#modern

[ltwilliammowett]

She is a tall Lady - bark Europa

#tall ship #bark europa #modern #antarctica

[faetima]

𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 . .

. . maybe you weren't as lucky as you thought you were?

// tws ; blood !! slight swearing ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au 

a/n: decided to write about aventurine despite the poll i'm sorry 😞 anyways lucky girl syndrome by illit is SO GOOD

you had always considered yourself lucky; whether that pertained to getting great deals, having great luck in board games, or just guessing test answers correctly. you had almost never had bad luck, and all your friends and family knew.

you were referred to as their own personal four-leaf clover, bringing good luck wherever you went.

so why did your luck suddenly falter and fail you? why did your good luck suddenly turn bad?

those were the thoughts that plagued your mind as you, hunched over a trash can, hurled up bitter pink peonies.

how could a flower that symbolized such good fortune and prosperity sprout from such a horrible condition?

coughs wracked your feeble body as more of the bubblegum colored flowers flopped into the trash can, clumped together with mucus and scarlet blood.

you gasped for air, finally able to breathe for the most part. small petals elegantly floated down and sat on top of the mucus coated flowers, sprinkled with the slightest hint of blood.

shakily you backed away, arms wrapped around your knees, of which were brought up to your head.

you buried your face in your arms, sobbing.

why did this have to happen to you? so many people in the world, yet you had to be the one spewing up damned peonies just because of a stupid unrequited love.

you wished you had never been put in the same class as aventurine, that you had never heard his laugh, never seen his stupidly pretty purple eyes or his blonde hair, never heard his voice, never laid your fucking eyes on him.

you were too scared to get the surgery--what if it failed? if your luck was failing you now, what if it backfired when you were getting the surgery too?

if you were going to die either way, you wanted to at least remembered the person while you did.

--

you changed your mind--that idea was fucking stupid.

you should've gotten the surgery when you could've, but now it was too little too late.

why did you even want to remember him? he didn't even know your damn name. he didn't even know you existed.

if only you weren't so scared to talk to him (or anyone else for that manner).

maybe if you weren't such a coward you could've been besides him right now or walking with him or watching as he gambled his luck away or talking with him or--

another cough tore you away from your thoughts. you heaved out yet another mucus covered peony. it flopped onto the ground ungracefully, staining your newly polished floors an ugly red from the blood on it.

the sickly sweet smell floral smell of peonies filled the room, making you nauseous and dizzy.

you definitely weren't as lucky as you thought you were.

--

weak coughs wracked your fragile body.

it was hard to breathe.

you felt as if the room was spinning around you, barley able to form a single thought as your oxygen was being cut off.

you laid there on your bed, suffocating slowly on rosy pink peonies.

maybe two lucky people just aren't meant to be together.

#୨୧ -- aventurine #hsr aventurine #aventurine #aventurine x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #honkai star rail #star rail #hanahaki au #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #shy reader #shy #light angst #angst #how to angst #tw slight blood #modern au #modern #high school #high school au #college au #idk man just a school au ig #might make part two :3 #aventurine x you

[cactuswastaken]

So I have been wanting to draw Arlecchino lately and at the same time stumbled upon XP-pen competition thingy of making a modern job outfit for one or few of genshing characters!

After a long consideration, conversation with friends and some sketching I ended up going with a Cigar Bar owner Arlecchino! (And the bar name is "House of The Hearth" of course...)

Why specifically this job?

- Well she is still someone in power, has her own domain, she is someone that isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and handle stuff herself. This being a cigar bar of high status Arlecchino is in contact with many powerful people. Her waiters and helpers are of course her "children" . And the cigar aspect of the smoke and fire reminiscing of her pyro vision.

The outfit design choices?

- Although a modern setting the job requires of classical attire to fit the mood. Small details of the outfit are taken from the original one to keep it to her true character. The simple but comfortable and mobile outfit helps her to stay on her feet all day if needed, leaving her movements unrestrained. Tied up hair in a bun to keep the consistent look of put together and professional

#アルレッキーノ #阿蕾奇诺 #原神 #teyvat #modern #genshinimpactfanart #genshinimpact #genshin #arlecchino #arlechinno genshin #fanart #the knave #father #fatui #fatui harbingers fanart #fatui harbingers #modern au #genshin impact art #genshin art #genshin impact #digital art #clipstudiopaint #artwork

[captain-price-unofficially]

Kreminna forest, Ukraine 2024 (above) and Verdun, France 1918

#modern #russo-ukrainian war

[arc-hus]

House Vaneker, Enschede, The Netherlands - Groothuijse de Boer

#Groothuijse de Boer #architecture #design #building #modern architecture #interiors #minimal #house #modern #contemporary architecture #cool architecture #beautiful house #living room #render #metal roof #steel #industrial #terrace #netherlands #garden

[soudasouda]

The Conservatorium century old redbrick landmark has been given new life by Italian architect and designer Piero Lissoni Follow Souda on Tumblr

#modern #design #product design #home #decor #decoration #home decor #home design #interiors #interior design #living room #bedroom #kitchen #buildings #architecture #furniture #furniture design #industrial design #minimalism #minimal #living rooms #lighting design #lights #bathroom

[veronicadelica]

Birmingham, 2015

My prints are available on Fy! or DM for bespoke prints.

Instagram / Website / Shop

Weronika Dudka

#architecture #modern #brutalism #birmingham #veronicadelica #weronikadudka

[ohmy-guy]

ohmy-guy

#aesthetic #aesthetic blog #original #candles #fall #autumn #autumn aesthetic #forest #forest aesthetic #candle aesthetic #plant #plants #plant aesthetic #modern #modern aesthetic #orange #red #orange aesthetic

[ltwilliammowett]

The Norwegian research vessel Lance is stuck in the Arctic ice, 2015

#ship #research vessel #norway #lance #arctic #modern #terror vibes

[vintagehomecollection]

Rooms by Design, 1989

#vintage #vintage interior #1980s #80s #interior design #home decor #living room #cathedral ceiling #house plants #TV #leather #sectional #windows #tapestry #modern #minimalist #style #home #architecture

[faetima]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 . .

. . maybe you and alhaitham were just never meant to be.

// tws ; blood ! possible alluding to reader’s death? ; gn reader ; modern & high school au, hanahaki au 

a/n: stan twice

unrequited.

you knew your love was of that nature, yet you couldn’t help but yearn for it.

for the delicate and feathery touch of the scribe’s love.

pining after him was no use, you knew. but, alas, what could you do?

he was the prestigious scribe, whilst you were a nobody, too meek to speak up to others, always uttering a small, “yes” to everything asked of you.

too shy to talk to people — terrified that you would embarrass yourself or leave a bad impression, or that you would wind up being the center of attention.

but, if you were so scared, why did you crave his attention?

every time you glanced around the classroom, fleeting gaze eventually landing on his soft grey and teal tufts of hair, and his turquoise eyes, flecked with specks of orange, you couldn’t help but wish as you stared at him, a stoic and indifferent expression plastered onto his stupidly pretty face —

wish that he could love you.

wish that he could hold you.

wish that he could look at you.

wish that he could know you.

but luck was never on your side, was it? for, you wholeheartedly expected your wishes not to be heard (and they weren’t), but lady luck had decided to make your life miserable — making the decision that having an obviously unreciprocated wasn’t enough.

and so she gave you hanahaki.

every day, as your gaze landed unconsciously on him, the vines curled around your lungs, gripping them.

flowers — fuchsia azaleas — tickled the back of your throat, being lodged there, making you cough a little.

and, alhaitham’s head turned towards the noise of coughing.

you froze, quickly collecting the petals in your hand, stuffing them into your pocket. your gaze instantly shot downwards, glued onto your notebook as your hand rapidly scribbled something down, pretending to be taking notes or writing or just doing something.

and, as you wrote, you felt monarchs fluttering in your stomach, heat rising up to your neck and face.

who knew that agony could be a little fun? 

—

but, as the days grew, your heart made it clear that it did not desire “fun”.

oh, no.

the only thing it wanted was alhaitham.

and that was made evident by the way you were now crouched on the bathroom floor, on your hands and knees, coughing out bouts of the hot pink flowers to remove the giant lump in your throat and the tickling of petals in the back of it.

the azaleas hit the previously porcelain white and neatly polished floor with a disgustingly wet noise, and, as you opened your eyes the tiniest bit, you laid your eyes on the flower.

a seemingly freshly bloomed azalea, coated with your own blood, slick with your own mucus. it laid there, some of the burgundy blood dripping down and pooling around it, coloring the dove-white floor with a splash of red.

you sat there, blankly staring at the barbie azaleas flopped on the floor. they were still covered in blood for your throat. they’re the hundredth flowers you’d coughed up today, and you had a strange mixture of apathy and horror coursing through you.

the lump in your throat felt like a knife, and the petals tickle and tickle, causing you to cough and wheeze. it was getting harder and harder to breathe. you were exhausted — from both coughing up the flowers and also from feeling this fucking unreciprocated love. but, of course, the hanahaki wouldn’t let you stop suffering until your love is returned.

if only alhaitham would look at you, talk to you, acknowledge your existence in any way.

if only you would talk to him. 

but, god, if it wasn’t hard to build up the courage.

he wouldn’t just come up and talk with you. why would you even wish that? why were you so stupid?

you hated yourself for it, wishing he would talk to you whilst not even interacting with him.

the truth was that the scribe intimidated you quite a bit, being stoic and indifferent, curt and formal to nearly anybody.

you tried to take a deep breath, but it hurt.

it hurt so, so much. 

the fuchsia azaleas covered the piece of floor in front of you almost entirely, a horrific reminder of the disease that's destroying you from the inside.

while you had been thinking, the stupidly pleasant smell of the azaleas — a dainty and delicate blend of floral honeysuckle notes— mixed with the tinged irony odor of blood, wafted upwards toward you, giving you a whiff of a smell that made you want to wretch.

you should’ve gotten the surgery when you could — now it was far too late, you were going to die for sure.

you were beyond the point of saving.

—

you stared blankly at the sheet of paper which sat before you, trying to concentrate on the lecture your teacher was giving, but your mind kept drifting off.

you kept glancing upwards, and every time you did so you saw the lightest shade of grey there could be, like a thrush’s delicate feathers, mixed with sage green, perfectly complementing the scribes clothes.

yeah, maybe you should keep your eyes on the paper. looking at him made you watch to rip your throat out and cough your lungs out.

—

you sat in your bed, curled in a small ball, fluffy white blanket bunched up around you.

the bright screen of your computer, extremely so, illuminated your face. 

you didn’t particularly want to write this essay, and what would be the point? the stupid azaleas would choke you to death eitehr way, using you as a human flower pot.

you closed the screen with a harsh thud!, drowning yourself in complete and utter darkness as the abnormally bright light emitted from the computer was sucked away.

you hastily put the computer away, curling into a tight ball on your bed.

you awaited death, hot pink azaleas tickling your throat and dreaming about the scribe, his perfectness almost alien, like the condition deteriorating you from the inside out, like a withering flower.

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #al haitham #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #genshin impact #genshin #how to angst #angst #light angst #tw blood #kind of #hanahaki au #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #◌ -- alhaitham #modern #modern au #high school #high school au #also posted on ao3 :3

[waambles]

No more trans doom scrolling! Today we are embracing trans hedonism!

T4t love, polyamory, queer platonic relationships, and friendships are so beautiful! Embrace pleasure, embrace rest, embrace yourself and all those you love! Eat that cake, kiss that person, take that nap, enjoy your life! Today I call for an era of radical trans joy!

#trans #transgender #t4t #hedonism #hedonic #baroque #polyamory #queer #queerplatonic #queer artwork #trans joy #trans pride #aesthetic #original art #artist #digital art #candles #modern #modern renaissance #modern baroque #top surgery scars #nonbinary #transmasc #trans femme

[detailedart]

Sunset at sea (details). Painter: Jeanne Rosier Smith.

#sea #art history #painting #details #art detail #ocean #waves #aesthetic #jeanne rosier smith #modern #tale #paintings #art #nature #landscapes

[captain-price-unofficially]

If there was ever a photo to encapsulate the US, this is it. AH-64 attack helicopters performing a flyover at the NASCAR 1992 Hooters 500 race

#aviation #modern

[dduane]

“Fish Pond mosaic by Gary Drostle. It's made of vitreous ceramic tesserae using a ‘reverse technique’ and measures 2 meters in diameter. Made for a small public garden in Croydon, Surrey, UK, it won several art awards.“ (via Archaeohistories at Twitter)

#mosaic #fish #modern

[importantbarbarianangel]

#ben hardy #what if #modern #prison #speedos #it me #persephades #open rp #cookiedraws