#gentle sin cc

[ptiza-sinitza]

Inna Cents - townie makeover

Inna Cent appears in trailers and promos for  The Sims 4: Vampires and could be load from Maxis gallery. I was pretty upset she was not an official townie of  Forgotten Hollow, cause there is smth interesting in her backstory and relationship with a sassy vampire Caleb. Anyway I can imagine my own LORe for her.

Occult sims are most fun to makeover because you can play with fashion and choose for them the most unusual and non-realistic fits. For Inna I choose some looks inspired by Biedermeier\Victorian period, because she probably was turn in to vampire at second half of 19th century. And her prototype surely was Lucy Westenra (from 'Dracula' 1992). But I add to her kinn list two fictional ladies who's also like yellow and historical dresses - Edith Cushing (Crimson Peak) and Belle (Beauty and the Beast) which suits more to her shinny and gentle personality and fashion choices. Roses and butterflies as symbols of her innocent soul

I'm trying not to change face features and keep the original EA genetics. But I changed Inna's skin and make her more pale. Because for me she is not alive anymore and can't be that peachy pink, because her blood system doesn't work. And I hope this doesn't look like 'white washing'

1. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf,roses hair pins by @kikiw-sims, corset by @astya96cc, skirt by @evellsims, puff sleeves by @dream-girl, rose brooch recolor by @elfdor, gloves by @sentate, necklace by @aladdin-the-simmer 2. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf, hat by marigold, dress by @shendori boots by @serenity-cc, tennis racket by @haneco410 3. Hair by @buzzardly28, hair accessory by @buzzardly28, dress by @strangestorytellersims, necklace by @regina-raven, lace fan by @simsonico, gloves by @atelierlena 4. Hair by @simandy, Dress by @belaloallure3, lacy turtleneck acc. by marigold, puff sleeves by @dream-girl, candelabra lights by moo2shelly, flying butterflies by @oydis, butterflies headpiece by glaza 5. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf, dress by @simnasimsworld, cape by @zouyousims, furr muff by @vintagesimstress, gloves by @bluecravingcc, little bird by @sims4-sin-a 6. Hair by @thatonegreenleaf, bonnet hat by @yuu-tori-tori, dress by @vintagesimstress, bouquet by @beocreations, gloves by @vibrantpixels

Big thanks and love to all CC creators!  

[moiteneia]

A Headcanon: The Bloody Raven

Yesterday, in the minigame, q!Philza taught q!Cellbit how to fly. CC hasn't played Minecraft for about 10 years, so he's learning a lot of things about the game from scratch or relearning. But this might make a good headcanon. Although I don't dislike the cat hybrid headcanon, seeing as we have a lot of birds in qsmp, I always wanted to know which one would fit for q!Cellbit and now we see some naming what it could be. The Raven. Imagine, at thirteen we could consider that q!Cellbit wasn't ready to leave the nest, his parents didn't even allow him to stay too far away, just playing with his sister and pretending to investigate some "mysteries". He always loved mysteries. He always loved the idea of ​​flying, daring, he tried to fly by flapping his wings a few times just to feel his feet leaving the ground and the long black wings opening, feeling the air touching his feathers and blowing from pair to pair. But he respected his parents' rules, he didn't dare go beyond that, and, well, he wanted to be part of the little traditions they still tried to maintain on that island. However he didn't have time and before he could, while playing at investigating what he shouldn't have, he was taken away from his nest and thrown into a field of fire and blood.

It didn't take long for his wings to be torn painfully by an opponent who felt no pity for the little child who desperately tried to escape. He could never learn to fly. And little by little, he kept this pain to himself with a single thought... He had no nest, he didn't have his family, he was and would always be a monster. Even if he found his home, how would they accept him like that? A useless, weak and purposeless aberration. He became increasingly quiet, more mysterious, more bloody. His wings, he purposely tore off what was left, realizing that that memory was meaningless. He was no longer a raven. He was nothing but that battlefield, and later a prisoner. So, imagine on the island... Him meeting someone similar to him. q!Philza did not have his wings, a wise crow who had already been through something similar to what he went through. The young raven wanted to get closer, but he still didn't see himself worthy, he had never touched the skies and felt the taste of the wind.

But he observed closely that strange and curious creature, so sweet and gentle, he never spoke of his pain and what had been taken away from him. Little by little he approached, seeing Q!Philza as a respectful crow, someone he could trust, with his sins, his pains and his secrets. The two saw each other like that. Arriving in Purgatory, he had no doubt who would be the perfect leader if not the wise crow. But he didn't know that he would get so close, how much he would learn to see q!Philza as more than a leader and he found himself little by little saying that "he would soon return to the nest". Their nest, of the red ones, of that strange group that little by little they learned to trust with their lives and what was left of their bodies. So, yesterday, it was very significant, getting prosthetic wings for another game of that Cursed Eye, q!Cellbit admitted for the first time to the old crow that he had never learned to fly. And as always, gracefully and lovingly, Q!Philza taught him and he could feel the air for the first time. xXx

An additional - Guapoduo/Spiderbit: q!Roier never dared to ask about the large injuries on his husband's back. He knew that q!Cellbit would tell, but he was aware that certain scars don't need to have their story told. He just knew that when his husband watched the sunrise and closed his eyes, he was imagining himself far away. q!Roier smiled sadly and hugged him, so that when q!Cellbit opened his eyes, seeing himself still with his feet on the ground, he wouldn't feel so alone and empty. They would always have each other.

[avars]

MODS DE PERSONALIZACIÓN - CAS | LOS SIMS 4

Más rasgos en CAS.

Cambiar el ícono de contenido personalizado del CAS. (Recomiendo elegir solo una)

1 | CC Wrench override - Patch 1.105 2 | Tidy details & Tidy tattoos by sparrow's cc

Pantalla de carga.

Loading Screen - Pink Kitten by Tiasha-sims | 1 Gradient Loading Screen by Tiasha-sims | 2 Cozy Lo-fi Loading Screen by Tiasha-sims | 3

Fondos de CAS

Old school - CAS Room Override by littledica | 1 Background by Antoniocas | 2 cas background dum by sinnsims | 3 brown-edition-cas by shasims | 4 nature edition by shasims | 5 Reflection by vyxated | 6

Iluminación en el CAS. (Ten en cuenta que estos mods pueden interferir entre ellos, así que asegúrate de descargar solo uno)

FrontGlo by vyxated | 1 CAS Lighting by SimplyAnjuta | 2 Gentle CAS Lighting MOD by northern Siberia winds | 3

Mas columnas en el CAS.

Quitar el mosaico de censura.

MOD CAS - Sin maquillaje ni accesorios en sims aleatorios.

Pose al quedarse quieto en el CAS

Stand Still in CAS by helgatisha | 1 (Recomendado) Stand Still in CAS by Mizore Yukii | 2 Stand Still in CAS by EllieMaySims | 3

Control de posición de sim. (Compatible con cualquier "Stand Still In CAS")

[hollers-and-holmes]

Guys this isn’t my usual sort of thing but it’s been a gradual sort of understanding that it is not unlawful to write about one’s sorrow and that maybe sometimes it’s even okay to let someone else see it.

Wildfire in Her Last Five Weeks

She has thrashed out a hollow in the wheatgrass.

A hollow like the hollow around a cow’s carcass pounded down

by coyote tracks and wireclaws of ravens and

the parhelion dust halo

that shawls an unsown corpse.

She is not a carcass yet. But nearing it.

Her germinating bones strain up for the light.

She flails her hairskinned head against the ground.

My daughter (nine) has never seen a dying horse

but needs no one to tell her to fling her sapling weight across a sorrel-painted neck

and try to pin it there.

Watch your feet. I am going to get water. Get out of her way if she tries to stand up. Babe, will you be home soon? I am out at the end of the alfalfa field with four babies and our good mare who has lost so much weight in a week I cannot stand to look straight at her. She cannot get up. It is starting to rain. I cannot get her up.

You’re like a pioneer! they tell me.

What this means is that I lie beside the dying thing alone.

I tell the babies to look the other way.

A week.

Flunixin gouged up past her teeth and jetted onto her tongue does not stop her febrile trembling quickly enough.

I have to go, he says

We’re weaning heifers at the feedyards

Maybe try to vein her, I don’t know.

If you put it in an artery you’ll kill her.

I love you. I’m sorry. You’ll have to figure it out.

I get the babies started on their phonics and

pull up a YouTube video on my phone.

Occlude the vein

See how it bulges?

The middle third of the neck is where the artery is deepest.

Roll the bevel away from yourself.

Getting through the skin is where it hurts so

do it fast.

There are entire channels video after video of satisfying haircuts cake decorating slime smooth textures Japanese chefs cleaving perfect watermelon bowls that man who makes dragons and dishwashers out of chocolate here is someone freehanding a perfect straight line with a stylus ingrown hair removal ASMR and none of them as breathtaking as a flash of blood wrung dark of oxygen that blossoms into the barrel of a ten-cc syringe drawn up to the seven with clear delaying banamine.

She starts to have a few good days. Is she getting better? Hard to tell. She drags the stifled leg still. Her strip-face filly tries to suck. Must be getting something, or her money-colored hair would roughen and her belly swell with air.

Sometimes the paint mare lies down and can’t rise and so she wears a cracked and adipose-deep

ulcer over every nailsharp point of jaw and hock and pelvis

boring down against the ground.

We have to throw a halter rope around her feet and heave her over the ridge

of her thin-coated spinous processes

so she can get her sound leg underneath her

and ratchet herself standing

one more time.

He says, I probably ought to shoot her. She’s not getting better. It’s fixing to get cold and then what? We have to be realistic about this. It’s hard to watch her suffer.

I get belligerent and rally to the standard. More NSAID, more sixty-dollar supplemented showhorse grain we can’t afford, more vitamin B injections (it leaks in rusty runnels down her fatless neck because intramuscular only works when the muscle is not atrophied to ribbons).

I flew to see my dad in March when he woke smothered soundless by

whatever Adam-remnant we knew already had assailed

into his lungs and kidneys.

Lesions on the frontal lobe. They had not yet occluded shut his verbal pathways.

And in all these things Job did not sin with his mouth.

I sat beside him on the white-columned Everglade porch. The skin of his throat had stretched out baggy and unshaven since Christmas when sixty pounds of his big lanky body lain down for us joyful and ungrumbling and unwithheld for thirty-some sweet gentle-humored years had not yet dripped away into the coyote-waste.

He says he wants to grow it out, my mother said.

The shape inside was still the same.

It formed that same old rumbling laugh when I read to him a paragraph of

Ruth Stout being snarky about newfangled gardening practices.

Two nights later it was his turn to read to me, before he crept to bed in a Tampa Bay hotel room.

In the morning I would wing back to the wind-gaunted wheat prairies and he

would ride a rented wheelchair

up a cement ramp once more into the

breach of beveled needles and wafer skin spanned

too thin across acromion bones.

Tried believer, thy Lord hath a tear-bottle in which the costly drops of scared grief are put away, and a book in which thy holy groanings are numbered. By and by, thy holy suit shall prevail. Canst thou not be content to wait a little? Will not the Lord’s time be better than thy time?

Every magpie doesn’t have a coyote but every coyote has a magpie.

I know the morning the zinnias freeze to rustles what the tailbirds tattering out over the corral-fence have come to tell me.

I cannot find a vein this time. The anatomy is different when a horse is lying down. I keep having to leap aside when she rears high hindquarter-beached and thunder-hearted and fracks her sixty-pound head against the frozen ground.

The dormant alarms on my phone are still labeled for morphine and Haldol on rotation every two hours and have been for a year.

There is no hair left on the right side of her face.

Merciful Father, deliver us quickly from this.

Death is like childbirth, labor upon narrowing necessary labor. Good job, I said to him, my cheek on the same pillow, you are doing good work. Not long now. It’s been a lot of work. It’s okay to be done. You are doing good work.

I printed it and pinned it on the wall above the hospice bed:

Defeated, outmaneuvered fool! Did you mark how naturally—as if he had been born for it—the earthborn vermin entered the new life? All his doubts became, in the twinkling of an eye, ridiculous…

[miazims]

Sorry was busy yesterday so you’re getting today’s and yesterday’s CC. Modelled by my sim Celia.

CC links under the cut.

Outfit 1:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/clean-short-hair-er1120/id/1629045/

Eyeshadow: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/315716/kylie-the-nice-palette-sims4

Eyeliner: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/eyeliner-n132/id/1628838/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/cosmos-earrings/id/1628273/

Necklace: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/gentle-diamond-cluster-necklace/id/1628950/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/nysa-dress/id/1619635/

Outfit 2:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/harper-hair/id/1626157/

Piercing: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-piercings/title/francesca-nose-bridge-piercing/id/1628816/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n125/id/1628789/

Blush: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-blush/title/blush-z80/id/1628957/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/sweet-memories-top-02/id/1628779/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-party/title/mini-skirt-set-do619/id/1628815/

Outfit 3:

Hair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/davis-hair-74036701

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/sin-stud-earrings-for-women-and-men/id/1626917/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n124/id/1628788/

Eyeliner: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/eyeliner-n133/id/1628839/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/dress-10/id/1628270/

Outfit 4:

Hair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/bantu-knots-74887693

Earrimgs: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/bridal-earrings-03/id/1628015/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n30/id/1628856/

Lipgloss: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/medusa-lipgloss/id/1627905/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/top-11/id/1628266/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/patterned-midi-skirt-do616/id/1628812/

Outfit 5:

Hair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/davis-hair-74036701

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-n42/id/1628074/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n128/id/1628840/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/bridal-earrings-02/id/1628014/

Necklace: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/cosmos-necklace/id/1628272/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/lyra-vintage-dress-with-polka-dot-blouse/id/1628752/

Outfit 6:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/cute-updo-hairstyle-081122-whitney-by-s-club/id/1628748/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/vroni-earrings/id/1629030/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/stardust-eyeshadow/id/1628621/

Eyeliner: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/silja-eyeliner/id/1628858/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/women-s-coat-with-belt/id/1628778/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/rise-set-264-bottom-bd791/id/1628855/

Outfit 7:

Hair: https://www.patreon.com/posts/gwyn-hair-by-74435853

Necklace: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-necklaces/title/forever-necklace/id/1628866/

Eyeshadow: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-z144/id/1628959/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-n41/id/1628073/

Top: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/rise-set-264-top-bd790/id/1628854/

Bottom: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/ripped-jeans/id/1628823/

Bracelet: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-bracelets/title/merelynn-bracelet/id/1627996/

Outfit 8:

Hair: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-hair-hairstyles-female/title/clean-short-hair-er1120/id/1629045/

Eyeliner: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeliner/title/mishina-eyeliner/id/1628948/

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/mary-lipstick-hq/id/1628463/

Earrings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-earrings/title/forever-earrings/id/1628867/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-party/title/embellished-satin-dress-do614/id/1628810/

Leggings: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-accessories-female-leggings/title/shelby-leggings/id/1628919/

Outfit 9:

Hair: https://www.simsfinds.com/downloads/315702/hensley-hair-sims4

Lipstick: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-lipstick/title/lipstick-z239/id/1628962/

Lashes: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-makeup-female-eyeshadow/title/eyeshadow-n128/id/1628840/

Dress: https://www.thesimsresource.com/downloads/details/category/sims4-clothing-female-teenadultelder-everyday/title/silk-short-two-layer-dress/id/1628969/

[gentlesincc]

Queen Bee eyeshadow ♥ | kinda inspired by James Charles | #6

2 swatches

base game compatible

for female

from teen to elder

custom thumbnail for each swatch

kinda inspired by this James Charles look

thank u<3

download via simfileshare | ♥

please feel free to leave your feedback so I can see if you like what I do uwu

[nautiscarader]

SIN-noh confirmed!

And so, the legends were true, and DPPt remakes are on the horizon.... TWICE! Yeah, when I wrote that post in advance I did not expect we will have TWO games coming.

And, to celebrate that, I am suspending the daily shorter prompts and opening Pokémon-centric prompts! I have neglected one of my favourite franchises for a long time, and it’s time to make up for it. 

The twist is: all the NSFW prompts have to be inspired by names of Pokemon attacks. And there is SO MUCH potential. From the classic “Harden”, through “Spit” and "Swallow” to straight up “All-Out Pummelling”, and the lewdest of them all... “Holding Hands”. 

But just in case if you weren’t feeling creative, here is just a taste of what five minutes of skimming through that list could generate:

Sweet kiss (gentle sex)

Slack off (lazy sex)

Helping Hands (masturbation/handjob)

Chatter (dirty talk)

Lick (oral sex)

First impression (First time)

Vine Whip (bondage)

Play rough (rough sex)

Bite (love marks)

Hydro Pump (creampie)

Seed Bomb (impregnation)

Petal Dance (striptease)

String shot (facial)

Extremespeed (quickie)

Double team (group sex)

Flash (exhibitionism)

Sketch (filming/taking photos)

Detect (getting caught)

Swallow (blowjob)

Endure (sex marathon)

Moonlight (romantic sex)

Roar (loud sex)

Nature Power (sex outside)

Role play (role play, duh)

Aromatherapy (Aphrodisiac/sex pollen)

Lovely kiss  (Foreplay)

Heart swap (partner swap)

Topsy-turvy (complicated position)

Nuzzle (aftercare)

(feel free to add explanation and details if the name would be too confusing :p)

As for the ships: I haven’t really seen anime in ages, so I’d have to do some catching up or BS around with Ash and his harem of companions; as for the games, I am much more open to various pairings (or threesomes) between (aged-up) protagonists, or them with gym leaders/Elite four, etc. Feel free to try them, at worst I will not write about them and will roll my eyes at you :p

And of course if you don’t want to play my silly game, you can just send regular ideas :)

Ask here, on tumblr or CC 

[shinegone]

subject  line :  five  songs  associated  with  your  muse. from :  @wxrldkiller​ cc :  @winifrd​ , @pattyurs​ , @derryleader​ , @shotcalled​ , @trshmouth​ , @nonvia​ , &  anyone  else  !

01 /   great  escape  ( pt 1 ) - crippled  black  phoenix

    there’s  another  world  /  breaking  through beyond  the  veil  /  i  forgot  my  sins the  sound  of  wind  /  in  my  wings.

02 /   where  is  my  mind ? - safari  riot  ft. grayson  sanders  ( pixies  cover )

    with  your  feet  on  the  air  and  your  head  on  the  ground try  this  trick  and  spin  it,  yeah your  head  will  collapse  /  but  there’s  nothing  in  it and  you’ll  ask  yourself  [ chorus ]  where  is  my  mind ?

03 /   pyramid  song - radiohead

    i  jumped  into  the  river  /  black-eyed  angels  swam  with  me a  moon  full  of  stars  and  astral  cars and  all  the  things  i  used  to  see all  my  lovers  were  there  with  me  /  all  my  past  and  futures

04 /   kashmir - led  zepplin

     oh,  let  the  sun  beat  down  upon  my  face and  stars  fill  my  dream  /  i’m  a  traveler  of  both  time  and  space to  be  where  i  have  been  /  to  sit  with  elders  of  the  gentle  race this  world  has  seldom  seen  /  they  talk  of  days  for  which  they  sit  and  wait all  will  be  revealed.

05 /  life  song - the  black  angels

   how  can  i  explain with  no  voice  /  with  no  chance as  i’m  travelling  upside  down  /  into  a  world  of  the  unknown

obligatory  mention /  shine  on  you  crazy  diamond  ( part 1-9 ) - pink  floyd

   come  on  you  raver,  you  seer  of  visions come  on  you  painter,  you  piper,  you  prisoner,  and  shine

[vanillaxmochi]

The Goddess of Fate saw me and said “What a cute little baby! I know! Let's cast a spell on her and have some fun!"

I’ve been listening to “The Name Of The Sin” a lot lately

So anyway: Michaela

Michaela comes from a very long line of witches and has been studying magic since she was five with the guidance of her mother, aunt and grandmother. While she is no where near as skilled as Solomon or Maddi, she is considered a prodigy. Her hair is slowly turning white due to an excessive use of magic from a young age and while logically it’s supposed to be turning white at the roots, not the ends I decided to take the easy way out as always

Michaela is slightly (read: very) based off of Tsumugi Tsukioka from A3. Her name is a feminine form of Michael, the character Tsumugi plays in the New Winter Troupe's debut play: Sympathy for The Angel and her color palate was picked from the Bloomed version of Tsumugi's "Dappled Sunlight Garden" card, which features Michael as well. Her eye color is also Tsumugi's. Like her inspiration, Michaela is very gentle and kind, yet also a bit of a prankster and she's incredibly scary when angered. Her aunt always joked in saying that the reason Michaela is very skilled in magic was so she could pull of tricks and pranks without having to worry about getting caught. She was at least half right

Still Image Credits: Model: Michaela Leblac: TDA, Vanilla Mochi Lilies: 3Tail Pose: Snorlaxin Effect: 安堂, 下っ腹P, nil, GNX2, ikeno, okoneya, jyoko, sovoro, Beamman-P

Model Credits: Micheala Base: TDA, agahat, KamaNoTenshi Head: TDA, LouisXVIII-luyi Hair: Illusion, MijumaruNr1 Shirt: 72ca Dress: AneCoco Shoes: Theshadowman97 Necklace: LexaKiness,  xXFrenchToastXx Earrings: grafity-cc, Punkish-MMD Skin and Face Textures: MijunaruNr1 Eye Texture: Moyonote Hair SPH: 千紗みかん

[nemexia-of-the-nightfall]

Lord of Darkness

Song: When Darkness Spoke

I am the one who is honoured, and who is praised, and who is despised scornfully. 

I am peace, and war has come because of me. I am the substance and the one who has no substance. 

Those who are without association with me are ignorant of me, and those who are in my substance are the ones who know me. 

Those who are close to me have been ignorant of me, and those who are far away from me are the ones who have known me. 

On the day when I am close to you, you are far away from me, and on the day when I am far away from you, I am close to you. 

I am control and the uncontrollable. 

I am the union and the dissolution. 

I am the one below, and they come up to me.

I am the judgement and the acquittal.

I, I am sinless, and the root of sin derives from me.

I am lust in (outward) appearance, and interior self-control exists within me. 

I am the hearing which is attainable to everyone and the speech which cannot be grasped. 

I am a mute who does not speak, and great is my multitude of words. 

Hear me in gentleness, and learn of me in roughness. 

I am he who cries out, and I am cast forth upon the face of the world. I prepare the souls and my mind within. I am the knowledge of my name. 

I am the one who cries out, and I listen...

Taken from: The Nag Hammadi Library (Gnostic scriptures)

Hair by: @amethyst-sims​

Cloak by: @natalia-auditore

Headpiece by: @jennisims

Eyes by: @chazybazzy

Boots by: @shatsai

Skin by: @taty86

Pants by: @shushilda 

Roots and Column Set by @natalia-auditore​

Pose by @danjaley

Thank you to all CC creators!

[downinthedevildom]

So, I had this posted on my blog, but no one answered (I still appreciate all the likes though❤). I am now asking all my fave Obey Me! bloggers. I'm extremely curious about how people think/feel in relation to the game. 1. Do you relate to your favorite boy(s)? 2. How well do you relate to him(them)? 3. Why do you relate or don't relate? AND/OR What is your cardinal/mortal sin and why? (Not character wise, but just personally) Thank you both Angel💜 and Calla💚

I’m so glad to hear we are one of your favourite blogs lovely! It’s really nice to hear that, these kind of asks make my day! :3

1. Do you relate to your favourite boy(s)? and how well do you relate to them?

My favourite boys at the moment are Asmodeus and Beelzebub!

I definitely don’t have the narcissitic front of the lovely Asmo but I’m definitely playful in nature and I can jokingly flirt like no tomorrow. I like my fashion and I can be dramatic and a bit shameless with my thoughts if given the opportunity. I’m sure you’ve seen some of my filthiness around here 😂😅 ~read the tags, this girl cracks me up x3 you won’t regret it!~

As for Beelzebub I relate to him far more. Family is innately important to him and he’s quite loyal. He seems to me to be gentle in nature and well... he has a twin too! Also food. I love food. So much. It’s a big part of my life with cooking for lots of people, trying new things, the lot! ~Calla cooks for her family practically everyday and the things she makes has me drooling all the way from over the ocean! 😂~

2. What is your cardinal/mortal sin and why?

Sloth. Much to my dismay, I’m a very apathetic person. My motivation has yet to be managed and I’m often sitting at low energy. It affects my ability to do work and contribute to things. Lazy to a fault, I say! ~she’s not kidding too. Sleepy girl needs bribing to do her uni work sometimes it’s adorable! 😂 BUT SHE WORKS HARDER THEN SHE GIVES HERSELF CREDIT FOR AND THIS IS TRUTH! 😤 I will bite your knee caps woman. Fite me!~ >:CC

~Mod Calla💚

REALLY! These kind of asks give me life, it’s so much fun to ramble about this kind of things and I’m really really happy to hear we are one of your favorite! It’s an honor! 🥰🥰 we love you Kiwi!!

1. Do you relate to your favourite boy(s)? and how well do you relate to them?

So! Right now, my favorite boys are Mammon and Lucifer! Daivolo too, but that is entirely Callas fault and we’re not here to talk about that 👀 ~ I will not apologise for my evil deeds! You will suffer the love for the demon prince and you will enjoy it! I have no remorse 😌 ~

I relate to mammon so damn much, big dumb vibes are so strong here! Just his whole energy speaks to me on a personal level. He cares and try’s to help so much but it backfires. His family is always putting him down (big mood) but at least they all still love him under it all the insults! Big hyperactive ball of pure idiocy but he means well x3. Only thing is, there is no tsundere in my veins. I’m more of the ‘aggressively shower you in love and you are just gonna have to deal with it’ kinda gal 😅 ~She’s the most energetic girl I know! Definitely brightens your day with her goofiness. she’s also one of the most sweetest people you’ll ever meet! Biggest heart, this one!~

I relate less with Lucigoosey but I understand his pain with trying to fix situations with his family causing issues. Being the voice of reason when needed. Oh and the coffee addiction, lack of sleep due to needing to finish what ever work there is to be done! That’s a big strong relatable mood for sure! ~ she does not even exist in her own damn Timezone 😂 caffeine is in her blood and sleep isn’t in her vocabulary 😤 ~

2. What is your cardinal/mortal sin and why?

Wrath for sure! Actualy it wasn’t that long ago that myself and Calla spoke about this! Sure it takes a lot to get me to snap nowadays but when I do... 😅 run. After spending 3 years in court mandated anger management during my secondary school years, I’ve very much changed as a whole. My psycho days are far past me now but there is always going to be the underlining rage that boils in my blood. ~ Girl’s got a fire in her! fully believe this is also her short energy creeping through too... ily wifey! 😂💚 ~ >O

~Mod Angel💜

[witchingrey]

He reaches and pushes her bangs out of the way, revealing the emblazoned design on her forehead. "Does it hurt?" His own does, from time to time. It's the small things that join him and CC together; the bits of pain, the small happinesses they accumulate. He wants to understand her.

Slow comprehension dawns on her face. Slow enough for his aristocratic fingers to touch and smooth the scope of light bangs and reveal something she’s always had….a silenced opinion about. Something condensed into a simple, ‘it exists, and it is ugly and I wish to be rid of it’, like failed prayers on her tongue. But she does let herself speak; not yet, there is no coy nor wily teases in a comely face, eternally untouched by the throes and lulls of time. 

“….Do you know what personal space is?” She finally manages; her eyes a bit larger than their usual lidded, lazy slant. Like a predator that had long sheathed her claws into the role of an observer of other hunts. But ah, she has long been many other things, a bird, a snake, a wolf, the slaughtered lamb, anything but what she had originally been.

 “You don’t, do you? Then again royalty  has ‘obligatory’ gaps for laxness in teaching manners, I suppose.” Another sharp tease, like a prod of a metal tip that could have drenched itself in far hotter fires. 

“Although I suppose that hardly applies now  — Le?” She doesn’t like being interrupted, ever. Nor does she particularly favor stubbornness, but she understands Lelouch’s inherent care, borne from a strong foundation of trust that had not bent nor broken despite all manner of hell both delivered from their hands nor the world itself.  From the cloying scent of blood beneath their nails; the various masks he had crafted for every occasion until there simply was no longer a ‘Lelouch’ to see.

Not for her, though. 

She isn’t really comfortable risking her accomplice being compromised by touching something dangerous. That makes her eyes take on a more prominent glaze; something veiled but clearly he’s touched upon something here; talking to her like this. Touching something that to her was her privacy and only a fraction of a body turned into a collective of scars both emotional and physical  . He acts as if he isn’t a man grown by now, but a curious boy, grasping at something he admittedly does not understand.

“I get headaches.” She finally says; not realizing that internally, beneath his gaze hidden, like so many things with her, C.C.’s teeth worried her inner bottom lip. As if withholding the practiced recoil of being ‘touched’ much less being ‘unveiled’ as she had cryptically spoken of when being fatally pierced in Narita.

Quickly, briefly averting sharp golden eyes; slightly dulled: “….I think I have them, anyway. Obviously I don’t. There’s no way to have a prolonged pain that my mind hasn’t conjured up, right? So it’s just a phantom pain of something..that doesn’t exist.” A half-teasing, half twisted smile.

“Absurd to hear from me, isn’t it? That I imagine myself having headaches? It’s logically impossible…but I suppose so am I.” C.C. briefly ghosts a thumb against his eyelid, the motions are strangely gentle, protective. Her expression is serious, but there is a pause, a pregnant hesitance.

“…I’d imagine that it would give you eye strain or a good headache far more real than mine, Lelouch. So… it’s not really important, is it? “ She does not yet reveal to him that she knows all too well having two glowing red eyes in the gloom of a cathedral which held no god to love her. She does not admit that she has been in his shoes in a way that would invoke nightmares for him. She does not speak the name of Mao, like a curse and a cross drenched in the blood of her sins long begun before he had ever entered her life.

 It is because of these things and because perhaps this man is the way he is, and still in some ways only a boy, that the Witch finds they both are at a stand still, monitoring each other’s respective marks with a concern one implores her to accept; and the recipient has no idea still, what to really do with but return the gesture. Lelouch’s care for her was not anticipated, she had expected his scorn the entirety of their bond…their contract, their ..their bond? No, perhaps in his heart he truly….enough. What matters is not letting the past repeat. 

A beat. 

“…Are the contacts — “ A pause again.“Do they help? I can maybe find better ones. If they really do hurt though…..tell me immediately. That will give me enough pain to really produce a realistic headache, and you cause me enough.” Dryly, bluntly, but not near as cold as it had been at their start.

He’s in no danger with her; she won’t produce projections or any measure of her abilities, inward trembling at something so long hidden revealed aside, but…that didn’t make it a happy thing to touch, it never made anyone happy, and it would never make him happy, and thus soon enough the scorn she anticipated would be made real..wouldn’t it? 

….and C.C. wonders when exactly that remotely mattered to her.

[prettywordsyouleft]

i hope i’m not too late! can i request a fluffy drabble with boyfriend jinyoung? thank you! also how was your week? 💖

Not too late, that was me - I wasn’t home on time! My week has been long. I’ve worked all week long and whilst I’ve enjoyed it, I’ve not written until today so I’m feeling a little stressed, haha! 

I think we all need a little bit of fluffy Jinyoung after the sin that has plagued this CC tonight so far XD

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x reader

Word count: 233

______________________

“What is all this?” 

Spinning to see Jinyoung entering the kitchen space, you grinned up at him, smearing flour over your forehead as you wiped back your hair. “What does it look like!”

“Do I answer this objectively or…”

“Jinyoung!” you whined as he chuckled, inspecting the batter you were whipping up curiously.

“Someone must be having a birthday tomorrow,” he mused and you gasped noisily, throwing him off a little.

“Tomorrow? Good grief no. I was craving cake and decided to bake one to eat once it’s cooled.”

Jinyoung eyed you carefully, reaching to dip a finger into your batter. Swatting him away, he sucked at his finger and scrunched his face up. “You mess up my kitchen and you make the cake mixture too bland. Definitely not worthy of a birthday cake.”

“Hey!” You gaped at him, pouting immediately. You weren’t the best in the kitchen, but you knew you could bake a good vanilla cake. Glaring at your boyfriend, you turned back to your task at hand. “I’m eating this today now. Your birthday is cancelled!”

“Oh no, if you’re baking me a cake, then it’s still on,” he corrected, enveloping you in a back hug and distracting you by leaving gentle kisses along your neck. When he reached your ear, you sighed in content. He chuckled. “I hope you plan on cleaning this all up later though.”

“You’re impossible!”

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My ask box is open for this week’s Chelle Chats!

[stusbunker]

Known: Mark Your Move

A Supernatural Dark Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dean Winchester x Demon!reader, Sam, Dean x Female Vessel OC

Series Masterlist // Full Masterlist

Summary: Chloe’s beginning to feel the demon inside her while Dean accepts the Mark of Cain.

Word Count: 2784

Warnings: Possession and therefore dub!con smut, angry sex, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, spanking, cream pie, voyeurism (sort of?), Angst.

Location: West Newton, Pennsylvania

Time was never noted until lives were on the line. Then it was seconds and space between her and the victims, distance from her to making the kill shot or whipping her knife across a room. All her life, CC managed to avoid the business week blues and oddly nostalgic rites of passage because she had never been a normal kid. And as an adult, she lived on the schedule of the hunt, traveling and existing outside of the designated 9 to 5 concept of working hours. But now that she was losing chunks of time, every other certainty seemed to be failing her. It happened in moments of intense adrenaline, episodes where she got from one place to another without consciously making the choice to move. Vampires were decapitated, werewolves were shot, and ghosts were burned all with little to no knowledge of her contributions. Until she washed the blood and graveyard dirt from her hands, she hadn’t realized the jobs were done.

Then there was Dean, an hour white-knuckling through interchanges all because she found out Kevin Tran was dead. Because Dean Winchester let an angel infest Sam. What the hell had he been thinking? Then suddenly, nothing. She woke to a stale half eaten doughnut and two unmade beds. Chloe stayed in the motel for another day and night after Dean left, her mind leaving her with bigger and bigger questions and although it was blaringly clear this wasn’t just a particularly nasty hangover. She begrudgingly started to question her stability. Screw genetics.

January 21, 2014

Dean was getting to be too predictable, but he was on his own, which meant this rare window of opportunity was not to be ignored. Crowley kept a tail on the girl Dean left at the motel while he found himself a seat at the bar. Always the salesman, he let the juicy details of the penultimate weapon ooze from his mouth. After all the time he spent holed up in their basement, he was going to enjoy the game. All around the mulberry bush, the demon teased the squirrel.

Pierre, South Dakota

February 6, 2014

           “How you doing, Squirt?” CC leaned to look Sam in the eye as they shook hands.

           “Good, yeah, well, better,” Sam shrugged.

           “Man, I knew you were a magnet for the most extreme, but another Angel possession? That’s not something you forget. My Gran—”

           Sam cleared his throat as Dean stalked out of the precinct, notepad still in his hand. Relief evident as the line of questioning was interrupted, “So?”

           “Richard Evans, 58, healthy, died while shoveling,” Dean started. “But get this, he was frozen from the inside out.”

           “Same as the others,” CC added, not surprised.

           “Yes, but he had no beef with anyone. In fact, everyone loved the guy.” They walked to the Impala, CC following to slip into the backseat.

           “Okay, let’s start with the widow and then maybe find out more from the other families. Maybe there is a connection the locals missed?” her voice was smooth and to the point, but Dean tensed as he caught her eyes in the rear view mirror.

           “Yeah, sounds good,” Sam agreed. “We have enough going on, between the three of us it should be an easy close.”

           “Don’t say that man,” Dean sighed.

           “Wait, what else is going on?” Dean and Sam had a silent argument in the front seat as CC watched in mild amusement.

           “What Dean doesn’t want to tell you, Chloe, is that he decided to let Crowley convince him to get Marked by Cain. You know, the first murderer,” Sam snipped as Dean drove down the street.

           “You’re just jealous I didn’t bring you an autograph, Sammy,” Dean’s deflection fell on deaf ears.

           The story unfolded, the gravity of the situation and the unknown effects of the curse tossing you into a demonic tizzy. One the one hand, Crowley was free and ever present in the life of someone you wouldn’t leave be. On the other hand, an ancient primal evil now resided in Dean’s flesh, damning and devious, making you tremble with anticipation. CC was much more affected by the first hand’s affairs. Climbing out of the car, CC quickly caught up to the Winchesters on the sidewalk.

           “Dean, do you not fucking listen?! To any of us? I just told you to stop making deals with fucking monsters and what’s the next thing you do? Leave me in a motel to answer your Angel buddy’s concerns about Sam and grace tracking, only to follow it up by going on a hunt for an Old Testament villain, WITH the Goddamn King of HELL?!” She had a fair point.

“Alright, enough!” Dean glared at CC before heading into the victim’s house. “Look, you want to chew me out, fine. Not here, not now. We’ve got a case, when we have the time, you know where to find me. For now, zip it, Cease.”

If you had a jaw of your own, you would have been scraping it off the pavement. She had provoked him in a way you hadn’t seen, it sent your every nerve on fire. CC seemed almost as shocked as you were, a cold strip straightened her spine as she gaped back at Dean. He waited, chin hitching at the sudden silence. If he had more to throw at her, he held back, rapping his thick knuckles on the simple front door.

Sam quirked his head, brow pinched, and lips pursed. Even though he seemed to share your (and CC’s) sentiments, you really wanted to smack that look off his face. Luckily for every human involved, the vic’s wife answered the door.

***

Through some subtle hints and piercing glances, Dean ditched Sam for the afternoon. CC felt the heat of her anger and a pull from the power inside him, battle for her will. Some twisted judgement won bringing her to Sam and Dean’s motel room, after intentionally making Dean wait for it. Chloe knocked twice before straightening her shoulders to look him dead in the eye.

Dean’s wide palm rested against the door, barring her from entering. His heavy glare pinned her to the spot, a deep chill ran through her, clawing you awake inside her mind. Heat pinched at her temples, her body reacting as your lust fueled the fire that started within her veins. Dean watched, seeing the strain simmer in her eyes, contracting pupils and breaths giving him all he needed. The Mark was ruddy on his smooth skin, it taunted her; you longed to bite it. The fear elevated her senses as he leaned forward, his body heat hummed a forbidden melody. Menacing and meticulous.

He spoke to the door, his voice low and gravelly, eyes on the over-painted wood grain, “You don’t have to do this.”

“I don’t?” she snipped back, head snapping to lock on to Dean’s darkening irises. Chloe regretted it instantly, because his lips were at her eye level instead. Dean snapped his tongue behind his teeth, licking his lips knowingly. She rolled her eyes, impetuous, while his whiskey and grease tinged breath straightened every hair on the back of her neck. She couldn’t hide the shiver, her eyes falling closed as she tried to roll the tension from her shoulders.

His amusement rumbled in his chest, the arrogance spreading her frustration across her face.

“But you want to.” Dean finished, looking down at her with a mix of playfulness and an unnamable glint.

“I’m not the only one,” she whispered once Dean’s warm lips fell on the gentle slope of her neck. He rocked his hips into her side, a hearty affirmation.

‘Bitch, do you hear yourself?!’ you balked. If she didn’t keep it together, you were taking over, this wasn’t a game. Her pornographic sigh brought you back to the surface, finding his hands now gripping her waist firmly as her hands worked his belt. In a frenzy of unfastening and some scrapping of nails, they freed each other from their clothing. She ached with want and as he led her down to the perfectly made bed, you took hold, locking her away with a single thought.

Everything was impossibly soft, except him. Dean was bulk and angles, hidden behind the smoothest of skin. His length dug into your stomach and as you felt him whole and ready in your hands at last, a visceral growl escaped your lips. He shifted, gripping your collar bone as his mouth popped open letting out the sweetest of gasps. You watched him hungrily, taking in each subtle reaction as you stroked him.

As much as you loved the show, it was time to find your seat. With a brush of your lips over his, you slid down his body, nails of your free hand leaving a delicious path down Dean���s heaving chest, stopping at his flat, yet soft stomach. Your knees fell beside his feet, and he finally opened his eyes to look down at you. His desire and reverence twisted in your gut, in attempt at averting them completely: you shoved down those thoughts that bordered on feelings.

You braced yourself against his thigh and began to drag your tongue from base to tip of his pulsing cock. When Dean hissed you repeated the motion, soon his massive hands were in your hair, pulling you closer without ceremony. You dragged your teeth over the path you had laid, and he loosened his hold, palms finding their way to rest on your shoulders, heavy and warm. You hummed in satisfaction and got to work.

His swollen head offered you a sample of his flavor, taking it with your tongue as your lips encased him.

***

Dean was trying to stay upright, his toes curled, digging into the floorboards as Chloe’s mouth pulled him into pure bliss. Her lips were strong and tongue sinful, lapping at the broad veins and channel along the underside of his dick. Her rough hand was nibble, cupping his sack with each bob of her head. Just as he slowly began to roll his hips to add to her rhythm, the softness of her mouth gave way to the burning drag of teeth, Dean pushed off reflexively. Her tongue tsking against her traitorous incisors.

She fell back on her heals, a menacing smirk settled on her face and she spread her legs wide. Fuck.

***

His eyes flashed, taking in your challenge, while staling along the glistening entrance you teased him with. Dean visibly swallowed, looked to the ceiling and swore beneath his breath.

“On the bed,” you said plainly, standing as he gathered himself. His distrust only deepened your resolve. He pursed his lips and looked down at you, in a jarring motion a firm arm pinned you to his chest.

It came out as a rumble against your ear, “Ladies first.”

Your neck rolled, exposing your throat to his hot mouth, body instinctively submitting to him, despite your every effort to control the situation. He took the opening and sucked forcefully against the sensitive muscles. He backed you into the bed, thighs hitting the mattress top and suddenly he was gone, releasing the vice like grip of his lips and his roaming hands in a calculated gesture. It was his turn to taunt you, he rubbed his long and reddened member as you debated your next move.

“You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Dean moaned, want and frustration burning you with a mossy glare.

“Hey, you’re the one jacking off while there is a pussy wet and waiting right here,” you snapped, turning your back to him, climbing on to the bed. He didn’t disappoint. Dean grabbed your hips so fast you lost your breath. He bent you further, nipples brushing against the stiff comforter. His hand connected with your ass cheek as the opposite hand rolled his cock over your folds.

“Now that’s what I like to see,” his voice a delicious bark, as he placed his head at your aching entrance. Suddenly he thrust through, stopping before he sighed, “better than promised.”

Dean was large and forceful, every entry of his impressive length, stretching and working you from the inside out. He perched one leg on the bed behind your thigh, holding you down on the small of your back. The pressure grew as his weight pinned you in place. You melted into the fabric, the pleasure simmered in you as he hit his target over and over again. You moaned against the chill in the air, your exposed shoulders tingling against the fire that Dean stoked within you. Every sensation built on the last, your walls shook against him and Dean muttered his appreciation.

“That’s my girl,” Dean’s voice dropped into a groan as you pushed back, trying to reassert yourself. He pounded harder, his powerful hips slamming into your ass, his nuts slapping against your clit in the most audible of ways. The fluttering started before you felt the rush and soon you had fallen over the edge.

“Deeeeeeeeeaaannnnn-,” you warned, but it was too late. You clamped down on him, frozen in place. Unable to meet his ministrations or try to gain the upper hand. You had finished first, leaving him the self-righteous victor.

“That’s it, baby, you like that?” Dean’s fingertips dug into your side while his thumb bruised your ass, the bite of his short nails adding to the heat between your legs. “You’re not done here. Stay with me, C.C.”

Right, Chloe.

That’s who he was fucking, not you, not really. The maddening realization flooded you and you locked your arms, pushing him back on two feet. His cock twitched inside your core as he heaved with strain. With both feet back on the ground, you used only her natural upper body strength to balance against the bed, countering his every thrust. You fucked him back and the motion turned violent, your ass tender and clit throbbing with it all.

He landed a heavy palm on your unmarked cheek, clenching the meat between his thick fingers. You felt her clawing at your control, her name bringing her back to the forefront of her own thoughts. You grinned at her helplessness, letting her feel the burn of his cock inside your shared cunt, but not letting her see or speak. Not yet. You felt your eyes blacken as Dean huffed and let out a sob like moan.

“Fuhhhhhh-,” he almost whimpered, and as his hips locked you felt his finish coat your insides. It was thick and heady, you pitched up on your tip toes, his strong thumbs pulling your cheeks apart to watch his seed spill around his softening shaft. “Damn, that pussy takes me so good.”

You whined once he pulled completely out, the emptiness only sated by the juiciness of his spendings. You fell forward on to the bed, reveling in every spot he had marked and abused. She was going to be sore and you owed him for the reminders. His broad chest hovered above your back, his body heat radiating against your nakedness. His mouth was tender and soft, a telltale contrast to the beast you had just wrestled.

“Told ya,” you could feel his smirk against your skin.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” His chin rested on your shoulder, his face flush against your curtain of hair that had come lose.

“Good call, Tweedle Dean,” you quipped, clenching as he tickled your sides. Falling against him and the pillows, you kissed. It was short and almost timid after everything. But, all too soon he was excusing himself to shower, while you refused to move. Reveling in the freedom and the power shutting her way had granted you. She enjoyed it, loved the feel of watching him fuck her without being the one participating. It was a narcissistic form of voyeurism, you knew as well as she did. But you had also let her into your own thoughts.

Sharing on that level was dangerous. And so, you spent the remainder of the afternoon repainting her memories, reliving the events in her mind added another layer of arousal between your thighs. With eyes closed and mouth open, you feigned sleep, feeling his gaze the moment he left the bathroom. You thought of all the ways he would take you next, but her mental and physical exhaustion won out, and you let her slumber wash over you both.

Once Dean was cleaned and ready to get back to the case, he left. Meeting an annoyed Sam at the bar they had run into Chloe at the night before. He couldn’t keep the smug look from his face and Sam couldn’t keep the disapproval off of his.

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Modern Day Irish Button Accordion Legend – Tony MacMahon

‘There’s no bog hole too deep for all the accordions in Ireland’ is a sentiment that some might agree with, but definitely not something you’d expect to hear from the mouth of one of Ireland’s greatest accordion players.If ever there was a statement to sum up the great Tony MacMahon, that’s it!A wonderful contradiction of talent, humility and self deprecation, Tony is one of the greatest Irish button accordion players to have ever graced the world of Traditional Irish Music. Not that he’d ever agree with that statement himself!Though sometimes considered a controversial figure due to his passionate views on Irish music, there’s no denying his contribution to the tradition. He has played with the best of the best and earned his rightful place among the greats of Irish music. Contents [hide]Inspiration Strikes Reverent and Humble A Dedicated Life Lifetime Achievement Award Farewell to Music Tony MacMahon – Master of the Tradition Inspiration Strikes Born in 1939, Tony MacMahon is a proponent of the C#/D press and draw style of Irish button accordion playing. His father came from an area steeped in traditional Irish music and dance and his mother concertina player. So, like most of the greats, he was surrounded by music from a young age.Growing up in Co. Clare, Tony was inspired by the accordion playing of the legendary Joe Cooley. Joe was a frequent visitor to the MacMahon household, arriving on the back of a motorbike – every inch the epitome of a modern day wandering minstrel.During the years in which Joe Cooley was ‘raising a storm of music through Clare’, Tony MacMahon fell in love with his playing. There’s no doubt he idolised the charismatic accordion player, and still does to this day. He reminisces fondly on the magical experience that was hearing Joe play the accordion:When he played he threw his head back, closed his eyes and seemed to sink down into his own playing, making the music go on, seemingly forever. Your senses were assaulted… a slow music-massage of your inner being, drawing out every little molecule of tenderness you had. – Tony MacMahon, Journal of MusicJoe Cooley was not the only brilliant musician to inspire the young Tony MacMahon however. Piper Willie Clancy and fiddle player Bobby Casey were both neighbours, while the likes of Tommy Potts and Felix Doran were also frequent visitors to the house.It’s hardly surprising that today, like Joe Cooley, Tony MacMahon is also regarded as one of the most iconic and influential Irish button accordion players – despite his own protests to the contrary. Reverent and Humble The true magic of Tony Mac Mahon lies not only in his skilled playing or unique style, but in his humble, unassuming nature.Like most great musicians within the Irish music community he does not consider himself ‘one of the greats’. His reverence for the music and tradition is evident at all times, but his attitude to his own musical skills seems to be almost dismissive.In his own words he has claimed that:I wouldn’t regard my own music either as traditional or indeed anything to write home about. A self-appointed, big-mouthed guru, I plead guilty to most of the musical sins, mortal and venial, which I have laid at the doors of others. For longer than I care to remember, I have hacked my way through tunes of beauty and tenderness on stage. – Tony MacMahon, Journal of MusicTo those who don’t know Tony, this could easily be misinterpreted as false modesty. A brilliant musician deflecting, purely to seem all the more humble. Really, it’s evidence of his grá (love) for Irish music.This is perhaps best explained by first understanding Tony’s own attitude to traditional Irish music:It means having a mind-set to one’s gift that is devoid of aggression, of narrow personal ambition. It involves an innocence, a humility in being the bearer of something that can infuse both musician and listener with a shaft of luminous joy. – Tony MacMahon, Journal of MusicA Dedicated Life Tony MacMahon’s influence on traditional Irish music has been far-reaching.Throughout his life Tony has done brilliant work not

only in advocating the old press and draw style of Irish button accordion playing, but also in promoting other musicians. Much of his career as a producer and presenter in RTÉ (Raidío Teilifís Éireann – Ireland’s national broadcaster) was dedicated to promoting the careers of other traditional musicians. Tony is a man who, despite his own musical skill, was always putting others first.MacMahon enjoyed a long career with RTÉ, beginning work in 1969 and retiring in 1998. He began his career as a presenter of traditional Irish music TV programmes before becoming a radio producer. Tony established the iconic Irish music radio show, The Long Note which brought top quality Irish music to every home in Ireland.Among his many TV contributions are the shows The Pure Drop and Come West Along the Road, to name but a few in a long list of incredibly popular and successful shows that have been dedicated to showcasing the best that Irish music has to offer. As Sue Wilson of Roots says,Even if he wasn’t the man who first brought The Bothy Band together to perform on his RTÉ radio programme The Long Note, accordionist Tony Mac Mahon’s place in Ireland’s traditional music pantheon would nonetheless be secure.But luckily he was, and the traditional Irish music community is all the richer for the support Tony MacMahon has shown it throughout the years. Today’s landscape could have been very different indeed if not for his gentle encouragement and passionate commitment.Lifetime Achievement Award For a man as humble as Tony, you can imagine how outraged he must have been to be honoured with the TG4 Gradam Ceoil Lifetime Achievement Award in 2004. This is one of the highest accolades in traditional Irish music and Tony is a truly deserving recipient.If music doesn’t make that little part of your back crawl or give you that intense thrill of knowing that you’re alive in the world for an instant in time, then it’s wasted. – Tony Mac MahonThere’s no doubt that time spent listening to Tony’s playing is time well spent indeed. His lively, rhythmic playing is energetic without ever being frantic. He’s never in a rush to get to the end of a tune. You can tell he considers and appreciates every note along the way.You can also easily hear the influence of Tony’s first mentor Joe Cooley in his playing style. Have a listen to his passionate performance from the event, alongside the magical guitar player Steve Cooney and see if you agree. Farewell to Music In 2014, Tony was misdiagnosed with Parkinsons Disease due to a tremor in his hands. As a result he announced his retirement from music, but not before he was convinced to record (and believe me, it took some convincing) his magnum opus, his final album, Farewell to Music.Despite receiving rave reviews for his collaborations with iconic concertina player and fellow Clareman Noel Hill, singer Iarla Ó Lionard and the legendary guitarist Steve Cooney, Tony frequently required gentle encouragement to showcase and archive his own solo accordion playing. His most recent album was no exception. While he is highly regarded as one of the most influential Irish accordion players in the history of the instrument, Tony had released only two solo albums prior to this recording.Farewell to Music is a beautiful collection of slow airs – perhaps an unexpected offering from a button accordion player, but Tony MacMahon is highly regarded for his slow air playing.This is hardly surprising however, when you consider his reverence for the music, and the regard in which he holds the tradition. Only a true master could tackle these airs in such a meaningful and touching manner.It would be easy for an album of slow airs to seem maudlin and morose, but there is an air of celebration throughout. Each track offers its own unique moments of beauty which ‘resonate long after the final note has sounded’.Tony MacMahon – Master of the Tradition The opening track, Farewell to Music, aptly borrowed from the great composer and harp player Turlough O’Carolan himself, sets the scene perfectly. This is one of my favourite tracks on the

album: It’s a perfect example of Tony’s simplistic, unaffected playing style. There are no unnecessary bells and whistles in Tony’s playing – there never have been. This should not be interpreted as lack of skill however.Tony is a perfect example of an older, truly traditional style of accordion playing. Each note is filled with intent. His playing feels almost like a tribute to all those great accordion players who have gone before him and in whose footsteps he has followed.Tony Mac Mahon famously shared a flat with legendary piper and singer Seamus Ennis in the 1960s. It’s he who Tony credits with most strongly influencing his intimate performance and tender interpretation of Irish slow airs.Farewell to Music should be compulsory listening for anyone who wants to master the art of Irish slow air playing, whatever instrument the play. Tony gives voice to these airs, breathing life into them in the same way a sean nós singer would.The result is thirteen poignant and beautifully delicate renditions that will be remembered as some of the greatest artistry to have ever graced the world of traditional Irish music.I spent a few days playing nothing but slow airs, digging deep into the fertile soil of those beautiful, plaintive, moving melody-narratives of our great tradition, to see what I could find there, one last time. – Tony MacMahonNever was there a more fitting farewell from a true master to his beloved art form. [Image: Athlour via Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0]

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