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"and never return until she calls me home"
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MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE
—PART FIVE
pairing: lucifer morningstar x fallen angel! fem! reader
fandom: hazbin hotel
genre: fluff
notes: gotta keep writing to feed the simps.
PART ONE | PART FOUR | PART SIX
Lucifer sat in his office chair, pen on one hand as he finally did the paperwork that he was procrastinating on for... A few months now, but anyways.
He was deep in thought, the fountain pen fluidly moving along with his hand as he signed the documents. Mind wandering, dissociating even.
He has a lot to think about considering that the next extermination is coming in a few days.
His eyes landed on his right hand, ring finger bare of any rings. He smiled proudly to himself, it took some work to actually remove his wedding ring and he finally did, his divorce doesn't hurt as much as it used to be. He has a lot to work on, his heart, his mind, and his actions.
He's happy that he stopped staying stuck in the past and now, he's ready to move forward. He has let go of Lilith, as the woman wanted. But he'll never forget [y/n], despite the distance and lack of communication, he still thinks of her as his best friend and he's glad she never stopped thinking of him too.
Lucifer sighs, a small smile on his face. Smiling at the thought of her. His hand once again moved gracefully along the paper, ink rolling off the tip of the pen as he signed his signature.
He misses [y/n], he longs to hug her so much.
Knock, knock.
He flinches at the sound of the front door being knocked, the sounds echoing off the castle walls. He lives alone after all, so the palace is deathly silent.
Lucifer groans, rolling his eyes.
It's probably another solicitor or another sinner wanting to have an audience with him.
Choosing to ignore it and continue with his work.
Knock, knock, knock.
There it is again, the annoying sound of someone knocking on his front door.
He exhaled, continuing his work.
They'll go away if I ignore them, just like always.
He mutters to himself, huffing in annoyance as he works.
[y/n] huffs to herself, crossing her arms around her chest. She's been knocking for a few minutes now and nobody answered.
I wonder if he's home?
She thought, standing outside the door. Hand running over the skirt of her light blue dress.
She waits for a few minutes, taking a deep breath. Trying to calm down her beating heart. Mentally practicing what she wants to say to him when she sees him.
Bringing her hand back up, forming into a tight knuckle. She knocked once more.
Knock, knock, knock.
It took so much patience for him not to break the fountain pen on his hand. Lucifer gently brought down the pen on to his table. Bringing both his hands towards his mouth and nose as he exhaled exasperatedly. Closing his eyes, eye twitching a little.
I stand corrected, this sinner is persistent.
Taking a deep breath, he finally stood up from his chair, grumbling as he left his office. Going down the stairs.
Finally arriving at the front door of his, fixing his clothes to look presentable to whoever is at the other side. Raising his guard up as he doesn't trust other sinners.
Finally opening the door, eyes closed in annoyance. “Yeah, yeah. Who's there...” his voice died down when he opened his eyes again to see a familiar angel standing on his doorway, [y/n] looking at him awkwardly, waving her hand at him shyly.
Did he go insane without realizing?
[y/n] is standing on his doorway wearing a cute light blue short dress that reaches beneath her knees, halo no longer on her head but he can tell she used it as an accessory based on the golden bracelet on her wrist. She looked as beautiful as the day he last saw her. Though, he had a tint of worry as he noticed the bandages on her arms and knees. What happened to her?
Is this a hallucination?
“[y/n]...?” he asked hesitantly, afraid that she'll disappear and afraid she's just a fragment of his imagination.
[y/n] smiled, heart beating loudly against her chest. Lucifer stood in front of her. The white suit with red accents really fits him, he's just as beautiful as she last saw him, more even.
He is really here.../She is really here...
Finally deciding to break the silence between them, [y/n] smiled at him, “It has been awhile, Lucifer.”
Her voice was enough to snap him from his thoughts and without thinking, he leaped into her arms and hugged her. Tears finally streaming down his pale cheeks. The action causing both of them to fall into the floor.
The warmth of his embrace around her was also enough for [y/n] to silently cry. She misses him so much, so many years spent without him made her incredibly so lonely.
Lucifer grips into her waist, burying his face at the crook of her neck as he sobbed.
Lucifer wonders if this was a dream at first but he was able to inhale the familiar perfume she always wore and it was enough to make him cry even more.
It felt like the universe finally listened to his pleas. He was just thinking that he misses her so much a few minutes ago and then suddenly she's in his door step.
“[y/n].... You're really here... Wait...” his eyes widened as he finally removed himself from her warm embrace, holding her arms gently.
“Why are you here...?” he asked softly, voice hoarse from crying. [Y/n] wiped her eyes with her hand but he stopped her as Lucifer summoned a clean handkerchief and gently wiped the tears off her cheeks.
[y/n] smiled weakly, “I fell.” she says with a small giggle. Lucifer deadpans, eyes blinking not simultaneously. He stood up and offered a hand to her to help her stand in which she gladly accepted.
“What do you mean you fell? When?” he asked worriedly, [y/n] smiled softly as she placed a hand over his cheek. Thumb running over the red circle on his cheek adoringly.
“I have a lot to tell you but I fell... A few days ago... Charlie found me and she treated me during it all.” [y/n] explained softly, his eyes widening. Why didn't Charlie tell him?
[y/n] can practically hear the question based on his facial expression, she smiles. “Don't get mad at Charlie, I asked her not to tell you...” she says, avoiding eye contact.
He frowns, leaning towards her so he cups her cheeks, his other hand on her chin. He tilts her head so she's finally looking at him.
“Why...? I... I could've helped you...” he asked, voice trembling. Guilty for not being there for her in her most time of need. [Y/n] gently removed his hands from her face, squeezing it assuringly.
“Because I don't want our reunion to be a sad one, I can't bear to see you so sad and I don't want you to see how bad my situation was...” she explained softly, her thumb rubbing circles in his hand. He can only imagine what happened to her based on her injuries. She's right, he might not function properly if he saw her so injured.
Lucifer sighs, shoulders dropping as he understands her explanation. But still, he wished he could've helped her more.
“But hey, I'm here now and there's a lot that we needed to catch up on. Don't you think?” [y/n] says with a giggle, a small smile on her face. Lucifer could feel his cheeks burning up as he looked at her beautiful smiling face.
Lucifer closes his eyes as a grin finally finds its way to his handsome face, “You're right, you got a lot of explanation to do.” he says, offering his hand to her in which she accepted. He pulls her inside the palace, finally closing the door behind them.
Currently, the two are in his room just catching up with one another. Lucifer's hands shined a golden glow over her arms, his angelic powers helping her heal. He listened intently as [y/n] explained what happened to her.
His heart thumped loudly against his chest as he listened how she defended hell and how she finally got under Sera's skin that led to her fall from grace.
“You really did that...?” he asked softly, his hand working gently with her arm as he unwrapped the bandages around her arm. Her arm finally healed after helping her. [Y/n] smiled softly and nodded, “I made a promise to help Charlie and Sera hid the yearly cleansing from the other angels. It was revealed during Charlie's meeting and I was mad.” [y/n] explained to him, his gentle eyes looking up at her as he healed her arm. “I said some things to her and got her mad and I was placed in a trial in which I ended up guilty.”
Lucifer frowns, softly placing down her hand onto her lap. “I wished I was there to help you.” he says softly to her and [y/n] smiled and patted his head.
“It's alright, what's done is done. What matters the most is that I'm here now...” she says, bringing her hand up to cup his cheeks.
“Yeah... But, I hope you know that I appreciate what you did for hell...” he says, nuzzling his face against the palm of her hand. Eyes half-lidded as he looked at her.
“I know and I'll do it again. I believe that the sinners deserve a second chance.” she says, her eyes landing on the many piles of rubber ducks in his room.
“On the sidenote, I see you haven't gotten over your love for ducks.” [y/n] giggles, his cheeks exploding into a bright shade of red as he felt a little embarrassed.
“I can't help it. They're just so cute.” he says with a small pout making [y/n] laugh softly.
“Don't be embarrassed about it, I'm just glad you haven't changed much.” she says smiling at him.
His eyes widened slightly and then he smiled, “I am glad that you haven't changed too.”
[y/n] smiles, turning her head to look around his room. Seeing the portraits of his family on the wall, they looked so happy. She's a little jealous.
“You and Lilith huh?” she teases him slightly, Lucifer flinches slightly and avoids her gaze. “Well... Used to, we've divorced each other seven years ago.” he says, finally looking at her.
[y/n]'s eyes widened, a frown on her face. She felt guilty bringing the topic up. “Oh... I didn't know, I'm sorry.” she says softly, her voice held a tone of regret. Lucifer smiled and shook his head, “Don't be, it was for the best.” he explained, “We just stopped loving each other, that's all.”
“How about we change the topic?” he suggested with a smile and [y/n] nodded, “Since you're here now... Do you plan to stay at the hotel or here with me?” he asked softly to her.
[y/n] blushes softly, the idea of being alone with Lucifer in a large palace seems so.... Intimate. Lucifer's cheeks also burned slightly as he realized what he just asked.
“Staying here with you? Won't I disturb you from your work?” she asked hesitantly, Lucifer shakes his head no.
“No, no, no... You would never be a disturbance to me [n/n]... I would be glad if you stayed here...” he spoke so softly, eyes pleading for her to accept.
[y/n] smiles, she can practically read him like a book. Despite being years apart, their connection never faded.
“Alright, since you looked like you're begging me to stay.” she giggled softly, looking at him with so much fondness.
Lucifer can only stare at her face, she's looking at him like he's the most beautiful being in the universe.
Don't look at me like that, I don't want to fall too fast.
Lucifer blushes slightly, clearing his throat. “I just miss you, that's all.” he says, avoiding her gaze making her chuckle, “I've missed you too.” she says softly.
“I am really happy to see you again, it's been so long.” he whispers, wrapping his arms around her. “I am so happy to be back in your arms...” she murmurs back to him. Lacing her hand with his with him squeezing her hand gently in return.
They have a lot of catching up to do, a lot of feelings to uncover.
END NOTES: the handholding before marriage finally happened lmfaoo 😭 also imma try not to make their relationship fast paced okay, awkward friends to lovers idk. This chapter feels shorter than usual, meh.
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Unholy Desire
Pairing: spawn!Astarion x female!Tav (the reader is Tav)
Warnings: 18+, religious kink, breeding kink, innuendo, dry humping, mutual pining, reclaiming sexuality through kink, they talk out their feelings
Word count: 2.7k
Summary: Takes place in Act 3, pre-Cazador. You've finally made it to Baldur's Gate. You take time to offer prayers to your God after coming upon a small church on the outskirts of the city. You and your lover have grown closer over these long weeks, healing past wounds within your hearts, minds, and souls. Your desire has grown to become... sinful. You have a choice to consider: your Oath, or your lover?
This is the third camping spot you and your team find on the outskirts of Baldur's Gate. Rotating spots every few days was probably the best course of action, lest the Flaming Fists come to chase you away in the middle of the night.
You find an old abandoned church during your inspection of these latest campgrounds. It has been a while since you had a proper spot to sit and pray. Lathander has been kind in your journey, thus far. You hadn't offered thanks nearly enough for shining light in the darkest depths of the Shadow-Cursed Lands. Despite the challenges you faced, you and your companions arrived safely to Baldur's Gate. You kneel down behind a bench within the church and fold your hands in prayer. You hang your head and close your eyes. The sun begins to warm your skin as it shines through a crack in the church ceiling. A smile tugs at the corner of your mouth; Lathander is receptive to your prayer offering.
You don't recall how long you remain in that position, praying to the Morninglord. When your eyes lift up, you notice that night has fallen. You see a faint glow in the distance, surely that of the campfire. Faint bits of conversation travel along the night air. The conversation sounds jovial; it's probably fine for you to stay here a bit longer.
Astarion stands in the doorway to the small church, eyes fixated on you as you kneel once again in prayer. He'd come searching for you after your companions failed to reveal your whereabouts. He scoffs softly upon entering the abandoned structure. He thanks the tadpole nestled in his skull for affording him the luxury of waltzing straight into a church. Were this a few months ago, he surely would have burst into cinders upon the first step.
You hear a small 'crunch' off to your left; your head shoots up and your eyes settle on Astarion, who is frozen in place. You will your features to soften at the realization it was only your partner, your lover, who came to check on you. "Are you certain you're a rogue?" you speak to him through the darkness.
Moonlight pours through the ceiling and bathes his face as he comes closer to you, now within full view. He looks ethereal in the pale light. The moonlight reflects off his silver hair in a halo. His eyes glint like newly-polished ruby gemstones, his skin glows like the finest cut ivory. You find it challenging at times to believe he is your mate on this journey. Difficult to accept that the two of you had shared a bed on multiple occasions. The thought makes your mouth dry and your head swim. You shake your head slightly, clearing your mind of such perverse thoughts.
"My dear," he begins, his signature posh tone dripping from each word, "if you've truly forgotten just how deft I am with my hands..." Astarion sits next to your knelt form. He drops a hand to cup your chin, gently tilting your face up to meet his, "...then perhaps you need reminding."
You swallow thickly as he holds your face, and watch his eyes begin to hood. A smile graces his lips and he releases your chin. He scans the church briefly, snickering. "What in the hells are you even doing here? It's rather... drab, darling."
You stand up and brush yourself off. You proceed to then sit next to him on the bench. "I'm praying, Astarion." You take a deep breath in and meet his eyes. "Lathander has been most kind on our journey. I haven't given him nearly enough of my thanks."
Astarion audibly scoffs. "Ugh, I can clearly see that. But why, is my question."
"We made it safely to Baldur's Gate," you explain. "That's more than enough to be thankful for."
Astarion suddenly stands up and over you. A scowl graces his visage, "And you didn't think to tell me you'd be here?" He places one hand upon his hip. "No one had any idea where you'd gone!" His face falls and he averts his gaze to the side. "I was... concerned that you were still out in the city."
You chuckle. Astarion has a softer side to him that sometimes slips out of his otherwise gruff facade. It makes your heart sing with delight each time you see it.
"I'm Baldurian, my love. Remember? I know the city streets quite well." You reach out to hold the hand at his side, and his palm wraps around yours. "I also happen to be a Paladin."
You follow his eyes as they fall upon the floor. The grip on your hand tightens. "And it's not exactly a daily occurrence to have a blood-thirsty vampiric master hunting you." He sighs, soft eyes regaining their focus on you, "Please, darling, just give me some warning next time."
Ah, he's worried you may have been snatched by Cazador. You stand to meet him and wrap your arms around his neck. "My apologies, Astarion. It was not my intention to make you worry." You bury your face in his neck and breathe in. Bergamot, rosemary, and brandy; his signature scent. You feel your body slowly mold against his as the smell floods your olfactory receptors. There have been many nights you've fallen asleep dreaming of this scent. It was oddly comforting to you. It makes you feel safe and secure.
Astarion rests his hands upon your hips and leans his cheek against your temple. You stand together in the small ruined church, holding one another, bathed in moonlight from the cracked ceiling above. "Do you have any idea how much you mean to me," a low rumble escapes his chest as he speaks. His hands begin to snake up your back, his palms resting on your shoulder blades, "Any clue what I think about when I'm alone in my tent at night?"
You slide a hand up into his hair, twirling the locks between your fingers. You litter featherlight kisses along his jawline, and he tilts his head back to give you better access. The hand in his hair tightens, holding him in place. A soft groan escapes his lips as you lick a stripe up the center of his neck. "I don't think you've ever told me," you say.
He shivers within your touch. You watch his eyes flit to the back of his head as you suckle at the scars upon his neck, "Hells, Tav, I've told you so many times..." his voice comes as a soft whisper into the night air. Astarion's hands slide down your back and to your waist, gripping your hips.
"Remind me," you insist as you watch a purple mark bloom on his neck. His hips stutter into yours, and you feel the hardening length of him ever so lightly brush across your mound. You tilt his head to gain access to the opposite side of his neck, and your mouth descends once more.
Another moan escapes his lips and he lowers his face to your ear. "I..." You feel his hands sink lower, coming to rest on your backside, "I think of you below me." Astarion’s breath is cool yet heavy in your ear as his hips begin to meet yours in a soft rhythm, "Or, bent over, with my cock splaying your darling little cunt."
Your hands drop to his biceps as a shutter passes over you. Your hips involuntarily grind against his, pleasured groans slipping free from both of your lips at the joint friction. His hands grip your ass and he holds you against him. You feel the outline of him press against your sex; your walls clench around the thought of him buried to the hilt inside you.
You lean back in his hold and he dips his face to your neck, nose tracing the outline of your pulse point. You shiver as Astarion begins placing chilled kisses against your carotid artery, and you once again lace your hands through his hair.
"I think about your greedy pussy milking my cock for as much of my spend as it can…" Astarion takes a hand off your behind and guides it to your clothed mound, pressing his fingers slightly upward as he swipes across the general vicinity of your clit, "...until you’re positively overflowing, and my seed weeps down your folds into a pool under us." You buck into his palm at the pressure of his fingers. Your hips grind down instinctively against his hand, and you mewl into his neck.
"Please," you beg, "what else do you think about?" Your voice is airy and ragged. You notice the door of the church is open, meaning anyone could see your current state, were they to come over. You feel a sensual twist in your abdomen, and your hands begin untying Astarion's trousers. You need this man stripped and bare before you, getting caught be damned.
His hands come to rest upon your own. "Oh dear, whatever could I have possibly said to put you in such a state?" he feigns coyness as he takes over for you, undoing the knots to his pants. “Are you certain you can handle knowing more?” You raise your head to meet his gaze and nod, slowly. Your eyes are hooded over in lust and you feel a warm blush begin to creep across your face.
Astarion raises a hand to cup the side of your face in his palm. His lips come to grace the shell of your ear, nipping at it softly with his blunted front teeth. The hand on your cheek begins to slide down to your throat and his fingers wrap around the column of your neck. His grip tightens into light pressure against your throat. “Do you truly want to hear…” his tongue traces the curve of your ear down to the lobe, “how I bring myself to completion…” his teeth tug at your earlobe, “...at the thought of you, swollen, with the ultimate consequence of our couplings?” His voice is a whisper in your ear, and you feel your knees threatening to buckle. You groan and extend your neck, a silent offering to the hand on your throat to hold tighter.
He guides one of your hands between the apex of his thighs and cups his swollen length in your palm. Even clothed, you could feel how hard he is. It sends electric shooting down your spine, resonating as a throb of your sex. He sucks in a breath at the pressure of your hand. A broken moan escapes his lips and he speaks into your ear again, “Have you any idea how terribly my body yearns to breed you?”
Your head swims, slowly losing all connection to this material plane of existence. To carry the child of an undead would be blasphemy; you would lose your Oath and fall out of favor with Lathander. Yet… you breathe heavily at the thought of being pumped so full of cum that your womb no longer has room for it. Your pussy throbs at the thought of falling pregnant from such a situation. You feel wetness gathering at the center of your thighs.
“Wouldn't that be the epitome of a holy offering to your God of life?” Astarion moves to press his forehead against yours, and kisses the tip of your nose.
��He's…” you try to rasp out a reply, but your voice fails you. Your face is burning and your thoughts are a muddled mess.
“He's what, dear?” You can hear the amusement in Astarion's voice, knowing he has gotten you to the point where your mind can no longer form coherent thoughts.
“He's… also the God of birth,” you force out. You feel his cock twitch against your palm as the words leave your lips. A shiver passes through you at the thought of giving birth to an undead child, Astarion's undead child. Would it even be possible?
“My, my…” You manage to open your eyes and catch the devious smirk gracing his lips, “how entirely sinful that would be. Your holy womb, thoroughly disgraced by the planting of my seed.” Astarion's lips form into a pout, his voice taking on a soft mocking tone, “I wonder if your God would forsake you for such a thing?”
You often forget Astarion is an undead; he played the part of the living so well, would easily blend into any crowd. Yet, during times like these, he relished in his unholy attributes. He'd long teased you about your devotion to Lathander, went on long monologues about how the Gods were graceless and inevitably forsook everyone. He'd told you how he prayed to every God he knew of during the year he was sealed in a tomb by Cazador. None had answered him. He was bitter, you knew this. And yet… he was also enamored by your devotion. Jealous, even, that your attention was divided between him, and a God.
Your arms come to rest upon his shoulders once more, and you move your head slightly back from his. Your eyes find one another; you hadn't noticed before, but your chosen conversation is having an impact on him, as well. Astarion's pupils are blown wide, the reds of his irises becoming thin rings. “...Could we even do that?” you question, “Could we actually… could I… Now?”
A chuckle escapes his chest. The corner of his tips turns upward into a smile. “Now probably isn't the best time, my sweet. Unless you'd like an audience.” He nods his head in the direction of your companions sitting around the campfire.
Suddenly, your periphery vision returns to you. You recall you're in the small abandoned church within camp, with your companions mere feet away from you. You'd almost begged Astarion to take you within earshot of your companions… in a church, after having just finished your prayers. A scowl graces your lips at the thought.
“Oh, don't be so sour,” Astarion says, tucking strands of hair behind your ear, “We can always try to make this a reality later tonight?”
“Astarion, is it even possible for you to sire a child?” You watch his lips purse into a flat line with your questioning, obviously offended, “I mean, with your… condition.”
Silence stretches long between you. You watch his gaze fall to the laces of his trousers and he begins to retie the knots. The silence is uncomfortable, and you begin to fear you'd said the wrong thing. Yet, you genuinely did not know. Could it happen? You'd not taken precautions during your past encounters. Could it have possibly… already happened? You shift uneasily and remove your arms from his neck.
“...I read a book while out with Gale one afternoon,” he finally says, grasping your wrists before your arms return to your sides. His fingers weave between your own, joining your hands. “He'd been raving about visiting ‘Sorcerous Sundries’ again. Something about an old, dusty tome of some sort,” he scoffs. “I haven't a damned clue what he was talking about.”
Your eyes widen. “You went out shopping, willingly, with Gale?”
“I know,” he sighs, “rather unbecoming of me. Though, I often have reasons for my madness.” He raises one of your joined hands to his lips, kissing the back of your hand, “One being… us. And what our future could be.”
“Astarion…” It dawns on you: he took the afternoon with Gale to research this very topic. To find out if this could ever be a reality for you both.
He unlaces one of your joined hands and brings his palm up to hold the side of your face. “As it turns out, so long as you keep me well-fed, that of which you already do…” a genuine smile graces his lips, “this could very much be a thing between us.”
You smile and raise your hand to cover the one on your cheek, turning your face into his palm. You kiss the inside of his palm, “I think it's best we return to everyone else, lest we get tempted again to start.”
“Of course, dear. I would have to agree,” Astarion turns toward the doorway of the abandoned church, holding out a hand toward you. “Our chosen company of weirdos may turn up with pitchforks should I not return with you in tow rather soon.”
You place your hand in his and follow his lead toward the doorway. “Another night, then?” you suggest.
“No, my sweet,” he says, kissing the back of your hand once more, “tonight would make a lovely opportunity to start.”
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#5 from the prompt list with JJ?
"i can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that."
warnings 18+, unprotected sex, breeding kink (mwahaha), creampie, language
prompt list (requests closed) / jj masterlist
"Please, baby. Fuck me raw."
JJ looks into your imploring doe eyes, feeling your hands run up his bare chest. You hook one of your fingers into his signature shark tooth necklace, tugging his face closer to yours. You leave a savoury kiss on his lips, lingering for a few moments before pulling back to stare into his intense gaze once more.
"Baby..."
He admires your frame beneath his. Your hair is fanned out like a halo around your head, reminding him that he regards you as his angel. Your gorgeous tits are on full display, accompanied by the many love bites he'd left behind. You're completely spread out for him and dripping at the thought of him inside you in his purely bare state.
"I don't want anything separating us. Imagine how good it's gonna feel when you're inside of me, J."
And suddenly, that's all JJ needs to hear to be fully convinced, because how can he ever deny your wishes when you look the way you do? When you make his brain short-circuit the way you do? The truth is, he can't.
Not now, not ever.
The minute he slips inside you, he's a goner. The gasp that tumbles past your swollen lips as he pushes his way in is like music to his ears. Your cunt takes him all the way, swallowing him and encasing him in a wet heat that is far past what he considers to be euphoric. He buries himself to the hilt, already fighting to stave off his high.
He begins to move slowly, stuffing you full with each deep dig of his hips. He slips and slides easily as he starts to fuck you fervently, the remnants of his sound mind withering away the more he indulges in your warmth.
"We're never fucking with a condom again," he grits out as he goes harder, "not when I finally know how perfect you feel without it."
"Yes. Fuck yes," you gasp in delight. You can feel all of him deliciously, without a single barrier between you. Every inch, every thick vein. Every twitch and flutter as he lets go of his restraint bit by bit. You can see the lust in his eyes spreading like wildfire when he looks at you, and eventually, that same fire bleeds into his actions. His hands push down on your thighs, opening you wider for him. He pummels his cock deeper into you, reaching as far as he can with each thrust.
"God, you're so fucking wet. That how bad you crave my cock inside you, pretty girl? You want me to fuck you raw that badly?"
JJ taunts you with his words and his eyes, and the sparks flying inside you go berserk. "That needy that you'd take your chances? Even if I fucked my baby into you?"
You let out a wail, and your pussy convulses around his length as you come close to falling over the edge. You circle your legs around his waist and sling your arms behind his neck, holding onto him tightly.
"Please," you cry, "Please, J. Gonna cum."
"Me too, baby. Fuck, gotta pull out," he grunts.
You squeeze him tightly and pull him impossibly closer. Honestly, you're being selfish. You know you need to let go of him, but you can't say that any fibre of your being even wants to. All you want is JJ, your JJ, stuck to you. Or, stuck in you, rather.
"I can't pull out when you wrap your legs around me like that."
"I don't care. Cum inside me," you plead. Your hand runs through his hair after you pull his face closer to yours. "Be a good boy and give me all your cum, J. Stuff me full."
JJ's cock jerks inside you, the switch inside of him coming alive and falling to your mercy. He lets out a loud groan, mumbling a few curse words as he cums inside you. He triggers your own orgasm, and you all but scream as the pleasure takes over your body.
"We're gonna need a fucking Plan B."
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Velvette stared at the trash bin, eyebrows raised. A discarded exterminator uniform, coated in gold. The blood of angels? Cringing a little, she pulled the uniform out.
A halo.
Well now this is interesting.
The halo had no marks, beyond the the blood that had dropped onto it from the uniform. The gold blood on the uniform was mostly on the back, and one of the gloves. Some red sinner blood was splashed on the skirt, but not much.
Now, why was there the uniform and halo of an angel, but no angel in sight? The cannibals hadn’t made their way here yet.
Velvette shoved the uniform back into the trash, but kept the halo. She peered down the alley, and found a trail of golden blood. Again, no body.
Angels could be hurt. Maybe even killed. But where was the angel in question?
Idly spinning the halo around her finger, Velvette thought.
A discarded uniform, blood down the back by the cutout for the wings, and a discarded halo.
Maybe this mystery angel had something in common with the missing king.
Velvette smirked. An angel wouldn’t last long in Hell.
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Her new employee was… interesting.
Vaggie, some kind of… moth? Moth demon, was desperate for work. Velvette had found the girl out in a bar, like with many of her stars. The girl had started like most of her employees, a few videoes, with some of the better preforming employees. The girl was quickly rising in popularity, and it likely had to do with how human she looked. Sinners were predictable sometimes.
Vaggie never bled. Velvette would have the others stars get rough with her, but no matter what they did, she didn’t bleed. It wasn’t… the most unusual thing, but it was noteworthy. Perhaps she just had tough skin, or maybe…
Vaggie carried an angelic spear. It was never far from her person. Having an angelic weapon wasn’t always the hardest, considering many of the exterminators just discarded them. It wasn’t bought in Hell, not only was Vaggie broke, but it also didn’t have the signature mark of the arms dealer overlord.
Vaggie had long scars down her back, that required large amounts of makeup to cover up. The girl refused to be seen on camera with them, and usually only let Velvette and the makeup artists see them. What the scars were from, however…
Velvette had a theory building. The halo hidden in her office, the discarded uniform, and Vaggie…
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“Vaggie.”
Things had gotten rough in the studio today, Velvette had hit Vaggie in frustration. It was a little early for this. The girl had fled into her dressing room, covering up the bruise, but Velvette doubted it was just because she didn’t want to be seen with it.
The door cracked open.
“What?”
“Oh, a little aggressive, don’t you think, doll?” Velvette smirked, and pushed in.
“V-Velvette!”
“Let me get a look at you.”
Velvette grabbed Vaggie’s chin and took a look at the scar.
Bruises usually went purple, yellow, black, and blue.
But this bruise…
It almost appeared to be glowing.
Velvette smirked.
“V-Vel… it- it’s not…”
“Do you want to know what I found in the last extermination?” Velvette asked. Vaggie went quiet. “It’s was the most peculiar thing. There was an exterminator uniform, discarded in the trash. But an angel was nowhere to be found.”
Velvette smirked at the horrified look on Vaggie’s face, which went paler when Velvette pulled out the halo.
“Now, what would the sinners here do if they realized that an angel, an exterminator no less, walks among them?” Velvette asked. Vaggie was quiet. “They might riot… after all, every exterminatior has killed THOUSANDS…”
Vaggie looked terrified. Bracing herself against her vanity, staring at Velvette.
Velvette smirked. “I won’t tell anyone. However… to keep a secret of this magnitude would come with a… cost…”
“P-please! I’ll do anything!” Vaggie stammered out.
Velvette grinned.
“Well then…”
Can an angel make a deal for their soul? The exterminatiors are supposedly hellborn, so…
My thought was that Velvette and Vaggie’s deal isn’t for Vaggie’s soul. Oh, that’s what they say. But the deal was, Velvette won’t tell anyone that Vaggie is an angel, and Vaggie will allow Velvette to do anything to her in the studio. If Vaggie leaves permanently, Velvette can easily end the deal. A perpetual threat.
FRIGGIN PERFECT-
The brainworms,,,,they wriggle
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M4A1, G36, AK-12, UMP45, and SPAS-12 reacting to their S/O attempting to sneak up on them using experimental cloaking technology to give them a flower and kiss while they’re talking with the Commander (who is trying their absolute hardest to not give S/O away.)
(I think the cloak looks a lot like Halo’s Active Camouflage, with a faint distortion around the user’s outline.)
Whether they succeed or not is up to you.
(GFL) M4A1, G36, AK-12, UMP45, and SPAS-12's S/O trying to surprise kiss them
(That one deep AI voice from Crysis) "CLOAK ENGAGED."
M4 immediately notices something moving inside the room with her.
Her eyes lock onto...nothing?
No, the air itself seemed to be shimmering with some kind of energy, making M4 immediately adopt a combat stance.
Whatever it was, it was going to be crush-
(S/O's Voice) "M-M4! IT'S ME! S/O!"
(M4A1) "...What?!"
Suddenly, S/O blinked into reality, revealing themselves as they extended their arms in surrender.
(S/O) "S-Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you like that!"
(M4A1) "What on earth are you doing?!"
They walked up to her and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
(S/O) "That!"
M4 crossed her arms, looking very unamused.
G36's sharp gaze notices something not visible was in the room with her.
With one fluid motion she immediately grabs a nearby pistol and is about to open fire before realizing who it was.
(G36) "...S/O, that is not funny to attempt. Especially on a military base."
S/O turned off their invisibility and sheepishly smiled once G36 lowered her weapon.
(S/O) "I-I thought I'd surprise you...!"
(G36) "Please surprise me in a way that will not result in you getting shot."
(S/O) "...Can I at least kiss you like I was planning to?"
(G36) "No."
12 doesn't seem to notice S/O as they're slowly approaching her side.
Until all of a sudden she turns around, eyes open and staring right at S/O.
While they're stunned, she quickly gives them a kiss on their lips before her pink irises are hidden once again, 12's signature smile coming back out.
(AK-12) "Not quite there yet, S/O, but good effort~."
Her eyes may be closed, but her electronic warfare systems are top of the line. She knew S/O was there the entire time, but she wanted to indulge them.
It's time for another T-DOLL FUN FACT!
TDFF 7: UMP45 is better at hacking and Electronic Warfare than AK-12.
45 can't help but smirk, seeing the air waves slightly change around her.
(UMP45) "Gonna need a bit better tech for me to not notice that, S/O."
(S/O) "Oh come on!"
S/O quickly appeared in front of her pouting.
(S/O) "It's no fair that I can't sneak up on you!"
UMP45 cheekily gives them a kiss on the cheek, flicking their forehead.
(UMP45) "Sounds like that's not my problem.~"
(SPAS-12) "GAH!"
Spas immediately moves to punch the potential attacker, only for her first to collide surprisingly into the air, making her drop her meal.
All she knew was that something was moving in her motion trackers toward her. It then was quickly revealed who it was.
(S/O) "...O-OW..."
S/O laid sprawled out on the floor, rubbing their face.
(SPAS-12) "S/O?! What the heck are you doing being invisible like that?!"
She quickly rushes to help them, the attempt at a kiss resulting in a near kiss with death, considering that a combat android had just socked S/O in the face.
#girls' frontline imagines#girls' frontline headcanons#girls' frontline x reader#m4a1 x reader#g36 x reader#ak 12 x reader#ump45 x reader#spas 12 x reader#m4a1 gfl#g36 gfl#ak 12 gfl#ump45 gfl#spas 12 gfl
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Love Language
“Are you okay? You’ve been staring at that scroll for hours.”
Peril watched as Clay heaved an enormously dramatic sigh and flopped his head on the desk. It hit with a rattling thunk.
“I knoooow,” he moaned, his usually adorable face scrunched in misery. “I’ve been trying to write this letter to Umber for hours but it’s really super hard.”
Carefully, always carefully, Peril approached the desk. The light from her firescales joined with the small halos of orange that flickered from the candles that lined the desk. Beneath Clay’s head was a piece of parchment half filled with his signature left-leaning scrawl. She glowered at it. “Want me to burn it for you? Would that make you feel better?”
The smile that fell across his face was like a summer wind under her wings. “That’s very…sweet, Peril, but I don’t think that’s going to solve my problem.” He lifted his head, his sweet brown eyes flitting across the page sadly. “I just… never really got good at spelling and stuff. I want to get better, but every time I try to write to someone or help a student with their work, I end up getting all confused and mix my letters up.”
Peril leaned over his shoulder, eyeing the evil paper that dared to hurt Clay in any way. The written text had several sections that had been marked out and re-written. At the bottom of the page was a word – at least she guessed it was the same word – rewritten in multiple ways and scratched out every time.
“What’s…gongeous?”
Clay put a talon over his face. “I’m trying to spell gorgeous. I’ve been sitting here forever trying to spell it.”
“Oh!” Peril said brightly, titling her head to the side. “G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. Gorgeous!”
Clay looked at her wonderingly, like she had just shown him a portal to an endless field of cows. “Peril…yes! Thank you! That’s exactly it!” Quickly he began scribbling down the letters. He smiled down at the parchment, a weight lifted from his wings, and then he looked back at her in a way that stole the breath right out of her chest. “You’re so smart. I wish you could help me write all my letters.”
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In Turtle’s opinion, a SeaWing was the perfect dragon for a midnight snack stealth mission to the kitchen. First of all, he could see in the dark so no worrying about slamming into walls or stumbling down the wrong tunnel. Secondly… uh… he didn’t actually have a second point down yet.
The list was still a work in progress, after all.
As he approached the entrance to the library, he noticed that the solid darkness eased into something more shadowy and flickering. Light filtered out of the library entrance and fell over the stone cave in warm puddles of soft orange. Alarmed, Turtle realized someone must have left a candle burning in the library.
Being the self-preserving and heroic dragon he was, Turtle immediately hurried into the library to save the school.
He did not find a candle. What he found instead was a hundred times more dangerous.
Peril was sitting in the library, holding some thin granite slates in her burning talons. Turtle recognized them as the slates Starflight had made so that he could read by touch. Luckily they also doubled as fire-proof reading material.
Peril was studying the text so intensely that Turtle had to clear his throat several times before she looked up.
“Go away. I’m busy,” she said.
“Okay but…what are you doing?” Turtle asked.
“I’m reading the dictionary,” she stated mater-of-factly, “and memorizing the spelling for each word.”
Turtle considered this. He considered it for several minutes, turning it around in his head so many times it made him dizzy. Finally he asked the only question you can ask in this sort of situation. “But…why?”
Peril looked up from her reading, her eyes dreamy and unfocused. “In case… someone needs to know how to spell a word. Then I can always be ready.”
Turtle decided not to point out that there were easier ways to check one’s spelling that didn’t include memorizing the dictionary. But, it was late and he was hungry.
“Well… have fun with that. I’m off to find some leftover croissants.”
“Bring me back some, would you?” Peril asked, and Turtle stifled a groan. He and his stomach had really been hoping to finish off whatever was left.
But then he turned back and saw Peril, his best friend in the whole world, sitting on her own in a dark room.
He sighed to himself and, being the heroic dragon he was, promised to be right back.
#TUMBLR EXCLUSIVE for now#Uhh I wrote this in a trance at 10:30 pm and its kind of valentines themed ig#romance love#BUT ALSO platonic okay folks#anyway lets see if people read fanfics on tumblr#wof#wingsoffire#wings of fire#Clay wof#Peril wof#Turtle wof#my writing
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The Start Of A Series Of Posts Of Me Rambling About The Plot Of The Fragile Since This Album Is So Good Holy Fuck Oh My God Trent Reznor Please Marry Me.
TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR MENTIONS OF: SUICIDE, DRUG USE, SELF-HARM AND OTHER DARK TOPICS.
The Fragile Is Nine Inch Nails' fourth main studio release, being also reffered to as Halo 14, it was released in September 21, 1999.
It features the sounds of Industrial Beats, Heavy Rock and even some Ambiental, The Album is a spirital successor to their last studio release "The Downward Spiral" from 1994, one of the things it shares with The Downward Spiral is the fact it's a concept album with a story.
So time for me to make a post on here and ramble about my interpretation of TF's Story and also why I like this album so fucking much...
So yeah uhh... For Context this doesn't consider TF as a sequel to TDS, not a literal one, but rather a spiritual sequel, they share themes and stuff but they have seperate antagonists and stuff, also the NIN wiki is gonna be a main source for this thing.
Oh also I reccomend that you listen to both The Downward Spiral and The Fragile, oh also maybe watch an explanation thing for the TDS songs, as I will reference the events of TDS from time to time.
Somewhat Damaged
SD is a song that uses a single motif throughout it's entire duration, a simple four note guitar riff, with the first half of the song written in a 9/4 (or a repeating 3/4) time signature.
The Motif starts as a acoustic guitar, and as the song goes on the motif is played by distorted guitars.
The song's lyrics are from the perspective of our first character, our protagonist, who shall go unnamed, much like everyone in this story, the title is an understatement, this guy's not somewhat damaged, he's way more.
The first stanza of the song, gives us an idea of how he is doing "So impressed with all you do... Tried so hard to be like you... Flew too high and burnt the wing... Lost my faith in everything" he seems to be talking to someone he wanted to be like, I interpret this song is about drug use, more especifically Heroin, it made our protagonist turn into a more self-destructive version of himself (similar to Mr. Self Destruct from TDS) before the events of the album our protagonist went through a downward spiral, though it isn't THE Downward Spiral the protagonist from TDS goes through, as our protagonist is still alive. (The TDS protagonist shoots himself in the end)
Our protagonist is at rock bottom, that's evident as the song goes on.
Also the lines "Tried so hard to be like you" and "Flew too high and burnt the wing" will be referenced in later songs.
The second Stanza starts "Lick around divine debris, Taste the wealth of hate in me, Shedding skin, succumb defeat... This machine is obsolete" our protagonist is angry at everything, he feels defeated, I presume the "machine" mentioned in these lyrics are a representation of our protagonist.
Pre-Chorus time: "Made the choice to go away! Drink the fountain of decay, Tear a hole, exquisite red! Fuck the rest and stab it dead!" the protagonist wants to step away from using drugs, he wants to improve himself.
"Drank the fountain of decay" referencing the protag using drugs for the first time.
"Tear a whole, exquisite red! Fuck the rest and stab it dead!" references shooting up, which is injecting a substance, often drugs such as meth or heroin, with a hypodermic needle, the needle tears a whole into the skin.
SD's Chorus starts with "BROKEN, BRUISED, FORGOTTEN, SORE! TOO FUCKED UP TO CARE ANYMORE!!" pretty obvious, our protagonist doesn't care about the fact he's using drugs, he doesn't care about how he's killing himself by using drugs.
"POISONED TO MY ROTTEN CORE!! TOO FUCKED UP TO CARE ANYMORE!!!" he compares himself to a rotten apple, since he's been corrupted by drug use.
these lines are repeated a second time.
"In the back, Off the side, And far away... Is a place where I hide, where I stay" keep in mind this "place" this place is mentioned again a few times throughout the songs of the album.
outro starts "Tried to say, tried to ask, I needed to all alone by myself, where were you?" drugs at first kinda made him feel better at first but it slowly worsened his life in the long run.
"How could I ever think, it's funny how everything that swore it wouldn't change is different now, Just like you would always say, we'll make it through... THEN MY HEAD, FELL APART AND WHERE WERE YOU?!?" to me this is him trying to blame the drugs for his self destructive behavior, maybe he tried to give up earlier but he couldn't do it.
"HOW COULD I EVER THINK IT'S FUNNY HOW? EVERYTHING YOU SWORE WOULD NEVER CHANGE IS DIFFERENT NOW?!?! LIKE YOU SAID 'YOU AND ME, WE'LL MAKE IT THROUGH' DIDN'T QUITE, FELL APART, WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU!?!?!?!" The protagonist is calling himself a fool for using drugs, and becoming addicted to them, he feels betrayed, this might imply he nearly overdosed and died due to drug use.
The songs ends with a cresendoing synth based on Trent Reznor's voice, as it slowly fades into the next song with a slow, menacing drone...
but uhh since this post took at least half an hour to write I'll think I'll make every song into separate posts, so I'll have to make 25 different posts for each song, I hope I can get the next rambling by tomorrow.
#nine inch nails#somewhat damaged#lyrical analysis#sorta#rambling#I love this fucking album omg#The Fragile#tw drugs
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a visual analysis of saezuru c50
prefacing this with: I didn’t end up going to art school but I have done a lot of drawing, so these are just my personal notes and thoughts on yoneda’s visual language
I’m not sure if people will actually enjoy this kind of thing, or if it’s redundant… let me know either way!
I really enjoyed the saezuru notes @eidolon-azii writes, and Ive been wanting to throw out some ideas about the art bit. This is incredibly late but I hope someone will love these things with me
I… actually wanted to review chapter 52, but I got sidetracked and I guess this will be focused on chapter 50 instead!
Yoneda uses many types of shading, along with lines, to create mood. Usually, she uses light, clean lines with white and black, and a wash of shading, which is consistent with normal lighting, as seem above.
This changes a bit when we get to moodier or more emotional scenes.
Right after yashiro grabbed doumeki , we see a glow around doumeki, basically chiseling him out from the dark background. The halo of light serves as a focal point, drawing your eye to doumeki’s expression. His expression could be considered placid, and many characters from nanahara to kamiya have noted that he is hard to read. Bringing focus to this expression was a really great way to push the intrigue. We, from yashiro’s pov, are brought to wonder what doumeki is thinking about. Is he upset? Does he feel like he’s being pushed away again? What does he want to do now? Personally, I feel that the (faint) rough pencil shading brings the panel from a doumeki fashion shoot (which… he’s fucking gorgeous here, hello) to a really raw moment. It’s details like this that really control the mood.
We also see a tone shift when they go to “doumeki’s woman”’s club. Rather than shading consistent with the rest of the club or environment, we get liberal use of shading, with crescents of light left to indicate volume. In this context, it seems to convey a quiet sort of turmoil. You see that yashiro’s shading is often darker than his environment warrants… which is something that I’m really enjoying. The framing of yashiro in the center of the stairs with harsh shading is a lovely severe touch to set the dark mood he’s in while he’s probably grappling with jealousy
Something I think we all need to commend sensei for is her incredible, sensuous shading. From her early doujin days, her shading has come leaps and become truly masterful— you can see the effort she has taken to study volume, and to convey the softness and suppleness of flesh. I can’t find this amazing panel of misumi’s old man abs, but somehow they looked to me to be amazingly soft… the slight slackness of collagen loss from the aging process on top of muscle. This sort of feeling is one of the hardest things to convey visually, and I really admire her touch… IF ANYONE KNOWS WHERE THIS PANEL IS PLEASE TELL ME I’ve been crying over being loss of misumi’s old man abs for a while now!!!
Here are two panels from chapter 50 where there is also sensuous shading. In these two frames, there is a great use of highlights and shading to create volume. I love the way the doumeki’s hands and yashiro’s legs seem so real and full— you can imagine the plushness of the leg and the firmness of the hands as the light hits it. The gradient in the shading brings a softness to the otherwise sharply defined volume, making it dramatic but sensuous, which I would say is a signature for sensei is work in saezuru.
Note: sensei also occasionally does fully soft panels where the shading and the gradient are both done gently, but they are rare— likely because saezuru is not a soft story and cannot or should not be conveyed in that way
Another thing I really enjoy seeing yoneda use are what I will be calling “moments of impact”. These are composed of totally flat panels of high contrast colors: black, white, or flat shade. She uses clean, crisp lines, and the strength of the contrast is so great that the impact gives you a tiny pause. This is a moment that she wants you to see. She doesn’t use this style often, so when she does, I feel the need to pay attention. Below, both of these panels are cropped in a way such that you only see one singular action. Starkly, we see below a moment of rejection and a moment of protection.
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I can’t really think of anything else for this chapter, but I hope you enjoyed these panels and my thoughts on them! Stay winning (or crying, because I am tired and I really just want them to get together yesterday, for my peace of mind)
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Taste the Victory: How Peloton Can Use Sensory Branding to Fuel Member Engagement
Have you ever been to an Equinox? How does it make you feel? What do you remember about your experience—do you remember the workout you had or the eucalyptus-scented towels and Kiehl's products in the changing rooms?
The best products I can think of (i.e., Equinox, Apple, Coke, old-growth wines, etc.) are just as much about the sensory experience as they are about the product itself. If I consider great, low-friction products to be table stakes to become a successful company these days, then creating sensory experiences along with those products is how to differentiate the good from the great companies.
Now if you know me then you know that I have had my fair share of sports injuries over the years and that has led me down the path of low-impact, “retiree-style” workouts to stay active. One of my favorite workouts these days is riding on a Peloton. Below I have brainstormed three ideas that Peloton could take to enhance its brand and drive stronger membership growth, engagement, and/or retention.
Post-ride snacks: one of my favorite things about Peloton is the fact that I know that I will be completely gassed at the end of my workout and I know exactly how long my ride will take. If I only have 45min to work out, I know that I can do a 5min warmup ride, 30min HIIT workout, 5min cooldown ride, and be off the bike in exactly 45min. However, I’m always starving when I finish my rides and I don’t always have enough time to make a healthy meal before I need to shower and get on with my day.
What if Peloton partnered with healthy merchants and food delivery apps such as UberEats or Doordash to have healthy snacks or meals delivered right to your door at the end of your workouts. The company could start with a limited number of options to (e.g., smoothies & acai bowls), but this could lay the groundwork for cognitive associations between the workout class and that delicious smoothie that is delivered to your door at the end of the workout. Peloton could even gamify the process by allowing members to earn credits towards their favorite snacks based on rides completed.
2. Workout fan/filter: every time I ride a Peloton I look like I just got out of the swimming pool. One of the challenging things about indoor cycling is that it never gives you the sensory feel of riding outside with the wind in your hair.
Peloton has (essentially) mastered the audio/video elements of workout classes, but the classes are still only three-dimensional. I believe there’s an opportunity to add a fourth dimension to the bikes by adding a Dyson-style fan and air purifier to the bike. This fourth dimension will help cool down riders, give them the sensory experience of riding outdoors, and could even be enhanced with an optional Peloton signature scent. This could be something similar to the eucalyptus-scented towels in Equinox gyms. This scent could be released from the fan after the rides and be a calming fragrance that riders could learn to associate with Peloton.
3. AR Experience: I don’t believe we are there yet, but once AR headsets gain traction Peloton could tap into the immersive experience. Imagine wearing Meta/RayBan glasses and being able to see your friend next to you riding in a Peloton class. I think VR headsets are likely too immersive to wear during a workout class (would likely result in people falling off their bikes or feeling nauseous but AR seems like a much more feasible entry point.
Overall, similar to how sensory-inducing wine labels impacted not just taste but also consumption, a more sensory riding experience on Peloton bikes could create a “halo-effect” to revive the sputtering performance of the company post-pandemic.
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Thoughts on the Critical Role Oracle of the Moon deck
This is a commentary on the deck as a physical item, particularly geared toward anyone who is wondering about the cards as a deck as a physical item and may be considering using it as an actual oracle deck and are concerned about its physicality.
The cards themselves are of a good size for oracle cards (about 4.7" H x 2.7" W) and have what seems to be the same soft touch matte finish as the book. As I'm not well-versed in art materials, I'm not quite sure how this type of finish would interact with materials while trying to illustrate the blank cards.
The cardstock is great for an oracle deck. If one is familiar with The Fountain tarot, I'd say they're similar. It's firm enough to retain its shape and resist folding but flexible enough for a bit of a riffle shuffle, though not really for a bridge. (Maybe one can bridge it after some wear and use, not sure). At twenty cards, the deck isn't really large enough for an overhand shuffle, but that's expected. I haven't personally found the cards to stick to one another nor are they too slippery. They fan well and easily. The cardstock seems to be sturdy, and I don't feel as if there's any risk of splitting or separating the faces from the stock. I feel as if it'll stand up to wear and regular use. I can't definitely say that as I only received mine today, but that's how I feel.
The color of the print is much closer to the colors seen in the photos modeled by Taliesin and Laura than it is the bolder studio white images. If you're a fan of especially Caemiel Lilium's (@caemidraws) work, you'll be pleased since the toned tan base is a signature of hers. The print retains some lovely color details, such as a subtle halo on Jester for "Joy" and faint detailwork on Caduceus' sleeve.
Also, this is visible in the shop listing images, but I do want to point out: the backs have an sort of galaxy nebula or weathering-type print on the back (just as on the box and booklet cover). It's not a solid color. I think this is a lovely detail given the deck's "lore" as a previously used deck, but some may mistake this for a printing error or that the card / booklet / box is dirty. That's how it's meant to be.
The box is designed well with considerations for regular use. It has little cutouts on the sides of the lid to make opening easier, which I like very much. Like many oracle and tarot deck boxes, this one also has a ribbon in the card bed to help lift the cards out of the box. The cards also fit perfectly into the bed. Perfect height, none of the cards easily slide over the top to be loose into the rest of the box under the booklet.
The booklet is minimal in the way of guidance on interpretations. If you've played around with the Instagram filter, you've seen some of them already. (I have a post listing those right here). The given suggestions (and titles given to each card) are evocative enough in their brevity to work with the deck as an oracle deck, if such is your intention, but if you're someone who likes significant and at-length meanings for a card to perform your readings, you will find it too brief. I will note, the font used for Jester's commentary can be difficult to read and feels somewhat small. As noted in the listing, there are two of booklets; as far as I can tell, they're identical outside of a misprinted copyright notice inside the box that is corrected in the printing outside the box. You can actually snugly fit both booklets into the box, if you wanted to keep both.
Overall, in my opinion, a very lovely and well-made deck, especially in the cards and the box, and I'm very pleased both as a fan and someone who sometimes uses oracle and tarot decks.
The deck's listing in the US Critical Role shop is here.
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pre-canon Halo line-of-inheritance theory
This theory is a little out there, but just hear me out.
I don’t think Shannon was the next-in-line before she became the Halo-Bearer.
Most of this is stemming from the dialogue during Lilith and Mary’s fight on the docks in 1x05.
Lilith: We used to be friends. You're the one who taught me how to shoot, remember?
Mary: And you know when we stopped being friends? When Shannon got the Halo, and you didn't. You changed that day.
Mary says, “When Shannon got the Halo”, not ‘When Shannon was chosen as next-in-line” or even “When Shannon was chosen to wield the Halo”. It was as if Shannon receiving the Halo was an unexpected event. It implies that it was the expectation that Lilith would get the Halo, so Shannon getting it was a surprise for everyone.
From what the show tells us, the Halo is supposed to be passed from the Halo-Bearer to the next-in-line, probably including some specialized training to “pass on what you’ve learned” (and perhaps even an “heir and a spare” situation considering the life expectancy of Sister Warriors). The show timeline is pretty crappy, considering they don’t provide much to tell us the passage of time and only give vague references to when things happened in the past. Suzanne was the Halo-bearer “a few years ago”, Shannon was the Warrior Nun for an indeterminate amount of time (but presumably not a very long time), and Ava has had the Halo for the 2 month duration of the show. Based on the Warrior Nun journal there could be at least 1-3 Warrior Nuns between Suzanne and Shannon (unless Suzanne never put her name in the journal, or used a different name when she signed it) (also this is based on my ability to read the cursive signatures in a blurry screenshot, so…).
Anyways, what I’m getting at here is that I think in pre-canon, Lilith could have been the next-in-line to Shannon’s predecessor with Shannon being “the spare”, and something happened to prevent Lilith from becoming the next Halo-bearer after they died, leaving Shannon to become the next Warrior Nun (we know that they have to do the transfer of the Halo relatively quickly as leaving it exposed attracts demons, so perhaps Lilith had been injured on a previous assignment and was not on the mission that lead to Shannon getting the Halo?).
#warrior nun#save warrior nun#headcanons and theories#warrior nun headcanons#sister lilith#sister shannon#halo shenanigans#the halo#shannon masters#lilith villaumbrosia#an heir and a spare
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The Hobbit (1977) Review
Since there has been no new Middle Earth media since the Hobbit movie trilogy I thought it was a good time to revisit this classic from the late 70's. Since the books cannot be improved upon, and the movies were done in the exact right way at the exact right time...there's no need for there to be any new movies or tv shows based out of Tolkiens middle earth. Thankfully this indisputable fact is acknowedged by everyone and no future Tolkien projects are even in the works. This as a fan is something to be thankful for because any Tolkien work produced today would be absolutely cancerous and the kind of thing that nobody should or would want to watch. And so it is into the past fans must look for a good time in middle earth.
I've read the Hobbit three times in my life, normally I only ever read a book once, maybe twice if I really liked it so to have read a book 3 times means I not only consider it to be a very good book…I consider it to be one of the best books ever written, a book that's near perfect. A book that was as enjoyable as a child as it was as a full grown adult. I've also played the hobbit video game a couple times, and of course watched the Hobbit movies a few times as well. This 1970's cartoon version of the story however I have never seen before now. Partly the reason I avoided it was because the interpretation seemed different than both what I had seen from Peter Jackson which I loved and from what I myself imagined from the books themselves. Particularly I did not care for the character designs at all. Bilbo in particular looks like a giant frog that just somehow has white skin instead of green. Elrond was the weirdest with a weird sparkly halo that surrounded his face, and Gollum was a weird homunculus fish creature, Smaug looked more like a cat wolf hybrid than a dragon. The wood elves looked like goblins on stilts and had a weird accent that was part Indian, part Russian and part French. Even the spiders look like crosses between spiders, rabbits and bats. The characters faces look somehow both creepy and severe while also being cartoonish and silly. It's a bizarre merger between a fantastic art style and horrible design choices. However character designs aside the rest of the art looks terrific and I love it. The backgrounds look phenomenal and everything looks painstakingly drawn with great care and detail.
The sound quality isn't great and at times it can be hard to hear what the voice actors are saying, the voice acting is also not very good. It's almost more like it's an audiobook being read to you with visuals than it is a movie. It comes across like it could be just one guy sitting there with the book in his lap doing all the voices himself, the way a teacher or a parent would read a book to children. Smaug for example sounds like a bored old man waking up from a nap. The background music however is very good and suits the story and the art. The foreground music and original songs I don't care for though. Although I do finally get the reference from the Lemmywinks episode of South park though. I half expected Biblo to have to answer the catatafish riddles. It just doesn't work for me as a musical.
The pacing is also a little strange, you've barely been introduced to any of the characters and already ten minutes into the story and they are up to the part of the book where they run into the trolls. Which also look kind of stupid. Actually now that I look the art somewhat reminds me of a studio Ghibli anime, it looks like it had to have been animated in Japan at least. It's also got the signature classic cartoon style of the Rankin and Bass Christmas specials. It's like a combination of studio Ghibli anime and Rankin Bass holiday cartoon special. I'm not sure if I expect Totoro to show up or if I expected it to be animated with stop motion puppets.
The movie doesn't spend much time on major parts of the story, things are glossed over probably for time and animation costs. Major plot points are treated like slight diversions and some are resolved in minutes. At the approximate 45 minute mark they are dealing with the spiders, which leaves only about 30 minutes for the encounter with the wood elves, the stay in lake town, the journey into the mountain, the encounter with smaug, the death of Smaug, the battle of the five armies and the conclusion and journey home. That's a lot to stuff into 30 minutes. It's like the opposite of the problem with the Hobbit movie trilogy which stretched things out too much.
One other weird thing was the song placement, at one point there were lyrics about the trolls debating how to kill the dwarves but it was played during their escape from the goblins with the Eagles much later on in the story.
All in all I think this is a weird vestige from the stories past, something interesting if not anachronistic to watch once if you've never seen it before or as a way to introduce kids to the story. However I don't think it's good enough to be considered a definitive version of the story. I didn't hate it, it was okay and I can see myself liking it if I had watched it as a kid.
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You know, there are some days when I wish I was in school believe it or not. Today was certainly one of them. Look, I like pizza as much as the next Tuun, but an entire planet made of it is enough to make someone lactose intolerant or perhaps develop celiac like my dad. Pizzaloron V had giant aluminum volcanoes that spit up sauce and cheesy mozzarella mountains that left grease on your hands after you touched them. It's a good thing Pizza Teddy didn't come with us, he'd want to bathe in the stuff!
Everyone started eating immediately upon arrival including myself. I really liked the rich tomato sauce that flowed down the river and washed up on the crusty shores, but when I went to try one of the mushrooms, it sprouted eyeballs and legs and croaked like a frog as it hobbled away. I wouldn't have been more shocked if you told me my halo had suddenly turned into a triangle.
Besides the mushrooms and some of the pepperonis, there weren't really any lifeforms on Pizzaloron, that was until we got a glimpse of a set of strings floating nearby on a wooden x. When we observed a little closer, we discovered a chef marionette who brandished a giant pizza slicer, the Great Brazzino.
He was sleeping upon our arrival and would have given us a tour had he not dozed off and his voice sounded like a toadstool stomping Italian plumber from Earth. I asked him why he was the only one on the planet and then he told us his sad backstory. Hundreds of years ago, Brazzino lived happily with his maker, a magical marionette maker named Pettogee who was also quite fond of cooking. One afternoon, Pettogee created a new dish, something like the universe had never seen before. He didn't know what to call it but he loved it so much, he had the entire planet covered in this new creation with a little help from the magical fairy that gave life to Brazzino. Pettogee and the fairy fell in love soon after and left the planet, leaving Brazzino behind. Some say, Pettogee and the fairy made their way to Earth, bringing their flatbread creation with them. When the Earth settlers at the time asked him what it was called, Pettogee called it "pizza" in honor of the planet from which it was created on.
We all felt bad for Brazzino, but the creepy wooden dude wanted us to stay on Pizzaloron with him and eat pizza for the rest of time. Could you imagine what we'd all look like if he ate pizza forever?! Zappy got nauseous just thinking about it. Brazzino didn't have to worry about it considering he was made of wood!
When we told him we were on vacation and that we had plenty of other planets in the universe to explore with their own signature foods, he got ticked off and entangled us all in his strings. He said that if we didn't stay and eat pizza with him, he would cut our heads off and use them as pizza toppings! I said I wouldn't taste very good since my mother said I was spoiled. He didn't care, he chased us all over the place, past an array of anchovy bushes, pineapple pillars and ricotta boulders. I tried to turned his head into a coffee table, but only chipped his nose ever so slightly. Inside a stromboli cave, he cornered us. Then, with one swoop of his slicer, he cut all our heads off and baked them into his pizza. THE END!
Nah, that didn't happen. Siobhan gave him a peace offering, some of her chewing gum that levitates you off the ground when you blow a bubble. Having tasted nothing but pizza all his life, he was astonished by the taste of the gum. I would dare say, he was obsessed. He entered a trance like state and floated so high off the ground, we thought he would get cooked by the sun.
Lesson for the day. There's nothing wrong with pizza once in a while but eating it every day of your life, you might end up like Brazzino, a stuff crusted obsessed mozzarella maniac with a heart as cold as the pepperoni he worships. Hopefully, there's no planet in the universe made of tacos with a sombrero wearing marionette!
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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: {Vince Camuto Signature} Naomi Navy Leather Wedges.
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“Xisuma, can you sign this, uh, form for me, please? It needs an admin signature. No need to read it or anything, it’s nothing really. Stupid.” Zed stood as casually as he could, passing over a slip of paper to Xisuma, who put on his reading glasses. “No!” Zed said in a panic. “I mean, no, it’s just, please just sign it. Reading is for losers, am I right? Haha.”
Xisuma looked up at Zed, then back down at the paper, and then up at Zed again. He took off his reading glasses.
“Zedaph, why am I holding a field trip permission form?” Xisuma sounded just so tired.
“I- well, I mean- please sign the form.” Zed tapped his hooves nervously on the floor.
“What on earth kind of trip requires a permission form to go?” Xisuma put his glasses back on.
“It’s for a science experiment!” Zed said. “It’s in another land though, so that’s why I need an admin! Please??? Please X??” Zed begged.
Xisuma reread the paper and let out a long sigh. “Fine, as long as there is a chaperone there.”
“Yes, there is! The best one around! Oh, thank you X! You won’t regret this!” Zed pranced around Xisuma’s office joyfully as Xisuma signed the paper.
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“Hello BadBoy of the Halo variety!” Zed was in his best lab coat, wool nicely arranged, even with a packed lunch from Beef, standing in a little spawn area.
“Zedaph! Welcome!” A super scary demon with a super big smile stood in front of him. “We are thrilled to finally have you! Here. Have you here.”
“Well, Mr. Halo, my curiosity knows no bounds, and the idea of a huge red egg is something I’ve never encountered before! I am delighted to help you experiment on it.”
“Ah yes, experiment…” Bad said, laughing. “Well, Zed, follow me please, and I’ll take you to The Egg.”
Bad lead Zed down a wooden plank path, which was highly worn. The buildings around, too, seemed worn. Old, falling down, unused, colors fading. It was quiet here, too. Zed wondered what civilization had once been here. Bad indicated for Zed to leap down a hole, and they ended up in a spider spawner farm room. There was a cat person hacking down some spiders- he turned and watched the two walk out of sight. Down a janky mismatched hall, and then Bad turned to the left, where there were a bunch of planks hastily nailed up.
Bad looked at the boards for a second, quiet. “They keep doing this for me.” He took out an axe and chopped them all away, revealing a grand staircase down further into the earth. “Let’s go, Zedaph! Much to do!”
Bad walked briskly down the staircase, but Zed took his time. He wasn’t much of a builder, all things considered, but the brickwork here was… weird. He knew it was nether brick. But it felt… wrong. The color of congealed blood and almost less solid then normal. The whole staircase was meant, clearly, to look grand. But it felt empty. But alive. Like there should be something in it.
“Zed? You coming?” Bad’s voice echoed up to him, almost a little muffled. Zed shook off the shivers he felt and trotted down to where Bad was standing. “Ah good. Thought you got cold feet at the last minute. Wouldn’t want that.” Bad said with a smile that did not reach his eyes. “Shall we?”
“Oh, yes, I am so excited!” Zed rubbed his hands together and took a clipboard out of his bag. He stepped forward into the room and audibly gasped. Zed lived in a world of incredible, but incredible is infinite, and this was beyond anything he’d ever seen. The room was bathed in red, like it was some kind of living cavity and they’d just drained the blood. Red vines hung from the ceiling, and pockets of lava dotted the floor. And there were tendrils, enormous and dominating the floor, walls, and creeping onto the ceiling.
And then there was the egg itself. Bad had described it vaguely over the phone as a red egg that was alive. And seeing it now, Bad hasn’t been to far off the mark. It sat in a corner, the epicenter of it all. And there was this deep ache of sentience all around. The air moved like something was breathing, but it was a weird sensation, like the air was taken out of Zed’s lungs when it took a breath. And it was dead silent, minus pops of lava and the footsteps of Bad and Zed.
“Oh wow.” Zed leaned down to study a vine. “This is insane! And it’s just been here, waiting for someone to find it?”
“Come closer to the egg, Zedaph. There’s a lot more to… study over here.” Zed looked up at Bad and he swore he looked paler then before.
“Bad, are you okay? You seem pale. I know this seems scary but we must investigate for science!” Zed asked as he picked his way to the egg.
“What? Oh, I’m fine.” Bad coughed, and some color returned to his body. Not all of it, but some. “Now, we are standing next to The Egg. It’s it amazing?”
“Fascinating!” Zed whispered, leaning in until his nose was almost against the egg.
“Do you hear it?” Bad’s voice seemed a little lower then before, and almost too gleeful.
“Hear what?” Zed said distractedly, jotting down a few notes.
“The egg.”
Zed looked up in surprise. “Is the egg talking to you?”
“Yes! And what about you, Zedaph? Do you hear it calling to you?” Bad leaned towards Zed, a look of urgency now on his face.
“No, but that’s so interesting! It is alive, or is speaking somehow! Fascinating! I can already think of so many tests we can do!” Zed was writing frantically.
Bad sighed. “Okay, let me ask you this. Zedaph, how do you feel about The Egg?”
“Excited!” Zed was indeed shaking with excitement. “I can not wait to study this thing! We could change the world with our discoveries!”
“So you like the egg?” Bad sounded excited too.
“I suppose so! I mean, it’s just some egg, so liking it is a relative term, but I like that it’s a weird thing to investigate!”
“So you’ll join the Eggpire, then?”
Zed looked up from his notes. “The what? Eggpire? Is that some kind of scientific group?” He gave Bad a concerned look. “You okay, my guy? You look…” Zed trailed off, not quite sure how to say “terribly happy and sad at the same time” without sounding rude. That, and the tears rolling down his face were surprisingly red. Maybe it was just the light.
“Yes, the Eggpire is just a big group of people who like studying The Egg.” Bad nodded.
“Excellent.” Zed looked at the egg again, full of thoughts, too many to even make an egg pun.
“And, just to be clear, you feel good about The Egg? You don’t hate it?”
Zed frowned and looked at Bad again. “Bad, it’s just an egg. There is no good or bad here. It’s just science. It doesn’t have like, eldritch powers or something.”
Bad gave Zed a long, searching look. “Yeah… of course, you’re right…”
“Frankly, I think we should make an omelette out of this when we’re done experimenting on it! It kind of gives me the heebie-jeebies, to be honest with you.”
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