#and the way don has always wanted so desperately to form a connection with ray and now he finally has that its so!!! dont look at me!!

[goldiipond]

iam so insane over the progression between these images

[yostresswritinggirl]

It is time. This took a while but I figured I should give you guys the closure you've wanted, even tho uh it's not really a closure lmaooo. Here's the first part for the new readers!

Xiao's Personal "Chef" Travel Edition

Xiao with a Reader who is not only his Personal Chef but assistant, adventuring together

General/Preparation

A visionless chef with an adeptus by their side, going in a routeless journey together to savor the world that had once been pulled away from their grasps.

It must be the cause of the recent ressurection and defeat of the Lord of Vortex, immobilizing him once more for thousands of years. And in the window time, there would be less worries for the Qixing and Liyue Adepti to worry about. Think of it as a day-off for the Adepti, and a vacation for you.

While you carry with you no traces of elemental blessings and an enthusiasm for swordplay, the blessed Sigil of Permission given to you by your adeptus (whom claimed it was created by Rex Lapis himself before his untimely death) grants you a special connection with Xiao.

Sadly a vacation from Liyue does not mean a break from the constant voices of demons within Xiao's mind. And you've prepared him the medicine necessary to soothe his mind even if temporary, three bottles to be exact, all of which can last him several months.

He looks at you with confusion and silent question, of which you waved away because you had prepared this batch in your room in the Inn to make sure he doesn't run out of stock.

He doesn't tell you this but lately the voices had been not intrusive while he gets distracted by your presence. Like a soothing balm, to numb the effects of the pain. It's still there but not as annoying.

Your adventure or journey usually lingers around Liyue for the first parts of it, looking around the nation to enjoy the sceneries without thinking about errands or protecting the villages from impending doom.

Xiao already uh announced his indefinite leave to the other adepti beforehand, but well, when you wanted to visit their domains, which you countered was PERFECTLY safe (almighty Sigil of Permission has lots of perks) it was a very awkward time for him upon meeting them again. It was inevitable because of the energy the sensed from Xiao and your Sigil.

"Hello again, Guardian Yaksha, were you not on leave?" "Y-Yeah... we're just... passing through"

Field trip with the Adepti!!!! Moon Carver and Mountain Shaper brought you around their domains as if to test you, like Ganyu's trials, while also flexing their achievements and who has the best domain. Humans are rare, but you are a mortal who carries the last blessed Sigil and you're tamed in the ways of the adepti because of your exposure to Xiao.

Cloud Retainer not only teaches you the glory of gliding, but she also has cute and embarrassing stories of Xiao from way back! Xiao is in the background trying not to scream or rage at the ensemble in front of him-

"He really likes collecting Qingxin flowers, always bringing one whenever he comes back from his exterminations. He even offers one to Morax everytime." "Yes, yes, such flowers grow common before, right?" "Wha- (Y/N), what do you think you're writing down in that book?!"

"The devoted that carries the last essence of Morax's powers. We've heard much about you from your adeptus, it is relieving to finally put a face to your name. Tell us, child, what is it that you seek in our domain?"

They pretty much just outted that Xiao talks about you to the others, and he- he's just so done. He's either going to hide, leave the area or pull you out of the conversation before someone *coughCloudRetainercough* starts embarrassing him in front of you.

Once you've gotten the supplies you wanted to collect from Liyue's wild lands, like flowers or ores, your little party will start going further away from the familiar nation.

Comfort on the Streets

Being the chef in the party, a lot of the time, resource collection stops you short from travelling despite the many prepped ingredients you had carried with you. There's a lot of things laying around and you just couldn't let such opportunities go. Your adoptive mother Verr had taught you to indulge in your curiousities, as a mother, as a traveler, and as a cook.

Xiao takes the brute force, the frontline of being the tank and general fighter of your band. He indulges himself with unhinged strength so long as he was sure that you were perfectly safe from his own barrage of offense. You think in the back of your mind that he's enjoying the exterminations but in his mind he indulges himself with your cheers and praises after fending off some pesky slimes that strayed too close to your temporary camp.

Xiao does not need rest and barely breaks a sweat but you're quite fragile of a human being, you still need rest and consumables, things that you had the luxury of despite working in the Inn. Here you were alone to carry your own weight and care for yourself. You look up from the boiling pot that was settled over the bright campfire to see Xiao's figure coming into view, a freshly killed boar in hand as some kind of offering for your sacred stomach.

You guess now the caring isn't one-sided.

When taking things into careful detail that requires precision and undivided attention, it seems the voices of the demons and revelled gods in the depths of his mind disappears, more so under the presence of you.

So it was the perfect opportunity now that no other errands hold you back, to teach Xiao how to make the infamous Almond Tofu.

When you teach him survival he takes into consideration everything despite the bored/blank face he dons.

Oh but he still prefers your way of cooking, he can never get the same soft texture of the jelly that you easily make.

Xiao doesn't really need to eat but he's glad to be your taste-tester for the new dishes you cook from the random, probably edible, ingredients you find here and then.

The stew continued to boil with bubbles popping despite the fire under it extinguished for a while now. It was an unnamed soup you concocted from the various seafood you've gotten from the ocean paired with the meat the adeptus hunted.

It was delicious. Despite being a palette he was not used to, it was something he can stomach. And despite the different meat mixed in, the flavours didn't clash like he thought it would but instead blended the tastes quite well. Xiao hums as he sips the soup politely, tilting the bowl as he gulps down.

"It is manageable, despite your first try, I can see this being sold in one of the restaurants in Liyue Harbour-" he turns to you as he proceeds to hold out his bowl for seconds when he stopped in his tracks, eyes slightly widening a crack at the sight of tears free falling off your chin.

The spoon on your hand was slack, eyes distant yet dilated as you silently cried. When you felt the glove of his hand cup your cheek, tilting your head to make you face him, your expression cracked to that of grief melded with forced laughter. "It's... it's just like what mum used to make." You sob, and his hand wavered from its touch.

Travelling reopened old wounds. For you and for him.

Xiao doesn't NEED sleep nor does he WANT it, despite the many times you had caught him dozing off in the middle of the day during your work at the Inn. Such occasions usually meant that there was an event that needed his aid the night prior.

Your guardian yaksha usually stays up to keep watch and when you wake up, you would find him spaced out or in the brink of passing out, desperately holding himself together

But there are other times when he feels more restless and not content with just standing guard to make sure you are protected—

Those moments are when you are held in his arms, him resting against a tree and you resting against his lean chest, travel blanket laid over the both of you. When the terrain allows it, the sleeping bag would be under your bottom and legs for extra comfort.

When you can't rest, he whips out his flute to play you a soft tune hoping to lull you to sleep. If he sinks into the comfort of the mood, he'll continue playing much softer to prevent waking you up so early

But the guardian yaksha can buckle at the temptation of comfort, a humanistic desire fuelled by the assurance that in his arms you are absolutely safe-

And you two lay under the stars in peaceful slumber. Good night~

Combat-side of Travelling

Kicking the bottom shaft of the jade spear, Xiao swiftly catches it with his other hand, a small smile aimed for himself at the expert action before he raises his eyes back at you where you lay splayed on the floor. Drenched in your own sweat and desperately breathing. A long, wooden stick discarded by your side.

You pried your eyes open when the rays of the sun suddenly stopped invading through your thin eyelids, the shadow of the Yaksha looming over your form with a rare triumphant smirk. "Yeah, yeah, I know what you're gonna say-"

"I told you so."

"Oh hush you!"

His soft laugh was melodic and it made you break a smile despite the exhaustion.

We've already established beforehand that Xiao is your main dps here and you're just support/utility. But you've expressed your desire to AT LEAST pick up some weight, asking the man to help you hone your weapon proficiency, even if you knew he'd decli-

He accepts. Oh. But it's not about swords sadly, it's for polearms. Since it's the weapon he uses, it's the only thing he can teach you.

Will be CONSIDERABLY gentle in training you compared to his massacres, and will be ever so patient so long as progress is made. Surprisingly, Xiao is actually a really good teacher, and you'd find his points to be precise and on the spot.

He'll be there on the side as you try to fight off a hydro slime for the first time, with the aid of your cheap spear you both from the nearest town over. If you get cornered, he'll be there to instantly swoop in. Fortunately you managed, and he gave an approving nod.

Despite his acceptance to teach he's not gonna let you fight actual threats because he doesn't wish to risk your safety. And you're still gonna be a hundred feet away as he does his job

If he ever managed to hurt you himself, it's... it's not gonna be good, not good at all for the both of you... luckily that hasn't happened! Uh, yet lol

Just admire him from afar, he looks pretty anyways, although the black particles that seem to surround him before the end of the fight

But he'll always come back to you, with a slight limp you always notice despite his attempts to hide, and you'll be there to heal him up

Like a knight to his princess? Or healer, more so

And the process rinses and repeats at your generally peaceful trip

"Oh, oh, I see it! Uuup there!"

His honey amber eyes follow where your fingers point, high and up against the cliff until he sees the glimpse of the swaying violetgrass. No orders needed to tell him what the objective is, but as you place your hand on his elbow when he was about to leap, you had different plans.

"Woohoo!" Please be careful, he shouts in his head as you rode the tides of his Anemo currents, gliding over to where the violetgrass awaits for your plucking hands. When the glider retracts as you grip the cliff face, you broke the stem of the flora. A eureka in your voice as you held it up like a treasure before pushing yourself off the cliffside.

The wind on your back was not harsh, carefully constructed and maneuvered as you seemingly float down into the arms of the awaiting Yaksha, as per routine of your retrieval, "Thank you!"

"Is it in good condition?" It didn't bother you that he has yet to put you down, nodding with a grin as you gently waved the perfectly grown violetgrass in your hand. Satisfied, he turns around to go back to your route when

golden, brown and white silhouettes entered your peripherals among the turn.

"Eh?"

"Ah?"

"Traveler, Paimon and Zhongli?"

"Well, it is the most intriguing that we meet again this far out and in such a circumstance, Xiao and (Y/N)."

Party gained 2 ½ members!

I noticed upon writing that after you started travelling with Xiao, the formality in your tone of speaking started to dissipate. Easing into the comforts of your relationship with him, Xiao is relieved.

@kookieyachi @moaa @dandelion-dreams @zelos-simp @legionqueensav @snackgod @rxsalinee @cala-ran @wind-wheel @witchsungie

[theladyismyshepard]

Mother Miranda

#7 prompt fill — Betrayal (Myra)

(Anonymous with a dream, you’re next)

The sun was at its highest peak in the sky, and unleashed its powerful rays upon every inch of the earth. It warmed your skin from the usual chill that lingered throughout the castle, making it feel like winter year round. The Dimitrescu family might be comfortable, but you needed the occasional reprieve that only straight sunlight could provide.

So there you were, sprawled along the grass of the courtyard, your fingers interlocked behind your head as support. Your eyes stared up at the clouds that idly floated away, but after a moment, they went unseen as your focus blurred and shifted to the way your morning had went so far.

A smile slowly twisted the edges of your lips upward, and you didn't fight it. You awoke to red hair in your line of vision, and became acutely aware of the lips peppering the column of your throat with kisses. You had to swallow the dryness from your mouth, and as you did, you felt her smile against your skin before she gently bit down, not even hard enough to bruise.

"Someone's in a good mood," you mumbled, still shaking off the layer of sleep that had you in a haze.

"That is every morning with you." said Myra easily, as if she were speaking of the weather.

You felt your heart pumping wildly in response, and as you briefly wondered if she could hear it, she answered in kind by grazing her fingertips across your chest before sprawling them out and lying her palm flat to your heart.

"Well then tell me what I can do to help keep up this good mood. What do you want to do today?" you asked kindly, nudging against her until she got the hint and rolled over to allow you to hover over her.

"Actually," started Myra, her face already morphing into apologetic. "Mother wants to speak with my sisters and I today. I must be going soon, but I couldn't resist."

You puffed out a small "oh", a little disappointed, but you quickly recovered, giving Myra a reassuring smile before surging forward and connecting your lips in a searing kiss, soothing the line forming between her eyebrows.

"I think I might get me some sunlight today then." you decided, nodding once for emphasis.

"Come find me after," she demanded, pulling you close by the front of your shirt to give one last kiss.

She rolled you off of her, and donned her hooded robe before taking her leave to undoubtedly collect her sisters for the meeting with Lady Dimitrescu. That was how you found yourself sunbathing in the courtyard. The warmth that tingled the top layer of your skin was easing you into alertness, warding off the sleep that left traces throughout your body. Although a thundering crash gave you an extra jolt.

You bolted upright, neck already craned in the direction of the disturbance. A crease formed between your brow when you recognized that the sound had come from Lady Dimitrescu’s office. Dread had you rooted to the spot as you eyed the window, expecting the worst.

You had been given free reign of the castle, but you do have the common sense to know that it is disrespectful to eavesdrop, and Lady Dimitrescu prides herself of her poise and respect. The occupants of the castle were expected to hold the same morals (though Daniela struggles). You knew you should wait and let someone explain when the meeting was done, but the crash was too violent to not respond to out of mere reflex.

You kept your footing light despite knowing they are aware of your presence by your scent and heartbeat alone, and crept along the courtyard until you found yourself ducked beneath the window sill outside of the office. You were uncertain if you had already been caught, but the conversation at hand must have been more dire than originally thought because after a moment, you remained undetected.

“To hell with the ceremony!”

It was so shrill that your brows couldn’t help but to disappear into your hairline. There was venom lacing every syllable of the shriek, and while you were no stranger to fury echoing down the corridors, you hardly heard such harshness come from Myra’s mouth. The silence of the room led you to believe that the other occupants were as stunned as you were.

“Myra-”

“No!”

You had to swallow down the gasp that bubbled in your throat, your hand thrown over your mouth as an added precaution. It was one thing for Myra to lash out, but to outright talk back to Lady Dimitrescu was something that seemed forbidden. If the two sharp intakes of breath that immediately followed were anything to go by, the sisters knew so as well.

“I am well aware that emotion is clouding your perception right now, but you do not ever raise your voice to me.” warned Alcina, her tone clipped.

There was a pause, and you could practically see Myra’s calculating nature taking over in your mind’s eye. The brief silence allowed for her mother to continue.

“As you are well aware, we cannot afford to cross Mother Miranda, especially when your fool uncle already has her on edge with his own mistakes... The ceremony must happen."

You had heard about a man named Ethan Winters evading Heisenberg, and while you didn’t understand the exact severity of it, you knew it was stirring trouble within the castle. It brought enough hesitancy to even have Alcina tentative to call Mother Miranda. What you were wracking your brain over was the ceremony that had prompted this argument. What had Myra so heated?

"Is there really no one else that will do?"

When people speak, you have always listened to the tones more so than the actual words, so you didn't miss the underlining desperation when Andromeda whispered.

What the hell's going on?

"No... I truly am sorry, Myra, it might not seem like I care, but it pains me greatly to have to take away your pet. Mother Miranda chose your human specifically."

You had long since gotten over being referred to as "pet" in the third-person by the Lady, but is she really to just discard of you as such? Your face went slack as it couldn't comprehend which emotion to show first. There was hurt, there was anger, there was fear, and it was coursing through your veins, pumping into your heart. Please don't hear me.

"Yes, mother,"

Betrayal.

There was no emotion in Myra's voice. It was a solid deadpan, and somehow you were able to hear everything she wasn't conveying to Alcina. You know Myra doesn't want to let you go, you know she isn’t allowed to have you lingering around... but you’re still going to be taken away for this ritual for Mother Miranda.

You thought you were something special to these women after your loyalty and adoration for Myra had you squeezing into the family. You thought you had solidified something... but you didn’t, and you wouldn’t mean anything after time had eased you from their memories, something to be forgotten.

This is what I get for eavesdropping, I suppose.

You began to lose your inhibitions as nothing really mattered to you in that moment — Remaining unseen, going unheard, you had no care, not when it appeared as though you were on borrowed time as it was. You gazed back up at the clouds idly floating by and realized that although your world felt as though it was at a standstill, reality would continue on with or without you.

All thoughts of sunbathing had drifted from your mind as you wandered towards the gate at the edge of the property. The exit was just within your sight, and you could run before they thought to chase after you...

Myra.

You turned back to Castle Dimitrescu, a war raging inside of you. You had nowhere else to turn to, and honestly... where could you run? Who could possibly hide you when Mother Miranda had her eyes set on you? It all felt unfair, but you suppose it was bound to happen when you fell in love with a woman whose family’s basement had enough standing blood that it submerged to the calf.

You always wondered when it would be your turn to hang from the ceiling down below, and it came a lot sooner than you had prepared for. You sighed so heavily that it had you closing your eyes. What were you supposed to do now? You could only stand there aimlessly, no real purpose driving you forward.

But you suppose you should start walking back, but suddenly it took everything in you to slowly inch forward, step by step. You had never appreciated walking before... breathing in fresh air... living.

The castle door swung open to reveal none other than the woman who occupied your entire mind. Her back was stiff and she couldn’t keep her hands still. As you approached, you stilled them. Her eyes locked onto yours and there was so much screaming inside of them that she didn’t even need to open her mouth.

“Where to now, hun?”

Her lips set into a hard line, but you know by now that that was her tell when she was about to cry; Her chin always wobbled when she couldn’t contain it anymore.

“We... we are throwing a party.” whispered Myra.

“Oh?” you acted surprised. “When is it?”

She stared down at her feet as she said, “Tonight.”

Your breath was stolen from you, almost like she punched you square in the gut. How could they? That quick? As if you never meant anything at all... You gulped.

“That short notice, eh?” The tremble was getting harder to hide. “What are we waiting for? Can’t keep everyone waiting — speaking of! Who’ll be coming?”

“Only the most important people,” deadpanned Myra, showing no enthusiasm. “Let’s ... get this over with.”

The smile you plastered on was all wrong, it didn’t feel right on your face; completely uncomfortable. The curves were too forced to slip into genuine and natural. Just get it over with... like a bandaid.

You wanted her to fight, wanted her to be angry, wanted her to feel as lost as you, but the emotionless mask she was wearing had you feeling betrayed. She accepted this so easily... she could find a replacement for you before the ceremony was even over.

“Let’s get it over with.”

***

All traces of sunlight were erased from the sky as the moon blanketed darkness across the land. The hours had flown by before you could really blink even, and you were left wondering where the time went.

You and Myra had met up with Daniela and Andromeda inside the castle, and you found that they didn’t have much to say either. However, all three stared you down the entire day. You could feel their eyes boring into you throughout preparing you for the ceremony... no one else had a dress code it seemed. Your white robe contrasted against their black ones, making you stand out as you stood among them.

Myra had offered to bring you a tray full of food, any kind you wanted, but the knots in your stomach couldn’t uncurl enough to allow you to eat a single bite. Your heart dropped even further when you saw her face fall when you denied.

She’s the one doing this to you. To us.

You hardened, pressing on through the day, and before you knew it, you found yourself sitting with the sisters in Myra’s bedroom, just waiting as your time was dwindling. Soon, you could hear Lady Dimitrescu’s heels clacking down the staircase and to the door when there was a sharp rap. One glance out the window and you see that night had fallen.

Myra had become hyper aware of that fact as well, and the nervous energy she held just below the surface was oozing out in waves. Daniela and Andromeda hovered, obviously on edge themselves, but the eldest sister was shooing them away once she noticed you had started trembling.

“My love,” Myra whispered, reaching for your hand. You flinched. “You shouldn’t eavesdrop.”

Your eyes connect, and it was the softest you had ever really seen them. Your vision blurred, and you didn’t even try to stop the tears as they clung to your lashes before you blinked and they spilled down your cheeks, leaving tracks. You gave her a smile that wobbled.

“What’re you gonna do? Kill me?”

The soft smile you’ve come to love waking up to was gone too quick for your liking, and you briefly wondered if that was the last time you’d get to see it. You were seated on the foot of your shared bed, Myra standing before you. You accepted the hands that cupped the back of your neck and the side of your throat, reeling you in.

“I have to do this, please.” The first tear broke free, and you reached up to brush it away with your thumb.

“I know,”

Teeth embedded themselves into your neck, and you couldn’t help the yelp of pain as you felt your flesh tear away. A hiss escaped you as you felt suction, and while you could kind of get into it when the moment is heated, this felt different, wrong.

You felt lightheaded from your blood rushing, but you also burned from the inside out. You’d tear into your own skin if Myra wasn’t holding onto you with a death grip. Your throat stung as well and only then did you realize that your hiss had turned into a scream.

You felt sick to your stomach, but you could tell it was your organs failing you. You could barely keep your eyes open, too weak to fight against the heaviness of your eyelids. You weren’t even aware that she was leaning you back against the bed. You weren’t aware of your blood adding color to your white robe and spilling out into your bedsheets. You weren’t aware of the tears adding wetness to your neck. You merely closed your eyes and accepted the darkness creeping into the edges of your vision.

...

Until you bolted upright in bed, sending Myra toppling back onto the floor. There was a burning sensation in your throat that left you with a haze settled around your brain, unable to focus on anything else.

Not the oxygen that you didn’t require, not the change of your iris color, not even your heightened sense of smell.

A hand cupped your chin, forcing you to look up, and you met worried eyes. She had never looked more beautiful, and you told her as much, relishing in that megawatt smile that you thought you had lost.

“I will never let anyone take you away from me.” Myra vowed, leaving you floored.

Oh how easily you had doubted her love for you before. You felt so foolish for second guessing her now that you stood there, completely reformed for her, by her. You had felt so weighed down by being betrayed that your body completely bounced back and had you feeling ten times lighter.

“Not even Mother Miranda?” You pushed, though you couldn’t rid yourself of your grin.

“Did I not just prove to you that not even Mother Miranda can take my pet away?” she asked, attempting to sound oh so innocently.

“You’re a little brat.”

Before she could get a word in, you pulled her closer to you, capturing her lips into a searing kiss. Nothing seemed impossible or scary in that moment. Not even the notorious Mother Miranda waiting downstairs could stir fear into you. You had eternity to face her after all.

“I love you, you know?”

Myra smiled softly before pulling you into a hug, tucking her face into your neck. A gentle kiss was placed upon the bite mark that turned you.

“You have forever to tell me, now.”

[sparrowwritesforobeyme]

NSFW Alphabet x Diavolos Dad

@fellulahh started a movement, which I fondly call “the devil daddy stan-squad”

It is very inspiring!

So to support this great developement...have some NSFW-Alphabet promts for Dias father.

(Since he is not an actual character in the game (yet!) none of this is remotely canon!I wish....hahah)

A-ftercare

This mass of a man is not used to real affection. He never took a real interest in anybody, neither did he have the time for that.

It actually takes him a while to open up, but even after he feels more comfortable with the relationship, his way of showing affection is more subtle.

For instance he will pull you into him in order to “straighten up the sheets” on your side of the bed. You can be sure that he will just not let you go again.

B-ody

Like his son, this man is huge.

The Demon King takes pride in his impressive height. He loves the way he tower over his lover wherever they go, but also in bed.

You could say that he has a decent size kink!

The thing he lovey about his lover would be their hips and butt.

I headcanon that he is a booty fan! Small booty, big booty, he approves!

You can be sure that his hands constantly leave prints on your deicate flesh from how hard he grabs you.

C-Cheesy

If you thinks that this man is all grim and moody...you are on the right path. He had an image to uphold!

But seriously...I believe that he has the ability to be Cheesy, at least with his lover.

Diavolo probably inherited it from his dad!

But his goofy side will not show during the act itself. Sometimes he´ll tease you during foreplay, but this man prefers passion over goofyness in bed.

D-irty Secret

Is this man the ruler of a whole realm? YES!

Does he enjoy to have his lover ride him once in a while? Hell Yes!

Please give this man the right to watch his lover be on top of him once in a while!

E-xperience

The demon lord is almost as old as time itself, to be fair, he spent a big amount of it in a slumber...but he gained experience.

Demons are just not able to resist temptations!

The Demon King puts his experience to use with his lover, he has a lot of great ways to make you loose control in the sheets (and probably every other surface of the palast)

F-avourite Position

finding positions during sex is quite difficult for the two of you.

while his height has many advantages....sex isn´t one of them

you actually tried quite a few ones, but many tries ended not as expected

Positions like 69 will simply not work out for the two of you

He actually went to the human work in secret and got a book for sex positions to find something that suits the two of you. He´´ll never admit it openly and you can´t deny that it did something to you when you caught him being engrossed in a book about “human mating” (it probably was a porno magazine..this man has no clue of human media), while sitting at his table, looking all serious.

If he feels more emotional, he´d want to spoon you during sex or sprawl you out on the bed in front of him. Looking at you during the deed is the epitum of intimacy to him!

after a while you found many position that work out for you.

His favourite ones include bending you over a piece of furniture or having you ride him.

G-oofy

The only time he´ll break his serious stance in the bedroom is during foreplay

He´ll tease you A LOT

“Hmmm...so wet for me already...quite desperate my love”

“cat got your tongue? How unfortunate...I came up with one or two ideas  how you could use it!”

H-air

The demons King strikes me as a rough type of handsome, but that does not mean that he just let´s everything grow wildly!

He always makes sure to groom his royal area to perfection.

Also he read about humans facination of the happy-trail...he makes sure to adapt

I-ntimacy

being intimate with the devil in person is quite a challenge sometimes.

He is very busy, but when he finds you, he´ll make sure to make up for it in any way you can imagine

Sex with the Demon King (he needs a name srsly) can be either extremely passionate or extremely intimate, this man does not make compromises!

One thing is clear...you are his Queen/Partner and he will make sure that you are satisfied, even if it means that he has to man up and share his deepest desires with you

J-ealos Sex? 

you´re in an entanglement with a King...he knows that there is no one better than him, at first sight at least.

He might have a hard time to admit it to himself, but sometimes he wonders whether he is really capable of making you fully content, since he has so little knowdledge of the human world and it´s culture.

This adorable mass of a man spents his free time listening to you or reading human-literature in order to fully grasp what humanity is about.

So if you actually went to the human world and there was a person that connected with you or talked about some human thing he is not able to understand just yet...he will get jealous.

How cam a peasant believe they can just walk up to the queen of devildome and pretent to be better than the King himself!

He absolutely will show you that he understands you and your body better than anybody else, when you get home,( or in a secluded area nearby)

K-ink

like already mentioned he loves the size difference. It does not matter whether you are tall or short, in comparision you are tiny, also you should not forget that he can influence his human form and he may or may not make sure that he hovers over you at all times.

Demons have their own way of showing affection to their chosen one, one these ways is marking their partner

The Demon King would proudly show off his partner plus lovebites he left on them.

If his partner is a female the next stage for him would be breeding. I can see him getting exited by the thought of seeing his woman swelling with his son growing inside of her, showing the world that she is his.

L-ocation

What use does a palace have if you can´t use it?

He´ll want to sleep with his partner in any place they can imagine, but his favourite places, would be either his throne (serious powerplay...just imagine you riding him, while he sits on his massive throne) or your shared bed (because he knows that you´re most comfortable this way)

M-otivation

Many things get the King going, but his absolutely biggest trigger is you being the Partner/Queen you are.

Seeing you tending to Devildomes Subjects with love and care will make him want to sweep you off of your feet and carry you to your shared bedroom.

Another thing that gets him going is praise. When you call him “my King”, “Your majesty” or simply “love”....you are in for a ride

N-O

What he absolutely would not do is having a threesome with anybody, especially not Diavolo!

Another thing he´d not even want to try is BDSM on him or you. He can get a bit rough with you, but he is scared to hurt you too much if you tried implementing pain in your sex life.

His sadism is dangerous sometimes.

O-ral

He just adores the sounds you make when he goes down on you ang god---- he is skilled!

He likes receiving just as much as giving.

Watching you go down on him, clearly having a hard time taking all his glory in, will make him painfully hard in your mouth.

P-ace

His pace depends on his mood and the situation that lead to sex.

If the two of you jokes around and indulged in a more playful kind of sex, he would be on the faster side, relishing in the lovely souns he can get out of you

If the two of you have a more passionate session, he would take his time and force every little bit of pleasure out of you.

Q-uicky

Due to the time issue Quickies are normal for the two of you, though he prefers to make you scream all night.

Usually Quickies re some sort of teaser to prepare you for whats going to happen this night.

Saying that it happened once or twice that a Quick Round activated his hunger, poor Diavolo( and Lucifer) had to take care of all the work, because the King himself had a meeting to attent

Of course they know his true intention and tbh it´s still hard for them to accept that their friend is now the partner of the Demon King himself, especially since they both showed an interest in you as well

R-efraction Period

a matter of minutes..demons have just more stamina than humans do.

But he will make sure to stop, when you can´t take it anymore!

S-ecret

He was aware of you way before he officially “awaked”

after a while he fell for you, only after that he decided to make a move and claim you as his

The Demon King was aware of his sons plans and watched it all unfold (not being happy at all) but you piqued his interest.

“A weak human making pacts with some of the strongest demons of Devildome?”

T-oys

The Demon is old-fashioned, he prefers to be the the thing giving his lover pleasure, not some damn piece of plastic

Also he is not advanced in technical knowledge, it was quite a shock to him to wake up to a modern devildome

U-nfair

BIG TEASE

it goes hand in hand with his powerplay-kink

the King just loves to see you loose your mind, almost begging for him. It does wonders for his ego!

V-olume

Entirely depends on the situation you guys are in

W-ild Card

Usually he just grunts or groans, but if you have a particularly passionate session, he´ll press orders to his theeth

“Shi- look at me! Don´t look away!”

“Tease me one more time and I´ll make sure you won´t walk for the rest of the week, lttle one”

He enjoys having you nearby at all times, even during work. Usually when he works you lay on a couch in his study and do shoolwork or read, etc

He´ll get moody if you can´t be there due to you having a life outside of the palace and friends.

He wouldn´t say it out loud, but he is slightly jealous that the demon brothers get to spent so much time with HIS Partner

X-Ray

Oh Boy...not saying numbers, but it takes some time to prepare you. This man does not only have big hands...

Y-earning

The Demon King can be needy behind closed doors

From the outside he appears cold....angry at best, but when you´re alone he yearns for his lovers affection.

He´s touch deprived, even if he´s had some...company in the past, it was never on a real intimate level.

This is completely new terrain for him, so he needs to learn how stop the intense craving for you

Z-zzz 

He slept centuries...he needs no sleep

The King knows that you need your sleep and he makes sure you get enough, but as soon as you fall asleep after a rather long session of love-making, he impatiently waits for you to wake up, slowly falling asleep after pulling you close to him.

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Where the Sun Shines: Part 1

(Part 1 of "Where the Sun Shines" from the seventh novel, The Game of Angels and Demons, is here! Within the novel, this story is divided into 3 numbered parts. This is part 1, which just so happened to end at the 10 page mark. Minimal footnotes included. Footnotes don't function correctly on mobile, so I suggest viewing this in an actual browser. Please enjoy!)

Vatican City. An independent country located on the east bank1 of the Italian Tiber River. It is the smallest country in the world, and to the 1.1 billion Catholics scattered across the world, it serves as a strong international community.

There is a department there called The Seat of the Disciples.

Within the organizations existing at the heart of the Vatican, The Nine Sacred Departments, the recognition and acknowledgment of beatification2, canonization, and existence of holy relics occur in the Canonization Department; while there is another department in which “miracle reports” are collected from around the world and then undergo strict investigations. They are then presented to a committee of eighteen cardinals who judge whether or not they should be recognized as true miracles. Among those working there are scientists, doctors, historians, and specialists in many other fields.

Roberto Nicolas was employed by the Seat of the Disciples as a cryptanalysis and folkloristics expert two years ago, and was still a novice miracle investigator.

A Monday in April, when bright rays of light poured down. It was a holiday for the Seat of the Disciples, as well. That day, out of all of the days in the year, was especially important to Roberto. In the morning, after finishing his prayers at the nearest place of worship, Roberto headed to St. Bernardo, the boarding school near his home.

St. Bernardo was Roberto’s alma mater, and was where he lived before attending the University of Rome. It was also a place overflowing with memories.

Upon entering the school grounds, he could hear the clear singing voices of the choir from a section of the building. He could see students in their navy blue uniforms and red ties running around the campus and playing soccer.

Roberto made his way to a certain part of the school.

There, in that old, beautiful library, massive mahogany bookcases filled the room, their shelves packed with an extensive collection of everything from adventure novels to philosophy books. The smells of ink and paper typical of old books wafted throughout the room. Outside a large, wide window was an elm tree, and the sunlight filtering through its leaves shone down on the reception desk brilliantly.

In the past, a single boy stood there. A beautiful library committee member with straight black hair. He was an upperclassman three years older than Roberto named Josef Lycolas Bartridge.

Roberto gently took a single book from the shelves. He then left the library and headed for the deserted, quiet place behind the building. It was in the grove of trees between the shed that housed the tools they used for annual events and the hutches they used for raising rabbits and chickens. Roberto often spent time there.

Before he entered St. Bernardo, he was in an abbey-operated juvenile facility. Before that, he lived with a man he called his "uncle" and his wife after they took Roberto from a police hospital.

Other than his name, Roberto had no memories of his childhood.

He listened to the whispers of the adults around him, and vaguely understood that he had seen something terrible, became ill, and lost his memory. However, talking about that was taboo, so Roberto didn’t even consider wanting to ask about it further.

He remembered doing things like sandplay therapy3 every day at the police hospital. Then, when his “uncle” could no longer support him, he was sent to a juvenile facility. Within the facility, which had been set up as an elementary school with strict rules, Roberto was treated as a “child with issues.”

The biggest reason for this was because he couldn’t speak to anyone.

Roberto truly couldn’t talk to anyone. Even if he tried to speak to someone, the words wouldn’t come out.

People talked to each other normally. That was odd to Roberto.

He lived as if he were wrapped up in a special membrane that prevented him from forming any kind of connection with the outside world. Whenever someone spoke to Roberto, the words would pass through that membrane as what he could only perceive as meaningless, grating noise. Because of this, Roberto was extremely shy, and without being able to speak, he was a problem child who could not fit into his surroundings.

The Sisters and Fathers taking care of the children at the institution saw Roberto as a nuisance, and to Roberto, they were also unreasonably bothersome. They desperately tried to force him to read Christ’s teachings aloud, and in accordance with their strict rules, when he was unable to, the rod was brought down on him. Each time, Roberto would react by closing his heart off even further.

However, to his good fortune, there was someone there who understood him. That person was none other than the head of the institution, an old pastor named Father Lombardo.

One day, Roberto was taken by the head priest—who was also in charge of his elementary education—to Father Lombardo’s room.

Father Lombardo’s room was very simple, with a large decorative cross and a landscape painting being all that Roberto could remember.

The pastor was wearing black glasses—he was blind. However, Roberto felt that he could see much more than what those with sight could see.

“Roberto, greet Father Lombardo,” the priest told Roberto in a strict voice. Roberto was startled, but of course, he couldn’t get any words to come out.

“Roberto, knock it off. You should be able to talk just fine. We can’t always give you special treatment. I told you that you would have to do this today.”

Roberto hung his head. The priest made an annoyed face, grabbed the back of Roberto’s head, and forcibly made him bow.

“He’s always like this. He’s truly a child with issues,” the priest said.

Father Lombardo, with his unseeing eyes, stared at Roberto. Roberto honestly felt as he if he were being looked at.

“Hm. So, in these past two years, this boy hasn’t spoken to anyone?”

“No, not at all. He shows no response to anything we tell him, and we’ve never seen him play with any of the other children, either.”

“However, that doesn’t mean he has a mental disability4. From what I’ve heard, according to the chairman, his test results are above average…”

“That’s true. However, he can’t live a normal life as a student like this. Once he’s finished elementary, I believe that he should be sent to the abbey.”

“Hm…”

There was a long silence.

Roberto was terrified under Father Lombardo’s incessant gaze, as if he were completely exposed.

“No… In the past, those at this institution with exceptional grades were given assistance in attending St. Bernardo Boarding School. We can’t exclude him from that simply because he can’t speak. If we do, it will seem like the church is discriminating against children with such problems. And… as far as I can tell, this boy, Roberto, is completely fine. I’m authorizing it: send this boy to St. Bernardo. If anything happens, I will take responsibility.”

“Are you sure? This carelessness may cause trouble for you in the future, Father.”

“It’s fine. Roberto.”

Roberto, who did not understand what kind of conversation was happening in front of him, was simply hanging his head.

“Roberto. Please make some good friends.”

Roberto’s life changed immediately after that. He left the facility and moved to the boarding school.

St. Bernardo Boarding School was a strict Catholic school full of children from very respectable families, and had a middle school section, high school section, and college prep section. While students would normally be placed in a six-person room and become accustomed to living together, for Roberto, the troubled child with good grades, as soon as he saw this, he decided on living in a small, one-person room.

Even so, being a child from an institution, he wondered if he was being watched around the school. There, he was suddenly thrown into a melting pot overflowing with young boys.

Every morning before class in a small church on campus, they would read scripture aloud and interpret it, and pray. “Merciful Jesus,” “Man of Truth,” the priests praised, and asked for all suffering to be resolved as they knelt in front of the statue of Christ. But even as he looked at the statue, Roberto couldn’t believe the scrawny, shabby man hanging from the cross was the Savior.

On top of that, he could only interpret the Bible as sounding like a journal of nonsensical daydreams. Looking back on it, it seemed like he didn’t believe in any of it back then.

As always, he was unable to speak. He also became anxious when people would address him, so even when his name was called in class, he wouldn’t respond. Not even he knew what made him so stubborn back then.

The one thing that could be said about him with certainty was that he was always alone.

That, and the other students all existed in bright, sunny place. They always talked, always laughed, and always had fun playing together like little puppies. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t enter that fun, enjoyable place.

Sometimes the boys would get lonely at the boarding school and would talk to each other about their parents. Parents seemed like very special and precious people, and being separated from them seemed to be difficult. But Roberto had no memories of his parents, and as such, he couldn’t understand their sorrow.

Faith, joy, sadness—Roberto couldn’t understand any emotion.

Still, he understood his studies, so that was a way for him to somehow spend his time at the school.

But unlike the bookworm he is now, Roberto didn’t choose specific books to read back then. There was nothing that he truly wanted to do. He simply studied because it was necessary to learn material for class.

Roberto had the labels of “child with issues” and “weird kid from an institution” stuck to him.

Perhaps that should have hurt him, but he was numb to such a feeling. He simply had the memories to not get in anyone’s way, and of hiding himself.

What interested Roberto most was the deserted, quiet area behind the library. It was in a grove of trees between the shed that housed the tools they used for annual events and the hutches they used for raising rabbits and chickens. There, Roberto had the pleasant shade of the trees, and a spot where the sun shone . During breaks, he would go there and spend time staring idly at the clouds. Only then did the inside of his heart become clear, and he could briefly experience peace.

He didn’t want to stand out, but thinking back on it now, he must have stood out as a mysterious child with heretical behavior.

He must have noticed him, too. This place is in plain sight from the reception desk in the library.

Roberto looked in the direction of the library from where he was laying under the elm tree, thought of his past self, and chuckled.

Vatican City is actually located on the west bank of the Tiber River. ↩︎

A recognition accorded by the Catholic Church of a dead person's entrance into Heaven and capacity to intercede on behalf of individuals who pray in his or her name. ↩︎

A specific form of nondirective play therapy for children using a tray of sand and toys. ↩︎

The priests and nuns refer to Roberto as 「問題のある子」- literally, a child with problems. This is similar to “problem child,” which in Japanese is a single word: 「問題児」. However, given the context and Father Lombardo’s comments, the “problem” the priests and nuns are referring to when they call him a “child with problems” is their concern over him seeming as if he has a mental disability, given that he does not speak or respond when spoken to. He’s different from a typical “problem child” in that he doesn’t act out or cause trouble; it’s more of an insensitive way of the priests and nuns saying they think something is mentally wrong with him and subsequently punishing him for it (like hitting him with the rod). ↩︎

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Assassin Arjuna ( truth is the ghastly monster hiding in your ribcage )

Background

A concept that normally wouldn’t be possible given Arjuna’s background as a noble hero, this particular manifestation is based on all of Arjuna’s negative qualities that are witnessed in his second interlude and the arguments/controversies regarding his actions in the Mahabharata. This Arjuna is vindictive, manipulative, and someone who rejects the “heroic” qualities that were thrust upon him throughout his lifetime. He does not trust others, least of all his Master, and is not above lying or backstabbing others in order to get what he wants. That being said, Arjuna will almost never act out on his true personality and will continue to behave as he might as an Archer because it would be too obvious were he to display more of his chaotic nature. As a person, Arjuna is incredibly composed and conscious of his actions, treating everything he does as a move in chess and carefully planning his course with an unsettling amount of deliberation in his choices.

The truth of the matter is that this is the part of Arjuna that he tried to hide desperately for so many years, afraid of recognizing that the reflection in the mirror—the shadow he has been calling Krishna after all this time—was merely another part of himself, part of the hero that was “Arjuna.” But because Arjuna still cannot accept that, this alternate version of the Awarded Hero exists to represent all of the cruelty that somehow spilled out like a tipped inkwell, drenching whatever heroic qualities the great Jishnu was known for with the cowardly stain of a wicked killer, a man who would permit himself to stoop to low levels if it means attaining victory.

In battle, Arjuna adopts an extreme backline position as a sniper who can shoot from extreme distances without ever revealing his position. He is an extremely difficult Servant to handle and in most situations he will perform on his own accord with little consideration for the safety and well-being of his Master ( there’s a very high chance that Arjuna will immediately kill his Master upon being summoned ). His biggest drawback, however, is that he cannot handle extended battles and the more worn out he is, the more his true personality will unfold, thus revealing the truth of his existence as everything the true Arjuna ( Archer ) rejects.

Stats

Strength: B Endurance: C Agility: A Mana: B Luck: A++ Noble Phantasm: A+

Class Skills

Independent Action: A It is possible to take action even without a Master. However, to use Noble Phantasms of great magical energy consumption, backup from the Master is necessary. At Rank A, it is possible for a Servant to stay in the world for about a week without a Master. Upon manifestation, Arjuna immediately places a block on the mental connection between Master and Servant so as to keep any indication of his true identity a secret.

Presence Concealment: B Hides one's presence as a Servant. Suitable for spying. It is possible to disappear and become extremely difficult to be detected. The rank of presence concealment drops considerably when preparing to attack. For Arjuna, his Presence Concealment drops to D when he attacks.

Magic Resistance: C Cancel spells with a chant below two verses. Cannot defend against magecraft on the level of High-Thaumaturgy and Greater Rituals.

Divinity: B The measure of whether one has Divine Spirit aptitude or not. At high levels, one is treated as a mixed race of a Divine Spirit, and the level declines when the Heroic Spirit's own rank as a Monster or Demonic Beast raises. Arjuna is the son of the Thunder God Indra.

Personal Skills

Double Summon: A It permits a Servant to simultaneously possess Class Skills from two distinct classes. In Arjuna’s case, he possesses the skills of both the Assassin and Archer classes while appearing as an Assassin.

The Awarded Hero ( Fake ): EX A Skill representing the great hero Arjuna, where he was always loved the moment he was born. Anyone would occasionally give Arjuna the thing he needed at the moment. He will not lack in anything, as long as he doesn't have an active cause, like a curse—this is the original effect of the ability. Now stained with the falsehoods of his negative aspects, this ability applies to the world that Arjuna’s body inhabits as it shifts and alters in order to benefit him as long as he continues to hold fast to the hate burning deep inside his heart. Oceans will rise and earth will tear itself into shreds all because of Arjuna’s fierce desire to be loved by everyone and everything around him, even if it causes destruction along the way.

Mana Burst ( Flames ): A A Skill that came attached to his Noble Phantasm Agni Gandiva that he received from the God of Flames Agni. Jet-like burst of mana is released, not from his body, but as propulsion for his arrows, allowing them to pierce Arjuna's enemies faster than a rifle.

Noble Phantasms

Agni Gandiva: Flame God’s Yell ( Anti-Unit, Rank: A )     A Bow of Flames that essentially cannot be handled by humans (mortals), awarded to Arjuna by the Flame God, Agni. Normally just a regular bow, by activating its true name, its arrow becomes a missile engulfed in flames. It is not a homing missile, but since Arjuna is an archery genius, its precision is of that of a homing missile anyways.

Anjalika Astra: Arrow to the Neck ( Anti-Unit, Rank: A )      The skill that defines Arjuna’s placement in the Assassin class. A surefire technique that will always aim for the enemy’s neck, the arrow launched by Arjuna’s utterance of one of his many names referenced in the Mahabharata will constantly follow his enemy until they die. No matter how far the target goes, how many obstacles stand in the arrow’s way, it will always strike true no matter what. It is the culmination of Arjuna’s obsession for Karna as well as the part of the legend where he decapitated his eldest brother while he was unarmed and struggling to pull his chariot from the mud. If such a skill was used against Karna, the original target of this fateful arrow, it will surely end with tragedy ( in a way, you can consider it an Anti-Karna Noble Phantasm in the same vein as Mordred’s Clarent Blood Arthur ).

Additional Details

Alter’s design will tentatively be this until I refine the design further.

This is the ironclad rule when it comes to Alter: he will always act and behave like Archer!Arjuna and will almost never give any hints to his actual class/identity. The differences are extremely—extremely—subtle and only an extremely rare few with the perception to pinpoint it should be able to see Alter for what he truly is.

He doesn’t smile often because, admittedly, that’s one of the few things he cannot do that he cannot do that his Archer version can ( when he does smile it’s infinitely disturbing, like staring into the face of death itself ).

Chances are that he will reveal to himself as Archer to his Master and will never reveal any information regarding his Double Summon skill simply because his Independent Action skill is ranked high enough to where he can bypass that even with the attempted use of a Command Spell.

While he doesn’t have Pashupata in this class, he still has minor access to his other astras including the Brahmastra ( in the form of a powerful arrow ) which is his typical go-to weapon when not against tougher opponents.

Despite preferring to attack from a distance, Arjuna also carries along a knife with him that, while normally used to carve arrowheads and used more for utility, he is able to use it with extreme proficiency and often employs it as a sneak attack when the enemy least expects it.

He has an odd habit of referring to himself in the third person when mentioning his Archer version. This is because Arjuna himself always refers to Alter as either “Krishna” or “Black,” thus causing a disjointedness to his sense of self.

When it comes to a war with Karna, Arjuna will immediately hone in on him, caring nothing for anything else but to fight Karna. This obsession of his makes it rather difficult to establish an understanding because it’s so ingrained into Arjuna that not even he can explain why he continues searching for his brother only to kill him in the end.

His wish for the Grail is still eternal solitude in a sense. What he wants from the Grail is to be in an existence where it’s just him and Karna where he is able to fight and kill his brother to his heart’s content. The result of this wish will cause an endless cycle of reincarnation and death for the two—an endless game of cat and mouse. While the Heroic Spirits will remain recorded in the Throne of Heroes, copies of their souls will be reborn over and over, with Arjuna’s on an endless search to kill his brother until he is satiated.

Fundamentally, Alter is just as insecure and fearful of his own self as Arjuna because he is the culmination of everything that Arjuna dislikes about himself but also the ideals that the world around them shoved onto a youth from the day he was born. The things he does, on an subconscious level, are all to protect Arjuna from the shame and embarrassment of Alter’s existence, which is why he actively plays the fool and attempts to act as closely to Arjuna as he can without going overboard. This overprotectiveness, of course, is extremely limiting and unhealthy regarding Arjuna’s development as a person and it’s him coming to terms with his Alter self that will culminate in him finally stepping forward to becoming a better person.

Keeping in line with Karna Alter’s appearance, Arjuna also possesses dark sclerae and his eyes and hair take on even more of a dark blue appearance. Commonly in combat he dons his hood as well as a half-mask which conceals his eyes and also serves as a pair of binoculars which react to his mana, allowing him to shift modes of vision ( heat, x-ray, night, etc. ) if his own near-perfect eyesight cannot do the job themselves.

The symbol on his cape is a modified version of Indra’s vajra—his father’s signature symbol/weapon as well as a weapon that was bestowed unto him during the Mahabharata—while also bearing eight appendages in order to look like a spider. This symbol is unique to Arjuna Alter only and is perchance one of the vaguest hints he can possibly give to his true nature as an Assassin and an Alter.

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Kanye West - The Lyrical Genius - Biography Full HD 2018

Kanye West - The Lyrical Genius - Biography Full HD 2018 I got ta follow with these rappers, but you know I'm your favorite, but I'm not safe mmm. But that's why love me when someone comes up and says something like I am a god everybody says who does he think he is just told you who I thought I was? Oh God imma. Let you finish, but Beyonce had one of the best videos of all time, and I immediately knew in this situation that it was wrong. I got the answers. You ain't even doing education.   Y'All Had me scared of myself of my vision. Do do you feel down being free and I'm thinking your own, take no follow. Okay, Tania Omari West was born on June, 8th 1977 to a middle-class family in Atlanta, Georgia. His father Ray was a photojournalist for the Atlanta Journal newspaper and he was politically active within the Black Panther movement and he later became a Christian counselor. Kenya'S mother, dr. 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And all this time Connie has been getting encouraged to move away from Chicago to New York City, the birthplace, and, at that point, everything sort of fell into place. Two of his friends who had been producing for told them they will leave in him. His landlord comes to him saying too many people are hanging around your apartment. You'Ve got a goal: you're evicted. He threw everything into the u-haul truck and made his way in New York and doing store, put all his eggs into one basket. So Kanye winds up in Newark, New Jersey and through his connections. His beats make their way to Jersey. The first song that these two ended up working together on was a Rockefeller song and Kanye wasn't blown away by jay-z others. He wanted like the New Jersey, the swag jay-z. Basically not the old-school in prospective reasonable doubt jay-z. He was hoping for a record that would blow his reputation and that wasn't what he was getting from jay-z at all, but the connection was made and Kanye ended up. Producing some songs for The Blueprint album, which, in my opinion, is the greatest album jay-z has ever made so Kanye would literally build the tune, build the chorus. Have the melody, ready and all jay-z would have to do? Is Canyon City go and he'll actually, then fill that with the word. So it started by Kanye playing heart of the city to Jersey, which is actually meant for DMX. Jesus was like that I'll. Take that and then it's a play, another one play another one playing it on and within two weeks the blueprint was done. I'M off the train, I'm from Chicago. I got $ 10 in my pocket right now and I'm just having an opportunity to play. Ds beat so I'm it's like I'm just. This is like the moment of truth. For me, Reyes and I play another - beat, don't play another D for me that that album was peak Jersey. That was classic Jersey because it was a perfect blend between conscious rapper and you know so I basically take over is one of the hardest records to ever. Be released in rap music is pure aggression. It was one of the biggest dis records ever made. It sort of goes under the radar, because now's made ether which is seen is the better lyrical song, but as a musical district would take over in its fucking evil forms and ten years I could divide, that's one every let's say like he just broke him down And with upbeat in the background it was like, even though nas came back from it, it's unbelievable that he'd managed to because that was one of the most underrated diss records of all times, two or three minutes later I don't know you know it was like this. He just tapped me on a show. He said: hey shit, it is, though, featured it is a Kanye made the main song on the blueprint. It was the hit single issue that is all and that sort of set the tone for the entire album Jersey stumbled across a formula of a contrast between kids sounding singing with a grown-ass man rappin and for some reason, with his sound advice and with his tone Of the song it just gels like peaches and cream, it's almost like a kid's song, but then Jesus arrived in on it basically and because of that you're appealing to a mass audience, you've got anyone can listen, it would basically and enjoy it. I feel like heart of the city and never changed just go hand in hand because they're both classic songs like they're, both is pretty much as good as anything jay-z will make, and you can hear it never change the influence of Kanye. When you see him, I'm still fucking with clown, because grandpa's like it even sounds like Anya's voice, you can tell Connie is set on fucking, say it like this part of the city is a classic jay-z song in the sense that he's not really talking about anything That emotional or that deep it just sounds good and the reason it sounds good. It'S cuz fucking Kanye made it sound good. He made that sound amazing. For me, it says a lot about Kanye when you look at the best version of jay-z we've ever seen was produced by an early version of Kanye. Kanye gave the album a sound like no one else, huh, despite Kenya being respected as a producer. Now he still wasn't getting the respect as a rapper. He was going for a record label after record label performing a play in his songs to them. He had jesus walks, punked that was done, and people weren't interested that wasn't mainstream rap at the time. This was 50 cent. He'S shouting see you Nick not Jesus walked on year was even had a Rockefeller party, where everyone was just playing songs, having a good time dancing and enjoying themselves. He stops the music, but Jesus walks on and performs it in person. No microphone. Just shout me in front of everyone to impress people he was desperate. He really wanted to show people what he could do from what I've heard. It didn't have the desired effect. Her party people were a bit like weirded out by he would be. He was close to getting signed by Capitol Records and damn realized just in time that if Rockefeller loses him as an artist, we also lose him as a producer, and so Kanye was given his Rockefeller chin and welcome to the team. At that point. Granted Kanye only went from being a nobody to jay-z's mate, but still in the eyes of the public. That'S massive that gives you an opportunity to grow off of somebody else's Fame. It was just what he needed and just as everything was not enough for Kenya, he was driving home one night in October 2002, after a long recording session in the California studio when he fell asleep at the wheel and was involved in a near-fatal crush. This nearly killed him. This changed his face forever. He was on an interview talking about how, when he used to smile, you'd, see both sets of teeth, and now you only see the top set of teeth. This is how much has changed it. The accident was so painful. The first two or three days were like some of the worst pain in my life. I would not wish this on anyone, except maybe three people, I'd love to know who those three were by the way. I was scared because you hear about people dying in surgery and this injury is dealing with my breathing. I had so much blood coming out of my mouth every twenty minutes. I had to have one of them suction type things. It would be so much mucus and blood up until this point, Kanye had been surrounded by some serious people in hip-hop people who'd suffered and made other people suffer, people have been stabbed and shot and had to sell drugs to get by and knowing what it's like To have nothing, and can he, on the other hand, living with a well-educated mother and being raised the right way just wants to make music? He just wants to bounce around on stage and he's happy to be there. He couldn't relate to what other people had been through, but I'm a rapper from the heart like I got something to say you don't say and people like you. What'S your friend a rapper bad, you never so crack out your house and put a gat to a mouth and put your fist to your spouse, so how you gon na move the crowd. I bet a thousand that you get booed out and now. Finally, he himself was in pain. He himself was suffering when you go through pain like what Connie is in and you're in agony. It teaches you a lot about life that you can only find out if you go through something like that and that brought new levels to who he was as a person a place he can now go to which he couldn't have gone do before, and he channeled That into his music, if you nearly died - and you realize your own mortality - and you know that I've only got one shot, and this is such a short period of time, I'm going to be on on it. It makes you think about everything differently. They even wire. My jaw wrong, so they'd have to break it again and wire it back in the right place. Two weeks after the accident, kanya returns to the studio with a jaw headshot and records a career-defining song called through the wire. I got a do a joint that if it wasn't for this one right here, I would have never made it this far. What I like about Kenya is is very good at the first line of a song getting you in so the point where, in ten years time, when no one ever is heard through the way that we've people watching this right now haven't heard through the wire in A long time and I'll City I'm say, are drinking loose for breakfast and insurer for desert. Like those straightaway. You constantly know the rest of the song because it he's just he's. Fucking got you I'm not like what happened that I read that I think what the fuck happened story on MTV, but I'm trying to make a bonus where this right here history in the make and one like to say that on your first song, that's coming off The album your first fucking album and call it history in the make in that request and fuckin self believe, most first songs, even Eminem hi. My name is like he wasn't going out history in the making. You know that sums can yield for me, like I remember where I was when I first heard through the wire. I was it one of me: mates houses, he loved Kenya from day one. I was more of like a gangster, a farmer. I would just remember: yeah you had to take notice of it. It was such a distinct, sound and different than what everyone else was doing at the time and the fact that he was telling such a compelling story, and it was documented on the video, the the car accident. You knew so much about him from one song. I'Ve heard Eminem say he always try to get who he was across in that first, like that's, why I did hi. My name is, and the real Slim Shady honey. I did that in a different way, by telling such a fuckin good story and bringing it a life on the video yeah. I can still picture now coming down the banister, I'm a grown ass when I should be like that for stupid idea, but I'm a champion. So what tragedy to try after releasing through the wire Kanye, would get to work on his first album. You would also release a mixtape in the meantime called get well soon because he delayed his album three fucking times. Didn'T you Canyon, perfectionist from day one this lad, but when we got it, we could see why this album cut the pulled the car near to the top-ten rappers in the world overnight. If he came in overnight celebrity, that's trust I would say, and the world received the college Talib Kweli try Called Quest De La Soul like all of those type of rappers. He definitely took inspiration from me on this, but the difference was his rut was like that. They don't really get the beats. The music behind them to turn them into Superstars and Kanye created his own. The biggest rapper in the world at the time was 50 cent. He was coming out wearing a bulletproof vest Connie who came out wearing a pink polo t-shirt and dressing up like a teddy bear. Rappers at the time are talking about killing people and selling drugs. Kanye comes in. He talks about selling clothes at the gap. His car accident, he talks about talking to God, he talks about being self-conscious. He even takes the piss out of rubbers with Ludacris at one point that is Kanye showing he's different and that you can do rut differently and still be successful. Nobody believed that at this time, Rockefeller and even basically said this - is a write-off like if it, if it isn't successful and halfway through, we realize that we'll just get a rapper to take the beats off him and we'll get someone else to not get album out. Like since then Carney has gone full-on Louis Vuitton Donna, but like at the time. He was really quite humble in this and more talking about regular problems that regular people have there's a certain type of person who gravitates towards a 50 cent or a Tupac or an aggressive rapper. Maybe people who think like an alpha male type and I think Kanye just provided a totally different option for people who didn't necessarily want tautly, aggressive music but loved rap for what it was. Women would no doubt be more of a fun than Kanye than 50 cent and people like that, a lot the timing. He opened the market up massively and crossed over amongst many different genres and really has never stopped doing that. Since then. I love the story that Jamie Foxx told when he said how he went in and tried to sort of do it in an R Read the full article

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