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¹PROFILE. ²PLAYLIST. ³WRITING. ⑊ this is a collection of themes, inspirations from an amalgamation of comic, movie & animated tv series combined with my own lore & media for emma grace frost of the marvel universe by jamie (a sideblog of multimuse hub unholywood, that follows from there).
YELLOWSTONE, 4.01 "Half the Money"
Celeste Ng, Little Fires Everywhere
HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS (2003) dir. Donald Petrie
Weiraen collection 02
▶ NOW PLAYING: KIM PETRAS - ICY. primary media inspirations are the cold visuals with glittering skin, more similar to how i'd imagine her diamond form looks as opposed to being one large humanoid organic diamond (in most comic references, she's seen as being somewhat see-through, this wouldn't necessarily work considering less than organic cosmetic augmentations).
SPLICED: IMAGE PANELS FROM ¹GIANT SIZE-MEN: JEAN GREY & EMMA FROST VOL. 1, ISSUE #1: DIALOGUE PANELS FROM ²IMMORTAL X-MEN VOL. 1, ISSUE #4.
¹Into the Storm, Released February 26, 2022. This issue is a direct homage to New X-Men #121. ²Part Four: Diamonds Are Forever, Released July 13, 2022.
Rankin: Gisele Bündchen 'Sparkly' (1998)
WITH SILENT REPREHENSION POSSESSING HER PINK TONGUE, SHE CORRECTED THE ERROR BORNE OF BOORISH PRESUMPTION: FOR SHE WAS ITS REGAL HEADMISTRESS, THE SOLE PROPRIETOR OF THIS LAVISH CARCASS WASTING AWAY ON THE SCINTILLATING HILLSIDE THE DECADENT DOCENT MEANT TO HERALD THEIR PITIABLE PARASITE THROUGH ITS OPULENT ENTRAILS. THE DOCTOR, THOUGH CEASELESSLY DOUR, EXCHANGED HIS IRASCIBLE GRIMACE FOR ONE OF MILD BEMUSEMENT; DRAWING BACK HIS BROAD SHOULDERS, HE SETTLED INTO HIS SEAT FOR THE FINAL TIME AGAINST THE SHRILL CHORUS OF AGED WOOD CREAKING BENEATH HIM. HIS MARKED SLUMP WAS NOT ONE OF FATIGUE BUT OF CONFOUNDMENT. "YOU'RE THE HEADMISTRESS." HE REPEATED ALOUD. GO FIGURE. "I SEE."
IT IS ONLY REASONABLE THAT I FILL IN, WITH MY CLUMSY BUT CAPABLE HANDS, THE BLANK SPACES THAT HIS ILLUSTRIOUS, PIGMENTED THOUGHTS FAILED TO SATURATE: THE MORE SHE SPOKE, THE LESS HE LISTENED. SO FLUMMOXED WAS HE, SO DERELICT IN HIS ANTICIPATION HOW COULD HE NOT HAVE KNOWN? MEDICINE, SOMETHING ABOUT AN OLIVE BRANCH AND THE ACT OF COVETING RELATIONSHIPS. HE WASN'T SURE. SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, THIS HE KNEW. BUT THE REVELATION IRKED HIM. WHY HADN'T HE BEEN TOLD? IT WAS THE SILENCE THAT SEIZED HIM. LIKE SILVER RAIN CLOUDS, HIS THOUGHTS GENTLY DISSIPATED. HE RETURNED TO THE PRESENT TO FIND HER SAPPHIRE EYES WIDE IN WAIT, SILENTLY LINGERING OVER HIS INEXORABLE DARK WITH THE FRAGILITY OF WINTER'S FIRST FROST. EMBRON DREW BREATH THROUGH THE SLIVER THAT WAS HIS UNRELENTING FROWN. "I DON'T TYPICALLY LIKE TO PURSUE ARRANGEMENTS REGARDING PHARMACEUTICALS," HE BEGAN SUDDENLY, EYES ROAMING THE WOOD BETWEEN THE PLACARDS AND CERTIFICATES LAUDING THE WALL BEHIND HER LIKE A MAZE (FOR TO CONNECT THEIR GAZES WAS UNTHINKABLE). A SLEW OF THOUGHTS INTERVENING HIS LACONIC EXPLANATION, HE DID WHAT HE COULD TO BALANCE MENIAL CONVERSATION WHILST EXTRAPOLATING LIFE FROM THE MISCELLANY THAT OCCUPIED HER OFFICE; HISTORY FROM PICTURES, SOUL FROM CERTIFICATES, DREAMS FROM KITSCHY SUNDRIES. "ESPECIALLY GIVEN THE ILL-RECEPTION THEY OFTEN RECEIVE. TESTING, TOO, IS A PAIN. THE PROCESS REQUIRES MUCH WHILE YIELDING LITTLE MORE THAN A MIGRAINE. AND WHEN YOU CONSIDER THE NATURE OF YOUR INSTITUTION, ANOTHER CONTROVERSY AWAITS."
another breath, another gesture of unspeakable ennui. the doctor's black fingers so opposite to her white, it was almost heresy drummed incessantly against the armrest. what time was it? "i'd have to be convinced, frankly."
beguiled by the visual contrast of the pair; an unfathomable expression is waiting as his thoughts are nothing but sonorous in the relative quiet, succinct bridges of dialogue he offers in his reeling ego. " it's quarter to three. ” full in the mouth of a smile. how long would he nurse his need of omniscience? whites of her eyes like a knife edge, a dissecting definition
the astral self: it enters like a dream, fulgurated as the forgotten moment of succumbing sleep. it eludes you, surely? or, are you dreaming? leaning close, labrose lips commingle a warmth, inches from his ear. " g̷̣̈ḙ̶̀t̶̽͜ out of your head. or i'll join you, ” echoes of jovial effervescence; the breath of her words were warm, a psychedelic occlusion of pervading senses [..] the feverish realism of what is not (tantalized on the what could be). ‟ l̷̟͆i̴̱͌ş̵́t̵̟̀e̴̙͗n̵͓̔ to me. ” how much is a request from a telepath set in free will?
the culpable flesh of her sits in silence, somewhat kindling amusement at no movements made, still mouth & the psyche enraptured his own. in truth, she often spends a great deal of energy decidedly ignoring the monotonous self-involved drivel of others while comparatively unspooling in his petulance. her cyaneous gaze is intently burdening on him. when you push to change the world, it pushes back.
‟ do you think i'd invite you here if i hadn't thought about that? as i see it, it will be a mutual relationship. there are a lot of mutants looking for answers & insight that could benefit you, too. what is it you need convincing of, exactly? there's decades of classified government projects that have sought to use mutagenics, taking many of us against our will, torturing & splicing us beyond recognition or sanity. all of which we have records of. ” the blase tongue is a clearly ire-bidden in the matter of fact, one hand now extending pointedly into the tempered glass topper of the mahogany desk.
‟ we want to offer a lucrative relationship to you on a platter & you need convincing? frankly, the only migraine being yielded will be mine. ” the question is pooling incredulous as the expression errs rancourous, high brows tight & sharp. ‟ i'm disappointed, ” the statement of her pert tongue is flat & decided.
Morning
ALLOW ME TO ASSERT MY RECOLLECTION OF THESE FATEFUL EVENTS AS THEY TRANSPIRED, CAREFULLY UNFURLING BEFORE HIM LIKE THE PUERILE, WET WINGS OF A VERNAL LEPIDOPTERA: THERE WAS A SOUND FROM ABOVE. TO THE UNWISE EAR, A BANAL CLATTERING OF STEPS OVER TIRED WOOD! BUT TO THE LEARNED SOPHISTICATE, A PURVEYOR OF RARE AND FINE THINGS, THE TWINKLING OF BELLS UPON A HIEMAL ZEPHYR (OR MAELSTROM IN DISGUISE). IT STARTLED HIM. FOR SUCH AN IMPRESSIVE ESTATE ITS SPRAWLING ANATOMY LAID BARE, THE VIVISECTION AS DISCERNED BY HIS CLEVER MIND PROJECTED WITHIN CONSCIOUSNESS THE GROUNDS WERE UNUSUALLY AND DISPROPORTIONATELY VACANT; HE'D ANTICIPATED A HEALTHY POPULOUS OF HAUGHTY STUDENTS AMBLING ABOUT ITS TANGLED SYSTEM OF NERVES, LOUNGING IN THE POCKETS BETWEEN MAUVE ORGANS AND IVORY BONES, VANDALIZING THE STALE AIR AND PRISTINE QUIETUDE WITH EXCLAMATIONS OF YOUTHFUL ALACRITY! BUT NO SUCH THING EXISTED HERE, NOT NOW. IT WAS ONLY HE AND THE FURTIVE CREPITATIONS OF THE RESTLESS FIRE, QUIETLY GNAWING ON LOGS OF WOOD WHILE HE GNAWED ON A FESTERING CONTEMPT. HAD FATE NOT STUCK ITS FAT FINGER WITHIN THE WHEEL OF TIME, HE WOULD HAVE DEPARTED WITH HIS ENMITY BEFORE THE ARRIVAL OF HIS PRECIPITOUS HOSTESS, NEVER HAVING WITNESSED TRUE MAJESTY AS A RESULT OF AN UNBRIDLED IMPATIENCE.
THE CRESCENT OF HER PALE INSTEP, A TAN, PEEPING LEG, A SLENDER WAIST WANING ABOVE WHITE HIPS BUT BELOW AN AMPLE, LACE-DRAWN BUST BURSTING WITH FRILLS AND TITILLATING SUGGESTION; HER WHITE SKIRT FELL LIKE GREAT WINGS AT HER RADIANT SIDE; A BRONZE FACE BEJEWELED, HER SAPPHIRE EYES GLITTERED OVER HER PINK SUNSET SMILE, WHITE-BLONDE WISPS KISSING THE ROSETTE PEAKS OF HER DIMPLED CHEEKS THIS WAS THE ORDER IN WHICH HE ESPIED MAGNIFICENCE, HELPLESS BEFORE IT; UNABLE TO LOOK AWAY. HIS EYES, OR HIS STRANGE ICE, SETTLED ON HER WHITENESS WITH A VAGUE TWINKLE FROM BEHIND THEIR DUAL ABYSSES. ALTHOUGH UNMOVING, PLAGUED AS HE WAS BY A HABITUAL STOICISM, HIS GRIMACE SOFTENED INSTEAD TO A MILD AMBIVALENCE (THE MIND FROZEN OVER). "NOT AT FIRST GLANCE," HE REMARKED, ADJUSTING THE TWEED OVERCOAT THAT DRAPED HIS FOREARM LIKE A CORPSE; STRAIGHTENING HIS ATLESIAN SPINE! "YOU MUST BE MY CHARITABLE RECEIVER." LOW AND BRUSQUE, DRIPPING WITH SARDONIC IMPLICATION AS IT ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE VACANT FOYER. JOIN ME IN MY OFFICE, SAID THE ANGEL.
the mind commands and the body obeys. the carcass heeded the implicit gesture of its mistress and willfully opened one of its intestinal valves with an agreeable 'clang.' they moved quickly within its well-furnished entrails: she stepping confidently ahead, he trailing behind like her obedient, gloomy shadow. embron made no qualms with the universal quietude of this place and was relieved to know that her office, too, had been serenely suffused for he was accustomed to and preferred silence. he comfortably took his seat in the armchair that had been seemingly posed before her tremendous desk made of venerable mahogany like the rest of the institution. the stiff velvet relented beneath him. the chair itself seemed remarkably small in comparison to his dark enormity. setting his effects by his feet, he uttered, "summer break, i'd assume? or are the students here just exceptionally well-behaved? i wasn't expecting an empty, peaceful building when i was invited by your headmaster." but he hadn't exactly expected her, either.
while his arm still lingered below, his head gently lifted, his chin slowly canting upward, an argent sleet and an azure wintertide colliding! "speaking of whom... will the professor not be joining us?"
supreme of seraphic eroticism, to cleave the psyche & divide the will of shallow men. his mind was a hanging jaw, religion to acquiesce. at first, she does not seat herself; leaning back against the desk, palms folded to the knuckle at the edge of it & perching to survey him. glazed at the mouth, cupids bow softens briefly in the purse of an invasive countenance & the aphelion of him to her permeation.
“ our students are exceptionally well-behaved, yes, but education is flexible, it certainly doesn't need to be structured lectures & monotonous schedules, especially with the parameters of what we seek to educate them on. classroom teaching isn't ideal for most, ” in the perched, half-stance, thighs cross each other in the shift of weight & the satin realigns as if enraptured to tempered glass.
“ i'm the headmistress. frankly, what i have to discuss with you is more to do specifically with mutants like me than professor xavier. ” adroit fingers sweep the cutlass of her jaw in the gather of stray skeins of platinum [..] maw buffering. “ i'm not disappointing you, ” the inflection is absent; it does not end with an inconclusive question but a statement. the blue of her eyes could divide him. a forthright, austere woman; the discernible tones of a west london accent envelop the sweeping laceration of her words & the lure of her image covets the pinched ego.
“ let's move on to discuss why you were invited here. ” the scent of her is indiscernible but expensive; a rich & lingering full-body as if to swill his mouth with nostalgia as wine. standing, sylphlike hands clasp at the front of her as she sidles hips attending behind her desk. with blossoming palms & a softening expression aside the uptake of her throne-like retirement [..] forearms neatly conform the rests in an open dialogue of body language.
“ i have an interest, as does much of the world, about what we can offer to the world of medicine; it was, in decades past, a forced offer. this one is what i hope to be a partnership. an olive branch that i feel would ease some of the tensions that still encroach on our assimilation into society. you're exceptional at what you do. as am i. i feel we could covet a great working relationship. ” sincerity pervades her tone, a cloying (artificial) imbue in the words of the watchful & expectant.
SYDNEY SWEENEY. Academy Awards - After-Party.
Maison Martin Margiela: Glass Shoes (2009) Limited to Only 50 Pairs
Una Jena in Cassaforte (1968), dir. Cesare Canevari
