#miracle paradise

[emaadsidiki]

Miracle Mile Shops 🌎 Planet Hollywood Resort

[theinfinitetrial]

I believe in no god but Im sure I could worship someone into divinity

[deusvervewrites]

Paradise of the Strong x Miracle

The very embodiment of their ideology being against them is very demoralizing for the MLA.

Imagine the metaphysical embodiment of your beliefs shows up and flips you off

[celestiall0tus]

Into Another World - Ladybugs

Table of Contents

            Gateways in the sitting room between worlds lit up. Portals spun and people emerged from them all in various ladybug-themed outfits. They all exchanged glances as Lord Bug’s eyes widened.

            “No way! More of you guys!” Lord Bug cheered.

            “More? Absolution Ladybug asked.

            “Yeah! More of us, ladybugs. I met some others, not ladybugs, by other versions of me and my friends. We teamed up to take down something called the Supreme. It was honestly a joke, but what can you do?”

            “Interesting. So, we’re all just other ladybug holders from other worlds?” Carmine asked.

            “That’s what it looks like. Well, for most of us. I can’t really tell with you guys,” Lord Bug said as he pointed to a pair of Marinettes, one tall and toned while the other short and chubby, a Juleka with red violet dyed tips in an adventurer’s outfit, and an Adrien in a black prince outfit with red and green details.”

            “I was blessed by Tikki a long time ago. Well, my ancestors. That blessing lived on in my blood that grants me powers,” Court of Miracles Marinette boasted.

            “I was blessed too, but more recently by the kwami god of creation,” Scions Juleka announced.

            “I’m a lot like that Marinette, except I was also blessed, or cursed, with Plagg as well,” Rapture Adrien admitted.

            “I was gifted the power of Creation to combat the power of Destruction and free my city of their family’s tyranny,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette remarked.

            “Then why aren’t you transformed like the rest of us?” Siren’s Song Lady Beetle asked.

            “Transformed?” Juleka, Adrien, and Court of Miracles Marinette asked.

            “They mean with the jewels you get from the kwamis to put on tacky, well, tackier suits like they all have,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette commented.

            “Tacky? Excuse you! I designed this biker outfit myself!” Separate Worlds Lady Beetle protested.

            “Yeah! My girlfriend made my suit and she’s a remarkable designer!” Lord Bug added.

            Hope puffed out her cheeks and stomped her foot.

            “Hey! Roller derby clothes aren’t tacky, bitch!” Bloody Bug yelled.

            “That’s for debate, but do you really have any room to speak? The suit and everything sells gangster a little too much, don’t you think? You honestly look more like a walking cliché,” Carmine spat.

            “And what do you expect of me? To just run around in dresses, skirts, high heels, and blouses to take on another mafia boss? Let alone one that is the black cat? No, I think not. I would rather not be transformed unless absolutely necessary,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette snapped back.

            “Well, good for you that you don’t need your powers to take on your villain, princess. Some of us need ours otherwise we’d be dead,” Absolution Ladybug yelled.

            Of Virtue and Sin Marinette’s nostrils flared. “Call me ‘princess’ one more time. I dare you.”

            Absolution Ladybug opened her mouth when Bloody Bug jumped in the way.

            “Princess!” Bloody Bug hissed.

            Of Virtue and Sin Marinette growled and raised her hand when Scarlet Lord jumped in the middle of them.

            “Ok! I think that’s enough of that. I don’t think we were brought here to fight. I’m not sure why we’re all here, but let’s try to get along, right? Why don’t we all just sit down and talk?” Scarlet Lord suggested.

            “I agree! I want to get to know you guys. The ones I met before were interesting, so I want to learn more about each other,” Lord Bug added.

            The others exchanged uncertain glances before they shrugged and took a seat.

            “So… where do we start with all this? And why should we care?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Oh, come now, it could be fun, and that’s all it needs to be, but we do need a place to start. Let’s see… oh! What about who our villains are? I can go first. We’re dealing with my dad, who is Papillon. He’s destroyed quite a bit and killed just as much, but also losing his mind. We’ve also sorta got Ripper, who is a blood hungry serial killer. And a little assassin child named Widow,” Lord Bug shared.

            “We’ve got a crazy serial killer butterfly holder named Papillon who has been terrorizing the city and entire world for two whole years. Chat Noir was supposed to be our hero, but he failed one too many times. Now I’ll step in to be the hero he wasn’t,” Absolution Ladybug stated.

            Lord Bug paled. “I… I, uh, sure he tried his best?”

            “Oh, he sure tried his best to be a little attention whore and milk being a hero while everyone else suffered. Fucker is paraded around as a glorified sex symbol more than as a hero,” Absolution Ladybug shot back.

            Lord Bug curled his lip in disgust. “That’s… that’s unpleasant. Uh, what about you?”

            Separate Worlds Lady Beetle raised her brow. “Me? Well, we don’t exactly have a villain or villains like you two. Me, Snow Owl, and Gold Mouse just help keep the streets clean and free of crime.”

            “That’s a noble cause,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette said.

            “Oh? Well, thank you. We’ve been doing it for a few years, since we were teens in high school. It was Snow Owl’s idea. Gold Mouse and I joined because we were always a fan of comics and heroes, so the chance to be one was… enticing. It’s not easy, we’ve made mistakes, but we’ve done so much good. Seeing the smiles on peoples’ faces makes it all worth it.”

            “I agree with the mafia bitch. That’s very noble. Reminds me of why I took on the ladybug,” Carmine added.

            “Why did you?” Separate Worlds Lady Beetle asked.

            Carmine stared at the coffee table. “My sister and I watched a villain rise that was set on destroying the world. We watched him as nothing was able to stop the monsters he created by twisting normal people into abominations. He was killing so many with the monsters and no one could stop him. When my sister and I were given the chance to stop him, we leapt at it. For the longest time, all we could do was contain his rampage to Paris. It wasn’t until a golden dragon warrior rose from the ashes that we were finally able to do more than just contain him.”

            “That sounds a lot like my father,” Lord Bug said.

            “And our Papillon,” Absolution Ladybug added.

            “Something like ours too,” Metal Bug added.

            “What’s yours like?” Lord Bug asked.

            “Well, he’s not alone, but definitely the leader. Manipulative and cunning, but also terribly cruel. He works alongside the peacock, rooster, ant, and black cat. He’s currently also have Bumblebee under his thumb along with the ox and white cat because of Bumblebee,” Metal Bug explained.

            “Wait! Bumblebee? Your Marinette?” Lord Bug asked.

            “Y-yeah? You know her?”

            “Yeah! I met her. She talked about you and her Adrien. That must mean you’re Luka!” Lord Bug cheered.

            “You’re a Luka?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Uh, let’s get to topic. Uh, what about you? What’s your villain?” Metal Bug asked as he pointed to Hope.

            Hope tilted her head and pointed to herself. She considered, stood up, and waved her arms around in a flapping motion.”

            “What is this? Is this a game of charades?” Carmine asked.

            “Use your voice,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette scolded.

            Hope huffed and pouted. She reconsidered before she grabbed her yo-yo and slammed it onto the table. She swiped up on it as it opened. Creation energies poured from it, and she worked with them. She sculpted them into a life-size model of Echidna.

            “What the hell? Why are you fighting a fairy?” Juleka asked.

            Hope flicked her hand as echoes of Echidna’s voice repeated “Paradise.”

            “Paradise? What’s Paradise?” Absolution Ladybug asked.

            “A very dangerous power. Those that possess the powers of Life, Nature, Transformation, Protection, and Beauty are able to create a literal heaven, untouchable and unkillable, but sacrifices the rest of the land to make it, creating a barren wasteland outside of Paradise,” Adrien explained.

            Hope bounced as she pointed at Adrien.

            “Your butterfly seeks to make Paradise?” Adrien asked.

            Hope nodded.

            “Does she have all the components?”

            Hope shook her head. She flicked her hand again to reveal the peacock Erinona, the turtle knight Alexiares, and the dragon Delphyne.

            “There’s no snake here. They don’t have the snake?”

            Hope gave a thumbs up.

            “That’s a relief. Make sur they don’t get the snake. With the snake, Paradise will be made.”

            Hope nodded and gave a thumbs up, then pointed to Adrien.

            “Huh? Me? Oh, I don’t exactly have a villain, unless you count politics?” Adrien remarked.

            “Same here,” Court of Miracles Marinette commented.

            “Politics and a little of everything else that comes with being an adventurer,” Juleka added.

            “Oh, gosh, how do you all manage to deal with that nonsense?” Bloody Bug asked.

            The three shrugged.

            “What about you, short stacks?” Carmine teased.

            Bloody Bug shot Carmine a glare. “We were dealing with a fool butterfly user until a peacock came into the picture, Mayura. She’s a dangerous, manipulative bitch and she just loves to toy with us and that very fact that she’s leagues ahead of us.”

            “Mayura? You mean she’s evil?” Lord Bug asked.

            “I… I don’t fucking know. She does bad things. Fuck she nearly got my brother killed if I hadn’t saved him. But we learned she’s doing this because she wants to, I guess, do right by the kwamis, whatever that may mean,” Bloody Bug said.

            “Oh, that sounds almost like what happened with us. We were fighting Hawkmoth, also a crazy butterfly holder. He managed to get all the miraculous to fuse together, but when he did, he reforged Velze, so was quick to set things right for his, uh, kids,” Scarlet Lord explained.

            “Wait. For real?”

            “Yeah. He even distributed the miraculous out according to the new concepts.”

            “New concepts?”

            “Yeah. Obviously creation is creation still, but take the peacock for example. It was emotions, but now its beauty.”

            “It hasn’t always been beauty for you guys?” Lord Bug asked.

            “No,” Scarlet Lord and Bloody Bug said.

            “That’s… odd,” Lord Bug commented.

            “Very. Why would the peacock ever be something like emotions? Especially when all it knows is how to be a pretty little bird,” Court of Miracles Marinette mocked.

            “Pretty is a stretch. Granted the person I know that was gifted the peacock jewel is a pimp,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette remarked.

            “A what?” everyone yelled.

            “Huh? Oh, yeah. My family heads and myself have seen the peacock pimp often, usually in the presence of the other mafia boss, the Black Cat. We’ve tried to get information, but the lanky bitch won’t snitch,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette prattled.

            “And why is your black cat so… against you?” Coccinella asked.

            “Reverse it. I’m against him. He thinks he can just scare everything and demand respect through fear, he’s got another thing coming. I was gifted the ladybug, his opposite, to bring him down and restore balance. I will rule with respect to drive away his fear,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette answered.

            “Sounds a lot like the cat I have to deal with, in all his sexy glory,” Siren’s Song Lady Beetle cooed.

            “I’m sorry, what did you just say?” Absolution Ladybug asked.

            “I agree, what the fuck?” Bloody Bug snapped.

            “What? Can you really blame a girl for finding her enemy attractive in all his raw, brutish, animal magnetism? I’d never tell my mother, but I could never bring that guy down, even though he fights against us to make a better future. I do wonder if I could convince him to fight with me, but then I just get lost in everything,” Siren’s Song Lady Beetle remarked.

            “Why are you smitten with your enemy? You should be bringing them down. Not attempting to convert them to your ways,” Coccinella scolded.

            “Oh, come on. Are you telling me you wouldn’t get weak in the knees having this big, brutish, muscular, unhinged man towering over you threatening to crush you like the little bug you are?” Siren’s Song Lady Beetle challenged.

            Court of Miracles Marinette bit her lip. “Ok, I can’t blame the girl. That’s basically my Kitten.”

            “Seriously? How can either of you justice having time for romance with your responsibilities, be it politics or a villain,” Coccinella challenged.

            “Why not? I mean, don’t you?” Lord Bug asked.

            “No! I have a whole team to keep in check as we battle a pair of bitches for who knows what they want. I don’t have time for any of that nonsense,” Coccinella shot back.

            “I don’t see why not. I mean, I’m with a few of my fellow heroes,” Lord Bug admitted.

            “Same,” Metal Bug added.

            “Well, love is sort of a thing with politics. I mean, I have to compete with other royalty for the hand of the Crown Empress. So, you know, right?” Adrien commented.

            “I agree with the Adrien. My Elders put me and Felix together to produce more Highborn heirs. That and I was going to be stuck with Felix regardless, so it’s just easier this way. I’m just lucky he knows how to make a girl feel special.”

            “Felix?” Lord Bug, Metal Bug, Bloody Bug, Of Virtue and Sin Marinette, and Juleka asked while Hope curled her lips in disgust.

            Court of Miracles Marinette nodded. She looked to the imitation Delphyne and reworked it to look like her Felix.

            Lord Bug’s jaw dropped. “That’s Felix?”

            “He looks so different,” Separate Worlds Lady Beetle whispered.

            “What’s with the scars?” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette asked.

            “Oh, that? That’s because of his father, Colt. Funny story. See, growing up, Colt was very rough on Felix as was necessary since the Black Cat is the enforcer for the Court. Whenever Felix dared to show any signs of weakness, Colt would inflict terrible sounds that would always scar. He started with Felix’s face before moving to the rest of his body,” Court of Miracles Marinette explained.

            “That’s… that’s fucked up. You’re saying he has scars all along his body?” Bloody Bug asked.

            “Oh, yes. Sometimes when the slimy snake, Sass, feels Felix steps out of line, he reopens all of Felix’s scars as punishment. It’s usually a messy thing with all the blood, and Felix always passing out from blood loss, but no biggy as they always heal again.”

            “Oh my. My Felix is nothing like that. He’s just a musical theater actor. That’s horrifying thinking this could have been him,” Separate Worlds Lady Beetle whispered.

            “I’m not with my Felix, but that’s awful. I know the Felix in my world is under his father’s thumb, but I don’t know to what degree,” Metal Bug added.

            “Then who are you with?” Court of Miracles Marinette asked.

            “Huh? Oh, uh, my Marinette, Kagami, and Adrien,” Metal Bug answered.

            Lord Bug gasped. “Me too. Well, replace Adrien with Luka because I’m Adrien.”

            “My, you dogs. Well, I suppose not. The Adrien and Luka I know are just as much whores,” Court of Miracles Marinette mocked.

            “Hey, what’s wrong with multiple partners, fatass? I may not have more than Pom Pom, but I’m open for more. And she’s got Juleka,” Bloody Bug snapped.

            Court of Miracles Marinette held up her hands. “Never said there was anything wrong with it. It just doesn’t surprise me of everyone, it would be versions of them. Nor does it surprise me that those two are fucking. Besides, I have my own eyes on someone else in my Court.”

            Juleka pursed her lips as Court of Miracles Marinette winked at her.

            “What about you, sweetie? You got any lovers? I imagine all the men and women throw themselves at a beauty like you,” Court of Miracles Marinette teased.

            “Uh, well, no. Not that it matters since Luka always gets in my way of getting close to anyone. Like I’m not safe already with her.”

            Of Virtue and Sin Marinette tensed up. “Her who?”

            “She’s… she’s no one. I mean, she is. She’s a warrior clad in crimson armor. A defender of the weak and sword for the defenseless. Blessed by the kwami god Longg, bearing the curse of destructive flames, she roams the land. We’ve given her the title, Crimson Death, for when she jumps in, no villain is left alive from her burning, crimson glory,” Juleka explained.

            “Sounds like a case of hero worship,” Absolution Ladybug commented.

            “Or a hero crush. Quite romantic,” Separate Worlds Lady Beetle cooed.

            “Sounds like a bad bitch. You should totally hit that,” Siren’s Song Lady Beetle added.

            Juleka blushed.

            Of Virtue and Sin Marinette tsked. “Enough! Leaved her alone. If we insist on this topic, why not someone else share? You, the pink bug with pig tails.”

            Hope bounced and nodded. She reshaped the creative energies back to Delphyne. She silently fangirled as she mimicked a dragon.

            “You like your dragon?” Carmine asked.

            Hope nodded and grinned.

            “That’s adorable. There’s something about dragons that are lovable, isn’t there?”

            Hope jumped and clapped.

            “Is yours a dragon?” Court of Miracles Marinette asked.

            “Please. That dragon would never speak with me. Besides, my heart was stolen by a sly little trickster,” Carmine admitted.

            “My, how scandalous. What about you, little man bug? Any special ladies in your life?” Court of Miracles asked.

            “Who? Me? Oh, no! I mean, not that I don’t know any ladies. Rather there’s, uh, well there’s a guy I might sorta kinda like. But that’s a whole different story. Uh, anyway, what about you, uh, you?” Scarlet Lord rambled.

            “Me? Simple. I’m engaged to my Luka. We dated in high school, kept up a long distance relationship, until recently when he asked me to marry him. Obviously I said yes because he’s the music of my soul,” Absolution Ladybug answered.

            “Aww! How romantic is that?” Lord Bug gushed.

            “Nauseatingly so. Can we talk about something else already?” Bloody Bug demanded.

            “Like what?” Court of Miracles Marinette asked.

            “Oh! How about how we became the ladybugs? Or just about ourselves in general?” Lord Bug suggested.

            “Excellent idea. I’ve been curious about the pigtailed pink bug,” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette commented.

            Hope gave a nervous smile. She morphed the imitation Delphyne into a sequence of memories. Everyone watched Hope, as Marinette, sat in the back seat of a car that was rammed by a speeding car. Everything was a blur as the fire started. The memory faded into Hope at the hospital, hooked up to every machine possible. That scene faded to the years Hope spent recovering until she got Trixx, and then Tikki.

            “Unbelievable. You must have survived by a miracle,” Bloody Bug breathed.

            Hope nodded.

            “And the accident took your ability to speak?” Of Virtue and Sin Marinette asked.

            Hope nodded.

            “What about Tom and Sabine? Are they… gone?”

            Hope nodded.

            Absolution Ladybug touched her hand to her heart before she stood and hugged Hope. Hope’s eyes widened as she returned the hug.

            “I know what it’s like to lose your parents before you were ready to. I didn’t lose mine like this, but they were still taken from me. But you still look like a teen. Who takes care of you? You’re not alone, are you?”

            Hope shook her head. She turned to the projection and shared a memory of Bridgette.

            “Who is that?” Absolution Ladybug asked.

            “Ugh, Bridgette,” Court of Miracles Marinette commented.

            “Who’s Bridgette?” Absolution Ladybug asked.

            “Marinette’s cousin. At least, she’s my Marinette’s cousin,” Lord Bug answered.

            Absolution Ladybug shot Court of Miracles Marinette a look, then squeezed Hope. “I’m glad you have someone to look after and love you. Always cherish them.”

            Hope gave a smile, then frowned and pointed to Absolution Ladybug sighed.

            Absolution Ladybug sighed. “My parents were murdered by my Papillon. She created a monster that butchered Tom and prepared to cook him into pastries and nearly killed Sabine. Sabine saved herself thanks to the ladybug, but still succumbed to her injuries.”

            Hope’s eyes widened while Separate Worlds Lady Beetle, Lord Bug, Metal Bug, Adrien, and Of Virtue and Sin Marinette all gasped.

            “It hurts, and I’ll make that bitch pay, but always make sure to cherish who you have. And cherish every moment for it could be your last.”

            Hope nodded and hugged Absolution Ladybug.

            “Well, this is aggressively uncomfortable. Why don’t we lighten the mood. You, next to Metal Bug, what’s your story?” Court of Miracles Marinette barked.

            “Me? Oh, uh, funny story. I found out my father was Papillon and had my feelings of betrayal and hatred amplified to the point that he akumatized me and turned me into a rampaging monster that nearly killed everyone, so-,” Lord Bug started.

       ��    Bloody Bug bristled. “Chat Blanc.”

            “Huh? Oh, yeah. H-how did you know?” Lord Bug asked.

            “Because it was a Chat Blanc that caused the initial destruction of my world. Because of him, another version of me made a reality-altering wish that made me the ladybug holder and fucked up everything,” Bloody Bug hissed.

            “Well, everyone is alive, right?”

            “Well, yeah, but that’s not the point. Everything has gone to hell with me as the ladybug. I’m fucked up, my brother was sexually assaulted, his life in shambles, and we’re dealing with a crazy ass peacock woman.”

            “Well, I mean, I’d rather all that if it means I don’t have to live with the knowledge that I nearly killed everyone, would have left them with life-altering injuries if not for a miracle serum, leveled the city, and would have… would have… anyway! Let’s move on! What about you?” Lord Bug desperately asked.

            Metal Bug raised a brow. “Uh, I made a deal with Tikki to be a songwriter, but it came with me being part of a game she was playing.”

            “Well, that sounds fun! Games are always fun,” Lord Bug commented.

            “Well, I wouldn’t-,” Metal Bug started.

            “What about you, other me?” Lord Bug asked.

            “Me? Oh, I was born blessed by Tikki and Plagg and am a Prince of my kingdom,” Adrien answered.

            “That sounds like me too. Though I’m no royalty, but a village girl. I was blessed by Tikki, kwami god of Creation, and Sass, kwami god of Life, with an inclination towards life over death. Luka got the death inclination,” Juleka remarked.

            “Huh, interesting. What about the tiny tight ass?” Court of Miracles Marinette mocked.

            Coccinella bristled. “Oh, fuck you. If you must know, I was approached by Tikki to handle the menace at hand. Nothing more, nothing less. Very much like the other blonde chick here.”

            “My, how boring,” Court of Miracles Marinette teased.

            “You know what, fuck this. I want out of here. I’m done.”

            A portal opened on the far side of the room. Coccinella flipped off Court of Miracles Marinette, then left.

            Lord Bug stood. “My, is it that time already? Well, I should… yeah.”

            Lord Bug ran through the portal after Coccinella. Juleka slipped around everyone and entered the portal. Of Virtue and Sin Marinette watched her leave before taking her own leave. Metal Bug sighed and left with Scarlet Lord right behind him.

            Absolution Ladybug gave Hope a hug. “Stay strong, little bug. We got this.”

            Hope smiled through her tears as she hugged Absolution Ladybug. Absolution Ladybug took Hope’s hand as they left through the portal together.

            Carmine snorted and strutted out with Bloody Bug behind her. Separate World Lady Beetle and Siren’s Song Lady Beetle considered before they stood and left after Carmine and Bloody Bug. Marinette and Adrien shared a look before they stood.

            “Well, this was fun. Don’t you think so?” Marinette asked.

            “I must admit, I didn’t hate it. It has left me a touch curious.”

            “Indeed. I hope to meet here again. Who knows what else we could meet in this room.”

            Adrien nodded before he followed Marinette out of the sitting room.

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[samparadise21]

„I love exotic flowers”

[marcusnilo]

O filme milagres do paraíso é um dos filmes mais lindos e emocionantes aos quais já assisti.

"Mergulhe em uma história inspiradora de fé e esperança com o filme Milagres do Paraíso. Baseado em eventos reais, o filme conta a história da família Beam, cuja filha, Annabel, é diagnosticada com uma doença digestiva incurável.

Enfrentando inúmeras dificuldades e desafios médicos, a família Beam luta para encontrar uma cura para Annabel. Desesperada, a mãe, Christy, busca a ajuda de especialistas e procura por soluções além da medicina convencional.

Em um momento de profunda agonia e incerteza, acontece um milagre que transforma a vida de todos. Annabel vive uma experiência próxima da morte, mas retorna com uma cura inexplicável e uma história de encontro divino.

Milagres do Paraíso é um filme que explora temas como a fé inabalável, a força do amor familiar e a busca por esperança em meio às adversidades. Com atuações cativantes e uma trama envolvente, o filme emociona e inspira, lembrando-nos de que milagres podem acontecer quando menos esperamos.

Prepare-se para embarcar em uma jornada emocionante e descobrir os verdadeiros Milagres do Paraíso."

[nugulover69]

Top 5 scenes that are basically gay sex but not really

That scene in Jetman where Gai and Ryu have a motorcycle race to determine if Gai has to join the team or not. they were basically cumming in each other

You didn't say toku scenes specifically so I'm gonna include the scene in Phantom of the Paradise where Swan has Winslow sign a contract in blood. deranged movie highly recommend

Any scene in Gaoranger where the male team members are get brutalized by the villains or the MOTW. i think sex as a concept is less perverted than what happens in Gaoranger

Otoya and Jiro fighting in that parking garage. I'm sure there's more intensely sexual scenes between then but I haven't finished Kiva yet sowwy

That part in the Olympics episode of Shinhwa Broadcast where Minwoo wrestles Andy to ground and forcibly kisses him. one clothes tear away from being actual sex really

[rabbitcruiser]

Paradise, NV (No. 1)

Miracle Mile Shops (formerly Desert Passage) is an enclosed shopping mall at the Planet Hollywood resort, located on the Las Vegas Strip in Paradise, Nevada. The mall is 475,000 sq ft (44,100 m2) and 1.2-mile (1.9 km) long. It is home to 170 tenants, including retailers, restaurants and live entertainment venues.

The mall was created by TrizecHahn and real estate developer Jack Sommer. It opened as Desert Passage on August 17, 2000, originally as part of the Aladdin resort. Desert Passage initially struggled, as did the Aladdin. The mall was sold in 2003, and renovations began in 2006, in connection with the Aladdin's rebranding as Planet Hollywood. The mall was renamed Miracle Mile Shops on May 1, 2007.

Source: Wikipedia

[queen-mabs-revenge]

ok but comrade sheen bringing leftover nye, too?? let's gooooooooo!!!!

David Tennant’s going to be bringing leftover Macbeth to Good Omens, we are so in for a treat my friends.

[celestiall0tus]

Stream is over and I present doodles!!

Top left to right:

@asthmaticwitch suggestion of Court of Miracles!Felix losing his shit while Marinette is just shrugging it off.

Anon for a Cicada

Bottom Left to Right:

@gamerknight7310 with Paradise!Emilie and Absolution!Nathalie in the pose of Lucifer and Alastor with Alastor telling Lucifer to fuck off

Anon with a Lady, which I added a little Cath Palug

[samparadise21]

„The sign of God’s love in my cup” ☕️

[violet-yimlat]

It just keeps getting worse!

Chapter two!

He’s refusing to wear shoes again!

The antithesis of the Heartless bitch-Mom friend dichotomy! (She’s both)

A terrible hat!

A monologue (?) about miracles!

References to Paradise Lost!

Btw, he gets stabbed again if that’s a problem.

Chapter two

“Okay, it turns out that Kabedon has both sexual and frustrated implications. The etymology of it is something like ‘wall bang’ ‘Kabe’ being wall, and ‘don’ being the onomatopoeia for slapping one. Interesting!”

Beelzebub didn’t look up from her bowl of noodles.

“It originally just meant slapping a wall in anger, but the trapping someone against a wall part comes from Shojo manga. Anyway, then Zephon was like ‘I’m simply restraining thou’ because you know how he is. Like, dude; it’s not the seventeenth century anymore. Anyway, then I was like ‘kinky!’ and I think that pissed him off ‘cause he kicked me between the legs but what pissed him off even more is that I don’t actually have balls, and I told him as such. And Ithuriel was actually surprised by that. Anyway, then we heard someone coming so I managed to escape before one of the higher-ups got there.”

Lucifer cracked a smile.

“Higher ups. Pun unintended but still funny.”

“No, not really.”

“Oh, and by the way, I lost the shoes. Again.”

Beelzebub groaned and banged her head on the table, her golden, crescent-moon horns scratching the woodwork.

“You have got to stop doing that. Someone is going to start connecting the dots eventually.”

“Who, though? An angel? I can deal with angels. Or a human?”

He laughed and wiggled his fingers.

“Scary stuff, Bee. Worse thing they can do is banish me or exorcise me or something.”

“They could torture you, imprison you or expose you. Then everyone would know who you are. You’d never be able to go back.”

Lucifer sighed.

“Yeah, I guess so. I bet the Lucifer exposé would miraculously go viral, too.”

Then his face brightened, before twisting into a conspiratorial smirk.

“Are you, Beelzebub, ‘remember that one time in the seventies’ Beelzebub, the same Bee-”

“Yes, yes. Get on with it.”

“Are you telling me not to wear shoes?”

She stabbed viciously at his right hand with an ornate metal chopstick. Lucifer flinched, dragon wings momentarily snapping open in pain and surprise.

“Bitch!”

He got a grip of the utensil and yanked it from the woodwork. He flexed his fingers, and held up his palm for inspection.

“Look! You went right through. And you made another hole in the table. I quite like this table.”

The bloody hole in his hand only remained there long enough to make a point, before closing up, leaving no trace.

She snatched the chopstick out of his hand, and wiped Lucifer’s blood off on the hem of her charcoal grey knee-length skirt, before continuing with her noodles.

“No. I was telling you not to leave shoes behind, dumbass. How hard is it to not take off your shoes?”

“But I can’t kick as hard with shoes on.”

“Steel toed boots.”

“But I’m wearing a suit. They don’t match the aesthetic.”

“Put metal in the dress shoes.”

“But that puts it at a weird angle. Like, imagine you were wearing little Christmas elf shoes with curly toes, but you could only kick with that part of the boot.”

“Then wear shoes that fit.”

“That would hardly be any less noticeable than the hooves. Like, ‘Hey look! A man with conspicuously tiny feet. That’s kinda sus.’”

“Get high heels. Or really high platforms. Make your outfit slightly more punk or feminine, and nobody will bat an eye.“

“Remind me to buy some eyeliner and fishnet gloves. Not married to the idea though. I just don’t like wearing shoes.”

Beelzebub rolled her eyes. Shoe themed arguments occurred about twice a month on average, but with one yesterday and another today, she felt the number getting increasing.

“Then cast the illusion of shoes. You already do it for the horns.”

Lucifer was silent for a few moments while he processed this one idea with the potential to change everything.

“You know, that had never occurred to me. Illusions of shoes. Illshoesions, if you will.”

“I won’t.”

“Understandable.”

Beelzebub finished her noodles.

She stood up, walked to the sink, put her bowl and chopsticks in the sink, walked back to the table, and sat down again.

The awkward silence remained. Lucifer had zoned out, so it was her job to break it.

“Have you seen Mammon’s new hat?”

Lucifer shot bolt upright in his chair.

“Shit!”

“What.”

“I forgot to tell Mammon that I was going to England!”

Mammon was Hell’s ambassador to England. He was also a prince, an architect, and, according to himself, a victim of human media.

“Lucifer. You’re you. You don’t need Mammon’s permission to go to England.”

“But I need your permission to not wear shoes?”Lucifer grumbled softly. And then at normal volume; “I should tell him about Ithuriel and Zephon though. Honestly, I don’t know how he hasn’t been noticed up there.” He shook his head. “He isn’t exactly inconspicuous.”

“I think he’s got diplomatic immunity or something.”

“From Heaven?”

“You make a good point.”

Lucifer stood up.

“I’m gonna go find him now.” He made as if to open the door and leave, but he paused. “What kind of hat?”

“Bowler. The one that makes you look a bit of a twit.”

He looked over his shoulder at the other demon.

“Oh dear. I’ll try to let him down gently.”

“No you won’t. You’re as blunt as a cannonball.”

Lucifer grinned.

“Remember when we invented cannons?” He said wistfully.

Beelzebub grinned back.

“That was a crazy night.”

And with that, Lucifer opened the door and went out in search of a terrible hat to insult.

***

Amelia Butler was an adult human person with a job. She had more teeth than eyes and limbs combined, and if you cut her, she would bleed, but as a surgeon, she was more often than not the one doing the cutting.

She believed in birds, was open to the possibility of aliens, sceptical of time-travel, and had always assumed that angels and demons didn’t exist.

In fact, she was offended by the possibility of angels. Every time someone who would have died didn’t, someone always had to call it “a miracle”, and she resented that. She had not been through six years of medical school for her patients to be saved by miracles.

And if they were miracles, they were human miracles. Performed by human hands covered in human blood on human bodies. Saving human lives.

And if there were no human miracles, then that meant that either she was a god, or there were no miracles at all.

I hate to pull this card but

Pulls out a deck of cards from various sources and draws the tarot card, The Tower.

Oops. Wrong card.

Draws the Cards Against Humanity card reading “A hummingbird drinking nectar out of my urethra”.

I do hate to pull that card too but it wasn’t what I was looking for- ah! Here it is!

Draws a card reading “If this post can get 5000 notes within the next week I will continue writing my terrible, stupid book”.

Preview under the cut.

Prologue

You might have heard the urban legend. It goes like this; someone is walking along a street. They’re always pretty much alone, perhaps with the exception of maybe a pet dog, a conveniently non-verbal companion, when they hear sounds of a pretty intense struggle in an alley. So they go to check it out, but nobody is ever there.

Although sometimes, there’s a little pool of blood or a few feathers.

Mostly this is dismissed as a hallucination, or birds fighting, but the amount of blood and the size of the feathers makes it hard to believe.

And the voices. Most people report hearing arguing. But wherever in the world the story takes place, nobody can understand the language spoken by the fighters. The reports are fairly consistent. The language is described as “mellifluous” and “ethereal”, and there are always multiple people speaking it. Or at least shouting in it, but it is generally agreed upon that they are angry.

But there is always another voice, speaking a different, but still incomprehensible, language. He, for in the stories it’s always a he, sounds defiant and cocky, speaking in a harsher, less musical tongue, unless, of course, you count black metal. Some especially astute listeners have picked up words and sentences used by the lone, defiant individual and the angry group, coming to the conclusion that they seem to be speaking different dialects of the same language.

And another thing; birds don’t generally use weapons. One witness said that they heard what sounded like a fencing match or duel before they turned the corner.

There are so many witnesses that they should probably make a discord server.

Now we come to the theories. We have the rational explanation as mentioned previously; birds.

We have the “Time travelling fight club” theory.

We have the “That one alien spaceship where they keep having to get out because that one alien speaking another dialect keeps picking fights and they always threaten to maroon him on Earth but they never do” theory.

There’s the “Mothman vs other Mothman” theory and the “Crazy global cult who’s leader travels from place to place to perform blood sacrifices” theory, and let’s not forget the “Magical mutant cock-fighting ring gone wrong” theory, but one theory stands above all the rest.

The most well known, and probably the most ridiculous, theory is the “Demon repeatedly getting jumped by angels” theory.

But it’s all just a conspiracy theory. An urban legend. A joke.

Until the day Amelia Butler found the devil bleeding out in an alley.

[frogayyyy]

the fact that we always knew this should've been the way their story ended. the ending where they die alone and separated feels so wrong because it goes against everything we know to be true about them

spock refusing to give up on jim in the tholian web, in the paradise syndrome

“you almost make me believe in luck. “why mr spock you almost make me believe in miracles”

“you? at his side, as if you've always been there and always will”

“together, forever. i hope someday, with someone, you'll find out what that is”

“spock, i wish you were here...”

“this simple feeling...”

“i have been and always shall be your friend”

“if spock has an eternal soul, then it's my responsibility... as surely as if it were my own”

“if i hadn't tried... the cost would've been my soul ”

“i've always known i'll die alone” “you were not alone”

spock going to collect jim's body, but refusing to believe he's really gone

“he will return.”

“You once said being a starship captain was my first, best destiny… if that’s true, then yours is to be by my side. If there’s any true logic to the universe… we’ll end up on that bridge again someday.”

t'hy'la

they were always meant to find each other. in every time in every universe in every story

[theastrophysicistnextdoor]

The Ineffable Detective Agency presents: Decoding 1941 Hell – The Hidden Morse Messages

The Good Omens team never fails to surprise us: In the Hell scenes set in 1941, there are subtle beeps in the background that many might have missed: morse code messages! 

We took the time to decode these messages from about 5 minutes of the show – some parts are easy to identify, some parts are really hard due to overlying sounds or noises. 

We used the 5.1 audio and selected only the channel with the morse signals. Check out an easy snippet – which line is it? :)

Then, we applied high- and low-pass filters to emphasize the code’s pitch around 1360 Hz. Some of us have pretty sharp ears, some of us worked with the frequency spectra to mark short and long signals as well as pauses in between. 

Here is what we have heard or seen, together with some facts and thoughts on the lines. Let us know what you think!

S2E4 06:19 to 08:23 “Have a miserable eternity”

Here are the pieces we have successfully decoded: 

HAVE A DREADFUL ETERNITY

We are wondering why this is different to the text via loudspeaker as well as Furfur’s “have a miserable eternity”...

TOMMY’S A LEGEND

Do we know a Tommy?

1) There's the Welsh magician/comedian Tommy Cooper (his magical act specialized in magic tricks that appeared to fail), who was the inspiration for the red fez in the magic shop. Cooper died live on television suffering a heart attack. :(

2) There's also the lead character Tommy in Brigadoon, the plot of which feels seriously GO-coded. There is a magic village hidden outside time that only appears in Scotland once every 100 years and is connected to the rest of the world with a bridge, outsiders who find "clues about the village and its people that make no sense", and a plot about unlikely lovers who are separated (because one "can't just leave everything in the real world behind"), and an ending that reunites the lovers against all odds because of the strength of their love ("I told ye, if you love someone deeply enough, anything is possible ... even miracles.")

PAUL’S OUR MIXING HERO

Could that be the Re-Recording Mixer PAUL McFADDEN?

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABAN

The phrase "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here" is a quote from Dante’s Inferno, Prelude to Hell, Canto III, Vestibule of Hell: Dante passes through the gate of Hell, which bears an inscription ending with the phrase "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate". So, the minisode is THE place where we get quotes from the two most famous literary accounts of Hell – with Furfur's quotation of Paradise Lost in the dressing room at the Windmill Theater: "In dubious battle on the Plains of Heaven". 

S2E4 09:16 to 10:09 “Processing the Nazis”

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION

S2E4 11:07 - 13:12: “The offer to return as Zombies”

These two minutes are very tricky: while in the first half it is ok-ish to identify the signals in the spectrum, the second half is overlaid by so much noise… – yes, we are calling the dialogues and sounds in hell noise now :D – that we chose a different approach. 

It looked as if the sequence starts from the beginning, so we compared both parts, and now we are quite sure that it is the same pattern. 

DO NOT LICK THE WALLS HEAVEN LOOKS DOWN ON YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE PATHETIC ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION DO NOT LICK THE WALLS HEAVEN LOOKS DOWN ON YOU BECAUSE YOU ARE PATHETIC ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO ENTER HERE CHEER UP IT’S ONLY ETERNAL DAMNATION DO NOT LICK THE WALLS HEAVEN LO …

So those are the sections we are pretty certain we have correct. However, there is one section we are still unsure on - maybe you can help?

Back to S2E4 06:19 to 08:23

We have been fighting hard with the first six seconds, before “HAVE A DREADFUL ETERNITY” and we think it is:

SHE’S IN MA PHONE

Who are we talking about now?

Do you have any other ideas of what this could be? If it is “She’s in ma phone”, what does that mean? Or is the S just noise and it starts with an H? Or even with a B – BE’S IN MA PHONE?

So, what are your thoughts on all of these messages? Why go to the effort of putting morse code here? Is it a fun easter egg, or something more? And why say “dreadful eternity” in morse when the quote used in the show is “miserable eternity”? We have so many questions!

Spoiler: There is more code hidden throughout the series.  Let us know what you see or hear!

-... .    -.- .. -. -..    - ---    . .- -.-. ….    --- - …. . .-. 

An amazing joint effort with @noneorother, @kimberleyjean, @thebluestgreen, and @embracing-the-ineffable at the @ineffable-detective-agency (with the incredible @maufungi, @somehow-a-human, @lookingatacupoftea, @komorezuki, @havemyheartaziraphale, and @dunkthebiscuit)

See more of our posts, plus a collection of Clues and metas from all over the fandom, here.

[livelaughlovesubs]

~ 09.10 - Michael ~

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

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

~ Wordcount: 6.2k ~

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

Kinktober list 2024

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nini!rant 2.0:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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