#The Theatre of Eternal Music
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Photograph of the musician John Cale
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#john cale#the velvet underground#la monte young theatre of eternal music#photography#portrait photography#hands
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need cynthia and ariana to do a british vogue cover together so bad in promotion for wicked
i mean look at the material
#ariana grande#glinda#wicked#cynthia erivo#elphaba#movie musicals#musical theatre#eternal sunshine#broadway#musicals#british vogue#vogue magazine#fashion#fashion magazine
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that was amazing. the three fates killed it (so did everybody else, but especially them), hades and persephone likewise. eurydice was suitably tragic and beautiful. orpheus was ok
i listened to this musical for the first time over a year ago and i’ve seen clips/specific songs from many performances of course but it’s really only seeing it live that makes you realise how genius the staging is in its simplicity. the three spinning concentric circles to emphasise the fact that this is a circular story, all about cycles and repetition, flowers wilting by winter and blossoming again in spring. it’s been going on since the seasons began to change. that’s why hermes recognises the leitmotif before orpheus knows where it came from, why hades reacts to it in the way that he does. orpheus always turns around for the same reason persephone always takes the train back to the underworld.
one example is, in several songs including the wait for me reprise, orpheus walks forwards in the direction counter to the turn of the stage, creating an effect that almost makes it feel as if the stage itself is dragging him backwards: he’s fighting against the river’s current, against the tide of time itself to bring his loved one back. it’s just so brilliant
i love hadestown forever and ever <3 it’s an old song it’s a sad song it’s a tragedy but we sing it anyway
#hadestown#hadestown west end#lyric theatre#londonposting#hadestown musical#orpheus and eurydice#jamie.txt#theatre#eternal return
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Sections of a long project I'm chipping away. Posters detailing the first 50 musicals I've seen (either live or recorded) 18 fully done, only another 32 to go... It's gonna take a while!
#musical fanart#musical theatre#acrylic painting#musical poster#phantom of the opera#rocky horror picture show#phantom of the opera fanart#from here to eternity#billy elliot#starlight express#pippin#pippin musical#various musicals
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Frankenstein following after his creature, his elusive principle of life, always mere meters behind but never closer, hands never meeting, until they're both swallowed into the threshold of light and leave behind the darkness of the night
#national theatre#frankenstein#chasing after the unattainable until death#the music and their movements resembling a machine. the eternal pursuit of scientific progress. unending and all-consuming#theatre#my.txt#THEIR HANDS. THEIR HANDS
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#psychology#poetry#deep thoughts#philosophy#lovers#love story#eternal love#writing#books#kafkaesque#acting#actinolite#theatre#theater#musicals
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Gallery: Chelsea Grin @ Rickshaw Theatre - Vancouver, BC Date: November 7, 2023 Photographed by: Danielle Costelo
#Danielle Costelo#PRmusic#PRphoto#Music#live music#Vancouver#yvr#MRG#mrg live#Rickshaw Theatre#The Rickshaw Theatre#Rickshaw#Pablo Viveros#Tom Barber#Stephen Rutishauser#David Flinn#Suffer in Heaven#Suffer in Hell#Eternal Nightmare#Ashes to Ashes#Self Inflicted#My Damnation#Desolation of Eden#Dead Rose#Recreant#Playing with Fire#concert#concert photography#concert photos#gig
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Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 - Eternity Playhouse Sydney 23.08.2023
Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 - Eternity Playhouse Sydney 23.08.2023 #electropopopera #musical #warandpeace #leotolstoi #entdeckung #thegreatcomet #australien
Es ist schon einige Jahre her, seit “Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812” seine Off-Broadway-Premiere im Jahr 2012 erlebte und 2016 für ein Jahr an den Broadway ging. Nun also eine kleine und sehr feine Produktion in hervorragender Besetzung am Eternity Playhouse in Sydney, es ist die australische Erstaufführung dieses Werkes.. Continue reading Untitled
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#Australien#Brendan Yeates#Broadway#Claire Healy#Darlinghurst Theatre Company#David Malloy#Dean Drieberg#Electro Pop Opera#Eternity Playhouse#Grace Driscoll#Jillian O&039;Dowd#Jules Pendrith#Krieg und Frieden#Kritik#Leo Tolstoi#Musical#Musik#Natasha Pierre & the great Comet of 1812#Off Broadway#Rezension#Russland#Sydney#The Great Comet#War and Peace#Zoo Frangos
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#erik destler#the phantom of the opera#literature#1900s#Gothic fiction#Theatre-fiction#active#music#the eternal chapter#1980s#80s#80s music#tumblr polls#fandom polls#polls#gimmick blog#gimmick account#imagine your favorite character#imagine your f/o#imagine your fictional other#rock#gothic rock#Youtube
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Ep59 Censored and Banned! w/ Haaz Sleiman! (Hollywood!)
In every generation there is a chosen one, he alone is here to SLAY, MAN! Coz we've got the handsome Haaz Sleiman in the studio this week! Joining us to celebrate his ground-breaking role in Marvel's 'Eternals', Haaz spills the tea on all things MCU, THAT Eternals kiss, his off-Broadway debut in today's chosen musical, 'Venice', and we find out which Marvel villain Haaz would want to be quarantined with! Plus heaps, HEAPS more in an ETERNALLY-awesome episode! Including diving into Chevelle's album 'Wonder What's Next?'… www.twitter.com/haazsleiman -- instagram.com/haazsleiman
#Haaz Sleiman#MCU#Marvel Cinematic Universe#Marvel's Eternals#Eternals#LGBTQ+#LGBT#LGBTQ#Gay#Gay Rights#Gay Kiss#Music#Comedy#Broadway#Metal#Heavy Metal#Musicals#Critique#Reviews#Musical Theatre#West End#Aussie#Podcast#Commentary#Prog Rock#Prog Metal#Progressive Metal#Thrash#Thrash Metal#Thrash 'n Treasure
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The song in our hearts
Lestat De Lioncourt x Female Reader
A musician with a heart that sings and an admirer who wishes to see his songbird thrive. Two beings in different worlds get caught up in each other when someone threatens to steal his songbird's spotlight. Loving Lestat isn't simple, and your life will never be the same again. What is eternity without chaos?
{Masterlist}
{Next Chapter}
Chapter One - Secret admirer
Music fills the room as you press the keys with a loving touch. Your eyes are closed, no longer needing to follow the notes on the page for you have played this piece a hundred times over until you perfected it. Music burns in your soul and you will honor every note in every song. Playing music was as easy as breathing for you. Natural. Those who listened to you would agree.
As the song came to an end you let the final note linger slightly, holding onto the bliss and happiness playing the piano brought to you. You had almost forgotten you were not alone. Applause shakes you from your momentary peace and you turn your eyes to your audience. The theater was full of adoring fans of yours, all standing up to give you praise for your music. You smile and stand, taking your bow. Playing your music for these people was a delight, but playing music in general was your pleasure.
Not wishing to linger, you give one final bow and exit the stage, your section for the night is done. You make your way down to your dressing room, other performers patting you on the back or applauding you as you pass them by. The itch to return to your solitary room never felt greater.
They do this every week. Congratulate you. Every time you perform on that stage, always a Friday night, they make a fuss over you. Music was your passion, not the glory after. Of course performing for people would always be special to you, but you were more prideful in the music than the performance. You didn't want people to make a fuss over you, only the music.
That didn't mean you didn't appreciate the small gestures.
As you get back to your dressing room, Amelie is waiting for you. She's a dancer from France. She came to America having been promised a big break, but what she found instead was very different. Now she performs in the theater with her heart full of wishes. She could be worse off as things go, but she certainly wanted more. Perhaps the world as her stage.
“You have more gifts.” She smiles as she opens the door for you. You roll your eyes knowing exactly what she refers to. Your secret admirer.
“Please, Amelie, no need to get so excited.”
“But they're from him!”
“Of course they are. They're always from him.”
You walk over to your dressing table to see a bouquet of flowers, different from the week before, and a small box sitting underneath them. You pluck the card from the flowers and look at the beautiful handwritten note.
‘When your music plays, my heart sings.’
“He's so romantic.” Amelie fans herself dramatically, letting out a small high. She's clearly teasing you.
“He is very kind.”
“What's in the box?” She asks.
You pull the box closer and open it carefully. Inside is a very expensive looking ruby teardrop necklace. This is the first time your mystery admirer has gifted you jewelry. You can't help staring at the jewel. It's beautifully rich.
Amelie stares at it in awe. Her eyes sparkle. “A necklace? He must really love your music.
You barely take note of Amelie as you stare at it. You close the book softly and put it down. “I need to get ready to go home.”
Amelie stares at you as if you had grown a second head. “Just like that?”
“Yes,” you say, standing from the table. You take her arm and usher her out gently “Don't wait up.” You close the door behind her and gather your things.
The manager at the theatre shows you out. He, like all the others, congratulates you on your performance. He reminds you that he looks forward to hearing you perform again next week. You just smile politely and try to make your exit as painless as possible as you leave.
The walk back to the little shed-like house you call home isn't a short one. Like most evenings, you decide to cut through the park to get back. Luckily, New Orleans was very much awake after dark. The streets were always full of people and clubs were open to anyone passing by. You felt safe enough walking home. There's a bench you always walk past cutting through the park. Tonight there was only one gentleman on it. He watched you walk by, but didn't say anything. That was the only interaction you got from anyone tonight.
It's Friday again. Your turn to perform was coming up soon. You were in your dressing room with Amelie getting ready. As you look at your make up in the mirror, Amelie leans on close over your shoulder and looks at you through your reflection. “You should wear the necklace.”
You meet her eyes through the looking glass. “Why?”
“So he will see it.” Her smile was so telling. Since the first gift from your admirer arrived she had been on the case. She was obsessed with the thought of you and this stranger. Amelie found it romantic.
“I don't know.”
“Oh, you have to! Maybe he will come see you after the show.”
You stand quickly from the table and look at her. “Please, Amelie. We don't know who this is. The gifts are welcome and I adore the thought, but I can't feed into this.”
Amelie pouts. “Please wear it. You know we'll never let anything happen to you.”
You sigh softly and eye the box on the table. It had been kept in your dressing room all week. The manager had seen to it that it was looked after.
You reach out and open the box, ignoring Amelie's squeal behind you as you gently lift the necklace from its safety cushion.
“Let me help.”
You let Amelie take the necklace. She places it around your neck and connects the clasp. You gently touch the ruby teardrop hanging comfortably around your neck. It really does look expensive.
“It's beautiful,” Amelie whispers.
You agree with her.
Your name is called and you know your time for dawdling is over. Amelie leaves in a hurry and you take a moment to summon your confidence to go out there. Despite doing this every week, performing with an audience never felt any easier.
You took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage. The room filled with applause as you approached the piano. You faced the audience and took a bow, but kept your gaze low. You couldn't bring yourself to actually look out at them, especially knowing your admirer was among them. You took your seat at the bench and focused on the keys. They were calling to you, begging you to touch them and play your wonderful music.
A few beats of silence fill the air as your fingers rest upon the keys. You feel them under your fingertips. A welcome feeling. Then you begin. Music flows freely from your fingers and your magic takes hold of the hearts in the room. Your music lures your audience into a silence so they can hear every note.
The man in the box leans forward in his seat. His eyes are trained on you with desire and fascination. His angel has blessed his night with her music once more. You had no idea the power you held over him. He longs to hear you play for the rest of time. Your music is your gift.
For the next half hour you fill the room with your music. As usual you blank out the people listening, not even letting their applause break you out of your zone this time. It's just you and your piano. Your dearest and oldest friend.
As you near the end of the song, you nearly want to make it never end. You could simply keep going just to enjoy the magic a little longer. Except, you can't. Your time is up and you have to end the show. You finish the piece and get barely any time to lift your fingers from the keys before the room is flooded with applause. You lift your gaze and see everyone on their feet. You take a deep breath and stand, bowing to the crowd before taking your leave.
Your admirer watches you go with keen eyes. The glitter of red around your neck brings his lips into a satisfied grin.
When you return to your dressing room Amelie squeals and pulls you into a hug. You smile and give in, returning the gesture. On the dressing table you notice more flowers. As Amelie gushes on about your performance, you walk over to the flowers and take a look at the note. It's written in the familiar handwriting of your admirer.
‘A star like you deserves to sparkle.’
You smile softly. Subconsciously, you reach for the necklace around your neck. Amelie is still talking behind you as you take a seat at your dressing table. However, she's cut off when someone knocks on your door. You turn and call for them to enter. The theater manager enters and smiles at you.
“There's a young man here wishing to meet you.”
You stand and look at him curiously. “Who?”
The manager steps aside and in walks a handsome young man. There is a smile on his face as he comes to stand before you. He reaches for your hand and brings it to his lips. You find yourself enamoured by him as he looks at you with those fascinating blue eyes.
“Bonjour.’
The air from your lungs feels like it's all gone with that one simple greeting.
“Hello.”
His smile seems to widen, if that were possible. He's tall, has blond hair that reaches his shoulders, and those eyes… He chuckles which breaks you out of your staring at him. You drop your gaze, slightly embarrassed at being caught.
“It's alright, you can look.”
You feel even more embarrassed now.
The moment is broken when Amelie comes closer with a grin on her face. You turn to her slowly and narrow your eyes slightly. You're silently asking her what she was doing, but she wasn't even paying you any attention. Her focus was solely on the man who was still grasping your hand. The realization that your hand was still in his has you pulling away. The man doesn't seem to mind, he simply smiles as he watches you.
“You came to see us?” Amelie asks.
“Ah, well, not quite.” He focuses on you. “I came to see you.”
Amelie looks between you both and then gasps. You both look at her, him with amusement, you with confusion.
“He's your admirer!”
The man chuckles and turns back to you with his sharp eyes. “I am indeed.” He reaches out and lifts the ruby up from your chest. You glance down and notice his long nails trailing along the jewel. You lift your gaze back to his eyes.
“You?”
“Oui.” He seems incredibly proud to admit it, but you suppose he would be. He had been sending you gifts for weeks without so much as his name tied to them.
“Who are you?”
“I am Lestat De Lioncourt.” He grins. “I know who you are.”
For some reason, him saying that sent shivers down your spine. You're unsure if you like it or not.
Amelie stands there and realizes there is no room for her at this moment. She feels a little hurt you haven't even introduced her to this mystery man. She's been invested in this exchange since the gifts first started coming. Amelie receives the message and slinks out of the room unnoticed.
Lestat makes himself comfortable nearby on the stool at your dressing table. At first he looks at his reflection and then he turns to look at you. “Disappointed?”
“Huh?”
“Are you disappointed?”
“By you? I don't quite understand why I would be. I really appreciate the gifts.”
Lestat is pleased by what you have said. “I have admired you since I first came here. From the moment I discovered you.”
“I'm… honoured.”
His lip twitches with a grin. He's amused. “Honoured? Not… flattered or charmed?”
His words send a little tingle through you.
“Well, yes, I suppose. Those too. I don't have many admirers.”
“Non? I find that hard to believe.” There's a slight purr to his words. He's speaking smoothly and it tickles your brain in just the right way. His accent is beautiful.
“You're French?”
“Oui.” He grins. It makes you smile.
“What brought you to New Orleans?”
“You could say… the people.”
You can't help smiling and turning your gaze away. You've been in the room with him for a whole five minutes and he already has such a huge effect on you.
“Why the gifts?”
His strange blue eyes seem to brighten when you ask that. He leans forward slightly with a grin. “To express my admiration for your talent.”
You smile. “Do you like the piano?”
“Very much. I play too.”
“You do?”
He nods his head. “I would be honored if you accepted my invitation to come play for me in private at my home.”
You stare at him with surprise. That had been an unexpected invitation.
“I don't usually…”
“You are free to decline, but I would be delighted to host you.”
“I… I'd be very happy to.”
The smile on his face seems to grow as he stands from the stool. He takes a couple of steps toward you and reaches for your hand. You watch, unable to look away, as he kisses your hand gently.
“I shall send details soon.” With that, he leaves. You spend a good couple of minutes staring at the door after he's gone, only to be broken out of your trance by Amelie coming in.
“Well?”
You smile. “I think… I have a date.”
@awanderingghost @theprettiesthead @cosmixstar @theblueslytherin @katherine2098 @sawendel @floofdeloop
#lestat de lioncourt x reader#the song in our hearts#interview with the vampire#dragon's tale#lestat de lioncourt
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Friday Nights
pairing: riff (wss) x reader
warnings: 18+, minors dni, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism
summary: After having Riff’s hands all over you at the dance, you can’t help but pull him away into the shadows.
a/n: mike faist world domination ‼️ I���m hyperfixating so bad rn. He’s just so gorgeous.
“Where the fuck is Riff?”
The Jets without dates shrugged from their places on the outskirts of the dance floor. Ice clenched his jaw, his date securely tucked underneath his arm.
“He’s dancing with… Y/N…” Baby John scanned the crowd of dancing couples, failing to see either one of you.
“Numbers and Action left with their girls so if anything happens without Riff here, we’re outnumbered,” Ice said pointedly to the Jets within earshot.
Mouthpiece and A-Rab nodded, as Ice and his date rejoined the dance floor.
Unbeknownst to them, you had taken Riff’s hand halfway through a number and weaved him out of the crowd underneath the bleachers.
You found privacy there and, after the past few hours of being so close to him, you couldn’t deny yourself any longer.
As soon as you were in the shadows of the bleachers, you crowded him against the wall of steps.
“We should go,” Riff panted with pink kiss-bitten lips as your hungry mouth moved to his neck, licking and sucking his sweat-salted skin.
You shook your head with a mischievous grin, “I wanna keep dancing… Just need you to myself for a couple minutes.”
“Oh yeah?” A wide smirk plastered across Riff’s lips and his eyebrows lifted, looking down at you. His strong hands gripped your hips tighter and held you close to him.
You and Riff had been going steady for a few weeks. He treated you to milkshakes at the diner, he took you dancing every Friday night without fail and you two even went to the drive-in movie theatre once.
He was certainly charming.
But you weren’t sure you were quite there yet. Riff has a special way of making your stomach swirl but the Jets had a reputation amongst your friends for being… town bikes.
“Yeah, I like seeing you like this,” You smiled, letting that hang in the silence for a moment before taking a step back, “Wanna head back?”
Riff watched you with half-hooded eyes as you straightened your appearance. His hair was mused and his cheeks were rosy pink.
Looking through the gaps between the stairs, Riff assessed the dance hall. Lonely singles sat above you, waiting to be asked to dance, their shoes tapping to the beat of the music against the bleachers.
Did he want to go back..? Riff would rather spend the rest of the night hidden away with you, but you wanted to dance so he’ll dance.
He turned back to you and stood up straight, “Let me cool off for a minute.”
The bulge in his trousers was evident as he stepped further out of the shadows. It looked sizeable and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it.
Riff adjusted himself and the front of his trousers, straightening out his shirt and collar.
“You need a hand?”
The words escaped your mouth before you could think and Riff almost snapped his neck turning to look at you.
Silence hung between you for what felt like eternity but was in actuality a few seconds.
“I mean… if you want,” You shrugged, only now realising that you were ready to give yourself to Riff in that way.
“Sweetheart of course I want that,” Riff took your face between his hands, “Are you sure? We can just go back to dancing.”
Wordlessly, you wrapped your fingers around his belt and pulled him closer, your hips flushed to his. His unfastened belt buckle caught against your hand as you tugged down his zipper and lowered to your knees.
Riff helped you pull his boxer briefs low enough to free his aching cock. You gasped at his size and he groaned at your reaction to him, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.
He was being so gentle with you. It was hard not to give him your all right away.
You started with kitten licks and soft kisses to his shaft, running your fingers through his happy trail and settling your hand on his thigh.
The other held the base of him as your tongue traced the vein across the underside of his cock.
Riff groaned from deep in his chest, gripping a metal bar from the bleachers framework above him. His other hand flailed in the air as he struggled to decide whether to hold onto you or not.
The hand on Riff’s cock ran along his toned stomach and took his free hand in yours, interlocking your fingers, as you wrapped your lips around him and took him into your throat.
“You can take it sweetheart,” Riff encouraged, his voice thick with lust.
Bobbing your head up and down, you worked up a rhythm that had Riff tipping his head back and biting his bottom lip.
He managed to muffle most of his moans and heaving breaths but the slick sounds coming from your mouth around him were hard for him to ignore.
Luckily the lively Jazz music of the dance hall bounced around the room, concealing your noise.
“Fuck baby, you’re so good at this,” Riff praised, low and rumbling. A smile graced your face despite your mouth stretching around Riff’s thick cock.
You moaned in appreciation, the vibrations making Riff moan and buck his hips, pushing his cock deeper down your throat.
Saliva dripped down his cock onto his balls. You pulled back to catch your breath, kissing his hand before untangling your fingers from his and stroking him.
Gripping him at the base, you took him in your mouth again and worked up another rhythm to prolong his pleasure.
Sweat beaded at his temples and his chest heaved. Riff wrapped his hand around the side of your neck, his thumb tilting your head back to meet your eyes.
The sight of him above you, ruined by pleasure, made you moan. The vibrations made Riff shiver. You met his eyes and his muscles trembled, pleasure shooting through him.
“Oh baby I’m gonna cum,” Riff groaned, biting his lip. His grip on the bleachers framework tightened, his bicep bulged and the veins in his forearm protruded.
You smiled giddily around his cock and reached up to massage his balls. A sinful moan sprung from his throat and his head fell back, ropes of warm salty cum coating the back of your throat.
Swallowing everything he gave you, you couldn’t help but laugh. Riff tried to catch his breath, a sheen of sweat coated his skin.
You rose to your feet, refastening his trousers and belt before tucking his shirt in and straightening it out.
Riff wrapped his arms around you and pulled you flushed against him. His face buried in the crook of your neck and pressed soft kisses to your skin.
You stood like that for a moment before pulling away. Riff looked you over before crouching and brushing his fingers against your slightly scuffed knees.
“Worth it,” You giggled as Riff stood to his full height, towering over you. He adjusted your dress and ran a thumb under your bottom lip, tidying your smudged lipstick.
“Beautiful,” Riff whispered with adoration in his eyes.
An arm wrapped around your waist and held you close, “Ready to dance, girly girl?”
“Just one more kiss and then we dance,” You rose onto your tiptoes, meeting him halfway and kissing him with raw passion.
Riff pulled away, barely an inch, “Just so you know, I’m returning the favour as soon as you let me.”
“You’ll have no complaints from me,” You kissed him quickly and nipped at his lip before taking his hand and heading back to the dance floor.
The eagle-eyed Jets whooped as you and Riff reappeared, less put-together than when they last saw you.
“Enough’a that,” Riff was stern but in good spirits, pulling you under his arm as you giggled.
The Jets fell silent, despite mischievous smirks and knowing looks.
None of the Jet boys would ever say anything to you. Riff was their leader and he’d have their necks if so much as one bad word went against you.
You were his girly girl, his sweetheart, his.
“C’mon doll, let’s dance,” Riff grinned down at you, swerving you between other dancing couples to the centre of the room, “Wanna show you off… and then you’re coming home with me.”
At that, your mouth went dry. Riff bit his lip as he watched you swallow thickly.
After a moment to recover, a smirk twitched at your lips and you wrapped your arms around his neck, “One more song then we go.”
Riff dipped his head to capture your lips with his before twirling and dipping you in time with the music.
You couldn’t wait for what was to follow, and every Friday night to come.
#riff x reader#riff lorton#riff west side story#riff (wss) x reader#riff lorton x reader#mike fiast#mike faist x reader#west side story#west side story (2021)
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seoul - choi soobin
bf!soobin x reader
summary: a night in the sparkling city of seoul with your boyfriend is all you could ever ask for <3
content: rainy city night vibe, date night in seoul, extreme fluff, movie date, cuddles, soft smut, soobin is whippeddd and gives you everything you want bc you’re his princess :3 soob is a teeny bit dom in bed this time around hehe
wc: 1.8k
♫ title track: seoul - rm
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seoul city lights lit the wet cement under your feet, finding beauty in the way it reflected the buildings like a mirror. the scent of rain flooded your senses with every deep breath in, entranced with the gentle pitter-patter on the umbrella overhead.
"bin we're gonna be late!" you giggled, hugging your boyfriend tightly under the umbrella you shared, having to hold it a bit lower to his head with how much taller he was than you. you stood on your tiptoes, kissing the tip of his nose when he faced you, cold and red from the chilly breeze.
the corners of his lips curled upward, eyes nearly closing with a big smile as a giggle escaping his lips; the sight and sound you so loved, making your heart bloom every single time.
arriving at the theatre, soobin held the door for you, sliding the umbrella closed and tucking it under his arm. the warm, popcorn scented air brought nostalgia to you at an instant, wanting to hop around like you were a little kid again.
he found your excitement adorable, taking his phone out on the sly and capturing a few candid photos of you with your hands full with popcorn, candy, an icee; everything you wanted.
you situated yourselves in the cushiony loveseat, soobin's long arm immediately wrapping around your shoulder, bringing you close to his side. of course, it was natural by now, but your heart still beat like it was your first date. the scent of his fresh hoodie, the warmth of his chest against your cheek. he was your home.
enjoying the movie you'd been waiting to see for months alongside soobin was the perfect way to start off your night together; looking up at him when he laughed at something funny on the screen, feeling his laughter vibrate through his chest and immediately rubbing off on you like a happy pill.
when he caught you looking at him he'd smile down at you, leaning down to press his lips to yours for a quick peck. or two. or three.
stepping out into the cold night after sitting in a warm theatre for hours was refreshing, filling your lungs with crisp, damp air. your boyfriend ran a few finger through his black hair, showcasing his beautiful face you could just stare at forever. knowing that if you told him how handsome he is he'd cover his face and deny it.
on the way home, you ordered chicken and beer, your favorite late night meal to share together after a fun night out. curled up on the couch of his high rise apartment together, laughing over stupid jokes and devouring the drumstick in your hand.
"have i ever told you that you look exactly like a bunny?" you tilted your head, pinching his cheek, flushed from several drinks.
"you literally tell me that all the time!" he folded over into your lap with a squeaky laugh, coming up for a breath with a hand was over his mouth.
"stop covering your mouth and let me see your cute bunny teeth!" you wrestled his big hand away from his mouth, realizing he wouldn't budge so you tickled his sides, making him jolt away.
you held his face with two hands, the pretty face you could just hold and kiss for an eternity.
"such a cute bunny," you pressed a kiss to his puckered lips, then peppering them all around his face. he wrinkled his nose, hugging the plush of your thighs
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brushing your teeth together consisted of blasting music through his phone, using your toothbrush as a makeshift microphone for a solid 20 minutes before you decided it was time to actually use it for its purpose.
the city view from his apartment was the prettiest view of seoul there was; sitting at his bed in front of the large pane windows and just watching the city together, his long fingers raking through your scalp as you lay in his lap.
"i love seoul," his voice emerged from the stillness of the room, eyes following the droplets of water that scurried a long the glass.
"only because it's where i met you." you turned to face him as he tucked your hair behind your ear, sitting up on your arm, hair messy from him playing around with it. but what could you say, it was your favorite hairstyle only because he styled it.
"i love seoul too. only because of this one giant bunny." you grinned, his smile slowly growing in the dark, only lit by the city lights. you slowly met his lips as he leaned in, kissing them gently, forever entranced with how soft they were.
he ghosted his fingers along your jaw, then down your arm, it's faintness bringing chills to pelt your body all over, breath hitched in your throat.
you wore one of his oversized shirts, suddenly conscious that you wore nothing but panties underneath, wanting him to slip both off of you at this instant.
soobin was always slow and gentle with you, taking his time to properly warm you, give you the attention you wanted and needed.
pulling you to his straddle his lap, the kisses grew hot and heavy, sensing the tent in his boxers grow against you, wrapping your arms around him.
slowly lifting the large cotton shirt over your head he threw it aside, pressing your warm chest to his and exploring one another's mouths with the dart of tongues.
he switched your positions; laying you down on your back onto the cold sheets, gently lowering your head to the pillow. lowering his weight fully on top of you, loving the feeling of his bare torso and chest on yours, skin to skin, running your fingers across the plains of his back.
with the swiftness of his long fingers, your panties were off and just another mere article of clothing on the floor. one by one they collected in a heap on until you were both completely bare against one another.
"binnie," you whispered against his lips in between a heated kiss. "mhm?" he ghosted his lips over your cheek, soft yet needy eyes on yours.
"i need you, please-," you squirmed helplessly against him, afraid that you couldn't deal with one more second of him not inside of you.
"-need my pretty baby," you wrapped your legs around his hips to cage him in, hands around the back of his neck to pull him into your lips.
he moaned against your mouth at the sensation of your hot skin right up against his, the plush of your breasts squeezing against his chest. he just couldn't take it anymore.
"you need me baby? i'll give it to you, i'll give it all to my pretty princess," his voice was hoarse yet soft against your neck, his neediness to ram into you was through the roof. he just couldn't wait to be buried inside of you and make love to you.
after grinding himself against your wet entrance, he decided it was time and lined himself up with you, staring into your eyes to nearly catch a glimpse of your soul when he slowly thrusted into you.
the moans that left your mouth were unexplainable. the way your tongue danced with his, the way your walls fluttered around him, the way your hands grasped at each other’s skin and hair. in this moment, you were one. you loved this feeling more than anything, the feeling of being united with the love of your life.
your legs squeezed tighter around his hips as he interlaced your fingers and pinned them to either side of your head, heightening your senses as you were completely out of control. your binnie was feeling a bit dominant tonight…and it turned you on beyond comprehension.
"just relax and let me love you baby," he whispered into your ear and you nearly lost it. legs going limp by his sides and just letting him take over. it felt so amazing; your body moving up and down with each and every of his thrusts.
"i love you so much," he kissed your lips so softly, wrestling with your tongue in between every moan and whimper. the feeling of love that encapsulated your heart in this moment was overwhelming and you realized you were already so close to your climax.
"i love you so much bin- i'm getting…close-" you threw your head back and he knew what was around the corner.
"let it all go baby, give it all to me," his deepened his thrusts and quickened his hips against yours the perfect pace until you were right on the cusp, just one more thrust and you would completely unravel around him.
"oh god soobin!! right there” you whimpered and he caught your moan with his mouth, kissing you so deeply as your sounds harmonized, the twitch of his thick cock with the spasms of your walls as you came crashing down, catching your breath like it was your last.
he unpinned your hands and they flew directly to his hair, grabbing handfuls as you came so hard around him, his large hands grabbing a handful of your hips as he emptied his warmth deep inside of you.
you came quicker than normal tonight, maybe because you felt your love so deeply for him in this moment, or maybe because he was being a bit more dominant that it didn’t take much to have your heart racing with the heat of a fresh orgasm.
his forehead was gently plastered to yours, beads of sweat transferring from his ends of his hair to yours, mixing together in a sweet concoction of your love.
when your eyes fluttered open you were met with his deep brown, almost black eyes in this lighting. the city lights nearly sparkling in them as they shined so brightly through the window beside you.
this entire time he kept himself buried within you, that was, until he remembered the bath bombs he just bought and so direly wanted to try with you.
he slowly pulled himself out of you, placing his gentle lips to your damp forehead, kissing the spot more than ten times, going from soft to more aggressive as your laughs got progressively louder.
“my princess deserves a bath after being so good to me,” he looked at you with smiling eyes, wrapping his arms under your shoulder blades to peel you off of the bed.
your legs wrapped around his hips instinctively when he picked you up and carried you to the bathroom.
he began showing you all of the bath bombs he bought the other day on his way home from work, displaying them all on the bathroom counter and going on about how he thought you’d love the scent of each one and how he’s been wanting to use them with you.
your heart was filled with so much joy in this moment, all day for a matter of fact. as long as you were with soobin you felt right at home. it felt like a dream, living in seoul with such an amazing guy who treated you like a princess.
your big bunny, your home, your soobin <3
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a/n: this idea was in the drafts for a while but i finally decided to bring it to life. i just love city lights so much and these rainy night pics of soob just went so well with it. hope u all enjoyed! <3
here is a other pic of soob from this night hehe
#Spotify#txt#txt fanfic#txt imagines#txt fic#txt fluff#txt reader#txt series#txt smut#soobin drabbles#soobin x you#soobin boyfriend material#soobin fic#soobin imagines#soobin x reader#soobin fluff#soobin smut#soobin fanfic#choi soobin#soobin#soobie boobie
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House of Feänor as Aesthetics:
Fëanor — loud voice, commanding presence, analytical, natural leader, piercing eyes, foggy hillsides, black boots, tipping their head back to breathe the air, mirrored lakes and everything below the surface, tearing leaves from trees, blunt sarcasm, long dark hair, deep sleeper, rotting tree stumps, black leather jacket, songs that makes you want to create a storm, rebellious, ambition, unstoppable passion, fast trains, polaroids, empty castles.
Maedhros — walking silently, stronger due to all the stuff meant to kill them, ignoring their mental health issues, fiery red hair, crumbling marble, oversized hoodies, raw voice, lingering touches, faint music in the distance, calming down from a panic attack, long heavy cloaks, cold hands, disillusioned with the world, insomnia, unhealthy habits, sighs made visible by cold night air, strong hugs, never sleeps, loud music, freckles, dark under-eyes.
Maglor — hypnotising smiles, a broken mind, melancholy, driving through mountains and the woods, iced coffee, the faint feeling of raindrops on your cheeks, ripped jeans, tight hugs, whispered compliments, deep conversations, late night texts, nimble hands, thin blades, white lilies, vertigo, unkept journals, lightning and thunder, rhythms so raw the heartbreak is showing, shattered glass, walking alone on a cold night, silver necklaces, regret.
Celegorm — bright eyes, climbing rock formations, cold-hearted, hard breathing after running, wood cabins, gladiator arenas, wicked smiles, twisted branches, wild hair, growing more and more dangerous, night drives, adrenaline rushes, bruises, bloody cloaks, running from society, breathless laughing, that animalistic unpredictability, silver and leather bracelets, strong coffee after a sleepless night, city lights from a high rise, addiction, barking dogs, hurricanes.
Caranthir — ironic smirks, bitten nails painted black, lightning in summer, empty threats, sunglasses hiding dead eyes, thick chain jewellery, temperamental, goes to car races just to watch the crashes, deep glares, tongue/lip piercings, midnight walks, lightbulbs burning out, diamonds, crushed ice, a glint of cat eyes in the dark, gold coins in storm drains, cold hands, storm clouds rolling in, theatres, suppressed emotions, wrought iron gates, motorcycles.
Curufin — cherries and Diet Coke, white marble, a studio apartment on the 67th floor, tattoos, neon lights, sweetened coffee, smudged makeup, too-loud music, cursive notes written in red ink, veiny forearms, sharp canines, fresh snowfall, high rise buildings, white light, sheer robes with nothing underneath, fog, stained glass windows, colourful hair, slow heartbeats, long-forgotten love, cold mountaintops, eternal silence.
Amrod — burnished copper, feverish eyes, hues of orange and gold, stars and spades, brewing tea, freckles, hardwood floors, poisonous flowers, listens to Hozier, messy hair, fake circle glasses, bullet point notes on a restaurant napkin, comfortable silence, broken wings on insects, old hungers, the whispering of trees, kicking stones on deserted paths, forgotten places, origami stars, old overgrown stone castles, morning mist, horse riding.
Amras — misplaced keys, wandering aimlessly, selectively mute, deep lakes hiding secrets, pine trees, restless nights, misunderstood, reliving the same day over and over again, graphic tees, dead moths, visual mind, muffled screams into a pillow, listens to asmr, doc martens, profanity, burned cigarettes, zoning out often, heart fluttering nervously, confusing satellites for stars, comic filled bookshelves, radios, old jeeps, glowing keyboards.
Celebrimbor — ravens, white-hot metal, the darkest shade of black, glittering skin, low waist pants, stars falling, the heat lingering in the evening, petals falling off dead flowers, trusting the wrong people, blue veins, cobblestone paths, linoleum tiles, bruises/scars easily, the heat lingering in the evening, cities awake late, card games, overanalysing everything, shiny fabrics, the slamming of a shot glass, the sting of betrayal.
#silmarillion#silmarillion x reader#the silmarillion#types of people#types of boys#types of girls#aesthetic#aesthetics#house of feanor#feanor#feanorians#maedhros#maglor#celegorm#curufin#celebrimbor#caranthir#tolkein#tolkien elves#random#random aesthetic#idek what to tag this#Types of aesthetics#I disappeared for like one and half years lol#Yes i am mentally unwell#Funniest thing is that i opened this account to post stuff to the tolkien fandom but then like immediately lost interest#I will most likely be back at the turn of the next century#im alive
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melodrama
charles leclerc x musical theatre actress!reader, social media!au
summary a melodrama is defined as a dramatic piece with exaggerated characters and plot-lines that play to the audience’s emotions. when charles leclerc dates a queen of drama, there is bound to be some that seeps into his life.
notes yes, the title was from the lorde album. warning, google translated french
the anniversary posts
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yourusername mon amour ❤️ i never could’ve imagined that i would spend 5 years with you… and i never imagined that i could find someone so amazing, who could make me feel like the most spectacular person in the world, the most special girl, yet also remind me of how human i am and how i’m allowed to be only human. you always manage to whisk me away from the pressures of life, push everything away, and make it feel like it’s just us in this world. you, my darling, are the comfort and calm of my soul. with you forever by my side, i can face anything
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arthur_leclerc i can't believe it's been 5 years since you two started being publicly insufferable
⤷ charles_leclerc nous t'aimons aussi, arthur 🙄🙄🙄 (we love you, too, arthur)
carmenmmundt congrats on 5 years and cheers to many more!!
⤷ yourusername thank you love! ❤️
f1wagsite the caption is too sweet im jealous
⤷ ynfans2023 literally their relationship makes me wanna go in the bathtub with my hairdryer
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charles_leclerc always the light on my darkest days, my sunshine when it rains, melting away all my worries and doubts, always bringing me up from the lowest of low points. you are my courage and strength. you shine so brightly that you light up everything around you, including myself. you bring out the best in me and love even the worst. you give warmth to the deepest corners of my soul. with you, i’m the best and most natural version of myself. these 5 years together have been the best years of my life, i wish i had met you sooner. even eternity isn’t enough to be with you, mon étoile ❤️
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lewishamilton congratulations guys ❤️
pierregasly congrats on 5! so where's the ring mate? 😂😂
⤷ alexalbon seconding this 😂😂
⤷ hamilfans pierre?? ALEX?? do they know something we don't or are they playing??
valenciacia the caption??? ME WHENNN 😭😭😭😭😭
⤷ f1girliee RIGHTT like "even eternity isn't enough to be with you"???? i'm going crazy.
⤷ leclercwdc i'm about to go take a bath with my toaster rn
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charles_leclerc my favourite actress ❤️ unbelievably proud of you, mon cherie @yourusername.
to be blessed with the love of such a hard-working, talented actress is an honour. you performed amazingly tonight and every other night before.
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yourusername charlie you are such a sap (i love you so much)
⤷ charles_leclerc only for you darling (i love you more)
itsnessa they make me believe in love
⤷ loveleclerc real i don't know what i would do if they broke up
⤷ wdcleclerc i think i would lose hope in love
44britcedes my fav couple 🫶🫶🫶
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yourusername all's well that ends well
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myagramm is the ring on yn's finger a new addition orrrr
⤷ pierregasly i guess we found where the ring is
⤷ leclercism beating the breakup allegations with marriage allegations. only them.
⤷ myagramm PIERRE?? HELLO???
httpsainz is that ring what i think it is
solarpiastri im actually crying they rlly said fuck the break up rumours and decided to start up engagement rumours instead
a/n: might make a part 2 if i feel like it in like 5 months
#f1#formula 1#cl16#charles leclerc#formula one#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc fluff#charles leclerc fanfic#charles leclerc x you#pierre gasly#f1 smau#f1 social media au#charles leclerc social media au#charles leclerc smau#charles leclerc angst#charles leclerc x reader angst#charles leclerc x reader fluff#formula one x reader#f1 fanfiction#charles leclerc one shot
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Satan Birthday Special 100 Fun Facts
1. Satan was born from a combination of Lucifer’s intense wrath and him tearing off his wings, this gave Satan flesh for a body
2. Physically, Satan is the youngest but he is ranked fourth as he is fourth strongest of the seven brothers
3. Satan often fears he is nothing but a lesser copy of Lucifer
4. Satan’s wrath was so out of control after his birth his brothers did anything they could to stop his rages, including tying him in chains and stuffing him in a locker, knocking him out, or holding him underwater until he passed out
5. When Satan discovered cats he burst into Levi’s room demanding to know more about this
6. Satan believes Leviathan is mature in the way he focuses on other people’s opinions
7. Satan has always been a demon and accepting wrath as part of who he was so he did not struggle with his sin like his brothers did
8. Satan treasures the first things his brothers ever gave him
9. Satan’s tail is spiky and you can be injured touching it if you aren’t careful
10. Satan gets angriest over petty inconveniences
11. Simeon believes that Satan always only wearing one sleeve of his jackets is his way of rebelling
12. Satan has a tendency to overthink things
13. Satan does his best to avoid arguing with his brothers even when they annoy him
14. Satan is compared to a cat by his brothers due to his tendency to show up in completely random places when you least expect
15. Satan has connections in almost every industry as he’s easily able to socialize and make friends
16. Satan claims his books are organized in a way he understands
17. Once Satan’s books collapsed on him and he stayed there for several days relaxing
18. Satan enjoys the fine arts and likes going to art museums
19. Satan enjoys theatre and the opera
20. Satan easily gets his hands on rare and cursed objects to the point it impresses Lucifer
21. Satan has successfully cursed Lucifer several times. The worst of them being when he transferred his pain from Solomon’s cooking to Lucifer.
22. Satan originally looks down on manga but changes his mind after reading a bunch of manga Levi switched out in his room as a prank
23. Satan loves watching dramas and mysteries, especially Mid-Fall Murders
24. Due to watching crime shows regularly Satan believed that when dining in the human world you tell the waitress you’d like “the usual” and they’ll know what you mean
25. Although originally Satan complains he’s never beat Diavolo in chess, it’s implied he finally beats him in season 3
26. Satan has a major inferiority complex when it comes to Lucifer which causes him to often doubt himself
27. Satan is subscribed to Monthly Devil Architect’s Digest
28. Satan was once cursed to see everything as cats, he wasn’t the least bit bothered
29. Satan gifted Lucifer a scarf that was cursed to grow eternally
30. Satan doesn’t seem to realize how terrifying his anger is when he is visibly confused as to why his brothers are hiding
31. Satan has hoarded cats in the past and is no longer allowed to have any
32. Satan feeds a local cat he has named Sir Cat
33. Satan gives MC instructions on feeding many of the cats who come by serenity manor
34. When attempting to turn Simeon’s cafe into a cat cafe he “borrowed” a bunch of cats from witches. He was distressed when they were all returned to their owners.
35. Satan once fell asleep with a cat in public and ended up covered in Hell Zakura petals. Solomon thought it was cute.
36. Satan cursed a pizza deliverer for putting pineapple on their pizza
37. Satan desires to be on the receiving end of a loving headbutt by a cat in full force
38. Satan checks cat blogs before he goes to bed as they give him energy for the next day
39. Satan has to be told to stop using cat stickies as he puts them everywhere
40. Satan covered his and Belphegor’s laptops in cat stickers
41. Satan enjoys classical music, symphonies, and Ska music
42. Satan prefers food chunkier than smooth because it has more bite to it
43. Satan enjoys the bitterness of Dark chocolate
44. Satan has said his type is someone he can have a mutual understanding with when it comes to anger
45. Satan has had things thrown at his head multiple times in the game, some of these items include a pillow, a piece of trash, and a pile of pancakes
46. Satan hates baby talk, more specifically when Asmodeus uses it
47. Satan has inherited some of Lucifer’s memories and emotions
48. When Satan was cursed to stay close to Lucifer he would just stare and growl at Lucifer from the corner of the room
49. Satan’s antagonistic behavior towards Lucifer is somewhat compulsive as even he wishes he didn’t dedicate so much time to Lucifer but cannot stop himself
50. Satan let’s Belphegor sleep on his lap even though it annoys him
51. Satan learned how to read ancient human text from Solomon
52. Satan considers Mephistopheles an ally since they both dislike Lucifer
53. In a love survey on B’s Log Satan says he wants to “bind and monopolize” his lover and is the active one pursuing love
54. Satan cherishes relationship anniversaries and special dates of remembrance
55. In a relationship with obstacles, Satan chooses to face the difficulties with passion
56. When it comes to a lover, Satan said he would get jealous easily
57. Satan originally did not understand humans and assumed they’d all be fine receiving expensive items and gems as gifts and was angry when MC did not
58. Satan has ranked his favorite cat positions as stalk-straight tail, slow blink, making biscuits, head butting, and bellyflops
59. Satan secretly dislikes Green Peas
60. Satan is annoyed by the RAD Newpsaper Club account and has the notifications for it turned off
61. Satan says he tends to sleep on his stomach to avoid being hit in the face when his books randomly come avalanching down on him
62. Satan starts all his baths by washing his left arm
63. Satan’s daily activity is petting a cat
64. Satan’s dream is to have a cat
65. On sleepless nights, Satan calls MC because he finds their voice soothing
66. Satan’s motto is “Wisdom is the treasure of all generations.”
67. Satan’s rage emits so much energy it’s too much for humans to handle and can shake buildings and break things without getting near them
68. Satan sends cursed chain mail to Lucifer daily
69. When Mammon could only speak cat, Satan was called to help and he spent the day happily playing with cat toys with Mammon
70. Satan became enraged with Raphael when he was compared to Lucifer
71. Satan is very knowledgeable when it comes to the constellations and the specific stars among them
72. Satan believes Easter is the perfect excuse to throw eggs at Lucifer
73. Satan looks forward to fall as he believes it’s the best season for reading
74. Satan has trouble eating something if it looks like a cat
75. Satan always has a bag of cat treats with him wherever he goes
76. Satan seems to remember exactly where he left off in a book when he falls asleep reading. In an interview with B’s Log he says “Yesterday I was in the mood for The Complete Book of Cat's Paws, but I fell asleep on the Havana Brown page, around line no. 27.”
77. Satan sometimes hums the theme song to mid fall murders
78. Satan’s compliments often sound more like insults
79. Satan originally took Levi to be a nobody with no powers.
80. Satan once used Diavolo as a hostage
81. When Satan wanted to get MC a gift he offered to kill someone for them
82. Satan enjoys a railroad building mobile app
83. In the baseball game in the anime, Satan’s team lost 0 to 666 but Satan still claims it’s the game where he trumped Lucifer
84. Satan owns a book that can enter the memories of whoever first opens it
85. Satan built a life like snow sculpture of Lucifer out of spite, knowing Lucifer would feel uncomfortable
86. Satan once decorated the backyard with cat towers hoping it’d become a cat colony
87. Satan is the secretary of the RAD student council
88. Satan is the one who introduced the idea of second-hand/used bookstores to the Devildom.
89. Satan has a collection of priceless jewels that are rare in both the human world and Devildom. It’s not stated how he got his hands on them but he is alluded to being very wealthy by Leviathan
90. Believing they were lost deep in the forest, Satan initiated sex with MC but they were immediately after found by Beelzebub
91. Satan said if he was in a horror movie he’d be the silent killer “helping” the detectives and frame Lucifer for all the murders
92. Satan once got into a fight with Beelzebub over who liked Devilcat most
93. Satan once went to a riddle event with Solomon and MC
94. Satan bribed Barbatos with rare tea to let him go to the human world alone
95. In an interview with B’s Log he said his everyday small happiness is gaining new knowledge
96. Something Satan believes is absolutely not allowed in front of him is disrespecting cats and is quoted saying “Dare to make disrespectful remarks about cats in front of me. I’ll **** and **** your ****.” — B’s log
97. Satan’s three rules for his daily life are — Read books, play with cats, and make time for yourself
98. When asked if he prefers mature or child-like people, he states he prefers mature people and then immediately references Simeon
99. Satan is skilled with cooking stews and enjoys working with the variety of spices and herbs Barbatos gives him
100. Satan believes his composure makes him “cool” and that he only “very, very occasionally” loses his temper
#obey me fun fact#obey me fun facts#obey me satan#om satan#happy birthday Satan#omswd Satan#obey me shall we date Satan
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