Don't have an account yet? 
Forum Search
I'm Feeling Lucky
Searching for: Posts from Comfygazing.|
Comfygazing OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 766  |
Posted: Sun, 23/06/2024 02:58 (5 Months ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Sun, 23/06/2024 01:51 (5 Months ago) |
|
Quickly scurrying around so that Ldeya was between him and the approaching Professor, Song BingLiu fiddled with his fingers, chewing his lip to abate his racing thoughts. [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Sat, 22/06/2024 17:36 (5 Months ago) |
|
Glancing around as if fearing that someone would look over his shoulder and force him to stop, Song BingLiu took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut, before bringing his hands together in a thunderous clap that never resounded. Instead, what filled Ldeya's ears was her own crooning voice, muffling the sounds of conversation around her for just one second as she whispered to herself: "Just a little trick." It wasn't perfect, voice just a touch higher and softer than what it would be, the intricate inflection of her words off-putting if it wasn't so jarring to hear ones own voice talking to them. The syllables themselves seemed quite distinct from each other, leading to a less than natural flow of sound, but it was undeniably amazing that over the break, Song BingLiu had managed to figure out how to speak, without once opening his own mouth with only a nervous smile to show for it. [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Sat, 22/06/2024 04:59 (5 Months ago) |
|
He tuned into her words and flushed, waving his hands in sharp jerking motions. "N-not really..." He stammered, shaking his head as his voice came out more as a withered croak than anything melodious befitting of the Siren House. He had really only been practicing throughout the break and since he hadn't done much today other than sit around, magic sat right under his skin, crawling and bubbling up in demands to be released, used, let loose. He wanted to put words to it and express them into something more than the sparks and vibrations that constructed his muscles and vocal chords, but when he opened his mouth, magic swallowed any sound, leaving him gaping in the soundless void he was left with. Pressing shaking lips into a thin line, he could only smile faintly. "Not really..." He repeated, voice thin and apologetic. [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Fri, 21/06/2024 18:10 (5 Months ago) |
|
Fidgeting in his seat as they were forbade from getting out until the banquet proper started, Song BingLiu settled for watching the small talk with the students sitting around him only able hear a buzz of noise as the halls filled with more and more conversation. He didn't really trust his voice this early in the term but he seemed quite happy to simply watch, only tuning in when some to ING was directly addressed to him with small hums and interjections. Occasionally he threw tight lipped smiles towards the teachers, the only evidence of his true awkward self. It was only a matter of time before one of the teachers looked over at him at the same time as well, but when he caught Professor Wright's pink eyes flicker towards him, Song BingLiu had to stifle a yelp and yanked his wandering gaze back to the conversation around him. Despite being the Siren House's perfect, his favourite faculty member would always be the enigmatic Magic Theory professor. Professor S. was an amazing advisor and Song BingLiu thoroughly enjoyed his music lessons despite the hurdles and always absorbed his history lesson with attentive ears, but Professor Wright was really the only faculty member who could keep encouraging Song BingLiu's growth, especially with his fickle magic. It definitely helped that perhaps because the prefect was always badgering the professor with questions that Professor Wright seemed to mark his work especially stringently, almost unthinkable due to his already notorious strict standards of grading. Ah, he really really really wanted the formalities to be done with so he could show the professors what he'd been working on during the break. His fingers practically itched with unbound magic as if sensing his impatience. [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 18/06/2024 04:25 (5 Months ago) |
|
Comfygazing Character Name: Myrddin Pokemon Species + Typing: Hisuian Typhlosion (Fire/Ghost) If Dual Typing, what Typing do they prefer to use: Ghost Shiny/Mega-able?: Neither Appearance: An older Typhlosion with white hairs smattering around his muzzle and droopy eyes. He has faded scars littering his body and his flames are duller than usual but after his death, most of that has disappeared though the white hairs remain. Personality: Myr is an old soul, often found sunbathing on the ground or surrounded by hatchlings who are clamouring for more of his stories. He enjoys the presence of younger pokemon, always willing to let the young ones chase around his fire spots for entertainment or use them to enhance his far fetched tales. But he is also quite a trickster, often telling fake horror stories about being Apprentices or summoning spirits in the middle of the night to corral unruly kits who don't want to go to bed. Of course he has his small nuggets of wisdom to share, having lived a long life that has left its scars both physical and mental. Despite being reborn, he still lives life as if he was as old as he was when he passed away. Birth Clan: CinderSky Chosen Clan: SpiritClan - Died as an Elder and only entered SpiritClan a few weeks before the Ceremony of Decision Rank: Elder Level (keep reasonable with Rank): 71 Moves (four at any time, try to keep them of the Typing your Character prefers to use): Infernal Parade | Calm Mind | Flamethrower | Flamewheel Ability: Frisk Password: 404 Not Found Username: Comfygazing Character Name: Sumi Pokemon Species + Typing: Clodsire (Poison/Ground) If Dual Typing, what Typing do they prefer to use (put N/A is Pure Type): Ground Shiny/Mega-able?: n/A Appearance: Visibly more rotund than your average clodsire which is a feat Personality: A little bit of an airhead, Sumi is prone to simply burying herself under layers and layers of mud and taking mid-day naps. He's very laid back, drawling her words out and shuffling slowly around without a care in the world. He often spaces out during conversations, forgetting what happened moments ago but is also incredibly cautious and astute when the situation calls for it. Always careful of her surroundings as his body itself is quite poisons, Sumi always seems to know what patients are suffering from even before they say anything, acutely attuned to every Clan member's ways of being. She is a pioneer of using ground based healing techniques such as mud as a second skin to cure burns or as a bandaid, cultivating herbs in a more sustainable manner, but he also dabbles in using poison as a method of healing. The Unconventional Healer, as she's known by other healers. Equally air headed as he is innovative. Birth Clan: RockySeaClan Chosen Clan: RockySeaClan Rank: Healer Level (keep reasonable with Rank): 48 Moves (four at any time, try to keep them of the Typing your Character prefers to use): Amnesia | Bulldoze | Spikes | Toxic Ability: Unaware Password: Unable to Recall [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Mon, 17/06/2024 05:04 (5 Months ago) |
|
Song BingLiu Age: 19 Year: 5 Rank: Perfect Description: Among the crowd, Song BingLiu cuts an elegant figure. Tall and graceful, you would be forgiven for thinking that he's an ethereal being walking the earth with cascading locks of silky hair pinned up in a half ponytail and wide sparkling olive eyes to match. His hair often changes colour with how much he dyes it but for some reason it is surprisingly healthy. There are laughter lines etched into his face and smatterings of freckles lining them, thin glasses bracketing them. Personality: ISFJ - The Defender| 2w1 - The Companion Song Bingliu is a person of very little words. He rarely speaks, preferring to be concise and communicating in sign if he must. Despite the silence, he enjoys helping others out whenever he can. He gives and gives and expects nothing in return, simply content with seeing other's happiness. He hungers for knowledge above all else, striving to learn as much as he can about the world and people around him. He loved, and loves, and looses himself House: Siren House Magic Type: Sound Magic - Best controlled through song, Sound Magic is the manipulation of sound waves. This can be both ones the user creates or ones created by others. Being extremely versatile, this branch of magic's strength depends heavily on how imaginative its user is and what applications they can think up of, as well as a solid understanding of how the magic itself works. Song and music is the easiest due to the already fluctuating nature of the sound waves being produced from a traceable source. One if its biggest weakness outside of an incompetent sound magic user is wind magic. Weapon: A Hunting Sword and Two Pronged Knife Strengths: Extremely talented with magic, very studious with his studies and always looking for new ways to use his magic. His academics are at the top of the academy's due to this and he's often asked to tutor other students, taking pride in his grades. Weaknesses: BingLiu takes easy-going to the extreme, always amendable and accommodating to the point of indecisiveness, unable to commit to a decision without lengthy deliberation and a lot of encouragement from others. Often times he simply lets others make decisions for him and lets himself be a doormat Backstory: Please reach level 5 friendship first Other: His legal name is Willow Song Hard of Hearing with a deteriorating ability to hear but you'd be hard pressed to know that just by interacting with him [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 21/05/2024 01:02 (6 Months ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 30/04/2024 20:09 (6 Months ago) |
|
Username: Comfygazing Character: (x) Art type: fullbody Payment: 500 upfront with a tip after completion of the artwork Password: We Don't Understand the Universe - Yukuewat Additional notes?: If you need a better ref sheet please let me know! [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Wed, 24/04/2024 04:40 (7 Months ago) |
|
Location: Photoshoot Studio ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ Packing away the empty boxes that the interns handed to him, Emil hummed under his breath as he fished his phone out of the modest looking bag and meandered over to the chairs to wait till everyone had wrapped up their shoots. It was rare, seeing everyone gathered for a singular event, most of their modelling styles so radically different from each other's that they all worked as a collective of individualists. Well, it wasn't like Emil hated that or anything, it worked well for him and as long as the house remained his domain, he could accept anything else that came with the job. Unlocking his phone with deft fingers tapping in a frankly much too long password, Emil blinked as his phone blinked back at him with a notification that called for his attention. Really, it wasn't that hard to miss. Emil rarely spent much time online anyways, mostly to search up recipes and follow all those health science subscriptions he had amassed to stay on top of the latest research. Time was always slipping away from his fingers and a phone in hand would only widen those cracks even more. Tapping on the messenger app, Emil brightened at Estella's message, swinging his feet excitedly. He always liked reading what their director had to say, her critiques and praise well thought out and actually helpful compared to some so called "industry veterans" had to say. This time it was only praises and a introduction to their new member which only had Emil all the more excited. Dakota Thorne, huh. That was a cute name! Ah, what food would she like? Based off her last name, perhaps not so familiar with the concept of seasoned food? Keeping his laughter to himself, Emil began to type out his reply when another text from Estella came in, sending his good mood plummeting to the core. Le Coucou? That absolute pigsty of a restaurant? Even simply reading the restaurant name through the screen made its fingers crawl and throat constrict with nothingness. Its hands shook as it slowly typed out a message, teeth gnawing at its lip. Unacceptable. Utterly unacceptable, eating that sort of high class trash and discarding the sleepless nights of meal planning that it had put in? Emil should be the one preparing all their meals, perfectly balanced and catered to everyone's tastes, not some third rate diner. The emptiness roared in protest, gnashing its teeth and howling injustices into the sky, demanding an explanation. Unhinging its jaw, the emptiness swallowed it whole, shaking hands jabbing furiously at the screen, feasting on foolish ideals of hospitality. Get off your high horse, what better meal is there to have than one that is cooked with the specific person in mind? Le Coucou only served food whose nutrients have been washed and burned away with much too harsh hands, dousing them in excessive butter and too many calories to even be acceptable on a cheat day. There was nothing good, nothing good at all about that decrepit kitchen wrapped in silk and gold. Not even luxury could save a pig house from being rank. No, no this would not do. This would not do at all. Quality food beget quality bodies, elevating already glamorous careers into the infinite possibilities of health and stardom. Not this farce. ~Emil Musabi (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+ Director is too kind, always praising us~ And many warm welcomes to @~Dakota Thorne! If you ever need anything, this Gula is at your beck and call. Lets do our best as agency mates and work hard together! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Closing his suddenly tired eyes, Emil tipped his head back to knock against the wall for a second, his heavy sigh trapped under the facemask as warm air caressed his chin. What would be good for breakfast tomorrow? He'd have to change the meal plan based on what everyone ordered and accounting for the newcomer as well... It was a good thing that Emil was used to counting calories down to the gram. Pulling up Le Coucou's online menu, he saved it for future reference and finally glanced up. Casimir's photo shoot seemed to have already ended, one of the last ones for the session. If he remembered correctly, Lysander was also scheduled but had another shoot somewhere else at the same time. Double booking wasn't uncommon even for Emil who sat at the bottom of the proverbial pecking order, so it wasn't that odd that one of the top models was busy enough to be pulled everywhere at once. Come to think of it though, doesn't Casimir never have his phone on him? Standing up, Emil wandered over to the edges of the set, far enough away that he wasn't getting in the way of the staff yet visible to the model. Even under the harsh exposure of the spotlight, the smell of nicotine and smoke hung heavy on the other's body. Perhaps it was slightly foolish to think so, but Emil slightly envied that about the other. Scent is vital to a dish's profile, half of the meal eaten with the nose alone, and the quintessential aroma of Emil's specialty lay with Casimir. Of course, one could never smell a photo through the bromide and runways always smelled of nothing but sterile wealth, but oh did Emil crave to devour such talent whole. Once Casimir had taken note of his presence, Emil perked up, waving his fellow model over. "Cassie!" He called, as if the other hadn't already noticed him. "Did you get 'stell's message? We're getting treated to dinner at one of those real fancy places so we got a dresscode." Those final words seemed almost flat in contrast to the beaming smile hidden behind thick black fabric, the scrunch of his eyes doing more than enough to convey Emil's emotions. [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 23/04/2024 22:44 (7 Months ago) |
|
Pokemons I would like to buy: Ninjask Others: its in Box 1 Everstone: no thanks! Payment method: 500 PD + a Cosmoneon or Oricoro (Ballet), your choice [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 23/04/2024 09:43 (7 Months ago) |
|
Username : Comfygazing Pokemon/Character : Accesories : n/A Type of Example?: Coloured Headshot Is it Pix art?: nope Payment : would a shiny cottonblu be okay? if not 200 nuggets Tip [optional] : x2 Mimikyu, Fiddough, & Pyukumuku plush Password : Patchiragon Note : Your art is so cute! if you need a more in depth character sheet detailing the clothes/design please let me know [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Fri, 19/04/2024 20:44 (7 Months ago) |
|
5 Pokémon I like: Sunkern, Hisuian Typhlosion, Clodsire, Driftblim, Altaria 5 Pokémon I dislike: Gholdengo, Tsareena, Pidgey, Chespin, Muk My favorite colour: Purple Requests: Shiny except for Driftblim if possible <3 [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Thu, 18/04/2024 05:33 (7 Months ago) |
|
Reference: Payment: min 200 nuggets Extra notes: based on a vampire squid so keeping the big empty bug eyes is the only must. otherwise please go wild and feel free to ask for other refs if need be [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Fri, 12/04/2024 07:59 (7 Months ago) |
|
Location: Photoshoot Studio ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ ҉ ✼ The burst of the shutter filled the cold white studio, flashing lights blinding all but the most experienced as the photographer lowered his camera. "Looking good! Last set!" The director called as the set came to life with the simple words surging into motion a tidal wave, assistants swarming the model that stood radiantly under brilliant lighting. Someone dabbed glistening sweat off a powdered forehead and under the sharp angles of a branded facemask, the cloth coming away soaked as hands pulled at the clothes hugging a slender body. Emil sighed, allowing his body to be manipulated this way and that as stylists fussed over the placement of the belts and how much was too much (never enough, nothing was enough) while others debated how much hairspray to use this time around to achieve the perfect devilishly rugged windswept fantasy that the shoot called for. Emil was the first of the models to go whenever doing group shoots, always volunteering first even before the sun crested over the peaks of New York's towering skylines. It afforded the rest of his co-workers some much needed rest and the time needed to perfect each makeup look; something Gula was never known for. A facemask and a quick round of eye makeup was all that he needed. It was easy at this point, to lose himself as the lighting fixtures blinded him to the camera and all he could feel was the yawning emptiness that consumed its core and the clothes that barely concealed the gnawing abyss that bit and tore through the void. To drape that nothingness in silks and jewels and embody the dull radiance that knocked hollowly against empty ribs was the only thing it knew to do anymore. To satisfy it by becoming it. To show this empty world a bleak cavernous mirror. To truly hunger The call of the director came and Emil snapped back into focus, sliding into a slight hunch as the heavy fur padded riding leather slipped off one tantalizing shoulder to flash the camera with the pure ripped silks of the shirt underneath, peaks of a chest harness teasing eagle eyed consumers. He fixed the lens with a heavy stare, the peak of bright blue contacts over the tops of aviator sunglasses smouldering with a promise. Hands bare of anything but silver gleaming rings were shoved into the slim leather pockets that hugged his form, the thin chain which dangled even thinner sides of metal caught the light as they dangled from the delicate metal. The low hang of tussled hair draping behind him, shadowing the pure white background in a predatory loom wild and untamed. The camera stuttered. Sliding the sunglasses up to push tastefully mused hair back to show off the sparkling gems glued under sharp eyes as it caught the light, Emil rested his cheek on the edge of the back of his hand, careful to hover just milometers off the skin itself. Carefully chosen rings adored fingers stretched out just enough to beckon consumers into the empty void that bore his visage. Down-turning his eyebrows the slightest bit to add a touch of concealed yearning and allowing the pale column of his throat to drown in the attention, the biker boyfriend of every young girl's dreams let a few strands escape the hold of the sunglasses to fall artfully over his face. Another burst of clicks, another pose. A quick lighting of a fake cigarette only for it to be crushed into oblivion, an arm thrown out in open invitation with a flourish that sent the coat into a picturesque arc; belts arcing in perfect circles to accentuate a slim waist and leather covered skin. Ash scattered along the arc of the belts, the still burning embers reflected in smouldering eyes that glimmered through thin contacts as Emil tilted his head just right, enough to display the unmarked potential of unblemished skin. His free hand came up to bury thin fingers into thick waves, the pale skin lost in the hair as they uselessly pushed back hair that was already pinned downed letting the rest of the long locks fly out against the momentum. A crinkle at the edge of his eyes and drawing his eyebrows down for the perfect roguish smirk, designed and perfected for the front pages of magazines and spreads that would be cut out and hung on still youthful walls. Silence. "Alright, that's the last one. Thank you Gula!" Came the final call as Emil sighed, shaking out his hand of any lingering ash and pulling down his face mask with his free hand. The blinding smile hidden under the thick black fabric caught the crew off guard no matter how many times they worked with the model. "Thank you for all your hard work!" He cheered, bowing to the stunned employees as he made his way towards the waiting rack of clothing which housed the pieces he had modelled for. Shrugging off the leathers, Emil carefully handed them off the the assistants who buzzed around him. Holding his hands out so that the rings could be slipped off easily, the model brightened considerably as the lowered his head for the necklace to be taken off. "Ah, that's right! I have a little something for you all. Quick quick, get these off and I'll get them for you right now." He chirped, bouncing on his heels as the experienced staff giggled at the familiar antics. As interns scrambled to put everything away, Emil scampered off to where they had placed there bags uncaring if all he was wearing was the chest harness and leather pants. Looting around for a second as a poor stylist scrambled over to unhook the accessory, Emil made a childish sound of triumph as he held up a set of wrapped rectangles. Having the good graces to stay still until the harness was slipped off him, Emil returned to the stylists with a beaming smile. "Here, I hope theres enough for all of you. I was in a hurry today so its a bit smaller than usual but I think everyone should be able to enjoy them to the fullest! They're all carefully balanced and I tried to keep everyone's preferences in mind. If you eat about a spoonful of each dish, it should only come to around 1,200 calories so please feel free to eat it throughout the day as it will be filling even for the girls who are on diets but also be careful not..." As his mouth continued to expound the nutritional facts, deft hands unwrapped the packages to reveal stacks and stacks of tupperware all filled to the brim with a variety of delicacies. From a quinoa salad sprinkled with dried sweet potato to carefully aged and smoked fishes, a whole assortment of health foods lay within the containers. A round of squeals came up as the stylists fawned over the gift. One intern ran off and returned with a stack of containers as well, identical to the one in the model's arms save for the fact that they were empty, washed and clean. "Ahhhhh we've been looking forward to this all week!" One of the girls sighed, taking the food from Emil's arms as the other laughed at their overreactions. The rest chimed in with their agreements, all cooing over the selection of food they had been given. "If you don't mind me asking, why is there less this time around, Gula?" One of the more senior stylists ventured, staying out of the circle of staff as she handed the model the clothes he had entered the studio wearing, Emil in turn handing over the case in which the contacts were store, blinking natural brown eyes in confusion. It was rare that he would even skimp on the quantity of the gifts he brought though that never affected the quality one bit. Sliding the simple black sweater over his head, Emil hummed as he finally registered the words. "Ah, that. We're getting a new hire today, actually so you'll probably meet them soon. I just lost track trying to think of what to cook as a welcome dish... I hope they're not allergic to anything..." He fretted, struggling slightly as he hopped awkwardly into skinny jeans that were perhaps a bit too tight on him. Sue him for wanting to make his non-existent ass look a bit nicer. Indeed, sitting innocently on the top shelf of the fridge in The House of Illusions sat a prepackaged meal with a cheerful yellow sticky note plastered on the glass, written in a neat looping scrawl. For our Newest Family Member, Congratulations and Welcome to Illusion Studios though if one were to look closely a more hastily scrawled note written under the welcome message: if any of you assholes who isn't our newbie eats this i will make you throw it up [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 02/04/2024 01:48 (7 Months ago) |
|
Emil Musabi  25 | Male | He/It | Asexual [ Introduction ] In the competitive Illusion Studios, rankings are everything and someone has to stand at the bottom of the pack. Emil Musabi is that person, the lowest paid and least popular model under Illusion Studio's roster of explosive talents. But the worst of Illusion Studios is still only a pipe dream for even the most talented of models. Often seen on the pages of a truly staggering amount of Streetwear and Techwear catalogues, having modelled for a wide variety of brands from low end common wear to high end statement pieces, what many also fail to realize is that his hands have been on the front pages of a wide range of cosmetic adds, from hand creams to blush swatches, professional nail art and palm sized conveniences, Emil has found his niche as a print model, though he has walked many a runway throughout his career. Emil's strengths lie within how expressive he can be, through facial acting or body language, but also in how his whole demeanour changes depending on the clothes he's wearing, a fluid spectre who takes on the face of whoever suits the shoot best. It's why his stagename, Gula, is synonymous with the image of a facemask. Though Emil seems content at the bottom of the pecking order, a part of him was undeniably content that someone else has taken his place when it was announced that Illusion Studios had hired someone new. How this will shake up the status quo, has yet to be determined. But at the very least, Emil knows that his unabating hunger will only grow deeper [ Appearance ] Despite being one of the best models in the industry, Emil has a shockingly plain face. Even with his wavy long dark hair, coiffed into soft rolls and falling over tantalizing shoulders and down a slender yet well muscled build, it is still one you could theoretically just pick from a crowd, conventionally attractive in the way most models are and only standing out in terms of the "Asian beauty" trope. Even makeup doesn't do much to enhance his looks, only serving to accentuate the natural heavy lidded gaze and sharp features. Curiously, he is quite a bit shorter than the average male model, only standing at 178cm. Though this hasn't dampened his chances behind a camera, print modelling much more forgiving through post-production and touchups, runway modelling has been quite difficult for Emil to stand out in. [ Personality ] ISFJ - The Defender | 2w3 - The Host When anyone yells Mother in the mansion, it is Emil who replies. He is outwardly the kindest, always earliest to rise to make a balanced breakfast that suits each model's needs, cleaning up after everyone, doing chores. He has everyone's schedules memorized and knows their preferences inside and out. Though, for all that he does, he is quite hard to actually find. Hes always busy doing this, doing that, going to work, attending another meeting, meal prepping for the week, doing another round of laundry, reviewing the schedules they all received, packing someones bag for yet another runway, there isn't a moment when he isn't working. Scarily emotionally perceptive and attuned to the mood of the house, Emil holds the title of least emotionally constipated, which isn't all that hard considering the state of the other models. For all that he supports the household though, Emil has a tendency to always nag at the other. He won't hesitate to chew others out, always chiding everyone especially on their eating habits. No one can live up to his standards and no one will, not even Emil himself. But perhaps this personality of his isn't quite as true as one would think. Emil doesn't... really care all that much about others. He craves the failure that comes with it, a glutton for pain and punishment. Hes a bit of a masochist in that way, always looking for ways to further wreak his health as he overworks himself and stretches himself to the brink of hospitalization. The attention, the eyes that fall on him, the whispers, oh do they drive him to do the impossible. Nothing ever satisfies him anymore and he will go further and further down into depravity to fill in that lonely cold void that only warms ever so slightly when scathing words cut the deepest. If he has to be nice to attain such a far off wish, then he will use all of his hollow heart to love those who will give him what he wants. They worry for him, they think about him, they are there to yell at him when he under preforms, and if he were to slip up in public? Well, Emil has always believed that all press is good press anyways. [ About: (GLUTTONY) ] So often people attribute Gluttony to simply over consumption of food and drink, yet they forget the broken ugly truth which lies at the core of overflowing goblets and succulent feasts. Nothing will ever satisfy your insatiable hunger. And Oh, how Emil craves the bitter taste of failure, of letting down those who relied on you, of everything that pain entails. After all, beauty is pain and Emil knows this more than anyone else. He pushes himself to the brink just for another bite of that addicting flavour, empty stomach never satisfied with its station and craving more and more. Greedy, some whisper. Envious, yet others declare. But above all else, Emil simply wishes to fill his endless hunger with the cloying addiction that his own suffering brings. Obsessively watching what he eats has led to his control over the diets of everyone in the house, micromanaging every gram of nutrient, knowing what foods exist in the house, keeping a strict count of how much of everything there is. Once you step into the mansion, you are on Emil's territory. Of course, this is hampered somewhat by the fact that he has an awful awful habit of stress eating. Believes his metabolism is high, you see, so into his mouth it goes, and another, and another until the bottle of laxatives just newly bought is empty who knew that such a bitter taste could be replicated so easily [ Additional Info ] Illusion Studios had never had to hire a live in chef ever since Emil came under their payroll, his proficiency in the kitchen exceeding what money can usually buy. Having memorized each model's preferences and tastes while catering them to their dietary needs, Emil always preps the food for each House of Illusions member. He will also prepare lunch for the other members of the staff when he is scheduled to work with them, always consistently bringing them to the point where everyone knows that that if you have are scheduled with Emil to leave any and all food prep to him. [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Wed, 27/03/2024 18:10 (7 Months ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Tue, 19/03/2024 19:36 (8 Months ago) |
|
[Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Thu, 07/03/2024 06:16 (8 Months ago) |
 Wilting under the combined disapproval and collective concern for his liver's health, Pyry sighed, ruffling his unkempt hair that definitely needed to be brushed out. He really shouldn't have fallen asleep at his desk after showering and the tangles that knotted his rats nest of a hairdo up was its proof. "Well, moving on from my bad life decisions, its almost time for class so.... unless we want to get written up again maybe we should book it?" He suggested with a meek smile to throw the attention off of him, instead choosing to take the offered thermos of tea with a grateful nod. Take a cautious sniff of it, tense shoulders immediately sagged at the comforting spices that wafted out of the warm container. Gods was he a sucker for freshly brewed apple tea. Any thoughts about murdering the last person who budgeted the city's finances immediately flew out of his mind as he took a nice long dredge of the blissful leaf juice. "Gimmie mint." Came the childish demand as he stuck out his hand, opening and closing it several times to punctuate his point. Disregarding his own words about class starting soon, Pyry practically melted as he lost himself in the bliss that was drinking some damn good tea, expertly brewed by a hand that knew what it was doing. Man, if only for her tea making abilities, boy was Pyry happy that Adalia had agreed to join the council. Speaking of his council, where was Emika? That question was swiftly answered when a heavy aura that promised blood and pain emanated from the vice-president's office, rusted steel and sharpened blades replacing the fairly neutral tone that had previously only just settled. "Ah." He intoned, sipping away at the delicious beverage.  "Listennnnnn, last night, I saw a ghost! I'm not joking, it really happened! You know how my apartment is on the top floor and you can see the whollllleeee forest from there, right? Well I saw a ghost in the forest! A eerie purple glow was moving around the trees but when I went to open my camera app, it disappeared!" "Girl, are you sure you haven't just been watching too many horror movies?" "No, seriously! I know what I saw!" "Hey, I'm just saying. Last week you were saying something about an Institute Ghost or something and now this? Didn't you just watch The Ring a few nights ago too?" "But the Institute Ghost keeps showing up! I'm serious! I tried checking the ground today but Councillor Adalia directed me back to class. Boooo." "I'm pretty sure even if you could check, you wouldn't find anything. I mean, a ghost who jumps off the roof and goes poof before going splat? That's just silly." "Well if you're so sure then sleep over at my place! I'll prove that its all real!" "Girl, if you wanted to cuddle with me, just say so lol." [Read more] |
|
Comfygazing OFFLINE Forum Posts: 766 |
Posted: Mon, 04/03/2024 06:24 (8 Months ago) |
|
Also, please don't feel like you needed to apologize or anything I'm very grateful for your post. [Read more] |