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sketchypeppers · 4 months
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extra ordinary
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numbpilled · 8 months
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"why do i feel so blu when i am not with u?" said the angel to the parasyte that was killing her slowly and certainly
elriel is real
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kingofdinosaurs · 1 month
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sorry can we talk about blue mary and maxima having this silly sorta-rivalry it's so fun to me... they have a weird amount in common between the "dead former partner" (take that as you will) situation and being grapplers in kof using weapons that probably shouldn't be allowed in a mma tournament, i like that they have established thoughts on each other even if it's just small
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redladydeath · 3 months
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A totally normal thought I had today while driving to class: “Wow, “Oh No!” by Marina is so Voxcore”
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sevicia · 11 months
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MY CALCULUS MARKS ARE HERE AND THEY'RE BOTH OVER 4.0 HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA I LOVE LIFE LIFE IS SO BEAUTIFUL I'M NEVER GONNA BE SAD AGAIN
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mercysought · 4 months
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❝ Perhaps my lack of education is showing. ❞ / from krem to maxima my queen ........
black sails season 2 prompts (accepting)
   “Focus, Cremisius."
She says and a touch of frustration tinges on her tone; for a moment, she regrets it. Her dark eyes lock into Cremisius' light brown. The regret is still there but lessened as she tilts her head. He is a handsome man with a curse for self-esteem. Were it not for what she knew about the way he made a living, Daphné would have certainly wondered how he hadn't yet been chewed up and spat out to be made into the concrete between the city streets' stone paths.
But he is not Orlesian, not one from the fields, not one from the high castles so the rules would not apply so easily to him, not unless he entrenched himself in it. And even then. He was Tevinter but when a Tevinter is South of the border it usually only spells out a history of pain and disaster. Daphné was curious; her memories of the place were flimsy at best and half the time she wondered if they had been more fantasy than reality.
In the end, she could easily live with her curiosity and let it die in her throat.
   “Self-deprecation doesn't look good on you." a pause, her hands makes their way to his arm, pulling it gently and lacing around it before allowing it to dive back into her light robes.
She looks away to the red ribbons on the balconies above, distracted "I also do not find that particular vein of humour funny, I must admit."
Not that he was there simply to impress her. Perhaps that was her job sipping into this little walk. Perhaps she simply didn't know how to do any other dance than that of being tantalizing enough to remain interesting with a small demonstration of bite and that of flattery. Perhaps, but that didn't change the fact that she was being truthful: self-deprecation was not a characteristic that called to her.
   “You know more about this than I ever will, even if I reached into the depths of my imagination. I enjoy your stories not because they are exactly as one would describe in a history book. I enjoy your stories because they are fun." she smiles, pulling him closer and hitting his hip with the side of hers, immediately regretting when she feels the edge of his belt hit her "And you are a fantastic storyteller."
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i still enjoy thinking about pollux in 14 because he is absolutely just. oh you can be a wretch in the gremlin way. like he would be a defected garlean who joins the ironworks. has the moral compass of nero but doesn’t have “prove your worth” issues nero had going for a minute. fuck it we ball kinda vibe. cid sanctions what he does because he is going to do the thing either way. he was in bozja when it blew up and is Totally Well Adjusted about seeing his boss be tempered by bahamut and the explosion there. worked on the g-force warrior from the sorrows trial series and wishes cid let him put more guns on it. the sort of “that was fucked up what happened with the ruby weapon huh? *pause* anyway what is going on inside this thing.”
edit: he would be mean Nero until the end of the omega raids at which point he still be mean to him but it’s in a stupid Rude way, but not like a malicious rude way. (I think about what nero says in the omega raids + ew role quests a lot bc he’s just some cool dude)
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royal-hair · 8 months
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Queen Máxima of The Netherlands visiting Gelderse Valley, Gelderland - 31.08.23
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mylimoji · 8 months
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big cities scare me so much you can't even imagine. maybe i am a country bumpkin. i don't even care if everyone knows everybody in my little town, like genuinely it's so scary to me to go even to a bigger city. too overwhelming and too much. thanks 👍
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sludgeguzzler · 8 months
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i was gonna do design in college and i needed to do really well on some exams so i was really really nervous, but then i fell in love with archival science or however you call it in english and the minimum grade i need in the university i want is *checks notes* -82. so. safe to say im a little mlr confident now
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interxstitial · 2 years
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@idleds​:
( origin! )
seunggi truly, honestly feels like an absolute moron. and that's putting it very, very nicely.
he doesn't know which part of his brain he should blame for the expectations he had for jiwon's home, but he knows there's at least one nerve-ending in there that had him living in his own little twilight zone. now, don't quiz him on specifics (he's got none, really), but for some odd reason, he swore jiwon's room, his home, or even his neighborhood would look entirely different compared to his own. he doesn't spend too much time with muggles or even learning about them outside of class apart from what jiwon tells him, but — it was hard to not imagine something like an alternate universe from what little he did know, alright?
seunggi's observations, day one, hour one:
the neighborhood does look a little different, for the most part. only because seunggi doesn't really have neighbors — the closest ones are acres away, so asking for a cup of sugar is next to impossible. jiwon's, though, is quite nice. seunggi understands his sweaters and never-ending kindness now.
the house kind of does, too, but that's only a matter of size. again: acres, and whatnot. but jiwon's house isn't lacking. in fact, seunggi feels that there's so much warmth in the atmosphere that the house could swallow him whole and still not be full.
there's no real difference otherwise — the rooms are all the same, there's still a damn kitchen and bathroom, and — shocker! — muggles have television, too.
(he's joking. he swears. just remind him to tell the actual moron who sits behind him in his potions class that they have the technology for moving pictures, too.)
even so, seunggi feels his brows furrow upon stepping into jiwon's room after a long, perfectly needed conversation with his friend's mother — seunggi almost bowed about ten times out of utmost respect and thanks, in case you were curious. his eyes flutter around the room, a small huff of confusion slipping free as he takes in his surroundings.
yup, that's a bed. where jiwon sleeps. probably. right?
after a moment of simply staring, seunggi tosses his bag for the week onto the little makeshift bed on the floor he assumes is for him (leave it to jiwon's mum to make it look extra comfy), his head whizzing around to look at his friend with an utterly perplexed look dawning his features. in fact, he turns so hard he almost sends the bag of takeout boxes they'd picked up on the way flying across the room. (he's careful to catch them, of course, only because he doesn't think he can handle another public space until tomorrow. he can still feel the led's searing into his brain, thank you very much.) "you mean to tell me you don't sleep on the ceiling?!"
jiwon, despite the excitement thrumming in every cell of his body, is nervous. it’s seunggi’s first time visiting his home and, quite possibly and more importantly, his first time visiting a muggle home. from the moment jiwon first saw him, he knew seunggi came from a noble house. brand new robes, a shiny trunk with his initials engraved into the padlock, and eyes that spoke volumes of their familiarity with all the wondrous magic that greeted them upon their first foray into hogwarts castle. bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, eleven-year-old and yet-to-reach-his-growth-spurt jiwon could not have known about pureblood families and the ideals several of them would adhere to. but he knew then that na seunggi, just recently sorted into hufflepuff, was someone important.
now, he is perhaps the most important person here. while his mum fawns over seunggi and tries to unload a frankly alarming amount of snacks upon him, jiwon fiddles with the strings of his hoodie. he tries to take in his home with new eyes, to see everything from the gaze of a visitor. their tree has already been set up by the window but remains free of decorations at jiwon’s request. several boxes of shiny baubles, shimmering string lights, and glittery garland sit stacked nearby. though the tree has yet to be decked out, the rest of the home is dotted with holiday knick-knacks. bookshelves lined with snow globes, the coffee table full of gingerbread men, a little santa doll hanging on the front door with a bell in his over-sized belly. the air is full of cinnamon and brown sugar, the perfect sweet contrast to jiwon’s dad grumbling over a football match on the telly. everything certainly seems festive enough, but jiwon can’t help wondering if seunggi finds any of this ridiculous.
does any of this meet his expectations? would it be worse if it does?
eventually, jiwon takes mercy on seunggi and saves him from his mum’s attempt at getting him to answer whether he’d prefer a citrus tart or tiramisu for dessert. insisting that they’ll give her an answer before long, jiwon all but corrals his friend to his room upstairs. with the door shut, jiwon sighs with relief and gently sets his bag onto the desk near the window. not a moment later, tea wiggles out and makes herself cosy in a strip of sunlight falling across jiwon’s bed after a long, well-deserved stretch. after two seasons spent in the cramped dormitory, the sight of his favourite comics on the bookshelf, glow-in-the-dark stickers dotting the window, and a corkboard filled with old-fashioned polaroids is a breath of fresh, beautiful, swansea air.
then comes seunggi’s question, sending jiwon into a fit of laughter so strong that he has to steady himself against the door.
“what? on the— no, of course not!” jiwon exclaims, plopping onto his bed (very much on the floor) and disturbing a now disgruntled tea. with a sharp look that transcends species and language, the ball of fluff moves to the cushioned nook where only a fool would dare to squeeze in with her. “are you sure your family isn’t even a little bit part-vampire? because they definitely sleep on the ceiling, i’ll tell you that. and on that note, you should really be honest if you are part-vampire, because that fried rice is not going to sit well in your stomach if you eat it now.”
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prime-wars · 2 years
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thinking abt windblade and maxima tonite....
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uupiic · 12 days
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Rimi frozen cherries are better. They're smaller and sweeter than Maxima ones. Probably a different sort.
Conclusion: buying Rimi frozen cherries for next winter.
(Maxima has better frozen strawberries and broccoli btw)
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mercysought · 1 year
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‘ no bad news. please. ’
@chiefambassador . tamino or a house among the trees . accepting
Maxima puts the cup in her right hand in front of the ambassador seated. The magister didn't envy the chief diplomat for the Inquisition. Even if the Inquisitor seemed to be doing just fine, it couldn't be easy to navigate all of the intricacies of diplomacy with a dalish elf for the head of your organization. The fact that they managed to convince so many from both Orlais, the Chantry, Ferelden and Tevinter should be already considered a monumental achievement. If, of course, they didn't end up failing.
And if that was the case, then of course no one would be there to remember who had led the Inquisiton and their advisors one way or another.
Still, the past of the Commander of the Inquisiton wasn't necessarily a secret for any that dug enough. She supposed just that would have been enough to give even the best diplomats a headache.
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Taking a sip from her own cup, Maxima sits down in the empty chair in front of Josephine's desk "By the sound of it, I can only presume it's been a day."
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dysloyalty · 6 months
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Fucking CRYING in the club 2nite
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impuls-ivities · 1 year
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At the ripe age of I once dated a car guy… I have slowly started to make my way into cars. Sadly I don’t care about how it runs, but more of the model and make. BUT UNTIL I CAN AFFORD ONE AND TRULY UNDERSTAND THEM. I will be collecting them in hot wheels form.
Also, if anyone knows the best way in displaying them (with the package on) lmk. Cause I don’t want to open it if I’m starting a whole collection.
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