#bpamias

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do you guys have any art requests or should i draw amias with his ass out

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When I'm in a ragebaiting Edge contest and my competition is Double Down and Amias 😔

yeah..... his poker face could use some work

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Touched (in more ways than one)

Yandere!OC x GN!Reader (Third-Person, they/them reader)

TWs: Chud yandere, not edited bc my beta readers are asleep, obsessive tendencies, mildly sexual content, general yandere behavior. If this kind of content upsets you, do not continue.

Amias thought he ought to be studied by now.

An incubus and a virgin. It was practically unheard of! And it wasn’t for lack of trying, either. He wasn’t some blushing maiden saving himself for the perfect partner. He was just… really bad at getting people to like him. His dad called every year on his birthday to remind him he was a disappointment, then sent him a five hundred dollar check in the mail. Maybe he pitied him or something. Amias was fine with being pitied.

He inevitably got into nerdy hobbies, like any other self-respecting disgrace would.

Yu-gi-oh and Magic the Gathering were too difficult to figure out. He walked into a Pokemon tournament and gave up after losing his first match. He spent a lot of money on those booster packs, damnit. He should’ve won just by showing up. Poker was pretty easy, though. He won his first game by accident. Flipped over his cards and took home a load of good money.

It was history after that. At some point, when you jerk off ten times a day just to keep yourself alive (barely, by the way. It’s not nearly as good as a full meal, or so he’s heard.), you end up having very good dexterity in your wrists. He had access to a computer and a lot of time on his hands to study shoving cards up his sleeves.

Buried Pair wasn’t his first casino. It was kind of far from where he lived, and he usually couldn’t be arsed to drive all the way over there, though he heard they were particularly well reviewed. It wasn’t until he was caught with a few too many cards stuffed down his shirt at the places near him that he ended up biting the bullet. He had the time anyway.

It was nice. Cleaner than the casinos he frequented with a hotel to boot. Most of the staff weren't hard to look at either. 

He grew particularly intrigued by a single dealer. Edge, if he recalled, which was a stupid name. (Apparently they all needed ridiculous aliases. He actually thought it was kind of metal, but he’d never admit that aloud, because that would be lame.) The guy hated him for some reason, which made it really easy to throw off his focus when he was dealing. Just say something stupid (which he was very good at, mind you.) and he’d be entirely too busy trying not to choke him out over the table while his boss was watching to notice when he pushed a card up his sleeve.

Pretty soon, he was there all the time. The owner knew him by name, which was utterly terrifying. That man was six-foot-something with the most blank stare he’d ever seen. The kind of stare that was hiding something nefarious and also probably very arousing.

(Gambit turned him down, of course, but that didn’t stop him from asking the first time. Not the point.)

It was a nice routine overall. He was treated well by most of the staff. He bet high and usually won higher. He got free drinks and an eyeful of a very poorly buttoned shirt when he was at the table.

(Jackpot also turned him down when he asked, and then called him an idiot for thinking he had a chance to begin with. He was right, but ouch.)

He sat at the table again. Edge’s, because it was growing kind of funny to watch his face heat up with anger when he’d talk about his four cars. His cards were fine this hand, and he wondered if Edge had some kind of internal moral obligation not to stack the cards against him. Or maybe he was just afraid of Gambit, which was entirely fair in his opinion.

He was startled out of his usual poker face by a collision into his left shoulder. Someone drunk and stumbling had knocked themselves dead into him. His stool teetered precariously on one leg for a terrifying second before it toppled completely, sending himself and the mystery individual sprawled on the ground in a heap.

Blood rushed south almost instantly, because no one had ever been on top of him before. Like, in his life. It felt a lot like his first time trying weed, which was to say really really good and very confusing. He couldn’t tell if it was the contact or his head hitting the floor. He was happy regardless.

“Oops,” The stranger slurred, propping themselves up on their arms. He mourned the loss of proximity immediately, but he was way too out of it to do anything about it.

Edge helped them up, then grabbed someone else to call them a cab. He was too busy lying on the floor to get up himself, which was not at all a normal thing to be doing. It took him several minutes to even consider it.

When he finally got himself upright, his pupils dilated, hands trembling, he had very few thoughts in his head. The most prominent were two very simple observations:

“Holy shit, I just came in my pants,” and “I need them carnally.”

Which led to a very interesting predicament for Amias. He was, should he have been able to pull a single soul, a polyamorous guy until that point. Even Jackpot’s shirt pulling wrong and revealing a lot more nipple than needed (that had to be a health code violation...) did nothing for him anymore.

He didn’t mind. The memory of the body pressing him into the floor was enough material for him to get off for weeks.

His patience wasn’t infinite, though. He’d have to find them again. And he would.

No matter what it took.

☆⊰•˚₊‧. Thanks for reading! .‧₊˚•⊱ ☆

For your time, you get Amias' relationship chart! Congrats!

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CHARACTER STUDY PROMPT

Describe your character's first love.

What frightens your character?

How does your character communicate in a relationship?

How was your character's childhood like?

What is your character's favorite treat to themselves?

How does your character handle stress?

Describe something your character is reluctant for others to know.

Describe something your character is passionate about.

What does your character find comfort in?

What kind of music does your character like?

Quickest way to anger your character?

What was the best thing in your character's life?

What would your character give their life for?

What seemingly insignificant memories stuck with your character?

Does your character have a nickname? If so, how did they get it?

Who does your character consider a role model?

What is your character's hobby?

Describe your character's worst enemy.

What does your character do when they wake up?

A memory your character wishes they could erase.

Thank you to my special anon who I’ve set upon my shelf for the fun ask game YAYYYYY

pick a number (or a few) and a character (or a few) and I shall answer with my heart!!!!

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It’s been a while.

Did you miss us?

So, some of you may have noticed the blog is pretty empty now. I had a lot to deal with when I disappeared, but now I’m back! I cleared out all my old posts because I just wasn’t proud of them anymore. It felt inconsistent, incomplete… I can do way better.

You can probably guess where this is going.

Bum bum bum… Revamp!

Please allow me to be your host tonight.

To your left, you’ll see the establishment’s prized dealer, Edge ( #bpedge ) He can catch a cheat a mile away! He’s impressive, but try not to get too close for your own sake. Don’t tell him I said this, but he always seems to be in such a bad mood.

At his table, you’ll find one of our regulars. Amias ( #bpamias ) can’t seem to lose. He hasn’t been caught cheating yet, so maybe he’s just really lucky? If you ask me, I’d say he probably annoys Edge so much that he can’t focus.

Behind the table games, you’ll see our bar. The bartender, Jackpot ( #bpjackpot ), makes the best cocktails you’ve ever had. Well, that is, if you like your alcohol over-poured…

Oh! Near the high rollers you can see the owner, Gambit ( #bpgambit ). He’s a sight to see, but there’s a lot of power behind those charming smiles. Try not to get on his bad side.

Ack! Look behind you, but don’t make it obvious! By the sportsbooks. That’s Double Down ( #bpdoubledown ), the debt collector. He’s way too friendly for a guy that executes people as a job… Freaky!

So, welcome back.

I hope you enjoyed your tour! Please, explore our establishment to your hearts content. I know the place has gone through quite a few changes, but there’s no need to be overwhelmed. Don’t be afraid to ask me, or any of our delightful staff, if you have any questions.

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hello my sweetest best friend of ever.... the. the casino. what is going on with how they treat their workers sniffles why won't they pay my beautiful girlfriend edge more </33.....

please give him a raise :((((

hello my evil best friend who i loathe and have a very long and storied rivalry with….

While everyone at the casino is employed in the sense that they work there and are paid, they’re all actually under contract. The contract pretty plainly states that Gambit is going to hunt them down if they stop working there also.

Working conditions are fine overall. They have insurance coverage and PTO and sick time, but their wages have to be formally negotiated. Edge isn’t nearly as bold as DD or Jackpot are, so he has the lowest pay.

Also, Gambit just doesn’t like him as much.

tl;dr; why dont you pay his bills HUH??? if you love him sooooo much. loser

i also just realized i dont have a tag for general lore anymore…….. haha its #buriedpairlore now

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what the hell. sure

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How does your character communicate in a relationship?

Describe something your character is reluctant for others to know.

With Edge and Amias please 🥰

y’all love this virgin right now huh….. 0 jackpot asks and yet he won the popularity poll………

How does your character communicate in a relationship?

Edge ♧:

He does communicate in the literal sense. As in, he is verbally speaking to his lover. Tragically, most of his communication is blame and accidental gaslighting.

For example, if he’s feeling jealous, it’s because his lover is being cruel, not because he’s emotionally volatile. It’s their fault he’s angry. And now they’re angry, which is just an unnecessary escalation in his mind. How dare they.

He’ll break down if things go too far. He still won’t admit fault, but he’ll rationalize it to himself just to end the argument and keep his lover. He thinks he’s being the bigger person by doing this.

Amias ☆:

He’s horrible at communication. He can count how many people he’s had a meaningful conversation with on one hand, and it’s really only half a finger. Any turmoil is bottled up to save the only relationship he’s ever had, or expressed in an accidentally passive aggressive manner.

His communication is touch-based most of the time. He’s jealous? He grabs your arm and pulls you away from the source. He’s feeling ignored? He shoves his hands under your clothes. He’s horny? Already grinding on you.

Fights never get far with him. He’s not ashamed to cry and wail and beg on his knees, and he’s probably already forgotten what the fight was about by the time his tears dry.

Describe something your character is reluctant for others to know.

Edge ♧:

While he’s insecure about his financial status, it’s actually more troublesome for him that he was born human. People born with no “abnormal” traits are considered weak, are frequently targeted, and don’t often live very long. It’s only due to the experiments he was subjected to that he’s confident enough to be out in public at all.

Amias ☆:

The obvious answer is that he’s a virgin. Being an incubus and also an incel is one of the most embarrassing things he can imagine, and it’s his actual life. Especially because he’s tried to lose his virginity. Often.

Also, just an inch less than that, he doesn’t want any potential partners to know about his dad period. He’s worried he’ll immediately lose them to him.