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apomaro-mellow · 25 days

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Every Baby Needs a Daddy 16

Part 15

The next day, Steve was probably the clingiest he'd ever been. He thought his heat had ended but the new pack bonds brought on a new crest of lust. For the first time since he had arrived, he ate breakfast with everyone in the kitchen. After the meal, Steve made himself comfortable in Eddie's lap.

Eddie and Jeff were talking about concepts for the next album. Gareth was nursing his coffee, still waking up. Grant got up to refill his own mug and Steve's eyes followed him like a hawk. Eddie was pretty attuned to Steve's wants and needs. And when he felt Steve's fingers brush against his lips while staring at the unaware beta across the room, he had a pretty good idea of what his baby wanted.

"Remember sweetness, you gotta use your words. The boys don't know all your tells yet."

Steve whimpered and whined at first, but not longer after he was purring as Grant ate him out on the counter.

Soon enough though, it was time for Corroded Coffin to return to the public eye. And almost just as quickly, the fans with a keen eye noticed a certain omega showing up much more. Not just on Eddie's arm but the rest of the band's as well.

The more it was seen, the more permanent Steve's position appeared. It was February when the competing hashtags #ccomega and #notouromega showed up. Of course, the overwhelming majority of the fans were in the camp of 'neither one is gonna fuck you, so stop wasting your time arguing about it'.

Eddie was reading through a couple of argument threads, snickering to himself when Steve stepped out of the dressing room.

"What about this one?"

The outfit consisted of tight leather pants, a blazer, and a mesh shirt under that. Eddie's hands fell to the magnetic force that was Steve's nipples and started playing with them through the shirt. He let that be his answer and the online comment wars were forgotten for a moment. The new outfit was for an award show the band was attending and throughout the whole thing, Steve ignored his own reserved seat and stayed planted in Eddie's lap.

Given that it was an award show, many eyes were on it, even those not typically concerned with celebrity gossip. When it started spreading to such a degree, even THEY couldn't ignore it. Helen Harrington should have known something was up the moment Irene got that nasty look in her eyes, taking a sip of her champagne flute before speaking.

"Of course, we can't all have such famous children. Steve has been in so many magazines these days. I think the last one actually caught him with his pants down", Irene laughed haughtily.

Helen's face was tight with control. "You're such a charmer Irene. Not most people would admit to reading such tabloid trash."

It was reaching their circle of colleagues, which meant something must be done about their son. She and her husband Richard discussed as much. Steve couldn't be allowed to drag their name through the mud like this anymore.

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Steve had basically taken up residence in the band's house. He slept in Eddie's room, which was now functionally his as well. Every morning he woke up with their scents mingled and it made his omega purr with satisfaction. He liked whenever the rest of his pack's scents lingered on his body too. Every time he went out, people knew who he belonged to, even without a bite.

But the thought of getting a mating bite did intrigue him.

He wasn't sure how to bring it up though. They'd already taken a major step in their relationship. Asking to be mated forever seemed like asking too much too soon. But relaxing in the living room, warming his alpha's cock with his mouth while daytime television played on sounded perfect.

And everyday with Steve was perfect in Eddie's opinion. Valentine's Day needed to be more perfect. He had a hunch why Steve was spending February 13th with Jeff and Gareth. It didn't make him any less crabby about it though and unfortunately Grant was left to deal with his crabby ass. He was even crabbier when he realized Steve had awakened much earlier the next day and that Eddie wouldn't be seeing him until evening.

CC had a radio interview and Steve was off doing who knew what. Eddie had half a mind to send him relentless thirst texts but instead just made sure he remembered they had reservations at a private restaurant. Eddie sent a car to get Steve and by 8 they had both arrived. Eddie was practically drooling at the silk shirt Steve was wearing.

And the thrill of later events got to him as he put a hand to Steve's back and felt something lacy underneath the shirt.

"You got a surprise for me, baby?"

Steve's smile was coy. "Maybe. Maybe I did a little shopping and I needed a couple of extra eyes to make sure it looked right."

Well that explained why the other two tagged along. And Eddie was only a little jealous that they got to see his present early. Only a little. Steve was pressed to his side for the entire dinner, feeding each other and feeling his surprise just under the silk.

"Baby, I don't think I can wait any longer", Eddie murmured against his ear.

"I can't either", Steve whispered back, legs rubbing together.

There was no way they were making it back home. Steve needed Eddie inside him now and he let him know that by letting out quiet whimpers directly into his ear. Eddie bit his lip, getting a naughty thought in his head.

"I've got an idea...if you're into it."

Steve was definitely into any ideas he had and soon the bill was paid and they were rushing back to the car Eddie had driven here. Eddie started driving with one hand, then other cupped Steve between the legs. It didn't take long for Eddie to find what they needed.

A 24 hour car wash.

They both climbed into the backseat as soon as the car was set on the track. Steve sunk down on Eddie's cock and rode him without an ounce of shame, letting his voice ring out among the noises of the brushes and soap and water. Eddie knew he must have hearts in his eyes, watching this beautiful creature, shirt falling open to reveal the dark green lingerie underneath.

When they came, they only had a few moments to make themselves decent as the car started to exit the wash. Steve didn't even try, just lying in the backseat with his pants off while Eddie scrambled back to the front. With very little regard for much else, Eddie peeled out of the parking area to preserve Steve's modesty.

Meanwhile, Steve had few qualms about having his cunt out in the backseat. This time of night, it was dark besides a few streetlamps. he reached down to feel his own wetness mingling with Eddie's cum. Eddie wasn't playing any music, so the sound of Steve's pussy sounded like it was echoing in the car. This man would be the death of him.

The rest of the night was spent in romantic bliss, just the two of them. But Steve had already given the rest of his pack chocolates.

The next morning, Steve's dream of a domestic life with Eddie was interrupted by his phone ringing. Eddie groaned at the intrusion and Steve reached out to grab it and see who was calling him. The number had no name attached, but he knew it by heart. He'd known the number since he was young but it had been years since he'd called it. Or since it had called him.

He ignored the call to stop the ringing and cuddled back up to his alpha. Eddie was all who mattered right now. Not them. He ignored the call that came a couple of hours later, and the few that came the next day as well. He didn't even listen to the voicemails left for him. Whatever they had to say, couldn't be anything good.

It was two weeks later when he got his first piece of mail since he started living here and who else could it be from but his parents. He leaned against the fridge as he opened it, finally curious enough to find out what they wanted.

"So what'd they send you?", Eddie asked before spooning some cereal into his mouth.

For a moment, Steve simply stood there, mouth agape as he read the envelope's contents.

"Sweetheart?"

"My parents.... sent me a cease and desist letter."

Part 17 (final)

Tag Team CLOSED

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#apo writes #stranger things #steddie #omegaverse #a/b/o

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stardewremixed · 11 months

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Alex and Abigail

She's that weird purple haired girl, right? Hangs out in graveyards sometimes?

Alex finds her kinda cute... pint-sized. Sometimes daydreams about carrying her, piggyback style.

Abi first noticed Alex when he was mourning his mom at the graveside. She respectfully ignored when he swiped at tears and found another place to journal.

Alex first noticed Abi when he was walking back from his workout at the spa on a summer afternoon. She was playing her flute in the woods. He couldn't help but stare a little bit from behind a tree. He found the music hauntingly beautiful. (And... he's a butt guy, and she has a nice ass, especially while swaying around as she played her flute).

She convinces her dad to give Alex a summer job as a stock boy.

Alex can reach the top shelves and carry heavy bags with ease.

Ngl... she appreciates the "view" of Alex hoisting large bags of potatoes.

The job doesn't pay great but it's something. And he gets a discount on Granny's groceries.

Abi once brought an order of flour, sugar, and baking powder that Alex forgot at the store. She "saved" the day. Evelyn invites her to stay for dinner.

She watched a horror movie with George while Ev fixes their food. His Gramps isn't scared of anything.

Alex didn't want to admit it but he was a little startled by the jump scare scenes. Abi talks a lot throughout the movie and dinner (which George finds annoying). Alex is only half-listening, but he likes her voice. And he's a bit mesmerized by her lips.

She stays to help Alex with dishes while Ev helps George with his evening bath. Abi is a bit playful and splashes water at himz and tosses a sponge.

Oh you're gonna get it! Alex enjoys the playfulness. He splashes her back, maybe even snaps the dish towel toward her ass.

Flirty house chores are the best!

He offers to walk her home, even though it's not far. And then dawdles a bit outside the back door.

The next time Abi sees him, she brings a nice meaty bone for Dusty.

Alex is in love! 😍

Abi wants to join the Adventure Guild... badly. Alex knows this. He offers (in a confident but sincere way) to help her train physically. If she wants. She gladly accepts.

He looks forward to training days with Abi. Starting out with light weights. Then short runs. Sit-ups. Push-ups.

As he grows more comfortable with her, Alex takes off his shirt for jogs on the beach.

She playfully pokes his abs. He likes it!

He builds her an entire training course in the woods over a few weeks. When she sees it, Abi is stunned. Speechless.

Then she leaps into his arms and kisses him, overjoyed.

Of course, it's raining.

Alex isn't big on sweeping romantic gestures. He's a practical guy. This was practical AND romantic.

At first, he's a little flushed, surprised.

They've been flirty for weeks. And she's a bit younger than him.

He expected to make the first move... eventually. But...

Abi doesn't move slow. And he loves it!

Even if it's just a summer fling, Alex feels it is worth it.

After their makeout session in the woods, the two spend loads of time together.

Swimming in the lakes, rivers.

Parasailing in the ocean.

Hiking in the mountains.

Walking Dusty around town together.

Making cookies and watching movies.

Tossing around the gridball.

Organizing a water balloon toss during the luau.

Going to the skate park / batting cages with Sam, who wholeheartedly supports this pairing.

Seb takes a bit to warm to the idea, but only because he's protective of Abigail.

He sees how happy Alex makes her, and comes around. Maybe even plays a little fantasy gridball online with Alex / Shane. Seb goes easy on Alex. Shane does not.

Abi is so supportive of Alex's dream to play gridball professionally.

When an opportunity arises, she encourages him to try out for the minors.

And she bakes him a cake to celebrate when he makes the cut.

She is so proud of him! And he is over the moon that she believes in him.

It's not the Tunnelers. But it doesn't matter. They are both thrilled.

He trains his replacement before he leaves (Martin and Shane, when JojaMart closes).

Which makes Abi love him more.

Alex is so responsible and loyal. Even her dad has to admit that he's good for Abi.

And Alex couldn't be prouder (or louder), cheering in the front row, when she walks across the stage to get her uni diploma.

He knows she worked so hard and he throws her a party to celebrate.

Complete with a pop rocks cake!

And when she decides she wants to pursue a master's, he is right there with her, researching options, learning all he can about the various schools in the area for her specialty.

Abi selects a program near his stadium.

They get a little apartment in Zuzu City.

And every day, he walks her to class and picks her up after practice.

Literally.

She squeals every time.

He takes her out for pizza and beer.

Or cooks at home.

He's actually pretty domestic thanks to Granny. Makes good soups.

And let's be honest... he makes grilled cheeses like nobody's business.

She loves when he wears a long apron... nothing else. 😉

Alex picks out a stone.

The biggest rock he can afford.

But first... he teases her with a rock candy ring.

She loves to chew "rocks" after all. Haha!

When she sees it, she immediately says yes and jumps in his arms.

Even before seeing the "real deal."

You make me a better man... he says. And I will work hard every day to give you the life you deserve.

Her mom and his granny are thrilled to plan a wedding together.

Caroline takes Abi dress shopping, and she invites Alex over frequently for family game nights.

Alex looks forward to it and feels so welcome.

Plus Caroline brews the best tea.

Alex wasn't even a tea drinker before. But Abi's mom makes good stuff.

He feels so grateful for another mom figure in his life. Especially since he lost his mom so young.

George grunts a lot, but he sees how good Abigail is for his grandson.

And Pierre is skeptical but... he knows how well Alex cares for his daughter.

And the two get married... in the woods... where he first saw her play the flute.

Abigail with her long hair flowing, and white dreamy sleeves, flowers in her hair.

Alex in a tux... that George wore for his wedding day. Ev has to take it out a smidge (because Alex is more muscular) but he looks fantastic.

As she walks down the flower petal aisle, barefoot in the soft grass, she winks at him.

He's the luckiest guy alive!

It's a magical day!

Sometimes he can hardly believe this is his life now!

These two (suddenly) make so much sense to me! 🥰

#stardew valley #sdv headcanon #stardew valley headcanon #sdv alex #sdv abigail #sdv evelyn #sdv george #sdv sebastian #sdv sam #sdv shane #sdv pierre #sdv caroline

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soop-musical-fool · 10 months

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Ok I said I would make a pin full of music so here it is

First off, I mentioned KNOWER. It's a long project that started a really long time ago, but their best stuff is probably coming out like right now. As in, they are just about to release a new album, KNOWER FOREVER. The singles on it are incredible, like I'm The President just comes right out the gate with the fattest walkdown I've ever heard from a horn section. The B section makes it feel like I'm enjoying a song like I would a multiple-course meal. Then Crash The Car just transfixes you. Yes, yes, you should listen to those, but don't neglect the fire they put out in 2017 because you owe it to yourself to watch the live sesh of Overtime:

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Oh god this post is gonna make viewing my blog super annoying isn't it

Anyway the next thing I gotta mention is Vulfpeck. These guys are famous for scamming Spotify, basically. They released an album full of 30-second tracks of pure silence, just absolutely nothing, titled Sleepify. They got online and said "Yo guys, help us raise money for a free concert by listening to this on loop while you sleep." What they were actually doing was exposing a loophole in the way Spotify calculated royalties, and before they could pull the album (citing "content policy violations," of course), Vulfpeck had already bagged around $20,000, so they put on the completely admission-free Sleepify Tour, which was incredibly fucking based of them.

Vulf went on to become several spin-off projects, all entirely independently released and full of some of the stankiest funk fusion that I cannot stop listening to.

My favorite of these projects, The Fearless Flyers, is headed by Cory Wong, with a guitar idol of mine for 5+ years Mark Lettieri and of course the government subsidized active bass of Joe Dart, but the keystone of the group is no doubt Nate Smith on drums. Dude makes a three-piece set onstage sound like a full kit.

Like just look at what they can do with the added power of sax:

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And yeah, I could just talk about those guys, but let's get weirder.

I'm talking modal. The kind of stuff that makes my choir-trained mother cringe inward at the dissonance. Let's talk about the crunchiest, most feral fucking harmonies and keyboard solos that make you question what you thought you knew about chord progressions and key centers.

Obviously anyone super into this stuff will have already heard of Jacob Collier, so I won't show him. But THIS:

I listened to this the first time and it was just.. too much. I put it in its own specific playlist titled "very complex shit" immediately. When I went back to it, enough time had passed and I had learned enough that after way too many listens I can actually follow along with this insanity. This track blew my fucking mind, dude. I have never heard a chorus use so many of the 12 chromatic notes and still sound heavenly. The groove changes add so much texture. The flute solo goes off way too hard. The slower final section is just disgusting syncopation when the drums come back in. Everything about it is incredible, and this album came out in 2007. I am staring back at years of my life I spent not listening to this and ruminating my lack of music theory knowledge. And when I wanted to see if some kind transcribing jazz grad student like June Lee had uploaded anything of System, I found a 2020 reboot with 24 musicians playing System for over twice its original runtime, and guess who did the showstopping final solo??

JACOB FUCKING COLLIER.

Look him up if you don't know. The other musicians I obsess over inspire me. This guy makes me want to quit.

#196 #r196 #rule #music #jazz funk #modal jazz #free jazz #jacob collier #music nerd #infodump #like massive autistic infodump #sorry again for this #oh btw #did you notice the four grammys behind him?#yeah

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nightmaretist · 6 months

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TIMING: Current PARTIES: Metzli @muertarte & Inge @nightmaretist LOCATION: Muertarte SUMMARY: Inge and Metzli toast on their collaboration moments before the opening of Inge's exhibition at MuertArte. CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

Meeting Inge had been long overdue. Ever since they perused through the online portfolio she had, Metzli knew they needed her work in their gallery. Pixels hid so much, but they did not hide her obvious talent. Even in their absence, with Rachel taking over, Metzli took great pride at the fact that they were able to convince the artist to visit. Maybe they didn’t give her the final push to convince her and add her to the rotation, but having a hand at all was enough for them to have some sort of pride. All credit to Rachel, of course, though.

“Hello, Inge.” They rounded the corner, inhaling the hints of paint still clinging to her scent. She was tiny in comparison, but they had no doubt she would be mighty and exude more confidence than a twelve foot man. It was a silly concept in theory, but they’d read it on some forum, and figured using exaggerations might make them a bit more appealing. Even if it was just in their head. “I apologize for not meeting you sooner. I had to be away.” Metzli bowed their head respectfully, raising it back up to lock their eyes onto her shoulder. They were getting better, they thought. Usually, their instinct was to go for the ceiling.

“We have coordinated your exhibition and all works you have given are now on display. Will you like to take very first look?” Gesturing to a table, Metzli pointed to some flutes and bottles of champagne. “You can also celebrate if you will like. This is your big day.”

Though all instinct demanded she leave, she remained. Inge considered this to be the cause of it all: this exhibition she had been working for and towards for a few months, showing Metzli’s employees what works she had in storage, what works she was expecting to finish before opening date. Rachel and her had poured over her catalog, which went back further than she would ever be able to logically explain. Metzli had been an absent ghost. Inge figured that they were a troubled person, or perhaps more busy than a local-gallery-owner typically was.

At last, though, they were there. Inge was considering her little darlings, the endless birds she had crafted and glazed, having formed a flock of statues. Gleaming eyes, dead eyes, sharp talons and ones that were missing. One of her fingers was underneath a beak, as if she was petting the little thing, “Hello Metzli.” She shrugged away their apology. “We all have obligations. Rachel was more than accommodating.”

She had seen the plans of course, the drawn up maps she’d given approval on — but she’d not yet ventured deeper into the exhibition, past her birds. “I’ll take a flute for on the go, and then we can take a look.” Inge didn’t ask before taking a bottle and popping it over, skillfully succeeding in not spilling anything before pouring two glasses. “I don’t … mean to be presumptuous.” She held out one of the glasses. Maybe Metzli didn’t drink. “But we should at least clink to this collaboration!”

“That is good to hear.” They nodded along, looking toward Rachel’s office. “She did very good while I was gone. Give her promotion. Deserved.” Metzli took the flute graciously, nodding again as Inge offered her her glass. She was right. An artist’s debut exhibition in a gallery was worth celebrating. Metzli, by no means, drank often, but thanks to their undead status, it hardly mattered. It took copious amounts of alcohol to affect them.

“Congratulations, Inge.” Metzli tapped their glass against Inge’s, sipping and wincing at the sensation of the pointy liquid hitting their tongue. It wasn’t too awful, they supposed, but they much preferred their usual; blood. Shrugging mentally, Metzli gestured to the hall, trying their best to scrape the spiky sensation off their tongue as they moved.

“I know you see designs for the custom frames, but I think they come out better than expected.” They stopped, “Ornate features are preferred with your style, but sometimes this is too distracting, so using stained poplar wood, briar smoke, and walnut became my choices. Dark. So intricate work will blend easily and leave focus where it should be.” Metzli smiled subtly, almost spiraling into a deeper dive about what they did, but they stopped themself and sipped the spiky liquid instead. “I hope these are good standard for you.”

Part of her was immensely curious to know why Metzli had disappeared, but she wasn’t one to pry. At least, not with people like the other, who she wanted to have a mutually beneficial business relationship with. “She seems like a good one. Best to keep her on.” Inge took a sip from her glass, giving a sound of approval at the taste. Some art galleries tended to serve horrible champagne, but it seemed Metzli’s wasn’t among them.

Her lips spread and she nodded her head, ready to thank the other but changing her mind at the last second. “Appreciated,” she said, glancing around the gallery. She wondered about the clientele that came here, if it was mostly locals or some others. Inge tried not to undermine the place, but it was hard not to — it wasn’t like some of the places in larger cities she’d had her work exhibited. Still, this town proved to be more exciting than one might expect at first glance, so perhaps the same could be said for MuertArte.

And Metzli seemed more than good at their work. Her paintings, which were often her least favorite part of her oeuvre, looked stunning in the frames the other had designed. “They’re marvelous, Metzli. They did come out better than expected. So yes, a good standard. I think we can both agree that this entire collaboration is proving fruitful, no?”

“Yes, that is the plan.” They replied dryly, arching a brow at the sound Inge made. It was one of surprised pleasure as she sipped on her expensive champagne. Metzli supposed they should give her details about what she was drinking if she liked it so much, especially if she wanted to purchase it herself. “Goût de Diamants.” They pointed at the glass with a jut of their chin, their only hand otherwise occupied with a glass of their own. “This is bottle only for you. I have one extra if you want to take it home. The rest are Dom Pérignon. It is good to see enjoyment on your face.”

Metzli closed their eyes proudly, bowing their head for what seemed like the hundredth time. It certainly wouldn’t be the last. As far as artist’s go, Inge had been a change of pace to work with. Confidence and pride in her work, requesting well within reason. Which was odd, at least to Metzli. Most artists wanted the most elaborate exhibits with parameters that the gallery could execute in theory, but didn’t make sense for such a beginner. And by no means did Inge seem to be so green. Her confidence appeared to be far more earned than most, though that was just from a short glance by Metzli and what they’d heard from Rachel.

“Fruitful?” There was no fruit, but context gave the vampire enough understanding to nod enthusiastically. Frutífera. That had to be it. “Yes, fruitful. With limited time exhibit and well-known critics coming, people will demand for more. Have very much doubts that you will have much to take back. Me and Rachel think you will sell very well here.” Taking a sip, Metzli cleared their throat, whisking away the pointy liquid. It was getting a tad bit easier to enjoy. “Will you have any friends visiting? If you give names, I will let them in free.”

Metzli had a way of speaking and communicating that dazzled Inge, albeit in a good way. Straightforward, matter-of-fact and blunt, with no beating around the bush. It was opposite of how she conversed, as she spoke with embellishments and half-truths, dancing around her intentions with extra words. But she liked straight-forward people, most of the time. “It’s good. It’s hard to get wines right — I mean, there’s not much to get wrong, but to get it right … that is a challenge sometimes.”

The idea of selling her art was always a strange one. She wanted money, relished in the security of having a lot of it – especially because there had been plenty of times where she’d had none – but she didn’t make her works to sell them. Still, to know her work was thought good enough to be bought and put up in a stranger’s home was a compliment, and one she took without much complaint. Inge smiled a little, “I don’t doubt it. If you’d want to add anything to your more permanent collection after this, do let me know.”

Her last exhibit had been in New York, which felt like a world apart from this strange, small town. Inge preferred cities, but there was something about Wicked’s Rest, and because of that she was glad to have an exhibit here, too. “I’ll forward you a small list of people you can put on the guest list. I have a few that I’d like to get in for free, yes — but some of the others can pay.” She smirked, giving Metzli a look. “I’m excited to see the public’s response.”

Continuing through the exhibit, Metzli led the pair toward a sculpture they were particularly fond of, nodding along to Inge. They raised a finger, placing their glass down and retrieving their cellphone to send a quick text to Rachel to let her know there would be a list of guests for Inge. She replied instantly with a simple thumbs up emoji, to which Metzli shook their head. They sighed, pocketing their device, “It is strange that people respond with these emojis.” It was efficient, sure. Rachel let Metzli know in a single symbol that she would await for the list, but still. They wanted clear words, not a random collection of colorful pixels that didn’t even match her skin tone.

“Rachel will be waiting for list.” They nodded, regarding the sculpture they wanted to discuss. The most beautiful one that Metzli had had the honor to lay eyes on. They had been adamant that they needed to be the one that prepped it, knowing their plans to purchase it as a permanent addition to MuertArte’s collection. Eyes gleamed and stared reverently, a stark contrast to the rest of their stoic visage. “Want to discuss this beautiful piece.” The delicacy of it was profound, strength found in the expertise of Inge’s ability to mix. It combined creativity and anatomy, science and art meeting to bring the audience a masterful take on their own autonomy. Metzli needed it. Craved it. Thirsted for the visual flow and sense of movement throughout.

“Wish to purchase for the gallery. It is favorite. Will give you ten-thousand for it.”

As Metzli commented on the use of emojis, Inge thought they sounded rather old. It was a notion she shared, in some sense — she did think that words conveyed more than any tiny pictures ever could. But Inge was old, in a way. “I agree. Some of them are cute and can be a nice addition to a message, but the message itself? Needs to be written.” Rachel had been an emoji enthusiast, even she had picked up on that in their short time of knowing each other. It seemed that was who Metzli had contacted. “I’ll send it to her shortly, then.”

She looked at Metzli as they looked at her work. She didn’t create to get praise or applause, but she did create to get a reaction. Something like fear, preferably — but anything would do. To bore those who witnessed her art could undo her, she was sure of it. Metzli was a worthy witness and Inge was glad to see their face change as they looked at the immobilized version of a bird.

“I’m glad it’s to your liking.” Selling ones art was strange, Inge found. She was glad it was a source of income, especially as she remembered not making anything from her art — but still, to put a price on a piece of work seemed strangely perverse. It helped that she liked money, needed it. Her annoyance with how art had been commodified, turned into a product even, only went so far. “And I would like to sell, yes.” It was very forward of the other to already name their price. She looked at them. “Fifteen.”

When Inge gave her counteroffer, it gave Metzli pause. Not because they were offended, or because they were upset. In fact, they were impressed that Inge knew her worth, and they offered her a smile, a real one, in return, accompanied by a nod. “For that, I will add another three-thousand. Artists like you that push worth are my favorite.” And selfishly, Metzli really wanted to keep the piece for display while also ensuring Inge got her share, what she was owed for her talent and effort. It was still a strange concept, them being able to have a business, let alone being able to afford such high prices. But that was how things were. It wasn’t the trading and bartering they once knew.

“The world runs on money now. Well,” They juggled their head side to side, pondering for a few beats. “There was trading and money, but now money is everything.” Shaking their head, Metzli tutted with disapproval, waving for Inge to follow them back to their office as they continued to speak. “In return for having the honor of displaying your work, I will make check for eighteen-thousand, then maybe we can discuss a permanent collection as well?” Their intonation peaked at a higher pitch than normal, making the question even more noticeable.

“Without people like you, art will be lost and I want to make sure this is not something that happens. If money can do this, then there will be…” Brows pinched together as Metzli searched their brain for the English word they needed. Upon finding it, their face relaxed. “…adapting.” They reached the office and found themself seated at their desk, gesturing for Inge to take a seat, too. “I must give my gratitude to you, Inge.”

Drawers slid open, wood and metal’s smooth friction a satisfying roll. Metzli pulled out their logbook and checks, closing everything softly before regarding Inge once more. “It has been many years since an artist has given me motivation to create. Your mind is beautiful and I have much hope that you and your people have a good time at this exhibition.” To give Inge a moment, Metzli began scribbling all the information needed for the artist’s payment, happy to have found a visionary among the sea of bleak and untalented artists.

She liked Metzli. That was definitive now, and not just because they were giving her money. Sure, that helped, but it was rather the way Metzli responded to her asking for more money that made her lips spread into a smile. “I think that means we have a deal.” Quick and to the point, which seemed to be how the other approached most things in life. Inge liked them for that, too, even if it was quite different from how she tended to approach things.

They did have a strange way of speaking at times, but she didn’t find herself overthinking it too deeply. Inge nodded, “It does, yes. It’s silly sometimes, to tack a price tag onto art. To measure it by something as … mundane and dividing as money. But alas, there’s rent to pay! Materials to buy.” She followed the other, taking another sip from her glass and looking at her piece over her shoulder. It was impossible to lug around with her, when she was to inevitably part from Wicked’s Rest and this was a worthy place for it. “That all sounds good to me.”

Metzli’s praise was like wood to a fire, making Inge’s ego swell and burn brighter. The value of art was lost on plenty of people, especially in today’s day and age. “Ah, tell me about it. I worry about the place of art in the future, you know? These rapidly evolving technologies, they’re …” She pulled a face. “Not only hard to keep up with, but a threat! More funds should go to the art — not just privately, though I appreciate it, deeply, but also publicly.” A bit political, but it was true.

Her face brightened a little. “Oh, well — I’m honored. I think your work is astounding, you know, so to inspire you …” Inge shrugged. “It’s a nice side effect of our collaboration. I would love to see what it is you end up working on, will you share it with me when it is done?”

The scribbling came to a halt so that their eyes could take a moment to truly digest what Inge was saying. Speaking of technology the way she did made her sound older than she looked. In a town like Wicked’s Rest, that was usually an indication of something else. “Inge…?” Metzli began, on the brink of a question, but stopped short when their phone began to vibrate. They ceased the buzzing immediately with a press of a button, suddenly remembering what the rest of the day’s plans were.

Their entire body bristled at the thought of Chuy, and they swallowed thickly as they centered themself with the final details of Inge’s check. What were they going to ask? Brows furrowed and eyes blinked rapidly as Metzli attempted to remember, but their mind was clouded with the fog of stress and anxiety. “Apologies. Do not remember what I was going to ask.” They took a shallow breath, putting the pen down with a bit of finality before tearing out the check to hand to Inge. Ants were already beginning to crawl down their fingers, the intensity of their march growing more and more uncomfortable. As much as they were enjoying Inge’s company, they knew their time had come to an end, and they needed to excuse themself.

“If you have wish to explore, you can do so. I have one more meeting to prepare for before the opening and then we can celebrate you with all guests here.” Metzli offered Inge a robotic smile as they shook her hand, somehow managing to exude friendliness and warmth in their attempt at being a person. It was crooked and all their own, even if it didn’t quite meet their eyes. “Please let Rachel know if you need anything. I am looking forward to your event. It is…” Their smile turned brighter as they huffed a brief puff of laughter through their nose at the reality of it all. Freedom was beautiful and it was amazing what a person could do with it. “Happiness. It is happiness.”

#works of art.#metzli.#threads.

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Thanks for always tagging me Anna ( @eneabastianini23 ), and I’m sorry it took me so long

Name: Esther, but online I go by Waru

Sign: Libra

Time: 18:50

Favorite band/artist: Blind Channel

Last movie: Hidden Figures

Last show: Either One Piece or InuYasha because it’s what it’s been airing in the Catalan TV

When I created this blog: over 10 years ago (13/07/2013) but I only actively been using it since the pandemic 2020

What I post: Main course is MotoGP/2/3/E with some RedBull Rookies Cup as garnish. A today’s second is WSBK/WSSP/300 sprinkled with FE and some F1 with drops of F2/3. Our desert is feminism discourses with or without science. From time to time we offer some gif/head-canon from films and series I like and some music too. So bon appetite

Other blogs: so I'm having troubles with Tumblr because it keeps kicking me out and then letting me in a couple of minutes later so in case it really kicks me out for real I have @42bakery just in case but it's no active in the moment

The other option is I got annoyed of carrying a nickname I picked when I was a teen (Waru-chan instead of just Wary)

Do I get asks: Some times, mostly people asking for my opinion, or for lore. Just a reminder, my first MotoGP (and F1) full season was 2020. I just happen to have a freaking good memory and recalling stuff that happen before that. Also I use the official Spanish broadcast that does an amazing job in making new fans welcome and always talk about the past

Followers: more than I ever imagined, and it’s scarring me

Average hours of sleep: 6-8

Instruments: I used to play flute and xylophone, but I can’t remember xylophone and barely play flute any more

What I’m wearing: black pants and black shirt

Dream job: just a job

Dream trip: Japan, where I go to visit Osaka, Kyoto and Tokyo

Favorite song atm: either Joel Kokka’s forced cover of Tallulah or Volcans from Búhos

Tags: @fabiochampioraro @distinguishedfifty @cinnamoncowboy @lastonthebrakes @pgaslys @flyingfabio and @augustofernandez37

#I was tagged #Get to know me #Music #Anime #Blind Channel #One Piece #InuYasha #Joel Hokka #Búhos #Hidden Figures

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dreamlandsystem · 1 year

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Nintendogs + Cats + You!

(a game concept for a Nintendogs release on the Switch)

Hardware:

- included with the game is a wireless microphone with a Bluetooth chip

- insert with breed info

Amiibo Compatibility:

- different amiibos award the player with themed treats and single use toys (ex: kirby car cake, inkling/octoling toy that pops, power up mushroom treats)

- using Nintendogs-specific Amiibos for the first time gives a specific dog or cat plush/figurine toy

Animal Breeds:

- starting off with 8-12 breeds, with the original 27 unlockable through friendship

- introduce 3-8 new breeds for a total of 30-35 breeds (possible suggestions: borzoi, pitbull, malamute, newfoundland, Australian cattle dog, Airedale terrier, border collie, rottweiler)

- introduce 1-2 new cat breeds (possible suggestions: sphinx cats, maine coon)

Competitions:

- bring back agility trials (for a total of 4 competition types: agility, obedience, lure coursing, and disc throw)

- new competition ideas: birding (train your dog to locate and flush out bird toys from trees and retrieve them from bodies of water), best in show (points system based on grooming, physique, and style)

- let cats learn tricks and compete in obedience trials and best in show

- remove the AR function from obedience competitions (or make it optional)

Walks and Outings:

- add swimming (at the ocean, lake, or pool)

- introduce rotating stock at BARC shops

- chance to be invited to NPC’s homes for pet play dates

- rare chance to encounter and adopt a stray dog or cat

- print shop where you can design your own accessories

- pop up shops with rare or hard-to-find items

Home Interactions:

- toy overhaul with lots of additions

- toy ideas: a puzzle toy that dispenses a treat when solved, slinky, paper airplane (single use), Poochy toy (from the Yoshi series), instruments like a kazoo, xylophone, drums, and flute

- improved home customization with more furniture placement options (including wall mounts for cats)

Grooming:

- add pet-safe dyes in fun colors

- receive a friendship bonus for brushing your pet after bathing them

- unlock Groomer with enough friendship where you can pay to have your dog bathed, brushed, and dyed

General Improvements:

- autosave after competitions and walks, after teaching new tricks, making purchases, and getting a new dog

- add an event for your pet’s “Gotcha Day” with a party hat and pet safe birthday cake

- log-in bonus (of biscuits, supplies, or toys) for playing with your pets every day

- pets have visible mood stats (anxious, restless, content, calm, excited, cheerful) which change depending on the quality of their care

Nintendo Switch Online features:

- play dates: invite other players to your house, the park, or café

- compete with other players in special competitions

- send gifts and notes to other players

- pedometer portion of the Switch Online mobile app

- community board where friends’ pets’ achievements are displayed

DLC Opportunities:

- add a few more breeds (possibly including an alien/fantasy breed)

- DLC exclusive toy pack, accessory pack, and home remodel designs

Suggested price point: $60 USD base game, $75 including DLC

#sys.txt #nintendogs #nintendogs + cats #nintendo hire us to make this game challenge #long post

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This 1994 article in Broadcasting+Cable, a trade magazine, is the only one I can think of that covers the entire sweep of my media career. That is, up through the first phase of producing cartoons. But, the writer (unidentified, sorry) touches on my independent record production era, the promotion and branding work at MTV, the branding company Alan Goodman and I started to work with Nickelodeon and MTV, and then, Hanna-Barbera Cartoons. It’s before the internet age, of course, so no MTV Networks Online, Next New Networks or Frederator Networks.

Thanks go to Hanna-Barbera’s head of public relations, Richard Lewis, who thought Fifth Estate could be suckered into profiling a polymath.

Broadcasting + Cable Magazine June 27, 1994

Fifth Estater: Fred Seibert

Fred Seibert's rise from cutting jazz albums on the cheap to the presidency of children's television powerhouse Hanna-Barbera Inc. is evidence that guts and a willingness to challenge assumptions can pay off.

But Seibert faces a challenge large enough for even his high standards: returning once-dominant cartoon factory Hanna-Barbera to its former glory under new owner Turner Broadcasting Systems.

A musical background (piano, flute and accordion) and the lure of free records led Seibert, a student at Columbia University to join the campus radio station, WKCR-FM, in 1969. Seibert spent the next four years as disk jockey, writer, producer and working "nearly every other job" at the station. Then Seibert set up his own jazz and blues label, Oblivion Records, out of the station's back office.

Finding the label more interesting than his history and chemistry studies, he left Columbia before graduating and devoted his energies to producing records.

However, Seibert acts such as Mississippi Fred McDowell, Cecil Taylor and Hank Jones (who was nominated for a Grammy for one Seibert-produced album) never hit a chord with the masses. Seibert served as a tour and sound manager with a jazz orchestra to support himself.

Fortunately for an impoverished Seibert, a guardian angel intervened. Dale Pon, vice president of creative services, Storer Radio group, was pleased with Seibert's work as a freelance radio engineer and persuaded him to join the company in 1978 as a promotion assistant, first in Los Angeles and then back in New York.

Two years later, in 1980, Pon recommended Seibert for the position of promotion manager with the nascent Movie Channel premium cable service, then owned by American Express and Warner Communications.

A year later, when The Movie Channel launched a novel music cable channel called MTV, Seibert found himself in the catbird seat as the only Movie Channel executive with a music background.

Once appointed to head MTV's on-air promotion effort, Seibert quickly realized the revolutionary potential of the channel and led a group that rewrote the rules of television promotion. Rather than promoting individual shows, Seibert and his team worked to establish the identity of the channel with such devices as the no-famous rotating “M” logo.

"Fred had taste,'' says his former boss, Bob Pittman, who was vice president of programming at The Movie Channel and now chairman of Time Warner’s Six Flags Magic Mountain theme park division. “He was on the cut-ting edge of where things were before we got there. He went against conventional wisdom… That was important because we had no money: originality was all we had.”

President, Hanna-Barbera, Inc., Los Angeles; born September 15, 1951, New York; attended Columbia University, New York; producer/disc jockey/writer, WKCR-FM, New York 1969-73; self-employed record producer and tour manager, 1973-78; advertising and promotion assistant, later manager, Storer Radio, Los Angeles, New York, 1978-80; promotion manager, The Movie Channel, New York, 1980; vice president, promotion and production, Movie Channel and MTV, 1981-83; co-owner, Fred/Alan, Inc., New York, 1983-92; current position since February 1992.

Then, in 1983, as vice president of creative services for Warner-Amex, now MTV Networks– Seibert abruptly quit after finding his job increasingly support oriented and less entrepreneurial. He also was disappointed that he had not been rewarded for his role in launching the rapidly expanding music channel.

Seibert and MTV creative director Alan Goodman –now Seibert’s brother-in-law– formed Fred/Alan, a programming and marketing consulting firm for radio, television and cable.

After MTV's wrath at the pair's departure subsided, Seibert and Goodman designed a promotional campaign that helped fledgling children's network Nickelodeon, owned by MTV, move from dead last among cable networks to first place in six months, again by stressing network identity over individual programs. The pair also helped create and promote the Nick at Nite sitcom block.

Finding that the success of the agency was forcing them into more mundane activities, the partners decided to dissolve the business in February 1992. A day after leaving, Turner Entertainment President Scott Sassa called and offered Seibert the presidency of Turner's recently acquired Hanna-Barbera studio.

Now, Seibert is stoking the creative engines at the company. The studio is implementing a six-year plan to promote a different group of its classic characters each year, beginning with The Flintstones this year.

Next year it will be '60s series The Adventures of Jonny Quest. Efforts include producing a live-action feature film based on the series, a two-hour animated movie for Turner Network Television and a new animated Jonny Quest show for syndication in fall 1996. The division also will begin regular production of animated feature films.

The company also has stepped up production of syndicated projects by launching weekly this season, 2 Stupid Dogs and SWAT Kats, both distributed by Turner Program Services.

The company in October began producing 48 shorts for Turner's Cartoon Network, designed to entice top cartoon producers to experiment with radical new cartoon concepts in flexible seven-minute segments. "If you attract the top talent, you will get the hits and the money will follow," Seibert says. -DT

#press #Hanna-Barbera #MTV #Oblivion Records #Produced by FS #WASEC #The Movie Channel #Nickelodeon #Fred/Alan #Dale Pon #Bob Pittman #1994

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I want to start listening to/watching opera do you have any suggestions to start with?

oh boy, this is a hell of a question with a lot of possible answers! opera is super subjective, and everyone with a passion for it has a different seminal experience—most often that's a live production of La Traviata by Giuseppe Verdi, La bohème by Giacommo Puccini, or Carmen by Georges Bizet. really the best possible in for opera is live performance—but there's a reason opera's considered a hobby for rich people, so in lieu of shelling out for tickets!!!

below the cut is a list of arias that fucken rip (and a few full-length opera recs)! this is definitely not your, like, greatest hits list, because i think the arias everyone shoves at people are deeply fucking boring—but you definitely have heard the first three before!

Habanera (L'amour est un oiseau rebelle) sung by Elina Garança, from Bizet's Carmen (because this shit is HOT)

The Queen of the Night (Der Hölle Rache) sung by Diana Damrau, from Mozart's Magic Flute (this one lacks subtitles, so the gist of the aria is the Queen is Angry™ at her daughter for resisting her super super reasonable order to murder her own father, as one does)

Summertime sung by Audre McDonald, from Gershwin's Porgy and Bess (you know this song!!)

Sempre libera sung by Pretty Yende, from Verdi's La Traviata (also lacks subtitles, so the gist of this one is Violetta [the character] is on the verge of falling madly in love, and is trying to convince herself to shut the guy down and keep living her easy breezy party life instead of taking the risk of being hurt and chained down)

Près des ramparts de Seville sung by Elina Garança, from Bizet's Carmen (from the same production as the Habanera above; including 2 from that production bc it's a smash fuckin hit and like... it sure leans into how SEXY opera can be)

Pur ti miro! sung by Nardus Williams and Kate Lindsey, from Monteverdi's Coronation of Poppea (no subtitles, so: this is a love duet from the very end of the opera, right after Poppea [soprano] has been crowned Empress, and is basically just Poppea and Emperor Nerone expressing their very tender joy at being married and in love)

O mio rimorso! sung by Rolando Villazòn, from Verdi's La Traviata (specifically a very cute video from a filmed orchestra rehearsal where Villazòn's just playing around, like. it makes me so, so happy to see it expressed that this shit is fun to do!!!)

if you want more recs, i'm have far too many pieces to put here and also there's a lot of resources for this online! this list is tragically reflective of my own fixation on the Romantic period (exceptions being the Monteverdi, which is what we call Early Music, the Mozart, which is Classical, and the Gershwin, which is quintessential contemporary opera), so mind you, even if you don't like most of these, there's opera for you!

now if you want to dig in further and try out watching an entire opera:

considering that i listed two of Carmen's arias from that same production, i do pretty strongly recommend the 2010 Metropolitan Opera production of Carmen—however, the only video of it that has subtitles is on the Met's streaming site, so it does cost a little money to watch it, much though that hurts my heart. i cannot recommend it enough, but also money is garbage. (fair warning, this opera gets very dark, and it's from the 1800s so it operates from a very toxic perspective of the Romani—and it's opera, so of course the Romani characters are not played by Romani singers, which is its own can of worms)

you'll notice there are also two arias from La Traviata on my list—so of course that's my second full-length recommendation! Traviata is a true classic (that scene in Pretty Woman where Richard Gere takes Julia Robers to the opera? they're watching La Traviata—which is a fun detail, since it tells a story that's very resonant for Roberts' character specifically) and it contains some of the most sparkling, beautiful, heart-rending music that exists, imo. there's a really incredible full-length video of a 2006 production by LA Opera that features really lush period-appropriate costuming and sets, and a really especially fierce take on the lead tenor role. plus it's Renée Fleming, and love her or hate her, if you're gonna do opera, you have to give her a listen once or twice!

finally, the general consensus is that The Magic Flute is a good starter opera! i have my complaints about that but it's definitely a popular choice for a reason! contains the famous Queen of the Night aria from above, which is the most quoted operatic piece p much of all time, and it's definitely a lighter-sounding piece of music than the other two i listed! decent full-length video of a 1995 production at La Scala

that's all for now, but if any of it catches you, anon (or anyone else!) i'm definitely always down for more suggestions. and if you feel like goin rogue after this, my main suggestion is to figure out what specific kinds of sound you like—the light, fast Mozart? the rich Traviata? lush sexy Carmen? or the much more sparse Monteverdi?—and dig into those musical eras! and also if you like any of these singers' voice specifically, search them on youtube and just go hog wild!! honestly i found Pretty Yende because of this and as soon as i post this i am 100% gonna go watch about 7 more of her videos and cry a lot (her Addio del passato, oh my GOD)

#anonymous ask #anon #opera #opera recs

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wizaru123 · 2 years

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#Learn Flute Online #Online Flute Course #Flute Basic Lessons

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pratanumindpowerdevelopment · 6 months

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reiki, keyboard, harmonica, flute, spanish guitar, music therapy, reiki certificate courses at institute of performing art and mind power development

#keyboard #harmonica #flute #spanish guitar #reiki #online courses #certificate course

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wolfgirlmay · 9 months

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Dusk & The Sarkaz Prince

Characters - Dusk x Hibiscus

Summary - Hibiscus participates in Rhodes’s Island annual fundraiser and aims to make Dusk ́s heart skip a beat or two while getting lots of donations.

Word Count - 1,266

Tags - Humor, Drag, Drag King Hibiscus, Trans Dusk, Lava and Nian are there too, NSFW, Sexual content happens mostly off-screen, Hibiscus uses He/Him while in character.

Notes - This is a slight rewrite of an old fic that I love but did not feel it was enough of a change to post on AO3 again. No beta read and English is not my first language so grammatical errors abound.

It was time for Rhodes Island's annual fundraiser, and this year Nian and Closure cooked up their best scheme yet, a drag king show featuring some of Rhodes Island's most popular operators.

The plan was simple; have tons of cheap alcohol, let the audience put money to vote for their favorite performers, and at the end of the show, once they were all good and tipsy, sell signed prints of the performers in their outfits for extra profit.

Of course this could only work if the incentive for voting was a good one. And to this point, Kal’tsit made the perfect recommendation. The most voted contestants would be featured in a calendar they could sell for a boost in funding.

The resulting event was a total success. Entry tickets sold out in record time, the crowd was having a great time, and judging by the reactions so far, voting and merchandise would bring in a ton more LMD. They were only about half way through the show and already well on track to break last year's record, and that was not even accounting for their online merch sales.

“Give another round of applause for Moby Dick!” Nian called over the speaker system.

Nian’s boisterous tone was almost lost in the cheer of the crowd. The auditorium, full to the brim, exploded in applause, screams, and the feral squealing of a certain shark as the latest performer left the stage with a reserved bow.

“Don’t forget everything you expend tonight goes to a good cause! Keep the drinks rolling, and use that hard earned cash to put some votes towards your favorite performers.”

Among the lively crowd were two less outspoken observers, Lava and Dusk. The two girls were seated in the front row, a privilege of Nian producing the show and Hibiscus being one of the featured performers. Neither of them were fond of such crowded, or loud, spaces, but they were willing to make an exception to support their respective lovers.

Two cups of wine hit the girls table and the crowd began to calm down as the stage was being prepared for the next performer.

“God, that shark's wailing felt like it was piercing my soul,” Dusk complained.

Lava nodded approvingly. “No joke, I thought I was gonna go deft.”

Lava and Dusk took a long relaxing sip of their drinks. Despite their complaints, they were having a fun night together. It turned out they had more in common than they first knew, and if they were being entirely honest with themselves, they were enjoying the show.

“Hey, did Hibiscus tell you when she was up?”

“No,” Dusk said with a shake of her head. “She would not even tell me her stage name or anything. She said that she wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Yeah, that sounds like my sister alright.”

Nian’s voice came back to life with an electric buzz, ready to announce the next performer. “Next up, all the way from Victoria, he aims to claim your hearts with his royal charm and sweet music! Give a warm welcome to…”

Dusk’s tail perked up. “Could it be?”

Lava shrouded with fear. “I have a bad feeling about this…”

“...Prince Long Flute!!” Nian finished.

Dusk knew instantly, but she was still shocked. “Prince…Long Flute?” she mumbled to herself as she began awkwardly clapping.

Lava facepalmed. “Ughh, I knew she would pick a terrible name.”

To the roaring applause came out a well dressed figure. A pristine black suit featuring a vibrant flower on its jacket’s pocket, half gloves and dress shoes to match, and an immaculate violet bottom up shirt in full display through the open jacket made up his outfit. His short yet flowing lavender hair framed his heart melting smile as he playfully waved to the crowd.

The pace erupted with cheers and Dusk had to bring both her hands to her mouth to restrain the wild noise that was forming in the back of her throat. “A prince, he is a prince. A twinky, handsome prince!!” the dragon thought to herself as she stared in awe.

Lava looked at Dusk with a teasing grin. “Looks like you are the one about to squeal now.”

She was, and could not muster the words to deny it. Seeing Hibiscus like this was filling Dusk’s mind with more inappropriate thoughts than she ever thought possible.

Nian’s commentary continued. “Have his princely looks already conquered the audience, or will this slender prince have to do more to win them over?”

Prince Long Flute stood tall in the middle of the stage, flute at the ready, and offered the audience a playful wink, getting a loud roar in response. Dusk, unable to hold on any longer, joined in with the cheering crowd.

“Looks like our prince charming is ready to show us his skills!”

With that Nian’s commentary stopped. Prince Long Flute moved his flute aside and brought a finger to his mouth. He dexterously took his glove off with his teeth and then flung it to Dusk down in the audience. The dragon squealed like the Shark before her and blushed a vibrant red. The crowd loved it, going wild at the bold display.

The ensuing musical performance was mostly lost on Dusk who was still flustered beyond belief. After the show was over and the voting results were up, Dusk made her way backstage. The dragon looked frantically around the crowded dressing room for her lover.

“Dusk, over here!”

Dusk rushed to the familiar voice. She greeted her lover, still in full costume, with a quick kiss and held them in her arms in a cramped corner of the dressing room. “You were great out there.”

“Thank you, I figured you would like it. So, did I make your heart skip a beat?”

“You always do, but that was just unfair.” Dusk returned the glove to her lover. “I almost passed out when you pulled that stunt.”

Hibiscus let out a giggle before putting on her character once more, changing her tone to match that of her noble persona. “I guess my charms worked on you, my fair lady.”

“Hibi… No. Prince Long Flute, you have no idea. I can’t wait till we are alone, there are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

“Oh? Do tell.”

Dusk held her lover by the chin and teasefully ran her thumb against his lips. “First off I want to put that mouth of yours to work. I want to see if you are as good at handling me as you are with that flute of yours.” Dusk leaned in to whisper into his ear. “I will have you on your knees, sucking me off until I ruin that pretty face of yours.”

“That can be arranged, after all it is a prince's duty to take care of his lady.”

“Good,” Dusk purred. “You are such a good boy, and good boys let themselves be pegged all night long, right?”

“But of course. It would be ill fitting of Victorian nobility not to. Why don't we make way for my chambers? I promise they will be to your liking, my sweet patron.”

“Yes, yes.” Dusk claimed his lips with passion, her serpentine tail possessively warping around him as she did so. “Let’s get out of here, my prince.”

The role play continued all night long, until Dusk was done breaking her twink. She loved Hibiscus in all ways she came, from the sweet but fierce medic, to the noble prince from Victoria. She just could never have enough of the Sarkaz.

The End

Thanks for reading!!

#arknights #fanfic #dusk arknights #hibiscus arknights #arknights fanfiction

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aeniqmata · 10 months

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Know the Mun/Blogger !

1. Are you named after anyone?

my birthname, no. my parents didn't want me to shorten my name and gave me a name that I would use. jokes on them, I had to go by a nickname because there was someone else with the same first, middle and first two letters of their last name in my class for 4 years. attendance was rough.

my full screen name is floutistvivi, because i play the flute and vivi from ffix is adorable

2. When was the last time you cried?

today! work got a little too stressful for the hormonal me.

3. Do you have kids?

cats. two kittens that get into everything

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

sarcasm? absolutely not, no i definitely don't use sarcasm every single day when i talk to people. honestly if I say something that sounds even slightly mean, it's normally meant sarcastically.

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

soccer for a loong time, then marching band in high school. I adored the badminton section of gym when we did it though.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

online is definitely grammar, and not like spelling errors. the way people use certain words and phrases can tell you a lot about a person, and I love it.

offline it's probably people's builds. not weight, but like bone structure, limb lengths, etc

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

uhhhh both? I like horror as a genre but do not like watching horror movies tho.

8. Any special talents?

I am a fast learner. give me some instructions and time, I can figure out most things. also I can put my legs behind my head, due to a connective tissue disorder

9. Where were you born?

Ohio~ join us, we have cheese

10. What are your hobbies?

toons of things. music theory, gaming, writing, art, cleaning ( when I start i literally don't stop till I can't stand up ). I love making icons in photoshop, it's really cathartic

11. Do you have any pets?

2 cats of my own, 1 my sister left with us ( he's young and loves the babies ), 1 that was my cat and has now abandoned me for my mother. my sister has another 2, one of which doesn't like the one she left with us.

12. How tall are you?

5'7, average

13. Fave subject in school?

english and history. mythology was a course offered in highschool and I adored it so much.

14. Dream job?

cat cafe. I would love to own one and get to make coffee and spend time with cats all day. that would be so awesome.

15. Eye colour?

blue and green and gray!

Tagged by @safert0fu ilu, thank you for always tagging me in things Tagging: @tenebriism, @sapientiiae, @bishonenprince, and anyone else who reads this.

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Pokemon Series Retrospective, Volume 2: Pokemon Snap

After the break: a massive Pokemon fan plays Pokemon Snap N64 for the first time to completion.

Background

I mentioned in the previous volume that I got into the gaming sphere kind of late, with my first console being the GBA. I didn’t grow up with an N64. My experience with Pokemon Snap was brief encounters at the homes of friends and wealthier family members, maybe some posters or promotional videos at Blockbuster, maybe a McDonald’s N64 kiosk if it was ever demoed in those. Mostly, just a vague impression of the game. So playing the game was an experience I didn’t have until the Wii era, when it released on Virtual Console.

The Virtual Console release was notable for letting you post pictures to the Wii message board, but other than that, it was just another Wii Shop novelty for me at the time. I barely progressed, possibly because I was confused, possibly just because I didn’t really play through video games back then. For context, I played every single Zelda game as they came out from WindWaker onwards, but never finished a Zelda game until BotW. Part of the reason for starting a media thread on Twitter and a (since abandoned) Zelda game marathon years ago was to encourage me to actually complete games.

I’ve recently revisited, and completed with unexpected quickness, Pokemon Snap on the Nintendo Switch Online Expansion Pack. I found myself quite enamored with the whole experience; here’s some more detailed thoughts.

Present Day

The main elements of this game just work well. The fact that courses are relatively short, on-rails segments means you can revisit levels with a sense of familiarity that makes experimentation with different course elements into something you can do reliably. There’s a good loop of “next time around, I’ll try this here and that there,” and when you unlock new items/tools you get a good sense of “I should try this in this previous course element which eluded me.” Feeling those things is especially important because I believe this is designed to be a short game with a lot of elements--experimentation, discovery--that make revisiting it fun. I don’t believe Pokemon Snap is trying to be more than a brief novelty which lets you live in the fantasy world so many of us dreamed of.

The allure of Pokemon is, at least partially, that these are wild creatures with a real presence in the world. Pokemon Snap is the first game to really lean into that by taking away a lot of your agency. You still interact with the world through apples and pester balls and flutes, but primarily you serve as an observer. For people who enjoyed the act and idea of completing a Pokedex, reading every new entry as though you were making a new discovery every time, this game actually puts you in the shoes of the person making those observations that lead to Pokedex entries. Pokemon mainline games mostly exist in this realm where you’re meant to take Pokedex entries at face value but never really get to witness the behaviors described in any real capacity. This was the first attempt to actualize Pokemon behavior and natural habitat, and it’s a good attempt.

The game has its flaws. The scoring system for photographs is... awkward, clumsy, somewhat archaic by its limitations. Oak looks for photos that fit a very specific criteria that is often extremely difficult to pull off well. While getting a better photo is definitely part of what makes going through the courses multiple times enjoyable, that only slightly alleviates the sting of a good picture prompting a “YOU WERE CLOSE” from Oak because the Pokemon was turned 15 degrees away from the camera’s focus. The actual act of maneuvering your camera is also a bit janky, but not enough to detract from how enjoyable taking photos and interacting with the world is.

Though, overall, I hope you can see that I was pretty endeared to this game. I went into it expecting a fun but clunky game, and yeah, I did scream at Oak a few times, but it didn’t take away from the enjoyment of the overall experience. I think Snap quite impressively accomplishes what it was going for: a chance to exist in the Pokemon world from the role of an observer, and a chance to contextualize those creatures into a believable world which lives up to the series’ potential.

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