#HTML academy

[vesna-v-irkutske]

What do you think Artyom and Nikita (mostly Nikita) would think of their "fans" ?

Oh, Artyom likes having "fans". Knowing that someone is interested in him, and someone sees him as something more, tries to understand him, shows him sympathy, must stroke his ego. Although Daphne said somewhere that he was still kind of shocked by it, that he didn't understand it. Two things can be true at once.

May 22, 2023. "Vlada, hi. Got the letter on May 5th. • To be honest, it's an interesting admission — the interest in Nikita's and my philosophy... O_O I'm being completely serious: this is the first time I've seen something like this. I'm very flattered. =)"

June 26, 2023. "The reaction to the sudden popularity was calm. Although I was wildly freaking surprised. But at the same time, remained calm =D"

Although I bet he'd have cringed at some stuff and tried his best to ignore it and focus on something else.

January 6, 2024. "How I feel about trolls on the internet. I don't give a hoot about the internet and everyone who lives in it =) I hardly ever go there, so I don't come into contact with trolls."

As for Nikita, it's hard to say. Back then, he wanted attention and recognition. I'm sure both of them had fun playing Among Us in real life. Law enforcement officials said that they kind of liked talking about their crimes, that someone listened to them, paid attention to everything they said. They got what they wanted: attention and being treated seriously. They posed a real threat, they felt powerful, they were capable of changing lives.

Later, I think, the shame and realization woke up. Half a year after their arrest, Nikita said that he no longer needed all this, and that he felt ashamed. In November 2012, he said, "I feel sick/bad when I think about what I have done."

In June or early July 2012, Nikita gave an interview to a newspaper: — Why is Anoufriev supported on social media, but you don't have any fans? Is he more ideological? — I don't really care about this idea at all.

What I'm trying to say is that Nikita only talked to his mom and gave interviews to a couple of newspapers and journalists because they asked him, not because he was particularly eager for it. In short, he wasn't looking for contact. Just like his whole life before that. So I think he didn't even know about his "fans", or he wasn't very interested. Who knows exactly why there's not a single letter from Nikita from prison. He had no one to write to but his family. And I'm not really sure if someone else knew his address to write to him. Besides, he was a very closed-off, anxious and depressed person, I doubt that he wanted to communicate with strangers. Who knows what they might have written to him? All kinds of threats and insults? He knew it himself.

I think he'd have distanced himself from it all and disappeared into the shadows. At the same time, I'm not denying the possibility that he would be interested if he found out about the "fans". Just a sizeable maybe. But I think that he, just like Artyom, would be extremely surprised, confused and wouldn't understand this. Maybe he wouldn't necessarily have thought anything about their "fans". Maybe he'd have thought it was weird. Perhaps he'd constantly wonder why people were interested in him, if there was any catch in it, if they were actully laughing at him? Maybe he wouldn't really care.

But he'd totally be weirded the fuck out because of some of you, especially if it had to do with his looks and something romantic/sexual in general.

Of course, he knew about TCC, but he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of that interest. And I think he'd have been very distant with his "fans". He was never a talker, and even less with a bunch of different people. Maybe, by some miracle, he'd have managed to make a couple of friends (hopefully better than those he had before, just someone nice and compassionate instead of someone interested in very dark stuff; however, Nikita was very deeply convinced that he was nothing good, and that he didn't deserve anything good; besides, all these positive and pacifistic things were alien to his mentally ill, disappointed in the world, people and himself brain; there's comfort in suffering and misery, if it's something you've been used to since an early age, because it's familiar, and getting better requires a desire to change, effort and energy, which depressed people have very little of). Anyway, who knows how it'd have affected him. Don't encourage mentally ill person's bad tendencies.

[vvelegrin]

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[nullifier]

Whenever I do start getting into something that is exactly up my alley I feel like I am falling into a trap of sorts that was set for me specifically

[webtutors01]

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[attitudeacademu4u]

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[apod]

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[dreamdolldeveloper]

back to basics

mostly free resources to help you learn the basics that i've gathered for myself so far that i think are cool

everyday

gcfglobal - about the internet, online safety and for kids, life skills like applying for jobs, career planning, resume writing, online learning, today's skills like 3d printing, photoshop, smartphone basics, microsoft office apps, and mac friendly. they have core skills like reading, math, science, language learning - some topics are sparse so hopefully they keep adding things on. great site to start off on learning.

handsonbanking - learn about finances. after highschool, credit, banking, investing, money management, debt, goal setting, loans, cars, small businesses, military, insurance, retirement, etc.

bbc - learning for all ages. primary to adult. arts, history, science, math, reading, english, french, all the way to functional and vocational skills for adults as well, great site!

education.ket - workplace essential skills

general education

mathsgenie - GCSE revision, grade 1-9, math stages 1-14, provides more resources! completely free.

khan academy - pre-k to college, life skills, test prep (sats, mcat, etc), get ready courses, AP, partner courses like NASA, etc. so much more!

aleks - k-12 + higher ed learning program. adapts to each student.

biology4kids - learn biology

cosmos4kids - learn astronomy basics

chem4kids - learn chemistry

physics4kids - learn physics

numbernut - math basics (arithmetic, fractions and decimals, roots and exponents, prealgebra)

education.ket - primary to adult. includes highschool equivalent test prep, the core skills. they have a free resource library and they sell workbooks. they have one on work-life essentials (high demand career sectors + soft skills)

youtube channels

the organic chemistry tutor

khanacademy

crashcourse

tabletclassmath

2minmaths

kevinmathscience

professor leonard

greenemath

mathantics

3blue1brown

literacy

readworks - reading comprehension, build background knowledge, grow your vocabulary, strengthen strategic reading

chompchomp - grammar knowledge

tutors

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for languages

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fluenz - spanish immersion both online and in person - intensive.

pimsleur - not tutoring** online learning using apps and their method. up to 50 languages, free trial available.

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[fallowdoe]

Deepfake

Uniting the realms is a tricky task - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

TW! SA and other heavy stuff

You're not sure when or where exactly you heard about it for the first time.

It might've been at RAD. Your fellow classmates didn't seem to consider this kind of topics to be "embarrassing", at least you didn't think so, considering how loud they'd be when discussing them. Most demons didn't consider taboo things that your human friends would talk about in hushed voices. Standing in the queue in the canteen would almost always result in learning the details of some random student's one-night stand. By simply walking by your classmate in the corridor you could learn all about their exact preferences in bed. The toilets seem to be drowning in conversations about what humans consider vulgar and obscene. Not to mention the kind of words you can hear passing by the changing rooms.

Even though your grandma would probably have a heart attack if she spent even just 5 minutes inside the academy, RAD is still an institution of high culture and all of this is considered to be rather good behaviour by Devildom standards.

Now that you think of it, maybe it was while on one of many shopping trips or errands, the brothers take you on. Devildom is loud and bright, it can be quite overwhelming no matter how long you've been here. It has the atmosphere of a Friday night, and most utilities are open 24/7, especially the clubs. Demons are loud, they want to be heard when they speak. Some are more reserved of course, but they rarely feel the need to make their conversations "private". If private was what they wanted they wouldn't speak about it at all, or at least wouldn't speak about it in the presence of countless strangers.

So just by going out, simply being among them, you learn things that would've never crossed your mind otherwise.

At least that's how you found out about this website.

It resembles blogs from the early 2000s. You know the ones, HTML, flashy and full of gifs, the sparklier the better.

It was fairly easy to find, which unfortunately doesn't take away from your worries right now. You just typed your name followed by a string of words related to 'porn' and the search engine served you exactly with what you were hoping was just a misunderstanding.

Well, it wasn't. The site you heard about earlier that day was now open for browsing on your laptop.

You've scrolled through the first few videos, some looked like they were just copied from pornhub or some other human site, but some had thumbnails that were rather… exotic.

There was a separate category for videos including humans, that was split into multiple sub-categories depending on various characteristics.

For now, you've decided to ignore the videos of random fetish clips of demon-human intercourse and keep scrolling.

You only stopped, when just a few seconds later it was your face staring back at you from the screen. In the thumbnail it was just you, blushing and sweaty, looking through the glass seductively at whoever stumbled upon the video. The title seemed like a string of clickbait words, but it made you nauseous.

''human MC addicted to riding demon cock, human, human exchange student, fucked into obedience, human pet [VIDEO]"

You pressed play.

Sure enough, it was you in the video, being fucked by multiple demons with all their demonic features out. Your body looked kinda different but your face was a perfect copy, the voice was also eerily similar to your own.

More videos started popping up underneath. All of which seemed rather similar to this one, although you've noticed that your body always looked different. It's as if whoever made those videos had no idea what you actually looked like and just improvised.

You scrolled back to the first video. Moans and whimpers reverberated through your head. Unlike most porn videos filled with fake over-pitched fake moaning and poor dirty talk, this one seemed to try and make it seem as "realistic" as possible. There was even some animalistic quality to it, the way this 'you' acted and how they were handled. Petted on the head, passed around by large, clawed hands. It reminded you of how you were called a cute little pet by different demons on multiple occasions.

You started skipping through the video, while this 'you' haven't uttered a single word besides some broken begging, it was all whining and mewling. Sharp breaths and stutters.

It was almost hypnotizing, seeing yourself whimpering and bending at different sexual angles to the camera.

You double-checked if your headphones were actually connected and if the sound didn't leak. The brothers often surprised you with how sensitive their hearing was, you could drop something or hiss after stubbing your toe and Mammon would burst into your room to check if you were still alive.

Having one of them come to check what those obscene sounds coming from your room were, was the last thing you needed right now. Especially since you knew, that they absolutely would come to check if they had really heard moaning.

The demons in the video on the other hand were much more talkative than your digital pornstar copy, cooing at this fake you and laughing between each other. The word ''pet'' was used the most often.

"Aw, is our little pet tired already?"

"Come on pet, you can handle some more."

"Be a good little pet and stay still."

You've debated on watching some more videos but ended up saving the site and closing your laptop after finding one titled ''demon Lords Using Their Human Pet".

Your heart was beating loudly, luckily it calmed down after a few deep breaths. Another thing about the brothers was that they could also sense stronger emotions, again, they would come check on you.

Your laptop ended up stuffed between folded sweaters in your wardrobe. Just in case anyone was to open it and see… what they were not supposed to.

You stepped into the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror for a while, trying to make sure that every little wrinkle and freckle was in the right place. This right here is the real you, you reminded yourself, this here is real. Those videos are not.

You turned the sink on and splashed some cold water onto your flushed face. The intense heat in your cheeks started to finally go away. Maybe you should thank Lucifer for giving you a personal bathroom again. Your dishevelled form in the mirror certainly was glad, they didn't have to go to the shared bathroom and risk running into someone.

The clock on your D.D.D. mercilessly reminded you it was almost dinnertime.

A hoodie and some sweatpants should do a decent job of hiding the goosebumps your skin was covered with. You prepped yourself mentally and set off to see the same faces that were staring at you from a fake thumbnail just minutes ago.

The rest of the night went by rather uneventfully. The dinner was kind of unsettling, hiding your restlessness from the brothers was close to impossible. A random excuse about a nearby quiz was enough to cease any further questions. It didn't mean everyone believed you, though. Multiple sets of eyes watched you with determination, to figure out what was it, that was really bothering you. It reminded you of the way, you were stared at in those videos and only added to your uneasiness.

You went to bed feeling surprisingly numb, the discovery of that cursed site was apparently so shocking that it tired you out so much, that it made you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

Not sure what to do with the revelations of last evening, you've decided to keep quiet about it in front of the brothers and instead start an investigation. If you wanted to keep the number of people who saw any of those videos to a minimum, you had to be smart about this. Your first candidate for interrogation could be no other than a fellow human.

Out of curiosity, you decided to add Solomon's name to the search you typed out earlier, but nothing came up. This means either Solomon's just not as attractive to demons physically, or he's not attractive because realistically you doubt they would be able to do any of that to him. Without the protection of so many powerful individuals, you had no way of protecting yourself. The thought added to your already alarmingly growing distress.

You've ambushed the sorcerer at RAD, in the library. Your strategy was to inquire about some 'rumours', instead of revealing what you had actually found. God forbid he asks you to elaborate. This way you could check if said 'rumours' were popular enough to reach him. Also, you didn't want to show him the videos for obvious reasons. Even if it wasn't your body, it still felt way too intimate.

To your surprise, Solomon didn't seem as concerned about it as you imagined (or maybe hoped?) he'd be.

"Oh yeah, there's a lot of that. The human-demon thing in general." The sorcerer didn't even look up from his book, as he explained. "It's always been rather popular if I recall correctly".

At your lack of reaction, he finally looked up and was met with your dumbfounded face, which made him smirk.

"Are you really that much surprised?" he asked.

"Yeah." was all you could muster right now. You felt your eyelid twitch. His reaction was, very painfully, much in character for him. The ever-unbothered wizard. The sky could fall and rivers could run blood, he'd barely acknowledge it if at all.

"They probably use shape-shifting to make them. It must be really weird to you, although… maybe it's some kind of computer editing…" He trailed off obviously more invested in how the videos are made, rather than why.

Of course, he didn't care. Why would he? It's not like it's his face, his fellow classmates fantasize about fucking. And if they did, he'd probably put an end to it faster than these deviants could finish jacking off.

The thought made you feel lonely, Solomon's humanity usually drew you to him, the same way you'd rather sit next to a woman than to a man on a crowded bus. The familiarity of sharing a similar struggle of being in a foreign realm usually brought you some comfort, and Solomon used to acknowledge that in the past, acting sympathetic towards you when speaking about Devildom and its inhabitants. But his reaction to your questions left you feeling solitary again, you didn't share this struggle, so he didn't care. Here's to hoping that you didn't make him curious enough to look anything up by himself.

Well, that wasn't very helpful, seemed like you were left on your own again. You thought about bringing it up with Lucifer but you'd probably die of embarrassment while trying to explain what you've found and why were you on this kind of site in the first place.

The evening came and you've found yourself opening the site once again. This time you've scrolled a little further and found a comment section. Great. Exactly what you were hoping not to find.

Curiosity quickly won with your initial hesitation and you started browsing through them, although you've instantly regretted your decision.

"I wish I could bend that little bitch over" "Royal pet needs to learn her role" "I would fuck you like a whore every day"

Real classy.

You debate yourself on whether to scroll further but just a few comments below something more sinister is hiding.

"I jack off every time I see her, one day I'll lock her in an empty classroom or sth and finally have my way with her"

And the replies were even worse.

"I can't wait to finally get her alone, I'd share tho. Put her ass free for taking in a corridor or a bathroom or sth, hard-working students deserve such a cute glory hole" "Can someone tag the guy who had her underwear pics again?" "Can't believe they let her study here anyway, a really poor excuse for having a human fucktoy"

Ain't that a sight for sore eyes. Now, you were left wondering whether you really were in danger. Would any of them actually act on these desires, or were they only brave when hiding behind a stupid nickname and an obscene picture of an anime girl?

That one thumbnail showed up on your screen again. Your body covered with hands grabbing at and holding you in different spots. The cursed title, which promised to show you "what's going on at House of Lamentation".

Click or don't click, the video had a decent amount of views. Judging by those comments earlier, your fellow classmates were no strangers to these sites. Had they seen it? Do they think about it whenever they see you talking with the brothers? Had any of them jacked off to it?

Would the brothers also look off? Probably, although it might be hard to tell, it's not like you know exactly what they look like underneath their clothes. Would they have their wings and horns out? Probably, judging by the other videos, perhaps to highlight, that they were powerful predators, and you were just a defenceless, frail thing.

Click. Sure enough, horns, wings and dicks out. Their faces were off, lacking in emotion, but it didn't seem to matter, as the focus of the video was on you. This one was good, they nailed almost all of your proportions. Someone must have taken a really good look at you.

In the video, you were dressed in a lacy set and sat on a big, elegant couch. The place was definitely not the House of Lamentation, but it did little to ease up your mind.

The next 60 minutes were filled with praises said with almost perfect copies of their voices. For 60 minutes you sat glued to your screen, headphones on, and watched as the "brothers" had their way with "you".

They'd hold you down and tear the lingerie off, praise you, stroke you and pass you around. You were sat in Lucifer's lap as he spread your folds for everyone to see and comment on how wet you were. Mammon had you ride his face, while Leviathan held your hair in a fist and made you choke on his dick. Satan would fuck you, ass up face down on the floor. Asmodeus had you riding him in some complicated position, and the twins both had you at once, standing.

Your mind was struggling to comprehend what were you seeing. You were distressed, cheeks flushed, eyes teary. Aroused too, who wouldn't be?

Focused on your laptop, hearing limited by your headphones, you didn't notice someone walk in.

You only realised someone was standing in front of you when a hand suddenly grabbed the headphones and pulled them right off your head.

"Damn human, I was knockin' like crazy here. Ya deaf now, or some?" Mammon asked looking kind of annoyed, as if you didn't let him in on purpose.

Luckily your laptop was placed in a way that didn't let him see the screen, which you quickly shut off. Your hastiness, nervousness, looks, well, all of it, definitely did make it look like you were caught watching something you shouldn't have, but Mammon either didn't notice or didn't care. Or maybe he did notice and care but was too embarrassed to tease you about it.

"I'm busy Mammon." You got up and strategically placed your laptop in an obscured spot that didn't draw attention and picked up a stack of papers from your desk to occupy your mind on something else.

"Yeah sure, ain't nothing like too busy to hang out with me. You've been holed up in here for like, the whole week human. You making me look like I'm a bad pet owner or some shit." he joked.

The pet thing made you wince, even though the joke made you laugh in the past.

"Please Mammon, I'm really not in the mood today. I promise I'll hang out with you later," you muttered, not even facing him.

He stood there with his hands on his hips. You know your ''I'm okay" act wasn't too convincing, but you were hoping he wouldn't care enough to dig further.

"No way, you humans need the fresh air stuff and all of that. We're going out, get dressed Imma wait here." he draped himself on your bed and pulled out his D.D.D.

Clearly unable to convince him you sighed loudly and stomped over to the bathroom. You were in no shape to go out tonight, knowing Mammon he probably wanted to have you go with him to a club or a casino, but the thought of crowds terrified you. Your mind running like crazy, all those demons there, must have seen it.

Before you know it tears start trailing down your knees and you're holding your breath in, kneeling on the floor.

Mammon is mindlessly scrolling the Devilgram and thinking about you. Something is going on with you, that much is obvious, but what is it? By now, every one of them has pointed it out. As your first man, it was obviously his duty to find out what was bothering you and put an end to it, but how to do it if you don't want to tell him?

You were doing something on your laptop when he walked in, maybe it really is schoolwork that got you so distressed? He got up and walked over to your desk.

Just as he was about to reach out for the device he heard some odd noises coming from the bathroom. He felt you, through the pact. How overwhelmed you were.

So he walked over to the door, opened it and sat down on the floor with you. The hug he gave you was stiff. Nervous, but genuine. It was so Mammon-like that it calmed you down almost immediately.

"Damn, just say ya don't wanna go next time." he joked and it made you laugh out loud.

He smirked, trying to play it confident, but having you so close flustered him. He tried to tone down his tsundere persona tho.

"So ya wanna tell me what's bothering you or do I have to find out myself?"

No way in hell you were telling him, or worse, showing him. Any of them.

You shook your head and put it on his shoulder, breathing finally slowing down.

"Come on, ya can't go around moping like that! Lucifer's gonna get his panties in a twist by saying sth like "You have to make a good impression as an exchange student." and then blame me!" Mammon's vivid gesticulation made your body sway every time he moved, and that made you laugh again. "Ha! I knew ya just needed some of the Great Mammon!" he beamed.

"I'm okay Mammon," you sighed "Just tired. Humans just get like this sometimes." you tried to redirect him once more.

"Pfft, you're the weirdest human I know MC. Not that you're weird or something. Not that I like you!" he returned to his tsundere ways.

While Mammon was busy denying and declaring his fondness for you, you tried to figure out the plan for the upcoming days. If you didn't get your shit together they'd eventually find out.

Was there a way to get rid of those videos altogether? Their amount might be a problem. If Diavolo was to find out about them would he be able to take them down? What if he knew? Never mind, you'd never tell anyway. The idea of having to explain what exactly they portray was too mortifying to even consider doing it.

The RAD curriculum included lessons on basic knowledge about different species and the rules by which they operate. You understood, to some degree, that demons didn't really get to make decisions the same way humans do. Their free will was limited by their desires, which weaker individuals were completely subject to.

Even with your limited understanding of how this world works, you could clearly see what a threat this situation was becoming to you. There were demons at RAD who watched the videos and were not afraid to voice their desires online. It was only a matter of time before one of them got to act on it.

You had to do something, but make sure you didn't turn it into an even bigger mess. Unfortunately, there wasn't much that you could do by yourself. Still, instead of straight up telling someone, you could try asking for advice without revealing the whole problem first.

Solomon already knew, but he didn't seem too bothered. You could ask Satan, but his curiosity would eventually lead to him finding out about the whole situation and no doubt dragging everyone else into it too. Barbatos was reliable, but not discreet like you needed. Lucifer and Simeon were also out of the question for similar reasons.

Who else? Beel and Belphie wouldn't help very much. Mammo would end up telling everyone, like Satan. Levi also didn't seem like a very good choice.

That left Asmo, who could either be really helpful or very, very unhelpful. You hesitated for a moment, pondering whether Asmodeus was the right choice. His attitude towards such matters might not be what you need, but if anyone could provide insight into how to handle the situation—or at least offer advice on damage control—it would be him. However, there was still the risk he might find this whole situation more amusing than alarming.

You sighed and leaned into Mammon’s shoulder a little more. For now, you weren’t ready to confront Asmo or anyone else about it. The overwhelming violation you felt from those videos still crawled under your skin. You couldn’t shake the image of your classmates walking past you, seeing you not as a person but as an entertainment, piece of meat to be fucked, then eaten.

And the thought that some of them wanted to act on those fantasies—physically cornering you in classrooms or hallways—was enough to make your stomach turn. What scared you the most was how powerless you felt in the face of it all. You were outnumbered and apparently actively hunted.

Mammon shifted beside you, likely sensing your nervousness "Oi, I dunno what's goin' on, but if someone's messin' with ya, just tell me, alright? I'm your first, remember? I'll kick their asses if they even think about it," he declared with a fierce determination that only made your heart sink deeper.

If only it were that simple. You weren’t sure how Mammon—or any of the brothers—would react if they found out what was actually going on. Would they be angry? At them? At you? Or would they find it too embarrassing to talk about, too awkward to address? Even worse, what if some of them didn’t take it seriously at all? You remembered Asmo laughing at the idea of certain demons’ fetishes and preferences—would he laugh at your distress?

A soft knock at the door startled you both. Mammon, ever the defensive one, stood up in an instant. "Who’s there?"

"It’s just me," came the soft voice of Beel. He opened the door slightly, sticking his head in. "I thought I smelled something… are you two okay?"

You forced a small smile. "Yeah, Beel. Everything's fine. Mammon was just being… Mammon."

Beel eyed you with concern, clearly not buying your half-hearted attempt at reassurance. "You should eat something, MC. You’ve barely touched your food lately."

You nodded, realizing how easy it had been to forget about meals amidst everything that was happening. "I will. I promise."

Beel lingered for a moment before he finally left, leaving you alone with Mammon again.

"Ya heard him," Mammon grinned, trying to lighten the mood. "Beel’s right—ya gotta eat. C’mon, let’s head down to the kitchen."

But the last thing you wanted was to face the rest of them again. Not after what you’d seen and the vile comments that still echoed in your mind.

"I’ll catch up in a minute," you said, standing up and brushing yourself off. "I just… need a minute."

Mammon didn’t look entirely convinced, but he gave a curt nod, seemingly aware that pushing too hard would only make things worse. "Fine, fine. But don’t take too long, alright?"

As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, you exhaled sharply. Alone again, you let yourself collapse onto the bed. Your mind raced as you stared blankly at the ceiling.

You needed a plan. Something. Anything.

Asmo was still a risk, but perhaps he was your best option. He knew the ins and outs of demon desires better than anyone, and if you framed it as a hypothetical situation, maybe he wouldn’t ask too many questions. Maybe.

Without thinking, you grabbed your D.D.D. and scrolled through your contacts, your thumb hovering over his name for what felt like an eternity. You bit your lip, hesitating one last time before finally sending a quick message.

You: Hey, are you free??

It didn’t take long for a reply to pop up, Asmo’s characteristic excitement already shining through his words.

Asmo: Of course, darling! Come to my room? Or should I come to yours?

You sighed. Maybe this was a good idea. Maybe Asmo would know how to handle this—or at least give you some advice on what to do next. Before your anxiety could change your mind, you quickly typed back.

You: I’ll come to your room.

Sure enough, he was waiting for you, draped over his lavish bed, manicured hands typing quickly at his D.D.D. The entire room shimmered with elegance—silk sheets, golden accents, everything carefully curated to reflect Asmo's refined tastes. He barely looked up as you entered, his eyes glued to whatever was captivating his attention on the screen.

"Hey," you greeted, cursing yourself internally for how stiff you sounded. If you wanted to keep your dignity intact, this had to be a top-tier performance. You needed to act casual, as if this was just another lighthearted conversation, even though your insides were twisted in knots.

"Oh?" His expression shifted slightly—still playful, but more focused now. "Do tell. It must be serious if it’s making you this tense."

Asmo finally looked up, offering you a slow, amused smile. “Darling! To what do I owe the pleasure of such a visit? And at this hour, no less,” he teased, clearly intrigued but not in the least bit worried.

You shifted, feigning nonchalance. “Gossip,” you said, a little too quickly. But maybe that worked. Maybe it would make you sound like you were just excited to share some juicy tidbit.

“Gossip?” He tilted his head, his interest visibly piqued. He set his D.D.D. aside, leaning back on his elbows with a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, you’ve come to the right demon. Spill it. I’m all ears.”

“I heard some girls talking about one of the succubi I share classes with, the one with pink hair, that someone sent them some fake-ass videos of her online. It sounds made up, do you know anything about it?” You tried to make it sound believable, but there was a chance he’d see right through you.

Asmo’s eyebrows shot up, his expression shifting to one of curiosity. He leaned forward just a little, clearly intrigued by the mention of drama. “Oh, her?” He tapped his chin thoughtfully, his eyes sparkling with interest. “Fake videos, you say? Mmm, that does sound like the kind of low-effort gossip that circulates from time to time. But I haven’t heard anything… yet.”

He paused, studying your face with a knowing look, as if he was assessing whether you were holding something back. Then, with a grin, he reclined back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head. “But you know how these things go. If it’s fake, it’ll blow over. If it’s real… well, things could get juicy.” He laughed lightly, still clearly enjoying himself.

You felt a small wave of relief wash over you—he wasn’t pressing too hard, at least not yet. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Just another rumour,” you said, trying to sound casual. “I figured if anyone would know, it’d be you.”

“Well, darling, you’re not wrong.” He gave you a conspiratorial wink. “But even I can’t catch every scandal the moment it breaks.” He shifted, now leaning on one arm, his expression still playful but a little sharper, as if he was waiting for you to drop something juicier. “So, is that really all you came to tell me? Or is there something more interesting you’re holding back?”

Your heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t fully bought the story, but it seemed like he wasn’t going to push you too hard—at least not yet. You might be able to poke around the topic some more.

“I saw some of it on their D.D.Ds,” you continued, trying to keep your voice casual, “didn’t look fake at all, though.”

Asmo’s smile widened, his amusement unmistakable. “That’s the point, lovely,” he purred, clearly enjoying this far more than he was letting on. “If you’re going to stir up a scandal, it has to be convincing.” He crossed his legs elegantly on the bed, his gaze steady on you, as though savouring the tension in the air. “So, tell me—how good was the fake? Scandal-worthy, or just amateur work?”

You hesitated again, feeling that tight knot forming in your stomach, but backing out wasn’t an option anymore. “It looked pretty real to me,” you said with a casual shrug, forcing yourself to look nonchalant. Slowly, you walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, trying to seem more at ease even though your nerves were screaming otherwise.

Asmo’s gaze followed your every move, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as you sat beside him. “Mmm, impressive,” he mused softly, shifting his weight closer to you. His hand trailed lazily across the silk sheets until it landed near your thigh, his fingers just grazing the edge of your leg. “You know, darling, I can always tell when someone’s holding something back from me.” He tilted his head, his voice still light and teasing, but there was a flicker of intensity behind his words. “You’re not telling me everything, are you?”

Your breath hitched as he leaned in slightly, his hand moving to rest more firmly on your leg now. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver up your spine, and you knew he was pressing for more. “How do they even make those videos look so real?” you asked, your voice sounding a little too innocent.

Asmo chuckled softly, his fingers beginning to trace idle patterns on your leg, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on you. “Oh, darling, it’s not that hard if you know the right tricks. A little magic, a little creativity… but why are you so interested?” His voice dropped lower, smooth and inviting, but there was an edge of curiosity sharpening in his tone now. “You’re asking a lot of questions. What’s got you so curious?”

You felt his hand slide a bit further, his touch becoming more deliberate, and it took everything in you not to flinch. The air felt thick with tension, and you could feel his gaze boring into you, waiting for you to crack.

Before you could answer, the door flew open with a loud crash, startling both of you. “Oi! What’s goin’ on in here?!”

You felt like eyes followed you everywhere you went these days, a heavy, invisible weight pressing on you no matter where you were. It started subtly at first—a glance here, a passing look there—but now it felt constant, like you were under a spotlight you hadn’t asked for. Yesterday at the café Lament the waiter couldn't stop looking your way, lingering with his gaze even as he took Satan’s order. You tried to ignore it, but it gnawed at you, that strange intensity in his eyes.

Then there was Majolish. The cashier had given you a look so unnerving it left a cold pit in your stomach like he was part of some inside joke that you were on the wrong side of. His eyes had scanned you with that same, unsettling awareness, as if you were missing something crucial.

It didn’t stop there. Later, at the grocery store with Beel, you found yourself using his broad frame like a shield, hiding behind him as you paid for your snacks. You didn’t even want to look the cashier in the eye, afraid you'd catch another one of those unsettling stares. You weren’t sure if it was real anymore or just your imagination, but every glance felt heavy, charged with something more than simple curiosity.

Every demon you passed in the street seemed to watch you, their gazes lingering just a little too long. You’d always drawn attention in the Devildom—being human in a world of demons was enough to make anyone curious—but this was different. This wasn’t casual glances or fleeting interest; it felt like scrutiny.  The paranoia began to creep in. Had they always been staring like this? Or had it only started recently, and you were just now noticing? Every side glance felt like a threat, every whisper behind your back like it was meant for you.

Each day it grew worse, and you couldn’t help but wonder: what did they see when they looked at you?

You didn’t have to wait long for an answer.

Exactly a week after discovering those damned videos, you found out just how real the abstract threats in the comments could be.

The hot, slimy trail of a tongue dragging along the curve of your neck made you shudder in disgust. Your skin crawled, muscles tensing involuntarily as the bile rose in your throat. The demon had you pinned beneath him, your wrists bound in one of his clawed hands while his other hand fumbled impatiently with your uniform blazer. His grip was vice-like—no matter how much you thrashed, how desperately you squirmed beneath him, it was as if he didn’t even notice. You were nothing more than a rag doll under his weight, your feeble attempts at escape met with complete indifference.

The dark corridor echoed with your own ragged breaths, the distant bustle of more crowded areas seemingly worlds away. Panic clung to you like a second skin, your heart hammering violently in your chest, but your mind was racing too fast to keep up with any plan of escape. You didn’t even notice that you were walking into the more secluded section of the library, only understood when someone grabbed you and dragged you out into the back corridor connecting it with an unused part of the building.

“Stop…please!” You gasped out, voice shaking, but your attacker didn’t listen. He was too busy reliving some sick fantasy of his own.

“Oh, sweetheart, you should’ve known better.” His voice was rough, taunting as if he were savouring your fear. His breath was hot against your ear, his words dripping with malice. “You put yourself out there. On that site. Now you’ve got my attention.”

He tugged at your blazer with more force, buttons popping loose, the fabric pulling tight against your skin as he worked to expose more of you. Your chest heaved, your mind screaming at you to fight harder, to do something, anything, but it was like your body refused to obey. All you could do was kick out weakly, your legs pinned under his weight as he continued, relentlessly.

You felt his sharp nails graze your skin, making you flinch, the sensation like needles against your bare flesh. In a desperate attempt, you tried to call on your pacts but couldn’t focus enough to do so.

The cold air hit your exposed chest and you whined loudly. This seemed to excite your assaulter even more.

“Yes! More sounds like this!” he laughed crazed and started working on your pants.

The zipper was barely holding on when the weight on top of you was suddenly yanked away with a force so powerful it made your head spin. You gasped, struggling to process what had just happened, your heart still thundering in your chest as you scrambled back, pushing yourself up against the cold wall. Through your blurred vision, you saw a familiar figure standing tall. You had a hard time understanding what exactly was happening. All you could focus on were the pained whimpers of your assaulter and how blood dripped on the floor from where Lucifer’s claws were piercing his skin.

Mammon appeared in front of you. He silently took his own blazer off and helped you cover yourself with it. You clutched the fabric tightly, desperate for any shred of normalcy. His lips moving, but the only sound that reached your ears was a dull, persistent ringing. You could see he was saying something—something important, no doubt—but your mind was too overloaded to comprehend. Everything felt distant, and surreal, like you were trapped in a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from.

He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was warm, and gentle, so at odds with the raw violence still playing out behind him. He tried to lift you, but it was then that you realized just how badly you were shaking. Your legs felt like they weren’t even there, your body completely stiff from the overwhelming rush of adrenaline coursing through you.

“Mammon?” You choked out, your voice barely a whisper you couldn’t hear yourself, the adrenaline making your muscles completely stiff. Your throat burned, and you weren’t sure if it was from the panic or the strain of trying to speak.

There was a brief flicker of uncertainty in his eyes as if he was trying to assess just how bad things were. Then, without another word, he scooped you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest. The world around you swayed, but Mammon’s grip was firm, protective.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got ya,” he muttered under his breath, though whether he was speaking to you or himself, you couldn’t tell.

As Mammon turned, his gaze locked with Lucifer’s. The tension between them was palpable, but there was an unspoken understanding in that brief exchange. Lucifer’s hand was still gripping the now limp demon, his expression still cold and merciless. “Go back to the House of Lamentation,” he simply stated. “I’ll take care of this.”

“Did you see any of it?”

“I didn’t watch any,” Solomon replied evenly. “I assume that’s what you mean.” His face betrayed no emotion, no hint of pity or judgment—just the steady, calm demeanour you’d come to expect from him. “But I saw how many there were.”

His words hung in the air, a weight you couldn’t quite shake. You didn’t need the details. The sheer volume alone was enough to twist the knife already lodged deep inside you. Solomon’s tone wasn’t cold, but it wasn’t gentle either. And that was exactly what you needed right now.

The past few days had been a blur of forced smiles and constant hovering. The brothers, despite their good intentions, had treated you like you were made of glass—afraid that at any moment, you’d shatter into a thousand irreparable pieces. Lucifer had barely let you out of his sight, his protective instincts at an all-time high. Mammon hovered too, quieter than usual, though his fierce glances at anyone who so much as looked at you made his feelings clear. Asmo helped you get rid of any physical evidence of what you went through. Everyone was checking in on you every few hours, trying to distract you from your own thoughts.

It was suffocating.

Solomon, on the other hand, didn’t fuss. He didn’t crowd you with reassurances or treat you like you were some delicate porcelain doll. He was here, offering silent support, but allowing you space to breathe. You were grateful for that.

“Thanks for not… hovering,” you mumbled, feeling a small knot of tension ease as you sat down across from him.

He smiled faintly, a knowing glimmer in his eyes. “I figured you’ve had enough of that by now.” He, of course, wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t follow it up with “It was really stupid of you not to tell anyone”.

“I kind of assumed everyone knew,” you admitted. “Besides, how would you even picture that? Hey, there’s fake porn of me all over the web, what do I do?” “That’d be a good start you know.”

You groaned, leaning back in your seat. “Easy for you to say.”

“Perhaps. But keeping it to yourself only made things worse.”

Before you could retort, a soft knock on your door broke the tension. Lucifer stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the room with his usual commanding aura. His sharp gaze flicked to Solomon, sitting a little too comfortably on the edge of your bed, and his eyebrows scrunched in subtle disapproval. He didn’t say anything about the sorcerer’s proximity, but the air in the room shifted slightly.

Lucifer cleared his throat, stepping further into the room with the weight of something official behind him. “I spoke with Diavolo,” he began, his tone formal, measured, “and on his behalf, along with the entire Student Council, I would like to extend our deepest apologies for the—” he paused, clearly choosing his words with care, “—misfortune of both the assault and the online incident.”

You groaned, louder this time, and fell face-first into your pillow, muffling a frustrated sigh. “Please, please tell me you’ve found a way to get rid of those.” You lifted your head just enough to eye Lucifer, your voice laced with desperation. “Or at least tell me that none of you showed any to Diavolo as an ‘example.’” There was a long pause, and Lucifer’s silence was deafening. You groaned again, louder this time, burying your face back into the pillow. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“He was informed of the situation,” Lucifer continued, his voice flat, but there was the slightest tension at the edges. “But no explicit material was shown to him directly. Rest assured, we are working tirelessly to remove any trace of those videos.”

Solomon, ever the opportunist, smirked. “It must’ve been quite the conversation. Diavolo doesn’t strike me as someone who’s used to handling such… delicate topics.”

Lucifer shot him a sharp look, clearly not in the mood for jokes, before returning his attention to you. "This is being taken very seriously. Diavolo is personally overseeing the investigation as he considers this to be a, hm, personal failure I suppose. But it will take time and might not be as effective as we’d like."

You sat up, pressing the heel of your hand to your forehead. The whole situation felt like a nightmare, a weight that wouldn’t lift no matter how hard you tried to shake it. "I know it’s hard to get rid of something on the internet, especially with some of those freaks probably working overtime to make more," you muttered, a bitter edge creeping into your voice.

Solomon snorted softly at your remark, his expression turning wry. "You're not wrong. The internet’s a hydra—cut off one head, and two more appear."

You sighed, sinking deeper into your frustration. "But I was hoping Diavolo could just, I don’t know, magic it all away? Wave his hand, say some ancient words, and poof—this whole nightmare's over. Everyone forgets, and I go back to not being… whatever this is."

Lucifer's expression softened, though there was a weight in his eyes. "I understand why you'd hope for that, but even Diavolo’s magic has limits. I promise that until it all dies down you have nothing to fear, we’ll be taking more precautions for your safety from now on.”

You sat up again, feeling a mix of exhaustion and determination settle into your bones. "I appreciate all of the concern, really. But until this all goes away, I’m still stuck feeling like… well, like this." You gestured to yourself, feeling the weight of all the unwanted attention you’ve received so far. The video featuring you with the brothers came to your mind and you flinched, the thought of anyone you knew watching it felt especially mortifying.

A wave of exhaustion washed over you, and your eyelids grew heavy, the weight of everything finally catching up with you. You tried to shake it off, but your body felt like it was made of lead. Before you could voice your fatigue, Solomon already excused himself from your room bidding you good night.

The silence that followed felt both comforting and isolating. You allowed yourself to lean back against the pillows, the plush fabric cradling you as you closed your eyes. A soft sound in the darkness caught your attention—Lucifer’s footsteps approached, and you opened your eyes just enough to see him lingering in the doorway.

“Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and steady.

You nodded slowly, even though you weren’t entirely sure it was true. "Just tired."

"Rest, then," he said, his tone gentle but firm. "You’ve faced enough for one day. I’ll be nearby if you need anything." Feeling a small spark of reassurance, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into the pillows to dream your uneasy dreams.

[vestaignis]

Русский художник, представитель символизма и модерна,  Иван Мясоедов (1881, Харьков – 1953, Буэнос-Айрес) родился в семье  знаменитого художника-передвижника Григория Мясоедова. Был внебрачным сыном художника Григория Мясоедова и художницы Ивановой. Еще ребенком Иван Мясоедов начал учиться рисованию в частной школе, организованной его отцом. В 15 поступил в Московское училище живописи, позднее — в Императорскую Академию художеств. Он мало чем походил на своего отца, и никакой преемственности в искусстве  не было. Все, что было мило Григорию Мясоедову, Иван Мясоедов презирал (и наоборот). Его привлекали мифологические сюжеты, эпический размах, подвиги, боги, герои — все то, от чего бежали передвижники. Художник Иван Мясоедов был прекрасным профессиональным гравером, что стало причиной большой беды. Проживая с женой в бедствующей Германии в 20-е годы, он рисовал и печатал английские фунты- за что и был арестовыван как фальшивомонетчик. Три года Иван проводит в Моабитской тюрьме, где  расписывает тюремную церковь.  Выйдя на свободу, он пишет целый ряд ностальгических полотен и в 1938 году бежит с семьей в Лихтенштейн по поддельному чешскому паспорту (сам «нарисовал») на имя «профессора Зотова». В княжестве Иван Мясоедов стал придворным художником, создал великолепные эскизы почтовых марок. В Лихтенштейне художник вновь попал под арест за подделку  государственных кредитных бумаг, а всю его семью лишили гражданства княжества.  После непродолжительного заключения Мясоедов с семьей в 1953 году переезжает в Аргентину.  По приезду в Буэнос-Айрес Иван Мясоедов внезапно тяжело заболел и умер  от рака печени. Ему было 73 года.

Russian artist, representative of symbolism and modernism, Ivan Myasoedov (1881, Kharkov - 1953, Buenos Aires) was born in the family of the famous Itinerant artist Grigory Myasoedov. He was the illegitimate son of the artist Grigory Myasoedov and the artist Ivanova. As a child, Ivan Myasoedov began to study drawing at a private school organized by his father. At 15 he entered the Moscow School of Painting, and later the Imperial Academy of Arts. He was little like his father, and there was no continuity in art. Everything that was nice to Grigory Myasoedov, Ivan Myasoedov despised (and vice versa). He was attracted by mythological stories, epic scope, exploits, gods, heroes - everything that the Wanderers fled from.

The artist Ivan Myasoedov was an excellent professional engraver, which caused great trouble. Living with his wife in poverty-stricken Germany in the 1920s, he drew and printed English pounds, for which he was arrested as a counterfeiter. Ivan spends three years in Moabit prison, where he paints the prison church. Upon his release, he painted a whole series of nostalgic canvases and in 1938 he fled with his family to Liechtenstein using a fake Czech passport (he “drew it” himself) in the name of “Professor Zotov.”

In the principality, Ivan Myasoedov became a court artist and created magnificent sketches of postage stamps. In Liechtenstein, the artist was again arrested for forging government credit papers, and his entire family was deprived of citizenship of the principality. After a short imprisonment, Myasoedov and his family moved to Argentina in 1953. Upon arrival in Buenos Aires, Ivan Myasoedov suddenly became seriously ill and died of liver cancer. He was 73 years old.

Источник://kulturologia.ru/blogs/160919/44149/, https://dergachev-va.livejournal.com/86205.html,arthive.com/ru/artists/31745~Ivan_Grigor'evich_Mjasoedov/works/587071~Vid_na_SanSusi, /artifex.ru/живопись/иван-мясоедов-часть-1/, /artchive.ru/publications/4134~Zhizn'_i_udivitel'nye_prikljuchenija_Ivana_Mjasoedova.

[izicodes]

it seems like my ask from a few days ago didn’t get sent 😭 argh stupid tumblr

i was basically asking there what resources you would recommend for everything that could be useful for neocities,, like html, css,,(and you mentioned java script i think?) especially beginner-beginner stuff and then maybe for intermediate 👉👈 i know you probably have all those on your blog already but you know me in a bit 😵‍💫

also yes i’d love to work on ours together, even if we didn’t make them match! cause you know you have millions of brilliant ideas :33 🌻🌻💛

Hiya,

These are the stuff I used / still use, hope it's useful:

W3Schools

Mozilla Developer Network (MDN)

Codecademy

freeCodeCamp

Khan Academy HTML/CSS Course

Shay Howe's HTML and CSS tutorial

HTML Dog

CSS-Tricks

CSS Layout

Flexbox Froggy

Grid Garden

CSS Zen Garden

CSS Animation

Try them out and see what works best for you! 👍🏾

[hellonoblesky]

Pls tell us about Eli Vanto’s tumblr too!!

That man has the world’s most normal but neat tumblr blog like genuinely. Incredibly normal (but neat) tumblr user. He’s literally just a guy. His blog is almost exclusively him shitposting and vagueposting about coworkers (or schoolmates). Probably reblogs cargo shipping drama and has a mutual circle of friends from back home. Shittalks cargo companies on main. Hates on pirate crews on main (he gets some hate for it bc some people are like “would you rather the Empire exploit every resource ever? Those pirates are literally redistributing the wealth” to which he always responds with “I don’t like when people doing their job die, thanks 👍”) Oh and his blog layout? Fantastical. That boy is a numbers kid he’s good at html I feel it in my soul. His tagging system? Fucking IMMACULATE. He’s the number one organizer. Easy to navigate. Beautifully categorized. Never forgets to tag a post in its catagory.

Definitely has a post like “If I’m stuck w this blue guy again I stg” from when he was in the academy. Actually he probably has a Thrawn tag to organize all his posts about him. Ranging from “CHISS ARE REAL.” To “Guys what the fuck I just met the emperor and the Chiss guy didn’t even FLINCH.” To “Guys this blue guy is actually chill as fuck” to “Won’t be able to sign on for a while. See y’all when I can.”

His mutuals sometimes post like “Guys do we even know what happened to LongHaul-StatsStar. Like is he ok?? Does anyone know where he is???” And will now and then be like “Wow one year since he dipped :( hope he’s ok” while Eli is in the CA

Oh and ofc he’s mutuals w Thrawn. He probably showed Thrawn the website to begin with

[webtutors01]

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From Tags to Pages: Navigating HTML for Seamless Web Development

Introduction:

Embarking on the dynamic journey of web development requires unlocking the power of HTML – the cornerstone for crafting seamless and visually stunning websites. HTML, or Hypertext Markup Language, lays the groundwork for web pages, enabling developers to structure content and define the elements that bring a site to life. This blog delves into the crucial aspects of HTML, navigating through HTML tags, and unraveling the art of HTML page creation.

Decoding HTML Tags:

HTML tags serve as the fundamental building blocks in web development, acting as the markup language that shapes content on a webpage. Enclosed within angle brackets, these tags appear in pairs – an opening tag and a closing tag – with content nestled between them. Take, for example, the <html> tags encapsulating the basic structure of an HTML document.

HTML Tags Unveiled:

Explore the diverse realm of fundamental HTML tags to comprehend their roles in constructing well-organized web pages:

1. Headings (<h1> to <h6>): Crucial for hierarchical content organization, <h1> represents the main heading, followed by <h2> for subheadings, and so forth.

2. Paragraphs (<p>): Define paragraphs using the <p> tag, aiding in the organization of textual content within the HTML structure.

3. Lists (<ul>, <ol>, <li>): HTML offers tags to create unordered lists (<ul>) and ordered lists (<ol>), with list items marked by the <li> tag.

Crafting an HTML Page:

Having explored basic HTML tags, let's delve into the intricate process of HTML page creation, comprising the following components:

1. Document Type Declaration (<!DOCTYPE html>): Informs the browser about the HTML version in use.

2. HTML Document Structure: Begins with the <html> tag, encapsulating the entire content and incorporating the <head> and <body> sections.

3. Metadata (<head>): The <head> section houses metadata such as the document's title, character set, and links to external stylesheets or scripts.

4. Content (<body>): The <body> section contains the main content of the webpage, including text, images, and multimedia elements.

In Conclusion:

Mastering HTML tags and comprehending the nuances of HTML page creation stand as imperative skills for any web developer. HTML tags provide the structural foundation needed for effective content presentation, while the process of HTML page creation ensures a seamless and aesthetically pleasing user experience. Navigate the vast realm of web development, keeping HTML tags and page creation at the forefront of your skill set to build a robust foundation for crafting compelling and functional websites.