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as an irving lover i do get the whole "serving cunt face card doesn't decline sexy leather jacket corporate espionage" posting about him but let's not forget that he is also a dorky old man in suspenders. and that is also deeply desirable

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If you followed me for my Venus. S Content erm.. there will be more of that. I am also writing a Irving/Cecil/Burt fic that will be explicit.. I also might do a fic that like.. it's "written" by Venus S.

Venus S. Is an oc? That is also just my name.. she is me and I am her.. she's my self insert or whatnot.. um low-key she's gonna write Irving/Felicia I think, bc.. Irving is bisexual and is going to date all of O&D 🤧

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idk if there is an audience for this, but I yearn for Irving Bailiff x Cecil Feilds.. is there anything that connects 2 men more than falling in love with the same man? This is just a little excerpt of what I might write if anyone is interested.. its an au?.. (would eventually lead into Burt/Cecil/Irving)

The house is empty and dim without Burt in it, Cecil is alone. There is stew cooking on the stove, it fills the house with a pleasant smell.. meat, and herbs. The silence is broken by a knock on the door, It's Irving. It is always Irving these days. The best way to describe Irving is.. polite. Too polite. Despite Cecil's many years in the Lutheran Church, he will never be so polite. He will forever be rough around the edges, scared when he should feel comforted. Jealous when he should be happy.

Irving smiles when Cecil answers the door, he does not have to force it. The man is wearing a worn leather jacket over a navy blue sweater, his jeans have paint stains over the thighs. Cecil feels his lips press into a thin line, he doesn't hate Irving. That would be ridiculous.

"..Burt's not home, sailor-" Cecil leans against the door frame, as if Irving would try to force himself into the house. He feels as though he is the rocky shore, Irving is a lost sailor, and Burt is the light house.. but Burt isn't here now. No one to guide Irving away from Cecil's rough edges.

Irving hummed, his eyebrows raising slightly.. "..What a shame- good thing you're here though." He pauses for a moment, expecting Cecil to let him in. When Cecil doesn't make any move to do so, Irving perks up a bit. "..Oh- I left my gloves here.. last time I was over for dinner- Burt said you'd let me in."

Cecil sighed, of course he did.. To avoid looking like a complete asshole, Cecil steps aside "..Of course- wouldn't want your hands to freeze off in this weather." He forced a chuckle, his head tilting "..You two.. text?"

Irving nodded, his eyes looking to the floor as he made an effort not to track in any snow.. "..Yes- I thought he.. would've told you.." Irving's voice gets quiet for a moment as he looks for his gloves- for a second, Cecil believes he sees Irving's hands shaking.

Cecil closed the door behind Irving, he shrugged "..suppose the texts are friendly-" his jaw clenched.

"-And what if they're not?" Even Irving's eyes widened as he said it, as if the words from his lips surprised himself too. The air in the room seemed to shift, and Irving could not bring himself to look Cecil in the eye.

Cecil blinked, perhaps he preferred it when Irving was polite. Cecil huffed out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he couldn't help but laugh. "..So- So what? You've come here to gloat?-"

Irving's expression softened, he shook his head. "..No- no.. I don't know why I said that it is only friendly. I just.." Irving looked lost, and in a way he was. Where had his life gone? Never been loved before, and now he was licking up scraps from a married man. And he liked it.

Cecil chuckled, he always did that. Laugh at the wrong time. It must have made Irving feel small, perhaps Irving deserved it. "..You just wish they weren't- hm?" Cecil's voice was harsh. He was jealous, of the whole situation. He didn't know who he wanted to be like more, to have a love affair or to feel something new with Burt. Maybe some days he just wished he had something to look forward to.

Irving's hands were shaking, it was a definite fact, and Irving knew it himself. "..You know the answer already, so why ask?" Irving did feel small, and his chest ached. It was wrong to want Burt, he had a husband at home. As Irving's eyes looked around this house Burt and Cecil had made. It was clear, they had loved each other. He couldn't reason himself out of this- suffocation.

Irving's eyes settled on a picture of Burt and Cecil's wedding, it sat on a small table by the door next to keys and mail. There was a bit of dust on the frame, because it belonged there. A concept Irving seemingly had never understood. "..There are a million reasons to love Burt- I'm sure you know that better than anyone.."

Cecil didn't say a word, didn't look at Irving. Maybe that's why Irving continued.

"-A million reasons to love him, and only one reason I can't-" Irving's voice faltered.. he finally looked at Cecil, trying to catch his eye. "..It's you. You're the only reason I can't have him, can't love-"

Irving stops. He has been cut off by Cecil's hands grabbing at his leather jacket, pulling him down. Cecil forces Irving to look up at him. "..You can't love him because you're a coward-" Their faces are inches apart, Cecil's voice is cruel. Maybe he wants to hurt Irving. His voice shakes "..what if I told you I didn't care?" This would be a lie. "What if I told you to take what you want, and leave me out of it?? Would you?"

Irving has to slouch to be shorter than Cecil, he shook his head. A confession, almost.

Cecil laughed, he has a white-knuckled grip on Irving's jacket "..Coward- don't blame me for your cowardice. You can't love him because you can't take what you want." Cecil's eyes burned into Irving's..

Irving felt weak, small. An overwhelming sense of cowardice, that's what he was. A coward. Irving's tremoring hands reached for Cecil's collar, and he tugged as he settled on to his knees. Irving could not handle being forced to slouch over anymore, it was Cecil's turn.

Cecil stood slouched over Irving. His grip loosened, mostly out of shock. Irving had fallen to his knees, and threatened to take Cecil with him.. Cecil could only hear his own breath for moment "..I hate you-" he managed to say through his bared teeth.

Irving's response was not words, but rather to tilt his head, and lean into Cecil. His lips against the other's. The faint outline of Gustav Klimt's 'The Kiss' emerges in Irving's mind, the way Cecil is slouched over him in the same way. He feels love that isn't there. Love in contempt, he is sure Cecil will pull away.

It made it all the more confusing when Cecil kissed back. Cecil felt the flutter of Irving's mustache over his lips, and decided to lean in. It was sweet, Irving still tasted like his toothpaste. Cecil wondered if Irving imagined he tasted like Burt. Perhaps Cecil wanted to take something away from Burt, in a way.

The kiss ended as soon as it started. Irving coughed, as if the kiss had pained him. As they parted Irving leaned on the wall to get up, his breath was heavy.

Cecil tried to wipe the feeling from his lips. "..Get your gloves, and get out-"

Irving did just that without a word.

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Why does no one talk about Cecil Fields.. I fear he might actually be my favorite character. His little "I sound mad, but I'm not." Or "what's mine is yours" he is more than just Burt's husband to me 💔

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idk if there is an audience for this, but I yearn for Irving Bailiff x Cecil Feilds.. is there anything that connects 2 men more than falling in love with the same man? This is just a little excerpt of what I might write if anyone is interested.. its an au?.. (would eventually lead into Burt/Cecil/Irving)

The house is empty and dim without Burt in it, Cecil is alone. There is stew cooking on the stove, it fills the house with a pleasant smell.. meat, and herbs. The silence is broken by a knock on the door, It's Irving. It is always Irving these days. The best way to describe Irving is.. polite. Too polite. Despite Cecil's many years in the Lutheran Church, he will never be so polite. He will forever be rough around the edges, scared when he should feel comforted. Jealous when he should be happy.

Irving smiles when Cecil answers the door, he does not have to force it. The man is wearing a worn leather jacket over a navy blue sweater, his jeans have paint stains over the thighs. Cecil feels his lips press into a thin line, he doesn't hate Irving. That would be ridiculous.

"..Burt's not home, sailor-" Cecil leans against the door frame, as if Irving would try to force himself into the house. He feels as though he is the rocky shore, Irving is a lost sailor, and Burt is the light house.. but Burt isn't here now. No one to guide Irving away from Cecil's rough edges.

Irving hummed, his eyebrows raising slightly.. "..What a shame- good thing you're here though." He pauses for a moment, expecting Cecil to let him in. When Cecil doesn't make any move to do so, Irving perks up a bit. "..Oh- I left my gloves here.. last time I was over for dinner- Burt said you'd let me in."

Cecil sighed, of course he did.. To avoid looking like a complete asshole, Cecil steps aside "..Of course- wouldn't want your hands to freeze off in this weather." He forced a chuckle, his head tilting "..You two.. text?"

Irving nodded, his eyes looking to the floor as he made an effort not to track in any snow.. "..Yes- I thought he.. would've told you.." Irving's voice gets quiet for a moment as he looks for his gloves- for a second, Cecil believes he sees Irving's hands shaking.

Cecil closed the door behind Irving, he shrugged "..suppose the texts are friendly-" his jaw clenched.

"-And what if they're not?" Even Irving's eyes widened as he said it, as if the words from his lips surprised himself too. The air in the room seemed to shift, and Irving could not bring himself to look Cecil in the eye.

Cecil blinked, perhaps he preferred it when Irving was polite. Cecil huffed out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he couldn't help but laugh. "..So- So what? You've come here to gloat?-"

Irving's expression softened, he shook his head. "..No- no.. I don't know why I said that it is only friendly. I just.." Irving looked lost, and in a way he was. Where had his life gone? Never been loved before, and now he was licking up scraps from a married man. And he liked it.

Cecil chuckled, he always did that. Laugh at the wrong time. It must have made Irving feel small, perhaps Irving deserved it. "..You just wish they weren't- hm?" Cecil's voice was harsh. He was jealous, of the whole situation. He didn't know who he wanted to be like more, to have a love affair or to feel something new with Burt. Maybe some days he just wished he had something to look forward to.

Irving's hands were shaking, it was a definite fact, and Irving knew it himself. "..You know the answer already, so why ask?" Irving did feel small, and his chest ached. It was wrong to want Burt, he had a husband at home. As Irving's eyes looked around this house Burt and Cecil had made. It was clear, they had loved each other. He couldn't reason himself out of this- suffocation.

Irving's eyes settled on a picture of Burt and Cecil's wedding, it sat on a small table by the door next to keys and mail. There was a bit of dust on the frame, because it belonged there. A concept Irving seemingly had never understood. "..There are a million reasons to love Burt- I'm sure you know that better than anyone.."

Cecil didn't say a word, didn't look at Irving. Maybe that's why Irving continued.

"-A million reasons to love him, and only one reason I can't-" Irving's voice faltered.. he finally looked at Cecil, trying to catch his eye. "..It's you. You're the only reason I can't have him, can't love-"

Irving stops. He has been cut off by Cecil's hands grabbing at his leather jacket, pulling him down. Cecil forces Irving to look up at him. "..You can't love him because you're a coward-" Their faces are inches apart, Cecil's voice is cruel. Maybe he wants to hurt Irving. His voice shakes "..what if I told you I didn't care?" This would be a lie. "What if I told you to take what you want, and leave me out of it?? Would you?"

Irving has to slouch to be shorter than Cecil, he shook his head. A confession, almost.

Cecil laughed, he has a white-knuckled grip on Irving's jacket "..Coward- don't blame me for your cowardice. You can't love him because you can't take what you want." Cecil's eyes burned into Irving's..

Irving felt weak, small. An overwhelming sense of cowardice, that's what he was. A coward. Irving's tremoring hands reached for Cecil's collar, and he tugged as he settled on to his knees. Irving could not handle being forced to slouch over anymore, it was Cecil's turn.

Cecil stood slouched over Irving. His grip loosened, mostly out of shock. Irving had fallen to his knees, and threatened to take Cecil with him.. Cecil could only hear his own breath for moment "..I hate you-" he managed to say through his bared teeth.

Irving's response was not words, but rather to tilt his head, and lean into Cecil. His lips against the other's. The faint outline of Gustav Klimt's 'The Kiss' emerges in Irving's mind, the way Cecil is slouched over him in the same way. He feels love that isn't there. Love in contempt, he is sure Cecil will pull away.

It made it all the more confusing when Cecil kissed back. Cecil felt the flutter of Irving's mustache over his lips, and decided to lean in. It was sweet, Irving still tasted like his toothpaste. Cecil wondered if Irving imagined he tasted like Burt. Perhaps Cecil wanted to take something away from Burt, in a way.

The kiss ended as soon as it started. Irving coughed, as if the kiss had pained him. As they parted Irving leaned on the wall to get up, his breath was heavy.

Cecil tried to wipe the feeling from his lips. "..Get your gloves, and get out-"

Irving did just that without a word.

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Keir Taming The Four Tempers, this painting depicts Keir as older, and yet this painting looks further back in time than The Courtship of Keir and Imogene. This is because Keir is not linear. I believe this Keir is in his golden age. Yes, he is older, but with the age he has gained benevolence. Benevolence, one of the Lumon Core Principles, as I'm sure you know.

I have been told that this scene is sort of played out during a "waffle party", where the winner of the party gets to play as Keir, while you metaphorically tame your tempers. This is a perk. It is the most respectable perk to, in some part, Be Keir.

I could discuss more about the 9 principles and the 4 tempers if you'd like.

- Venus S., O&D

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Optics and Design clearly.. though, I suppose if I had to pick another, working in the wellness center.. even part time might be fun.

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The Courtship Of Keir and Imogene.. I believe this is one of the paintings that reminds us that Keir is also a Man, and even with all his greatness he still falls in love; among the ether. Their skin and the fumes reflect the light coming from the ether, and while I like to focus on facts rather than the emotion from the paintings themselves.. I feel a certain Heat. Love mixing with the warmth of the ether itself. Kier looks to Imogene, his face is visible to the viewer while hers is not.

The colors present in this painting (by visual majority) are a glowing orange, and a dreary dusty green.

I am still a trainee, I would love to hear your thoughts as well.

- Venus S., O&D

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Venus S.' Employee File

Trainee in Optics & Design.

Does not feel a preference towards any pronouns.

Age: 18

Info: Allergic to penicillin & eggplant.

Favorite Keir quote: "Be ever merry."