#i’m basically only minimalistic in everything

[legendofthe3divas]

EVENIN THIS THAT

Folklore or Evermore?

Sparkling water or still water?

Maximalism or minimalism?

Shower or bath?

Sweet or salty?

Board games or video games?

Take a friend on your family vacation or join their family vacation?

beauty or brains?

Warm blanket or a hot drink?

Serious or silly?

Rich and famous or rich and unknown?

Art museum or history museum?

Vacation or staycation?

Fiction or non-fiction?

Dogs or cats

1. oh a swift question i see imma pick evermore bc i prefer the album cover but i have no idea what songs are in it

2. still waterrr

3. minimalism

4. shower

5. sweet

6. board games probably

7. join their family holibob

8. brains

9. oof both at the same time

10. silly

11. rich and unknown

12. art museum

13. fiction

14. CATS

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~ 09.10 - Michael ~

Dom!reader x sub!michael - reader is gender neutral

Warning: thigh riding, dubcon (becomes consensual), dacryphilia, mind break, sub space, virgin Michael, corruption kink, slight hierophilia, public sex..?, a bit exhibitionist, teasing, kissing, making out, mentioned kidnapping, Michael cries a lot just saying, this is a little sad in the middle

~ Wordcount: 6.2k ~

Nini!rant: requested by @rae-pss - inspired by his evolution date, I SPEND TOO LONG ON THE PREMISE

Kinktober list 2024

It’s been a few days now that you’ve been brought to heaven by Raphael. He did promise you he’ll kidnap you one day, what you didn’t expect was for that ‘someday’ to happen this soon. As to how that happened? Well, the sky was clear that day, so much that he could see your silhouette from the edge of heaven. Leading to him darting down like a hawk who found its prey, and holding you between his arms before flying off again.

You didn’t even have time to yell or reach out to your companions, who were dumbfounded to the point of being frozen in place. It must have looked pretty stupid after all. Once you were brought to heaven, Raphael looked at you expectantly, as if waiting for a treat. “I’m not going to call you 'good boy', Rara, you kidnapped me.” You brushed him off, then sighed and asked, “I can’t go back down, huh?” He nodded his head. “As expected, fine, then show me around here.” This was a reaction he didn’t expect, why did you sound so done with everything—

The next few hours were spent with the little angel showing you around all excited, though he tried his hardest to not wag his tail. You followed closely, looking around this unfamiliar place. There weren’t any kind of fun things or shops in heaven, only houses for residents. It looked pretty depressing, especially because everything was rid of colors and purely white. When he asked if heaven ain’t better than hell or earth, you didn’t have the heart to answer honestly.

Soon you reached the last destination, his own place, where he would spend his nights. That’s when you found out all the seraphim’s sleep together, on the floor, with a thin cushion only. Compared to the devils, angels must have been real minimalists. To Raphael's dismay, Gabriel and Michael were also inside the building. You met Gabriel in the prayer room, where you almost got blinded by his halo. When your kidnapper saw him, he quickly tried to rush you out of the room, but Gabriel still noticed your presence.

“You brought Solomon’s descendant here? Why?” He shot you a glare, ready to put his scythe to use. You stared back all disgusted. “Don’t you dare, Gabriel. They belong to me.” He scoffed, and stood between you and the once-praying angel, to hide your form from his piercing gaze. The two of them were fighting like cats and dogs, basically not paying any attention to you anymore.

Which is why you took that opportunity to sneak away, tender steps as you backed out of the room. You aimlessly walked around their residence, exploring this new world, starting to pity their mundane lives. If you were to spend centuries in this boring place, where everything was white and monotone, you'd become a feral beast as well and probably lose your mind.

Like a miracle, you found something colorful, amid this white paradise. Carefully you stepped out of the building, into what seemed to be the garden. With a gentle swipe of your hand, you opened and closed the door, looking around to get familiar with your surroundings. There were flowers, everywhere, so many that it looked like straight out of a painting. It was simply beautiful. By the looks of it, this could be the garden of Eve that’s so infamous on earth, for this was a scenery so magnificent you didn’t anticipate it.

Heck, it looked a little out of place even, for so many colors to exist on this plain canvas that’s called heaven, as if god dropped a bucket of paint over this secret place. Slowly, you walked along the path to the huge apple tree in the middle. In front of it was a white pavilion, underneath it was a table with six chairs, but two of them had been stacked and pushed to the side.

“Beautiful…” you whispered breathlessly, eyes sparkling with admiration. There were so many kinds of flowers you’d expect the smell to be intense and intoxicating, but it wasn’t. This defied all logic, though you were kind of getting used to it by now. Only if you squeezed your eyes shut and focused solely on the smell, could you feel a sweet scent reach your nose, a scent you couldn’t quite describe. You tried to identify the smell and concentrated really hard, but to your surprise, you noticed a hint of sadness in the undertone of the scent.

Startled, you looked around, wondering if you were going crazy. Then you heard water flowing, no, to be more specific, someone watering the flowers. With even quieter steps, you approached the source of the noise and caught a glimpse of a figure with black hair. It must be Michael, you thought, and wanted to turn around and quickly leave before he tries to kill you, if not for him who mumbled, “Don’t run.” You froze in place, he didn’t even look up from the flowers, still tending to them.

You waited until he was done, nervously sweating as you clenched your hands. He wouldn’t kill you here, right? “Are you going to kill me?” Look at you, so bold, taking the initiative like this. Michael frowned, “Not here, I don’t want your filthy blood getting on my flowers.” So you were correct, Michael was the one who took care of those plants. “Ah.., ermm, understandable, those flowers are very pretty.”

The angel still had that distinct scorn on his face and a breath of arrogance, but he was beautiful nonetheless. His black hair stood out among all the colors, and the feathers of his wing that fluttered softly in the wind, as well as his right cheek which still hasn’t stopped crying. “Obviously they'd be pretty, I’m personally tending to them. Now get out, you are lucky I’m busy.” He walked past you, shoving you to the side and almost making you fall into the flowerbed, before filling up the watering can.

You stared at him emptily, then walked to the pavilion and sat down on one of the chairs, leaning back and watching him. “What do you think you are doing?” Michael then groaned, shooting you a furious look. “I’m looking at the flowers," You answered defiantly. “I thought I told you to get out—”

“Y/n!” Raphael’s voice rang through the garden, and he ran, almost tripping over Michael who was hovering near the entrance. “Urgh- don’t stand in my way, Michael.” When the black-haired angel heard that, he flared up, and his wing also flapped around very quickly, “Bloody hell Raphael, I was here first.” Quickly you stumbled across the yard and stopped the fight from escalating, grabbing the arm of the red angel, “Don’t fight, don’t fight, I’m here Rara. So, where did you want to take me?”

Raphael gave the other angel a final glare, before turning to you, "I haven't shown you your bedroom yet, come." Afterward, he walked away without looking back, holding your hand in his. Your gaze lingered on Michael for a while, longer than intended, before eventually turning around and following the much too enthusiastic boy.

That was your first day in heaven, and the days that followed weren’t all that different. It has become your daily routine to come to the garden, every single day. You were simply infatuated by the exotic flowers, and frankly, because you were curious about Michael. Why was he so dead on taking care of these flowers? Did he like pretty things, or was this simply his hobby? Every day, without fail, you’d bring some snacks and drinks with you and enjoy them under the pretty pavilion. Sometimes, more often than not, you’d be accompanied by Raphael as well.

Michael didn’t like that one bit, but since this garden belonged to all three seraphim’s, he couldn’t forbid Raphael from entering. Whenever you two spend time chatting and eating, he’d try to ignore you. Yet he couldn’t help but steal the occasional glances at the two of you being all lovely dovely. If you were to meet his face during these moments, he'd have an expression of pure disgust on his face, though he would never look away. Sometimes he also stares with an expression that wasn't disgust, it was something you couldn't put your finger on.

Particularly so when you’d pat and stroke Raphael on the head, hug him goodbye, or have him lay his head on your lap while you laugh all carefree. There was something about it, that seemed way too familiar, so intimate that it made him reminisce.

Back to the present, this time you came to the garden alone, which was rare, but not unusual. Michael hovered on the ground, the watering can placed next to him, he found it to be insane how used he’s gotten to your presence. Normally, he'd immediately luge for you and try to murder you, but now he's tolerating you for the sake of Raphael. You walked up to the angel, squatting, looking at the same batch of flowers he was looking at. He frowned at you for a split second, before turning his gaze back to the flowers.

“They are pretty, what’s their name?” You eventually asked, after admiring them for a good second. The flower had a pure white color, it hung from the thin stem, looking like multiple little bells. Michael stayed quiet for a moment, a gentle breeze running through his silky long hair, making them fly up a little. His soft feathers moved gently, proof of how soft they must be, you felt an impulse to reach out and touch them. He pondered over if he wanted to talk to the likes of you, then answered, “Lily of the valley.”

After hearing his answer, your eyes widened, you didn’t expect him to actually reply to you, and so calmly as well, it almost made you flustered. Wanting to continue the conversation, you quickly chirped, “Ah- it’s a pretty name.. erm, do these flowers have a meaning?” His head hung low when you voiced that question, the scent of sadness tickled your nose again.

Since you’ve spend so much time in the garden, you’ve come to understand it was the scent of Michael, who cried all the time. He debated with himself whether or not he should tell you, it was a little too intimate to tell strangers after all, yet there was something about you that made him feel weirdly at ease, and he whispered almost inaudibly, “They remind me of someone.” You didn’t need to ask twice to understand who he meant, instead, you chuckled. The boy grabbed your collar with an angry expression, and snapped, “What are you laughing at?”

You didn’t resist and explained, “Nothing, I’m not making fun of you. It was a bittersweet laugh.” Michael hesitated, the hand clutching your collar trembled slightly. “What do you mean.” He demanded, not even really asking. “It’s just… there’s someone I know who also plants flowers to remember his loved ones.” His grip loosened, and he pulled his hand back, you could swear you noticed his tears flow a little faster. “I think I know the name of the flower as well, it was— gardenia.”

He was a smart man, even if you beat around the bush he was fully aware of the person you meant. Seeing as you got him on your hook, it was time to spill the tea, just for the drama effect. You weren't sure where you were going with this, though you've always wanted to help these forsaken brothers, even if just a little, “but you know, he was a clumsy man. Even though he was the one who told me the name of the flower, he'd mistakenly call the flower ‘Michael’. What a silly man.”

Suddenly Michael darted towards you, tripping you over. You tried your best to not damage any of the plants around you, hands kept to your chest as the male got on top of you, pinning your head between his arms. Your head luckily didn't hit the stone floor, though his weight was a little uncomfortable. That's when you heard him scream, “Stop… acting like him..!”

“Hu-huh..?” The confusion was undeniable in your tone, and you tried to look at the man who was hovering over you. His hair blocked your sight, tickled your skin, and then wet droplets splashed onto your face. Were these... tears? Ah, probably from his- hold up, he was crying with both eyes. You gawked, surprised by his vulnerable emotional state. Guess angels were only neglected children after all. Gently, you brushed his hair to the side, seeing his eyes become watery and spilling hot tears.

Contrary to what you expected, he didn't deny your touch but instead leaned into it. His voice was quivering ever so little as he stated, “You knew from the start, didn’t you? So why.. why did you.. you and Raphael, you two..” his sobbing increased, blurring his sight with his tears. In the end, he stopped pinning you to the ground and straddled your lap.

With lingering doubts, you sat up, watching him wipe his tears with his now equally wet sleeves. You didn't know what came over you when you whispered subconsciously, “Beautiful.” It was what you thought at that moment, your most honest feelings. He stopped for a moment to look at you, then smiled bitterly, muttering, “You two are similar even in that regard..." Suddenly he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your neck and holding onto your back, clenching your clothes tightly.

Without missing a beat, he nuzzled into your neck, sobbing into your shoulder, all quietly, only the occasional hiccup could be heard slipping from his puffy lips. You knew all he needed was a shoulder to cry on, so you patted the back of his head, stroking through his soft locks, using your other hand to grab his waist. “It’s alright. And let me tell you something, I know Lucifer loves you just as dearly as you do." To your surprise he rubbed his wet cheek against yours, then turned to look at you, “…I guess you weren’t doing it on purpose?”

He had a meek smile on his face, an almost embarrassed expression. The tears didn’t stop flowing, though it seemed he calmed down a little. “I don’t know what you mean?” You retracted your hand from the back of his head and wiped his tears away. The angel stared at your fingers for a moment, then leaned even closer to you, uttering, “Lucifer Hyeong would have kissed them away.” For the next few seconds, you froze.

Why did he tell you that...? Was he hinting at you to do the same? Does that mean he thought you were similar to Lucifer?

“May I ask why you think so?” The question was a little out of pocket, but he knew what you tried to ask him. “You know what I... miss about Hyeong?" He looked down, clenching his teeth, muscles tensing before relaxing them again to finish his sentence, "Everything, I-I miss his laughter, his hugs, his soft strokes- And guess what you've been doing in front of me?” You went quiet at the last part, this time you knew exactly what he meant without further explanation.

Though you truly weren't doing it to spite him or with other ulterior motives, you were simply being yourself. The look you had was indescribable, it wasn’t quite pity, but more a cocktail of many emotions. “You…” he began once again, stopping to take a deep, shaky breath, to calm his erratic heart and stop the sobbing, before continuing, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I didn't mean to appear identical to-” you didn’t get the chance to end your speech when he interrupted you, “don’t you dare speak with my brother’s tone, while looking and acting like him.” At this point, you didn’t even know what to do, how could it be that everything you did reminded him of that person? Furthermore, you feared he was starting to have a twisted and possibly delusional image of you, to make you his substitute for Lucifer. You were sick of playing house after all that ordeal with the devils— especially Sitri.

All in all, no matter how similar their image of you and the person they meet in their dream is, you could never become the same. You were your own person, and not whatever others wanted you to be. The only thing you could think of doing was to somehow comfort him, this beautiful man who didn’t understand his own feelings, in a way his dearest older brother would never. So you hugged him, pulling him into a tight embrace, something he desperately wanted and needed.

The results were him crying even more frantically, weeping like a baby bird while he cried out, “I missed you so much, brother.” You didn't like his choice of words. After a while, you said silently, like a soft exhale of air that grazed his ears, “I’m not Lucifer.”

His grip on you tightened, but nothing else happened until you commented, "And I'm not your brother or Hyeong." The angel whined out, “Stop..” yet you didn’t, you followed your statement up with, “Not to mention I doubt Lucifer will ever come back to heaven.” Micheal looked like he was devastated, unable to accept the truth, he was basically begging you now as he yelled, “S-stop! I demand you to stop talking—” You shifted in your seat, now grabbing his wrists with one hand, “Michael, I think the reason he left is because it’s time for you to move on.”

He stayed completely still, arms now placed above his head, cheeks, and nose completely red while he wore this lost look in his eyes. “I’ll say it again, I’m not Lucifer. No matter how I act, I won’t be able to give you the same solace as he does.” Slowly, you guided his wrist to your lips, and bit down, leaving behind a red mark and a flustered Michael. He whimpered at the pain, taking his sweet time to snap back to reality as if he wanted to stay in his own fantasy world. “I can at most comfort you in other ways.” You then added, holding him closer with your free hand.

The boy didn’t struggle anymore, his pupils shook slightly, cheeks rosy as he hid it behind his wing. His face has been decorated with those pretty, shiny water droplets, some even dried off already. “W-what..?” Before he could prepare himself for what you had in store for him, you guided his body to move back and forth on your lap. He almost shrieked at the sudden movement, and then he stared at you with a baffled look.

If he had to describe it, it felt like he was riding a horse, but why were you doing this? Rubbing his metallic chastity belt against your skin, wasn't it uncomfortable? “Hold on to me.” You then said, and he became even more confused. Nonetheless, he obliged all obediently, grabbing your shoulders but taking care to not use too much strength.

This shift in behavior wasn’t because of you, he was still seeing you as that person, as him. With gritted teeth, you pulled down the zipper to his pants, and his cheeks flushed immediately. “Wait! What do you think you are doing?!!” He screamed, obviously not prepared for that bold move of yours. The boy was being so loud your eardrums almost exploded.

Judging by his reaction, you were achieving the effect you wanted, breaking down his idolized version of you, “I’m guessing Lucifer never taught you sex education~?” You joked and stared at his chastity belt. It’s the second one you’ve seen, the first one was Raphael’s. This one looked a little different in shape and color, it was golden, like most of the accessories of Michael. Despite it being a few weeks already, you still remembered clearly how you unlocked that device, which is why it didn’t take long until you freed the poor member of the male from its cage.

Michael stared down at you, unmoving, eyes widened while being as red as a tomato. When he heard the click of the lock, he felt his heart leap for a second. “No- no way.. you opened this? So easily?” He blushed and seemed slightly disgusted by the looks of his erection, which was leaking glowing precum down his shaft. This is also his first time seeing his dick, you almost forgot about the fact, that angels are basically all virgins. Gosh, how cute~

With one pull, you threw his chastity belt to the side, staring at his half-erect dick. “Yep. And- oh my? You are way bigger than your brother?” To be honest, you weren’t even sure if you were impressed or terrified. Michael hid his face with the back of his palm, thighs instinctively trying to squeeze close when a gust of wind blew against his now fully hard cock, though of course there weren't any results, considering he was straddling your thighs.

“No, d-don’t look..! No one should... expect god…” more tears swelled up in his eyes, he was also embarrassed at doing it outside, here so many people could catch you two. It would be blasphemy if anyone saw him in this state, he'd probably rip off his own wings and join his brother in hell if that happened! Knowing that you almost felt bad for him, for all these sexually frustrated and very much depraved creatures.

“Shh, don’t worry, I’ll just help you jack one off. You’ll feel much better afterward.” With that being said, you got to work. Fingers sinking into his smooth flesh, moving him around on your thigh, making him rub the underside of his most intimate parts against your clothes legs. It felt so rough against his perfect and soft skin, and on top of all of it, it felt so weird and so hot. He mewled, unable to fathom all these sensations, eyes searching for some guidance from you. Though you deliberately ignored him, gliding him across your thigh, trying to stimulate the male.

He began trashing around, resisting, pushing you away while crying out, "No! H-hyeong would never do something sinful like this..!! You stop these.. unholy and inappropriate acts!" You only laughed in response, asking teasingly, "But tell me, Michael, doesn't this feel good?" Completely treating his request like some passing breeze, feeling grateful that he was still capable of making his own judgment.

"I- no, I'm not answering you?! Are you trying to slander my brother?" He sounded just a tiny bit angry with you, trying hard to ignore the building arousal in his lower abdomen. "No, I never claimed to be him. Do you understand what I'm getting at, Michael?" His mouth hung open, as if he wanted to say something, yet not a single word escaped his throat. On the other hand, a series of moans and choked-out whimpers reached your ears. "Nghh... ahHh- I, s-still, sto- hnNghhh!"

Not good, he was being swept up by those hellish sentiments, by the temptations of the flesh. Why did it have to feel so hot, and be so brain-numbing? Poor birdy could barely think straight after all that edging on your part. You were way too perverted and too much of a tease to be his kind and gentle Hyeong!

"Y-y/n...! Please, I-I don't want this... it's scary, stop..!" At last, he resulted to pleading, unable to deal with the weight of his emotions clashing and fighting internally. It was the truth that he sought comfort by your hands and wanted you to fill the hole in his heart, but then you went ahead and turned the table at him. He didn't want to be touched by someone who wasn't god... and Lucifer. He also didn't want his first sexual encounter to be with you, or if it had to be done, out in the open in a place like this, where he'll defile all these pure and pretty flowers.

"Don't touch me..!" Even though he was so deadbeat on his mindset, he didn't try to push you away, was it out of consideration for the flowers or because he didn't dare hurt you after seeing Lucifer in you? No, hardly so, you could see right through his facade. He was probably thinking about how awful this situation was, but you knew he was lying to himself.

To prove your point, you stopped, leaning back and using your arms to support yourself off the ground, you apologized almost half-heartedly, "Alright, sorry then, I won't touch you. So, you do as you see fit. Climb off if that's what you truly want." Once again you surprised the angel with your actions, he didn't think you'd be so willing.

Only when you stopped pleasuring him he noticed that he actually missed the bubbly and warm feeling of your touch or that his erection was throbbing almost painfully so. He glanced down in disbelief, humiliation filling his senses. If he had to be blunt he had absolutely no idea how to react to this, so he did the only thing he could think of, doing whatever you did. Mind you his brain was already turned into mush due to all the tension from before.

Skeptically, he rolled his hips along your thighs, squeezing his lips shut in a poor attempt to stiffen his moans. At this rate, he was going to overstimulate himself since he didn't know what he was doing. Pride thrown out of the window while he bit back his shame, desperately grinding against you with that flushed look on his face. Small, muffled whines still seeped through his almost, almost water-tight defense. "Don't you dare... say anything... mhm!!"

He knew how hypocritical he was being, doing exactly what he apparently ‘hated’, that's why he didn't want to hear any mean comments from You. But his body moved on its own, he couldn't stop chasing after his own bliss. Why did it have to feel so good anyway? To drag his cock along your thigh, grinding his pre into your clothes... You watched the show unfold with attentive eyes, smirking as if you were saying, "Told ya". His grip on your shoulders got tighter, almost painful to bear.

Then he laid his forehead against the crook of your neck, body shivering tremendously while he groaned, "I-I... bloody hell... you did this to me." That angelic voice of his grazed your skin, hot and laced with need. "I don't know why I'm.. hngg, reacting l-like this..." He continued, egging you on, not getting to the point. "So, what are you getting at?" Again, you were aware of what he wanted from you, but you wanted to hear it from him personally.

“What I mean is- you... you take over!” Suddenly he leaned back to stare right into your eyes, he was still crying from both eyes. This time you were sure it wasn't due to his self-pity and sadness. You reached out for his cheek, cupping his face. His skin was hot, so much so that your hand felt ice cold against him. He leaned into your touch, lips squeezed into a pout, brows furrowed as he held his gaze low. "I thought you didn't like it?" You cooed, rubbing his tears away with your thumb.

Michael stayed quiet, he couldn't argue with that, he was the one that desperately pushed your touch away. That's why he just slumped back against you, mumbling, "P-please... I don't like— this heat either... make it go away..." Just to mess with him some more, you hummed, tilting your head to the side, "Hmm, I don't know, can't you do it yourself?" Now the angel was gritting his teeth, you wondered if you went too far. Much to your surprise, he pulled you into a deep, clumsy kiss.

The salty taste of his tears grazed your lips, his tongue messily stumbled into your mouth and he slurped and swindled it around aimlessly. You stayed still for a second, partly due to you getting startled, as well as you being in awe about how bad he was at kissing. Perhaps it was his first kiss, how cute, he's willingly gifting it to you. Since he has given you something so valuable, you had to show him a good time now, ain't that right?

Slowly, to not scare him, you moved your tongue as well, meeting his eager kiss with a smile on your lips. Closing your eyes to fully immerse yourself, only after seeing the embarrassed look on his blushy features. While he was distracted, you placed your graceful fingers around his slim waist again, giving him little instruction on what to do. Then, once he got into a rhythm, you moved your leg to meet his thrusts.

His heat and wetness already seeped through your pants, soaking your skin with his sticky substances. Yet you didn't bother, focusing solely on him and his pleasure. After a few sucks on your side, against his willing body, he started moaning into the kiss. Long, drawn-out moans that ended with a high-pitched whine for more, "ahhnnngh.. mhmm-uhm!!"

His hips suddenly jerked forwards, his poor cock was leaking and twitching helplessly, wagging around like some kind of tail. The neglect was impossible to overlook. May it be for his red, swollen tip that was decorated with glistening pearls of pre, or his bulging veins that looked like they were about to pop, it didn't matter. All he knew was he wanted more of this ecstatic, hypnotizing feeling that only you could provide.

Gradually, his movements became faster and more sloppy, your grip on him was so tight that his skin bruised. He choked, gagging on your tongue, throwing his head back to break the kiss. This was too much, too intense..! That poor birdy needs a break, or his brain will melt! Despite that, you grabbed him by his wing and forced him to stay still, lips crashing against his again. The feeling of your hand on his wing only intensified his pleasure, making him more erratic as electricity coursed through him.

You weren't done nor satisfied yet, hence you shoved your tongue down his throat again. "Mffhhmm!! ♡♡~! Y/n- I- nghhH..!!" This sensation, of something tingling inside him, threatened to burst at any rate. How was he supposed to hold himself back? All resistance fell on deaf ears and crumbled, and he felt himself being brought over the edge of bliss and sanity. For a moment that was supposed to be forbidden for him, or downright sinful, he felt strangely warm inside.

He hadn't felt this fuzzy and at ease for a long time, and so, he did what his instincts told him, he embraced the feeling. Tears poured from his eyes like little waterfalls, his face ruined to the point of being unrecognizable, and his wing flapping around in a pathetic attempt to balance out the pleasure. He grabbed a fistful of your clothes, almost digging holes into them as he relentlessly rode your thigh. He felt weak, so powerless like never.

His knees have been shaking for quite some time now. If it wasn't for your hands on his hips, he would have slumped forward and fallen into your embrace, that was how weak he was. More sweet whispers of pleasure slipped from his swollen lips, sending a tingle down your spine. "Hmmm... m' su-sumthin's cummin'..!♥︎♡!!" Michael tried to warn you, head so empty he couldn't form proper sentences. Not to mention you were still making out with him, rendering it almost impossible for him to speak coherently.

His dick twitched around a few times again, the tip was rather rubbing against your belly than your thighs, leaving behind strings of pre in its wake. Finally, after an eternity of tension and promised pleasures, he felt himself reaching his limit. The feeling was nothing he had ever experienced before, he couldn't even try to put it into words that was how mind-blowing it was. With one last meek try to warn you, which ended up sounding more like a high-pitched shriek of bliss and pure, primal ecstasy, he came all over the two of you.

“MhNMHHH~ aaAhHHnNNGGh♡♡♥︎♡♥︎～!!” Tridal waves of pleasure surged through his veins, making him shudder due to the intensity. His toes curled, wing flapping uncontrollably as thick ropes of white cum spurt out of his way too-overstimulated dick. It splattered across your clothes, and his as well. Judging by the amount of glowing fluids he shot out, he must have been pent up. Once again, you took the first orgasm ever of an angel, and it felt weirdly fun.

All this pleasure was too much for an inexperienced virgin angel like him~ his mind basically blanked out during his ejaculation, causing him to whimper and groan like some animal in heat, "Ah- uhm.? Nghh, uh-hnggh ♥︎♡♡!" He never knew there was pleasure like this, this amazing and tingly. It was just like the day he lost his eye.

You weren't even sure what he was trying to say, maybe nothing, maybe insults, whatever it was you didn't really care. Instead, you were fascinated by how different yet similar his reaction was to Raphael's. So it was true that angels were as bland as their buildings, with no real knowledge of what the pleasures of the flesh meant. You smiled, looking at his wrecked face. Still as red as ever, with dried-out tears stuck to his skin, and drool hanging out of his mouth, he has never looked more beautiful.

His wing has also calmed down, it was almost limping next to his head. Eyes still a little unfocused as he slowly regained his clarity, moving his hand to his face to rub his puffy eyes. That silky, untangled hair was a little messy more, and his clothes wrinkled. "That was a little too much stimulation for your first, huh?" You joked, and he didn't have the strength to give you a sassy answer, but he glared at you nonetheless. It was more of an I'm-too-tired-for-this glare than anything else though.

You didn't move from your spot, not wanting to rush him, giving him enough time to collect himself until he deemed himself ready to stand up from your lap. In the meantime, you noticed that the sad scent that radiated from him has dissipated, at least for now. Somehow, you felt really proud of yourself for that, smiling under your breath as you placed a kiss on his forehead.

Michael squeezed his eyes with a pout but didn't resist. His argument or defense for himself was that he was too worn out and tired, for now, and that he had enough opportunities to kill you in the future. It was nothing else but excuses, considering angels are just delusional beings at their core. As soon as he stood up on his wobbly legs, you wanted to ask how he was doing, that's when Raphael emerged from behind the doorframe.

His head peeked into the garden as he smirked darkly, mischievously even. "Pff, you look like a horny beast, Michael. Was it fun, screaming so loud I could hear your disgraceful moaning from miles away?" You stared at the blond angel with a skeptical look, he was acting as if he didn't act just the same. Then, he turned to you and said, "Anyway, y/n, you, come with me. I have something to show you." Now he stood in the doorframe with his entire figure, leaned against it.

You stood up from where you were previously sitting, and answered all carefree as you walked past him, "Okay ~ lemme get changed first." Raphael made way for you when you walked by and nodded in acknowledgment. Once you were gone, he made eye contact with his dear brother and had a slight scorn on his face. Michael frowned back at him, brushing off the dust from his clothes, even though there were bigger problems about his appearance than that. Like his disheveled hair, or the traces of shining cum on his shirt.

“What, don't like the fact they aren't only yours?” After a quick glaring contest, Michael spoke up, a sneer present in his voice. He got closer to Raphael, now standing right in front of him, crossing his arms around his chest. Though it seemed he had recovered very quickly, his legs and knees were still a little uneasy. "...I can't say I'm pleased with it, but they are free to do as they wish." The Blondie said, averting his gaze for a split second.

“How unusual of you, sharing was never your strong point.” The black-haired seraphim commented. A snarky laugh erupted from the red angel, and he scoffed, "You are one to talk." Afterward, he turned around, waving his hand as if to say goodbye, "It's a shame that I'm not the only angel who has experienced god's given pleasure now, but oh well, I'm still their first, remember it well." With that, Raphael disappeared into the building, leaving Michael standing at the entrance to the garden, clenching his fists and gritting his teeth.

Tags: @shianarou @ghostiegirl56 @thisisnotangel @ghostgoosygoose @aghrentroplayer @i-dont-fooken-know @chuuya-brainrot @allyfoxglove @thigh-o-saur @fallenthemisticalyingyang @fem-dom-roze

Nini!rant 2.0:

I found many different translations for the meaning of the mentioned flowers, but these are the ones that I liked best.

Lily of the valley: purity, happiness, nostalgia, sadness, pain, death

According to the bible, lily of the valley is most infamously mentioned in the Song of Solomon (2:11). It’s also sometimes used as a metaphor or comparison to Jesus Christ, due to its sweet scent and white colour (Ephesians 5:2). White, which is knows to be a sin-free colour, used to describe a person without sin -> Michael still sees luci as a person without sin

There’s also a saying that lilies are the tallest of flowers, but hangs its head down, symbolising humbleness (Philippians 2:6~8). Also it’s supposed to have a lot of medical qualities, so it fits lucifer, who’s a healer.

Gardenia: purity, harmony, sweetness, joy, secret love

Here, it’s also qualities and things lucifer wishes for Michael. Like harmony, joy. Then, how he sees him and thinks about him. I thought it’d be cute haha

I choose them very carefully, there was quite a lot of thought behind them, that’s why it got its own special mention here :]

[girlkisser13]

ares cabin headcanons

children of ares

• it’s more difficult to break a weapon in a child of war’s hand (with the exception being if someone was a child of the big three).

• they can pull of any shade of red.

• camo EVERYTHING. they just have a weird obsession with camo.

• a lot of them obsessively collect sneakers.

• they have nicknames/call signs for all their members, they don't choose one when they join, it'll be given to them sooner or later.

• leather jackets, military boots, aviators, chains, chokers and metal rings are the norm.

• there's always that one kid that likes to show off their butterfly knife tricks. (i’m sorry if that’s you.)

• every one of them has a scar somewhere, usually they got it even before they came to camp. they treat scars like tattoos—the bigger and more obvious they are, the more badass they are.

• all the armies on the loosing side are forced to serve them and their father so they can summon them at a time of battle and increase their power by invoking their father’s powers.

• they’re the best fighters in camp, but that doesn't mean all they have is physical strength.

• they have the strength to stand their ground and defend a point that is so strongly that many of them become outstanding politicians.

• they don't just teach people how to fight monsters, but they also basic self-defence for anyone who feels unsafe in the city.

• the tradition of capture the flag initially started as a dispute between the ares and athena cabin, with the other camps joining one of the two.

• it has always been a ceremony for the two cabins to always be against each other.

• they all have excellent posture because they’re always training, so they’re always wearing breastplates. (i’m assume breastplates improve your posture the same way corsets do).

• rumor has it there's an underground fight club that's invite-only (but you didn't hear that from me).

•those who have a taken a vow of nonviolence run an anger management group for their siblings who want to gain a little more control.

cabin exterior

• the cabin has a rugged, fortress-like appearance, with sturdy stone walls that seem built to withstand a siege. the front door is made of reinforced steel, adorned with battle scars and dents.

• it also has heavy punk rock aesthetics, which is ironic considering how much discipline is enforced within its members.

• various weapons, such as swords, spears, and shields, are displayed prominently on the walls, either as decoration or trophies from past battles. some are enchanted to glow faintly, adding an aura of intimidation.

• the cabin is adorned with tattered banners and flags, each representing a different battle or conquest. the ares symbol, a wild boar or a spear, is prominently displayed.

• the walls are covered in graffiti and markings made by the cabin members, depicting their victories, names, and personal symbols. these give the cabin a rough, lived-in look.

• the cabin itself might show signs of past conflicts, with scorch marks, cracks, and patched-up sections that hint at the intensity of the cabin's training sessions and disputes.

• at the entrance, there are statues of ares himself, standing guard and setting the tone for those who enter.

• the stuffed boar head at the front of the cabin acts as a surveillance system, it’s enchanted to squeal when there are intruders.

cabin interior

• the cabin has a minimalist, utilitarian design, with few decorations and a focus on functionality. the beds are simple, sturdy cots, and personal belongings are kept to a minimum.

• the bunks are arranged in a regimented, military style, with each camper's area neatly organized. personal spaces include a footlocker for storing gear and a small, sturdy nightstand.

• ac/dc is constantly playing in the background?

• every available wall space is utilized for weapon racks and shelves, holding an array of swords, spears, axes, and shields.

• the cabin has an area dedicated to training, with punching bags, weights, and practice dummies. there is even be a small sparring ring in one corner for indoor practice.

• various trophies from past battles and quests are displayed inside the cabin, including weapons, monster teeth, claws, and other memorabilia. these serve as a testament to the cabin's prowess in combat.

• large maps detailing various battlefields and strategic locations are pinned to the walls. they have markers and notes, reflecting ongoing planning and strategies.

• the interior features rough, durable materials like stone and wood, designed to withstand heavy use and combat-related activities. the floors are covered in animal skins and thick, worn rugs.

cabin traditions

• for every child of war that has died in battle, a spear bearing their name is placed on the roof of the cabin.

• they have a ritual where members show off their battle scars and share stories of how they got them, celebrating their bravery and toughness.

• they have regular evenings dedicated to cleaning, sharpening, and maintaining their weapons and armor, often accompanied by storytelling or strategizing.

• they have CONSTANT meetings where they plan strategies for capture the flag and other camp activities, often held in a militaristic fashion with a focus on tactics and leadership.

• they have regular sparring sessions where they challenge each other to friendly duels to improve their skills and rank within the cabin.

• before major events like capture the flag, they paint their faces and arms with war paint as a symbol of their readiness for battle and to intimidate their opponents.

divider by @sunkupng

[francis-writes]

Request: I’d love a NSFW fic with Rabban and a concubine reader (I’m female but this can be GN!reader). The Baron is threatening Rabban, and he needs to release some of his frustrations. Maybe we can see how he’s a beast in other ways 😏

A/N: here we go! Sorry that it's short and not intense enough, or just not really good, tbh I didn't write actual smutty stories (not counting headcanons) for some time

Reader is AFAB

You were sitting alone in Rabban's room. Usually concubines left right after the act and came back to their separate chambers but Rabban got used to you - for some time you were basically the only concubine he slept with and he preferred to keep you with him as often as possible. Now he went to meet with his uncle and discuss the situation on Arrakis. He asked you to stay here and wait for him. You got bored as time passed and he wasn't coming back so you started walking around the room and look at Rabban's things. He didn't tell you much about, especially that there weren't much to talk about. Like other Harkonnen's, his room was painfully minimalistic, lacking color and any object that wasn't indispensable. It matched Rabban's work in military but you would definitely decorate it differently. Of course, if he asked you to.

You heard a heavy footsteps at the corridor and you jumped on the bed. As you expected, Rabban entered the room a moment later.

"How was the meeting?" You asked and immediately regretted it. You could see from his face and posture that something went wrong. Baron Harkonnen was never a really nice person, even to his close family, but this time he had to treat Rabban really harsh.

He hit the wall with anger and then rested his head on his fist, visibly overhelmed. He was silent for a moment as if stress and rage left him unable to form a word. Finally, he spoke:

"He wants to take Arrakis from me and give it to my brother. After all I did! And he said that my next failure will be my last one"

He fell silent, clenching his fist. You wanted to step closer, hug him or stroke his back but you weren't sure how he might react. So instead you stayed in your place and spoke in a calming tone:

"That's terrible, you have done so much, you fought so hard to give him everything he wants... you deserve this planet. You deserve more, Rabban"

He finally straightened up and stepped closer to the bed. He grabbed your hair, pulling it back so you raised your head. He kissed you.

"You're right. I deserve more. So lets forget about my uncle for a moment and you will give me my reward"

He started taking off his uniform. You were only in a short tunic (which was almost transparent so wearing it had little sense) so you just got on your knees, observing Rabban's massive, powerful body. You spent with him many nights but you still shivered, thinking about what was awaiting you. Though it was more a shiver of excitement, than of fear. When he took off his shirt, you reached out and delicately touched his skin. Rabban smiled, took your hand and placed it on the growing bulge in his pants.

"If you wanna stroke me, then better in this place"

You smiled as well and played along, massaging his crotch. Rabban gasped and undid his belt.

"Oh, it will be definitely easier without pants" you took away your hand, giving him time to strip of the rest of his clothes. When he finally threw away the last part of clothing, he climbed on the bed, pining you to the mattress. He didn't even have to try and wrestle with you, his weight alone kept you in place.

You gasped when he leaned over and started kissing and biting your neck, occasionally sucking on your delicate skin. You knew he was gonna leave marks but you got used to it. Rabban always enjoyed marking you and leaving hickeys and bruises so they would remind you about him when he's away.

Now he slided his hand under your tunic, squeezing your thighs harshly. You whined but his hand went higher, between your legs.

"I see that you got ready for me" he said smugly. And right, you were already dripping wet and you couldn't say what turned you on so much - Rabban's mere presence or his aggresion.

He slipped two fingers with you and started massaging your clit with his thumb. You moaned and embraced his waist with your legs, clinging desperately to his strong body. You appreciated that he always made sure to work you up like that, even when he was in a worse mood. He had a thick cock and he wanted to make you as wet and relaxed as possible, so it was easier to adjust to him later.

Soon he added third finger and increased the pace of his thrusts. You forgot to take your tunic before so he ripped it with one hand to reveal your bare chest. Rabban began to suck on and play with your nipples. Sensations overhelmed you, so you just tilted your head back and breathed heavily while he covered your chest in another set of marks.

Finally, he pulled of his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You knew him well so without any hesitatiom you sucked them clean, taking them whole in your mouth so they almost reached your throat. At this point, Rabban started breathing heavily as well and his excitement could be easily seen and felt as he pressed his loins to your body.

He lifted your hips a bit and without further hesitation, he entered you. You took his dick many times and he made sure you were ready for him but it still made you gasp in first moment.

Sometimes - quite often, actually - Glossu let you take control during sex. It was a surprising experience to dominate this man twice your size, who brought terror over nations. It was really enjoyable though and you loved having him on your knees for you, waiting for your commands.

But moments like this, when he had to release his frustrations, deal somehow with all the pressure put on him by his family, by his name... those were exceptions and you let him take a lead without a word. He got lost in his movement, he didn't think about Arrakis anymore, the only things that existed for him right now, were you and the pleasure that overhelmed him.

Finally he came and fell on the bed beside you, pulling you to his chest and hugging you tightly. You rested your head on his chest, focusing on the sound of his steady heartbeat. It would be smart to go to the bathroom before he falls asleep because then there would be no chance to get out from under his arms. But you didn't want to leave yet so you embraced him as well, enjoying the warmth of his body. He could be a beast, but ironically, he was the one who made you feel safe.

[alex-perry]

name: alexander “alex” perry (no relation to katy perry)

age: 32

birthday: january 22

zodiac: aqua sun, libra moon, virgo rising

place of birth: minneapolis, minnesota

occupation: architect 

neighborhood: asbury bay

mbti: infp

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this is alex and he is the most beige human you could ever imagine.

he is THAT guy who considers “meal prepping” an extreme sport.

bio:

he’s from minnesota, which is like just a giant icy wasteland filled with nice, boring people who think a wild night is a trip to ikea (maybe that's what shaped his taste in interior design but we will get into that soon). his father frank is a civil engineer. his mother susan is an english teacher. he has a younger sister named amelia, who recently graduated from college. his parents' whole philosophy is hard work and practicality, which is just code for “let’s suck all the fun out of life.”

alex's dad richard was raised uber christian in small-town in lexington nebraska, but everything changed when he went to college. cue the culture shock: he met new people, encountered different ideas, and quickly realized the world wasn’t quite like the way he was told in his little church. he met susan, a free-spirited liberal who basically turned his worldview upside down. when they decided to get married, as you can guess, richard's family did not take that well and all hell broke loose. his family basically went all 'THIS IS THE FUTURE THE LIBERALS WANT!!!' route ofc.

because of this divine union, his dad has been banished from the good ol' conservative family circle. they probably think he’s gone to the dark side. he only keeps in touch with one of his cousins. (the one happens to be the father of alex's quirky cousin andrew. and andrew is a chaotic entrepreneur, who lives in silicon valley).

he is also cousins with miss dakota @dakota-perry

so it's safe to say they don't spend much time with his father's siblings. the Perry fam only visits them during holidays.....

little alex was the type who actually did his homework on time and actually got excited about things like mowing the lawn. so it wasn't a surprise when he graduated top of his class and got a scholarship to mit. he studied architecture because.... well, bc he had no other hobbies. and i guess alex wanting to become an architect ever since he was a middle schooler played a role in that decision too.....

he aced his courses, probably wearing one of those dreadful beige cardigans, and designed buildings that weren’t about to fall anytime soon. in MIT he was the one who did all the work in a group project while everyone else was off having a good time. not because he was a control freak, it's bc he actually loved architecture. nothing got his blood pumping like a well-drafted blueprint. and as you can guess, he wasn't exactly fending off crowds of admirers with his passion for structural integrity lsfkslafkalsf

alex in a group project:

after mit, he moved to new york cityyyyyyyyyyy (pls read that with laszlo's voice). he got a job at an architecture firm called thompson & rivera architects, a mid-sized firm with just the right amount of prestige without the snobbery. he had a little apartment in hell's kitchen. his place looked like someone took an ikea catalog, sucked out all the personality, and called it home. minimalist to the point of tragedy, with a potted plant that only survived because it couldn’t be bothered to die.

alex didn’t just wake up and decide to move to asbury for the fun of it(that would be far too spontaneous for the practical prince). his design firm, landed a new project: a modern, trendy boutique hotel in town. he was picked as one of the junior architects to join the senior architects in overseeing the project. he’s not the lead designer OBVIOUSLY, but he's definitely in the inner circle, making sure everything’s structurally correct.

personality:

alex is awfully practical, grounded, and a bit of a perfectionist. and he justifies this by saying "i’m not being picky, i’m being precise". alex's idea of a VERY WILD night would be marie kondo-ing his collection of architectural books and magazines. despite his boring demeanor, he actually has a sense of humor and SURPRISINGLY he can take a joke. to mingle with the local folks, he joined the local bowling team. tbh he’s not the most outgoing person, but he values deep, meaningful relationships over casual friendships. once he is your friend, that means it's going to last forever.

outside of work alex enjoys cycling. (actually a little bit too much, he is cycling around as if he is training for tour de france). and then there’s his cooking obsession. during quarantine, he got into cooking and suddenly became that person who binged every jamie oliver video in existence. next thing you know, he be baking his own sourdough.

well, he has 'mild' ocd. and when I say mild, that's actually an understatement. he is very particular when it comes to organizing his workspace—everything has its place, and he gets mildly irritated if someone moves his things. he’s known to be a bit of a coffee snob, always in search of the perfect cup, and can be annoyingly particular about his brew (as someone who does not know shit about the coffee, I wonder how am i gonna write about this little quirk but we shall see).

OH OH OH ALSO HE IS A HUGE FAN OF THE KILLERS

connection ideas

cycling buddy: soo this dumbass is in a cycling group called "the pedal -pushers," (so original, i know). the group is full of people who take their biking way too seriously. their conversations are not the most entertaining to be honest, such as the best tire pressure or which helmet brand is the best. alex usually shows up in full cycling gear, complete with a helmet with green reflective stripes. that was his way of celebrating the brat summer.

barista (friend or nemesis depending how much they can tolerate alex): a local barista and fellow coffee enthusiast who shares his love for a perfect cup of coffee. orrr simply hating him because he always finds some fault in his coffee.

bowling team / squad: he also recently joined a bowling team. i'd love to discuss the team name and its details, so feel free to hmuuuuu

[ciaossu-imagines]

I’m back to writing for Tony Hawk: The Anime! All kidding aside, Sk8: The Infinity is such a fun show, with great characters, and I enjoyed using number 4 from prompt 3 on day 16 for the a couple of the S Skaters! I hope any fans of the show enjoy the little, general headcanons for the characters.

Do all their things have their own place?

With Reki, the answer is kind of a no. It’s not a super-hard no, but the boy can be a little scatter-brained at times and he has a habit of setting something down while thinking that he’ll remember exactly where he put it afterwards. Spoiler: he often doesn’t remember exactly where he put the thing, at least not initially. He would eventually find it, mostly by retracing his steps, but it’s not an automatic that he’ll know where everything he wants is. The fact that he’s not super-ambitious when it comes to keeping everything in his personal living space tidy and organized also contributes to that. However, I want to tack on here that this is mostly about his personal living spaces. When it comes to his workshop, Reki works a lot harder in keeping things at least somewhat organized and clean. It might appear a little crowded or somewhat untidy to others, but Reki has everything where he wants it, he can find anything he needs, and the workstation is always surface level clean at least.

Langa embraces very minimalistic living, in all honesty. He’s not someone who wants or needs a lot of stuff. The things he does have, he does try his best to take care of, so his personal spaces are always pretty tidy and clean. It also helps that he actively thinks about doing things like chores. Even if he doesn’t consider them the most fun, he understands the importance of tidying up and cleaning and he appreciates the sight of a clean living space. That being said, it’s not so much that everything has its own place. He’ll often leave things in different areas, such as setting a leaving his board leaning up against a wall, as long as those things will still be visible and easy to find. He’s pretty relaxed on organization – as long as he can find things, it doesn’t really matter if they’re always kept on this or that shelf, etc.

Miya has always had his mother to do his chores for him. Legit, that woman does all his cleaning, his laundry, everything so he’s never really learned how to keep his living space for himself. He’s the type who, even as a late teenager or even as an adult with his own space, would take his laundry home for his mother to do and she might even pop over to clean up for him. He’s never had to learn how to stay organized and how to make sure that his things are easy to find because it’s always been done for him. When he moves out on his own, it becomes harder for him and he does lose track of this or that and has to really struggle to find it before he starts learning how to do the basics of organization. And it really will be basic organizational skills that he utilizes – commonly used things closer at hands, less used things more tucked away. However, this doesn’t apply to his skating gear or his videogames. Both of those things are always kept exceedingly neat and well cared for, since they are both things that he’s really passionate about. I think he’d really enjoy using storage furniture to show off not just his gear and to keep his video games together, but to display awards and merch.

If you only knew Shadow from skating, I think his living space would really confuse and astound most people. It’s actually really clean and exceptionally well decorated. Balancing out his two personalities, there’s a mix of darker elements, like framed pictures of his favourite rock and metal bands (there’s definitely a framed Kiss concert photo), skulls and skeleton motifs, but they coexist and somehow beautifully intertwine with more delicate and feminine details, with fresh flowers in pretty crystals vases, the light and pleasant scent of room sprays, plush fabrics like velvet, and nothing is overly crowded. His things are largely well kept, without showing a lot of damage or wear and tear and he knows where almost everything is. The only spot where this isn’t true is within his kitchen. While he definitely can and will cook, it’s his least favourite of his chores and while he’ll clean up after himself, he does it as quickly as possible and is guilty of just chucking a pot into the cupboard he thinks it goes in or just setting ingredients in whichever cupboard is closest at hand.

[agentelevatormusic]

Elevator Music Dossier

BASICS.

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 

Dr. Vera Nair. 

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 

Elevator Music. Harvard, but only one person ever calls her this.  Doc, very common in the field. V., open to whoever. It just seems to roll off the tongue for some folks. She prefers Vera, if asked. 

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 

Indira Varma.

𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 

Still, steady hands with beautiful long fingers and well-kept nails. Soft, curly hair. Toothy grin. Warm, intelligent whiskey brown eyes. Too often those eyes subtly reveal that Vera is somewhere else. Somewhere far, far away. Lost and lonely, more often than not. Good posture. The scent of disinfectant, books, and the slightest tinge of blood. 

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 / 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 

Small color tattoo of a white-spotted fawn nestled in the snow beneath a branch and surrounded by pine needles and a few snow flowers on her left hip. Standard ear piercings.

𝐀𝐆𝐄 / 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁. 

45 / 07/17/1978. 

𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 

Cancer. Though Vera believes the whole thing is pseudoscientific hokum and will only indulge either someone she believes is genuinely not that bright or someone she cares about. There has been some overlap in the past. 

𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 

Suburbs of Hartford, Connecticut. House with a tire swing they never used and everything. 

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 

TBD. 

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 

Cis Female / She/Her.

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 

Bisexual. 

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 

Divorced. Widowed. Both are somewhat complicated.  

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 

Intelligent. Resourceful. Compassionate. Capable.

𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒 

Stubborn. Workaholic. Lonely. Perfectionist.  

𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒  

Mentally notating songs. Taking inventory. Checking her medical kit again. Running a hand through her hair. A smoke somewhere quiet now and then. Overworking. Closing her eyes and hunting down the sparkle of a good memory, an hour or even just a minute, of a time she felt home. Nabbing snack items from the cafeteria. Coin tricks. Sleight of hand. String games. Focusing on her firm, reliable hands. Running through memorized texts and procedures she’s done a thousand times before. Adding new ones.

𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 

Violin, she’s been playing since she was four. Cooking, but never only for herself. Sewing. Loves embroidering pretty little things onto holes to make them new. Journaling, keeps ‘trash�� journals stuffed with found items mostly. Reading, so much reading. Studying, so engrained she does believe it to be a hobby. A bit of origami. Yoga, for exercise not for meditation. Swimming, for meditation not for exercise. Golf and chess are not hobbies. She detests both. But she is excellent at golf and middling at chess. 

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 (𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄) 

None. 

THE FOUNDATION.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 

MTF Chi-00 Physician and Surgeon.

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍(𝐒) 

Delta-14 Physician and Surgeon.

𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 

SCP-19-2001 under Delta-14

𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 / 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 

Board Certification in Internal Medicine from Harvard. Board Certification in Trauma Surgery from Johns Hopkins. Fifteen years of medicine for the Foundation. Constantly researching and mastering new skills. Continued training in sidearm and riflery, but Vera would be the first to admit that she is just proficient enough. Horsemanship. Climbing. Barber skills. Knowledge of codes and ciphers. 

EXTRAS.

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 

I’m going for the minimalist approach here. Plenty of pieces missing. Have fun putting them together, if that’s something you aspire to!

[Elevator Music] grew up in a nice house just on the cusp of Hartford, Connecticut. She and her sister, older by only ten months, spent their days guarding their home from the fae and being hounded by anything and everything their beloved parents deemed important to their futures. Much to their parents’ delight, both girls attended Harvard University. [Elevator Music] for internal medicine and her sister for law. The family would gather often. 

After Harvard, [Elevator Music] felt compelled to move from Boston to Baltimore to take her education as an internist in a rather unexpected direction. She was accepted into the prestigious Johns Hopkins Trauma and Acute Care Surgery program and, true to form, continued to work herself to the bone. 

[Elevator Music] was recruited into the Foundation straight out of the program in early 2009. It was an offer she could not refuse, but she accepted it with grace. 

She met then Sergeant First Class [Dying Breed] within her first eighteen hours in the field. They married shortly after. However, although [Elevator Music] considered the two of them to be happy, they divorced suddenly in late 2014. 

After a much-needed leave, [Elevator Music] returned to the field with the Delta-14’s.

In 2017, [Elevator Music] married her closest friend, Senior Researcher Tom Dalton. It should be noted that Tom Dalton was also [Dying Breed]’s closest friend. Observers found the three to be amiable, all three close again, after some initial discomfort. [Elevator Music] and Tom continued to live in Baltimore together when not in the field or traveling, despite their mutual distaste for it.

In 2022, dangerous mismanagement at the Delta-14 camp led [Elevator Music] to call [Dying Breed] and the Xi-13 in for backup. The mission, SCP-19-2001, went impossibly wrong. Tom was killed before he even got to the surgical tent. [Elevator Music]’s first save, if you could call it a save, was [Dying Breed]. Hours of life saving surgery in slow motion. She just couldn’t let him die. And she didn’t. 

He took time off shortly after debriefing. 

So did [Elevator Music]. She had a small apartment and the painfully familiar shattered remains of her life to fit into a long-term storage unit once again. 

 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Friends would be nice. It’s deceptively simple. Vera considers most positively inclined people to be friendly acquaintances. The title of ‘friend’ is one even she might not realize how closely she’s guarding. She is a tough nut to crack. You’ll have to put in the time and effort, but the acorn within is kind and loyal to a fault. And makes damn good carbonara along the way. 

Fellow Musicians are welcome here. Vera might faint from extreme joy if there was anyone out there who could play music with her. Anything. Literally anything. Instruments, vocalists, improvised bongos if the bongoist can keep a beat. Honestly, even if your character can’t play. Listen outside her door sometime. Or ask to come in. She doesn’t mind.

Patients Who Need a Little Extra Care  aside from the regular physicals. This can be in the field, in the exam room, folks who trot on in hoping to help out a little and wind up talking. Plus those rare gems who will plot with me in advance to lie to their doctor against advice and want to learn the hard way how bad an idea that is. Alexa, cue Vera’s “Doctor Voice.”

Thrill Seekers who are a little too bored with life in the compound and a little too interested in uncovering what lies beneath the surface of the good doctor for reasons of their own. For some people, Vera will seem too good to be true. I want her to feel a bit of the heat now that she’s back from her year off. To have to really consider, once again, the value of keeping these memories and secrets locked away and what she should do if they got out.

Other Workaholics in need of a night out, a smoke, a home cooked meal, a poetry discussion, a blanket fort. Just get out there and connect!

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 / 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒

Combat Medic, The Medic, Roadside Surgery, Post-Treatment Lollipop, Songs of Solace, Dark and Troubled Past, Death of the Hypotenuse  

𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒

[spectrallik]

Specter Learns Guitar, the Hard Way

Big things often start small

I may have made a terrible mistake.

I’m a lifelong keyboardist. Not a great one, but an OK one. And I’m finally comfortable enough with the instrument to write my own music. Just one problem: the kind of music I want to make, the stuff that’s running through my head all the time, is on the dream pop/shoegaze end of post-punk. Keyboardists have a place in dream pop, and some of my favorite dream pop acts like Alvvays and Hatchie prominently feature synths. But any genre that descends from punk rock, even something this far-removed, is still fundamentally a guitarist’s genre. Plus, the songs in my head are on the heavier side like The Joy Formidable - no keyboards there, unless you count getting on your hands and knees and playing your effects pedals like a keyboard.

My synth has guitar tones, but they come nowhere near replicating the real thing. And I have some guitar-playing family members who are willing to help me out, but I don’t really know how to communicate my ideas to a guitar player. They don’t read sheet music, they just play everything by ear. How could I communicate how to play a part, or even what tone I’m going for, when I didn’t really know how a guitar works?

The only halfway decent guitar tone on the Roland Fantom, and it only sounds good after you shove a fuckton of reverb and delay after it.

So, I decided that the only way to get that knowledge was to experience the guitar firsthand. I don’t want guitar to become my main instrument or anything, but I want to at least get comfortable with it. Once I understand how a guitar truly works, it will be much easier to write for it. 

Unfortunately, the guitar I want to get - a G&L Fallout - is backordered for a few months. So, in the meantime, I got a cheapo starter guitar to screw around with and hopefully get some of the basics down. I’ll trade it in for a pedal or something later.

This is the Eastrock 39, and it is a piece of shit. It barely stays in tune, the pickups sound thin and lifeless, and the frets are rough. You have to actively fight this thing to get the strings to ring properly. Some of my tone problems are because I still need to build finger strength, sure, but I’ve read reviews from veteran guitar players that say that this doesn’t play easily. Not great for a supposed “beginner” guitar. On the bright side, it came with a ton of extra stuff that doesn’t suck - a nice guitar bag, beginner picks, a solid capo, audio cables, and luthier tools to replace the strings and adjust the action. It even came with a practice amp, but I live in a studio apartment and have an audio interface for my synth, so I don’t have much use for it. 

So… goals. My first goal is to get the basic chords down, figure out how barres work, and learn ONE simple song. I’m not too worried right now about memorizing the fretboard - I’m not gonna do any solos anytime soon - but I need to understand chords to actually play songs. Luckily, guitar sheet music is more commonly written in an alternate form called tablature that is WAY EASIER TO UNDERSTAND THAN TRADITIONAL NOTATION, HOLY SHIT, WHY ISN’T THERE A VERSION OF THIS FOR PIANO!? I’m still not great at reading sheet music, despite my ClAsSiCaL SuZuKi MeThOd training, but it took all of 5 minutes to pick up TAB.

So, what’s my first song? Well, a few months ago, I got a picture of one of my characters playing air guitar and singing along to a song:

As it turns out, this song - Future Me Hates Me by The Beths - is very beginner friendly. 90% of the rhythm part is the same power chord shape, and the lead guitar part is pretty reserved and minimalistic by Jonathan Pearce standards. Plus, the guitar I'm waiting on is the exact same model that Liz Stokes played on that record. So it should sound perfect, especially once I get a RAT on my pedalboard.

So yeah, we'll see where this goes. I do want to keep track of my progress somewhere, and I'm planning on getting the fuck off Twitter once and for all, so I guess it will go here.

[beautifulgiants]

Alexander Skarsgård Is Back in Calvin Klein—and Better Than Ever

For the launch of Calvin Klein Studio, the actor opens up about his new campaign, sustainable shopping, and, yes, his outfits on Succession.

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It’s the end of August when we chat, but for Alexander Skarsgård, it’s Christmas. Well, in terms of work, at least. He dials in from London, where he’s about to head to a night shoot for Pillion, his upcoming “kinky gay biker movie,” as he describes it. They’re shooting a holiday scene tonight; in 30 minutes, Skarsgård will be biker gang leader Ray. Right now, though, he’s just Alexander, and he’s here to talk about his new Calvin Klein campaign.

More than a decade after Skarsgård’s first campaign with the brand, the 48-year-old Swedish actor is stepping into CK once again. (“Was it ten years ago now?” he asks. Actually, I tell him, I think it’s been eleven. “Oh my God. Oh my Lord,” he replies.) This time around, instead of being the dangerous, daring, stripped-back seducer, he’s a refined, sleek, magnetic pillar of energy, dancing around a lofty apartment to Harry Nilsson and getting dressed with ease, grace, and a whole lot of Calvin Klein Studio—the smart, elevated new line of basics from the brand.

“I’m incredibly honored and excited,” Skarsgård says. “I’d worked with Mert [Alas, campaign director and photographer] on something else years ago and had such a great time working with him as well. It’s very fun, and he works fast, so it’s a very energetic set, which fits me. It’s very fun and loose and really, really good energy, which I kind of fed off of in shooting the video.”

This is still Calvin Klein, but not quite as you know it. Sure, the brand’s iconic underwear and sexy vibe are still in place—see: shots of Skarsgård reclining in a chair or against a wall, shirt unbuttoned and gaze steadily on the camera—but for fall 2024, it’s with a new air of elegance and timelessness. It’s a smooth whiskey instead of an ice-cold beer, a freshly pressed suit that fits just right, a shirt so silky, you forget the word polyester exists.

The easy, versatile elegance is the sort that Skarsgård naturally gravitates toward; it has the same essence, he says, as the “sleek, classic” style he knows well. “Traditionally, Scandinavian style is kind of minimalistic, and I’d say very monochromatic and very understated, so I kind of grew up in that milieu,” he explains. “Calvin Klein is obviously not a Swedish brand, but it fits very well into that.”

But no matter how sleek, how cool, how refined an outfit is, every man, at some point in his life, comes to the same realization: If it’s not comfortable, it’s not going to work.

“I’m like a five-year-old when it comes to clothes,” Skarsgård says with a laugh. He tells me about an old, beautiful wool suit that hangs in his closet, haunting him. It fits great, and he loves how it looks, “but after five minutes, it’s itchy and it’s hot and I want to take it off.”

“I find it difficult to find something that you feel like you’ve dressed up in and you look sharp, but at the same time it’s comfortable enough for you to relax in, so you don’t feel like you can’t wait to take everything off,” he adds. To him, Calvin Klein Studio hits the nail on the head; even the slim-fit blazer and trousers have some stretch to them. “The material was like wearing a sweatsuit, basically.”

The only time he’s willing to step out of his literal comfort zone with clothes is when he’s working—and even then, he sometimes still finds himself in pieces from his own closet. When I remark that, of all his past roles, I’d most like to pilfer the outfits of Lukas Matsson, his unserious, freaky tech-billionaire character on Succession, I find out that I’m pretty much just asking to steal from Skarsgård’s wardrobe.

“In the end of season 3, when Logan and Roman go to Lukas’s villa, we were still trying to set the character and the tone of Lukas,” he reveals. “We hadn’t really nailed it down yet... and I showed up to set wearing what I ended up wearing on-camera, which was slacks, a T-shirt, and flip-flops. Those were all my personal pieces, because we wanted something to play as a contrast to the Roys, who wore super-expensive clothes and were very dressed up.”

Surely, every Succession fan knows and remembers the Roys’ understated, logo-less Loro Piana and Tom Ford looks. By the time the show ended, “quiet luxury” was seamlessly embedded in all our vocabularies. Matsson, on the other hand, was a walking advertisement for brands like Fjällräven and Needles, with logos and colors and textures all competing for the spotlight.

“I thought that’d be fun, to play a character who didn’t give a fuck and just wore slacks and flip-flops to a billion-dollar meeting,” Skarsgård says. “So I didn’t have to purchase that. Those outfits, they were already mine.”

With Skarsgård, avoiding excess is an ongoing trend. Even a lifestyle, if you will. He hosts the podcast How We Fix This, which highlights various ventures and practices aimed at sustainability, and he is clearly no stranger to the impact the fashion industry has on the environment. Instead of buying new clothes, he prefers to have a limited wardrobe with versatile options. Two suits, maybe three, tops—and to make the cut, they have to be comfortable, make him look good, and feel great.

“It’s not sustainable with fast fashion, where we’re incentivized to buy new pieces of clothing every single day and then throw them out and then buy new stuff,” he says. “I think it’s very important that when you go out to buy stuff, [you] buy stuff that you obviously love and you’re excited to come home and try on but [also] pieces that will last and sustain you. You want to build a relationship with those pieces, or at least I do. I love having stuff that I’ve worn for many years and that I have many memories from wearing.”

He doesn’t like the idea of having a brand-new outfit for every red carpet, either. “What signal does that send out to the public?” he asks. “It’s basically saying you can’t be seen in the same outfit more than once, which incentivizes people to just go out and buy, buy, buy, which I can’t endorse.” Far preferable is putting on a blazer he wore to a premiere five, ten, fifteen years ago and reliving the experience. Creating a capsule wardrobe from pieces so good, so well-made, he can wear them and feel great until they “fall off [his] body and disintegrate.” Only then is it time to buy something new, then repeat the cycle until that piece reaches the end of its lifespan.

The key idea here is intention: investing in items that are timeless and high quality, that’ll last you for years to come, rather than trendy fast-fashion that’ll be deemed out in a month.

“I don’t want to shame people for purchasing, buying, shopping—I’m not saying that unless you only buy secondhand stuff, you’re a bad person and you’re ruining the planet,” Skarsgård says. “I’m just saying that I think we can, without shaming or stigmatizing it, be a bit more aware of how we consume and how much we consume, and do it in a slightly more sustainable way than we’re used to.”

[eternallynamelessvoid]

Dreams below (very dark. Mentions of slavery(???) that’s the only word that fits honestly. Inmates; flying; entrapment.

I was my age now in this dream, the first scene I remember was people in orange-gear, whom I assume were inmates, I was also in one of these suits.

I had a wing-belt(this shows up in many dreams, I’ll explain later), and many inmates had different accessories(I was the only that I saw with the belt).

After some time, I’m not sure how much I don’t remember this scene well, I was ‘chosen’ and basically brought to my keep(er).

That is the first scene.

The second scene we are in some absolutely huge store, I believe it is the same store as many other dreams(will explain later). My Keep wanders off, and has told me to stay in some sort of book isle. After a long time I eventually sit down, holding the shopping-cart in place.

After a few hours, I begin to worry. I’m not sure why. I’m basically a slave. Dream-me was very stressed, though and began asking store-clerks and going in and out of the store, alternating between my book-spot and the car.

Eventually, I found her, the Keep. Dream-me was very relieved.

That is scene two.

The third scene is us stepping out of the car, it would appear that some months have passed since I have been ‘chosen’ because I have grown comfortable (comfortable in knowing I can be funny and witty without getting my ass beat by the keep.).

I still have my wing-belt, thank goodness.

Back to the scene.

As we step out of the car, there is a huge white-mansion. It’s very minimalistic and bland, it’s made of mostly quartz (which was typical in this dream for some reason) and had accents of fake gem-lines.

I was told to fly around and inspect, so I triggered my wings and did just that.

Funnily enough, I checked the bedroom-wing and actually found a bunch of scattered AirPods for some reason. It was very silly. I remember yelling something to the Keep about this.

I believe I finished scouting, but I don’t really remember.

Eventually, she calls me to go fetch something from the car.

I do, but for some reason i let myself fly very very high into the sky. (I will elaborate more on this in a sec. It was so nice.)

I still retrieved the item and brought it back to her.

That is the end of the timeline that I can remember.

There’s little thing so remember, like sitting in a garage with the wings outstretched while it pours.

Contemplating running away after the Keep becomes lax.

Planning to run away (I don’t think I did.)

I do believe me and my Keep eventually because ‘equals’, or I ran away. There was some sort of resolve at the end of the dream, but not quite. Like it was resolved but there was some discontent from me, so I believe we became ‘equals’ but not quite.

Anyways now to explain everything that I said I was going too.

Wing-Belt; a wing-belt is a wearable accessory that grants the wearer wings, if I do not naturally have wings in a dream I almost always have one of these.

The wings themselves can either come out of the belt, or appear at the users back. They are very malleable and can be altered easily by the person wearing them.

I am unsure what would happen if it is removed, as I have never seen or experienced it in a dream. The mere thought makes me anxious.

Massive Store; it looks very similar to IKEA, but with everything instead of just furniture. I’ve only been inside the store in two different dreams, I remember towards the back-right corner there’s this HUGE stuffed-animal collection.

Flight-scene; I had trigged the wings to expand into very large wings, before lifting myself off the ground and just gunning it for as high as I could.

It was so nice, I can’t even begin to explain how utterly wonderful I felt. I really really wish I could fly.

I hope I remember this one. I also wonder what scene I’ll remember the most.

[watsername]

okay the tierlidt . disclaimer: everything is cropped weird bc the website wouldn’t let me use the portrait crop and made everything square, and i can’t include eventi one so these are the photos that ppl sent to me

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i’m not going through everyone bc there’s like 60 images on the screen rn so i’m gonna talk about notable things .

THE SUITS

Yes, almost every man is in the same category . it’s a suit . i know that’s the basic of men’s evening wear but it also doesn’t impress me . some men are placed higher bc i feel like they took the basics and did a little something to make it more interesting .

THE SAFE CATEGORY

the safe category kind of stands for it’s not a bad outfit but it’s rather. basic on the scale of outfits seen throughout the night . its a nice choice they look good but its also a safe choice .

POKIMANE

gorgeous . the only thing i have to say is that i wish the bag (? they weren’t allowed bags idk what it is) was the same undertone as the dress . the dress was more yellow while the bag seemed more pinkish in photos . she looked fantastic tho

VALKYRAE

she’s always stunning but that green dress just complimented her so perfectly . the length was perfect the fit was incredible the tailoring was perfect she looked great . the mirror dress was stunning although i wasn’t a fan of the nude illusion slits in the front

SAPNAP

i really wanted to talk about this bc he looks great i think all black suits are wonderful i love them they look fantastic and elegant and they’re something other than the average but for the love of god you can afford a tailor . the arms and legs were too long they bunched up a little and i love oversized things but for suits it makes them a little messy . great outfit but tailoring would make it fantastic .

RANBOO

Everyone’s gonna give me so much flack for this but . i just don’t like it . i like the mcr green day vibes of it all but the red is too concentrated in one area . maybe if the jacket was open or the mask was a different colour ?? idk there’s just too much goin on i around his neck it’s distracting the idea is good but execution could’ve been a lot better

ERET

gorge. perfectly fitted to them i think the combat boots are a nice touch the only thing is i think the hem is a little short in the front this is purely a personal thing but i like the hem to be touching the floor in gowns so that’s all i’d change rlly

CYR AND PEACH

listen i love the joutfits im not hearing anything about it it’s creative and they pulled it off well they looked good . girl they looked good and i thought it was fun . i liked it .

NEEKOLUL

she looks damn good don’t get me wrong i just . didn’t like this dress in the first place . it puts me in mind of those ‘it’s girl’ sheer dresses that took tiktok by storm last year and like it’s nice but i’m just not a fan of it . the random cut out on the thighs i just don’t get

NIHACHU

i loved this outfit although it was simple it’s a silhouette we don’t see a lot and it suited her really well . it’s rlly elegant and i think the hair and accessories suited it and kept it interesting but still to the minimal idea that niki was going for . she looks good .

OKAY highs and lows .

top toot : triciaisabirdy. that floor length white floral gown was made for her. the colours compliment her skin tone and her tattoos the puff sleeves added a bit of flair to the bodice to distinguish it from the other sweetheart neckline gowns that were popular on the carpet the makeup was minimalist but effective her tattoos almost acted in place of necklaces or other accessories she looked fantastic

top boot : ranboo i just don’t get along with that mask . there was too much going on in one area everything interesting about the outfit was centred around his neck and sternum the red were all slightly different shades the idea was good i liked the idea of the colours but execution needed work .

Trend alert !!!!

SHEER FABRIC !!! bodice panelling, sleeves skirts, full dresses, nude illusions, there was a lot of sheer moments happening

BLACK !! black for a red carpet event . groundbreaking .

NO JEWELLERY !! minimalism is definitely in full effect right now in the fashion world there was a specific lacking of necklaces across feminine outfits this year.

if u have questions . i might answer .

[quibbs126]

Randomly I just remembered this old character and story I made back junior year high school

Basically the plot started off as being about how this one villain actually had a crush on the hero he fought against, but it kind of spiraled into its own thing

Our main protagonist, aka the villain, is a guy named Sunni, and this is the only art I have of him (it’s pretty old, I’ll probably redesign him at some point)

I don’t think Sunni was intended to be the main protagonist, or at least he and the hero he fought against shared the role, but he’s the one basically everything was written around, as well as the only one who’s name I can remember, so screw it, he’s the protagonist

Also he’s supposed to be half dragon. Magic creatures exist in this world but it’s still modern and humans also exist, and I didn’t really think it through

Anyways, so Sunni is part of this group of villains, but truthfully he’s pretty low on the ranking system, he does a lot of minor things, the story would basically just follow him and his subordinates doing stuff. He does still have a crush on the hero who goes to stop him, which would be this guy

(Disregard the guy in the corner, he’s from something unrelated)

All I remember about him is that he has ice powers, and he generally seems bland and minimalistic, but he’s just kind of like that and he has nuances to him that Sunni appreciates about him (when they aren’t fighting that is)

I think in the original, the only reason Sunni is a villain is because he wants to get the attention of his crush and doesn’t know how else to do it. He’s not really a bad guy he just got in over his head and accidentally stumbled into where he is now. I feel like I should give him an actual reason for sticking around and being a villain other than this but I’m not sure what

Also people in this world have magic powers, which they aren’t born with, but rather they get their hands on this orb thing that they ingest and it gives them powers. Sunni however does not have any because he doesn’t actually know where you’re supposed to get them, it’s more like an open secret, they aren’t just distributed around the world. However, so many people can get their hands on them, including actual children, that he feels like if he asks anyone he’ll look like a complete moron and become a joke, so he’s trying to figure out without letting it on that he doesn’t know. He gets by through sheer ingenuity and some mechanical talent

Let’s see, other characters

Well there are his three subordinates, that being two twin kids, one with the power to separate things, including himself, and the other being able to fuse things together, and then there’s his other subordinate who’s powers I don’t remember, only that she was more a femme fatale, her grandfather is a siren and her grandmother a selkie, and she’s also casually dating Sunni’s boss. Which he knows about but he doesn’t know what to do with this information, it’s just really awkward to him (note that this lady is like at least in her 30s, she’s not a young adult/teen like Sunni)

Speaking of his boss, she’s basically the person who runs the villain group/organization he’s a part of, and she controls black holes, which is why she’s considered so dangerous. Also her and the other lady’s romance are like a casual subplot that shows up every now and again

One other thing I remember about this story is that there would eventually be a plot where everyone who has powers (which is a lot of people, at least in the cast) one night suddenly becomes incapacitated, because there’s something affecting the orbs that give them power. And since Sunni doesn’t have powers, he’s unaffected and has to try and figure out what’s going on and how to stop it by himself

I think that’s all I remember about it. I’m kind of invested again, but I also notice some issues here and there, and I want to go and see if I can redo some things

Oh another thing I just remembered, Sunni eventually had a thing where after finding out his crush liked women (his crush is bisexual but Sunni’s not really aware of that), he disguised himself a woman and as a completely different person to see if that would get him to hang out with him, and they did eventually become friends that way, though his crush didn’t know this was Sunni. This didn’t mean anything when I wrote it but maybe it should. Or I should take it out

[growwithrandom]

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*It’s NOT a tutorial, just a walkthrough.’*

Overlook

I avoid having too many things going on when it comes to work and focus. Especially when I already have so much work to be tracked, like my progress, ongoing tasks, due deadlines, reminders, routine, etc. So I aim for a minimalist layout, which conveys everything, without being cluttered. One which is modern enough to have every function successfully automated, but at the same time not overwhelming. As you can see below.

Apart from just reminding you of upcoming deadlines, this Notion template also has a table that populates with routine tasks due for the current day, out of the list of mundane tasks you will list down in the second table below the first one, to declutter your mind.

The Course Structure and Notion Progress Bars

The courses section, allows you to add new notebooks for every new topic/subject/project you start working on. Inside of it is a whole program sort of thing that shows the overall progress you made in that subject/topic/project, on the basis of the work, and the progress you made in the sub-tasks associated with it.

This is my favorite part of the entire database. This is the notebook template. Every time you click ‘New’, a new notebook is created with a fixed structure. But it’s not just an ordinary notebook that has pages for you to fill. But, it’s an entire program. Firstly it has an editable view of the ‘Notifications’ panel you had on the home page. A ‘Home’ button, to go back to the home directly. Then ‘Sources’ and ‘Notes’ sections, which, as the names suggest, are for having your notes and important sources for easy future reference.

The key feature though is the Template Button named ‘Create Subject Structure’. Every time it is pressed it makes a table. It’s not an ordinary table, it’s the whole and soul of my entire database. Because it is where you have your actual tasks and sub-tasks, and in return get the progress report. This becomes possible with the brand new ‘Notion Progress Bars’ feature.

It has 3 levels of difficulty columns, ‘Hard(H)’, ‘Medium(M)’, and’ Easy(E)’. The ‘Next Review’ Date column gives you a date based on the level of difficulty you choose for a certain topic. According to your understanding, it suggests a date of revision so that each topic gets as much weightage as required to make your grasp stronger in it.

The progress column is very important because it not only shows your progress in that topic, based on the ‘Review Count’, but also is the base for calculating the overall average reflected on the cover of the Notebook.

The ‘Review Count’ is nothing but the number of times you have gone through one topic. If it’s your first time, then the Review Count will be 1, and so on.

At the end of the ‘Topics’ column, the number of entries is automatically calculated, these have their own importance in calculating the overall progress score. At the top of the Notebook, you are asked to enter the number of entries, in the ‘Total Topics’ row, and the sum at the end of the ‘Progress’ column in the ‘All Topics’ Progress’ row. This gives you the desired result.

Overall progress, reflecting on the very cover of my subject notebook helps me decide which subject to prioritize and in which I am falling behind.

Extra-Curriculars and Relax

I also have a picture gallery section, this is optional, but personally, I feel that for small breaks in between your focus sessions, this is a very nice way to relax and refresh.

If you are a university/college student, you know how much is college life and extra-curricular important for you along with your studies. To keep a track of that, I maintain these very simple sections. I just add anything I am currently working on or involved in. Every new addition is made to form a page, so anything you do, plan, etc. can be easily stored there.

With these, all the things I need to care about, come together in just one page, which has an entire database inside. It keeps me productive, and on time, along with being easy, manageable, and fun.

Lastly, as is clear by the screenshots attached, you should definitely utilize the ‘Dark’ and ‘Light’ appearance features in Notion, this helps you give an altogether different look to your Notion template. I have different color combinations for both modes, I find it to be another nicer way to play with Notion.

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Thanks for reading. Hope you got some useful ideas and tips from the database design and tools of my Notion Template. Do let me know if you wish for a detailed article on anything mentioned in this article. Do share your thoughts and suggestions below.

[blueeyedrat]

Steam Next Fest, summer 2023, for real this time. I was able to fit in more games than I anticipated, which is good, since there were plenty that caught my eye. First impressions and general thoughts under the cut.

(Part 1)

Viewfinder — Another entry in the proud lineage of "first-person puzzle games that do weird non-Euclidean shit" — Portal, Antichamber, Superliminal, et al. These games are always impressive in some way (concept, tech, style), and Viewfinder carries on the tradition. The core mechanic, overlaying photos onto "real" space and having their contents become equally real and able to be interacted with, is pulled off well. The puzzles in the demo show off a lot of interesting ways it can be used, and how its basic rules and assumptions can be bent and challenged. I'm very interested in this one, and I'm looking forward to when it comes out.

Stick to the Plan — A grid puzzle game about getting a small dog from point A to point B while carrying a long, unwieldy stick. I've seen the original Game Jam version on itch.io but never got around to playing it. The game seems up my alley, though, so I'm glad it's being expanded upon. Easy to pick up the basic concept, but enough room for introducing new mechanics and gimmicks to keep things interesting.

Gambit Shifter — A chess-themed puzzle game. I don't have much to say about it, but what I do have to say is positive. It's a simple enough idea (if you're familiar with how chess pieces move on a grid) with a decent variety of puzzles and simple, stylized chess pieces. That's all you need, I suppose.

Iron Roads — A train management sim. This one didn't quite land for me. The management part (building stations and rails and bridges, buying trains, planning routes, implementing logic for train stops and the like) didn't hold my interest, and the rest of it felt a little bare-bones. It's relatively early in development so there's room to improve, but I don't think this one's for me.

Causeway — A sleek-looking puzzle game about connecting traffic lines. I expected more to it than that, but it's actually pretty minimalist: draw paths, connect input roads to output roads, let the simulation play out and hope you did it correctly so there's no overflow or collision. I couldn't find any way to adjust the camera and the interface felt a little awkward in general, especially when trying to fine-tune a road on the edge of the map or place a bunch of roads and bridges near each other. I like this one in concept, but less in practice.

Laysara: Summit Kingdom — So, uh, all of the city builders I've played in the past few years are getting sequels all of a sudden. Cities: Skylines, Airborne Kingdom, Before We Leave, all have sequels lined up. I hope I have time to play them. I also hope I have time to play Laysara when it comes out, because it pushes all the same buttons. A builder with a nice gameplay loop of making numbers go up and having everything fit together just right (but it's all on a grid, so you don't have to fit it all into place that much), and a unique gimmick or two to top it off. I've been looking forward to this one for almost a year, and I don't think that'll change any time soon.

Bulwark: Falconeer Chronicles — A sandbox city builder that shares a setting with the dev's previous work, The Falconeer (a game I'm not actually that familiar with, and have only seen in passing). As far as builders go, this is one of the most unorthodox I've played, mostly due to its control scheme. You traverse a network of connected buildings and extend that network upward and outward, rather than moving around the map independently and building from the top down (though with a useful airship, you're not entirely locked out of the latter). It's streamlined, but at the same time it feels like there's some nuance that I'm either not quite getting or can't access in this demo — supply lines and logistics, defenses, managing diplomacy and conflict with the different in-game factions, and so on. Despite Bulwark's oddities, or perhaps even because of them, I actually kinda dig it and I'm interested to see more. Mr. Sala, you have my attention.

Quest Master — A 2D Zelda-like with a focus on creating custom dungeons. It's been too long since I've dug into a good level editor. A good Zelda Maker might scratch that itch, though, especially since we've got options on that front (I should check out Super Dungeon Maker at some point, for comparison). Admittedly, this one might need some more time in the oven; no matter which control scheme you're using, the interface isn't as intuitive as I'd like and feels a bit awkward switching in and out of build mode, and currently there's no way to re-map any of the controls to mitigate this. It's got some neat ideas, though, and I'd like to see the game when it's been fully fleshed out.

Saltsea Chronicles — A point-and-click narrative game. I've had Die Gute Fabrik's previous foray into the genre (Mutazione) on my backlog for a while, and started up a playthrough after this game was announced. What I've seen so far in both games has been really interesting in terms of worldbuilding and character writing. Saltsea Chronicles seems particularly ambitious, with an ensemble cast and an episodic plot — each "episode" brings your motley crew to a different island in the Saltsea and you can choose who goes ashore to gather information, resources, mementos, etc., discovering more of the world and its inhabitants, advancing individual stories and the overarching narrative throughout. The demo episode was really well-written, and I am immediately invested in this setting and these characters. Of all the games I played in this Next Fest, this one might be the sleeper hit of the lot.

[ericleo108]

04/07/2023 Click here for Spotify, Apple Music, or YouTube. “Funk You” is my 38th official release. This track is a response to Olivia Rodrigo’s songs “Deja Vu” and “Good For You.” Although I’ve never met Olivia it’s written as if I were the one she was talking about in those two songs. This fictional response was written based on the lyrics from those two songs. I intentionally published this around the two-year anniversary of Olivia Rodrigo’s Sour album and the “Good For You” and “Deja Vu” music video which was released on April 1st, 2021.

Just to be clear, Olivia is NOT a cosmic luve. I have cosmic luves but this has nothing to do with that. This has everything to do with making something popular that can be easily understood and drawn into. I am intentionally doing this just to sell music. I think this is a track my audience would enjoy and be able to relate to. I love those two songs by Olivia and it’s a good concept piece to introduce my music based off a popular artist’s work. I also don’t wanna make break-up songs about my real cosmic luves.

The track was recorded, mixed, and mastered by Sam Peters at La Luna Recording in Kalamazoo, Michigan. The beat is by Tantubeats.com and the cover art is from Gigzlogo from Fiverr.

You can see me talk about this blog post from last Sunday Update here:

Lyrics:

Look, I just want the world to know I’m the one those two songs are about, listen

You might get funked up I might funk you up Become the harmony and get tough love Olivio Rodrigo likes to avoid things You’d probably support me If you knew the whole story Uw girl, you so smooth Make’n it look like you got used I’m not perfect, couldn’t live up to you I couldn’t give you perfect picture views I just wanna good girl to like me for me Not the company I keep and the crowd I bring You were focused on looks and how things seemed I wanted it to be real, so you never got a ring

She was attached now like “Good for You” So happy and healthy despite the news She thinks money buys happiness, but we got our problems At least my girl recognizes that we got them No fantasy world, where she’s a princess She brag’n to her friends about being a misfit Like um real and you’re a unicorn A fictitious creature, you brought this on I swear you got me that jacket As a symbol of status And your assumptive vision of fashion But I didn’t like it, you went batshit And told me that I look fat in it (Uw)

You might get funked up I might funk you up Become the harmony and get tough love Cuz Olivio Rodrigo likes to avoid things Yeah, you’d probably support me If you knew the whole story Cuz Uw girl, you so smooth Make’n it look like you got used I’m not perfect, couldn’t live up to you I couldn’t give you perfect picture views I just wanna good girl to like me for me Not the company I keep and the crowd I bring You were focused on looks and how these seemed I wanted it to be real, so you never got a ring

You know strawberry ice cream is my favorite I shared it with my sister, you’re weak and basic I’m a minimalist, I hate two spoons You just didn’t like the wooden one I brought to reuse That’s what’s recycled, a shared experience I only think of you as a piece of it It wasn’t love, it was infatuation I’ve always loved Billy Joel but with you, it’s faded Yeah I think of you, and get “Deja Vu” But when you come up now I play the blues But I’ll tell you the truth, I feel used I was always your ideal and never real to you

You might get funked up I might funk you up Become the harmony and get tough love Cuz Olivio Rodrigo likes to avoid things Yeah, you’d probably support me If you knew the whole story Cuz Uw girl, you so smooth Make’n it look like you got used I’m not perfect, couldn’t live up to you Couldn’t give you perfect picture views I just wanna good girl to like me for me Not the company I keep and the crowd I bring You were focused on looks and how these seemed I wanted it to be real, so you never got a ring

You might get funked up I might funk you up Become the harmony and get tough love You might get funked up I might funk you up Become the harmony and get tough love

[nel-world]

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Scene 1: Craig and His Father (The Job Talk)

Setting: Interior, kitchen of their home. Simple, low-budget set—just a table and chairs. The focus is on the conversation, not the setting.

Mr. Jones (sitting at the table, reading the newspaper): "Craig, what you planning to do today?"

Craig (leaning on the counter, avoiding eye contact): "Same thing I do every day, Pops. Just chill."

Mr. Jones (lowering the paper, serious): "That ain’t good enough, son. You’re a grown man now. You need to get yourself a job."

Craig: "I’m trying, Pops. It ain’t easy out here."

Mr. Jones: "You ain’t trying hard enough. I didn’t raise no lazy boy. You gotta make your own way, and it starts with finding work, any work."

Craig (frustrated): "But I’m out here looking every day!"

Mr. Jones (calm but firm): "Looking ain’t doing. I’ve been working hard my whole life. You think it’s easy to wake up every day, bust my ass, and come home tired? No, but that’s what men do. Responsibility, Craig."

Scene 2: Craig and His Father (The Fight Advice)

Setting: Interior, living room. Mr. Jones enters to find Craig sitting on the couch, tense after his encounter with Deebo. Minimal set needed—just a couch and table.

Mr. Jones (sitting beside Craig): "Heard about your little run-in with Deebo today."

Craig (frustrated): "Yeah, he won’t leave us alone. Always trying to pick a fight."

Mr. Jones: "Look, I know you’re feeling like you need to prove something, but fighting ain’t always the answer."

Craig (confused): "But Pops, sometimes you gotta stand up to a bully, right?"

Mr. Jones (nodding): "True, but it’s about how you stand up. Don’t let anger make the decision for you. Use your head. You don’t fight unless you absolutely have to, and if you do, you finish it. But you gotta be smart, Craig."

Craig: "So, what do I do?"

Mr. Jones: "You be a man. A real man knows when to walk away and when to stand firm. But you better be sure you’re fighting for the right reason, not just to show off."

Scene 3: Craig and His Father (Post-Fight Reflection)

Setting: Exterior, porch. Simple setup—a couple of chairs on the porch, minimal lighting for a nighttime scene. Craig sits outside, his father joins him after the tournament fight with Deebo.

Mr. Jones (sitting next to Craig, quietly): "I saw what happened today. You handled yourself out there."

Craig (still catching his breath): "Had no choice. He was gonna keep pushing me until I fought back."

Mr. Jones (nodding): "You did what you had to, and you did it right. But let me tell you something—don’t let that fight define you. Winning don’t mean nothing if you lose yourself in the process."

Craig: "I didn’t want it to come to this, Pops."

Mr. Jones: "I know. And that’s what makes you different from Deebo. You fought for the right reasons. But now, you gotta focus on moving forward. This don’t end here. You still got responsibilities, and you can’t lose sight of that."

Craig (reflecting): "You’re right. I gotta stay on the grind."

Mr. Jones (standing up, patting Craig on the shoulder): "Damn right. Now get some sleep. Tomorrow’s another day."

Scene 4: Craig and His Father (Final Advice)

Setting: Interior, Craig’s room. Minimalist set with a bed and basic furnishings. Mr. Jones enters as Craig is packing for work or training.

Mr. Jones: "Look at you, heading out early. Makes me proud, son."

Craig (smiling): "Trying to stay on track, Pops."

Mr. Jones (serious): "Just remember, Craig, life’s about more than proving yourself to others. You gotta live for you. Fight for what matters, and never lose sight of your own goals."

Craig: "I got it, Pops. Thanks for everything."

Mr. Jones: "No thanks needed. Just do me one favor—don’t be like Deebo. Be better."

Craig (nodding): "I will."

These rewritten scenes emphasize character development, fatherly wisdom, and emotionally grounded moments, perfect for a micro-budget script. You only need minimal set pieces, keeping it focused on the dialogue and the relationship between Craig and his father.

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You said:

about smell and catching dogs rewrite

ChatGPT said:

ChatGPT

Here’s a rewritten version of the iconic conversation between Craig and his father about smell and catching dogs, simplified and adapted for your micro-budget script:

Scene: Craig and His Father (The Smell and Dog-Catching Conversation)

Setting: Interior, kitchen. Mr. Jones is sitting at the table, eating his lunch. Craig walks in, looking frustrated after being nagged about getting a job. The setup is simple—just a table and chairs.

Mr. Jones (eating, not looking up): "Boy, I don’t know why you’re sitting around the house all day. You should be out there working, like me. Catching dogs, making a living."

Craig (sighing): "I’m trying, Pops. But I don’t want to do what you do."

Mr. Jones (looking at Craig): "Oh, what? You too good for catching dogs now? Let me tell you something, boy. When you got a job, you gotta take pride in it. I’ve been catching dogs for years, and it’s a good, honest living."

Craig: "But, Pops, that job stinks—literally!"

Mr. Jones (grinning): "Yeah, it stinks, alright! You think I like the smell? No! But guess what? I get paid. And when you get paid, you don’t care about no smell. You get used to it. That smell’s the smell of money, boy."

Craig (laughing a little): "Man, I don’t know how you do it. I couldn’t handle chasing after dogs all day."

Mr. Jones: "It’s not just about chasing dogs. You gotta be smart. Dogs are quick, but I’m quicker. You learn their tricks. You gotta outthink ‘em. And once you catch ‘em, you feel like you accomplished something."

Craig (smirking): "Yeah, but I bet they still smell worse than you after a shift."

Mr. Jones (laughing): "Boy, please! I smell like success. You’ll understand when you start working. And when you do, you better appreciate that paycheck, ‘cause that’s the smell of responsibility."