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berniesuper · 2 months
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Eiza Gonzalez eye zoom in 3 Body Problem S1 E5
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cryoexorcist · 2 years
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“Chiara, come here.”
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meistoshi · 1 year
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100 MORE MISCELLANEOUS MUSINGS & AESTHETICS.
repost, do not reblog! BOLD what applies to your muse. ITALICIZE what applies occasionally/situationally.
the depths of hell. / your worst nightmare. / chaos manifest. / i cannot make you understand. i cannot even understand it myself. / a glimmer of hope. / a roaring waterfall. / tear-stained cheeks. / snowcapped mountains. / singing in the rain. / frostbitten fingertips. / shooting stars. / for honor. / resting bitch face. / fishnet stockings. / cherry blossoms. / my purpose; my duty; my destiny. / for a better tomorrow. / blissful ignorance. / the lavender in the sky at twilight. / a heart of gold. / hopes and dreams. / picking up the pieces. / tell me what you see. / i need something more. / an arm encased in crystals. / a warm reunion. / should i stay or should i go? / a shoulder to cry on. / an oasis in the middle of a barren desert. / every rose has its thorns. / glitz and glamour. / the happier the meeting, the sadder the parting. / ink splattered on a blank canvas. / there are no accidents. / a lake shrouded in fog. / the weight of your sins. / aromatherapy. / a song for a future generation. / labored breathing. / a freshly picked red apple. / the path is yours. / you are the knife i turn inside myself; that is love. / a force to be reckoned with. / cloudy skies. / a motley crew. / a crown of thorns. / i want it all. / remains fossilized in amber. / shelter from the storm. / endless winter. / butterflies in your stomach. / longing for something or someone you’d rather forget. / running your fingers through a significant other’s hair. / bright smiles. / a dream within a dream. / you cannot recall lost time. / liquid sunshine. / there is a flower within my heart. / doldrums. / everybody loves you, but nobody likes you. / i know now what i must do. / scorching sands beneath your feet. / perverted sentimentality. / there is nothing more beautiful and terrifying than innocence. / you’ve almost convinced me i’m real. / one more time. / i will protect you with my love. / a withered bouquet of flowers. / gratitude. / a never ending field of reeds. / i am in chains. don’t touch my chains. / it will be done. / sweet victory. / a little ditty played on the piano. / a bustling bazaar. / what are you waiting for? / carry on as if nothing really matters. / oh, god, what have i done? / no turning back. / open your eyes. / paradise lost. / a bolt of lightning that lights up the night sky. / a knight in shining armor. / the open sea. / explore as your heart desires. / i am but an insignificant and beautiful creature. / take charge of your destiny. / a wave of nostalgia. / dynamite with a laser beam. / you have no idea what i’ve been through. / returning to ground zero. / longing for a distant day we have yet to see. / i don’t care about second place. / where do i belong? / heartache. / best wishes. / it’s showtime. / the last day of summer. / a castle in the sky. / a happy ending.
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lunarcrown · 9 months
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Oh, y’know, just scar and grian hiding in a small space from a ghost, waiting the haunt out by the dim light of the UV glow stick~
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ednaeflowers · 2 months
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286 screenshots 😩
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vierandancer · 9 months
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@crystalmarred liked for a Starter -- Tataru
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"Y'know when you said you needed me t'play mannequin for a new design, a ballgown isn' what I imagined..." In what bloody universe would she ever need a ballgown? Then again, this design wasn't for her. It was for a commission Tataru's business had earned for a lady with similar proportions, apparently. "Who even s'throwin' balls nowadays? Didn' the world just nearly end?"
Was it someone from Sharlayan? Did folks even bother with such events? Ooh, had Alphinaud and Alisaie ever had to attend big fancy parties? She'd have to ask later!
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tachiguin · 2 years
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yes, Tanizaki's normal outfit is 10/10,
but have you seen him
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he looks so neat in Japanese clothes! it gives him a different energy than usual. 11/10 vibes
also Tanizaki just looks so different in Japanese clothes! his usual fit is very lazy casual, so the kimono makes him look more dignified than usual
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hopewrought · 6 months
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so, that trailer eh. 👀
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kharonion · 7 months
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ꜱᴀɴɢᴜɪɴᴀʀʏ
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Note: This is an AU setting (vampire Vikt, specifically)
Some new club has been the talk of the record label staff, and Kerry’s curiosity has finally reached critical levels. He’s gotta check it out. It’s snug in the city center, taking the place of that shithole 7th Hell that played the most atrocious music and served drinks more watered down than the pier. 
Bright red neon lights flash with a new name—Sanguinary—and unlike its predecessor, there’s a line at the door. Like always, he goes dressed up enough to not earn unnecessary attention. Dark club music thunders in his ears the moment he starts descending the stairway. The energy of the place is a stark contrast compared to before; he’s tapping a foot and idly bobbing to the beat as he leans on the bar counter, waiting to be served.
“What’re you having?” a young guy pipes up.
“Surprise me—long as it’s strong.”
The bartender smirks. “Yes, sir. Know just the thing. One Crimson Moon, coming up. The boss’s special, even; he also likes his drinks to pack a punch.”
“Thanks, choom.”
Kerry sits inconspicuously on one of the black leather sofas in the corner, nursing his drink and people watching. When he sips, his expectations aren’t high… but holy fuck, it sure as shit kicks him in the ass. ‘Packing a punch’ is a bit of an understatement. He quickly downs the rest, about to make for ordering another. Peering over top his sunglasses, though, he notices the expanse of window overlooking the floor from above. Boss’s office, no doubt, and the man standing there must be the big dog himself.
Maybe it’s just the angle, but the guy looks massive, like he doesn’t even need the handful of bouncers dotting the place. His broad shoulders and bulking muscles are making his half undone button-down snug. From here, all he really sees of the man’s face is those piercing eyes, seeing everything as they’re scanning back and forth. Watching… hell, almost looks as if he’s hunting.
When that gaze locks on him, though, Kerry’s heart crashes to a stop. The bass reverberates through him so hard he shakes. 
Before he knows it, someone is at the table, beckoning him to follow. Something about “the boss wants to see you” or some shit. He leaves his empty glass, obeys without protest. Compelled after that scrutinizing he’d just been subject to… unable to say no even if he wanted to.
He might just pass out when that office door opens and closes behind him. Up here, the music is muted enough to at least hear his own thoughts. Not like he has many right now.
“Pardon my interrupting your night,” the man starts, voice husky and being dragged through gravel with each word, “but I felt I should express my gratitude.”
“Uh,” Kerry so intelligently responds. “For what?”
“Of all the nightclubs to spend your precious time at, Kerry Eurodyne decided upon mine.” He seems to sense Kerry’s bewilderment. “You’re not as covert as you think you are—to those paying attention.” 
That makes Kerry nervous beyond belief, but he plays it off casual. Simply heaves a deep breath, collects himself. “Thanks. I’ll work on it.”
The man’s head tilts, craning it in his direction as if listening intently. To… something.
“That’s not why you… piqued my interest, though. No, it’s because you’re here for a different reason than most of them.” He pauses, hums as if choosing his next words carefully. “You’re here to forget, to escape a demon that’s been chasing you for decades. Hoping that here, the shadows won’t be suffocating—or you simply will get so shitfaced, you’ll forget they exist.”
How in the fuck…
“Okay, just what in the fuck is your game?” Kerry finally growls. 
All the man does is sigh. And then, he turns around. 
Up close, he’s… well, frankly, he’s gorgeous. Sharp jawline, a small scattering of sun spots dotting his bronze face—though it looks pallid, sickly almost—freckles speckled across the right side. His hair is well-kept, an ombre with some grey shining through the dark locks that match his trimmed salt-and-pepper beard. Black shadows his alert eyes, paints his upper lip—which fangs poke out from. (Exotics… gotta be, he easily convinces himself.)
“You’re mistaken; I don’t play games.” His tone is… deathly serious. Kerry gulps. “Simply wish to give you a… safe haven, of sorts. Offer you a few drinks on the house. Talk. Give you something better to do while you’re here than wallow in the corner.”
Kerry chuckles, but takes the seat on the couch offered to him anyway. He does have to admit, this is much better than the alternatives—and really, the company is not only pleasant… but not bad to look at. The man hands him a glass of bourbon and pours himself a healthy amount of gin. 
“Just trying to win a rockerboy’s favor or what? No way you treat everyone like this.”
That earns a smirk, making those sharp teeth much more noticeable. “Only those who need it.”
“Chivalrous, for a nightclub owner.”
“Well. Not everyone accepts it, either.” He hums again, empties his liquor in one fell swig, raises an inquisitive brow. Fuck, that look he’s giving is almost… hungry, and the red of the club’s lights cause it to become searing; Kerry’s stomach lurches in his throat sudden enough to damn near make him throw up. 
“You, uh, you got a name I can properly call you?”
The man crosses his legs at the knee, his polished dress shoes gleaming in the low light, knee missing Kerry’s by centimeters. Fuck fuck fuck.
“Vikt,” he bluntly says, offering out a hand. “Pleasure is mine, Eurodyne.” Kerry takes it, and holy shit, it is ice-cold. Even so, though, the grip is strong, sure. “Don’t be a stranger. Consider my door open—and please, next time, forgo that ridiculous poor excuse for a disguise.”
Even though something feels off about the offer… Kerry vows to return sooner than later.
Maybe as soon as tomorrow.
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berniesuper · 1 year
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Valery M.Ortiz eye zoom in Gabby Duran and Unsittables S2E1
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diiluvies · 4 months
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okay but the worlds most gremlin love triangle between a feral ginger, a wet dragon and a hell hound (childe, neu, wrio) but it ends up they just date each other
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wolfvirago · 26 days
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--- on trauma
Robin has C-PTSD.
Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is formed when an individual endures long-lasting and repeated bouts of ongoing trauma, typically in childhood. Survivors often find themselves caught in an inescapable cycle of grieving that lasts months and years beyond the loss and remains fresh and raw in spite of the time and changes that have occurred since the event.
The individual is tethered to the past by an inability to move on from their loss. In psychology this is referred to as Complicated Grief and though it is most commonly discussed with death, it can present itself for grieving lost time, stolen youth and lives unlived.
This appeared in her at a very young age, considering her mother and father died within a year of one another and she was never able to leave the Lost Woods as promised.
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stormduelist · 3 months
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JETT/NEON CONFIRMED?
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grislyintentions · 8 months
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from geppie HELP
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"Such a good boy. Isn't he just-" The stellaron hunter leans out against the steps of the Goethe Hotel, prominent enough to catch the eyes of a certain Captain. Kafka smiles and offers a little wave. A flash of teeth. The tip of her tongue darts out to lick the corner of her lips, intent blatant. "The sweetest."
@memovia
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granfaes · 3 months
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" 𝐧𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜, 𝐢 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲." the short statured mystery leans in for a playful wink ; fearless from any outcome of her words. mortals called her by a more uplifting & memorable name, sparkle - in which innocence is instantly assumed. those who know of her chaotic ways do well to make little interaction with the entity. hanabi, she remembers that name only in her dreams. " .. 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞? " a peace offering made only out of malice. not for adventure per say, but the those traveling within penacony toys for play. @apocryphis ; starter.
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melpomeneprose · 5 months
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@dynastymuses said: ❝congrats babe❞ she lifted her glass ❝to another job well done❞ ivy smirked taking a sip.
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The clink of a glass and a boisterous laugh from the blonde formerly known as H.arleen Q.uinzel, she need not introduce herself. H.arley as it were now, and her Miss Poison Ivy were plenty well acquainted beyond the dubious c.riminal stuff, but hey, at least they were doing better than t.he J.oker Mr. 'commit crime to prove a false ethics point.' Finally, the blonde woman spoke, "I quite agree, and the and... the filth--- the c.ops didn't catch us, at least we're self aware, that comes in many forms, my dear, we're 'bad guys' allegedly that is our job."
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