's pizza parlor, and fell in love. Every game that let's you catch a Pika, I gots me a Pika! Also all the almost-Chus. In the anime, I freaking love Team Rocket (Jessie/James/Meowth are one big entity). For the games, Guzma has become my favorite of the newer generations~
scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)
Again, PIKACHU. If I'm gonna pick a person, I'd say Wally from the Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald games (kinda wish we got a sequel game where we see him as the Champ, he deserves it)
scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)
Irwin, the Juggler training you trade numbers with in Gold/Silver/Crystal! He was the most supportive dude. Your ride or die bro (also, random HC- I like to imagine that Will from the Elite Four used to have that Trainer class before he was a Pokemon League member; a psychic circus boy!)
glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)
The Ghost of Maiden's Peak... both the Ghastly pretending to be her, and the REAL ghost we see at the end. That whole episode was such a trip, and like... I wanna know more about that Ghastly! And the ghost girl! ELABORATE, PLEASE!
poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)
I mean... Mewtwo... did this critter kill a bunch of scientists and try to wipe-out mankind? Yes. However, it is also my pet, and quite literally a meow-meow! (in my first ever Red version, I tried SO HARD to catch it without the Master Ball, and I DID IT. it took FOREVER, and dozens upon dozens of other balls, but it finally stayed the heck in a Great Ball. this horror of science is my baby now)
horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)
Most of the "evil team leaders" (except a couple who are OK), but also that one collector dude from Pokemon 2000. The guy literally caused a storm that would destroy the entire planet just to own some Pokemon... and not even "catch" them, he wasn't taking care of them at all! The jerk imprisoned them, and they were basically getting tortured... anyway, he sucks
eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)
Ghetsis for sure, and also that one punk who abandoned his Charmander (I think his name was Damion)
Thanks for asking~
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The Light Behind Your Eyes - Chapter 10
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TC/CW: mentions of abuse; mentions of self-harm; discussion of suicide and suicidal ideation; scenes involved abuse or discussions of abuse (physical, mental, emotional, sexual assault); anxiety; depression; mentions and scenes involve domestic violence; budding romance (separate from DV situation); abuse behavior; abuse recovery; heavy metal music, themes, and imagery; Italian-to-English translations
Chapter 10
– Liam –
The night of the concert, I had texted Aubrey letting her know that I made it to the venue, and that we were setting up. She responded saying they would be there about 30 minutes before we actually started playing. I planned to have security meet them off the side of the building and escort them up to the side of the stage. I tried to keep my focus while we practiced and did sound check, but my head felt hazy. I was so excited to see her. The time we spent together this week had been fleeting, only able to squeeze enough out of our busy schedules for a fast dinner or cup of coffee, not the hours on end we were used to spending with each other. What had been a dull ache for her had progressively gotten stronger the longer the day went on, and now I was craving her.
“You good, man?”
The sound of Damion’s voice snapped me out of my wandering thoughts. Damion becomes a brooding force right before going on stage, tall, with shoulder-length dark blonde hair and brown eyes. Tonight, he wore an AC/DC t-shirt and dark washed jeans, not yet in his first outfit of the night. He could have gone with this old-school rocker look on stage and gotten away with it. He took advantage of any chance to bring both men and women to their knees and reveled in every second of it. Now, he was standing with his arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and a smile on his face.
I blinked a couple times and shook my head. “Sì, why?”
He scoffed. “You look like you’re on another planet.”
I made a face at him. “I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep.”
“Bullshit,” Charlie said behind me. I turned to look at him as he spoke. “You’ve got that hot new piece of ass coming to the show tonight, don’t you?”
A chorus of “Ooooohs” came from Richie and Tom.
“Stai zitto, cazzo,” I said to the room collectively. Shut the fuck up. I turned in a circle as I addressed them. “Please, I am begging you, don’t call her that to her face tonight. She is really nervous about coming to this show and she still is a little apprehensive about all of the attention.”
Damion looked me in the eye, and his voice lowered. “Be honest with me. You’re serious about her. Right?”
I nodded. “Deathly so.”
He smiled again. “And she’s going to be in the audience? Or backstage?”
“Backstage,” I said.
As I walked across the stage to check my amp one more time, he followed.
“When is she coming?” Damion asked.
“She’s gonna be here about a half hour before show time,” I said. “She wants to get a feel for things before the chaos starts.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “We get to meet her finally? I have been itching to get to know her. From what you’ve told us, and the way you’re behaving, she seems great. But I really want to know who she is.”
I met his eyes again. “I don’t remember the last time I’ve felt like this about anyone, Dame. Please be kind to her. She’s been through so much, and she’s so fragile…”
“Nothing is going to happen,” he said, more serious now. “Everyone agrees that we’re all so happy to see you happy, and to see you actually behaving like yourself… You aren’t hiding yourself anymore. I can tell this has been healing for you.” He smiled softly. “We want you to be happy, and we’d never do anything to make you, or her, uncomfortable. I might bust your balls, but I’d never do anything to put you off.”
“Thanks,” I said softly. “She’s been through so much, and I feel such a close connection to her… I have a different feeling about her than I ever have before.”
The venue started to let people through the door, filling into their seats. The people in the front, on the floor, were already huddling close to the stage. Even from where I stood in the wings, I saw the sea of black, people standing around with drinking in their hands, talking to each other. Groups of people taking pictures with each other, and of the stage. Cheering was already starting, signs being held up in the air with our names or song lyrics on them. The meet and greet had happened a few hours prior, and I could make out a couple of those fans toward the front of the stage. They’d commented on my voice and demeanor, as well; I hadn’t expected this to be such a hot-button topic, probably because it came so naturally to me that it didn’t feel like a big deal.
I smiled to myself, watching these people all have the time of their life before the show even began. I ached to get out there and give them what they were waiting for.
I turned when I heard a sound behind me, and I saw Aubrey with her friends standing near the backstage door. They were holding drinks, and as they waited there, she brushed her bangs out of her face, turned toward Brittany, and laughed at something she’d said. Brittany wore a tight red top with black jeans, her arm looped through that of a guy standing next to her, who I assume was her husband, Dan; he was the most dressed-down of all of them in his t-shirt and shorts. Aubrey’s beautiful smile lit up her face. They collectively thanked the bouncer who escorted them backstage, and he smiled at them before going back out the door to his post. I froze where I stood, just watching her for a moment.
Damion tapped my arm, nodding his chin in Aubrey’s direction. “That’s her?”
I couldn’t answer—all I could do was nod, my mouth going dry and my throat tightening.
Aubrey wore red lipstick tonight, and a black smokey eye. I’d never seen her this made up, not in person. She’s beautiful even without makeup, but this look seemed to reveal something about her. She wore a tight, black racerback mini dress with a deep neckline that exposed the top edge of her bra, with fishnets underneath and combat boots. Around her neck was a Theater of Pain logo necklace, and she wore a studded bracelet and spiked earrings. In her ears I saw the hoops and spikes, triple pierced on both sides along with two cartilage piercings on the left and a conch piercing on the right. She turned around to say something to Dan, and I could see hints of the tattoos that adorned her shoulders and back.
Well, shit.
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CW: threatening, fear of heights
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Ezra screamed and flailed and kicked and fought, though this had absolutely no affect on Damion.
As soon as Damion entered the living room, he threw Ezra to the floor, pressing his boot onto his chest, pinning him there. Ezra screamed in response.
“Listen closely because I’m only gonna say this once. You are not to, under any circumstance, attempt to resist against anything I do to you. Is that understood?” Damion’s voice was low as he threatened the younger boy.
“Yes- yes, yes, I understand!!” Ezra cried.
“Good.” Damion removed his boot from Ezra’s chest. Ezra lay there, his body unmoving apart from the shaking of his chest as he sobbed.
At this point, Drew had entered the house. He walked over to Ezra, kneeling down to his level.
“Shhh, don’t cry.” Drew scooped Ezra up, carrying him as if he was a baby. He set Ezra down on Damion’s couch, stroking his hair for a moment before standing up to his full height again.
“Would you mind showing me around? It looks really different since I’ve been here last.” Drew said pleasantly, returning to casually playing with Ezra’s hair. Ezra flinched at the touch.
“Yeah, sure!” Ezra could hear the smile in Damion’s voice.
“You don’t mind waiting here for me, do you, love?” Drew asked Ezra.
After a moment, Ezra shook his head. Drew smiled, leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”
“Yeah, don’t move, or you might accidentally tip the house over the cliff.” Damion chuckled.
“Oh, shut up.” The younger brother laughed. “Let’s go.”
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Damion’s living room was nice by Ezra’s standard, if you weren’t counting the view of the cliff edge and the mountains beyond that just outside the windows. The windows went from floor to high ceiling and they covered most of the western wall. The setting sun shone through those western windows, illuminating the living room with rays of golden light.
On the northern wall sat a stone fireplace, with a blue expensive looking rug on the floor directly in front of it. On the mantle were a few pictures, framed: one featuring a younger Drew and Damion, looking to be around ages 6 and 10. Another displayed the brothers in their teenage years, with an older man that Ezra could only assume was their father.
Before Ezra could observe the final walls in their full detail, Drew and Damion re-entered the living room. “Just passing through.” Drew smiled at Ezra cheerfully as he followed his brother up the stairs to the second floor.
Ezra sighed heavily, turning to look at the wall opposite of the wall with the fireplace on it. It had the archway entrance to the dining room and at the other end of the wall was the a hallway, lined with doors. Other than that, it was plain.
Hanging in between the entrances was a beautiful, custom-made painting of the view from the western windows. Ezra had to admit, the painting was amazingly beautiful and well-made. He just wished he could enjoy the real thing without feeling nauseous. Since he had started looking around, he had gotten over his initial fear of being so close to the cliff edge, and he had stopped crying, but he was still careful to avoid looking out the windows. He didn’t wanna start crying again.
On the last wall was the one with the front door and the staircase that Drew and Damion had ascended a few minutes earlier. Pressed against the staircase was a console table, with another picture- this one containing a woman holding a baby- and next to that, a telephone.
Ezra shot up from the couch in an instant. He knew he wasn’t supposed to leave the couch, but he had no idea when he would get this opportunity again. He crept over to the phone, snatching it up from the stand where it was charging. He heard Drew and Damion above him, and Ezra knew he had to make his call fast if he wanted to not be caught. Ezra hastily dialed the first number that came to mind; Jason’s. Thankfully, Ezra had it committed to memory by now. Ezra brought the phone to his ear and silently begged for Jason to pick up.
“Hello..?” Jason’s voice came over the receiver, clearly confused.
“It’s m-me.” Ezra stammered, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
“Oh my god- are you okay?! Did they hurt you, where are you?” Concern flooded into Jason’s tone, the words tumbling out in a rush.
“I’m-“ Ezra thought for a moment. “Fine? I- I don’t know where I am, they took me on an airplane and- and it landed in Santa Fe but then we got in the car and we drove for a really long time and now I don’t know where I am but there are lots of mountains and cliffs and I’m really scared, Jason, I’m really scared and-“ once Ezra started speaking, he couldn’t stop himself.
“Ezra- hey, calm down, I can’t- are you hurt, Ez?” Jason’s voice was still panicked, though now less so, as he tried to comfort Ezra.
“Um- a little.” Ezra sniffed, trying to hold back tears.
“What did they do to you..?”
“W-ell.” He fought to keep his voice steady. “They- Drew-“
Ezra froze as he heard the sound of creaking wood from the top of the stairs. Ezra glanced up- at the top of the stairs stood Drew, who was staring down at Ezra with a barely controlled fury in his eyes.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
Ezra’s jaw dropped, and the phone slipped out of his hand, clattering to the floor. “I- it’s not-“
“It’s not what?” Drew’s glare didn’t falter as he quickly descended the stairs. Ezra could hear the faint sound of Jason screaming as Drew finished walking downstairs. Drew picked up the phone on the ground, hanging up on Jason.
Ezra stumbled backwards as he tried to flee from Drew as he approached him. In his panic, he tripped over his own feet and fell onto his back. Still, he continued to scramble back, until his back was pressed against the cold glass of a window.
Drew stood over Ezra, leaning down to whisper in the shaking boy’s ear:
“Jason isn’t going to save you. Nobody can.”
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