#thread: ines

[kara-knuckles]

Some thoughts about Ines's skin

First, the name "Under the Flaming Dome". It shows a clear starry sky and the red clouds underneath it. I wonder if this is from when the false sky gets damaged/destroyed.

Second, it might be connected to Kal'tsit's BoC skin. There is a tower in the back and Originium crystals on the ground. In her lines, Kal'tsit mentions that humanity built an Ark, which might be the ship we see in the skies. She also specifies that she is standing where Leithanien used to be, which brings me to the third point...

Ines's outfit seems to be a mix between Leithanian and Kazdelian fashion. She wears a mask and her general look is quite noble, but her armor looks more Kazdelian and you can see the Kazdel insignia on her cloak and the goat's forehead guard.

Finally, I like how this skin shows her connection to Hoederer. You can see their first meeting on the left, and them hanging with W on the right. Hoederer himself is standing behind her, while in front Ines's clothes are burning, exposing that the inside of her white clothes (black and white is a pretty prominent motif for Leithanien) is red (a colour motif common with Sarkaz). The way the skirt is drawn, it also symbolically ties her, while the fire frees her.

#Arknights #Ines #Ines Arknights #Kal'tsit #Hoederer #she was so small in the past #looks like my 10-12 estimation still holds #her animations looked kinda stiff in the stream #but well #you could barely see her #maybe it's better in game #i kinda don't like that she switched to white threads #they aren't as noticeable as red #especially with the rest of her outfit also being white #but i find it really funny that she covers literally everything #(even her face!) #except for her navel #theories and headcanons

[fieriframes]

[What tender threads do life and death hang.]

#s05e01 what's for breakfast #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #tender threads #life #death

[blushdrunks]

closed starter for @starstared.

she hummed softly and sipped from her coffee cup. she made up the boys' cups, too, knowing they'd get up soon enough. ines had climbed out of bed as carefully as she could without waking both of her boyfriends up. she heard footsteps behind her and she smiled to herself as she leaned into the counter. "i was gonna order breakfast instead of making it so we can spend the morning in bed if you guys want?" she said and turned to face them with a sleepy smile.

#starstared #con: ines castro. #thread: ines & charlie & nate.

[thcophagy]

@fairyridden liked for a starter:

"i haven't spoken to you in five years." he tried not to sound as heartbroken as he was, like the ending of their friendship hadn't shattered him into a million pieces that he'd only recently managed to piece back together. the cracks were still there, glued together precariously enough that a touch too rough would bring his mosaic heart into fragments again. "what makes you think i want to talk now?"

#* . ⊹ louie adkins › threads #* . ⊹ closed › starters #* . ⊹ louie & ines › threads

[kc5rings]

*sighs as I add another idea to the wip pile*

#I have GOT to finish something soon it’s driving me up the wall #thankfully I finally got my adhd meds again so here’s hoping that helps #anyway Ines using her threads to lace someone into gear #or herself for some selfbondage #something with her threads and lacing

[esoerotica]

closed starter for: @lustly setting: delulu stalker and ines.

spying a glimpse of the brunette at the fancy house party, billie immediately broke away from the little circle they'd been drinking and dancing in. the only reason why ines would be at this party - could be at this party - was because she received billie's invitation. that had to be it. roaming the corridors, drink in hand, billie ventured deeper and deeper into the labyrinthian house with its endless rooms. "you came," they declared as they found themselves in the right place, finally - a bright but nervous smile splitting their sharp features. "i was worried you wouldn't. that it got los in the mail, or something." closing the door behind them, billie took a few tentative steps closer. "did you like the video i uploaded? when i saw you put up that picture in that dress i sent ... i couldn't resist."

#thread: billie ines 1

[catherinestuart]

the morroccan air felt nothing like the crisp country air of the highlands, but little elsie was strapped on her back with a tartan sling nonetheless. wholly different, yet the echoes remain. the clear stars, at least, were quite reminiscent of home. "oh ! princess ines—" truthfully, she expected nobody but guards to be out at this time of the night, and the surprise on her features stayed a little longer than it usually would. "i didn't realise that anyone will be out and about... lucky, really, i'm glad i could congratulate you in person." ( @inescroy )

#thread: with ines croy #ines: 01 #if her being outside at night doesn't work lmk!

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @ofcelestiials ( ines & tomas ! )

"Why the long face, hermano?" Nessa frowned at her brother, setting a cup of coffee in front of him as the giggles of their children playing together filled the background. "You want to talk about it, or shall I give you the latest 411 on how my idiot best friend has realised he's still in love with Seth, who's actually managing to keep a relationship for once in his life?"

#threads; ines salvador bishop. #thread; ines ft. tomas.

[mpxhathor]

walk-ins welcome! 🧠

open starter for anyone in need of some counseling~

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

Since moving to the island business had been building up at the clinic. I mean who would have thought that bunch of gods and their kids would be in such need of counseling? Even so, the clinic still had slow days in terms of appointments but, Hathor always made sure it was clear that her door was always open for walk-ins. Her office was warm and inviting, full of warm comforting shades of light brown, burnt orange, and coral.

Surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows with soft billowing curtains, sheer white. Centered along the back wall is a solid, modern birch desk with a plush, beige, high-back chair. A comfortable, burnt orange armchair in front of it, with a matching sofa along the right wall looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows. Both with soft, white, fleece blankets draped along the backs. A soft jazz tune floats from the record player nestled in along the birch floor-to-ceiling bookshelves behind her desk.

Hathor blends into her surroundings well, wearing soft pink and white, her now long blonde hair curled and pinned perfectly on the back of her head. Small pieces fall as she types up her notes from her morning sessions, clear frame glasses perched on her pointed nose. The goddess is snapped out of her concentration when her assistant knocks and opens her office door. She pulls her glasses off and looks up as they gesture a client into the room, Hathor smiles and thanks her as she gets up to meet the client at the door.

“Hello, welcome to Bodhisattva. I’m Hathor, and you are?”

#thread ;; walk-ins welcome! #mp; starter #[ help yourselves! ] #[ multiple replies are welcome! ] #[ gods knows that plenty of muses around here need some counseling lmao ]

[porcelcinarchived]

⊰   𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , eyes blinking in confusion with a heart only awaiting disappointment . she’d seen her so many times in her dreams, cried for her name only to be pulled back by the cruelty of reality . this time, it wouldn’t be different . she’d shout her name or stare long enough until the figure resembling her dear friend would vanish the same way she did back then . “ emilia .” her name escaped inés lips hesitantly, almost unwilling to be spoken aloud as if her mind refused to acknowledge her presence in fear of remembering her again . allowing grief to preserve . “ emilia , is that you ? ” she said again, one last time before she’d try to forget her again. 

𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 @monarhrh ( emilia )

#(( i've promised u this starter a week ago dsdsndsndsds )) #(( i love them sdjndds ofc ines being dramatic and thinking she'd died)) #thread 001 : emilia .

[allpromarlo]

nba got more drama than the housewives etc etc

#the wolves imploding one day before the play-ins was only the second most dramatic thing to happen in the last 3 days #bc why did i just read a whole thread by kyle kuzma about spencer dinwiddie being ass #and talking shit ig #real beef is back the league needed this #nba #washington wizards #kyle kuzma #get him again for me bbyg

[vampdyke69]

i love harvester so much and like it Is somewhat muddled i think naturally just bc of being passed off from one director to another , but it’s such an amazing piece of art all the same.

thinking about the art gallery scene and steve questioning if the blood splatter on the projection screen is art too. thinking about the labelling of the abstract sculptures as offensive as steve sinks further into this radicalized violence. thinking about the terror of the parents bdsm lol, and the shunning of the firemen. and thinking about that one tumblr post that was like. kink and modern art scare people in similar ways because they both break traditional approaches (to sex or art) that are so ingrained as to be seen as unnatural if not followed. thinking about the overarching religious themes, the simultaneous puritanism and obsession with sexuality. thinking about the meat. the MEAT.

#im high n theres too many things going on fr my brain to grab on to any ine thread but #big autistix special interest rn makes my brain go BRRRRRR

[fieriframes]

[We are connected by threads of darkness and threads of light.]

II - Rue Jacob

J'ai refusé d'avoir peur. Si les cartes de tarot pouvaient venir à moi, je pourrais aller vers elles. Alors, pour la première fois de ma vie, j'étais parti pour avoir une lecture de tarot.

En fait, je savais précisément où aller. J'étais passé devant la vitrine d’une voyante en rentrant du travail pendant plusieurs années, son insigne attirant mon attention à chaque fois. Une enseigne lumineuse au néon brûlant le nom Arcadia dans la nuit m’attirant à l'intérieur. Bien, je suppose que le moment était enfin venu.

Bientôt, je me suis retrouvé devant cette devanture familière de la Rue Jacob. Je n'avais aucune idée de comment ça fonctionnait. J'étais là pour prendre rendez-vous, mais elle m'a invité à l'intérieur et j'ai accepté, un peu nerveusement. Il n'y avait aucune raison d'être nerveux. Elle était chaleureuse et amicale, tout comme l'endroit. Derrière la façade commerciale se trouvait en fait un petit appartement, faiblement éclairé avec de vieilles lampes, de la moquette recouvrant des parquets grinçants, des papiers peints des années 70 sur tous les murs et des livres éparpillés partout. J'étais dans un autre monde, mais aussi à l'aise que chez moi.

On s'est assis à table et on a discuté un moment. Elle s'appelait Amélia. J'ai dit Amélia que c'était ma première lecture de tarot. Elle a répondu qu'elle était honorée et a demandé ce qui m'avait amené ici. Je ne savais pas comment expliquer. "Les cartes de tarot me traquent" n'était probablement pas la meilleure introduction (même si c'était vrai). Donc, j'ai répondu simplement qu'un mystère dominait ma vie, et je ne comprenais pas pourquoi ni comment avancer.

Je ne pense pas qu'elle m'ait trouvé suffisamment précis, mais néanmoins, elle m'a expliqué le processus. J'ai dû poser une question aux cartes. Concret, mais pas trop concret. Vague, mais pas trop vague. Ensuite, elle va diviser le jeu de cartes en trois et dévoiler les cartes en haut de chaque pile. Chacune de ces cartes va représenter, dans l'ordre : le passé, le présent et le futur. Une réponse en trois parties à ma question.

Le passé dicte le futur.

Je suis resté assis là en silence pendant bien trop longtemps, essayant de rassembler mes pensées, me demandant pourquoi j'étais même venu. Ce n'est pas que je n'avais pas de questions; j'en avais trop. En fin de compte, j'ai choisi, simplement, "Comment ce mystère m'a-t-il trouvé?" Une question à laquelle on pourrait répondre en trois parties : le passé (l'origine du mystère), le présent (pourquoi moi ?) et le futur (les prochaines étapes).

Alors, ça a commencé. Mélanger. Couper. Dévoiler. Et juste comme ça, trois cartes sur la table, me fixant.

L'Impératrice. Le Pape. Le Bateleur.

Les trois cartes arcanes majeures, à l’endroit. L'univers avait évidemment quelque chose d'important et de puissant à partager.

Le passé, les racines du mystère: l'Impératrice. Amélia m'a dit que cette carte est la figure maternelle du tarot. Le pouvoir féminin. L'Impératrice est la nature, autour de nous mais aussi en nous. La source inépuisable du pouvoir vivifiant. Je me demandais si ça signifiait que l'origine du mystère était féminine, spirituellement liée à la nature ou venait simplement d'un lieu d'amour.

Le présent. Moi et mon rôle: le Pape. C'est une carte très spirituelle. Il représente la sagesse conventionnelle et la spiritualité qu'il enseigne à travers le fonctionnement du moi intérieur ou de la psyché. Le Pape est aussi connu comme le lien entre l'humanité et la puissance supérieure. Ça ne pourrait certainement pas être moi.

Le futur. La route en face: le Bateleur. Le Bateleur (parfois appelé le magicien) montre qu'on doit utiliser notre intelligence et notre volonté pour faire bouger les choses. Le bateleur dit généralement qu'on a tous les outils et le pouvoir de manifester nos objectifs. Amélia m'a déclaré que le Bateleur dans certains jeux est représenté avec six doigts sur sa main gauche au lieu de cinq, ce qui peut être interprété comme un symbole de manipulation et de réorganisation de la réalité.

J'ai commencé à compter ses doigts sur la carte de tarot devant moi, et c'est là que j'ai réalisé. Tout comme ceux qui étaient mystérieusement apparus dans ma vie, m'ont traqué et m'ont amené ici; les cartes de tarot sur la table devant moi provenaient du jeu de Leonora Carrington.

#s23e04 from biscuits to brisket #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #i tego arcana dei #threads #darkness #light #terra incognita

[blushdrunks]

"there's a party tonight...steven spielberg's daughter mikaela is throwing it. are you coming with me? you have to come, i won't take no for an answer. i even got party favours," she murmured and pulled out a little baggie. it had a few pills and a couple of joints before stashing it back in her bag. "pleeeeeease, ken..." she pouted and wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck. / @dcgtown

#dcgtown #con: ines castro. #thread: ines & kennedy.

[esoerotica]

closed starter for: @lustly setting: girls just wanna have fun.

keys to her hostel room (a private one, she wasn't in college any more, after all) in hand, rae flipped through the brochure she had in hand detailing the little prize she had won. something about being the 1000th visitor to check in at the establishment. the voucher sat on the counter, forgotten for now as she looked at the offerings with raised eyebrows. the lobby was empty - it was the offseason, partly why rae had decided to travel there. she loved the adventure, not so much the crowds. biting down on a lip, playful eyes flickered up to the receptionist for a moment. "hey, didn't you say your shift was ending soon?" she flashed the brochure at the brunette, leaning in with a giggle - like she thought herself a shade too clever. "why don't you come be my tour guide instead? far better than some self-guided tour on the shitty city app." reading off the brochure, rae's voice lowered to a conspiratorial whisper, "tell me you've never wanted to ride pillion on a vespa? mayhaps a teal-coloured one?"

#thread: rae ines 1

[ccmpletemess]

closed starter for @ofcelestiials ( ines & vik ! )

"Your face is giving me I need to call Owen and tell him i'll be home late, and possibly drunk vibes. You wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours or you gonna continue to pout?" Nessie questioned, taking a bite of her food as she arched her eyebrows at her friend.

#threads; ines salvador bishop. #thread; nessa ft. vik.