#view vault [art]

[wreath-of-stars]

The echo, as wide as the equator Travels through a world of built up anger- Too late to pull itself together now.

"Earth" by Sleeping at last

those lyrics that are either a comfort or an absolute mental wrecker i swear lol

#megatron #transformers fanart #idw megatron #or atleast an attempt on him #originally made this as my own wallpaper so eh #megatron fanart #transformers #view vault [art]

[monikabose]

Large arts and crafts backyard deck photo with a pergola

#a sizable image of a backyard deck in the arts and crafts style pool #pergola et tonnelle #views #deck #vaulted ceilings

[foone]

Look if there's one thing, just one thing, that I wish everyone understood about archiving, it's this:

We can always decide later that we don't need something we archived.

Like, if we archive a website that's full of THE WORST STUFF, like it turns out it's borderline illegal bot-made spam art, we can delete it. Gone.

We can also chose not to curate. You can make a list of the 100 Best Fanfic and just quietly not link to or mention the 20,000 RPFs of bigoted youtubers eating each other. No problem!

We can also make things not publicly available. This happens surprisingly often: like, sometimes there'll be a YouTube channel of alt-right bigotry that gets taken down by YouTube, but someone gives a copy to the internet archive, and they don't make it publicly available. Because it might be useful for researchers, and eventually historians, it's kept. But putting it online for everyone to see? That's just be propaganda for their bigotry. So it's hidden, for now. You can ask to see it, but you need a reason.

And we can say all these things, we can chose to delete it later, we can not curate it, we can hide it from public view... But we only have these options BECAUSE we archived it.

If we didn't archive it, we have no options. It is gone. I'm focusing on the negative here, but think about the positive side:

What if it turns out something we thought was junk turns out to be amazing new art?

What if something we thought of as pointless and not worth curating turns out to be influential?

What if something turns out to be of vital historical importance, the key that is used to solve a great mystery, the Rosetta stone for an era?

All of those things are great... If we archived it when we could.

Because this is an asymmetric problem:

If we archived it and it turns out it's not useful, we can delete.

If we didn't archive it and it turns out it is useful, OOPS!

You can't unlose something that's been lost. It's gone. This is a one way trip, it's already fallen off the cliff. Your only hope is that you're wrong about it being lost, and there is actually still a copy somewhere. If it's truly lost, your only option is to build a time machine.

And this has happened! There are things lost, so many of them that we know of, and many more we don't know of. There are BOOKS OF THE BIBLE referenced in the canon that simply do not exist anymore. Like, Paul says to go read his letter to the Laodiceans, and what did that letter say? We don't know. It's gone.

The most celebrated playwright in the English tradition has plays that are just gone. You want to perform or watch Love's Labours Won? TOO FUCKING BAD.

Want to watch Lon Cheyney's London After Midnight, a mystery-horror silent film from 1927? TOO BAD. The MGM vault burnt down in 1965 and the last known copy went up in smoke.

If something still exists, if it still is kept somewhere, there is always an opportunity to decide if it's worthy of being remembered. It can still be recognized for its merits, for its impact, for its importance, or just what it says about the time and culture and people who made it, and what they believed and thought and did. It can still be a useful part of history, even if we decide it's a horrible thing, a bigoted mess, a terrible piece of art. We have the opportunity to do all that.

If it's lost... We are out of options. All we can do is research it from how it affected other things. There's a lot of great books and plays and films and shows that we only know of because other contemporary sources talked about them so much. We're trying to figure out what it was and what it did, from tracing the shadow it cast on the rest of culture.

This is why archivists get anxious whenever people say "this thing is bad and should not be preserved". Because, yeah, maybe they're right. Maybe we'll look back and decide "yeah, that is worthless and we shouldn't waste the hard drive or warehouse space on it".

But if they're wrong, and we listen to them, and don't archive... We don't get a second chance at this. And archivists have been bitten too many times by talk of "we don't need copies, the original studio has the masters!" (it burnt down), or "this isn't worth preserving, it's just some damn silly fad" (the fad turned out to be the first steps of a cultural revolution), or "this media is degenerate/illegal/immoral" (it turns out those saying that were bigots and history doesn't agree with their assessment).

So we archive what we can. We can always decide later if it doesn't need preserving. And being a responsible archivist often means preserving things but not making them publicly available, or being selective in what you archive (I back up a lot of old computer hard drives. Often they have personal photos and emails and banking information! That doesn't get saved).

But it's not really a good idea to be making quality or moral judgements of what you archive. Because maybe you're right, maybe a decade or two later you'll decide this didn't need to be saved. And you'll have the freedom to make that choice. But if you didn't archive it, and decide a decade later you were wrong... It's just gone now. You failed.

Because at the end of the day I'd rather look at an archive and see it includes 10,000 things I think are worthless trash, than look at an archive of on the "best things" and know that there are some things that simply cannot be included. Maybe they were better, but can't be considered as one of the best... Because they're just gone. No one has read them, no one has been able to read them.

We have a long history of losing things. The least we can do going forward is to try and avoid losing more. And leave it up to history to decide if what we saved was worth it.

My dream is for a future where critics can look at stuff made in the present and go "all of this was shit. Useless, badly made, bigoted, horrible. Don't waste your time on it!"

Because that's infinitely better than the future where all they can do is go "we don't know of this was any good... It was probably important? We just don't know. It's gone. And it's never coming back"

#Archivist ranting

[calder]

In every mainline Fallout game except for New Vegas, players can earn the loyalty of a dog known as “Dogmeat.” As part of the main quest of Fallout 4, Dogmeat assists in tracking down the antagonist, even if the player has never encountered him before. When you leave Kellogg’s home, Nick simply starts talking about Dogmeat as if he’s a known quantity.

Perhaps related to this quirk of the world, Dogmeat is first named in this game when the clairvoyant Mama Murphy recognizes him and addresses him by name. The game’s UI calls him “DOG” until he is recognized by Valentine or Murphy. It seems clear that this german shepherd is somehow an independent agent with a good reputation, or something.

Dogmeat does not have a loyalty quest associated with him, which is how the player would earn the other companions’ perks. However, upon finding Astoundingly Awesome Tales #9 within the Institute, Dogmeat becomes more resistant to damage. While this isn’t coherent or conclusive evidence of Dogmeat being a synth, it’s plainly prompting the audience to consider that idea. In light of these factors, his origins have been fiercely debated among the community.

The skeptics and “hard sci-fi” fans out there would have you believe that he’s merely a famous stray dog who solves crimes. But I believe there's something more remarkable at work.

There's a section in the Fallout 2 instruction book called the Vault Dweller's Memoirs, where the player character of the first game recounts what canonically happened. Due to Fallout’s famously terrible companion AI, if you travelled to Mariposa with Dogmeat, he would consistently run into the force fields and get vaporized. So, in the Memoirs, we learn that this is exactly what became of Dogmeat Prime, in canon. He loyally sprinted into a wall of solid light, and disappeared. What if our buddy simply awoke in a new, confusing place?

In Fallout 2, Dogmeat must be found at the Cafe of Broken Dreams, which is explicitly a liminal space. It appears randomly to travellers in the desert. The NPCs within are frozen in time, such as a young version of President Tandi, who mentions that Ian went to “the Abbey,” an area cut from the game. To gain Dogmeat’s trust, the Chosen One must equip the Vault Dweller’s V-13 jumpsuit, which Dogmeat recognizes as belonging to his dead master. You can also attack him to spawn Mad Max, who claims ownership of the dog. Max fits the description of Dogmeat's original owner given in Fallout.

There’s also the “puppies” perk in Fallout 3, which enables you to restore Dogmeat, in the event of his death. “Dogmeat’s puppy” inherits his base and ref ids. In other words, they ARE the same NPC, just renamed. So, the way this actually articulates is that whenever Dogmeat dies in combat, you can find him waiting for you back at Vault 101. In practice, it’s almost Bombadilian.

Lastly, please consider the following developer context.

In June of 2021, the dog who performed Dogmeat’s motion capture and voice for Fallout 4 passed away. A statue of her was placed outside of every Vault in the China-exclusive sequel to Fallout Shelter. She still watches over each player.

River's owner, developer Joel Burgess, honored her in a brief thread about her involvement in the game, and shared much about his thought process and design goals while leading the character’s development. The Dogmeat project changed course early on, after Mr. Joel saw a new member of the art team gathering references of snarling German Shepherds. This motivated him to bring River into the studio, so the artists and developers could spend time with her.

He wanted to steer the team away from viewing Dogmeat as a weapon, and towards viewing him as a friend. Everything special about Dogmeat was inspired by River. For example, whenever you travel with Dogmeat, he’s constantly running ahead of you to scout for danger, then turning to wait for you. This was inspired by River’s consistent behavior on long walks. The only way they were able to motivate River to bark for recordings was by separating her from Joel while he waited in the next room. Reading the thread, it’s very clear that he hoped Dogmeat would make players feel safe, encouraging them to explore, and to wonder. In his closing thoughts, he said the following:

-Joel Burgess

Mr. Joel felt it was important to express that the ambiguity of Dogmeat’s origin in Fallout 4 was deliberately built into his presentation. He also felt it was important that you know Dogmeat loves you. Dogmeat was designed, on every level, to reflect the audience’s inspirations, and to empower their curiosity.

The true lore of Dogmeat is a rorschach test. The only “right” answer is to pursue whatever captures your imagination.

#dogmeat #v13 #meta #companions #animal death t

[elmhat]

on entering the secret club of dreblr

I wasn't sure how to say it yesterday, because I didn't really know how deeply into dreblr the people I was addressing already were, but here's the basics for anyone new here:

There is no secret club of dreblr! I lied! There's no authority you need to ask to participate and there's no password you need to learn. It's genuinely just a tag on tumblr. We love new people!

Literally all you have to do to get noticed is interact with the community. This can be by posting to the #dreblr tag, but it can also be by leaving nice tags on things you reblog, sending asks to people you find interesting, or probably a whole bunch of other things I'm forgetting about.

The only "unspoken rule" (I guess?) is that we all view c!Dream in a similar way: as someone who is NOT irredeemably and unambiguously evil.

so why use #dreblr and not #c!dream?

As the old legend goes, dreblr was created as a space for c!Dream fans who don't view him the same way as most traditional dsmp fans do. Certain things are very important to us to acknowledge, the most important of which being c!Dream's humanity. This post by vault explains it in more detail.

This would also be a good time to mention that #dreblr is for posts related to c!Dream specifically. For posts about the content creator Dream, you're probably looking for #dreamblr or #dtblr. If you can't remember which one is which, it might be a good idea to look through the tags to see what kinds of things other people are posting there.

Anyway, please feel free to join in! We really don't gatekeep (unless of course your opinions are wildly incompatible with the ones above). And you can make whatever kinds of posts you like: art, fics, essays, general incoherent thoughts, shitposts, you name it. Welcome to the ultra super top secret club.

P.S. I wanted to make this post quickly and there's definitely some stuff I'm forgetting, so feel free to add to this.

#dreblr #random elm thoughts

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Welcome to the volcanic rock house (it has a bunch of other rocks, too). Still sitting on the market, I've posted it before. Built in 1978 it's right on Lake Lyndon B. Johnson off the Colorado River, in Horseshoe Bay, TX. 6bds, 6ba, $13.5M.

Rocky front steps up to the front door. Odd placement of railings- I guess you shouldn't walk up the center.

Cement doors flanked by lava rock.

A matching curved wall. Note the stone flooring and random piece of lava rock on the left.

Steps down to a living room with a view of the lake. Natural lava rock forms decorate the stairs and rails. There's also a lava rock fireplace.

Terrace. Don't even think of diving off the terrace into the lake. Look at those rocks. (Murder-make-it-look-like-an-accident-scene?)

The kitchen has tree trunk custom-made cabinetry. I don't know if it's real or simulated. The island, however, is real lava rock. I think that the counters are real wood, but they could be laminate. There's also a large wine rack in the wall.

Double doors open to a bedroom. The whole house has amazing views of the LBJ River.

The spacious room has a vaulted ceiling and a private terrace.

The en-suite has a tile shower, tile sink counter and stone bowl-style sink.

The primary suite is huge and even has a loft, plus a vaulted ceiling.

There's even an accordion door to close out the light. Did they leave a piece of art?

There's an office area with a desk and cabinetry.

The terrace.

It has a large, rounded en-suite with tile and stone. Look at the shower- there's a bench to look out at the river. You could sit there naked, and wave to the boats going by.

Lava rock halls.

Outside is an infinity pool.

Covered stone patio with an outdoor kitchen.

Large wood deck beside the boat dock.

Gotta have a boat dock when you're right on a lake.

Beautiful natural landscaping.

Lots of rocks in the lake.

4.06 acres of property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/122-Estate-Dr-Horseshoe-Bay-TX-78657/2062670194_zpid/?

#lava rock house #lake houses #houses #house tours #home tour

[cc-zerozero-ff]

Some important Unknown Quirks that I've noticed after watching compilations of its animations and dialogue nine million times while trying to draw it:

Whenever it vaults a window, you can hear its unseen slimy body sloshing around underneath the human skin it's wearing.

During its Mori animation, as it bends its legs over its head you can see its waistline jiggle and shift like there's something weird and wet inside of it. You can also see its swollen, lumpy back jiggling as it runs.

When you hear it talking, you can also hear this fucked up chittering and gurgling underneath the distorted voice. When you're Weakened, the voice suddenly sounds normal, and that chittering and gurgling is replaced by human whimpers and groans of pain. It's super freaky.

While it mostly repeats things its victims have said in order to toy with the people it's stalking, it isn't a mindless animal. It is also perfectly capable of conveying its own thoughts. It's sardonic ("You give me the creeps" and "Why so nervous tonight?" in its lobby commentary, and "Here's looking at you" and "Gotcha!" its Mori commentary), and kind of arrogant ("I, the nameless legend," "Tonight, the world at my feet," and "I deal in strange," in its lobby lines, "Now I'm mad" in its Mori lines). It just chooses not to talk to its victims like real people until right before it kills them.

When it pulls a survivor out of a locker, it turns its head completely backwards to look at them as it adjusts its hold on them. When it's stunned by a palette, its head gets knocked around in a full circle, and then it unwinds it back to face forward again. When breaking a palette, it leans back on its arms and on the leg that's facing backwards, since the knee would bend normally when it's leaning back.

The UVX launcher comes out of the bottom left (its left, not ours) hole in its throat. This hole is slightly bigger than the other three in its official bust render, and possibly in its official art as well, although it's tough to see. There's a third small tentacle above it that isn't rendered in the first-person view.

#the Unknown #Dead By Daylight #DBD #I love this guy #that thang

[katealpha]

Art from LewiNog

Been replaying the Arkham Trilogy (I don’t own Origins), and when I got to City, an idea just popped into my head about during the parts when Selena is looking for help from Ivy. I fully wrote out the idea and even played it out with a character AI. Let’s see how you like this!

Just before Protocol 10 is activated, Catwoman is still in the thrall of Ivy. After they make that deal, Ivy does decide to let her live, but decides to leave Selena with a parting gift. Just before letting her go, she has one of her vines pump something into Selena’s mouth before dropping her, and refusing to elaborate what she just did. On the way to the vault, Catwoman complains about her stomach hurting, and she’s in the vault, she complains that she feels bloated. Like she ate way too much ham on Thanksgiving.

When she gets the loot from the vault, she drops the plant on the ground and this ends up triggering something inside. Her stomach groans audibly and she leans on the table, her belly growing out to full term size. She’s understandably in shock and vows to get Ivy back for this. She then, while in this condition, beats the TYGER guards and as she’s leaving with the cases, complains about the movement she feels. After that, she goes after Bruce who was buried under rubble.

Once she helps Bruce, he asks what happened and she bluntly tells him that Ivy did something to her, and that she thinks she’s pregnant, teasing that it could be his. Batman advices her to leave and go to a hospital.

After Protocol 10 ends, she goes back for her stuff, only to nearly die in the explosion, which sparks her maternal instincts kicking in, hoping the “thing” inside her is okay. She then goes after Two-Face, going through the museum in her condition, with Penguin and the thugs commenting on her new swollen appearance.

Two-Face threatens her “baby” after he’s subdued and she knocks him out before leaving. She meets with Bruce again, who then implores her to at least go to the Batcave or Freeze to figure out what’s happening. Selena declines, saying that maybe it’s Ivy’s pheromones getting to her, but she feels as light as a feather despite being extremely pregnant, and wants to at least get what’s left of her loot. So her default look from then on a full term pregnant Catwoman fight her way across Arkham City.

A riddler story for Knight would reveal that Catwoman went into labor very shortly afterwards and was able to get Batman’s help, brought to the Batcave. The birth nearly kills her, but she gives birth to a big, plant-based cat, which eventually grows to the size of a Tiger. In Knight, you encounter the beast and it leads you to the Orphanage that riddler is keeping Selena, who views the creature like her child.

#batman #arkhamverse #arkham city #catwoman #selena kyle #pregnant kink #rapid pregnancy #pregnant #pregnancy

[wavesoutbeingtossed]

Screaming from the crypt (or how the past haunts the present on Midnights)

I know it's been discussed so much since Midnights came out but just.

I love how there is such a clear narrative throughout the album (and perhaps especially on the 3am/Vault tracks). About questioning and regret and choices and coming to terms with all of it. It is one long story about how we're all a mosaic of the choices we make, each one taking something from us and leaving something else in its place.

(And now a disclaimer: I'm looking at this mostly through a narrator/subject lens, and trying not to dive too deeply into real-life events or speculation except for in a general sense. For this purpose I like to look at the body of work as art, like literature, because I find it makes it easier to see the common threads in the different songs and cohesion in the narrative.)

In looking at the 3am+ tracks in particular, it's fascinating how some turns of phrases or themes repeat themselves in different songs, in different contexts. (I'm only focusing on the non-standard tracks because there are too many songs and I'd be here all day but I bet I could do a part two lol.) I know many people have pointed out the parallels throughout her discography already and I’m not saying anything groundbreaking by writing this, but I love how these parallels run through in the same album, because it makes it seem like it's one long story, or at least, one long rumination on many different stories that are coalescing into a single narrative.

Battle (let’s go)

For instance, the one that jumped out at me when I started writing this post the other week was, "Tore your banners down, took the battle underground," in The Great War and "If clarity's in death, then why won't this die? Years of tearing down our banners, you and I," in Would've, Could've Should've. It's a story about staying stuck in the same cycle of reliving trauma and coping mechanisms and bad habits over and over again and fantasizing about how taking the “antagonist” out and gaining the upper hand for good would bring closure (WCS), but the truth is that nothing ever will. All that cycle does, though, is repeat itself in other situations, and in this case pushes someone away the narrator cares for (TGW). The difference is that the imagined battle in WCS is a two-way street in her mind (that is ultimately unwinnable because it was never a fair fight), but in TGW it's one-sided -- she's the one fighting dirty, taking shots, the way she'd been doing in her imagination (or nightmares) all these years. But the person in front of her isn't fighting back the way the person in her mind in WCS would, because their intentions are honourable instead of exploitative.

And that's paralleled in another pair of lyrics from the two songs, "And maybe it's the past talking, screaming from the crypt, telling me to punish you for things you never did," (in TGW) and "The tomb won't close, I fight with you in my sleep," (in WCS). In both cases, the funeral imagery makes it seem like this past event should be dead and buried in WCS, but it keeps rising from the dead, haunting her no matter what she does and in TGW, another (or perhaps the same?) tomb that won't close keeps unleashing new ways to hurt her and in turn the new person in her life. In other words, the trauma from the past continues to bleed into the present.

(Again from a literary point of view, I'm not saying the events of the two songs are linked IRL, but they're fascinating textual parallels on the album as a string of chapters, which is why Dear Reader is so compelling, but that's a whole other essay.)

To keep the battle motif going, there’s yet another parallel, this time between TGW’s "[You were a] soldier down on that icy ground, looked up at me with honor and truth," and You’re Losing Me’s "All I did was bleed as I tried to be the bravest soldier, fighting in only your army.” In the former, the subject is laying down his armour in the war she’s projecting onto him, waving the white flag, and she realizes that she’s about to destroy something if she doesn’t put her sword down too. By the time we get to YLM, the roles are almost reversed; at the very least they’re supposed to be on the same team, but in this case she’s doing all the heavy lifting, fighting for their relationship in contrast to his apathy killing it. It’s also pretty interesting (if not outright intentional) that one of the 3am+ editions of the albums starts with The Great War, where they find themselves in conflict (even if it’s in her head) that ends in a truce, and ends with You’re Losing Me signalling the end of the relationship, evidence that the resolution in the first song wasn’t an ending but merely a ceasefire before the last battle.

Putting the rest under a cut because this is waaaaay too long now ⤵️

(There’s also another metaphor there in The Great War with its battle imagery: World War I, aka The Great War, was supposed to be the war to end all wars, because loss on its scale was never seen before and when it ended, most thought never again would the world embroil itself in such battle, the horrors and implications were so devastating. Two decades later, the world found itself in WWII, with an even larger scope and more horrific consequences, the intervening time between the two a period of festering conflicts and resentment leading to some of the worst acts the world would see. Bringing real life into it for a second, there’s something a little poetic, though sad, about The Great War the song being about a fight that could have ended the relationship that they ultimately resolved and was meant to be evidence of the strength of their love, but so too did it end up being a period of détente, the greater battle coming for them years later. But that is not the point of this post.)

If one thing had been different

Another major theme in these editions is pondering the "what ifs?" of life, but I think it takes on even more significance in the broader context of the album in the lyrics of "I'm never gonna meet what could've been, would've been, should've been you," in Bigger than the Whole Sky and the repetition of would've/could've in Would've, Could've, Should've (I would've looked away at the first glance, I would've stayed on my knees, I would've gone along with the righteous, I could've gone on as I was, would've could've should've if I'd only played it safe, etc.) In both songs, the narrator is mourning an alternate course their life could have taken* and questioning what they could have done differently, in the aftermath of trauma and loss, and the regret that comes with that loss, and with the loss of agency in the situation because ultimately it was never in their hands. In an album full of questions, wondering about the path not taken, or the forks in the road that have led to a different version of your life, it's digging deeper into the contrast of choice vs. fate, action vs. reaction, dwelling on the past vs. moving on. When you're supposed to let go of the past, what do you do when it is holding your future hostage?

(*I know there are different interpretations/speculation about BTTWS which I am not getting into on main. I'm just saying that whatever the song is about, it's grieving something that never came to be. The literal origin of the song is less important to the album than the sense of loss it portrays. Whatever the inspiration is, it's crafted to tell part of the story of Midnights of ruminating over how, to borrow from her previous work, if one thing had been different, would everything be different?)

(Also I was today years old when I realized that the words are inverted in the two songs. Apparently I've been hearing BTTWS wrong this whole time.)

There's also an interesting tangent in the role of faith in both songs: in WCS, the events of the story cause her to lose her faith (e.g. "All I used to do was pray," "you're a crisis of my faith,") and question all the things she felt had been unquestionable until that point in her life (e.g. "I could have gone along with the righteous"), whereas in BTTWS, she questions whether that very lack of faith is to blame for the loss in that song ("did some force take you because I didn't pray? [...] It's not meant to be, so I'll say words I don't believe"). It's like pinpointing the moment her life changed and upended her beliefs (WCS), but as a result then leaving her unmoored in times of crisis because ultimately there's no explanation or comfort to be taken from what she used to hold true before that (BTTWS). The words she once relied upon to guide her have long since lost their meaning, but in times of trouble it leaves her wondering if that faith she once held then lost could have prevented this pain.

(Shoutout to WCS for being Catholic guilt personified lol.)

To keep on with the vaguely faith-y notions, an obvious parallel is the line in Would’ve Could’ve Should’ve about, “I damn sure never would've danced with the devil at nineteen,” and, "When you aim at the devil, make sure you don't miss," in Dear Reader. All of WCS is about her fighting with an antagonist who haunts her, with whom she wholly regrets ever becoming involved. DR could be seen as a reflection on that fall from grace, warning the audience that if you choose to go after the person (or thing) haunting you, make sure you do so clearheaded enough to be decisive. Again, these “devils” may not be related in real life: the IRL devil in DR could be speaking about her naysayers, or Kim*ye, or Scott & Scooter B, etc., meaning not to cross your enemies until you know you can win. But taking real life out of it and looking at it textually, I am intrigued by the link between WCS and DR, so that’s what I’m going with here. And perhaps that’s even the point in a wider sense; there will be multiple “devils” in your life, or threats to your well-being. If you’re going to commit to taking them down — whether it’s an actual person, or the demons inside you that refuse to let you go — make sure you have the right ammo so that they can no longer hurt you. (Of course, one lesson from these experiences is that sometimes you can’t win, and you have to live with the fallout.)

(Sidebar: I know that “dancing with the devil” is a turn of phrase that means being led into temptation and engaging in risky behaviour, as opposed to describing the actual person. Given the religious metaphors in the song, that could very well be/is the intention, particularly when it’s preceded by, “I would have stayed on my knees” as in she would have continued to follow her faith — in whatever sense that means — had she never met this person, which could also be a more eloquent way of saying she would have continued to be live her life in a way that was righteous (even naive) and seen the world in black and white. Either way, it’s a force she wholly rejects. Like I said, multiple devils, same fight.)

Regret comes up too: in WCS, she says, "I regret you all the time," obviously directed at the person who manipulated her and led to her perceived downfall, citing him as the one impulse she wished she'd never followed, because it won't leave her no matter how hard she’s tried. In High Infidelity, she tells the person to, "put on your records and regret me," and on the surface, it’s like she’s turning the tables, painting herself as the one now causing the regret in someone else, the one inflicting the pain this time. Yet the verse preceding it and the lines following it in the chorus depict a partner who is also emotionally manipulative and vindictive like in WCS (“you said I was freeloading, I didn’t know you were keeping count,” “put on your headphones and burn my city,”). It’s not so much that she’s intentionally harming the person (the way the person in WCS does to her), but rather that the venom in the subject’s feelings towards her seeps through; she’s imagining the way he’s going to feel about her when she leaves, hating her just for by being who she is. (There could be another tangent about how in both songs she’s there to be a “token” in a game for both of the men, who play her for their own purposes.) The regret is dripping with disdain. It’s as though she’s picturing how the person is going to hate her for doing what she’s thinking of doing the way she hates the person who first hurt her.

Sadness, unsurprisingly, shows up in a few lyrics. In BTTWS, “Everything I touch becomes sick with sadness,” sets the scene of a person so overcome with grief that it permeates everything around them; they cannot see their way out of it and feel like the fog will never lift. In Hits Different, it’s, “My sadness is contagious,” the result of a breakup where the person’s grief again touches everything and everyone around them, pushing them further in their despair and loneliness. The reason behind the grief in either case may vary, but regardless of the source, the feeling is overpowering and isolating. They may be different chapters in the story, but the devastation is hauntingly familiar. (As is a recurring theme in Midnights as a whole: there are situations and feelings that present themselves at different points in her journey and colour in the lines in different ways along the road. Like revisiting an old vice and realizing the hit isn’t quite the same as it was in the past.)

Death by a thousand cuts

She also writes about wounds on this album, which isn't surprising I suppose given that the whole conceit is that these are things that have kept her up at night over the years. WCS is perhaps the driving narrative on this never ending hurt when she sings, “The wound won't close, I keep on waiting for a sign, I regret you all the time,” suggesting that no matter what she does, the pain of this experience has permeated everything she’s done afterwards. (Not unlike the overwhelming grief in BTTWS, for instance.) Elsewhere, in High Infidelity she sings, "Lock broken, slur spoken, wound open, game token," and in Hits Different, "Make it make some sense why the wound is still bleeding.” Again I'm not suggesting they're about the same events; the line in HI is about a situation where a partner crosses a boundary, hits below the belt, picks at an insecurity (or creates a new one) and treats the relationship like it's transactional, opening the floodgates in turn. In HD, the wound seems to be more self-inflicted, where she's pushed the person away. (Over a situation real or imagined she feels she needs distance from.) But again, something has picked at her like a raw nerve, and just like in the past, she's hurting, even in a different time and place and person. Almost like the wounds of the past break open over and over again to create new scars. If one were to extrapolate further, it wouldn’t be the biggest leap to wonder if the wound open in WCS, then torn apart in HI makes the one in HD hurt even more.

(I once wrote a post about how I think as time goes on, WCS is going to turn into one of those songs that will be found to drive so much of her work, because it’s just… kind of the unsaid thesis statement of so much of her songwriting.)

Another repeated theme is that of the empty home and loneliness. In High Infidelity, she sings, "At the house lonely, good money I'd pay if you just know me, seemed like the right thing at the time," painting a picture of someone who may have everything they'd want to the outside world, but in reality feels metaphorically trapped in their home (or at least alone amidst abundance), a symbol of a relationship gone sour and a failure to build connection. She just wants someone to understand her, want her for her, but as she's written earlier in the song, she's just a pawn in the game, a trophy from the hunt. Home, in this case, is lonely, isolated, an emblem of her fears. In Dear Reader, she continues this thread, then singing, "You wouldn't take my word for it if you knew who was talking, if you knew where I was walking, to a house not a home, all alone 'cause nobody's there, where I pace in my pen and my friends found friends who care, no one sees you lose when you're playing solitaire." It's the same idea, admitting to listeners that the gilded cage she lived in kept her distanced from her loved ones and real connection, keeping her struggles close to the vest but feeling desperately lonely amidst her crowning success. She's pushed people away and it may have felt like the right thing at the time, but in the end maybe felt like she was trapped. And when you push people away, eventually they take you at your word and stop pushing back; you’re a victim of your own success at isolating yourself. What starts out of self-preservation then further perpetuates the underlying problems.

(There's another interesting link about "home" also feeling unsafe with HI's "Your picket fence is sharp as knives," which further leads into the theme of marriage/domesticity feeling dangerous, which is a whole other thing I won't get into here because it's another discussion and may derail this already gargantuan word salad.)

In a slightly similar vein, we have the metaphor of bad weather for a rocky road or unstable relationship, in High Infidelity again with, "Storm coming, good husband, bad omen, dragged my feet right down the aisle" and You’re Losing Me’s "every morning I glared at you with storms in my eyes.” They aren’t speaking of the same situation or even same kind of breakdown, but it is pretty interesting how the idea of clouds/storms/floods/etc. play such a role in Taylor’s music to signal depression, apprehension, fear, uncertainty, etc. In HI, I think the “storm” coming is the looming threat of commitment to a partner who makes the narrator uneasy (if not fearful). In this case, the idea of making a life with this person is not one that incites joy or comfort, but instead makes the narrator feel that dark times are ahead if she continues down this path. Perhaps in some way, the “storms” in YLM have made good on the threat in HI in a different way; it’s a different home, a different relationship, but the clouds have settled in regardless, and some of her fears have come to fruition in ways she did not expect. The person she once trusted no longer sees her or her struggles (or worse, doesn’t care), and the resentment and pain build with each passing day.

Coming back to heartbreak, one of the obvious "full circle" moments is the beginning of a relationship in Paris, where she says that, "I'm so in love that I might stop breathing," clearly enthralled in a new love that allows her to shut the world out and grow in private, capturing the all-encompassing nature of the relationship. This infatuation has consumed her in the most wonderful way (in contrast to the sorrow of some of the previous songs), and it feels like a life-altering (or even life-sustaining?) force that is so strong she may forget what it’s like to breathe. (Metaphorically speaking, of course.) By the end of the album, though, in You're Losing Me, that heart-stopping love has become a threat: "my heart won't start anymore for you." In the former, her racing heart is full of excitement, but by the latter, her heart has given out completely under the weight of the pain she bears. (YLM is full of death/illness imagery which I already wrote about awhile ago so I won't hear, but needless to say that song deserves its own essay for so many reasons.) She's gone from the unbridled joy of the beginnings of a relationship to the unrelenting sorrow of its end, two sides of the same coin.

Love as death appears elsewhere in the music too, for instance, in High Infidelity’s, “You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love, the slowest way is never loving them enough" and You’re Losing Me’s “How can you say that you love someone you can't tell is dying? […] My face was gray, but you wouldn't admit that we were sick.” Though not completely analogous situations, they both tell the tale of one partner’s apathy (or at least denial) destroying the other. In the former, the partner’s actions (or inaction) are more insidious, if not sinister; in the latter, the lack of momentum (or admission of a problem) is passive. In both cases, the end result is the narrator’s demise; it’s a drawn out affair that chips away at her morale and her health and her sense of self. (Breaking my own rule about bringing in alleged actual events into the discussion, but the idea that the relationship in High Infidelity, which was obviously fraught with unease and even fear, ended in a similarly excruciatingly slow and hurtful death by a thousand cuts as the relationship in You’re Losing Me almost did at that time must have been so painful. It almost feels like YLM is wondering why what used to be a source of light in her life was mirroring a situation that caused her such pain in the past.)

From the same little breaks in your soul

I said early on that part of what is so compelling about Midnights is that it feels like an album about ruminating — on choices, on events, on people — and the two final “bonus” tracks of the album depict that as well. In Hits Different, she sings that, “they say if it’s right, you know,” an ode to the confusion of a breakup and struggling with the aftermath of calling it quits. It’s a line that has always intrigued me, because the typical use of the phrase is in the sense of, “you’ll know when you meet the one,” but here it seems to have a double meaning, a reassurance perhaps from the friends (who later on tell her that "love is a lie") that she’ll know if she’s made the right decision in calling it off, but could also be her wondering if the relationship is right, she’ll know, and want to reconcile. In the final bonus track, You’re Losing Me, she sings, “now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time,” this time leaving no doubt about the dilemma she faces, though it’s no less fraught. She’s wondering, perhaps for the last time, if now is finally the moment to end the relationship for good. They say that if it’s right she’ll know, and now she’s wondering if that feeling inside her (that once told her her partner was the one, which is why it hit differently), is telling her that it’s time to go for good. Wait Alexa play “It’s Time To Go.” These are not only the things that keep her up at night, but the things that play over in her mind like a film reel in her waking hours.

Midnights as a whole is a deeply personal album, as is most of Taylor's work, but the 3am+ edition tracks seem to dig even deeper to a lot of the issues raised on the standard album. Almost like the standard tracks are the things she wonders about on sleepless nights, but the bonus tracks are the things that haunt her in the aftermath. The regret, anger, sadness, grief, relief, even joy— they’re the price she pays for the memories she keeps reliving. Midnights might be the most cohesive narrative of all her albums, and really does feel like we’re watching someone work through her journal over time, stopping short of outright naming those giant fears and intrusive thoughts (except for when she does) but making them plain as day when you connect the songs together, and perhaps never more clearly than in the expanded album. It’s incredible how the songs stand on their own to relay a specific moment in time, but that they are also self-referential to each other (whether thematically or overtly) to weave a larger web over the entire work. We’re so lucky as fans to have these stories and to keep peeling back these layers as time passes. (And my literature-analysis-loving ass loves her even more for it.)

This is obviously by no means an exhaustive list, and I know there are more parallels and probably even stronger links (particularly when you add the standard version into the mix), but these were the ones that particularly struck me and I’m just glad I’ve had a chance to sit with this and think it through. ❤️

#writing letters addressed to the fire #me thinking too hard about taylor lyrics #taylor swift #midnights #long post #lyrics analysis #song parallels #Gabby this one is for you friend <3 #here goes nothing #Happy Friday or something idk! #(also i know i said there are things i wouldn’t discuss on main but my dms are open lol) #this is not as structured or well plotted out as I wanted it to be #and turned out to be more stream of consciousness than legit essay #but whatever at least i got my thoughts out there and it can release some plot of land in my brain for other stuff to think over lol #If anyone ever reads this thank you! And I’m sorry? #The best compliment i ever got in school #was when we were doing an analysis of a poem in English lit in college #And i brought something up casually #and my prof went ‘I’ve been teaching this class for eight years and that’s the first time anyone’s ever brought it up like that’ #’and that just blew my mind’ #and i was like ‘who me?’ #so that’s all you need to know about me lol #Midnights: The Great War #Bigger than the whole sky #bttws #Midnights: Paris #Midnights: high infidelity #would’ve could’ve should’ve #Midnights: dear reader #midnights: bigger than the whole sky

[dduane]

...So I was noodling around with the above image as preliminary work for a piece of Middle Kingdoms concept art that's going to illustrate a chapter-heading rubric from The Door Into Sunset. And while working on it, I belatedly realized that to correctly set up that scene, I was first going to have to tear up the entire left-hand side of the image (and the space beyond it), because the new covered fish market I had in mind wasn't going to fit in the space.

So I rolled my eyes at myself (I should have seen this coming...), got busy tearing it up, and then built the fish market. It's very loosely based, as I think I mentioned somewhere here earlier, on the famous Vismarkt, the covered fishmarket in the center of Brugge in Belgium (a.k.a. Bruges). (Image via Carto.net.)

Back in medieval times, right through to the Renaissance and beyond, fish was originally sold in Bruges in the open, from wooden pallets. But other stallholders in the main market complained about the smell, and the fish-sellers themselves weren't happy with the venue: selling such perishable goods out in the broad (and often hot) daylight was suboptimal. A permanent, covered place for the fishmongers' stalls makes more sense. Yet at the same time, you want decent light on what you're selling or buying... just not direct sun.

Choosing the architecture for a market like this in Darthis city was also going to be an issue. The Vismarkt was installed in a new dedicated market square in 1821, with the architect opting for a Victorian-cum-Classical look: not something that would make sense in this alternate Earth—if I was seriously considering a straightforward copy, which I wasn't. However, the Darthene architectural aesthetic does contain both building styles very like our Romanesque style, and elements similarly reminiscent of Gothic. (Though in the Middle Kingdoms the AU-Romanesque wasn't abandoned when the kinda-Gothic came in, but coexists with it).

After I'd given the situation some thought, I found myself wanting something that drew on those two traditions... or would maybe kind of split the difference between them: a building open on all sides that would be relatively light and airy, recalling a tent or canopy. This kind of design's unquestionably made a lot easier in that universe by the availability of magic-workers able to pull stone out of the ground without excavation, and also able to fashion it into the desired shapes without the use of physical tools. So finally I settled on a broad, vaguely Gothic-styled cross or groined vault as the preferred shape for the roofs: then rummaged around to see what I could find in the local toolkit that would enable me to build it.

Semi-plan view:

Diagonal side view:

(Please note that all of these images are the result of the digital version of kitbashing, as I don’t currently have anything like the skills to create shapes like these in Blender.)

Better lighting in this case is fortunately a materials-technology issue, long since solved on our own Earth. The stone of the roof segments is what architects now would refer to as an "alabastrite marble", about an inch thick—light enough to need relatively little in the way of external supports, and thin enough to transmit light readily. This marble's name comes (probably obviously enough) from alabaster, which has been used on and off in European church windows since medieval times as an affordable alternative to glass, in times and places where that’s been expensive.

This approach has had occasional revivals in modern our-Earth architecture. However, since alabaster is only useful in relatively small pieces, and is vulnerable to heat and moisture, it's often replaced by thin-cut marble set in metal frameworks. One good example of this would be the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library at Yale. (image via Amusing Planet)

The thin-cut Vermont marble transmits light safely without endangering the documents. But sometimes genuine alabaster has been used, too: the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Angels in Los Angeles features tens of thousands of panes of it. (image via Expedia)

The equivalent use of marble in the royal Arlene library rr'Virendir, in Prydon city—replacing much ancient glass destroyed during the earthquakes accompanying the last battle of the Great War—is probably where the Darthene authorities got the idea for this implementation. And since the marble used in this construction would almost certainly have come from Arlen, light-colored marble being the country’s “vernacular" stone due to it being quarried all over the place there, it makes perfect sense for this marble to have been a gift of the Arlene Throne to the city of Darthis. And would also account for the presence of his grace the King over there by the market stall up against the wall, pretending to check out the produce while he also checks out the nearly-finished construction (and, idly, two of his spouses).

The Queen is after all very picky about making sure her contractors are getting things right. Yes, she jokes a lot about having lots of room in the dungeons if things go wrong... but sometimes, if you don't know her, it's hard to be sure she's joking.

Meanwhile, so far, it doesn't look too bad.

Things learned over the past couple of weeks, in between also doing other work:

Translucence is a bitch to master in Daz Studio

Certain aspects of Blender are conspiring with one another to make me scream

My rendering computer is displaying a tendency toward quirkiness in the memory department that would register as nearly endearing if I could figure out what was causing it

...But at least now that the set I need is pretty much done (except for some minor tightening, straightening, and tweaking of materials and color temperatures), I can turn my attention to the question of how to produce the rather specialized VFX required for the two shot I'm setting up. ...Yeah, all this work has been for a two shot. But that shot needs people in the background, and the right street furniture. And nature abhors an undressed set. ...See also: "the backs of the melons."

Next challenge: track down a source for heaps of digitized prawns. :)

#Middle Kingdoms #Darthis #fishmarket #Middle Kingdoms meta #Freelorn #Herewiss #Eftgan #and a cast of tens #also #Blender #argh

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Arranged verse, I want to see more Batman and Mrs.Wayne😔

There was a ridge that gave you a perfect view of the bridge. The juxtapositon of the edge of a stand of trees that had once been woods and swamp with the sprawl of the city and the harbor... it was a challenge, capturing that. But.

You liked a challenge sometimes. It gave you a way to fill the time. Not that anyone was going to care about your silly little paintings. But that was fine. It was nice to have something that was yours.

"It's dangerous out here," Batman said, frowning when you didn't turn.

"I don't think anyone would care very much if I went missing," you say practically. "The only reason it would matter is if my father wanted to get rid of someone else."

"Not even your husband-"

"I doubt it," you snort. There's no bitterness. Or sadness. It's all said as blandly as you'd point out that the sun rises in the east. The sun rises in the east, gravity is real, and no one would miss me. "I still don't know anything-"

"Do you want to know?"

"No."

Of course you don't, Bruce thought. If you know things you might have to do something about-

"I'm already in danger every time I step out my door. It would be easy for any of the families to use me- my death, maiming, or kidnapping, as a way to start a war. If I don't know anything they can't get information either."

Bruce stopped and peered over your shoulder. Letting your words penetrate. "How-"

"There are a set of rules," you explain. "Codes of conduct. Gentleman's agreements that are meant to keep people from behaving like complete animals." You do half turn then, "Just telling you these things exist could get me killed."

"What are they?"

"Wives are left out. Wives, daughters, and any son who isn't inheriting things. Thats first-

"Your husband isn't-"

"His family went legit, sure. But that doesn't mean there isn't dirty money in the vault still."

"Hn."

"I spent my summers working on preservation projects," you explain. "You can find a lot of things in Archives. Half the art in the manor was either stolen cheated for." You snort in spite of yourself. Not that it mattered, really but- there was something satisfying about knowing your husband didn't know that.

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #arranged!verse 2.0 #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert

[wreath-of-stars]

Helion's colour ref bc i kept forgetting how to draw him :'

a little rambling on his lore (may change someday):

Helion, a term in chemistry referring to the nucleus of helium. Forged in Iacon as a science lab field supervisor (specifically for anything that needs cryogenics)

Modeled for versatile and sudden movements, efficiency, and 3 different options for mobility (gliding, hovering, running) at all times.

Flight engines can run on energon, earth jet fuel (both last him a long while), or hydrogen (least effective, used as a last resort).

Runs much cooler than most other bots due to having a cryocooler built in. Carries around a type of fire extinguisher chemical blend at all times (commonly liquid nitrogen) , shoots it out of his arm or foot.

Fled from Nyon, and Cybertron as a whole, when rumors that citizen safety was being threatened, never bothered to look back or figure out who, as long as he got his colleagues and friends there out then they are safe. He does not want to return.

Never changed his Cybertronian helicopter model even when he crash landed on earth at the north pole, decided to become an industrial freezer instead. Got found by some scientists who never bothered to tell anyone out of Antarctica about his existence, they're pretty happy with him around actually!

He adores the job he had on Cybertron and is more than happy to help out the scientists, mostly because of his machine capability of processing chemicals safely for the humans and dispensing it in the exact amount they need. In turn, the scientists bring jet fuel and gives him regular maintenance and system checks.

Mostly docile and prefers to protect and flee than attack. Huge advantage withstanding extreme temperatures and small spaces doesn't guarantee durability against huge impact forces. He knows this well from observation.

The humans would refer to his stance nowadays as an anarchist due to him, while admitting to choose becoming a neutral, would rather take the government and factions that caused this mess down as a whole. He doesn't have any will to take actions as such and does not answer to nor want anything to do regarding his political stance.

Extra information not directly regarding him, but related to his lore in general:

he fled with his colleagues from Nyon, who he's not exactly close to. He barely remembers who they are anymore but he hopes they're alright, even without him to look after them on earth. He does miss his friends who didn't get to see leave from the evacuation.

the "spaceship" they used to escape was the titan who's assigned to accompany Helion's group from Iacon to other places on a regular basis. He was not fond of this titan at first but after some time drifting through space they become quite close. On earth, they got separated upon passing through the atmosphere, this titan would later be referred to as Pacific when Helion finds him again after years pass.

When Pacific does find Helion, he informed him that most of his colleagues and friends have left earth by tagging along with either Autobots or Decepticons, while some did stay on earth under either faction names. Helion feels slightly disappointed at this and asks him to leave, Pacific would not see him again for another 5 years and never spoke of the factions again with him.

Helion secretly feels a little guilty when the humans bring jet fuel to him on one of his first few critical maintenance on earth, it took quite a while for him to be assured that they're equally as happy to share things as he is with them. Sometimes, they would have sleepover parties near the base door connected to the hangar so he doesn't feel lonely.

by human standards, Helion is warm. He knows he isn't by Cybertronian standards though, he is just slightly colder than the average bot. The humans don't care about that apparently, nor did they care about the fact that he hates the ladders being used on maintenance and would rather hold up the tiny flesh beings. Seems like some of them enjoy that.

by size, Helion is about the same size as seekers, if not just being more squared and dense from his Cryocooler/ Industrial freezer alt mode kibbles. He's mostly specialized wires and tubes in a casing, thus hurting his plating won't do too much critical damage. Unless someone cuts off a number of the wires from him and doesn't return it.

his internal chemical processing build and chemical reserves actually allows him to make his own emergency fuel; hydrogen! In reverse, the same system allows Energon to be processed into Nitrogen and other chemicals, but Jet fuel is more complex to process so it makes less chemicals for him to use but lingers as fuel for long.

#transformers #transformers fanart #transformers oc #tf oc #tf ocs #Helion [tf oc] #HAHA THAT MUCH LORE?? IT'S 9PM WHAT HAPPENED..... #oh. that's my chemistry notes there. #view vault [art] #character lore #i guess? #character study #writing #and that. okay now im going to sleep.

[writeformesinpie]

Midnight Appetite

Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu 

Summary - You have found yourself in possession of an invite to the exclusive host club The Midnight Appetite. Within moments of walking into the establishment, one of the hosts sinks his claws in, staking his claim on you for the night. It isn’t long, though, before he adds another to your table. This isn’t how you thought your night would go. 

Genre - Smut / Host Club AU

Warnings - Smut, a tiny bit of member x member action, slight degradation, name calling, flirting, baiting, virginal fingering, teasing, nipple play, just all the things lol 

Word Count - 5k 

Tag List - @dontflailmenow​ @trashlord-007​ ~ Hope you like it! <3

   Craning your neck you stare up at the skyscraper in awe, the majestic glow of soft blue rays coming from the moon shimmering across glass in a playful dance. It’s bigger than you were expecting.

   A man in an immaculate suit adorned with a flat hat opens the door for you and ushers you inside. The interior doesn’t dull in comparison; white lights illuminate modern art and marble floors, with citrus scents guiding the way towards the reception desk.

   Flashing the platinum card you had been gifted, the receptionist shoots up from her seat, running around to the front of the desk to escort you back towards the elevators. She continues past four giant steel doors in the main lobby until the building forks. She lets you know she can’t go any further before pointing down the long empty corridor, white walls and bright lights leading the way.

   Continuing on by yourself down the lengthy hallway, the lights start to dilute with each step until you reach the end of the corridor where they dull to a practically nonexistent orange hum. There’s a single red button between two elevator doors; you push it and wait.

   The lift pings and the first set of doors open. The light inside is blue and reflects off the glass of the elevator walls, the full view of the park behind the skyscraper before you. The elevator is right on the edge of the building.

   “Good evening. Can you please hold up your card and ID?” A voice asks from above causing you to jerk back in alarm. Grabbing your lavender Michael Kors handbag from your side, you flick through your items until you clutch your purse. Finding the familiar card, you hold it and the platinum card up above your head. “Thank you and welcome to Midnight Appetite. Enjoy your ride. We’ll be waiting eagerly with bated breath.”

   Scoffing, you run a hand through your hair and look out the wide windows in an attempt to ignore the heat spreading across your cheeks. Sensual spa music plays from the speakers, loud enough to be heard but soft enough to allow for conversation as the lift starts to ascend.

   The blue light tinted the outside world in a serene melancholy and the busy streets become a distant blur the further you rise. The city lights flicker silently, sinking into the darkness surrounding the buildings they hide within.

   There’s a chair in the corner of the small room, no doubt for patrons who can’t stand for more than five minutes; the ride up is not for the faint of heart. The building is one of the highest in the city, and this particular elevator seems intent on having you bask in the glow of the skyscape.

   It’s breathtaking, you can’t deny it, but you wonder if such an expensive establishment could perhaps invest in a quicker form of transportation. Biting your lip, your mind reels at the possibilities of what lies beyond these doors as you move closer to the cool glass, letting vertigo set in. Surely you’re close now?

   Right as you debate whether or not you should sit the elevator levels out with a ping. The doors open on a lavish scene; plush red carpet leads from the elevator to a line of sleek black booths, most already filled with other customers and their chosen hosts. Chandeliers light up the area from vaulted ceilings, providing an intimate atmosphere cast in shadow as blue tones emanate throughout the room from the display case sitting proud and centre. The high-end alcohol sits pretty for everyone to see. The place reeks of money, every material is of the highest quality. The spacious area alone tells anyone who dares to walk through the doors just how much you need to be willing to pay to play.

   “Well hello gorgeous.”

   Gorgeous? Holy fuck. Look who’s talking. Soft strands of midnight black hair tease his face. He towers over you in a grey pinstripe suit, pastel pink tie loose around his toned chest right below the third unclasped button. He’s all leg; but it's his catlike eyes that hint of untold intimacy and sly smile that captivates, producing a need to know just what he has hidden behind that sleek exterior.

   “Ah, hello,” you say to Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, flashing your platinum card. His eyes flicker to the card then back to you. “I– It’s my first time coming here, so I don’t really know what I’m doing.”

   “A virgin?” he asks, his teeth peeking out as his smile turns into a wide grin. “They are gonna eat you up.”

   “Don’t scare the lady,” a voice says from behind you. You turn and are greeted with a bleach blond in a black turtleneck who upon seeing you gives you a toothy grin, his eyes practically disappearing as his face becomes all smiles and cheeks. Cute!

   “I wasn’t scaring her. I was warning her.”

   “You’re harassing her,” another host says, joining the group. His skin is airbrushed porcelain, his white locks caressing ethereal features. “You want to come with me?”

   “Hey, back up bud, I saw her first,” Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome says, entwining his fingers with yours. “I’ll take care of her.”

   “She’s free to choose who she wants, Mingyu,” the bleach blond says with a frown. “Jeonghan’s right – you’re harassing the lady.”

   “I’m not harassing her,” Mingyu says, his grip tightening slightly before he pulls you next to him, lifting your fingers to his lips. Swallowing hard as heat floods your face, you turn away from the other hosts in an attempt to conceal yourself. “We had a connection. We were in the middle of a moment before you two fools interrupted.”

   “Come on, Hoshi.” Jeonghan leans in, his lips brushing against your neck and whispers, “If this idiot does anything you don’t like, come and find me and I’ll drop everything to… entertain you.”

   Mingyu grunts out a gargled retort while pushing Jeonghan away with one hand and circling your body with the other. What have you gotten yourself into?

   “Good thing you put your platinum card away before they saw you,” he says, leading you down the red carpet. “They would have stuck to us like glue, sniffing at you like a bunch of dogs.”

   “Oh, is that so?”

   “Of course,” he says, his teeth back on display as he smiles at you from over his shoulder. “You’re an important guest. Plus, well, I mean I’m sure you have a mirror at home. You know you’re gorgeous.”

   Biting the inside of your lip you look down at your feet, letting him take you further into the club, his hand still clasped with yours. Walking past one of the tables, a host wearing several chains around his neck and a see-through shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination winks at you.

   “Come on, big boy. Don’t be like that.” You hear her husky voice before you see the woman. She’s drunk, her words slurring as she pushes a large man up against the wall behind the second-to-last table in the back. “You’re so sexy when you act so timid, baby.”

   Mingyu sighs, dropping your hand and asking you to wait a moment before he advances towards the couple. The other man dwarfs the woman but he shies away from her, searching the area like a caged animal about to make a daring escape. He’s wearing thin round reading glasses and a chequered vest over a collared shirt and you have to admit, you can see the appeal.

   “Don’t play dumb. Tell me how much I need to spend to take you home.” One of her hands is in his hair, the other is palming his crotch with a look of intoxicated glee plastered on her face. That is until Mingyu grabs her wrist, pulling it away from the gentle giant, allowing him to manoeuvre his way out of her grip. “What the hell?”

   “You can’t afford those… services, Ma’am.”

   The woman actually blushes, her free hand going to her face to cover a flash of a smile. Mingyu leans close to his co-worker in the vest for a moment before leading the woman away back down the way you came.

   The vest walks up to you, his eyes on the ground as he shuffles his feet and holds out his hand. “Can I take you to your table and keep you company while you wait for Mingyu?” The words are mumbled and hard to hear over the soft music and chatter in the air.

   “Sure.” He leads you to the corner table and you shuffle into the booth behind him. “What’s your name?”

   “Wonwoo. What about you?” You tell him your name and he tells you how lovely it is, his eyes fluttering around the room, never making contact with yours. Wonwoo is stunning. Flawless skin, chiselled bone structure and kind eyes.

   “Do–”

   “Let’s order something to drink! Oh. Sorry.” He looks down at his lap, hands twiddling together and you can’t help but want to mess with him. He hands you a menu and you glance at the selection briefly before ordering a bottle of the Louis Roederer, Cristal Brut 1990 Millennium Cuvee Methuselah. His eyes dart up, finding yours at last. “You’re aware that they mark everything up here, right?”

   “Of course,” you answer, with what you hope is a saucy grin. It is. His eyes widen for a moment before he looks away again, his eyes unable to stay still.

   “Sorry to make you wait,” Mingyu says, sliding next to you, his thighs brushing up against yours, sandwiching you between the two men. “Did you want something to drink?”

   “I’ll get it,” Wonwoo says, shooting up in his seat. Mingyu gives him a strange look before nodding, allowing Wonwoo to scurry down the carpet on his way to get the champagne.

   “I hope he didn’t do anything weird.” He rubs your thigh with the tip of his pinky, a lopsided grin adorning his face.

   “No, he was a perfect gentleman.”

   “Of course.”

   “Did you really expect him not to be?”

   “You might be surprised,” he says while leaning in to smell your hair. “That’s where that delicious scent is coming from. What type of shampoo do you use?”

   “Do you really care about my shampoo?”

   “Not really,” he admits with a chuckle. “But isn’t it nice to be doted on?”

   Before you can answer, Wonwoo is back with another host. No, not a host, his boss. This one oozes authority. He’s wearing a simple black suit, perfectly tailored. It screams money, couture. This is his establishment. He’s come over to see who you are and if you can pay.

   “Boss, what brings you here?” Mingyu asks with a quirk of his brow before his eyes settle on the champagne. “Ah, you noticed we have a platinum card guest.”

   “You should have told me.”

   “And leave our esteemed guest alone?”

   “You literally just escorted someone out.” The boss has thick lips and straight black hair that covers his brows, giving him an air of mystery that adds to his don’t-fuck-with-me attitude.

   “Oops,” Mingyu says with a shit-eating grin.

   While they start a heated argument in hushed whispers, somehow in denial that you can hear their conversation, Wonwoo places the champagne bottle down on a tray with ice and several glasses. You’ve only seen it once before (it’s pretty rare, you’re surprised to find it here) and you forgot how big it is, the size equivalent to something like eight regular bottles.

   He pours out the champagne with meticulous detail, each cube of ice lowered with a tiny tong, his hand covering the glass to keep it from spraying before offering you the glass. Swirling it, you inhale the fruity aromas before taking a sip and letting it linger on your tongue. It tastes like citrus. You take another sip and it goes down like silk.

   “You should pour yourself one too,” you say pointing towards the bottle.

   “What about me?” Mingyu asks, sliding back next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

   “I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay.”

   “We got it from here, boss,” Mingyu says, flicking his wrist in a ‘get lost’ gesture. The boss gives you a tight smile before walking over to another table. Mingyu leans in, his lips caressing your neck and whispers, “I’m so glad he’s gone so we can be alone.”

   “What about Wonwoo?” Wonwoo’s eyes shift to you then back to his drink as he sips on the champagne.

   “What about him?”

   “Well, we’re not really alone.”

   “You want to be alone with me? How shameless,” he says, his fingers playing with your hair as he places gentle kisses along your jawline.

   “Did you want me to leave?”

   You grab the ends of Wonwoo’s fingertips as he stands. The tiny touch is enough for him to sit back down. He doesn’t look at you and you can’t help but want to tease him more, to make him suffer. Just a little. Is that bad?

   “You don’t really strike me as the kind of person who wants to work at a place like this.”

   “The money is too good to refuse,” Mingyu says before nibbling on your ear.

   “Not you.” You turn to Wonwoo.

   “Me?” At your nod he gulps down the alcohol and says, “Oh, well, I kind of just fell into it.”

   “How does a big guy like you fall into something like this?”

   “Careful,” Mingyu warns as Wonwoo pours you another drink. “You’re playing with fire and I really don’t want to see you get burned.”

   You quirk a brow before looking back over at Wonwoo. “Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s cute. I’m sure there are a lot of women that look for that kind of thing. The kind of guy who they can dominate, the kind of man they can control.”

   Wonwoo pauses, a look flashes across his flawless features that you can’t pinpoint – it’s quick, almost imperceptible – before he hands you the drink, a small smile on his lips. The mood has changed. Did you hurt his feelings?

   “Why are you still talking about him when I’m right here?” Mingyu asks with a pout, pulling back from you. “I’m feeling neglected.”

   “Have some pride in your work and maybe you won’t be neglected,” Wonwoo says, sipping on his second drink. His deep voice coils around your body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

   “Have you ever kissed a man before, Wonwoo?”

   The question slips out without warning. Heat floods your face as you try to remain calm, keeping your chin up you stare at the flabbergasted male. His mouth’s agape, his eyes widening for a single moment before he sits up straight, pulling his shoulders back and somehow adding to his already impressive girth.

   “Is that something you’re into?” Mingyu asks with a smirk, looking between you and Wonwoo. When you don’t answer he scratches the back of his neck, looking back over his shoulder at one of the other tables before glancing back at Wonwoo.

   “Mingyu here’s devastatingly hot, am I right?” you tease, rubbing your hand up and down Mingyu’s thigh. “Looking at this stunning face every day? Must be hard to resist. And this body,” you say, grazing your nails down his chest over the silky material of his shirt, your eyes never leaving the cool stare of Wonwoo.

   “I– ah, huh?” Mingyu’s smile quivers as his ears tinge pink, his eyes darting around the room. Interesting.

   “Sex on legs. I wouldn’t be able to control myself if he was my co-worker.” You place your hand over your heart and sigh. Turning back to Mingyu you drink him in. It may be a part of the show you’re creating but he really is show-stopping beautiful. “Plus his hands. And his lips. He really knows what he’s doing if you get what I mean.”

   Mingyu stammers, stumbling over his words which all end up sounding like a gurgled mess. He shakes his head, turning it slightly away from you as he touches his face in an attempt to hide before jumping up. His arms flounder out until they make direct contact with the Louis Roederer. It happens so quickly. Mingyu’s face lights up into a comical expression of shock as the bottle tips and tumbles across the table. It makes a resounding crack against the floor. The silence is deafening as the three of you look at the broken glass and liquid as it seeps into the carpet.

   “Huh,” you say looking at the wasted champagne as it deepens the red material next to your table. “That’s a shame.”

   “Yeah,” Mingyu whispers as Wonwoo shakes his head before getting up and walking down the aisle no doubt in search of something to clean up the expensive mess. Mingyu stands next to the broken glass, his body facing the other side of the room, his head hung.

   Moments later Wonwoo is back, cleaning products in hand, followed by Jeonghan who comes bearing gifts. His fingers brush across his lips as he looks down at the mess Mingyu has made in an obvious attempt to cover a smile. He pushes past Wonwoo’s outstretched arm holding a pair of thick gloves and instead shimmies across the booth towards you, holding out what he calls the complimentary wine. It’s unmarked so you have no idea what it is.

   “I thought I told you to come and find me if he did anything stupid?” His fingers paint patterns on your back. “A woman of your calibre shouldn’t be left alone with someone so… inexperienced.”

   “Inexperienced? Screw you buddy,” Mingyu says, stepping over Wonwoo as he cleans up the remnants of the Louis Roederer to slide into place on your other side. He pulls you close to his chest before adding, “You’re not needed here.”

   “How cruel, both to me and this exquisite jewel you’ve hidden all the way in the back here in an attempt to dull her shine,” Jeonghan says, wrapping his leg around yours as he fondles your neck. His lips press up against your jaw, his line of sight set on Mingyu as he whispers, “Let me take care of you. I can make your every fantasy a reality.”

   “Get the fuck off her, you cretin!”

   “Knock it off, Mingyu.” The boss is back.

   “Me?” Mingyu stares up at him dumbfounded.

   “Yes, you,” he says before giving Jeonghan a look who in turns rolls his eyes then shrugs, leaning in and littering your neck with kisses before pulling back and tapping the tip of your nose with a wide grin. He excuses himself as the boss lowers his voice, his attention on Wonwoo. “Come chat with me in the corner for a moment when you’re done with that.”

   Wonwoo nods as he finishes up with the tiny handheld vacuum cleaner from his arsenal of cleaning supplies, the soft hum barely reaching the sound of a sigh. He scrubs at the carpet for a few moments as Mingyu pours you a glass of the mystery drink.

   “Ah, so. Ha,” Mingyu stumbles over his words as you sip on the fruity white champagne. Citrus and nuts tease your taste buds as you watch Wonwoo walk over to the dark corner. They speak in hushed whispers. Straining to hear them, you place a finger on Mingyu’s lips and tell him to make himself a drink. He pouts but he does as he’s told.

   Keeping your eyes on Mingyu and the table, your ears perk up, twitching when a legible word is uttered from the muttering mess in the corner. Epic mistake. The spilling of the wine no doubt.

   Mingyu starts to redden at your intent stare, searching the room, his neck floundering back and forth. Money’s worth.

   Looking down at your glass you swirl it around a few times. Man up. Frowning, you look over your shoulder towards the pair. They both nod in your direction before turning to face the wall. It’s harder to hear them now.

   Mingyu has collected himself once more, filling up your glass with a charming smile. Resisting the urge to mess with him again (because who knows where he’ll spill the wine this time), you instead lean back and let your body sink into the couch.

   “Remember what I said.” The voices are clearer now. A quick glance towards the corner reveals that they’re walking back towards the table. “If you can pull this off you’ll be the number one host. With all the benefits that provides.”

   “I apologise again for the commotion earlier, please let me kno–”

   “Don’t worry, Boss, I got this,” Wonwoo cuts him off, patting the boss on the shoulder before sliding back next to you. The boss is still for a moment before nodding and walking back towards the other tables.

   “What was that about?” you inquire with what you hope is your most nonchalant expression.

   “Nothing important.” He dismisses the question with a flick of his wrist. “Do you have everything you need?”

   “I’m fine.” Your eyes drift over to the corner then back between the two men.

   Mingyu also looks over at the corner before asking, “What was that about?”

   “Nothing to worry your pretty little heads about.” Wonwoo ignores Mingyu’s sputtering attempts at speech as he continues, “Not gonna lie, I couldn’t really concentrate on what was being said when all I wanted to do was get back here so I could be close to you. To touch you.”

   Mingyu huffs and you raise a brow. Wonwoo ignores both gestures. His hand sliding across the silky material of your dress, comforting and warm before he slips under it and inches his fingers up the inside of your thigh. Heat spreads out across your face, your hand stilling his as you look around the room.

   “No one can see,” he whispers, leaning in to nibble the sensitive flesh of your ear. They most definitely can. “I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all night. Haven’t you?”

   “What?” The muttered word spills from your mouth as you look over at Mingyu who looks as dumbfounded as you feel.

   “Haven’t you been thinking about what these hands could do to you?” His hand slips past yours reaching towards your core. “All I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you walk through that elevator was taste you.”

   A sharp inhale passes over your parted lips as he slides his fingers across the thin material of your panties. Arching back under his touch, he eases you to the left, letting your head slip into Mingyu’s lap. Reaching back, your nails dig into Mingyu’s dress shirt as Wonwoo continues to massage your clit.

   Pink tinges Mingyu’s face as he looks down at you, his eyes widening for a moment then shifting over to the man currently kissing his way up your thigh. You jerk back, tossing your head back and forth against Mingyu as ripples of pleasure dance across your skin. “Are you really going to do this here?”

   “Seems like you’re enjoying it,” Wonwoo says with a grin. You hadn’t noticed it before, too engulfed in your own pleasure, but Mingyu’s cock is hard against the back of your head.

   “That’s not really the problem.,.” he drifts off, looking out across the room.

   “Are you feeling left out?” Wonwoo smirks, pulling back from your thighs. Wrapping his hand around Mingyu’s neck he pulls him close, holding him mere inches from his face for a moment above you before pulling him into a kiss, his other hand moving your panties aside to touch the warmth of your cunt.

   Moaning under the men, you rock your hips against his hand as he dips in, first one finger then two. You arch back again, driving your head back further against Mingyu, eliciting a stifled groan from the man. Wonwoo chuckles, the sound muffled by the other man's tongue as Mingyu pulls him in closer to deepen the kiss, his other hand slipping inside your dress and under your bra, grabbing a chunk of your tender flesh roughly under his grasp.

   Fire trails across your skin. You need more. Wrapping your leg around Wonwoo, you try to pull him closer but he doesn’t budge. All you can think about is his thick cock filling you to the brim. Your toes curl as you jut your hips up in desperate want, your fingers clawing at the still fully dressed men. This has to be a crime.

   “What a thirsty little slut you are,” Wonwoo says, pulling away from Mingyu to look down at you, continuing to plunge into your wet pussy at the same pace, his thumb rubbing gently against your nub. “What do you want, hmm? Tell me and maybe I’ll give it to you. If you’re good.”

   “I want– kiss. Kiss me,” you stutter out as Minngyu also turns his full attention on you, his fingers exploring your hot skin. Between the two men you don’t have time to think, let alone form a coherent sentence. Sensory overload has you trembling in pure bliss underneath them. “Fuck!”

   “You think you can handle my cock? Look at you? You’re an utter mess just from my fingers.” He pulls his fingers out of your tight cunt and you whine, squirming under him. He shoves his fingers in your mouth until you suck them clean. “Okay, baby, if you can come for me with just my fingers I’ll let you ride my cock.”

   “Please,” you cry out, letting the word turn into a whine until Wonwoo places a finger on your lips.

   “Let’s try not to bring any attention to ourselves, shall we?” he says, his lips turning up at the corners as he strokes your hungry pussy. “Why don’t you play with her a little? And, Mingyu, do try to keep her from getting too loud.”

   Mingyu bends over, kissing his way down your neck towards your heaving chest. Right as his lips latch onto one of your breasts, Wonwoo's fingers slam into your tight cunt and you let out a low moan. Mingyu quickly shoves two fingers into your mouth and you suck on them while he flicks his tongue against your nipple.

   Nothing else matters to you besides the hands and lips on your burning skin. The sound of your wet pussy and lips sucking tender flesh almost lost under the erratic heartbeats pulsing sharp against your eardrums as you quiver under the sensations engulfing you.

   Every movement brings new waves of pleasure as you begin to chew on the fingers lingering inside your mouth. His fingers taste like salt with an undercurrent of the spilt champagne and you wonder what his dick tastes like. Your breath hitches as the speed of the men increase in unison, as if both can feel the other’s ravenous energy threatening to swallow the room.

   Nails trail up the expanse of your now exposed stomach, your dress tangled above your head to hold your hands in place. Not sure when it happened (let alone by who) you don’t have time to dwell in the thought as teeth dig into your flesh, desperate and hungry. You can’t see who’s doing what anymore, your sight blocked by the body hovering over yours, the sensation of not being able to see only adding to the intense feeling of rapture taking over your body.

   Every thrust digs deep within your core, every caress against your over-stimulated clit, every flick of the tongue against your skin has you close to boiling. Your skin is hot enough to fry on yet somehow not burning the men devouring your body, their movements continuing as if they intend to drive you insane.

   Warm lips. Hotter fingers. You’re close.

   “Come for me, baby,” Wonwoo says, his voice deep and guttural as he somehow quickens his pace. “God, I want to fuck you so bad. Don’t let me down now, baby.”

   Finding comfort in alternating between sucking and chewing on the fingers in your mouth, fire bubbles from within. You shiver as heat spreads out across your skin accompanied by goosebumps as the volcano within erupts, bringing a stream of lava along for the ride. Every muscle clenches (even muscles you didn’t realise you had) as ripples of pure bliss convulse throughout your entire being. Light kisses litter your chest as strong hands stroke your thighs, encouraging you to ride out your high.

   “Oh my God,” you whisper under your breath as you try to regain your composure, each breath bringing you closer to a soothing calm.

   “Sexy.” Wonwoo stares down at you as he eases his fingers out from your gushing pussy and brings them to his lips. “Delicious.”

   Mingyu is slipping your dress over your head and sliding it back down your body, his hands smoothing out the material longer than necessary. Adjusting your panties, you run a hand through your hair before you sit back up, ignoring the radiating heat throbbing from your cunt and across your face you attempt to act as if you didn’t just orgasm at a host club.

   Mingyu pulls you against his chest, his teeth grazing your neck as he whispers, “You’re so fucking beautiful. I don’t think I’ll ever get the image of you drowning in pleasure under me out of my head.”

   “Shall we replace it with something else?”

   “What?” Mingyu asks as both of you frown. The buzzing sounds ease until the hustle and bustle of the club becomes sharper, reminding you of where you are.

   “Why don’t we go somewhere a little more private so we can continue without worrying about how loud you are,” he says, his eyes drifting over you both as a grin creeps across his alluring features before he pulls you to your feet. He motions for Mingyu to follow as he glides you towards the elevator. “And trust me, you will be. Loud, that is. I hope you don’t have to do anything tomorrow.”

   “Why?”

   “Because”–he leans in close, his lips brushing against your lips–“I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to walk once I’m done with you.”

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[jillianrose305]

IM BACK WITH MORE OBEY ME SH-

hello dearies~

So headcannons pt 1

I feel that 7 brothers have their own sectors of the devildom that are separate from the other 7 rings that they have control over. Like and in order .

Lucifer:

His area would have wine tasting places,hair salons/clothing stores,and places you can check what is out about you like what photos what rumors what truths. He definetly has a little vault in the castle of full files on Everyone.

Mammon:

Casino district. It's mostly Casinos,fancy bars,and Banks. But also there is job recruiting centers. Mammon has an office somewhere where he can check who has the most money,most debt,who donates the most,and who earns the most in a year. Tax collector mammon is a funny thought to me.

Leviathan:

Aquariums. His area is full of things to do with water but other then that he has motivational speeches and competitions. Leviathans office is at the Navy head quarters as he is the navy General. Other then that in his office he can acsess who has won the most and who has had the most success.

Satan:

Yes he does have bookstores in his district but he mainly has diffrent self defense classes,stuff like martial arts,and boxing or wrestling.id think he'd be the general of the army. In his office he has a record of who has committed what crimes. Once a month he gathers all the really bad people that took advantage of others and the whole devildom gets a chance to beat them up. Animals cafes for anger management classes.

Asmodeus:

So im assuming couple therapy,clubs,special shops..,and places to explore what you like. I can't really think of much for his district but probably places to make you love yourself. He has the files for everyone's romantic and sexual life's aswell as how they view themselves. Because self love is important.

Beelzebub:

His district is mainly the best restaurants and gyms although gluttony is over indulgence he is mainly food focused. He does have rehabilitation centers for addicts and people with eating disorders. He vusts the hospitals for children with mal nutrition it breaks his heart that some of them don't have any one to care for them. The files he gets are peoples eating habits but he doesn't read them unless asked too out of respect or if he gets a hunch and needs to check.

Belphagor:

Mattress shops. Tea shops,essential oils,places where you can't get comfy items from furniture to clothing. Definetly has a place like and im gonna space this out for copyright reasons. Bath.....🧸 and😃🎭 body....**** works. Basically places you can get stuff for better rest. He definetly has a few of those sleep hospitals so if you have any sleeping disorder they can try and help fix it for you. There isn't many files he gets other then people with sleeping disorders files or if people are having nightmares he reads those ones to help out. He does have a vault of every dream someone has ever had just incase a Psychologist made need them.

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[hometoursandotherstuff]

Wow, who loves natural light? This 2000 contemporary house in Easton, Maryland has windows galore, but I wonder about sun glare. In my last apt., I couldn't escape it for a few hrs. everyday. 5bds, 4ba, $4.995M + $300mo. HOA.

Enter and go down the stairs to a huge sunken living room with built-ins, a fireplace, balcony, mezzanine, vaulted ceiling, and a plethora of windows.

Apparently, there's no mention of the matching furniture conveying. There's a view of the patio and the waterfront, plus 2 sets of double doors to the outside.

Stairs in the living room go up to the dining room. More built-ins plus a fireplace and a view with access to the patio.

What an unusual mult-level island with ample everyday seating.

The curved kitchen is incredibly large.

There's even another counter with a view.

This home has quite a number of different levels.

The family room has a terrace.

The primary bedroom is very big and has a corner fireplace, room for seating and a table, plus doors to the outside. Look at the small loft space above, too.

Stairs to more bedrooms.

A sink and mini fridge tucked into a foyer to the outdoors.

The other bedrooms get a lot of light and some have vaulted ceilings.

One of the baths. Has a nice big closet and a vanity bench.

Looks like a combination art studio, pool room, library and exercise space.

Boat dock. This is the Miles River.

The home has 2 separately deeded waterfront lots totaling 18 acres.

You can have horses here.

Paddock and tack room.

House has lots of parking plus more garages under the house.

Look at all the solar panels. So, that must be a savings on electricity.

This is a huge property- look at the driveway into the place.

#contemporary homes #modern architecture #houses #house tours #modern estates #horse estates #home tour

[alazystranger]

Do you have any bottom Luffy Zolu fic rec? (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

At your service, anon!

spill your wine by The_Furthest_City_Light : this one had me in a frenzy. I stayed awake all night to bingeread it! A/B/O dynamics

There’s—a certain stance, maybe, or the way light hits his captain just right when he stands on the rail of the Merry, all sharp curves of jawline and the gentle slope of his neck and bare shoulders. The contrast of his dark hair and tanned skin. The swell of his calf, too, Zoro finds distracting. The artful leanness of his captain. In those moments Zoro’s knees go weak. He nearly drops his swords, he’s so overcome with it. Beautiful, he thinks, and he’s got no clue if it’s him or his alpha thinking it. Beautiful. We'd be so good to you.

Twice impaled by Sabbath(I_AKnownGay): short and yet so good

Luffy wants an ear piercing because that would be so cool and everyone would be so jealous. What follows is a long awaited encounter that neither Luffy nor Zoro expected on such a regular quiet day.

anything for you by grimsoul: you know just by reading the summary that this will be an amazing read.

“I’ll only hurt you.” Despite not looking at him, Zoro feels Luffy smile, a golden sun that rivals the silver moon of the night. His fingers run through Zoro’s hair, ghosting along his scalp, so devastatingly gentle. “You can never hurt me,” Luffy whispers into the wind. Into his hair. Into his heart. Zoro learns the overwhelming truth and crumbles down under the devastating weight of it; that Luffy will do anything for his first mate just as much as Zoro will do anything for his captain.

take it to hell by lulushishii: reading this was so much fun!

After Luffy and Zoro disappear from a feast, Nami, Usopp, and Brook go searching for them while the others continue to party. After finding themselves locked inside a treasure vault, they notice a secret window to the next room over, where Zoro and Luffy have no idea that their poor, tormented crew mates can see everything they don’t want to see through the viewing side of a two way mirror.

stay in this night with me by lucerile. porn with feelings, my beloved

His fingertip traced Zoro’s cheekbone and down to his jaw before he met Zoro’s fixed gaze. He didn't even blink. “You said you wanted to fuck me.” He stated it so matter-of-factly that Zoro laughed quickly. He sat up on his elbows and caught Luffy’s mouth with his, groaning into the kiss. “I do,” he breathed into Luffy’s open mouth, tasting tangerines on his tongue. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a while, captain.” Zoro and Luffy finally get some alone time.

perfectly planned by threeswordorgy. one of the best first time fics of zolu out there imo. also, sometimes the overprotective brothers thing becomes cringy but not in this one! the ending to this is gold.

They're finally taking the next step- sneaking Zoro through the window while Luffy's brothers are out

a tale of two gods by grimsoul. wrapping up this rec list without having any zolu religious imagery fics in it would be a crime. this made me feel so insane /pos

“Ne, Zoro, come with me,” Luffy said, giggling, pulling him closer. “You’re going to be a part of my court.” Contrary to what most people believed, hell was a rather cold place. Zoro had been quite used to it, the lack of light, the vast glaciers, his body no longer as fragile as it was eons ago, and so a simple touch like this from Luffy, from the sun, made him feel like his flesh was scorched—melting away easily like winter in summer’s heat. They were close, so close that their foreheads were almost touching, and despite the burn of it, Zoro didn’t push him away. He smirked, his one eye glowing just as red as Luffy’s. “Don’t decide something on your own, idiot.”

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