#aida mesmer

[amyyythestarry]

CHAPTER 108 THOUGHTS!

God, I don’t even know where to start.

I like how Teru is also mesmerized by the Clock Keepers’ boundary, every character has been. Tsukasa, Nene, myself including.

Reminds me of that one time where Mitsuba tried to sneak away. It says ‘sneak’.

C’mon Aida, making everything look so cute. I didn’t notice this at first until someone mentioned it.

I don’t think you’re supposed to handle it like that Teru.

Getting right to the point though.

I hear a lot of people say ‘Terukane betrayal’ and I totally agree, I knew we were going to get one soon, it’s apart of every TBHK relationship. There has to be a betrayal!

But I don’t think we should hate Akane for this, I know the hate might pass, but still. He’s a Clock Keeper and the Clock Keepers are responsible for handling their business’s, like every other seven mystery. And I really don’t think Akane would have done this if he had an option, he did hesitate at first.

He hates supernatural after all.

I will always remember this moment, it’ll always be in the back of my head.

I don’t know why this was so special to me, but, seeing Tsu be vulnerable.. I don’t know.

I mean, when is the last time we’ve seen him like this? Probably never? If I were to recall, I couldn’t.

This chapter and most likely the next is going to be when we see a vulnerable Tsukasa instead of the usual op one.

It’s just something I’ve wanted to see for a while.

Nene, still being fantastical, still trying to follower her dreams. I gotta love it, we’ve gotta love Nene for trying to be a princess even when captured ( But she already is a princess in my book 🫶🏽 ).

I see too many people say that Tsukasa is also a helpless princess in this case, and I love it.

Even looks like Nene copied Tsu’s pose and labeled it ‘Captive Princess Pose’. 💀

The two helpless princesses.

Aw, I’m glad she’s happy he woke up.

Trying to get both of them out of the restraints.

Also I like how in the manga she’s always being compared to animals. Like that one time she ate a lot of cake in the arcade with Akane and her cheeks were puffy so she looked like a hampster.

He seems so bummed out. Wasn’t he in the last chapter?

I think Aidalro is trying to show us a mentally tired Tsu isn’t of the adrenaline junkie Tsu we always see. But I’m still loving it, because it’s something we don’t see often. Him being all broody and depressed, like Amane. They really are alike.

All you gotta do is run Tsukasa out of fun stimuli, and this is what you get. A bored, depressed, underestimated Tsukasa.

Oh my lord, someone plz help this boy…

He’s so lonely!!

His brother never came when he called for him, I assuming he’s referring to when he was ( possibly ) stuck in Hanako’s boundary, and whenever he called for Amane, he never came.

This broke my heart. And when I first read this, I read this in French class. I had to push all of my emotions back inside so I wouldn’t look like I was having a stroke. But this made me so sad.

Plz, I want to give Tsukasa the biggest hug he’s probably never received in a long time.

Also, ‘twin powers’. I’m such a Nene kinnie because I really believed twins had powers. Telepathy. Omg.

Referring to how he always has to do stuff on his own, how he probably got out of Hanako’s boundary with his own two hands.

He’s always so independent, doing things by himself.

So lonely too.

I love how this is something I didn’t catch while reading this in class.

Tsukasa let go of his hold on the breaking cage to catch Nene, who was about to fall, and then he ended up falling to.

Don’t ask me how I missed that, because at first I was confused on how he also fell. I think I was so busy trying to read everything before class ended.

But I realized his hands were also in restraints, so he had to completely let go of the cage and catch Nene with his arms.

I don’t understand how people could not love these two.

Realization hits him, he really let go of the cage, to save Nene. And now they were both falling.

Also, something that I saw someone else say is that the thing Tsu says, the three lines, is supposed to mean something with ‘three syllables’ being said, and Amane’s name has three syllables.

Oh my god.

AND HE ACTUALLY CAME!!!

But with the stankest attitude ever.

“What?” ( Insert nastiest attitude put into a voice ever )

Omg Hanako, relax a bit.

I absolutely love how he saves both of them!

Their hero!!

Oh my god, releasing Nene’s shackles but not Tsukasa’s? Be so for real Hanako.

Aw, he didn’t think you’d save him.

And then again with an attitude, you say ‘he was there, so’. C’mon. 💀

I still love them though, I love when they act a lot more like siblings. I do this to my little sister sometimes, it’s hilarious. But I feel like Tsukasa was asking him innocently, studying Hanako’s face to see what emotion he might be feeling, because he’s so obviously displaying he’s p1ssed.

Again, with the most innocent intentions in the world.

He’s just asking y’all, come down.

‘Yeet’, as he throws Nene over to Tsukasa, with the intentions of playing volleyball.

Someone said another person said they look like they’re playing volleyball. Omg.

Also I like that Hanako can trust Tsukasa enough to throw Nene over to him, even though he was mad.

Enemies to friends to lovers you guys, they’ll make it one day.

But god, he was out for blood.

PART TWO BECAUSE PHOTO LIMIT! 😭

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[louvay]

congratulations! you have been accepted to the cool kids club, or as the continent calls it, the big bad villain group. "i didn't subscribe to this club!" you whine. don't worry about that, they are villains. they don't need your permission to drag you into their dubious schemes! "but i want to repent and be adorable to grandmas!" i hear you complaining. fine, fine. noble cause. sadly you'll need to choose, and they will consider your obligation fulfilled!

manfroy: he needs you to do some grade A mob boss stuff. you will not like what you're tasked to do, but you may be able to minimize the impact and make it less harsh for everyone involved, including yourself. he wants you to get rid of his offspring because he hates the spouse.

hilda: this is probably another grade A mob stuff you won't like to do. it's one thing to be a lieutenant to a charming mob boss, and it's another thing to be a servant to a mob boss whose charm stops at her shampoo and regular hair creambath. she wants you to keep her husband in the dark pertaining to the skeletons in the house. she will not reply if you ask -- even so politely -- whether the skeletons are real or just, you know, a halloween discount prop.

arvis: finally, a younger mob boss! finally, someone who doesn't seem to like the mob, but definitely a boss. this man is cunning, but also very intelligent. you've got a feeling it will take real skill and guts to even try to deceive him. but eh, what can you lose, anyway? he wants you to erase someone when his wife is present. basically, make as if this person didn't exist at all. the problem is he was very popular and arvis' wife might have heard of some whispers of this person being spoken in a very favorable tone. you want the missus to think she has to misremember because that person never exists in the first place.

travant: he doesn't show it, but you will quickly know as you interact with him. he doesn't like clowns, and he emphasizes that to you many times as he shakes your hand. he has a crushing grip. you don't know if he's already sending a message by then. he wants you to kidnap another man's daughter while he is busy fighting. he doesn't tell you more than that. he doesn't say anything beyond what he thinks needs to be discussed. you did ask how old is this daughter because surely there's a difference between kidnapping an adult and not. he smiles. "you are right," he tells you, and only that.

chagall: this man is... you can't really put everything together. he wants you to do some black campaign. write pamphlets, tell the people what he wants to say but too chickenshit to do on his own. he wants you to bring someone down from grace. you ask him what this person's fault is. chagall says, "his fault is he exists."

aida: this is really a peculiar request. you feel lured, bewitched, mesmerized. she is softspoken, and very disarming. you wouldn't think she is one of your potential clients. you think she is just going to deliver a message or something... odd. but she chuckles because that's precisely what she wants you to do. she wants you to make someone fulfill her invitation when she tells him to come with her. odd request, tamest than everyone else's request... but you really do not feel calm at all.

good luck! ... you will need a ton of it, because if you fail, you will take your client's fall.

I think I will work with Aida then because surely she is the sweetest of them all, right? Inviting such dashing young adults into a lavish party always gives off that trickling sense of excitement, often mistaken for the body being uneasy. Also, I heard she is a great general and mother to boot so I what ulterior motives would she even have? It’s not like she still has a husba- ohhhh…

#seal answers your quandaries #asks #this is a prelude to le bbq huh

[xasha777]

In the crumbling metropolis of Neo-Cairo, a figure garbed in a vibrant mosaic of colors roamed the labyrinthine alleys, a stark contrast to the surrounding decay. This was Aida, known to the denizens of the city as the Time-Traveling Clown.

Aida hailed from an era long buried under the sands of time, the Thirty-first Dynasty of Egypt. Once a celebrated performer before the pharaohs, she had been granted a twisted form of immortality—a side effect of an alchemist's experiment gone awry. Now, she danced through the centuries, her laughter echoing across ages.

Neo-Cairo, a city that had risen from the ashes of the old world, was her latest stage. The city was a fusion of ancient glory and futuristic despair, pyramids of glass towering over the ruins of temples, holographic hieroglyphs advertising cybernetic enhancements.

It was in the heart of this city that Aida discovered the Chronocepter, an artifact rumored to have the power to manipulate time. Legends spoke of its origin as a creation of the last pharaoh of the Thirty-first Dynasty, cursed by the gods for attempting to overthrow the natural order.

Aida, desperate to escape the endless cycle of her existence, sought the Chronocepter, her painted face a mask of determination. She infiltrated the Timekeeper's Guild, an organization of chronomancers who had hoarded the secrets of time travel for their own insidious purposes.

There, amidst the quantum clocks and temporal engines, Aida found the Chronocepter, its surface adorned with ancient inscriptions, still pulsing with the energy of a forgotten sun god. With a performer's grace, she outwitted the Timekeepers, her gestures and motions as mesmerizing as they were deceptive.

Activating the Chronocepter, Aida was enveloped in a whirlwind of temporal energy. She envisioned the sands of her original time, the air filled with the scent of lotuses, her audience awed by her presence. But as the vortex subsided, Aida found herself not in the past she yearned for, but in a future far beyond Neo-Cairo.

She stood in a city of stars, a cosmic metropolis where beings from across the universe mingled. Aida realized then that time was not a prison, but a gift. Her life, woven through the tapestry of ages, was a narrative of countless stories, each performance an echo in the grand theater of the cosmos.

And so, the Time-Traveling Clown continued her journey, her laughter a reminder of the enduring human spirit, a bridge between the ancient past and the infinite future.

[deliciouscrownpoetry]

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[manchestertheatres]

Experience the Magic of Theatre in Manchester: A Comprehensive Guide to What's On at the Palace and Opera Theatres

Manchester, a city renowned for its rich cultural heritage and vibrant arts scene, boasts an array of theatrical delights sure to captivate audiences of all tastes and ages. Among its esteemed venues are the Palace Theatre and Opera Theatre, each offering a diverse program of performances that showcase the finest talent in the world of theatre. Whether you're a seasoned theatre enthusiast or a newcomer eager to immerse yourself in the magic of live performance, there's something for everyone to enjoy. Let's delve into what's on offer at these iconic Manchester theatres.

Palace Theatre Manchester:

Nestled in the heart of Manchester, the Palace Theatre stands as a beacon of artistic excellence, hosting a dynamic range of productions that span from classic dramas to contemporary musicals. With its grand architecture and rich history dating back to 1891, the Palace Theatre provides an enchanting backdrop for an unforgettable night at the theatre.

This season, theatre enthusiasts can look forward to a captivating lineup of performances. From critically acclaimed West End musicals to thought-provoking dramas, there's no shortage of entertainment to choose from. Be transported to the mystical world of "Wicked," where the untold story of the Witches of Oz unfolds in a spellbinding spectacle of music and magic. Alternatively, experience the timeless charm of "The Phantom of the Opera," Andrew Lloyd Webber's iconic masterpiece that continues to mesmerize audiences worldwide with its haunting melodies and gripping narrative.

For those with a penchant for drama, the Palace Theatre presents a diverse array of theatrical gems. Delve into the complexities of human relationships with "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time," a powerful adaptation of Mark Haddon's bestselling novel that explores the mind of a young boy on a quest for truth. Or, embark on a journey through the tumultuous landscape of 19th-century France with "Les Misérables," the epic tale of love, redemption, and revolution that has captured the hearts of millions.

But the magic of the Palace Theatre extends beyond its mainstage productions. Throughout the year, the theatre plays host to a variety of special events, from comedy shows and ballet performances to concerts and family-friendly pantomimes. With its commitment to providing diverse and inclusive programming, the Palace Theatre ensures that there's something for everyone to enjoy.

Opera Theatre Manchester:

For those seeking a more intimate theatrical experience, Opera Theatre Manchester offers an unparalleled opportunity to immerse oneself in the exquisite artistry of opera and classical music. Located in the historic surroundings of Manchester's city center, this hidden gem provides a haven for opera lovers and aficionados alike.

At Opera Theatre Manchester, audiences can indulge in a repertoire of world-class productions, featuring both timeless classics and innovative contemporary works. Prepare to be swept away by the soaring melodies of Puccini's "La Bohème," a poignant tale of love and loss set against the backdrop of bohemian Paris. Or, revel in the opulent grandeur of Verdi's "Aida," a monumental masterpiece that transports audiences to ancient Egypt in a spectacle of passion and betrayal.

In addition to its mainstage operas, Opera Theatre Manchester offers a diverse program of chamber music concerts, recitals, and masterclasses, showcasing the extraordinary talents of both established artists and emerging stars. Whether you're a seasoned opera aficionado or a newcomer eager to explore the world of classical music, Opera Theatre Manchester provides an immersive and enriching experience that transcends the boundaries of time and place.

What's On in Manchester:

Beyond the Palace and Opera Theatres, Manchester's vibrant cultural landscape offers a myriad of artistic experiences waiting to be discovered. From art galleries and museums to music venues and independent theaters, there's no shortage of entertainment options to suit every taste and interest.

Explore the bustling streets of the Northern Quarter, where independent arts venues and quirky cafes abound, or take a leisurely stroll along the scenic banks of the River Irwell, soaking in the city's rich architectural heritage. With its thriving arts scene and diverse array of cultural offerings, Manchester is a city brimming with creativity and innovation, just waiting to be explored.

Whether you're drawn to the grandeur of the Palace Theatre, the intimate charm of Opera Theatre Manchester, or the eclectic energy of Manchester's cultural hubs, one thing is certain: a night at the theatre in Manchester is an experience like no other. So why not immerse yourself in the magic of live performance and discover the countless wonders that await in this dynamic and culturally rich city?

In conclusion, Manchester's Palace and Opera Theatres stand as shining beacons of artistic excellence, offering audiences an unparalleled opportunity to indulge in the magic of live performance. With a diverse array of productions from classic dramas to contemporary musicals, there's something for everyone to enjoy. So why not plan your next theatre outing in Manchester and experience the thrill of the stage for yourself?

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[aidaagency]

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[classicalmusicdaily]

Do you love the drama and grandeur of the performing arts? Does your heart soar every time you hear a breathtaking aria or breathtaking duet? If so, have you ever wondered what's behind this timeless storytelling art form opera? Opera has been around for centuries, evolving from traditional dramas with spoken dialogue into large-scale spectacles featuring powerful voices and elaborate costumes. Through our exploration of its rich history, we'll discover how it rose to international fame and has become beloved by millions today. Join us as we explore its origins, remarkable journey through time, and learn about some of the most influential composers in opera history! What is Opera and its Definition Opera is a stunning art form that combines music, theater, and visual spectacle. The word opera comes from the Italian word "opera," which means "work." An opera is an elaborate form of musical storytelling that features lead singers, choruses, and lush orchestration. It is usually staged in an opera house, and famous examples include Mozart's The Marriage of Figaro and Verdi's La Traviata. In an opera, emotions are expressed through song, and the story is often grand and romantic. Whether you're a seasoned opera-goer or a newcomer to this mesmerizing performance art, the experience is always unforgettable. Early Origins of Opera Opera is an art form that has stood the test of time, captivating audiences for centuries. But have you ever wondered where it all began? The origins of opera can be traced back to the early 17th century in Italy, during the Renaissance period. A group of intellectuals and academics, known as the Florentine Camerata, sought to recreate the musical drama of ancient Greece through a new art form opera. Combining music, drama, and spectacle, opera quickly became a popular form of entertainment throughout Europe. The early operas were often based on mythology and dealt with grand themes of love, betrayal, and power. Today, opera continues to be a celebrated art form, with many new productions and adaptations coming to life every year. Major Operatic Composers Throughout History "Il Barbiere di Siviglia", "La Traviata", and "Carmen" are just a handful of the timeless operas that have captivated audiences for generations. These masterpieces were all crafted by the great operatic composers of their respective eras, whose works continue to be performed and celebrated today. From the Baroque era, there's George Frideric Handel, the prolific German-born composer who is known for his majestic oratorios and iconic operas such as "Giulio Cesare" and "Rinaldo". Another heavy hitter in the classical era is Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, the Austrian prodigy whose works display a great range of emotions and musical styles. Fast forward to the Romantic era, and one would find Giuseppe Verdi, whose operas like "Aida" and "Nabucco" were both politically and musically influential. Lastly, we have the French composer Georges Bizet, who left an indelible mark on opera history with his dazzling "Carmen", a work that pushed the boundaries of musical form and storytelling. These four major operatic composers have contributed immensely to the development and popularity of opera as an art form, and hearing their music come to life in a live performance is an experience not to be missed. Different Genres of Opera Opera is a diverse art form that has captivated audiences for centuries. With countless variations in style, narrative, and musical composition, there truly is an opera for every taste. From the classic baroque style of Monteverdi to the dramatic grandeur of Verdi, the range of genres within the opera world is simply breathtaking. Operagoers can lose themselves in the sweeping tales of romance, tragedy, and comedy that unfold on stage, all set to lush, sweeping orchestrations that are performed by some of the world's most talented musicians. If you have yet to experience the magic of opera, I encourage you to explore the various genres and discover the one that speaks to your soul.

How Opera Has Changed Through the Ages Opera, which emerged in Italy during the 16th century, has undergone significant changes over time. Initially, it was a form of entertainment exclusively for the wealthy, and the themes revolved around mythology and epic tales. However, as it evolved, opera began to incorporate more human emotions and everyday problems in its storytelling. Additionally, the music itself transformed from simple melodies to complex arrangements that involved orchestras and choruses. Eventually, the use of technology allowed for new possibilities in operatic productions, and the art form became accessible to a wider audience. Today, opera continues to evolve with new compositions, interpretations, and styles, but it remains a timeless genre that has captivated audiences for centuries. Different Types of Staging for Operas Opera is a dramatic, thrilling art form that combines music, singing, acting, and staging. The stage design is essential to creating the overall ambiance and immersing the audience in the story. There are different types of staging that can bring an opera to life. One type is the proscenium stage, which is what most people picture when they think of traditional theater. Another type is the thrust stage, which brings the action closer to the audience and provides a more intimate environment. Finally, there is the in-the-round staging, where the audience is surrounded by the performers, making for a truly immersive experience. Each staging type has its advantages and unique characteristics that can enhance an opera production. The choice of staging depends on the story, the director's vision, and the audience's geographic location. With so many types of stages available, there is always a way to present an opera in a way that brings out the best in the performers. Conclusion From its earliest beginnings as an experiment by Renaissance theatrical performers to the grand productions seen in the most acclaimed opera houses of today, opera has come a very long way. With its emphasis on stylized music, extravagant costumes, and dynamic staging, it is no wonder why it has had such a tremendous influence on musical theatre since its inception over 400 years ago. As we explore the different types and genres of operas and follow their evolution through time, we become more aware of how incredibly complex and intricate this art form truly is. Even as society changes and advances, opera remains one of the most powerful forms of communication between actors and audience members alike. No matter what type or genre you’re interested in exploring, there’s no denying that opera is here to stay.

[maarianaposts]

Famous Opera Singers

Leontyne Price was a remarkable lyric-dramatic soprano, with an amazingly beautiful timbre. She achieved acclaim in many lyric roles, but is most remembered for her performances as the Verdi heroine Aida. Her dazzling voice made her a sensation at opera houses throughout the world.

Rossini's professional career began at age 22 in Naples. He signed a contract with La Scala in 1900, and soon performed in "La Boheme" under Toscanini. He began to gain major opportunities throughout Europe. In 1901, he was part of a concert to honor the composer Verdi, alongside the great Italian tenor Francesco Tamagno. In the same year, he made his first acoustic recordings and soon earned the attention of the Gramophone & Typewriter Company. His recordings became best sellers. By 1902, Rossini was hired by the Royal Opera House, and his career blossomed.

Opera is an art form that has been mesmerizing audiences for centuries. Many famous opera singers possess powerful voices and have mastered different singing instruments. While most opera singers sing soprano, some have become famous in various other roles, including baritones, basses, and mezzo-sopranos.

The goal of any singer is to move an audience through their voice. A successful opera singer should be original in terms of their timbre. This applies to all genres of singing. While some famous opera singers share similar traits, they all possess their own unique characteristics that set them apart from their peers.

[itsamazingbride]

Famous Opera Singers

Leontyne Price was a remarkable lyric-dramatic soprano, with an amazingly beautiful timbre. She achieved acclaim in many lyric roles, but is most remembered for her performances as the Verdi heroine Aida. Her dazzling voice made her a sensation at opera houses throughout the world.

Rossini's professional career began at age 22 in Naples. He signed a contract with La Scala in 1900, and soon performed in "La Boheme" under Toscanini. He began to gain major opportunities throughout Europe. In 1901, he was part of a concert to honor the composer Verdi, alongside the great Italian tenor Francesco Tamagno. In the same year, he made his first acoustic recordings and soon earned the attention of the Gramophone & Typewriter Company. His recordings became best sellers. By 1902, Rossini was hired by the Royal Opera House, and his career blossomed.

Opera is an art form that has been mesmerizing audiences for centuries. Many famous opera singers possess powerful voices and have mastered different singing instruments. While most opera singers sing soprano, some have become famous in various other roles, including baritones, basses, and mezzo-sopranos.

The goal of any singer is to move an audience through their voice. A successful opera singer should be original in terms of their timbre. This applies to all genres of singing. While some famous opera singers share similar traits, they all possess their own unique characteristics that set them apart from their peers.

#opera singer

[dr-mesmer]

I would die for them

Bonus:

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[mrbabygirl]

YOOO NEW SURVIVORS JUST DROPPED!! (Video will be linked) HOW ARE WE FEELING???

I have mixed feelings about the female one (Ada/Aida) and I want to give her the benefit of a doubt but I just can’t bring myself to trust her. Her morals are questionable and I already have bad vibes from her and her relationship with the male survivor (Emir/Amir) like I think she maybe manipulating him to be with her. But I also maybe feel like they’re connected more than just doctor patient maybe they’re siblings? I don’t know I want to give her the benefit of a doubt but like I said from her letter to Freddy she doesn’t seem like a good person, her traits are quite concerning also.

But that’s just my thoughts! Tell me what you guys think!

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[veirsewrites]

hehe~ that previous ask got me thinking, how would ros react if the prize for winning would be a kiss? Now is mc joking or not? Would that motivate some to spar? (looking at u A...) What if ro won, would they claim their prize? What if mc won, would they let them take it? 👀

Love this! This is in regards to this ask.

Here's what would happen...

Pre-relationship

Amelie:

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." Amelie's eyes widen, her grip on her knife tightens. "No- that's not-" You stick a finger up and she stops stuttering. "But if I win..." You take a few steps closer, "then I get a kiss." She looks at you, stunned to silence. Then her gaze flickers to your lips, your smile, and she breaths out. "I- uh- oh!" She pulls out her phone, "would you look at that, I have to go! Bye!" And she speeds off, leaving you with a satisfied grin.

Eddie:

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." Eddie grimaces, but you keep going. "But if I win..." You take a few steps closer, "then I get a kiss." Eddie places their hand on your chest and stops you. "No. Here's what will happen. When I win-" They smile crookedly, "you will never suggest that again."

ex-friend Arlo/Aida:

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." A stares at you, confused. "But if I win..." You take a few steps closer, "then I get a kiss." They stare at your lips for a few seconds before speaking. "I-" They hesitate, almost unable to look away. But they do. "I don't think that's a good idea."

ex-lover Arlo/Aida:

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." A stares back at you, quirking their eyebrow. "But if I win..." You take a few steps closer, "then I get a kiss." They stare at your lips for a few seconds before looking back to your eyes. "Intriguing idea. Though we may have to go a few rounds," then they smirk. "Just to really gauge who's stronger."

In a relationship

Amelie

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." Amelie's face breaks from its serious facade. "But if I win..." You take a few steps closer, "then I get a kiss." You feel something sharp press against your chest. Her knife. And her smile is just as sharp. "I agree to your terms, $name, but you better be ready to deliver."

Eddie

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." Eddie quirks their eyebrow. "But if I win..." You take a few steps closer, "then I get a kiss." They chuckle, placing their fingers under your chin. "Alright, fair is fair." They lean in, nose brushing your own. "May the best win."

Arlo/Aida

"How about we make things interesting," you wear a small, curious smile on your face. "If you win, you get a kiss." A bites their lip, "Mm, I like the sound of that," they take a step closer. "But if I win..." You close the gap, tracing their bottom lip with your thumb, "then I get a kiss." They stare at your lips, mesmerized. "Or we could skip this whole facade," they suggest, looping their arms around you. You shake your head, breaking away from them. "Nope, I want you to work for it." They pout and sigh. "Fine, but I get more than one if I win."

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Here they are! All of my Charrs!! From left to right: Jobral, Venoga, Aidas, Spar, and Luka. Luka is my main xD

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Chapter 7: Green Light

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note: i don’t know why i can’t edit chapter 6 so hopefully you reach this chapter

2 weeks.

2 weeks have passed ever since that night Yuta walked you home, the same night that you and Kuroo got into the biggest fight you’ve ever had. The doors were slammed, the remote of the TV flew from one wall to another, your voices were on top of your lungs.

Kuroo threw words he shouldn’t have, like accusing you of cheating on him. You even went on your knees just to prove to him that you didn’t. Apology after apology. You didn’t even know why you were asking for forgiveness when you did nothing wrong. He told you to leave, you should have, but you didn’t. You couldn’t leave him. You love him way too much even if he does you so wrong.

Kuroo has all red lights turn into green and you let him drive you insane.

But you’re getting tired of the ride that doesn’t have a destination.

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“Just go see (Y/N) at her office,” Kenma tells Kuroo as the two are looking over files. “My secretary and her secretary are friends. I can ask for her schedule if you want.”

“Why would I?” Kuroo scoffs confidently and his friend deadpans at him. “What? It’s not like I miss her or something.”

“You’ve been writing her name and scratching over it like a teenager going through a heartbreak. I thought the two of you made up already?” Kenma rebuts and the raven head pouts.

“We did.” Kuroo continues to read the document, trying his best not to get distracted by invasive thoughts of you. ‘But she isn’t chasing after me like she used to.’

You really have been different. Yes, you still message him and act sweet around him, but it seems like you’re forcing your actions, especially sex. Whenever you have time to go home, you two only do the deed, then sleep, and then he wakes up to an empty bed again.

Sex is good, great even. Kuroo loves doing it with you. But it isn’t enough. When was the last time you went on a date? Or ate a meal together? Or talked about your days? When was the last time you told him you love him?

“So why are you moping around?”

‘Because I miss her,’ Kuroo’s inside thought speaks in volume. He really does miss you but he can’t say it out loud. “I don’t know man. I guess because of work.”

“But aren’t you here with me because you barely have work to do?” Kenma says in an almost teasing tone. Kuroo just rolls his eyes and ignores his friend. Oh how the tables have suddenly turned. Kenma is the one teasing him now.

Kenma then realizes that Kuroo has finally started caring about you.

Kuroo arrives at your workplace earlier than your meeting time because he’s that excited to see you. He even bought flowers for you and pastries for your workmates. It’s his way for thanking them for taking care of you at your work. Also, it’s to let them know that you’re together so they stop shipping you with other people.

“Oh, Kuroo, you’re here,” Terushima greets him as they meet in the lobby. “(Y/N) has an emergency photoshoot today so I guess it’s your lucky day.”

“Photoshoot for what?” Kuroo raises an eyebrow as he follows Terushima inside the studio of your office. There are big lighting equipments, a huge white backdrop in the room, and a lot of wedding dresses.

“For our wedding dresses catalogue. Usually, Alisa does it but she’s sick today so (Y/N) has to take her place,” Terushima explains and Kuroo nods in comprehension. “I think she’s preparing for the last dress already so you don’t have to wait long for her to finish.”

Terushima gives Kuroo a chair he can sit on and directs him to a spot where he can see you while you shoot. While waiting for you, he hands out goodies to your coworkers, bowing and thanking each one of them.

Not long after, you come out in a white tulle ball gown with white flower petals on the bodice and ends of the dress. Your hair and makeup done bridal style: subtle, elegant and will surely take the groom’s breath away. Kuroo doesn’t know why but his breathing pattern suddenly changes and his heart beat picks up a rather speedy pace.

You literally and figuratively took his breath away.

‘I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack,’ Kuroo thinks without knowing that he has a sweet smile on his face. His eyes are staring at you in admiration, maybe even in a loving way. You just look too gorgeous in that dress it makes him wonder what you’d wear in your wedding if you even had one.

Come to think of it, what would you like your whole wedding to be?

The man is getting flustered just thinking about your wedding day. You’ll have one soon, right? It’s working out for the two of you so there definitely will be one. Or so he thinks that it’s working out for the two of you.

“Kuroo?”

“Kuroo.”

“Kuroo!”

“Yes?” Kuroo finally snaps out of his thoughts and sees Terushima smirking at him. “What?”

“You’re staring too much,” the blonde chuckles. He expects Kuroo to deny it and such so he gets shock when the raven states...

“Why wouldn’t I? My wife looks mesmerizing.” Kuroo continues to watch your shoot, his attention only on you and no one else. You finally see him, so you flash him a sweet smile and flirty wink before focusing back to your work.

Kuroo giggles with a blushing face which causes Terushima to laugh at his reaction. Terushima teases him so he hits Terushuma, telling the blonde to stop teasing him. “You are such a simp!”

The two of them are having butterflies in their stomachs because they’re lowkey like teenage girls, giggling and whispering to each other with blushes on their face, talking about the love of their life. If you’re looking from a far, you would never know what they are talking about.

The shoot finally ends and your secretary tells Kuroo to wait for you at your office. He does as told and roams around your workplace while he waits. He finds your little bedroom and sees some of your belongings in there. It must be where you sleep when you finish work when trains stop operating for the day.

Kuroo hears your door open so he gets out of the tiny room and skips to you, hugging you tightly in the middle of the room. He takes a look at your face and then tackles it with kisses, enabling you start a proper conversation.

“I missed you.”

Kiss.

“I missed you.”

Kiss.

“I missed you so much.”

Kiss.

“Tetsu, love,” you call him out in between giggles, your hands trying to cup his cheeks for him to stop, but he captures your lips with his first. Your eyes flutter close and give into his actions.

“You looked so beautiful in that dress, my love. Makes me wanna marry you again.”

You’re supposed to be happy hearing his words. Your heart should be jumping out of your rib cage by now. So why can you feel yourself forcing a smile?

“Love, do you mind if I ask you a question?” Kuroo asks you, his arms snaking around your body, nuzzling his nose on the crook your neck. You just humm, eyes closed, fingers tangled into his hair.

“What’s your ideal wedding?”

Your lids shut open from his question. “All of a sudden?”

“I just got curious.” Kuroo shrugs, waiting for your answer. He’s ready to take mental notes and use it when you plan your wedding.

“I’ve never thought about it,” you answer honestly. Kuroo moves away from you and stares, not believing the words that came out of your mouth. “What? I always knew I was getting arranged so I never thought about having my own wedding.”

“You’re a wedding planner and you never dreamed about your own wedding?” Kuroo is skeptical about your statement and he also feels disappointed?

You’ve never thought about your wedding? As in the ‘you as the bride and him as the groom’ wedding? Has it really not passed your mind even just for a second? Because that was all he was thinking about when he saw you in that wedding dress and up to this moment.

“I just don’t see myself having my own wedding,” you explain, not sparing a glance at his disheartened face.

“Not even with me?” He says without thinking, which you look at him for. You examine his face and see how he genuinely looks discouraged about your words. Not understanding why is he so hurt about your words, you cock an eyebrow at him.

“We’re married.”

“But we haven’t had a wedding ceremony. I personally think it’ll be great to have one,” Kuroo says as if it’s not a big deal, but deep inside he is making a huge fuss about it. He’s indirectly proposing to you and if you turn it down, his heart will shatter to pieces.

“Let’s see after our trying period,” is all you responded. Your response breaks him. You haven’t decided if you’ll stay with him?

He can feel his chest tigthen and hand sweat. Why are you saying that when months ago you were speaking about how much you love him? Why are you saying that when weeks ago you were begging him to forgive you?

“Don’t you love me anymore?”

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Facts:

The idea of signal lights was first used on railroads to prevent trains from colliding. These signals were then adapted all over the world and used in roads since it worked so well.

The original pattern was red for danger, green for caution, and white to go. However, since white could have been easily missed against a starry sky so then it was changed to the green, yellow, and red we know of now.

The first constructed roads date from about 4000 BC

Roman roads were often stone-paved.

The Pan-American Highway is the longest roadway in the world, spanning around 19,000 miles or 30,000 kilometers

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Winning The Game Called Love (Hector Bellerin) PART IX

Hello! Chapter IX I believe. Who would have said I’d go this far, hahah! Have no time to ramble, it’s way past my bedtime. So, read, enjoy, and tell me what you think about it - my ask box is always open! 

Staring at herself in the mirror, Aida let the water run over her hands — never breaking the eye-contact with her reflection. 

Standing there with her fingers numbing ever so slightly under the cold stream, Aida knew that she was about to start overthinking again. Her heart and her mind were still having a heated battle in which she could only observe, but not do anything to stop it. And, although, she didn’t want to admit it to herself, she was slowly beginning to feel a certain type of fear, and what bothered her the most wasn’t the emotion itself but rather lack of justification she had for feeling it in the first place.

She had no reason to be scared. 

It wasn’t as if she was forced into doing something she didn’t want to do. 

Fancying Héctor was easy — kissing him and letting herself go whenever he merely touched her, to her astonishment, even easier, and not even once did she question her feelings towards him. Aida wasn’t clueless – she knew that he was making her weak — both mentally and physically, and deep down, she firmly believed that everything that was happening between the two of them felt right, but still, she couldn’t help herself.

Moving closer to the mirror, she closed the tap with ease before placing both of her hands against her warm cheeks. The coolness of her palms sent the shivers down her spine, and this time, they weren’t caused by a certain someone who was on the other side of the doors, probably wondering why she had been absent for more than five minutes, locked inside his guest bathroom at the end of the corridor instead of spending time with him. 

If she was to be honest, she couldn’t say either why she decided to pretend that she needed to use the loo for no real reason, as if sitting on a toilet seat and flushing the empty bowl while she pondered her future with Héctor would help her in any way. If anything, it only made her overthink more.

“How did I end up here?” Aida whispered to herself as she took a step back, smoothing down her clothes before wincing at the amount of the lint swirls along the edge of her jumper. A thought that she probably needed to do some shopping entered her mind quickly, but she dismissed it — she had no desire or spare money to do so. 

Softly, she closed the doors behind her as she exited the bathroom before making her way back into the sitting room, only to find it empty, but now the blinds that covered the windows were pulled all the way up, letting the last bits of sun inside — its shadows scattered on the parquet floor. Excited and with a wide smile, Aida walked along the dining table — finger running against the shiny surface before stepping in front of the windows, finally getting the chance to see for herself what Héctor was talking about. 

He was right.

The view in front of her was beautiful, even in the miserable and barely sunny February late afternoon, and as she let her eyes wander, taking in all the tiniest details, Aida couldn’t help but feel the urge to go outside, knowing very well that the ground was probably cold, muddy and soaked with all the rain that showered the city in the past few weeks. Even if she knew that it would make her look crazy, she still wanted to step out and tiptoe over the raised porch, touch the wet leaves of the green shrubbery with her fingertips and feel the last rays of sunlight on her skin as they fought their way through the naked branches of the tall trees that shielded Héctor’s garden from curious eyes. 

As she stood there quietly, Aida could barely hear Héctor in the kitchen — the sound of drawers and cupboards opening and closing the only giveaway that he was present in his house with her. Apprehensively, she glanced over her shoulder for a second before looking in front of her again, covering her eyes as she observed the orange glow of the late afternoon through her spread fingers, focusing on the tiny dust particles that danced in front of her eyes. 

“One, two, three…,” she whispered, barely audible, enjoying the wave of calmness that settled over her breaths almost instantly, “one,two—,”

“—What are you up to?”

Aida quickly turned around, dropping her arms to her sides as she felt the blush creep up to her cheeks, embarrassment at her own behaviour filling her up on the inside. In front of her, Héctor stood with an amused look on his face as he held two mugs in his hands — his small smile stretching into a toothy grin she liked so much, easing her discomfort in an instant.

He lifted the mugs ever so slightly in her direction, and she didn’t even have to ask what it was  — the strong aroma of cocoa had already started to tickle her nostrils. 

“Just enjoying the view,” Aida responded after a few moments of silence where they just quietly looked at each other; observing and trying to read each other’s face expressions.

Héctor set the both mugs on the coffee table, pushing away some magazines to create some space before lifting his gaze and meeting her eye - a smirk appearing on his face. Straightening his back, he pointed his index finger at the windows and then back at his chest, raising his eyebrows in question, and Aida couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. 

He was so silly.

“What? I have to ask,” Héctor innocently shrugged before running both of his hands through his hair, twisting it in a bun with ease with a thin hair-tie that rested on his wrist, and just for a moment, Aida froze, mesmerized by the simple act.

Trying to compose herself and her thoughts, Aida shook her head a little, looking at him. 

“You know, sometimes I wonder,” she pondered, taking a step closer and ignoring the butterflies in her stomach that whimpered at the up-close sight of him, “there has to be a switch somewhere...” she paused to give him a silly grin, “to turn off your ridiculousness, right?”

As soon as she said it, Héctor let out a genuine laugh — the sound of his voice surprising her and making her stop for a second. Aida took a step back - her heart fluttering at the sight in front of her. 

She couldn’t say what it was, but there was something about the view in front of her that made her heart take a leap. There was something about seeing him laugh at her joke like he did - lost in the tiny moment, in his own safe space, surrounded with the things that made him as a person, with the things that were part of his life, and where he was most comfortable — no shoes, relaxed, and dressed plainest Aida had seen him. 

The way his eyes squinted in laughter, and the way his shoulders dropped just for a slightest, Héctor looked like as if all the bad games he had played were tucked and locked away, all the goals that he had missed were forgotten, and he was hidden away from all the spotlight and mean comments. He was being just himself; not another ‘baller’ or Arsenal’s number two.

He was just Héctor. 

“The green mug is yours,” he spoke softly, making her blink her thoughts away, and she quickly followed his eyes where he was looking at the mug that was filled all the way up with the hot cocoa, wondering about how long she was out, whisked away in her own bubble. She couldn’t help but smile to herself, noticing that it was the same mug that she held that night when they first talked in his kitchen, and as silly as she was, she wondered if he used the same one on purpose today.  

Looking back at him, Aida smirked a little, feeling like she needed to make a joke to lift the veil of quietness away. “Why? Is it poisoned?”. 

Héctor only grinned at her in response, moving closer — his fingers touching hers, almost as if he was trying to tease her with his touch before he finally took a hold of her hand, pulling her closer. With a happy sigh, Aida closed her eyes for a second, thankful that he decided to take the lead this time.

She couldn’t lie to herself, she was craving his attention; craving his closeness, and as they stood there in silence, their bodies barely touching, she could feel his warmth embracing her, but despite it all, she was still shivering lightly. 

You can always hug him, you know?

“What’s up?” he asked after some time, giving her a knowing look, and without even trying to answer, Aida knew that he was, yet again, trying to pry his way into her mind — something that he seemed to be very good at, and this time, instead of being annoyed with him for doing it, she welcomed it. 

The atmosphere around them was shifting slowly, and Aida couldn’t dismiss the feeling that reached the boiling point in the very pit of her stomach. She knew, that if their life was just a movie, and the two of them main characters, the scene that they were in would end up in one of the two ways. They would either start a fight that would turn them into sworn enemies, or they would kiss feverishly until they ended in between the bedsheets, doing things that she didn’t dare to think of in the state that her mind was in.

He was still looking at her intently, and Aida, embarrassed at her own thoughts, lowered her gaze, focusing on the necklace around his neck as it rested on top of his white t-shirt — sunlight from the outside reflecting on the shiny, golden cross. 

“It’s silly—it’s nothing,” she answered quickly, shaking her head.

“Now, is it silly, or is it nothing?” Héctor questioned with a smirk, letting his hand drop from hers, and the sudden lack of contact made Aida look up at him again. There was still a smile on his face, but Aida could hear the slight worry in his voice as well. “Y’know, unicorn, I can tell that there’s a storm inside that pretty head of yours,” he added softly. 

Aida couldn’t help but smile gently before taking the few steps around him, needing to sit down in order to gather her thoughts. Once she felt the soft cushion of the sofa underneath her, she reached out for the mug that was on the table in front of her before blowing lightly on the steam and inhaling deeply. 

It was warm, comforting, and it made her relax just a tiny bit. 

“I just…” she started but stopped for a moment, watching him grab a matching footstool from the side of the room before placing it down in front of her and sitting down. Aida had difficult time to come to terms on how handsome he was looking as he interlaced his fingers under his chin, looking at her patiently – eyebrows knitted in understanding. “I am probably overthinking, anyway,” Aida added, giving him a half-smile, but judging by the look in his eyes, he wasn’t buying her poor attempt at joking.

Trying to gain few more seconds before speaking again, she took another sip of her hot drink.

“I said it earlier, but I don’t mind saying it again” Héctor suddenly started — his voice lower for an octave, “it’s always good if we talk about it, innit?” Aida didn't know what to say, so she only nodded once  in response. “So, if you’re unsure of something, or if you don’t want this, you need to tell me, Aida.” 

The way he said her name, and the way it rolled off of his tongue made her stomach flip in excitement. It was breathy, tender, but with a hint of apprehensiveness and perhaps a little disappointment added to it - Aida couldn’t tell for sure.

“I do want it,” she reassured, blushing, trying to keep her voice calm as possible as she met his eyes. “If there’s one thing I’m bad at, it’s hiding the way I feel about you, and you know it.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, the cocky smirk and the devilish look in his eyes reappeared, and even if she didn’t want to admit it, she enjoyed seeing it very much.

“Oh, do I, now?” he asked, leaning back slightly, shaking his head before motioning for her to continue as he mouthed a small ‘sorry’. 

Aida nodded yet again, setting the mug back on the table before pulling one of her legs up to her chest, tucking her knee underneath her chin. “You know, it’s really difficult to focus on what I want to say when you’re looking at me like that.”

“What do you mean? Looking at you like what, unicorn?” he asked knowingly, not bothering to change his face expression as he picked up his own mug, wrapping his fingers around it before taking a sip - the corner of his lips moving upwards. 

“You know,” Aida moved her hand around, motioning at his face as she tried to hide her smirk, “like that.”

“I can put a compost bag over my head? Would that help?” he asked, still grinning at her.

“Jesus, you’re seriously impossible.”

He chuckled, taking another sip before setting the mug back, and moving forward so that he could stop her from scratching at her jeans-clad leg — something she wasn’t aware of doing.

“Seriously now, what’s up?” he asked as he squeezed her hand gently, and Aida breathed out quickly, nodding.

“The thing is, and I’ll be straightforward—,” she began, running her free hand over her face, “ —this…us, it’s scaring me so much that I could piss my pants,” she stopped for a second, giving him a chance to make a bad joke or a stupid comment on what she just said, but he kept quiet, waiting patiently for her to continue. “I probably should, but I just cannot ignore the fact that just few weeks ago, you didn't even know who I was and if my name was Aida—,”

“And how do you know I wasn’t just pretending?” he gave her a small wink, and she only raised her eyebrows at him in question, but he refused to elaborate. "You need to know that having a girl working at the club is not something that lads keep quiet about."

“Really?" Aida raised her eyebrows and him curiously. "But, you barely acknowledged my existence while I worked at the Training Grounds.”

“Come on, unicorn, you have to admit that your questions about the weather were highly repetitive,” Héctor smirked, folding his tattooed arms across his chest. “It’s either rainy, windy or bloody freezing in London."

“It’s called being polite,” Aida retorted.  

“And, we are officially having our first argument,” Héctor smirked cockily, making her snort quietly.

“Wanna put the note in your calendar?" she asked, before letting out a sigh, "But, honestly now, the truth is that we barely know each other, and — wait, why are you rolling your eyes at me?” Aida huffed a little in annoyance, planting both of her feet on a thin rug as she leaned forward a bit. 

“‘Cause you’re being silly.”

“I am being serious, Héctor,” she answered, refusing to look at him.

There was something about the way he knew which buttons he needed to push to make her both infuriated and attracted to him.

“And I like how you pronounce my name when you’re pissed off with me. You roll your ‘rrr’s’ beautifully.”

Aida looked back at him, trying to keep her smile locked away even though she knew that she was failing at doing so. “Seriously, Héctor,” she began again, putting the emphasis on his name, making him chuckle. “What if you change your mind once, you know we become...uh, once we start—,” Aida cut herself off before she could finish the rest of her thoughts.

Was she even allowed to say it out loud?

Was there a word that she was allowed to use when it came to what they were?

Date, see each other, court, go steady with, be romantically involved, step out with…? Plenty of expressions in the Oxford Dictionary, Aida.

“You can say it, y’know?” Héctor teased, moving closer to the edge of his seat — his knees touching hers. 

“Stop it,” she muttered quietly, looking at her lap.

Héctor smiled as he lifted her chin with his index finger. “One. Are you Spurs fan? Maybe that would explain the fact that you don’t have the annual ticket for my matches,” he muttered the last bit as Aida shook her head - confusion etching itself on her face. “Second, will it piss you off if it takes me more than half an hour to get dressed?” Yet again, she shook her head, not sure where the conversation was going. “Third. Do you fart in your sleep? Not that I mind, I am a heavy sleeper anyway—,” 

Aida held up her hand, stopping him, “—What’s that got to do with anything? And I don’t, or at least—… I don’t know if I do. I cannot hear myself when I am asleep… Wait, why are we having this conversation?”

“Because, although, I understand your point,” Héctor answered with a simple shrug of his shoulders, “you really have no reason to be scared that I’ll change my mind, unicorn. After all, I put too much effort and time in that bloody excel sheet, so give me some credit…,” he trailed off as he got up from the footstool. “But, we can always go on a proper date if you want. Dress up, eat somewhere posh...”

“You don’t strike me as candlelight-and-violins-in-the-background kinda lad,” Aida smirked, moving a little as he sat next to her. 

Reflexively, she shifted in her seat so that she was facing him, relaxing as he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. His finger trailed down, over the side of her neck, stopping just where her collar-bone was starting before going back up and settling below her jawline. Aida shuddered lightly and he grinned, obviously aware of the effect he had on her. 

“Actually, I am more of a street-food and John Legend kinda lad, but I am always willing to make an exception, if that’s what you’d fancy,” he responded — finger gently across her cheek. 

“Nah, posh is not my style,” Aida grinned, snuggling closer into him.

“And what about a takeaway, some Netflix and then after the dessert, I show you my garden?” Héctor asked, making Aida look up at him with a smirk, blushing at the thought.

“You're never letting that one go, am I right?"

Héctor grinned, but didn't say anything, and he didn’t need to, because she knew the answer already.

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What they like to see in the human world~Satan/Lucifer/Diavolo/Barbatos

So, I had some random inspiration and this happened. It all started with the realisation how absolutely blown-away Satan would be to see The Phantom of the Opera, so I decided to add some more, maybe I’ll do a second part with the rest of them. I hope you enjoy! ^^

Satan – The Phantom of the Opera

Satan is absolutely mesmerized when he first sees the Phantom of the Opera performed on stage.

The sets, the costumes, the aesthetic and pretty much e v e r y t h i n g there is to the whole play is absolutely stunning to him and makes him forget about anything else, just like a book

He adores Christine; her childlike voice that can sing even the highest of notes, her innocence and radiant smiles

But it is the Phantom that speaks to him in a different way

The Phantom, a pariah of society, his birth more of a curse than a blessing; he instils fear to anyone that even utters his name and his appearance is enough to make people run for it, a disfigured monster walking among the humans.

 He feels angry with everything taking place, his fists clench and his eyes flash with pure rage.

How Christine is wooed by him until she sees his true face and then cowers in fear, betraying him the first chance she gets, leaving with another and leaving the Phantom to die all alone in the shadows that he sprang from

He won’t speak for days after, closing himself up in his room and refusing to come out.

It’s only when MC knocks on his door one night and tells him she has the sequel, Love Never Dies to watch with him

So, they make themselves comfortable on the couch and watch it

Satan is conflicted; from one point he is sad that Christine dies cradled carefully by the Phantom, but from the other he’s happy they have a son.

No matter the annoyance though, he can’t help but place it on the top of the list about his favourite plays

      Lucifer – Verdi Otello

Although he much enjoys The Phantom of the Opera and many other operas from Wagner, it is eventually Otello by Verdi that wins him over

The vivid music that is still light and airy even in the scenes with battles, soothes him like a breath of fresh air

Diavolo had first brought him to see the opera and he had to give it to the mortals, they rivalled the music produced by Heaven itself

The set is simpler than other operas and the costumes are not too over the top, allowing the singers to perform more easily and base the whole play entirely on their abilities

He would die than admit it, but the love between Otello and his wife is utterly moving to him, how much they both adore and love one another is beyond any imagination

Alas, Otello’s pride and jealousy is something that strikes a cord within him, even if he’s not the jealous type; seeing the king succumb to his pride and allow voices of doubt for his wife to blur his clear thinking of her does something to him

He finds the king both interesting and infuriating, especially when he makes the wrong choices by not having a decent conversation with his wife

Lucifer does make a mental note to be more open with MC, when in private of course

It is utterly ironic to see Otello kill his wife and be damned when he realises the truth

Lucifer will never allow such mistakes happen in real life

      Diavolo – Verdi Aida

Usually when he travels to the human world he doesn’t really have time to spend seeing things

That does not mean he doesn’t sneak from time to time to try something new and one of that is watching his favourite opera Aida

The grandiose of the set, the costumes, the storyline, the performances, everything is breath-taking and he can’t help but give his kudos to the humans for creating something so extravagant

It was actually one of the first operas he saw in the human world, all the way back when it was first performed; he even got to meet Verdi, who was a rather serious man

Of course, the role of the young warrior Radames is the one to pique his interest, reminding him of his own young days when everything was filled with the rush of youth and the want to discern his own identity from his title and grab life by the horns

He did find his love story rather interesting and amusing even, but that was until he met MC and boi oh boi did it really change his perspective

The love of the young girl, their difference in countries -read species in Diavolo’s case- and the struggle between what is right and what is expected of them

The opposition faced by the nobles and the king himself who wanted Radames to marry another noble princess, it was all too familiar and possible all of the sudden

Especially when the young lovers are buried alive and Aida ends up dying in her lover’s hands; as most of these plays end, in tragedy for the ones in love

To say Diavolo is unnerved is an understatement.

Thankfully, he has solved issues like that and there’s none to oppose him that openly anymore

Not if they knew what was good for them

      Barbatos – Wagner The Ring of Nibelung

Barbatos doesn’t really go to the human world

·         There is actually nothing of high importance there and his work takes much of his time trying to have everything perfect and attend to Diavolo’s every wish

Yet that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get a treat from time to time when accompanying Diavolo to different venues

One of those was once the opera The Ring of Nibelung

For the poised and powerful demon, it was utterly amusing to watch gods and humans alike struggle for power, pinning after a ring of unimaginable power and eventually die horrible deaths all for the sake of their greed

Although he had to admit there was a strange enchantment in the way the music played, with the enormous orchestra filled with brass instruments all playing at the same time; it would be a cacophony if not for the skilful mix and mastery of creation from the composer’s part

It was like war on stage, filled with a struggle from the singers to sound over the orchestra, all the while unfolding the scenario and Barbatos couldn’t help but secretly enjoy it

The Twilight of the Gods, where Valhalla is destroyed and the gods die is his favourite part

And looking at Mc, he can certainly understand wanting something so much you’d stop at nothing to get

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