Claire Keane
Love Begins
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Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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ojovivo
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
Mike Driver
Acquired Stardust
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Keni
YOU ARE THE REASON
Game of Thrones Daily
art blog(derogatory)
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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@icefelled
i don’t have the motivation to create another graphic right now, so consider this a little temporary promo !
i’m uni / bandit ( she/they, 20+ ) and this is an indie, selective multimuse that spans across fandoms like fallout, dbd, infamous, marvel, and more ! both canon and oc characters are present. feel free to follow / like / reblog and i’ll check you out!! and if you spread this around i’d be super grateful mwah mwah !!
i don’t have the motivation to create another graphic right now, so consider this a little temporary promo !
i’m uni / bandit ( she/they, 20+ ) and this is an indie, selective multimuse that spans across fandoms like fallout, dbd, infamous, marvel, and more ! both canon and oc characters are present. feel free to follow / like / reblog and i’ll check you out!! and if you spread this around i’d be super grateful mwah mwah !!
formidablekind·.
“ I think that makes you a hooker. ”
@icefelled·
“not a very good one if i'm just standing around. was that supposed to be an insult? “
formidablekind·.
“ Do we? Since I just see you standing ‘round lookin’ pretty. ”
@icefelled·
“ maybe that’s just my job. lookin’ pretty in all the wrong parts of town. “
It’s a jungle out there. BUT YOU ARE AN ANIMAL.
ind. original characters. penned by bandit. promo by @frtntez.
riftdrifting·.
he’s weighing their options before she answers , but he’s content with either choice ( and would’ve taken the other , too , if she had wanted ). nico feels lazy just thinking about the walk they’d have to take to the mall for a slice of pizza , but that energy springs back into him at the final agreement. “ smoothie it is– and yah , of course , ” the wave of his hands in a sporadic sort of excited gesture , “ i think i might try one , too. smoothies first , though. ” a hand is held out for her to take and follow alongside him.
hands clap together, a bubbling of giggles pouring out from her throat, seeping with genuine euphoria. a loose hair tucked behind ear, and she watches his extended hand for a moment. a small bloom of warmth in cheeks, the implied gesture being all too new for her. eventually, a small apology is squeaked out once she realizes she’s been staring, and she daintily places her hand in his to be led away. “ what kinds of smoothies do they have? i hope there is watermelon. “
riftdrifting·.
continued. || @icefelled
“ oh - so you’re vegetarian. okay , ” nico gives a nod. it’s a hotter day today so there’s the absence of layering , mask attached to a makeshift strap and tied around waist. he thinks he looks pretty handsome in this cool hawaiian style shirt , given the fact it looks like some old guy tourist would wear it. but … isn’t a tourist basically what he is ? “ no problemo at all , they have veggie burgers , too. or do you like pizza better ? or maybe just a smoothie ? ”
“ oh! i would very much like a smoothie. i like those a lot. “ excitable suddenly, a little wiggle to her posture. her little dress sways with the motions, spinning around her figure like a playful breeze. gaze flickers from mask to face, back and forth again. it’s so strange without - always drawing her to speak to it rather than him. “ but i have never tried a ‘ veggie burger ‘. could i ... try one? “
scaeld·.
he isn’t in terra anguis anymore . by now , he should have learned that amelia is not a creature that can be seen by beings other than dragons , she’s too small to fight && would not survive if someone were to take her . there are many risks involving baby dragons — aaron knows this . but , he STUPIDLY thinks that he can give her some freedom , even in the dead of night .
despite his own panic , he has to refrain from scaring amelia , she doesn’t understand what’s happening . aaron takes in a deep breath as he traces his fingers along her scales . ❝ i was just trying to give her some fresh air . i didn’t think people still came around these parts … she’s only a few months old . ❞
flex of shoulders inward, as if to curl in on herself. an empathetic soul, she has always been particularly gifted with reading the energy around her. aware of when her presence is unwanted, aware of the muted distress layered under a guise of calm. the latter a necessity in her path, entangled in a perceived future in care.
“ oh, uhm - “ tone hushed, a whisper to be held between them like a secret. “ no one really does. that is why i - “ vague gesturing to the books folded in lap, to those sat upon a throne of a disheveled coat and bag. “ i was just studying. i - i can leave if ... “ leather bound text held to chest, tightly now, a barrier of protection that cages in the blooming anxiety. “ i will not tell anyone. i am sorry. “
arkangelofwar·.
A small smile forms under the helmet at her words, glancing at her for a moment before looking ahead again.
“You really think so?”
Malachi ask softly, gentle curiosity as refrains from playing a prank on the poor woman. Resisting the urge to place a spider upon her shoulder, to see if she really meant her words. But with how anxious she seems already, he’ll show her some mercy. He’s rather not spook her and cause her to get even more lost.
“Where did you say your home was again?”
an affirming nod, so certain in her statement. she recalls the concept that many fear the arachnids, but she finds them cute, in their own way. not in the same tender, plush way a rabbit is - but in their own, dancing upon their own intricate crystalline creations, so tiny and graceful.
“ uhm... near a store. this is a very new area for me, i still do not know the names of places. i do not go out much. “ pointless information, the girl rather well aware that many stores exist in many places. but her head spins and all of the english signs seem to mend together into one garbled disaster and one wrong turn takes her farther from her home, the school, anything familiar. like a stray cat, wandering aimlessly. “ i can usually walk there from my school. it takes a long time, but it is a very easy walk. “
formidablekind·.
@icefelled liked for a one liner
“ Why do you keep coming around? You tracking me or somethin’? ”
“ let’s not flatter ourselves, darling. we all have the same haunts. “
hitline·.
wide-eyes sent to a glance back in the direction he’s just come from. the knitting of brows , the quiet smack of lips against one another. shoulders rise and fall in a shrug , “ the one by the fridge. ”
there’s a huff. so quiet and short, but so loud in the deadening silence of the room. gaze drifts back to novel held open, but she’s not reading anymore. “ was it the red and white one i love? “
hitline·.
unexpected that she steps closer , but his eyes are already darting from her face to the box of candies being held. one blink - two blinks , bottom lip being partially pulled between teeth in thought. he’s looked at the candy too long - a mental reminder to look back up. another blink.
but he’s reaching before he can stop himself - that is , until his hand is drawn to a halt and instead flipped to display palm up. the subtle wiggle of excited fingers for anything sweet to munch on. silent.
sudden spur of excitement, as if erasing all existing evidence that there’d been any trepidation at all. package is tilted, carefully shaken to loosen up and spill out a number of candies into open palm for him. she enjoys sharing - has no problem offering what little she has with the promise of potential companionship.
“ the yellow ones are my favorite. they are kind of sour. but very sweet still! “
hitline·.
@icefelled
he seems rather ashamed of himself. fingers twiddle together , idly picking at the bandaging surrounding each knuckle. “ i broke a vase– ”
cock of head, singular brow following suit. a scrutinizing look, as if picking apart every aspect of his posture and carriage to assess the severity of misdeeds. “ which one? “
hitline·.
penny. || @icefelled
he doesn’t mean to terrify ; not this time , at least. jacket’s only in awe at the size of this small girl and the skip in her step. never in his life has he met someone that just emits the aura of positivity ; but he quickly learns that when she turns to see him standing there - that fear strikes. as usual , of course , as it does everyone else - minus the approach of one man who , more often than not , is brandishing some type of weapon.
and he’s sure that if she really is afraid , she’ll run into the hotel not nearly two hundred feet from them for safety. jacket won’t follow , nor will he pursue her - however , if she were to approach him first , he’d feel obligated to respond past a deadpan stare. if his body allows him to , that is. his conscience is already beginning to wrack his brain. jacket raises a bandaged hand to give the slight wave of his fingers in return ; unmoving other than the subtle action itself.
the tension lasts a minute, maybe less. piercing reaction born more of shock than anything else before it subsides, allowing for shoulders to slump back into a relaxed form. idly, the candy in her mouth is chewed again, right cheek protruding slightly with the presence of it. a negligible existence, one that can be glazed over without issue - she is not anyone of any importance, not that she could surmise in surface thoughts.
penelope rolls onto heels, an aimless motion to quell restlessness, a nervous tick to sate the bristling anxiety of flooding ideas that she may have done something wrong. unreasonable, certainly, and to feed into the proof of it she takes a short side - step closer, extending and arm with the small cardboard package of candies towards him. “ would you like one? “
ofromulus·.
Had the inhuman been paying attention, she’d only find herself further enraptured by the movements of Winter. Pan could move near silently herself, stalking, waiting – just as dangerous if not more so than an apex predator. This was her element, as much as it plagued her life some days.
This wasn’t a time to lose focus or reminisce. That was for when she was glancing at her reflection at the bottom of a glass.
Gun at the ready, she supports the bottom of the pistol with a closed fist - leaning, elbow on the handle - slowly creaking it downward before she bursts through with a snarl.
Winter could dance - to Pan, this was her own. Steps, then movements, timed to a silent song.
One step - an elbow thrown, catching an orbital and crushing it. Two step - a shot rings out, and a pistol is thrown into a jugular for tally number two. Three steps – one target left, meeting their mark with a knife to her ribs and another shot to her left leg before they’re the last to fall.
Catching her breath, Pan taps the floor twice with her foot - a raspy call following. “All clear, ‘m sure.” She says, kneeling for her pistol she’d previously tossed, ignoring the blade in her chest.
all clear. so could be the assumption, but winter is practiced in the art of the hunt: to lay in wait for prey to stumble towards their haven. it’s a beat, maybe two, after pan signifies safety that it’s torn from her throat and spit out at her feet like a mockery. the insult comes in the form of inbound footfalls from above. she counts six.
it’s all in the momentum - petite figure displaying physically untold strength with a leap, a lift, hands curved around balcony’s rails to focus the power into swinging her body with a gymnast’s finesse and form. the momentum - it’s all she needs to bring herself up and over, finding her landing on the shoulders of another man clad in all black, thighs balancing her with an iron hold. both hands finding hips, before whipping forward to bury a thrown blade in the spinal column of the two ahead.
a breath, muscles tighten, and she cocks her hips to incite the sounds of snapping between her legs. the man falls, and she uses him as cushioning for her own landing. one of the prone forms is still writhing, uselessly attempting to pull himself along to cover. she follows, eyes drawn to the other woman and her injuries.
“ you’re improvising poorly. if you’re going to storm in with a pistol, use it like a gun. not a knife. “ there’s a manner of haughtiness to her speech, a drowned melody that has become laced in misery. she’s not humble, not trained in modesty - she’s trained in survival, and prepared to call foolishness when she sees it. heel splits into temple of downed thug, gaze unbroken.
" you ever had a burger ? "
a slow blink, too wide are those doe - eyes that follow him with such demure curiosity. her neck cranes near painfully to observe him proper, accommodating the gap of height between them at such a negligible distance. stare is broken, if only to allow for her to rub thoroughly at the blooming ache in the muscles there.
“ oh, uhm. no - “ there’s something particularly bashful about the confession, as if something of humiliation exists beneath her words, eating away until it pries its way out. “ meat makes me ... unwell. i get very sick when i try to eat it. so ... i am a vegetarian. and we did not have, uhm. alternatives in my home. “
❥ 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 .
a list of my favorite one - liners from the website pinterest . feel free to customize as you wish !
‵ perhaps i’ll write a book of great shit i’ve done nobody’s ever noticed. ′ ‵ as god as my witness, i will never be a victim again. ′ ‵ i’m becoming less interesting. the world is noticing and so are you. ′ ‵ you are such a soft and messy thing. nobody knows how to take care of you. ′ ‵ with each passing day i can feel my potential melting away into nothing. ′ ‵ everyone thinks i’ve gotten better. i haven’t. i’ve just gotten better at hiding it. ′ ‵ i haven’t felt real in a long time. ′ ‵ i told my therapist about you. ′ ‵ and i’m plagued by childhood traumas. ′ ‵ you don’t need a reason to save people. ′ ‵ and here you are living despite it all. ′ ‵ i can do this . and even if i can’t , i have to. ′ ‵ i’m afraid of what i’ve become. ′ ‵ i’ll do this my way. ′ ‵ you’ll be just like your father. ′ ‵ i wanted to write down exactly what i felt but somehow the paper stayed empty. i could not have described it any better. ′ ‵ sometimes i have a way with words — sometimes words have their way with me. ′ ‵ some days, i feel everything at once. other days, i feel nothing at all. i don’t know what’s worse; drowning beneath waves or dying from the thirst. ′ ‵ don’t promise to live forever, promise to forever live while you’re alive. ′ ‵ you wear the kind of smile that would be cruel not to kiss. ′ ‵ in your hesitation i found my answer. ′ ‵ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ′ ‵ flowers will grow from by bones. ′ ‵ if i can still breathe, i’m fine. ′ ‵ you already know how this will end. ′ ‵ who am i? ′ ‵ i fought the war but the war won. ′ ‵ we’ll never be those kids again. ′ ‵ they made you into a weapon and told you to find peace. ′ ‵ they know you walk like a god — they can’t believe i made you weak. ′ ‵ a scar means i survived. ′ ‵ i was not made to be subtle. ′ ‵ my purpose is greater than my pain. ′ ‵ you will not choke the divine from me. i am my own god and martyr. ′
