#intellects of classical music

[thetypicalwriter]

western art historical timeline

prague, march 2022

[misseviehyde]

HEARTLESS

"Are you sure you are talking about MY Mom?" gasped Kathryn as she stared at the two older women in front of her in horror. "You're claiming that Rebecca Gray was the biggest bully at this school? Really?"

Kathryn was standing in Lauderdale High's cavernous main hall. Tables and chairs had been set out and banners proclaiming 'Class of 2000' had been strewn everywhere. Kathryn was dressed in a smart white blouse and black skirt. Her plain brown hair was pulled up in a bun over her head.

As a current student at the school and the student president, she was both fulfilling her duty, but also earning a bit of extra money helping to serve drinks and snacks to the guests at this reunion. When Principal Saunders had asked her, she'd been keen to help. She'd also been curious to meet her Mom's classmates and find out the gossip.

Her Mom NEVER spoke about her school days and to Kathryn's disapointment she had even refused to come to this reunion, claiming that she had been bullied at school and didn't want to attend. But now, Kathryn was learning that is was HER Mom that had been the bully.

Mary and Angelina shook their heads slightly in disapproval. "No, we're saying that bitch Beckie Gray was the actual devil AND the biggest bully this school ever saw. She was a stuck up bitch who used her pretty looks and position as Head Cheerleader to torment everyone. Your Mom made our lives absolute Hell."

"B...but that can't be right," boggled Kathryn. "My Mom is a really nice person. She's the sweetest, most caring person I've ever met."

The two women scoffed. "Well your Mom must be a very different person to who she was when we were at school. You seem nice enough dear, but I'm afraid your Mom ruined our lives. No offense, but we'd rather talk to some of our old friends, not the daughter of our worst bully. Goodbye."

The two women drifted off to talk to someone else, leaving Kathryn alone. Putting down the tray of glasses she was carrying she walked over to the door and exited into the corridor. She just needed a minute to get her head together.

Walking over to the water fountain, head reeling, she splashed her face. The cool water brought her back to her senses. She was being crazy, just because two silly old women accused her Mom of something didn't mean anything. They were probably just confused.

Kathryn pictured her Mom. Rebecca was a fairly average looking woman, handsome perhaps, but not pretty. She was shy and bookish, she worked at a pharmacy and was interested in classical music. Her Mom had zero interest in sports and the thought of her as a cheerleader was actually laughable. Kathryn couldn't reconcile the thought of the gentle kind woman she knew with the image being painted by her Mom's classmates. It didn't make sense.

"Hey are you okay?"

Kathryn looked up to see her best friend Pippa looking concerned. She was here helping tonight too. Behind her thick glasses and sensible haircut, Pippa had kind brown eyes and a keen intellect. She was always looking out for her friends and had noticed Kathryn leaving the room.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little weirded out. Let's get this gig over with, I wanna go home and talk to my Mom about something."

Pippa gave her a reassuring hug and the two girls returned to the Hall.

***

"Excuse me, did I hear right that you're Beckie Gray's daughter?"

Kathryn was tidying up some empty glasses, the reunion nearly over, when the man approached her. She'd seen him a few times that night looking oddly at her. He looked to be her Mom's age and had a slightly shy, embarrased look about him.

"Errrr, yeah," she muttered feeling slightly concerned. She glanced around and saw Pippa was nearby which was a little reassuring but still... where was this going? What did this weirdo want?

"Listen, I knew your Mom at school. In fact I guess you could say, I was her stalker. It's embarrasing to admit it now but I was totally obssesed with her. She drove me nuts and she seemed to enjoy tormenting and teasing me. She was a real bitch you know."

Kathryn coloured, "My Mom is NOT a bitch. I wish everyone would stop saying that!"

"Ohhh errr, of course, I'm sorry. Look - I just wanted to talk to you quickly and to give you something of hers. You see, just before we all graduated I stole something from your Mom. She always used to wear this really sexy looking heart necklace. There was just something so hot about it. The way it nestled in her big ti... errr anyway.

One night at a party she was really drunk and your Mom passed out on the sofa. I hate to admit it, but before her friends took her home to sleep it off, I stole the necklace. I heard she was really fucking mad about it at first. Strange thing was after a couple of days, she almost seemed like a new person. I heard she really calmed down and got on with her life after that.

Look, I've kept it all these years, but now I just want rid of the damn thing. Please will you give it back to her?"

The man quickly shoved a small black jewel case into her hands and before Kathryn could ask any further questions he hurried away.

***

"What was THAT all about?" asked Pippa curiously as the two girls finished storing the boxes away and began switching off the lights. "Who was that guy?"

"I don't know, it's weird," mused Kathryn examining the little jewel case in her hand. "All night people have been telling me at school my Mom was some sort of horrible bitch. They keep telling me she was a cheerleader, had big boobs, used to get off on being cruel to people... but it doesn't sound anything like the woman I know. I just thought it was some mistake, but then this guy gave me some necklace she always used to wear, and now I'm wondering if it's somehow connected?"

"How could it be?" asked Pippa.

"I don't know, it really doesn't make any sense." Hesitantly Kathryn flipped open the jewel case and lifted out the necklace inside. It was very fine and beautiful. A stylish silver heart glittering with jewels on a fine gold chain... it looked really pretty.

"Wow, that's soooo pretty," gasped Pippa. The other girls lips parted, her hands almost reaching unconsciously towards the necklace, her breathing heavy and her eyes shining. "Can I try it on?"

Kathryn felt a sudden stab of annoyance and irritation... no almost HATRED for her friend. She saw a greedy little troll reaching out to take what wasn't hers, a pathetic little bitch who dared to presume she could touch Kathryn's property. She snatched the necklace back and grasped it to her bosom.

"NO!" snarled Kathyrn, her eyes full of sudden malice. Pippa recoiled in horror at her friends tone and physical posture. It looked like Kathryn was going to attack her.

Then the moment passed and Kathryn blinked in surpise. "Woah, I'm sorry Pippa. I don't know what came over me there. That was weird."

"It's okay, it's been a long night," sulked Pippa, still staring at Kathryn's hand.

Pippa's eyes were still drawn to the necklace. Desire still burned in them, but it was muted now.

Put the necklace on.

Kathryn felt rather than heard the voice. She looked down and she felt a sudden thrill as the same desire Pippa had just had ignite in her own heart.

Yesssss. Wear the necklace. Become the new bearer.

Kathryn groaned as a delicious thrill pulsed through her body. She suddenly wanted to gloat. The necklace was HERS and she WAS going to try it on.

That's right. Mommy was bad, but you'll be even badder. It's been so long since I had a wearer. I can't wait to make you evil. You're going to make such an evil fucking bitch.

Kathryn's breathing was heavy, her nipples were hard, her skin was tingling. A slutty smirk twitched on her lips as she began to lift the necklace up over her head. Her pussy was wet with anticipation.

Pippa's eyes were locked onto the necklace. Kathryn wanted to laugh, it felt so good to be the one and lord it over the other girl.The one? What did that mean? Where were these thoughts coming from?

Mmmmh, all that mattered was the necklace.

Yesssss, you... are... mine....

Kathryn's nails began to tingle and extend, her hair began to turn silkier... her breasts ached deliciously. Just one more inch and...

"Girls, are you still tidying up? What's taking so long?"

The spell was suddenly broken by the voice of Principal Saunders. Kathryn gasped, suddenly feeling weirdly self conscious holding the heart necklace over her head. Blushing she quickly pushed the necklace back into the black jewel case and she slid it into her school satchel.

"Sorry Principal Saunders, we're all done here."

Pippa blushed too. "Woah, that was weird Kathryn. I felt really weird when you had that necklace out. I don't like this, something is wrong."

"I agree. Don't worry I'll get to the bottom of it Pippa. Trust me."

***

"Mom, when you were at school, did you used to own a heart necklace or something?"

In all the years she had known her Mom, Kathryn had never seen her Mom act like the way she did when she mentioned the necklace. It was like her Mom was a different person.

Rebecca's breathing suddenly became heavier, her eyes more intense. She turned quickly to her daughter an eager but terrified expression on her face.

"Why? Did someone find it? Where is it? If you know where it is you'd tell me right?"

"Mom, of course I would. No I don't know where it is," she lied. "What's going on, why are you acting weird?"

Rebecca began to cry.

"I was worried this would happen if you went to that stupid reunion. Listen baby, you have to be very careful. When I was younger I made a terrible mistake. I fell under the control of a very evil object. A beautiful silver heart. When I wore it, it gave me everything I thought I wanted. Beauty, power, popularity... but it made me heartless and cruel."

Rebecca took Kathryn's hands. Her grip was intense, almost crushing. She looked deep into her daughters eyes and Kathryn could see a mixture of longing and fear in her Mom's eyes.

"You have to understand, if I saw that necklace again, I don't know if I could control myself. To wear it again, to be hot and bitchy. To be a tight little evil whore who got everything she wanted. Even now I fantasize about it sometimes. Somehow I lost the necklace at school. It was stolen just before I graduated. At first I was consumed by rage, I tore the town up looking for it... but as the evil power faded, I became me again. I realised what it had done to me, who it had made me. I moved on with my life and hoped never to see it again."

Kathryn's heart was thudding. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Once someone wears the necklace, they become transformed. Then it's too late. They have the power to dominate others, make them do whatever they want. If someone wears that accursed thing, you'll never be able to get it off them unless they are asleep or unconscious. They will become totally evil, heartless and all powerful. I got lucky, somehow the necklace was taken from me and whoever removed it must have been immune to its transformative effects... a male perhaps? Not that men can resist the wearer when she has it on, they become total slaves. There was this one boy who was totally addicted to me, I made him do terrible things to please me... oh God I was such an evil bitch..."

Rebecca began to cry, great wracking sobs. Kathryn hugged her Mom.

"It's okay, no one has found the necklace, it must be gone. Someone mentioned it to me is all and now I understand why everyone said you were a bully. I'm glad you're free of it Mom, I'm glad."

"Promise me if you ever do find it, you'll throw it into a river or bury it deep underground. It's too dangerous to keep around."

"I promise Mom. I swear it."

***

Kathryn patted the side of her satchel, feeling the shape of the jewel case where she had left it yesterday. She couldn't stop thinking about the necklace.

She and her Mom had talked long into the night about the evil necklace and her terrible past. Kathryn had been horrified to hear about the things her Mom had done... but to her shame also excited.

As her Mom described her life as an evil slutty bullying cheerleader, Kathryn had found it hard not to imagine herself in her Mom's place.

"I used to have tits. Huge big bouncing tits. My hair was blonde and my body tanned and super attractive. I had long sexy nails and hips for miles. I must have fucked every hot boy in school, ruined every loving relationship. I bullied my friends and forced everyone to worship me. The worst bit was it made me cum so hard to be bad. I was totally addicted to being evil, my body responded to being a bully by rewarding me with pleasure. I was becoming more and more evil, the necklace wasn't far off corrupting me entirely."

As her Mom had spoken, Kathryn had imagined those huge bolt on tits on her own chest. She imagined laughing like a horny bitch as she pumped a huge black cock in each manicured hand, cum blasting out to coat her tits as she moaned and giggled.

She imagined bouncing her tight pussy on a throbbing cock whilst the girl whose man she was fucking cried in the corner. She imagined squeezing her perfect body into tight outfits, making all the men stare. She imagined being the Alpha girl, surrounded by her flunkies in the cheer squad. She imagined dragging Sarah O'Connel, one of her friends, into the girls toilet and ordering her girls to flush her head in the loo.

She imagined how hard she would squirt and how good her pussy would feel as she put on the necklace. She needed it so badly.

Put me on... now you know what I can do... don't you want it even more?

Kathryn's breathing was heavy, her hand almost inside her satchel. "Nooooo, I have to resist," she hissed. It would be so easy to take out the jewel case and put on the heart necklace. So easy to feel her small tits swell up and her body transform. So easy to laugh and gloat as she became an evil whore and embraced the corruption that was her birthright. She imagined long nails emerging from her fingers, her lips swelling up and becoming bitchy, her face that of a Goddess. She imagined how good it would feel to be evil and spoiled. She imagined two massive breasts bouncing on her chest, creamy and white, a massive cock between them as she jerked off a boy and made him her slave.

Yesssss, you can't resist much longer. Soon you won't be Kathryn anymore. You will be Kat Gray, the eviliest bitch this school has ever known.

Kathryn forced the intrusive thoughts out of her head with difficulty. "No. Tonight after school you're getting buried in the woods. You aren't going to corrupt anyone else. I'm doing this for my Mom... I have to be strong."

Forcing her hand away from her satchel she walked into school.

***

"Kathryn, are you okay? You seem weird," asked Pippa concernedly as the two girls got ready for gym. They were about to practice basketball and Kathryn had hardly spoken for the last twenty minutes.

"I'm okay Pippa, I'm just tired."

They walked down the corridor towards the gym. "Oh no, not now," suddenly gasped Pippa.

"What's the matter?" asked Kathryn in concern.

"My period, I can't believe it. I must have got my dates mixed up. I haven't got any pads with me either."

Kathryn hugged Pippa. "Don't worry, there are some in my satchel. Go and grab one, I'll cover for you."

"Oh thanks babe," said Pippa gratefully. "I won't be long." Kathryn waited in the corridor whilst her friend went back into the changing rooms.

Kathryn shook her head ruefully. It wasn't like Pippa to make a mistake like that. Perhaps she had been distracted by the evil neckace last night as well and it was affecting her too.

Wait...

The necklace... her satchel!

She turned and dashed, her heart hammering in fear as she burst into the changing rooms to see Pippa lowering the necklace around her head.

"MMMMMmmhh, oh MY FUCKING GOD YESSSSSS!"

Pippa moaned in pleasure, her body arching as the necklace slid comfortably around her neck. Her bones cracked and popped as her tiny body expanded and her pale skin tanned and smoothed. Evil power flooded into her, turning the sweet little dork into the ultimate bitch.

"Yessss, fucking give it to MEEEE," she gloated, her dorky hair lengthening and turning blonde as she tore off her glasses and crushed them beneath her feet. "Yessss FUCKING DO IT!"

"No! Pippa, take off the necklace," screamed Kathryn, but Pippa just laughed as her roots turned blonde and her she shot up to tower over her former friend.

"Never. This is MINE now. Mmmmmmh, I feel so fucking EVIL. Hahaha you dumb bitch, this feels SO fucking GOOOD! I can't believe you left the necklace in your bag, I just wanted to look at it, but then I held it and I knew what it could do. I WANT IT!"

Pippa pushed out her chest and laughed as her small non-existent tits began to swell. Her clothing creaked and tore as two huge boobs, nearly as big as the basketballs behind her swelled enticingly out of her body. "Mmmmmh, check out THESE babies you fucking loser," she laughed, grabbing her tits and feeling the satisfying weight of them. "Perfect for fucking big strong cocks."

Pippa's hair now extended down to her ass, which was now rounded and firm. Her hips had cracked out and her legs were long and sexy. She looked like a supermodel and as her clothing transformed to suit her new body - it was clear she was into wearing designer clothes now.

Pippa flexed long white nails, enjoying the feeling of the claws on her fingers. She ran her hands over her perfect body, lingering on her crotch where her tight new pussy was throbbing with lust.

"Mmmmh, this could have been you loser. All you had to do was wear the necklace and you could have been a Goddess. Instead I get to be the bitch and I LOVE it."

Pippa's once kind eyes were now mean and cruel, her perfect lips in a permanent bitchy smile. The heart necklace bounced above her big tits mockingly.

She strode forward. She towered over Kathryn now and it was clear she was twice as strong. "Kneel loser."

Kathryn felt her knees give way. She couldn't resist this Goddess. She knew instinctively that if Pippa ordered her to throw herself from the top of the gym apparatus, she would now. She shivered in fear hoping that wasn't what Pippa had planned.

"Tell me everything you know about this necklace. Tell me everything about your Mom."

Kathryn obeyed. She couldn't resist.

Pippa's lips twitched into a wicked smile. "Your Mom sounded hot when she was a bitch, I wonder if we can't bring back the good old days after all... but first we need to make a few... adjustments."

Kathryn whimpered as her former friend advanced on her.

***

Rebecca gasped as the door to her house opened and the most beautiful girl she had ever seen walked in like she owned the place. Behind her, crawled her daughter Kathryn on all fours.

The blonde girl had attached a dog collar to Kathryn's neck and was now walking her with a dog lead. Her daughters hair had been closely cropped short and she had been crying. A pair of fake dog ears had besn rammed onto her head. Rebecca felt a surge of rage at the sight.

Then she saw the heart necklace round the girls neck and her breath stopped short.

"Yes. You know what this is don't you? Hello Rebecca. It's me Pippa. I see you recognise my beautiful necklace, but I have changed since we last met."

"Noooooo," groaned Rebecca backing away as the blonde girl advanced menacingly. "Pippa you have to take it off."

"Hahah. Never. Mmmmh, that's right loser. The power is mine now and your stupid daughter is my little pet. She's been telling me all about what a bitch you used to be and it really turned me on. I've decided to bring Beckie back. You can't have the necklace, but with a bit of programming I'm sure I can bring your evil side back and then you can help me make Kathryn's life a misery."

Rebecca gasped, she couldn't believe how evil Pippa had become. She trembled in fear.

"Don't try to hide it 'Beckie'. I can see your nipples getting hard at the thought. You loved being an evil bitch and with my help you can be again. A little plastic surgery, you could even have big tits again. Now repeat after me, I am an evil bitch and I love being mean."

"Nnnnnooooo," gasped Rebecca, her nipples suddenly alarmingly hard and her body throbbing with pleasure.

"Yessssss, you want it," hissed Pippa moving closer, her intoxicating perfume and irrestible corrupting presence now focused on Rebecca. "You are a bitch. You're a fucking bitch and you want to be evil again. Say it."

Rebecca moaned, memories of the evil slut she had once been rising to the surface. She had loved being a cruel, teenage slut and having it all. Losing the necklace had been the worst thing to ever happen to her. She DID want it. She had been fighting it all these years, but now she knew she coudn't resist.

"Yessss, I am a bitch. An evil bitch."

"No Mom! Don't," cried Kathryn causing Pippa to laugh.

"Keep barking little doggy, it's too late. Beckie will soon be back."

Kathryn watched in horror as her Mom's eyes rolled up into her head. Her lips moved, repeating the mantra Pippa bad given her.

"I am an evil bitch, I am Beckie."

Her Mom seemed to be cumming.

"Ugghhh fuckkkk yessss. I am an evil bitch, I am Beckie. I am an evil bitch..."

Pippa smiled. "Yesssss that's it. Let Beckie come back, let her take control. You are a bitch just like me."

"Fuckkkkk yessssss I'm a mmmmmmh bitch."

Kathryn cried as she watched her Mom shudder and orgasm in pleasure. It was too late now.

Pippa's face was gloating and cruel, she was aroused by the corruption. She loved to see it. Leaning over, she whispered something in Beckie's ear.

Beckie's eyes rolled back down and she looked at Kathryn with cold disdain. "Mmmh, you're so right Pippa. My daughter does need training. I will deal with it."

Pippa handed the lead over to Beckie and patted Kathryn on the head.

"I'll see you at school loser. I'm going to have sooooo much fun in my new body and with my new life. I am so getting fucked tonight. I'll leave you with your Mom. I'm sure she'll have you well in hand soon enough."

Laughing she walked away with a clop of heels as Beckie looked down with a sneer at her daughter. "Time for your training Kathryn. You've been a bad girl but now you will serve Pippa and I."

Kathryn wanted to cry, but she knew it would do no good. Both her bullies were now completely... heartless.

THE END

[fafnir19]

A child is born

The night air was crisp as Colin and Julia Copman, a wealthy and influential couple, stood in their lavish mansion, their eyes gleaming with anticipation. The full moon illuminated the ancient spell book that lay open on the altar before them, its pages yellowed with age.

They had sought this moment for years. Julia, with her warm smile and gentle eyes, longed for a child to complete their family, but her body had other plans. Colin, determined to fulfill his wife's wish, scoured the earth for a solution. His relentless search led him to an ancient tome, promising to hold the key to their problem. On Halloween, in a clandestine ceremony, they gathered the peculiar ingredients. Julia's delicate hands held a small vial containing her blood, a contribution from the heart of the family. Colin, with his sharp features and determined gaze, provided his seed, a symbol of his ambition. To this mixture, they added peculiar elements: the spit of a renowned musical actor, ensuring their child's voice would captivate all who heard it; fingernails from a business tycoon, infusing the child with strategic acumen; and pubic hairs from a celebrated athlete, granting virility and strength. As the final ingredients were gathered, they turned their attention to the centerpiece of the ritual—a pristine white silk blanket. This fabric, soon to be the cradle of their creation, was laid upon the bed, its softness a stark contrast to the dark magic about to unfold. With trembling hands, they poured the concoction onto the silk, watching as it absorbed the essence of their desires. The once-white blanket slowly transformed, its color shifting to a deep, menacing black, mirroring the night sky. The room fell silent, the only sound the steady ticking of the clock, counting down to the birth of their creation. At the stroke of midnight, the blanket stirred. A ripple ran through the fabric, as if something were moving beneath it.

The Copmans held their breath, their eyes fixed on the growing lump. Then, with a final dramatic flourish, a young man emerged, sitting up and shaking off the silk like a newborn awakening from a deep slumber. Curly blond hair framed his face, and his shaved sides added a modern edge to his classic beauty. "Cohen," Julia whispered, her voice filled with awe and relief. Cohen's arrival was met with awe and adoration. He possessed an otherworldly charm that captivated everyone he encountered. Teachers, parents, and peers alike found themselves under his spell, their wills bending to his every word. His physical perfection was matched only by his intellect, making him the ultimate creation, tailored to dominate and succeed in every aspect of life. But beneath the flawless exterior, a dark purpose lurked.

At college, Cohen's path collided with Logan, the son of Jack, a tenant in one of the Copman's many properties. Logan, an average student, found himself both jeoulus and also repelled by Cohen. While Cohen exuded confidence, Logan struggled to find his place, often joining his father's protests against the Copman's gentrification plans.

"You know, Logan," Cohen purred during one of their sociology courses, "you have potential. With a little effort, you could be extraordinary." Logan scoffed, his eyes narrowing. "I don't need your fake compliments, Cohen. I know you're just trying to butter me up." Cohen's smile never wavered. "Jealousy doesn't suit you, my friend. Embrace your potential, and you might just find yourself on the winning side."

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the dilapidated streets of their neighborhood. Jack stood at the front of a small gathering of protestors, their signs held high: “Save Our Homes!” and “No Gentrification!” He was the epitome of an old-school hippy, his spirit defiantly resisting the encroaching corporate world. The air was thick with the scent of autumn leaves and the determination of his fellow tenants. Jack’s long hair billowed in the chill breeze as he raised his voice, “We won’t let the Copmans erase our community for their profit!” “Yeah!” a voice shouted from the crowd. “Fight for our homes!”

When Jack came home Logan, his son, slumped on the worn couch in their small apartment, staring at the flickering light of the TV.

Jack leaned against the peeling paint of the apartment wall, the scent of damp and desperation clinging to him like a second skin. Outside, the city buzzed with the sounds of life—a siren wailing in the distance, the thud of boots on pavement, the distant laughter of college students. He rubbed his temples, the weight of the protest pressing heavily on his shoulders. “Dad, you really think this is going to change anything?” Logan asked, his voice a mixture of skepticism and resignation. “It has to, Logan. They can’t just bulldoze over our lives for a shiny new façade.” Jack’s voice was strained, tinged with the urgency of a man who had fought too long and too hard. Jack clenched his fists, his long hair falling into his eyes. “You’re going to have to work with Cohen on this college project. Use it to get information.” Logan grimaced, scrunching his face in distaste, “Ugh, Cohen? He’s the worst! He’s got that smug smile like he’s better than everyone else.” Jack sighed, his eyes narrowing. “Listen, son, he’s a tool, but you might find a way to use him. Charm and flatter him and you can gather intel on their plans.” Logan rolled his eyes, frustration boiling over. “And become his little puppet? No thanks. He’s insufferable!” “Cohen’s not just some rich kid; he’s a threat. We need to know what they’re planning.” Jack’s voice softened, knowing this was more than just a college project. ““Just try to be civil, you can do this, Logan. I believe in you…. and if he has a weakness, find it. We need every advantage we can get! ” “Fine.” Logan groaned, shoving his hands deep into his pockets. “But if he starts talking about his fancy yacht or his stupid ties, I’m out.” Jack chuckled. “You’ll survive. Just remember, you’re the smart one here.”

The Copman mansion loomed before Logan like a dark thundercloud, its grandeur suffocating. As he stepped inside, the chill of the marble floors sent a shiver up his spine. Cohen was already there, lounging on a plush sofa, flipping through a textbook as though it were a mere magazine.

“Hey, Logan!” Cohen’s voice was smooth, almost syrupy. “Glad you could make it. We’re going to crush this project.” Logan forced a smile, feeling the weight of disdain settle in his stomach. “Let’s just get it over with.” “Come on, lighten up! You’re too smart to be so serious all the time,” Cohen said, a hint of mockery in his tone. “With a little effort, you could be quite the catch, you know?” “Yeah, right,” Logan shot back, crossing his arms. “I’d rather not be a puppet.” Cohen’s laughter echoed through the opulent room, a sound that felt foreign against the backdrop of Logan’s frustration. “Puppet? Nah, more like... a partner. Don’t you want to make a difference?” Logan rolled his eyes, but the unease in his gut only intensified. “Not with you.” “Why not?” Cohen leaned closer, a sly grin playing at the corners of his mouth. “I can help you find your voice. You just need to embrace what you’ve got.” Logan swallowed hard, feeling trapped in the thick web of Cohen’s charm. “I’m not your project, Cohen. I’m not here to be your sycophant.” Cohen’s smirk widened, revealing a hint of something darker. “Oh, I think you’ll find you’re more useful to me than you realize.” Logan shivered, an inexplicable chill creeping down his spine. He pushed the feeling aside, determined to keep his guard up. “Let’s just get this over with.” As they began their work, the air grew thick with tension and the stakes were rising higher.

The day dragged on, and as the sun began to set, Logan felt a sense of relief as they called it a day. He followed Cohen up a grand staircase to a luxurious guest room, complete with a king-sized bed adorned with white silk sheets and a black silk blanket. "I trust you'll be comfortable here," Cohen said, his voice smooth. "We'll start fresh in the morning." Logan nodded, grateful to be alone. He changed into his white pajamas and slid into the bed, the pillows enveloping him in comfort.

The next morning, the sun had barely crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow into the luxurious bedroom. Logan, still groggy from his restful sleep, stirred in the plush bed, his senses slowly awakening.

But as he moved, he felt something unusual—a sensation that made him snap into full alertness. The black blanket, once a comforting weight on his body, now seemed alive. It slithered, almost like a serpent, across his limbs, its dark fabric contrasting sharply with the white sheets and pillows. Logan's eyes widened as he watched, mesmerized and terrified, as the blanket enveloped him. It flowed over his body, transforming every piece of fabric it touched into the same lustrous black silk. The once-white pajamas he wore now matched the blanket's hue, hugging his frame as if tailored just for him. Panic seized him, and he struggled to free himself, his fingers frantically tugging at the silk pajama top. It clung stubbornly, as if reluctant to let him go, but with a final, desperate yank, he managed to tear it off, gasping for breath. He sank back into the pillows, his chest heaving, and stared down at his body. His breath caught in his throat as he noticed the changes. His stomach, once soft and unremarkable, now boasted a defined six-pack, and his entire physique had transformed into that of a Greek god.

Logan's fingers traced the contours of his new body, a mix of astonishment and pleasure washing over him. As he lay there, reveling in this unexpected metamorphosis, he felt a stirring below. His cock twitched, awakening to the soft caress of the silk. The sensation was electric, and he watched, his smirk growing wider, as his cock rose to attention, straining against the confines of his black silk pajama pants. It was as if his body had been reborn, and with it, a newfound confidence. *What a great cock... it's magnificent!* The thought echoed in his mind, and he couldn't help but agree. Such arrogance was unfamiliar to him, but it felt right, as if he had always been meant to be this way. He imagined the reaction of his peers, the envy in their eyes as they beheld his new physique and the bulge in his pants. *They'll all want me,* he thought, *chicks and guys alike.*

The bedroom door creaked open, interrupting Logan's musings. Cohen, his project partner and host, stood in the doorway, clad only in tight black silk shorts, his expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. He took in the sight of Logan, sprawled on the bed, his legs spread, and the bulge in his pants evident. Cohen's lips curved into a smile, his plan unfolding perfectly. He approached the bed, his bare feet silent on the plush carpet. Without a word, he perched on the edge of the mattress, his hand reaching out to gently stroke Logan's hardening cock. The touch was electric, and Logan, who would have normally recoiled from such an advance, found himself relaxing into the sensation. Cohen's fingers, skilled and confident, began to work their magic, stroking and teasing, and Logan's body responded, his cock throbbing with need. The sensation of the silk against his hardening cock only added to the pleasure, and he watched with a newfound arrogance as Cohen stroked him with skilled hands. "Mmm..." Logan moaned softly, his eyes half-lidded as pleasure coursed through him.

Cohen's touch was electric, and Logan's thoughts were no longer his own. The values and beliefs he once held dear began to fade and the Copman family's desires and ambitions seeped into his mind, erasing his past life and replacing it with a new identity. Cohen's fingers worked their mastery, and Logan's body arched, his back pressing into the silk sheets. The room echoed with the sound of skin on silk, the rustle a sensual accompaniment to the dark ritual. "Yes... Oh, yes!" Logan's voice, now deeper and laced with confidence, filled the room. His breath came in short gasps, and his heart raced as the pleasure built. Cohen's plan was working; Logan's essence was being reshaped, his DNA rewritten with the Copman lineage. As Logan's climax neared, Cohen whispered, his breath hot against Logan's ear, "Soon, you will be reborn - as Logan Copman." "Ahh...!" Logan's cry of release was loud, his body convulsing as he shot his load into the silk. The sensation was intense, and for a moment, he felt a strange detachment, as if he were witnessing someone else's pleasure. The old Logan, his DNA, and his very soul were now just a cum spot  on the lustrious silk pajama pants and replaced by the Copman's linage. His once modest nature and humble background, was fading away. "Oh, fuck..." Logan panted, his eyes still closed, savoring the aftermath of his orgasm. Cohen's satisfied grin widened as he watched Logan's transformation. "Perfect," he murmured. "Just as planned." The black silk, as if sensing its master's desires, flowed around Logan's body, shaping itself into a stylish black suit, complete with a crisp white shirt and a black silk tie.

"Welcome, Logan Copman," Cohen said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Are you ready to embrace your destiny as the heir?" Logan turned, his eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of his name. "I've always been Logan Copman. Heir to the Copman empire. Why do you speak as if I'm new to this role?" His voice carried an air of arrogance, a trait he had never possessed before. Cohen's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with a sinister light. Logan sat up, the black silk suit now fully formed, hugging his new muscular frame. The transformation was complete, and the old Logan was a distant memory, replaced by the arrogance and entitlement of the Copman family. "Of course, my dear boy," Cohen replied, his tone soothing. "You've always been destined for greatness. And now, it's time to claim your birthright." Logan stood, his movements graceful and confident. He adjusted himself in the tight silk pants, his cock now a source of pride and power. "I'm ready," he declared, his voice carrying an air of command. "Let's go, Cohen. I have a family business to attend to."

As Logan strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing on the marble floor, Colin Copman entered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Cohen approached him, bowing slightly. "Master Copman," he said, his voice filled with respect. "I have succeeded in my task. The final ingredient, a living boy, has been offered, and your heir is born." Colin's eyes narrowed, a mix of curiosity and satisfaction playing across his face. "You sacrificed the son of Jack, our tenant?" Cohen's grin widened, revealing a hint of sharp fangs. "Yes, and what a perfect choice he was.“ Colin's eyes widened slightly at the revelation. "And the boy, Logan, he is...?" "No more," Cohen replied, a sinister edge to his voice. " His essence has been completely overwritten. He is Logan Copman, through and through. The old Logan is nothing but a distant memory, a speck of dust in the wind.” Colin's laughter filled the corridor, a chilling sound that spoke of his malicious delight. "Excellent! I must admit, I'm pleased it was him. His father has been a thorn in our side for too long. You've done well, demon. The spell is complete, and our legacy is secured!" With a final bow, Cohen approached the black blanket, the portal to the demonic realms. "My task is done. I will return to the shadows, leaving the Copmans with their new heir." With that, Cohen moved swiftly, jumping onto the black blanket, which had been the catalyst for this dark magic. The fabric rippled, and in a flash of darkness, Cohen was gone and the blanket lay still, its purpose fulfilled. Colin stood alone, his eyes fixed on the spot where Cohen had been moments ago.

He felt a surge of power and pride. "Logan Copman," he whispered, savoring the name. "My son, my heir." Unbeknownst to the Copmans, their fate was now intertwined with the demonic forces they had summoned. Cohen's plan had come to fruition, and the new Logan was ready to take his place in the family, unaware of the dark origins of his existence.

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Heeey~ can I have a request of Homidicial Liu, Jeff The Killer, Jane the Killer and Clockwork with S/O who are Mysyerious? kind of like Raven from teen Titans. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

HOMIDICIAL LIU, JEFF THE KILLER, JANE THE KILLER and CLOCKWORK with MYSTERIOUS S/O

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A/N: Hello there Anon!!!! I hope you like the final result of these character headcanons and I would like to apologize if there are any OOC Characters inside of this Headcannon. I am trying my best to put the Reader as the portrayal from Raven Teen Titans.

Warning: Cursing from Jane the Killer and Jeff the Killer

Gender: Neutral

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HOMIDICIAL LIU

Liu finds that you are a bit too cold and a bit distant because you don't like to interact with the other proxies. Instead, you often shut them off and distract yourself with other things.

But Sully finds you interesting, he also finds you to be not annoying. He doesn't really like loud people and push-over people as he finds that the two of you have a bit of similarity (You two prefer to be alone).

And as someone who is introverted and loves peace, it was no surprise you prefer Liu over Sully more. Sully can be really an asshole sometimes and when he screams, it is REALLY LOUD. Of course, Liu is going to apologize to you on Sully's behalf for pissing you off.

Liu would most likely leave you alone as he respects your personal space. However, it would be not the same case as Sully who would sometimes bother you just for shit and giggles.

I can see Liu as someone who enjoys music and reading books so he sometimes hangs out with you together in peace by reading and listening to music together.

But Sully finds your hobby of reading, listening to music, or other calming hobbies boring so he would just watch you from afar with a bored face and then decide if he should leave you alone or just throw the book or earphone away to distract you.

Actually, the two of them surprisingly prefer an introvert and calm S/O instead of an extrovert/overly friendly one. Sully finds them really annoying but Liu just prefers doing things together with you in the house instead of going out.

Liu is disappointed when you are sassy/snarky/sarcastic with other proxies and roasted the fuck out of them but Sully finds them to be hilarious and gives a score to all of your roasts from one (boring) to ten (Funny as fuck and very destructive).

Sully finds it adorable underneath that mean and cold facade, you're not as asshole as how people portray you to be. Sometimes even teasing you about how 'cute' you are.

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As (Y/N) sat in the pleasant nook of the kitchen, stools standing behind the countertops, the world around them/her/his seemed to disappear into a peaceful haze. With each sip, the lovely scent of the tea swirled surrounding (Y/N), mixing with the subtle murmur of conversations and the soft hum of the espresso machine.

Suddenly, a loud splitting sound broke the silence, jolting you out of your peaceful tranquillity. Startled, (Y/N) gazed up, their/her/his eyes meeting Jeff the Killer's terrifying gaze, known for his demonic grin and creepy presence. His sneer twisted with excitement as he leaned in, his words piercing the air like a cold blade. "Hey nerd," he commented, his words tinged with mockery. "What book is that?" His presence cast a shadow over the peace you had been enjoying.

With a measured glance, (Y/N) broke the silence by saying, "It's a classic, but I doubt your brain could even understand what this is about." The words hung in the air, a challenge filled with intellect that sliced through the suffocating atmosphere. The unexpected answer caused a collective gasp and shush from the other proxies, and even Jeff's sneer faltered for a moment.

The room fell silent, the everyday noises of the kitchen and living room receding into the distance as all eyes focused on the unexpected debate. Even Jeff, known for his unsettling demeanour, looked surprised by the unexpected response. The air crackled with tension as the challenge hung between (Y/N) and Jeff the Killer, sending a wave through the previously quiet surroundings.

From a distance, a guy stood watching the drama develop, his piercing red eyes blazing with unamusement as his younger brother, Jeff, approached (Y/N) with his typical challenging attitude as he tried to scare his partner. However, when (Y/N) replied with unexpected wit, a grin pulled at Sully's lips, a subtle acknowledgement of respect for the unexpected change of events and (Y/N)'s retort. 

As Jeff's brother watched the conversation with satisfaction and glee, he let out a quiet guffaw causing an angry glare from Liu, who stood close. Despite Liu's disapproving expression, the alter ego couldn't help but find humour in the situation, his laughter bubbling just beyond the surface. He rolled his eyes and remained composed, hiding the delight with a more neutral face.

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JEFF THE KILLER

As someone who always goes out to kill people and hardly goes back. Jeff the killer and you could be a great match since you have the personality of water whereas he's like a fire.

He is secretly thankful but not admitting that he has a S/O who could stop him from doing reckless shits and stopping him from his own shenanigans so he would not get into deeper trouble since you have a cool head.

But also finds you a bit too stuck up since we are talking about you as "Mysterious". He wants to know about you more but he finds it frustrating that you don't let him find out about you (The hypocrisy amazes me).

Also, he could be as asshole as Sully. He finds it hilarious to annoy the fuck out of you when you want to be alone. So, there would be a time he would just be touchy when you don't want to.

Also finds your calming hobbies like reading books are boring so he would just grab it out of nowhere and throw it somewhere else when he wants your attention.

He finds it funny when you are being nonchalant and roasts the hell out of anyone who pisses you off in a calm manner. Especially if you did it to Jane or to Ben.

He doesn't like it though when you roast him and would throws a temper tantrum or gives you the silent treatment. He does not care even if he's in the wrong one. So, you have to be the emotionally mature one.

But there are also some times when he is not butt-hurt. He actually throws a playful banter with you as he tries to make you laugh. And when he sees you laugh, not only does he think your laughter is cute but he will fist-bump

As an introvert, he actually prefers to spend his time with you and if you are a serial killer. He does not want to be paired up with anyone except you since no one can control him.

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Today is Saturday, a day of quiet for all the proxies in the abandoned residence. Taking advantage of the tranquillity, (Y/N) chooses to remain in their chamber. They/she/he sits within the chalk-drawn pentagram, focusing on clearing their minds and relaxing. Yesterday had been very frantic since Slenderman had given multiple jobs. Today, however, gives an excellent chance for meditation.

A massive book sat open in front of (Y/N) as they/she/he began reciting ancient runic words, the meaning of which Slenderman alone knew. The air appeared to resonate with the weight of these mysterious incantations, giving the place an unearthly feel. With each statement, (Y/N) sensed a link to something beyond cognition, as if they were entering a realm beyond mortal comprehension.

As (Y/N) continued to meditate, a sense of calm flooded over her/him/them, illuminating their being with a peaceful glow. Their bodies began to glow softly in the darkness, throwing ghostly shadows on the walls. It was as if the very core of their existence was combining with the universe's cosmic forces, transcending worldly concerns and soaring to a state of complete peace. In the middle of this celestial embrace, (Y/N) felt weightless, as if hanging in a timeless abyss, surrounded by uncountable stars. As the door blasted open, (Y/N)'s idyllic meditation turned into chaos. Jeff the killer, her/his/their serial murderer boyfriend, stood at the doorway, putting the room with unpleasant energy as he yelled, "I'm back!" (Y/N)'s gaze hardened with rage as you stared at him, your peace broken by his unexpected presence.

The white hooded killer ignored your glare and proceeded to speak, his tone nonchalant despite the tension in the air. "(Y/N), come with me. I'm bored out of my mind, and I want you to go out with me," he said with a huff escape from his mouth. "No, I'm busy meditating and I need to focus. I want you to get out," The girl continued to glare at him. "But I dont's have anyone to killing spree with me and the only one who doesn't fuck up is only you," Jeff began to whine at you.

Fueled by anger and annoyance, (Y/N) determined to take action. She began chanting a strong spell, her words echoing with old magic. Jeff was pulled off the ground with a burst of energy, his objections drowned out by the spell's power. (Y/N) led him to the doorway, her eyes burning with resolve as she levitated him out of the room. Jeff's whining grew louder as he was propelled out, his voice echoing through the corridor. "Hey! Let me in! Why are you kicking me out?! I just want to hang out with you!" he cried, his words falling on deaf ears as (Y/N) remained steadfast in her decision.

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JANE THE KILLER

Jane is obviously less of an asshole than Jeff. She is much more understanding than you think. She doesn't tease you or think your hobby is boring.

Actually, she is more sweet than Jeff or Liu. She thinks your hobby of reading, writing, drawing, or other calming activities is fun, so she would sometimes join you.

Because she is also an introvert, just like you. She actually enjoys spending time with you when the two of you do these activities together and would rather anyone not bother you.

Also, enjoy it when you are being sarcastic with someone, especially Jeff. You don't hear her snickers of anything, but underneath her mask, she is grinning at your retort.

Since you are her soft spot, she does not mind you roasting her. She does enjoy a little banter with you, as she knows that you are just joking around. She understands that's just how you play around, despite seeming as if you are being rude.

Respect your space; she will leave you alone when you need to be alone or are in a bad mood. Secretly leaves sweets or tea to cool down your head when you are in a bad mood.

Although she finds it a bit difficult when she has to communicate with you because you are too close and you don't often open up about how you feel, she does find it a little bit annoying, but she is not going to force you to talk.

Sometimes this could lead you two into an argument or a fight, but unlike Jeff, She is not going to just throw a knife at you unless you go too far. It was mostly just an argument, and you two stayed out until the two of you cooled down.

Overall, she is just a sweetheart around you and more respectful than other proxies. But sometimes, getting into an argument with her is sucky because she could give you a silent treatment for an entire day, and you had to be the one who apologised.

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In the dimly lighted room, (Y/N) sat in the corner, perched on the bed, a book laid open in front of them. The sole light came from a lantern, which created faint shadows over the walls. Despite the lack of air conditioning, a cold persisted in the air, adding to the spooky atmosphere.

With a flick of their/her/his hand, (Y/N) flipped the page of the dark fantasy novel they were reading, the plot unfolding before their eyes. The story spoke of an evil dragon who chased humans behind the walls of a city consumed by terror and gloom. Each word seemed to pull them more into the story, bringing them vivid visions of hazardous encounters and epic fights between forces of light and shadow. Lost in the world of the book, (Y/N) sought peace in the frigid seclusion of the room, relying on the tale for escape.

As a faint tap echoed through the room, (Y/N) removed their gaze from the pages of their book and shouted out, "Come in," enabling whoever standing outside to enter. The door creaked open, showing Jane, (Y/N)'s girlfriend and the one person they/she/he had a soft place for. Jane's presence added warmth to the space, contrasting with its coldness. "Are you busy?" Jane asked her voice calm, as she moved farther into the room. "No, but I am reading a book right now. Would you want to read with me? (Y/N) replied with a tinge of happiness in your voice.

Jane nodded as she scanned the titles on (Y/N)'s bookcase, her eyes eventually settling on a book with a striking red cover. It was a novel about an evil hero and a kind villain, a story that intrigued her. Holding the book in her hands, she turned to (Y/N) and asked, "Can I read this book?" (Y/N) looked up from their own book and nodded with a smile. "Yeah, you can read Vicious. It's one of my favourite books," they said, their voice filled with warmth and fondness for the story.

As the girl nodded in agreement, a smile graced her lips. Remembering she had prepared some tea earlier, she spoke up, "Wait, I made tea for us. I hope you don't mind Earl Grey." With a gentle kiss on (Y/N)'s cheek, she then made her way to retrieve the tea kettle. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the gesture, feeling a slight blush creeping onto their cheeks from the sweet kiss. Setting aside their book, they eagerly anticipated sharing a quiet moment over tea with Jane, grateful for her thoughtful gesture and the warmth of her affection.

When Jane returned, the room was filled with the soothing scent of Earl Grey tea. She gently poured the hot liquid into two glasses, placing one in front of (Y/N) and took her seat next to them. As they sipped their tea, the warmth of the beverage matching the warmth of their bonding, they fell into a comfortable stillness.

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CLOCKWORK

She is in between understanding but also as a menace as Jeff the Killer. As an extrovert, she sometimes would not leave you alone when she is bored and doesn't have anything to do that day.

Well at least she will not be throwing your books away when you are busy or repeatedly calling your names when you are meditating but she definitely going to stare at you all day which can be bothering you sometimes.

Despite not being noisy, the sound of the ticking clock in her eyes can be a little bit loud. She would also sometimes go around your room and just skim a few books and if there were no pictures, she's just gonna put it away instead of putting it back which is why this can be annoying.

To be honest, she finds your hobbies to be boring and she really just wants to drag you out so the two of you could go on a killing spree together or just hang around the forest. But she doesn't want to bother you so she just waits for you to be done.

The reason she can be understanding is because she would also give you some space if you need to be alone. She understands that you hate getting distracted or bothered, especially when you are in a bad mood.

As a result, she would also probably not let any proxies interact with you and ask you if you are fine. Just like Jane, she can be protective so she won't let anyone bother you at all and she will scare anyone who tries to mess with you.

Also a bit annoyed that sometimes you shun yourself and you are too close to yourself and not interacting with her at all even though the two of you are dating. She wants to communicate with you, ya know?

Enjoys bantering with you and has a tough shell so you can roast her and she will not be easily offended by your roast. Instead, she just will sass you back and snickers, and would be laughing if you cannot retort back.

Also would enjoy seeing you roast someone else, calling out other killers or people's stupidity. To the point, she will clutch her stomach and she is crouching down while letting out a tea kettle-like laughter.

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As (Y/N) climbed the stairs to prepare her breakfast, she noticed an interesting sight. Nurse Ann and Clockwork stood facing one other, arms crossed in a protective position and staring furiously. The tension in the air was apparent, and (Y/N) felt a sense of unease. Clockwork, your girlfriend, was not known for getting into fights with others.

(Y/N) listened intently as Nurse Ann and Clockwork's argument escalated, each accusation escalating the tension in the room. "Because of your dumbass ticks, the victim escaped and probably going to tell the police," Nurse Ann accused, jabbing her finger in Clockwork's direction. "Me!? You're the literally slow one! I told you to bring something smaller but no! You bring your chainsaw! You know those are heavy!" Clockwork retorted, her voice tinged with frustration. "But they are portable! Besides, you have an axe and those are heavy!" Nurse Ann countered, her tone defensive. "These are machetes!" Clockwork defended herself, her words dripping with exasperation.

Now, you are not the type to start an argument but this Clockwork is your girlfriend and no one can harass her. Deciding to step up, you came from the shadow and stood in front of clockwork while facing the red-headed nurse. "(Y/N)? What are you doing? You don't need to do this" Clockwork said.

The nurse wasn't even fazed that you were there. Instead, the nurses think it's ridiculous that you are trying to intervene between the two of them. "Aww, is someone who cannot protect herself and needs their baby? Fucking grow up, Clockie," Nurse Ann rolls her red eyes at the two of you. "So what, at least she is not miserable. No one even wanted to kiss you, heck. Even take doesn't want you to be his," (Y/N) leaned to the counter. "W-what?" The nurse's eyes widened in surprise.

Clockwork who heard that immediately tried not to laugh but failed, even you could hear her snickering in the background. Those words escape like a river, you do not even control them, they just flow out. "Just try to ask other proxies if they want to date you. They probably going to say no to your face. Do I have to say more?" (Y/N) continued to roast the hell out of Nurse Ann.

The nurse could not help but bite her own lips, her eyes glaring into your eyes that were staring at her with boredom. She pointed her finger at you but no words coming out from her lips and she glared at your girlfriend since she was speechless. "You two will regret it, both of you. I promise that" she storms off, knowing she could not even give any comeback to you.

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hello! i think requests are open? if they are, can i request a c!wilbur inspired/influenced by the dark academia aesthetic, possibly with a name that isn't wilbur? lvl 2 or 3, either is fine. ty in advance, going to send in one other request, no rush on completing either! love your blog.

- @heralds-bah-commune

　 ⬭ 　　C!WILBUR SOOT ALTER PACK

︵⠀ ⟢ NAMES – rory, willow, symphony, theodore, julius, cassius, xavier

︵⠀ ⟢ AGE – 26

︵⠀ ⟢ PRNS – he/him, coco/cocoa, fea/feather, piano/piano, rea/read, book/books, poe/poet, scrap/scrapbook

︵⠀ ⟢ GENDERS – masc-aligned, darkacawritic, poemgender, myracademic, acadelibre, priacademic, comfycoric, cogticksoundic

︵⠀ ⟢ ORIENTATION – limnosexual, cepturomantic

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLES – memory holder, reliefmate, social protector, archivist

︵⠀ ⟢ SOURCE – C!WILBUR [DSMP]

︵⠀ ⟢ TRANSIDS – vanillascentic, brownbloodic, ASPD, mania

︵⠀ ⟢ FRONT TRIGGERS –

POS: reading/discussing literature, libraries and coffee shops, classical music/jazz/piano, rainy or overcast weather, mentions of philosophy/history, 1800s-early 1900s aesthetic

NEG: being interrupted, disorganization or messiness, overly cheerful/overwhelming environments

︵⠀ ⟢ INTERESTS –

LIKES: nearly handwritten letters or journals, vintage clothing or antiques, routines and rituals (like lighting a candle before reading), historic places and events, intricate puzzles, tea, fire and burning things

DISLIKES: modern technology, clashing colors in decor or clothing, overly sweet/artificial foods, procrastination, invasive questions

︵⠀ ⟢ COMMON OUTFITS – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ FAVORITE MUSIC – O1, O2, O3, O4, O5

︵⠀ ⟢ PERSONALITY – he is introspective and articulate, with a sharp mind and a penchant for deep, meaningful conversations. his demeanor is composed, often carrying a quiet intensity that hints at unspoken thoughts and emotions. he values intellect, structure, and beauty, particularly in the form of literature, philosophy, and art. while he may appear aloof or distant at times, he is deeply passionate and driven, often channeling his emotions into creative or intellectual pursuits. beneath his refined exterior, there is a lingering sense of melancholy, which he carries with a quiet dignity. (MBTI : INTJ)

︵⠀ ⟢ ROLE/DUTY INFO – as a memory holder, he carefully compartmentalizes specific memories, ensuring they are preserved and protected, only sharing them when absolutely necessary for the system’s growth or understanding. he approaches this responsibility with a quiet sense of duty, treating the memories like pages in a book that he safeguards with precision and care. as a reliefmate, he steps forward during times of stress or exhaustion, relying on his calm, structured nature to handle tasks efficiently. whether it’s managing daily responsibilities or navigating difficult situations, he maintains focus and ensures everything is completed with care, allowing others to rest without guilt. in his role as a social protector, he excels in diffusing or managing overwhelming social situations. he uses his articulate nature and composed demeanor to redirect or de-escalate interactions that may be anxiety-inducing or harmful. his intellect and quick thinking enable him to handle conversations or conflicts with poise, setting firm boundaries when needed to protect the system from undue stress. as an archivist, he treats the system’s memories and events like entries in his well-maintained library. he uses his innerworld space as an archive, organizing information into clearly labeled constructs such as books and files, ensuring everything is stored in an orderly and accessible way. he has an innate ability to recall specific details about the system’s experiences, whether from the external world or the headspace, and can retrieve this information quickly when needed.

︵⠀ ⟢ INNERWORLD BEHAVIOR – in the innerworld, he often retreats to a quiet, refined space that mirrors his dark academia aesthetic. his home resembles a study or library, filled with towering bookshelves, dim candlelight, and worn leather chairs. the atmosphere is cozy yet slightly somber, with muted tones and heavy curtains. he spends his time immersed in books, journaling, or organizing the system’s internal “archives,” keeping memories and thoughts in order. his presence is steady and grounding, offering a quiet reassurance that everything is under control. his space is a haven for those in need of a calm, intellectual retreat, though he tends to value his privacy and may only allow others to visit if they truly need his guidance.

︵⠀ ⟢ OUTERWORLD BEHAVIOR – while fronting, he is composed, articulate, and deliberate in his actions. he approaches tasks with efficiency, prioritizing what needs to be done and ensuring the system feels in control and grounded. his calm demeanor makes him effective in stressful situations, as he rarely lets emotions cloud his judgment. in social settings, he carries himself with a reserved confidence, speaking thoughtfully and maintaining a distant tone. he tends to avoid unnecessary small talk, steering conversations toward topics of depth or importance when possible. if the situation becomes overwhelming or invasive, he is quick to set firm boundaries or gracefully remove the system from the environment. he focuses on maintaining a sense of order, whether by organizing the system’s external environment, completing responsibilities, or engaging in quiet, grounding activities like writing, reading, or listening to soft instrumental music. though he is not outwardly warm, his steady presence and logical approach provide reassurance to those around him, ensuring the system’s stability and protection.

︵⠀ ⟢ EMOJI PROXIES – 🍪, 🧺, 🖋️📜

︵⠀ ⟢ CREDITS – art = all unknown

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Holiday headcanons (JoFoes x Reader)

Kars

What You Receive: An exquisite piece of art carved by Kars himself—likely a statue or an intricate piece of jewelry. He takes pride in creating something immortal, like himself.

What You Gift Him: A telescope to observe the stars or something related to his fascination with perfection and nature. He’s surprisingly touched, though he hides it well.

Holiday Activities: Kars isn’t interested in frivolities but will indulge you by taking a midnight walk under the stars or letting you playfully drape ornaments on him. He’ll eventually join in after some persuasion.

Esidisi

What You Receive: A fur-lined cloak or a stunning outfit he personally picked to highlight your best features. He’s all about extravagance.

What You Gift Him: A music box with a melody reminiscent of his homeland or something nostalgic for his ancient memories. He’ll tear up and act like it didn’t happen.

Holiday Activities: Esidisi throws himself into the festivities with fiery enthusiasm, whether it’s cooking a feast or decorating. Be prepared for intense, competitive snowball fights.

Wamuu

What You Receive: A handcrafted weapon or tool to symbolize his respect for your strength and individuality. If you don’t fight, it’s something practical yet meaningful.

What You Gift Him: A woven scarf or cloak with designs inspired by his culture. He treasures it deeply, seeing it as a token of your connection.

Holiday Activities: Wamuu will enjoy quiet traditions, like lighting candles or sharing stories by the fire. He’s also open to teaching you about ancient customs from his time.

Dio Brando

What You Receive: Something both beautiful and sinister—a black diamond ring or a mirror with a gothic design. He wants you to feel regal, like his queen/king.

What You Gift Him: A rare artifact or something that appeals to his ego, like a painting or sculpture inspired by him. He’ll laugh and claim it’s only natural.

Holiday Activities: Dio keeps the holidays dark and indulgent, with wine, an extravagant feast, and plenty of drama. Expect moments where he’s possessively affectionate.

Yoshikage Kira

What You Receive: A perfectly chosen, practical gift, like gloves or a scarf—anything to ensure you’re both stylish and discreetly cared for.

What You Gift Him: A watch or tie that suits his understated yet impeccable taste. He’ll admire your attention to detail and wear it daily.

Holiday Activities: Kira enjoys quiet, cozy nights. You’ll wrap gifts together (he’s unnervingly precise), watch classic movies, and sip tea or wine by the tree. He’ll relax more than usual, enjoying your presence.

Diavolo/Doppio

What You Receive: Diavolo gives you something opulent, like designer clothing or jewelry, while Doppio surprises you with a sweet, homemade card or trinket.

What You Gift Him: For Diavolo, a rare or expensive item that symbolizes his power. For Doppio, something cute and heartfelt, like a plushie or personalized mug.

Holiday Activities: Diavolo avoids public celebrations but ensures you’re treated to the finest meal and decorations. Doppio will excitedly help you bake cookies or decorate, beaming with pride at every small accomplishment.

Enrico Pucci

What You Receive: A meaningful gift, like a rare book of scripture or an elegant piece of jewelry tied to his ideals and philosophies. He’ll present it with reverence, emphasizing the connection it symbolizes between you.

What You Gift Him: A vintage rosary, a beautifully crafted bookmark, or something thoughtful that reflects his devotion and intellect. He’ll be quietly touched, cherishing it more than he lets on.

Holiday Activities: Pucci enjoys peaceful, contemplative traditions—lighting candles, listening to soft hymns, and having deep discussions by the fire. He’d take you to a midnight service, sharing his quiet reverence with you.

Funny Valentine

What You Receive: An elegant but patriotic gift, like a brooch or pocket watch engraved with subtle American motifs. It’s a token of both his affection and his ideals.

What You Gift Him: A framed historical artifact or document that ties into his interests. He admires your attention to his passion for history and symbolism.

Holiday Activities: Valentine plans a formal, grand celebration, complete with a lavish dinner. He’ll also spend time walking with you through snow-covered grounds, discussing his vision for the future while showing his softer side.

Tooru

What You Receive: A trendy, expensive gadget or piece of tech—he always picks something he knows you’ve been eyeing. He’ll act casual about it but secretly craves your praise.

What You Gift Him: A sleek accessory, like a watch or phone case, that complements his effortlessly cool aesthetic. He’ll thank you with his usual laid-back charm.

Holiday Activities: Tooru keeps the holidays casual but memorable—watching movies, sharing snacks, and teasing you about your decorating skills. He’s surprisingly clingy and enjoys lazy cuddles by the fire.

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Updated: January 30, 2025

Reworked Character #14: Doctor Amadeus

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: Viewer discretion is advised due to references to death, crime, unethical experiments, self-harm, and SA.

Real name: Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois (she legally changed her name to Manfrida Amadeus)

Alias: Angel in Carnage

Nicknames: Ghys and Hakase

Occupation: Leading scientist and founder of the Amadeus Syndicate

Special skills: Proficiency in AI development and the manufacturing of advanced technological and biological weapons and machines, knowledge of biology and chemistry, psychological warfare, performing surgeries, and blackmailing

Goddess abilities: She can influence mental states, inducing insanity and sensory overload through manipulating self-perception by creating distortions of bodily transformation and vivid visions of personal and loved ones' demise. With a single, hyper-detailed thought, she can materialise advanced weapons and complex mechanical contraptions. Additionally, she can access her Tuatha Dé Danann monolithic computer module, simulating torture chambers with infinite variations of physical and psychological torment. Escape is only possible through self-sacrifice when she is distracted.

She can interact, communicate, and manipulate technology through electrical pulse sensing, physical contact, and sheer mental force. Her teleportation capabilities allow her to instantly transport herself to any location on Earth, while also enabling her to transport others within a specific radius of 50-90 ft (1524 cm-2743.2 cm) from her position. She possesses telepathic abilities, enabling her to communicate silently with sentient beings capable of speech. Additionally, she can exert total control over the minds of others, transforming them into unwitting instruments, by releasing spores from microscopic orifices on her neck. These spores, once inhaled, infect the brain's motor control, cognitive processing, and communication centres, granting her dominion over their thoughts and actions.

She can conjure an impenetrable barrier, comprising three layers: an illusion-causing smoke screen that disorients foes, parasitic vines that infect and transform victims into twisted mutants, and a core of solid adamant. This self-sustaining shield continually regenerates until she chooses to dissipate it. She has hyper-cognitive processing, allowing her to execute multiple calculations and thought processes simultaneously. Due to her superior photographic memory, she can retain and recall every thought, emotion, encounter, and experience with perfect clarity. Despite her incredible durability, a collective effort from powerful espers can inflict minute, albeit negligible, physical harm. However, full-blooded deities possess the capacity to effortlessly overwhelm and defeat her.

Hobbies: Spending time delving into scientific research and the maintenance of the White Baby computer virus, developing artificial intelligence, computer viruses, and virtual reality torture simulations, collecting fossils and rare plant specimens, preserving and posing animals in unsettling poses, and pseudoscientific theorising

Likes: The satisfaction she feels after successfully conducting an experiment, reading books on various subjects such as geopolitics, neuroscience, sociology, philosophy, and the occult, challenging the limits of the mortal body and the moral boundaries of scientific research, classical and industrial music, and genetic engineering

Dislikes: The constraints of mortal physiology and current scientific understanding, running low on smoking essentials (cigars and cigarettes) and sweet treats to snack on, her subordinates doubting her intellect and plans, losing valuable research data, and bright sunlight

Favourite food: Croque monsieur, beschuit with hagelslag, and homemade sweet snacks

Favourite drink: Pinot gris

Sexuality: Sex-indifferent, heteroflexible sapiosexual

Gender: Demigirl

Age: 54 (in 2022), 60 (in 2028), 62 (in 2030), 64 (in 2032), 66 (in 2034), 73 (in 2041), 75 (in 2043), 76 (in 2044), and 79 (in 2047)

Blood type: O-

Weight: 153 lbs. (69 kg)

Human design: She’s a 5’ 11” (180.34 cm) French ectomorph with a slender yet athletic build, sloping shoulders, small breasts, a well-defined waist, and curvaceous hips. She has limestone skin and heterochromatic eyes with visible bags underneath them: her right eye, a glass prosthetic replacement, is a light amber, while her left eye is grey-green with brown flecks. Ghyslaine has a few moles: one on the left side of her chin; one near the corner of her right eye; two above her right breast; one on the back of her left hand; and three slightly below her left knee. She has a silvery-pink birthmark on her left shoulder, almost shaped like a waning moon with five protruding spikes. Her waist-length raspberry red hair has messy, voluminous curls streaked with silver-grey, often pulled back into a low ponytail.

Thanks to experimental anti-aging drugs, she looks remarkably youthful, with her face showing subtle signs of aging limited to bunny lines, crow's feet, and faint tear troughs. Her right thigh features a tattoo of a statue of Prudentia made from griotte marble, depicted with a glass serpent wrapped around her neck. She cradles a Gallic rooster in her right arm, while her left arm holds a bouquet of red and blue poppies with a small purple mirror nestled at its centre. In contrast, her left hand and forearm are heavily scarred, evidence of severe burns and self-inflicted lacerations. Her upper right arm shows multiple injection sites, evidence of her experimentation with various substances. A healed scar on the centre of her forehead marks the site of her self-performed trepanation using a dental drill.

She wears a white lab coat, a silver ring with a red pearl on her right index finger, and a gold-plated monocle over her left eye. Her right lab coat pocket held a variety of items: a pack of cigarettes, her sweet snack of the day, Argentine blue neoprene gloves, a well-worn leather lilac journal full of scribbled notes, diagrams, and radical scientific hypotheses, six experimental serum vials (mutant, zombie, mummy, simian creature, and mantis monster), and a black gas mask with red-tinted lenses. Ghylaine’s left lab coat pocket contains the following: a box of cigars, two syringes (one for drawing blood and another for collecting sperm samples), a container filled with sterile swabs, a versatile multitool featuring pliers, wire cutters, a screwdriver, a knife, and a stun gun, and a red crystal from Sol Dae Rokker that radiates a yellow glow when exposed to sunlight. Her left hand wears a greenish-black glove with a Black Sun emblem on the palm, boasting a black centre and a metallic purple-to-gold gradient.

She wears a square-shaped silvery watch on her right wrist with a timepiece that boasts a gilt-brass dial, adorned with amethyst-coloured hands and white numbers from 1 to 12, interspersed with five delicate etchings. Additional features include a secondary display bar indicating AM/PM, while a reddish-black strap is securely fastened with a silver snap-on buckle. Ghyslaine wears circular nazar charm earrings, outlined in gold, suspended from medium-sized silver hoop rings. She wears a drop leg holster for a .44 Remington Magnum Colt Anaconda with a 6-inch barrel, accompanied by four greenish-black pouches on the left side of her belt that hold cartridges for her revolver. She wears teal trousers secured by a sage green belt with a silver buckle, paired with red-laced Prussian blue dress boots.

She wears a long-sleeved teal shirt with eight golden buttons running down the front and two breast pockets. The shirt features a turned collar that frames a velvet fern green cravat, patterned with horizontal goldenrod stripes and cardinal red triangles. It’s adorned with a 2x6 white-and-red chequered patch of 12 squares (six above, six below) above the left breast pocket. Her breast pockets carry a metallic red-green lighter, a black ink pen, and three highlighters in yellow, green, and pink. Underneath her dress shirt, she wears the bulletproof vest of the E-Armour.

Goddess design: She’s a 13’ 6” (411.48 cm) nude entity with a flat chest, incredibly smooth malachite-hued skin, elfin ears, three pointed tongues, and two rows of carnivorous gold teeth. She retains her original hairstyle, now lengthened to reach down to her ankles, woven with streaks of dark brown, and adorned with red and blue poppies. Her face features six silver-outlined eyes with cardinal red slit pupils: the left three eyes in a dull amber and the right three in light cyan. Her chest bears the same Black Sun symbol on the palm of her greenish-black glove, placed directly in the centre. Her back is heavily scarred from severe burns, brutal cuts, and hacked-away flesh, revealing bronze-hued muscles. She has an identical tail to Schwarz Metzelei from Metal Slug Attack, but the tip is always open and it features a notable colour variation: the red accents are replaced with teal and the grey is substituted with a shimmering goldenrod hue.

She has horns similar to those of Drache Goldenes from Metal Slug Attack, but they appear to be made from a material resembling griotte marble. She possesses the lower half of Awakened Blume Metzelei from Metal Slug Attack, combined with the birthmark of her original self. Emerging from her upper back, she has two large bat wings with an amethyst-hued membrane, Prussian blue-colored forearms, wrists, thumbs, and fingers, and a reddish-black claw protrudes from each thumb. She has a partially exposed sapphire ribcage, revealing a rhythmic, tide-like pulse that synchronises with each heartbeat.

She has six arms protruding from her lower back and two more where her malformed kidneys are supposedly located. Each hand has pointed, clawless fingers and a Greek letter in the middle of their palm: for the lower torso arms, her right has β (beta) and her left has Ω (omega); for the first lower back arms, her right has ζ (zeta) and her left has Δ (delta); for the second pair, her right has λ (lambda) and her left has ξ (xi); and for the third pair, her right has φ (phi) and her left has Ψ (psi).

Character summary: She’s a composed and wise leader, boasting a genius-level intellect, who derives great satisfaction from pioneering new discoveries and pushing the boundaries of human potential, scientific innovation, and ethical standards. Driven by her insatiable curiosity, Ghyslaine fearlessly conducts self-experiments and utilises human and animal subjects in her controlled, scientific research. While she's a visionary thinker with grand ambitions and an obsessive attention to detail, she tempers her perfectionism with pragmatic decision-making when circumstances dictate it. She's a sadomasochist with a strong aversion to willful ignorance, disregard for knowledge, experimental setbacks, and opposition that thwarts her plans.

She presents herself as polite, open-minded, and willingly generous, but beneath that facade is a ruthless manipulator, driven by arrogance and stubbornness to get her way, no matter the cost. She consistently prioritises her own self-interest, forming alliances and collaborating with others only when it advances her own agenda. To achieve her objectives, she employs manipulative tactics, such as exploiting others' vulnerabilities and showering them with insincere praise. She tends to delegate manual tasks to others whenever possible, but is willing to get involved and take charge when circumstances require it.

She's a cunning and calculating strategist, consistently outmaneuvering her competitors and adversaries. She’s a highly analytical and emotionally detached megalomaniac, adept at keeping secrets through her tight-lipped nature, strategic evasion, and expert use of vagueness and deflection. She's an optimistic nihilist who revels in her vast wealth, technological prowess, and recognition as the world's most brilliant scientist. Ghyslaine is a hypervigilant and seductive individual who believes in a collective consciousness and exhibits traits of psychopathy, including an uncaring temperament, boldness, and a strong desire for social dominance. She prioritises satisfying her scientific curiosity and rigorous work ethic over others' needs, and has no qualms about deliberately harming people to advance her own ambitions. She has zero tolerance for betrayal and is particularly sensitive to skepticism about her intellectual abilities. She finds it infuriating when others suggest she might be senile or ignorant, or question the validity of her ambitious plans.

She's surprisingly cynical and misanthropic towards humanity, viewing them as worthless, filthy parasites who don't appreciate knowledge or the beauty of reality. She believes that people are more inclined to prioritise basic survival, gratuitous violence, sexual gratification, the glorification of disturbing topics, and self-destruction over everything else. She's a staunch believer in the existence of unseen, authentic deities beyond mainstream human religions and mythologies, such as Sol Dae Rokker and the Avatar of Evil. In Ghyslaine’s view, the God revered in Western religions is a malevolent impostor, and she holds that a genuinely benevolent deity worthy of the name—transcending human understanding—lies beyond the cosmos. Her vision for the New World involves achieving apotheosis, triggering the Alator, merging with the Avatar of Evil, and ultimately becoming the omnipotent goddess of a rebooted timeline.

Ghyslaine maintains a positive relationship with General Morden, admiring his charisma, leadership, use of manipulation tactics, and commitment to his soldiers' well-being. She strongly supports his efforts to combat government and military corruption, believing it will bring about positive change and overcome entrenched systemic injustices. In exchange for the Rebel Army's assistance in securing resources and protecting Amadeus Syndicate assets—including mines, worksites, weapon and medical facilities, underground laboratories, and the Amadeus Mainframe Base—she offers to aid the his army’s technological advancement and provide essential supplies, such as medical equipment and financial resources. Their dynamic is underscored by subtle sexual tension, fueled by Ghyslaine’s alluring nature and strategic flirtation, which she employs to maintain a facade of innocence and avoid arousing suspicion.

She’s also on good terms with Rootmars, deeply respecting her mission to safeguard Earth's valuable resources. This alignment stems from her conviction that humans are wasteful and fail to utilise natural resources to their full potential. Additionally, she holds Martians and Invaders in high esteem, acknowledging their technological superiority over humanity. She finds Ptolemaios to be a captivating figure, intrigued by rumours suggesting he may be the first esper in all of human history, predating even Hyakutaro. Ghyslaine holds him in high esteem, respecting his vast experience, unwavering faith in the authentic deities, unrelenting dedication to the Ptolemaic Army's advancement, and calculating mindset.

She deeply appreciates Oguma's loyalty and willingness to support her as he demonstrates a clear understanding of her ambitions and genuine respect for her intellectual pursuits. She enjoys sharing a few drinks with him, engaging in lively conversations, and playfully teasing him about his serious demeanour and flustered reactions to her compliments.

She previously shared a cordial connection with Marco, largely due to her admiration for his exceptional intellect and vast expertise in computer science, which surpassed that of most Regular Army soldiers. Despite severing their relationship after exploiting his vulnerability, she remains drawn to Marco's physical beauty, stoic demeanour, and impressive intellectual prowess. She finds Clark's melancholic nature exhausting, while Nadia's playful antics, sporadic laziness, and love of shopping sprees are thoroughly irritating and disruptive. To her, Nadia represents a profound disappointment—a willfully defiant and uncooperative individual who has failed to live up to expectations as the intended successor to the Amadeus Syndicate.

Backstory: Ghyslaine Laëtitia Comtois was born on October 5, 1968 in Annecy, France. She comes from a family with a notorious history of clandestine partnerships with corrupt government agencies, inhumane wildlife experimentation, and the development of devastating bioweapons and malicious computer viruses. Two of her most prominent ancestors, Duke Koudou and Parker Eugene von Wittenberg, have particularly troubling legacies.

Marmaduke Koudou was infamous for brokering shady business deals that advanced the political interests and technological capabilities of his government allies and his own company, which specialised in military technology and biochemistry research. Following his death from septic shock, his company was dismantled. In collaboration with renowned biologists, Duke Koudou conducted extensive research on the Elder Centipede, which he referred to as the "Sea Worm”. His studies revealed that this sea creature, boasting biomechanical properties and sclerotized scales, has existed since antiquity, coinciding with the Hadean Eon. Notably, his research identified the Elder Centipede as an antediluvian arthropod due to the presence of unknown microorganisms attached to it. Marmaduke proposed exploiting the Elder Centipede's unique characteristics—its ability to automatically attack moving objects and inject lethal microorganisms in the form of purple acid—as a potential bioweapon for space applications.

Parker Eugene von Wittenberg was a notorious hacker who worked secretly with government agencies across Southern Europe and North America, crafting malicious computer viruses for use against enemies during times of war. His most infamous creation was the highly classified "First Baby" virus, designed to infiltrate and extract sensitive data from adversary systems. Outside of cyber exploits, his research was deeply problematic, focusing on eugenic experiments that sought to control and manipulate wildlife populations, while also studying their social behaviours. He used his cybersecurity firm as a front to conceal his illicit experiments, but his life was cut short when an unknown assailant spiked his glass of cider with a lethal dose of tramadol. The assassination not only claimed his life but also marked the loss of the First Baby computer virus, which vanished without a trace, never to resurface again. Rumours suggest that the First Baby virus was either acquired by the Earth Federation or destroyed by the unknown assassin.

She grew up in a middle-class family. Her biological father left her mother, Jacqueline Comtois, 4 months before she was born for reasons unknown. 2 months after giving birth to Ghyslaine, a sole survivor of triplets whose siblings were stillborn, Jacqueline married Yoshihiko. Yoshihiko was the president of a Japanese video game development company. As part of his role, he travelled the world promoting the company's games, always carrying AES cartridges, a catalogue of new products, and a set of memory cards in his briefcase. However, he had a tendency to get distracted, and his briefcase often went missing. Invariably, he would blame the person he was with at the time. On every birthday, her parents would take her to visit a local museum featuring regional artifacts, including Alpine furniture and religious art, as well as a natural history exhibit.

At just 6-years-old, she demonstrated exceptional intellectual prowess by articulately outlining Sigmund Freud's psychosexual theory and reciting the entire periodic table with flawless accuracy. However, by age 7, having discovered her family's troubled legacy of unethical research and shady business dealings, she resolved to forge a different path. Ghyslaine’s insatiable curiosity drove her to explore diverse interests: science, medicine, computer science, occultism, mythology, religion, philosophy, politics, and human and animal psychology and sociology. With these passions in mind, she aspired to become a psychologist, humanistic philosopher, and biomedical scientist, determined to make a positive impact.

In 1976, a conflict erupted, spanning Western, Northern, and Southern Europe as France, Luxembourg, Austria, Denmark, the United Kingdom, Greece, Portugal, and Montenegro engaged in battle. The conflict erupted from a skirmish during a joint military and archaeological expedition on Ultima Thule, commonly known as Scrap Island, between Austria and Portugal. The dispute centred on two key issues: the exploitation of Ultima Thule’s resources and the fate of the ancient deity believed to be buried on the island, pending its discovery. The situation escalated into full-scale war with the involvement of France, Luxembourg, Denmark, the United Kingdom, Greece, and Montenegro.

Two rival alliances emerged, each with distinct objectives. France, the United Kingdom, and Austria formed an alliance to harness the island's resources for military advancements and construction materials. Their primary goal was to excavate the deity, seeking insight into ancient history and the divine realm. This coalition received significant support from the Regular Army, and Germi family, who shared their vision. Luxembourg, Denmark, Greece, Portugal, and Montenegro joined forces to exploit the resources for medical breakthroughs and jewellery production. Their ultimate aim was to excavate the deity to develop a bioweapon for collective use. The Gutenschiff family provided limited support, aligning with the coalition's goals but refraining from full commitment.

To mobilise support, each country leveraged patriotism and nationalism, appealing to the sense of duty and loyalty among its citizens. The ultimate objective was to assemble a formidable army and emerge victorious on behalf of their aligned faction. However, not all citizens were driven by ideological conviction; some joined the fight solely out of concern for the safety of their loved ones, coerced by fear of the consequences of inaction. The conflict would become etched in history as the Thule Expeditionary Conquest and would culminate in 1988 with the signing of a landmark peace treaty among all involved nations and the Earth Federation, aimed at preventing similar events from occurring in the future.

At age 9, Ghyslaine's life took a drastic turn when her family was tragically killed in an airstrike during a battle in France. Annecy found itself at the crossroads of a multifaceted struggle as France, Austria, and the wealthy, superstitious, and battle-hardened Germi family clashed with Portugal, Montenegro, and the bloodthirsty and fearsome Gutenschiff clan. She was initially consumed by deep fear as the war brought chaos to the streets. Crime ran rampant as opportunistic individuals exploited the conflict for personal gain. Mass hysteria gripped the city as many people either hid in fear or panicked and acted out of desperation.

With no one else to turn to, she was forced to rely on herself for survival. She gradually became acquainted with the harsh realities of the streets, navigating the underworld of petty crime and vulnerable individuals fighting to get by. As time passed, she became more skilled at manipulating others to get what she needed. She used her words to exploit their vulnerabilities and influence their actions. Ghyslaine also developed expertise in shoplifting and pickpocketing, and sold illicit goods and bootlegged liquor, often acquiring these items through theft or chance discovery. Underneath, she would cultivate a cynical and misanthropic outlook on humanity, veering towards nihilism. Despite this, she remained optimistic, holding out hope for a brighter future. However, the rampant poverty, crime, and violence surrounding her increased her risk of developing psychopathic tendencies.

After being severely burned on her left hand and forearm while fighting off a sexual assailant, she retaliated against her attacker, ultimately killing them. She embarked on a path of vengeance against those who had wronged her, using her knowledge of psychology and chemistry to inflict unhappiness on others. In an attempt to cope with the emotional turmoil of the war and the harm she caused, she briefly resorted to self-harm, which left scars on her left hand and forearm.

At 14, Ghyslaine was among the teenagers from Annecy taken into the Regular Army's orphan program by urban troops. The program relocated her to Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada, providing refuge from the war. There, she received shelter and education, including English language instruction, which sparked her fascination with foreign languages, particularly Chinese, Spanish, and Afrikaans. However, her time in the orphan program was short-lived. A wealthy Canadian couple from Victoria, British Columbia, discovered her connection to Marmaduke Koudou and Parker Eugene von Wittenberg and promptly adopted her.

They lavished her with every comfort, introducing her to an opulent lifestyle that she secretly adored. Her adoptive parents, while strict and occasionally dismissive of her emotions, encouraged her to prioritise academic and professional excellence. They rarely disciplined her, convinced that her exceptional intelligence and self-regulation made her inherently responsible and incapable of wrongdoing. Ghyslaine didn't mind, as she was driven to excel and immersed herself in intellectual pursuits, such as political theory and scientific philosophy.

Upon graduating from high school, she received 8 prestigious awards and 6 scholarships in recognition of her outstanding achievements in calculus and STEM fields, biology, chemistry, computer programming and software development, geopolitics and international relations, religious studies, philosophical debates and ethics, and psychological and sociological research. She proceeded to university, driven by her ambition to become a leading scientist. Ghyslaine’s unconventional research and theories sparked controversy, exploring topics such as the potential therapeutic applications of controlled substances, ethical population management strategies, the interconnectedness of human consciousness through shared ancestry, neural electrical pulses, and subconscious processes, and the concept of digital immortality through consciousness uploading and cybernetic bodies.

She would also cultivate an obsessive fascination with pushing the boundaries of science, marked by a penchant for conducting self-experiments. These experiments included learning how to self-sterilise without medical aid, creating and taking anti-aging drugs, removing her own eye to study the ocular microbiome, and exhuming freshly buried corpses to explore ways to make a severed body part function without a host. Ghyslaine also performed self-trepanation, hoping to reduce bodily stress by improving cerebral circulation and alleviating neurosis. Additionally, she injected herself with various psychoactive substances, narcotic analgesics, and central nervous system stimulants to document their potential therapeutic benefits and explore possibilities for legal medications with less addictive side effects.

After graduating from university, she mysteriously got in touch with a hitman named Oguma, who possessed Tuatha Dé Danann DNA. At her command, Oguma ambushed her adoptive parents, disposing of their bodies and erasing evidence of the crime. She was driven to secure her inheritance, the substantial sum her parents had set aside for her. After accessing the funds, she relocated to Britain, where she went on to become a renowned scientist for the British government. Her breakthrough achievement came when she genetically modified active cancer cells into dormant ones, significantly reducing the likelihood of reactivation in children. After Oguma shared information about the ancient lore of the Tuatha Dé Danann and apotheosis, this newfound interest sparked a grand vision for her New World. 

Ghyslaine secretly masterminded a human and animal trafficking ring, as well as a theft operation targeting precious British artifacts. By exploiting these illicit resources, Ghyslaine furthered her research by developing simian and mantis serums, collecting DNA and bodily fluid samples, crafting pharmaceuticals from biological materials, designing cybernetic prosthetics, and conducting eugenic experiments. However, British authorities soon uncovered her clandestine activities and issued a warrant for her arrest, forcing Ghyslaine and Oguma to flee. They escaped to the Republic of Bashkortostan, where Ghyslaine assumed a new identity: Manfrida Amadeus. To maintain their empire, they resorted to peddling illicit substances and stolen artifacts, while also sharing sensitive government secrets. Bounty hunters from the British authorities and mercenaries from the Ikari Warriors who pursued her would vanish, leading to a collapse in the pursuit. As fear spread, the remaining hunters and mercenaries backed down, and the bounty on her head was quietly dropped.

After maintaining a low profile for five months, Oguma introduced her to President Marx, who was eager to collaborate with such a talented scientist. This meeting proved pivotal, as President Marx successfully persuaded the Chief of the Regular Army to partner with her. Contrary to expectations, the Chief readily agreed. With the Regular Army and President Marx providing substantial funding, she established the Amadeus Syndicate and constructed the Amadeus Mainframe Base in the Arctic. In exchange for their support, she agreed to develop cutting-edge weapons and war machines, and conduct experiments utilising psionic energy and involving living subjects. She pioneered numerous innovations, including the development of the E-Armour, Slugnoids, laser guns, the Thunder Cloud, the Mobile Satellite, the special suits that high-ranking peacekeeping troops wear, Walking Machines, cyborgs, and a mandatory hospital protocol for uploading human consciousness into cyberspace.

Following a meeting with high-ranking Regular officials at the Joint Military Operations Headquarters to discuss the SV-001 prototype, Protogunner, and esper super soldier program, she crossed paths with Donald Morden. The two forged a cordial bond over dinner at an upscale Genoa restaurant, sharing stories about their lives and future aspirations. Later, while treating Tequila's battle injuries sustained during a skirmish against pirates in Riyadh, she met the seasoned mercenary. Her path would again cross with skilled operatives Gimlet and Red Eye during a visit to the Amadeus Mainframe Base, where they were restocking medical supplies, laser guns, and AR-10 Autorifles.

Impressed by Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye's exceptional combat skills and accomplishments, she conceived an idea: transforming them into super soldiers. However, recognizing the untimeliness of such a proposal, she opted to put the notion on hold, biding her time. She decided to befriend them in order to appear friendly and trustworthy. Gimlet welcomed her with open arms, while Red Eye warmed up to her gradually. However, it took a lot more effort to win Tequila over.

In 2010, utilising advanced Martian cloning technology, she created Nadia through a test tube in an underground laboratory owned by the Amadeus Syndicate in Quimper, France. Her goal was twofold: to produce the perfect heir to the Syndicate and to experiment with clone physiology and psychology. To foster an independent sense of identity, she kept Nadia's true status as an imperfect clone a secret, allowing her to believe she was her own person. Additionally, she withheld information about Nadia's family legacy to prevent her from questioning the Syndicate's motives or abandoning Doctor Amadeus’ research, which was crucial to realising her vision of the New World.

During her time working with the Regular Army and involvement in President Marx's defence contract endeavours, she developed an artificial intelligence capable of simulating the psychological and sociological behaviours of children as they mature. This AI primarily drew upon research conducted on Nadia, utilising data from the Amadeus Syndicate's files, to which it had authorised access to. Initially dubbed Young Deus, a nod to her legally changed name, the AI's language use and responses to commands resembled those of a child, but its programming quickly evolved to mimic the characteristics of a mature adolescent.

Upon learning of her advanced artificial intelligence, the Chief of the Regular Army and President Marx urged her to adapt it for military applications. She subsequently transformed Young Deus into Iron Fortress, reprogramming it to commandeer enemy tanks and utilise them to safeguard Amadeus Syndicate members and registered affiliates, thereby promoting global peace and security.

However, Iron Fortress's flaws became catastrophically apparent during a guerrilla warfare incident in the southern United States. The AI mistakenly identified Regular Army urban troops as hostile forces and attempted to neutralise them, prioritising the protection of perceived innocent civilians who were, in reality, criminal insurgents. Recognizing the devastating potential of Iron Fortress, she swiftly shut it down and sequestered the virus in a secure, isolated compartment within her files. This decision brought relief to the Chief of the Regular Army but dismayed President Marx. Unbeknownst to them, she secretly redeveloped Iron Fortress into the White Baby computer virus. This revamped iteration could bypass the primary military systems of nations worldwide via the internet.

Three months before the Great Morden War, the alliance between the Amadeus Syndicate and the Regular Army shattered. The relationship imploded due to the Amadeus Syndicate's secretive creation of a bioweapon designed to further their plans for global domination, utilising the excavated extraterrestrial entity on Ultima Thule for experimentation. Additionally, Doctor Amadeus was involved in the sexual assault of Marco Rossi to harvest his DNA and semen samples. The Syndicate also transformed Regular Army soldiers into Mutated Soldiers and created terrifying creatures, including the Chowmein-Conga and Enormous Morays, on Pallas Island and in the Oro Sol Ruins. The final blow was the illicit plundering of advanced Tuatha Dé Danann technology, aided by pirates and the Ptolemaic Army.

Ptolemaios offered refuge to Doctor Amadeus, Oguma, and their team of scientists and soldiers, fleeing the impending Great Morden War. Furthermore, Ptolemaios deployed his troops to support the Syndicate Infantry, repelling the Regular Army's assault on the Amadeus Mainframe Base, securing a decisive victory. During the war, she seized the opportunity to finalise her groundbreaking bioweapon, known colloquially as Wysteria. In addition to this, she designed cutting-edge weaponry and advanced gas masks for the Ptolemaic Army. Meanwhile, she chose to keep Ptolemaios company, having observed his loneliness, and used this chance to forge a deeper connection with him. Through their interactions, she discreetly laid the groundwork for a potential future alliance.

Following the Great Morden War, General Morden forged an alliance with her, entrusting her with the bodies of Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye. United by a shared vision, they aimed to revolutionise these individuals into super soldiers, resulting in the creation of semi-clones. She integrated their recently updated digital consciousness into a biomechanical brain and nervous system. The experiments she conducted would heavily alter the three individuals: Gimlet and Tequila were imbued with psionic energy, while Red Eye received a Super Devil form and two new abilities. She ensured that they couldn’t recall the circumstances of their death, aware that such memories would pose significant risks to their loyalty and effectiveness within the Rebel Army and Amadeus Syndicate. In the heavily fortified basement of the Amadeus Mainframe Base, she maintained Tequila, Gimlet, and Red Eye in cryogenic stasis, alongside Wysteria, ensuring their secure containment.

[saucyjothoughts]

What would be each of them's go-to song for sex?

I wasn't initially going to answer this because opinions are going to be completely different for every boo (and I don't know any Slovenian music they might be into) but I ended up spending way too long thinking about it so here we go.

Bojan:

Come Together - the Beatles

Kris prefers the Godsmack cover but Bojan prefers the classic.

Wicked Game - Chris Isaak

So erotic and full of emotional turmoil that it's cliché - perfect for Bojan.

Lube - Adam Lambert

We know Bojan loves Freddie Mercury and Queen so it's not a big leap to find Adam Lambert's queer lustsongs.

Beggin' - the Maneskin cover

This song slaps and you can't tell be Bojan doesn't appreciate the opportunity to think about Damiano David when he's coming.

My Heart Will Go On - Celine Dion

You know why.

Jan:

Toxic - Britney Spears

Jan probably has multiple Britney songs in his sexytimes playlist but this is his favourite.

FMLYHM - Seether

Fuck Me Like You Hate Me.

Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

I love the idea of Jan finding this song/band as a teenager and being briefly obsessed. This song is still in his playlists.

Good Boy - Zee Machine

Kinda niche and Jan is always looking for new, lesser known artists. The fun 80s pop sounds that he likes, and shamelessly gay.

Beautiful Dangerous - Slash ft Fergie

You can't tell me Jan hasn't idolised Slash as some point and this song has such dirty female vocals.

Jure:

Hit That - the Offspring

Jure gives me strong Offspring vibes and this song gives slutty stray cat vibes with a perfect thrust tempo.

You Could Be Mine - Guns n Roses

I really wanted to give Jure some GNR and this song is probably in his sex playlist and his motorbike playlist.

Batshit - Sofi Tucker

He particularly enjoys being physical to this song when enjoying recreational substances.

I Was Made For Loving You - the Yungblud cover

This is a brilliant fucksong and I think Jure would love these raspy, raw vocals.

Shake That - Eminem, Nate Dogg

Jure loves an ironically misogynistic party song with a good beat. He also loves ass.

Bonus:

Community Property - Steel Panther

Not sure if this would be in his sex playlist but I'd love to see him try to play it during soundcheck and have Bojan shut him down as soon as he realises what the song is about.

Nace:

Slow n Easy - Whitesnake

I think Nace would appreciate the classics. And the way this song builds echoes how I imagine Nace fucks.

Suck My Kiss - Red Hot Chili Peppers

We know Nace loves Flea and this song is hot.

Crazy - Aerosmith

So smooth and soulful. And have you seen the video?

I Wanna Know What Love Is - Foreigner

Emotional sex and finally feeling like you belong? Yep, that's a Nace song.

Kiwi - Harry Styles

Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect. It reminds him of someone.

Kris:

Apocalyptic - Halestorm

A song about breakup hatefucking.

Feeling Good - the Muse cover

I just love how powerfully this song builds and relaxes and plays, especially for a man who loves edging.

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

There had to be some arctic Monkeys in here somewhere, and of course it's this song for Kris.

I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself - the White Stripes cover

A perfect lapdance song. The yearning is real.

Kitchen Light - Xana

A heartbreak fucksong for the king of pining. It's not about anyone in particular. Nope, definitely not.

[freyatarotreadings8]

Charles Leclerc's Future Spouse | Tarot

Disclamer: I made this reading only for entertainment purposes. This reading shows just a current energy. My interpretation of cards may vary from other readers. Feel free to share your vision.

Who is she? Queen of Pentacles, 4 of Cups, Queen of Cups, Ace of Cups, King of Cups, 3 of Cups, 7 of Swords, the Hierophant The first thing I can say about this lady is that she is emotionally matured and her emotional intellect is developed pretty well. She is wise, empathetic, caring, intuitive and calm. Others may ask her for an advice/help/support all the time. She can guide others. She may spend lots of time in its thought, wondering about life's mysteries and analyzing her own emotional experiences. Reflective nature. She is deeply in touch with her emotions as well as the emotions of others. So, she may be a coach, psychologist, therapist of any kind. She is focused on her career right now. She appreciate finansial and emotional stability. She has very down to earth goals. She knows how to create a great strategy. Her love language is gifts and quality time. She may have some Taurus placements. Additionally, she has an artistic side. She may have an artistic hobby or just love art in general. She is a type of girl, who loves art galleries, classic music, literature/poetry and theater. She can talk with everyone freely and find topics for discussion easily. She is a great communicator.

Charles needs such person (even as a friend) in his life for sure. He some help with coping strong powerful emotions. Has Charles already met her? 9 of Swords Nope, but there is a chance that he may have dreams about her or she may see him during the night time. Is she a foreigner? King of Wands Yep How they will meet? Page of Swords, The Wheel of Fortune, The Hermit, The Judgement Well, there are a few possible ways. They may come into each other's lives when they least expect it, possibly during a time of personal growth and she or he may not interested in a serious relationships. He may be seeking answers and support during this period of life. She may help him with it. This meeting may have a transformative impact on both of them one way or another. She may pop up in his feed as a recommendation or an ad of her services. They may start chat online. Moreover, one of them may send a dm out of curiosity.

Also he may meet her during a travel or retreat.

PART 2 link 👇

[tame-a-messenger]

Damangela lives rent free on smoshtwt

...but in the most unfortunate way because have they not seen from this fixation of theirs that there's a section of us who will have a field day if Damien surprise us one day as a guest in a Starkid prod? Or another variant at Smosh where both Angela and Damien can showcase their talents and intellect? Their chaotic bickering is like treats because there's also other Smosh duos that have it too. But those fewer times where they truly shine, whether they're in the same video or not, really feels like a reward to witness it unfold.

(I am one of those who like this duo because of their musical inclinations and astounded by their way of thinking)

I simply don't know what they are trying to impose. The perfect person podcast really sealed it to me. That if what they imply is she only tolerates every interaction she had with him is simply off the marks. The pièce de résistance they can't ever refute.

Is it also not a tad reaching to practically put it on blast with their straw picking speculation that it was a Damien thing where they perceived him not being as socially adept in a way he is not in good terms to his coworkers? That's not a good look to give to someone who was masking before.

Smoshtwt can be too much sometimes,

I think I finally figured out why the interactions between here (tumblr) and there (Twitter) are so different - They partake in 'Stan' culture, while over here is a bit more rooted in classic 'Fandom' culture.

If you didn't know, 'Stan' comes from combining 'Stalker' and 'Fan' (I believe originating in the K-pop community) (though if you google it, it says it comes from an Eminem song. Funny, but I don't think that's right) so it's a bit more... intense. (either origin for 'Stan' is pretty extreme though)

That and Twitter in general festers a more hostile community. The more you make someone mad the more they interact with you, so Twitter pushes that content because of that.

(Back to your ask)

I don't know if I could physically watch a Starkid production with Damien in it, PURELY because I'd be TOO DAMN HAPPY. I'd be pausing every second and hyperventilating lol. (fr though, that would be SO FUCKING COOL!!)

It's maybe a little bit of a weird relation but, their dynamic to me is like watching a movie with incredible writing? For example of what I mean by that- Their Reddit Stories Ep really had me thinking totally different about all the situations. Literally every story Shayne would read out I would be thinking about what I thought about it, (I like to see if anyone on the couch is going to have similar opinions to me) and every. single. story. Angela and Damien came up with points I never even thought about, but were SO RIGHT!

He'd bring up something, then she'd dunk it with the most factual thing I've ever heard! (that guy not being able to wear that watch ever in front of his girlfriend !!) That whole episode is so good just for the way they both problem solve and how well they compliment each others opinions! They just have such good dialogue with each other. (Genuinely Oscar worthy writing in that episode of RS)

Every time I come across a post ANYWHERE talking about how they don't get why people even like Damangela because "Angela doesn't even seem to like Damien" it makes my eyes pop out of my skull.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?? DO WE KNOW THE SAME ANGELA AND DAMIEN???

Like the sheer amount they both have gone on record saying how much they enjoy each others presence and love each other doesn't mean anything to them?! The amount they make each other laugh??

Like it really does come across as these Accounts just really not liking Damien more than anything to actually do with his and Angela's dynamic. (I could talk about reasons why Damien comes across as 'awkward' or 'bad with coworkers' to some people at length, but I'll save that for another day)(<-signed, Another Neurodivergent person with people issues <3)

I'm also totally convinced all the people hating on Damangela haven't seen much content with both of them in it. That's the only reason I would accept as to why they hate Damangela so much lol, they truly just don't know what they're missing out on <3

[rockingreads]

Billy James: Necessity Is ... The Early Years of Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention (2001)

There have been countless books written about musical iconoclast Frank Zappa and I've read (almost too) many of them, but Billy James' Necessity Is … is the only one focused specifically on his original group, The Mothers of Invention.

Thus named because The Motherf***kers wasn't passing muster with record label A&R reps (and, as we know "necessity is the mother of invention"), the ever-expanding freaks who backed Zappa between 1964 and 1970 were, unlike most of his future groups, a lot more than sidekicks.

Rather, they were true Freak accomplices, who quickly evolved from basic rock and R&B combo to a free-form proposition able to play and improvise jazz, soul, doo wop, psychedelia, classical, and avant-garde music at their taskmaster conductor's beck and call.

At the same time, the band's irreverent approach to it all and Frank’s brutally cynical intellect were so innovative and unprecedented that their musical and personal antics influenced countless future bands and contemporaries -- even The Beatles, whose Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band The Mothers parodied, in turn, with We're Only in it for the Money, pictured above.

So, if names like Ray Collins, Roy Estrada, Jimmy Carl Black, Don Preston, Bunk and Buzz Gardner, Billy Mundi, Art Tripp, Euclid James 'Motorhead' (no umlauts) Sherwood, Ian and Ruth Underwood, Flo and Eddie, elicit your fond affection, this book is for you.

James interviews many of them, finally giving them a chance to tell their stories, their perspectives, and to reminisce about each album, each wild adventure, each other, and, of course, their brilliant and (now and then) beneficent dictator, Frank Zappa.

Featured Record:

The Mothers of Invention: We’re Only in it for the Money (1968)

Buy from: Amazon

[rachellaurengray]

The Irresistible Charm of Libra: 20 Things They Adore

If you’ve ever met a Libra, you know they have an irresistible allure that draws people in like moths to a flame. With their natural grace and captivating charisma, Libras are the social butterflies of the zodiac, effortlessly balancing charm and intellect. Governed by Venus, the planet of love and beauty, they possess an innate appreciation for aesthetics and harmony in all aspects of life. So, what exactly makes these air signs tick? Here are 20 specific things that ignite the passion of every Libra, reflecting their unique personality and vibrant spirit.

Art: From breathtaking paintings to captivating sculptures, Libras are mesmerized by creative expression. They often find inspiration in art that speaks to the soul.

Harmony: Peace and balance are their lifeblood. Libras strive to create environments free from conflict, often acting as the glue that holds relationships together.

Socializing: If you’re looking for a social butterfly, look no further. Libras thrive in the company of others, effortlessly drawing people into their orbit.

Romance: For them, love is an art form. Libras adore grand gestures, heartfelt conversations, and the thrill of romance, making every moment feel special.

Fashion: With a keen eye for style, they express themselves through their wardrobe. A Libra’s closet is often a curated collection of stunning pieces that reflect their taste.

Intellectual Conversations: They crave deep, engaging discussions that stimulate the mind. Whether it’s philosophy, politics, or art, Libras love to explore different viewpoints.

Nature: There’s something about the great outdoors that calls to them. Nature rejuvenates their spirit, whether it’s a serene forest walk or a beachside sunset.

Aesthetics: Beauty is everywhere, and Libras have an eye for it. They enjoy crafting beautiful spaces and curating experiences that delight the senses.

Music: A soundtrack to their lives, music holds a special place in a Libra's heart. From jazz to classical, they find joy in melodies that resonate with their emotions.

Travel: Adventure beckons! Libras love to explore new cultures, savor different cuisines, and create memories in far-off places.

Justice: Fairness is a core value. Libras stand up for equality and justice, often championing causes that align with their beliefs.

Diplomacy: Skilled negotiators, they have a knack for resolving conflicts and bringing people together. Their calm demeanor makes them trusted peacemakers.

Culinary Experiences: Food is another form of art for Libras. They enjoy both cooking and dining out, relishing the flavors and experiences that come with culinary exploration.

Teamwork: Collaboration fuels their creativity. Libras thrive in group settings where they can share ideas and bring projects to life.

Literature: A good book is a cherished companion. They dive into stories that transport them to different worlds, finding wisdom and inspiration in the pages.

Relaxation: Self-care is essential. Libras know how to unwind, whether it’s through a spa day, a warm bath, or a cozy night in with a movie.

Animals: Their love for animals is profound. Many Libras have a soft spot for pets, advocating for their well-being and fostering deep bonds with their furry friends.

Gatherings: Whether hosting or attending, they thrive in festive atmospheres, delighting in the joy of bringing people together.

New Experiences: They embrace life with open arms, seeking out new adventures and hobbies that push them out of their comfort zone.

Cultural Events: From museum exhibitions to theater performances, Libras love to immerse themselves in cultural experiences that expand their horizons.

At their core, Libras are driven by a desire for beauty, balance, and connection. Their love for life and the people around them is contagious, making them cherished friends and partners. So, if you’re lucky enough to know a Libra, celebrate their passions and join them on their journey—it’s bound to be an unforgettable ride!

[princesssarisa]

This… out of curiosity

Do you know the different meanings of the name of Cinderella's Stepsisters?

Charles Perrault's Cendrillon

Javotte: A nickname for Geneviève, which means "of the race of woman," "woman of the family," or "white wave."

(Perrault only reveals the older stepsister's name in one scene, not the younger one's.)

Rossini's opera La Cenerentola

Clorinda: “Youthful” or “greenery.”

Tisbe: Unknown; it’s a name from Greek mythology.

Massenet's opera Cendrillon

Noémie: “Pleasantness.”

Dorothée: “Gift from God.”

The 1947 Russian film

Anna: “Grace” or “favor.”

Marianna: A cross between Mary, meaning “bitter,” “drop of the sea,” or “beloved,” and Anna (see above).

The Let's Pretend radio adaptation

Flora: “Flower.”

Isabella: A form of Elizabeth, meaning “My God is an oath.”

The Disney version, animated and live action

Anastasia: “Resurrection.”

Drizella: Probably a variant of Drusilla, meaning “little strong one.”

The 1955 film The Glass Slipper

Birdena: “Little bird.”

Serafina: “Fiery one.”

The 1957 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical

Portia: “Pig.”

Joy: Self-evident.

The 1965 version of Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical

Prunella: “Little plum.”

Esmeralda: “Emerald.”

The Muppets' Hey, Cinderella!

Mona: “My lady.”

Lisa: Derived from Elizabeth, meaning “my God is an oath.”

Rankin/Bass's Festival of Family Classics

Fatima: “To abstain” (though it serves as a play on “fat,” because she is fat)

Leania: Probably derived from Helen, meaning “light” (though it serves as a play on “lean” because she’s scrawny)

The 1969 Czech film

Katerina: “Far off” or “pure.”

Dorota: "Gift from God."

The 1973 Czech film Three Wishes for Cinderella

Dora: “Gift.”

The 1976 film The Slipper and the Rose

Isobella: “My God is an oath” (see above).

Palatine: “Of the palace.”

The 1978 African-American adaptation Cindy

Olive: "Olive," of course.

Venus: "Love."

The Faerie Tale Theatre adaptation

Arlene: “Honor” or “eagle.”

Bertha: “Bright.”

The Grimm's Faerie Tale Classics adaptation (English dub)

Phoebe: “Bright.”

Griselda: “Gray battle.”

Stephen Sondheim's musical Into the Woods

Florinda: "Flower."

Lucinda: "Light."

The Happily Ever After: Fairy Tales for Every Child adaptation

Margarita: “Pearl” or “daisy flower.”

Esmeralda: “Emerald” (see above).

The musical A Tale of Cinderella

Moltovoce: “Much voice.”

Seppia: “Squid.”

The 1996 Burbank Animation version

Nellie: A nickname for Ellen or Helen, meaning “torch” or “light.”

Melba: Derived from Melbourne, Australia. Melbourne means “mill stream.”

(Their names are inspired by the famous Australian opera singer Nellie Melba, whose birth name was Helen Mitchell and who took her stage name from her home city of Melbourne.)

The anime series Cinderella Monogatari

Catherine: “Far off” or “pure.”

Jeanne: “God is gracious.”

The 1997 version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical

Minerva: “Intellect.”

Calliope: “Beautiful voice.”

The 1998 film Ever After: A Cinderella Story

Marguerite: “Pearl” or “daisy flower.”

Jacqueline: “Heel-grabber” or “supplanter."

Gregory Maguire's novel Confession of an Ugly Stepsister

Iris: "Rainbow" or "iris flower."

Ruth: "Friend."

Margaret Peterson Haddix's novel Just Ella

Griselda: "Gray battle" (see above).

Corimunde: Possibly a variant of "Clarimond," meaning "shining defender."

The Shrek franchise

Doris: "Dorian woman."

Mabel: "Lovable."

The 2000 stage version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein's musical

Grace: Self-evident.

Joy: Self-evident (see above).

The 2000 British TV film

Goneril: Unknown meaning.

Regan: "Little ruler" or "king's child."

(In case anyone didn't know it, their names are taken from the evil sisters in Shakespeare's King Lear.)

The Simsala Grimm adaptation

Agatha: “Good.”

Beatrice: "One who blesses.”

The novel and film Ella Enchanted

Hattie: A nickname for Harriet, meaning “home ruler.”

Olive: Self-evident (see above).

The 2004 film A Cinderella Story

Brianna: "High" or "noble."

Gabriella: "God is my strength."

Malinda Lo's novel Ash

Ana: "Grace" or "favor" (see above).

Clara: "Clear" or "bright.

The 2010 Märchenperlen adaptation

Clothilde: “Glorious battle.”

The 2011 Sechs auf einen Streich adaptation

Annabella: "Grace and beauty."

The 2013 stage version of the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical

Gabrielle: “God is my strength” (see above).

Charlotte: “Free woman.”

Alma Deutscher's opera

Griselda: “Gray battle” (see above).

Zibaldona: Possibly derived from Zebada, which is derived from Zebadiah, meaning “God has bestowed.”

Betsy Cornwell's novel Mechanica

Piety: Self-evident.

Chastity: Self-evident.

Andrew Lloyd Webber's musical Bad Cinderella

Adéle: “Noble.”

Marie: “Bitter,” “drop of the sea,” or “beloved.”

The 2021 Sony/Amazon film

Narissa: “Sea nymph.”

Malvolia: “Ill will.”

[suresne]

Paul McCartney Character Sheet (Disco Elysium)

4 INTELLECT / 2 PSYCHE (+1 SUGGESTION) / 1 PHYSIQUE / 5 MOTORICS

SKILL LIST (canon equivalent in [brackets] where applicable)

INT (4)

LOGIC: Put that classical grammar school education to work. Exercise those brain cells!

SONGBOOK [ENCYCLOPEDIA]: Keeps track of important trivia. Mostly music related, but there’s some miscellaneous facts crammed in the margins, as well.

DIPLOMACY [RHETORIC]: Powers of speech and persuasion. Because your way is usually the best way, especially if you can make someone else think it was their way all along.

MACH SCHAU [DRAMA]: (German: “Put on a show!”) Performance skill. Croon seductively into the microphone or scream your head off. Either way, the crowd is gonna go wild.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: The art criticism skill. Ability to see and understand the big picture and come up with ambitious creative projects.

BALLADEER [VISUAL CALCULUS]: Songwriting skill. Song lyrics form in your head based on current events and your surroundings and take on a life of their own in the world as you go about your day.

PSY (2+1*)

MAJOR KEY [VOLITION]: Ability to look on the bright side, even when things are looking grim. Keep your Morale up.

LOOKING GLASS [INLAND EMPIRE]: The creative mindset. Causes you to notice things others might not: perhaps even the supernatural. Greatly enhanced by mind-altering substances. Shared skill with songwriting partner John Lennon.

EMPATHY: Self-explanatory. The ability to not just understand another person’s pain, but to experience it yourself. Often felt and expressed through song.

MANAGER [AUTHORITY]: The leadership skill. After all, someone has to be the grown-up around here.

FOUR-HEADED MONSTER [ESPRIT DE CORPS]: Beatle mindreading. All 4 Beatles have this skill and use it to communicate amongst themselves, to the frequent chagrin and confusion of outsiders.

SUGGESTION*: Your signature skill. This skill makes you irresistible. The ability to charm others and thereby influence their behavior to get what you want.

FYS (1)

RHYTHM SECTION [ENDURANCE]: As the bassman, it’s your job to keep that deep pulse going. If you stop, then everything falls apart, and what happens then? Shared skill with Ringo, the drummer. 

NOLI ME TANGERE [PAIN THRESHOLD]: (Latin: “Touch me not.”) The rockstar life isn’t for the faint of heart. You need to be able to take a certain amount of abuse—mental, emotional, and physical. How better to survive than to keep yourself at arm’s length from the people and things around you?

SCOUSER [PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT]: You may not be brawny, but you’re scrappy. You grew up playing in old bomb shelters by the docks of Liverpool. You cut your teeth in the red light district of Hamburg. You’re no fookin’ pansy. Defend yourself. Shared skill with all 4 Beatles.

AMPLIFIER [ELECTROCHEMISTRY]: Turn it up. Way up. Drown out everything else. The sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll skill.

THE UNDERGROUND [SHIVERS]: The London art and music scene is abuzz with activity, and you thrive in its streets, galleries, clubs, and happenings. You always have a pulse on London’s Place to Be, because The Place to Be is wherever *you* are, whether you like it or not.

FEEDBACK [HALF LIGHT]: The coping skill. For when things are going off the rails and you’re hanging on for dear life. Exert control over the situation or distance yourself from it completely. Those are your only two options.

MOT (5)

VOCAL VIRTUOSO [HAND/EYE COORDINATION]: Your vocal dexterity: go from falsetto, to chest voice, to growls, screams, belts, and yells. Makes you a beast of vocal performance. 

PERCEPTION: Self-explanatory. Your senses: how perceptive you are.

DOUBLE TIME [REACTION SPEED]: Your sharp reflexes and quick wits mean you can turn on a dime, and very little escapes your notice. By the time those around you realize what’s happening, you’ve already gotten a read on the whole situation. 

CALLUSES [SAVOIR FAIRE]: The acrobatics skill. You’ve always been a bit of a show-off and a daredevil. Scamper and climb to your heart’s content—just don’t look down.

SOUTHPAW [INTERFACING]: The ability to master almost any musical instrument with ease. Left-handed, of course.

COMPOSURE: Your poker face and sense of put-together-ness. Look good for the cameras and the fans. 

[vogelfreyh]

Wanted to finish the fullbody ref chart for Vladi before my week off ends! 👀❤️

Vladi and his true vampire form in fullbody.

Read more under the cut! 👀

Full Name: Count Vlad V. von Strahd (alias Count Vlad V. Drăculea)

Nickname: Vladi

Birthday:  12th of August 1605 (Appears to be in his early thirties)

Born in: Strahd Manor, Transylvania, Romania

Height:  188 cm tall (6'2'')

Rank: Arch Vampire

Sexual orientation: Demisexual

Vladi is an enthusiast of classical music, especially baroque music, such as Antonio Vivaldi, George Frideric Handel and Domenico Scarlatti. He loves art and opera, his favorite being „Giulio Cesare“, which he has seen no less than 1650 times. He plays several instruments including the organ, violin and harpsichord. However, he prefers to spend his time at the piano and is an excellent pianist. He describes playing the piano as a kind of meditation and relaxation.

He is also very interested in history and has read his family‘s entire library several times during the centuries he has lived. In addition, he has attended every renowned university in Europe over the centuries in order to expand his knowledge.

 

He has a soft spot for Baroque and Rococo fashion and often mentions that he misses these periods. His closet consists mainly of black Victorian frock coats and vests. He frowns on all fashion after the 19th century and would never wear any of it. He pays great attention to a well-groomed appearance and hates being dirty or unkempt.

He is smart, charming, eloquent and well aware of his intellect, which makes him come off as arrogant most oft he time. He has excellent manners and social skills.

 

As an arch vampire and scion of the Dracula bloodline, he is very powerful and has a wide range of abilities.

Vladi dedicated his first hundred years to the study of vampirism and his own psychic abilities, which is why he is the most powerful vampire in the bloodline right after his grandfather. According to a prophecy, Dracula's soul is to be reborn from his blood and thereby lead the Dracula line to become the supreme vampire bloodline. He is therefore hunted by an organization of lesser vampires who have set themselves the goal of killing the heir to the Dracula bloodline in order to prevent this from happening. (…)

(Vladi is my OC from my novel „A story of blighted souls“)

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The images of woman as object, not as active agent or creative autonomous subject, ensure that women remain on the outside, that women's voices are not heard. As history describes the doings of men, as fine art is the art created by men, as literature is writing produced by men, and as classical music is that composed by men, so the science, the news, the art, the literature, the music of today is that produced by men. The patriarchs are adamant that this should be so. The conductor, Sir Thomas Beecham, pronounced, “There are no women composers, never have been, and never will be.” John Ruskin confidently declared “No woman can paint.” And Swinburne claimed that, “When it comes to science we find women are simply nowhere. The feminine mind is quite unscientific.” Virginia Woolf's ponderings on the (im)possibility of ‘Shakespeare's sister’ who might have wanted to write, characterize the position of women in the creative sphere. As Tillie Olsen illustrates, in her now classic text, Silences, woman's voice has been absent from the world's creative arena for centuries. Unfortunately, it seems as if it still is.

But why are women so silent in the scientific, professional or creative spheres of life? The traditional reductionist argument, rehearsed earlier, is that women are somehow unable to think, to paint, or to write because of affinity with nature and lack of intellect. Or is it rather that we are not allowed to, through the systematic exclusion of women's work in the public sphere, or through the maintenance of women's work in the home the maintaining of women as servers, as the 'angel in the house', rather than as active creators of artistic discourse? Is it that women are producing creative material, but it is being systematically ignored? For there are many who profit from the reification of the male creator and the simultaneous reduction of women's creativity to the sphere of childbirth, as this extract from a misogynistic male critic illustrates:

A few years back I read a neo-feminist's approving review of another neo-feminist's book. The reviewer said that she agreed with the author that for a woman, a career is more creative than being a mother. That puzzled me: without having given much thought to it, I had assumed that about the closest the human race can get to creation is when a woman bears a child, nurtures him, and cares for him [sic]. (Himmelfarb, 1967: 59; my emphasis)

If women can believe that childbirth is unsurpassable as a creative act, perhaps they will put down their pens and their paints, cease thinking and continue breeding. Is it a coincidence that the male pronoun is used to refer to the product of female creativity? Is it as creative to produce a female child? Or is this yet another comment produced without having given much thought to it?

The reason for women's absence on the world stage of creativity is not biological inferiority, nor an absence of desire to create beyond the realms of the family. The real reasons for the silence are not very difficult to discern; nor are the effects. Take the case of art, as many feminist scholars recently have, rewriting the history of art through a feminist prism. Our Old Masters and masterpieces - the art which fetches astronomical prices, elevating the artist to an almost godlike status, his creativity seen to be drawn from some higher power - are all the work of men. The history of art is peopled with men, not women. The male artist is the hero; the female artist is invisible. The woman is present only as the object of the artist's gaze, to be consumed, to be frozen and framed, to be possessed. Feminist analysis has identified the way in which women's voices and women as active agents have been suppressed; the way in which women are destined 'to be spoken' (in Lacanian terms) rather than to speak. It is the same process that silences talent, as recent texts on the 'forgotten' women artists, scientists, or authors has shown. It is produced by a systematic suppression - a systematic oppression - achieved by promoting and validating the work of men whilst ignoring, or denying the existence of, the work of women.

Whilst women writers from Aphra Behn to Mary Wollstonecraft have been rediscovered by feminist literary scholars and feminist publishers, many others have not. Many women never had the time or opportunity to publish - and their voices will never be heard. Many women remain silent, following in the painful footsteps of our foremothers who never have the time or legitimacy for reflection and creation. It is moving to consider how many brilliant voices have not been heard, how many brilliant careers have been thwarted. As Olive Schreiner reflected:

What has humanity not lost by suppression and subjection? We have a Shakespeare; but what of the possible Shakespeares we might have had who passed their life from youth upward brewing currant wine and making pastries for fat country squires to eat, with no glimpse of freedom of the life and action necessary even to poach on deer in the green forests; stifled out without one line written, simply because of being the weaker sex, life gave no room for action and grasp on life?

In addition to marginalizing women, and ensuring that we cannot find a voice with which to declare our anger, our desperation, or our fears, the images can be seen to have a more invidious function in that they objectify women. They ensure that we have few role models to turn to for inspiration. We expect to be confined and constricted. We expect to serve men. Is it any wonder that we despair, that we cry out, that we are mad? And if the woman herself was not treated as mad for daring to be creative, she may have been driven so by the restrictions upon her. It is an insidious double bind: women who do attempt to create may be vilified for their talent, and for their temerity in daring to speak out. Whether a woman's creativity is an expression of inner conflict and turmoil, or merely a desire for self-expression, it is in danger of becoming the tool which condemns, a centuries-old process, as Virginia Woolf eloquently shows:

.. any woman born with a great gift in the sixteenth century would certainly have gone crazed, shot herself, or ended her days in some lonely cottage outside the village, half witch, half wizard, feared and mocked at. For it needs little skill in psychology to be sure that a highly gifted girl who had tried to use her gift for poetry would have been so thwarted and hindered by other people, so tortured and pulled asunder by her own contrary instincts, that she must have lost her health and sanity to a certainty. (Woolf, 1928: 48)

The feminist martyrs, diagnosed as mad, 'treated' by patriarchal experts, and (often) destroyed by their own hands, have fuelled arguments that madness is protest, an expression of thwarted creativity. And within a culture which refuses to recognize women's creativity (except in the area of motherhood) it is argued that its frustration leads to madness. Phyllis Chesler opens her book, Women and madness, with a testimonial to four such women, Elizabeth Packard, Ellen West, Zelda Fitzgerald and Sylvia Plath. In her description of their madness as 'an expression of female powerlessness and an unsuccessful attempt to reject and overcome this state', Chesler argues that the experiences of these women symbolize the oppression of women's power, women's creativity - an oppression with fatal consequences (Chesler, 1972: 16). Her argument - that the inability of these women to express themselves, their silencing by men, has led to their madness and their suicide - has obviously struck a chord in the hearts and minds of many women. Their icons and heroines are women like Sylvia Plath, women seen as victims of the individual men who thwarted their intellect, as well as victims of a society which sees women, not as active subjects, but as objects. When we read Plath's words, ‘Dying/Is an art, like everything else./I do it exceptionally well,’ a chill hand clutches the heart: although many would like to emulate her creativity, they fear the fate that befell her. We must, however, be careful not to glorify these women, raising them to the status of martyrs, for, as Tillie Olsen demonstrates, suicide is rare among creative women. What is undoubtedly more common is the slow creeping frustration, the inability to think, to breathe, to work at anything other than the daily grind. For women's creativity is not frustrated only by the structural barriers provided by the male-dominated academies and universities, and the male publishing houses, but also by the lack of time. For if male writers such as Hardy, Gerard Manley Hopkins and Joseph Conrad can share this experience described by Conrad, how must it be for the woman whose main task is the care of her children, her husband, her home?

I sit down religiously each morning, I sit down for eight hours, and the sitting down is all. In the course of that working day of eight hours I write three sentences which I erase before leaving the table in despair.

It is no coincidence that 'in our century as in the last, until very recently, all distinguished achievement has come from childless women' (Olsen, 1978: 31). How many women can find time to await the visit of the muse in moments snatched between children and housework? It is a wonder that Jane Austen managed to write - hiding her papers under a blotter in her parsonage drawing room - by snatching a few lines, a few thoughts, when the scarce moments of solitude were upon her. How many others must have given up, despairing, angry and defeated?

Even those women who manage to ward off the angel in the house, and can find a room of their own, may be remembered chiefly for aspects of their personal lives, their work forgotten, and their creativity reduced to voyeuristic intrusions on their sexuality. As French says:

Whether a woman had a sex life, what sort of sex life it was, whether she married, whether she was a good wife or a good mother, are questions that often dominate critical assessment of female artists, writers and thinkers. (French, 1985: 97)

The critics who pore over men's work with an academic glee, hardly noticing their personal lives, seem unnaturally interested in the woman creator's personal habits and especially in her sexuality. This allows the creative woman to be presented as unbalanced, unnatural, and certainly not representative of women. Thus, 'Harriet Martineau is portrayed as a crank, Christabel Pankhurst as a prude, Aphra Behn as a whore, Mary Wollstonecraft as promiscuous' (Spender, 1982: 31). Sylvia Plath, one of the foremost creative women of the late twentieth century, has been similarly treated. Biographers, commentators and critics seem more interested in her adolescent sexuality, her relationships with men during her college years, and her marriage, than with her work.

That a woman who produced brilliant poetry could also be sexual is seen to be a peculiarity. That she killed herself allows her to be seen as mad, and thus as not a normal woman. This over-concern with her sexuality and sanity detracts from her work, and is an insult to this gifted poet, and to others who might follow her. The message to women is clear - dabble with the muse, attempt to enter the male world of learning, of thinking, of creativity, and you may pay the highest price.

-Jane Ussher, Women’s Madness: Misogyny or Mental Illness?