Michelangelo Valerii Corvus

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Coffee shop verse:

Michael decides to open up a coffee shop that never closes. During the day he lets the day crew run things (some of his employees are demigods who need work + a safe place to work + a place they won’t get fired from bc they got whisked away for a quest)

But he runs the night shift. His features and how long the cafe has been in business and no matter what other corporations surround it or try to buy, Michael’s cafe is secure, but rumors about him being a vampire roam.

He is perpetually tired but there comes with being immortal for a couple centuries. Some of his clients are ghosts he hosts until they’re ready for his help in crossing over.

He wants to help the living as much as the dead. Be the place of solace in the darkness insomniacs seek where they don’t have to be alone and make it to another sunrise.

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"My Lord, you must assist!" "It's not his time yet!" "He is of our realm, he is of your kin!" "Help him!" "Help him!" "HELP HIM!"

"Enough!" Michael barked at the ghost swarming around him. Only when the words registered in his mind did his annoyance fade. Time has been weird, so though it doesn't seem like too long since he's decided to return to the world of the living, it has been just under a decade. Though he still mostly keeps to himself. Though he would go decades locked away in his manor, which existed on a Nexus point between worlds. The Ghosts he allowed there were more than often higher ranking officials that kept him in the look of the politics of his father's realm, reminded him of his step-mother's comings and goings, and when a descendant of his has passed.

He's long gone stopped guiding them personally, but occasionally...Fate and Prophecy make it necessary for him to do so. If not with one of his own descendants than some other demigod. And he'll get messages via ghosts of their loved ones, urging for some protection for the threatened demigod.

This seems an odd mix.

Michael shadow traveled to where the ghosts had told him he needed to go. Despite how different time flows for him, training was something that was like second nature to him, especially when it came to protecting the innocent.

And just by glancing at the demigod, he saw this sweet boy. Michael shadow traveled to stand in front of him protectively, summoning an obsidian blade and raised it against the monsters closing in.

Thankfully, they weren't too much of a hassle. Not with his age, rank, and experience. Having two children of the Ruler of the Underworld probably played a hand at the others running away in fear.

Michael pocketed his weapon and turned to the younger man, raising his arms in a peaceful nature and gently asking, "Are you alright?"

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@breannasewell closed starter

Michael invited Samantha over for a date night, being mindful of the lunar calendar. He told her he wanted to paint her, and yes, one day he very much wants her to sit for him and paint her in full. Tonight though, he was feeling a bit more playful. He'd gone out and gotten edible paint. He painted colorful patterns all over her body. Some with a brush, and some just with his hands.

"I can probably blend the colors around your nipple into a new one with my tongue if I'm dedicated enough...shall I try?"

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David winced -- no, flinched -- then realized he reacted so strongly. He frowned and shook his head. "Sorry. It's still a bit fresh for me... At least I hope they are not ghosts." He wasn't sure how much he wanted to tell Michael. He seemed well-meaning, genuine, but he didn't feel right burdening a stranger with his heartache, whether they were ghosts or not. "Maybe another time," he promised. If there was another time.

"And you're fine -- monologuing at me," he said, forcing away the memories. "Really. I'm brand new to all this stuff. Magic and ghosts and myths and legends come to life. I gave up my old job to... search for answers, I guess." He tapped the bar with his fingertips. "Though I'm still trying to find out the question."

He flashed an ironic smile and then relaxed. "I could bombard you with questions all night, but you probably didn't come to a place like this to talk about work. What do you do for fun, Michael?"

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The first time he had an encounter with a spirit was a few lifetimes ago it felt, but he could still remember being on his own away from home and dealing with the undead. It was horrifying and confusing since he'd been out at war.

"Ah. Yes, depending on how you came into it...it can be rather discombobulating, to put it mildly," He said as he picked up his drink and took a sip. "Feel free to ask questions at any time. I really don't mind. I literally have all the time in the world..."

"But as for fun...well, now that's putting me on the spot. I like polishing up my skills at various games. Darts or billiards are a good example."

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"There's such an uncertainty to life. Not many know what they truly want. Listening to the dead...there's anger, there's grief, there's regret, there's fear. But it all comes from knowing. Maybe not immediately. They may not understand but they know...and they feel why they're angry, or scared, or relieved.

"It's my duty to help them understand. To...make peace and move on to whatever's next."

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David took a sip of his beer, clearly buying himself time to think and say something intelligent. On one hand, he was skeptical. He was new to this whole supernatural thing. On the other hand, plunging headfirst into the supernatural tended to drastically change one's perspective on life -- and death. So, he wanted to believe this man... god... demi-god. Half-remembered high school lessons came back to inform him of the difference.

"Your duty? How does one make this their duty? I mean, it sounds noble, but how'd you come by it?"

"And make peace? How? You talk to them? They talk to you? Then you help the... cross over?" He had something in his mind like that old kid's movie -- Caspar, The Friendly Ghost. He watched that movie a lot as a kid...

David realized he was probably bombarding the fellow, and he gave an apologetic smile. "Sorry... Name's Weiss, by the way."

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"Michael," He introduced himself. He's sure he might have descendants out there somewhere, but he was so far disconnected from life and his family, that he mostly stuck with using his first name.

Opening up about the supernatural wasn't odd with him. He was an artist so at most, people would think him eccentric or possibly on something.

But he was old. He's trained and has centuries of experience, so he was rather confident in himself. Plus...being one to hear the dead and listen to secrets plenty took to the grave, he had a thing about honesty. So thus he spoke openly and honestly. Maybe it also had a lot to do with it being a long time since he's spoken with someone who wasn't dead, and he longed for a conversation with the living.

"It began when my grandfather passed. Thankfully, his time came because of old age. I settled in life as much as one could and trained enough in my powers. With familial love and a sense of family duty...selfishly, I guided my grandfather to the fields of paradise personally. I did so with my mother next. Then my best friend and brother in arms...Then my wife...my first born...after that, I stepped away from the life I knew.

"Living with love is a blessing...guiding them to the next part was a privilege...but eventually I couldn't take the heartache that entailed. I traveled but once aware of my abilities, it wasn't something I could turn off.

"Spirits aren't meant to be on Earth for long periods of time. Unsettled for whatever reason makes them dangerous. They lose themselves and devolve into unrecognizable anger and deadly intent. But they were once a person...and if they remained a spirit on earth then they are lost...scared...and I can't ignore that. So...in a mix of others seeing me with the ability to help and my own inability to not help...it just...comes with the territory of being who and what I am..."

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to monologue...but yes, they talk to me. They can sense I have some...dominion in their favor. Plus, I can actually see them. Understand them. So they stick to me until I help.

"Any ghost you need me to help you with?"

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Michael is a romantic at heart, so I will do my best to post Valentine's theme starters soon. If any of them seem interesting, feel free to reply~

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He lived in a Nexus Point. A crossroad between worlds ever fitting the immortal son of the Roman God who ruled over the Underworld. When he decided he couldn't bare the heartache of continuing to live alongside humanity, he shut himself off.

At first, he busied himself with mastering skills he picked up casually or thought about in passing. He grew his libraries and his manor grew to obtain whatever it was he needed. Kitchen with evolving technologies and ingredients as he learned new recipes every couple of decades. His hunger was still there, but the longer he remained connected to this nexus point and the other side, it wasn't as prevalent. He had forges where he crafted and maintain his weapons, work out rooms where he trained his body and practiced his abilities. An entire floor of rooms dedicated to art. Rooms full of paintings and portraits of people who were only remembered by him at this point, sculptures that many may think are wrong but he had been there...he'd walked side by side with the muse of said statue into war.

His most challenging room was...his garden.

Son of the Ruler of the Dead it was tricky to keep things alive. The most he was ever allowed to grow for centuries were poppies, and that was because of Hypno. His stepmother eventually warmed up to him and when she passed from the Underworld to the World Above, she passed through his home sometimes. He had painted a few portraits of her and her mother in her honor, and eventually, she allowed him some blessings and helped his garden bloom.

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"There's such an uncertainty to life. Not many know what they truly want. Listening to the dead...there's anger, there's grief, there's regret, there's fear. But it all comes from knowing. Maybe not immediately. They may not understand but they know...and they feel why they're angry, or scared, or relieved.

"It's my duty to help them understand. To...make peace and move on to whatever's next."

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lola

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spooky black velvet halloween cake

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Gothic Demon and Woman Dancing in Moonlight, Dark Academia, Occult Poster, Satanic Art, Vintage Print, Witchcraft, Wiccan Home Decor

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morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before