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williammarksommer · 1 year
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Havasupai 
Arizona
All The Time In The World
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Ektar 100iso
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harvestheart · 11 months
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Beaver Falls
Havasu Creek, Supai, AZ
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fruzmig · 1 year
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i was commissioned by @molemanninethousand to draw the creatures that zigzag and yzma would've summoned in their films for his newest video yzma vs zigzag!
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roadsidepeek · 2 years
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A coke and a room. Oh and color TV! The Supai Motel was built in the early 50s and features a Coca Cola vending machine along with its iconic neon sign along Route 66. Seligman AZ #roadtrip roadsidepeek #supai #motel #route66 #seligman #arizona #arizonahighways #neonlights #neonsigns #gas_food_lodging #roadsideamerica #memorialdayweekend #wanderlust #ontheroad #openroad #somewheremagazine #cocacola #coke #vendingmachine #ipulledoverforthis #timeless #exploring_shotz #wow_america #signgeeks #picoftheday https://www.instagram.com/p/CeJb8CGO7fT/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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betweenapitchandacast · 5 months
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Discover 9 of Arizona's Most Epic Waterfalls
Discover the beauty of Arizona’s natural wonders through its stunning waterfalls. From the turquoise waters of Havasu Falls to the majestic Grand Falls, these breathtaking sights are a testament to the power and magnificence of nature. Whether you’re an adventurer or simply seeking inspiration, these nine waterfalls are a must-see for anyone who wants to experience the wonder of Arizona. Table…
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2t2r · 11 years
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La cascade Havasu, une chute d'eau de 30 mètres dans le Grand Canyon
Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/la-cascade-havasu-une-chute-deau-de-30-metres-dans-le-grand-canyon/
La cascade Havasu, une chute d'eau de 30 mètres dans le Grand Canyon
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intistone · 6 months
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Inktober stuff! :D
Ranging from a lot of fandom and original blorbos yep
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strawsojuberry · 30 days
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ueberdemnebelmeer · 2 years
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スパイの妻  / WIFE OF A SPY 2020 | dir. Kurosawa Kiyoshi
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sensazioneultra · 2 years
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I’ll confide in you that I’m not crazy at all. However... that’s the very fact that makes me the crazy one.
AOI YU as Fukuhara Satoko in スパイの妻 WIFE OF A SPY (2020) dir. Kurosawa Kiyoshi
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lookbluesoup · 1 year
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WIP Wednesday Thursday
No one tagged me! But I forgot yesterday was Wednesday and have been excited to be working on fic again SO I wanted to share an excerpt from one. TW for blood and peril ---
It’d happened too quickly. 
Anticipating Sin Eaters, when a creature in the brush shrieked a horrible, ear-splitting sound, he’d looked towards the noise. 
Not Sin Eater. 
The cloudkin spread the feathers of its breast and opened its second set of eyes, and he’d felt his body stiffen. Virulent magic wove into his aether, petrifying him in place. An easy mark.
Rails weren’t typically aggressive. But this was Supay. The bird who sang elegy. 
In a predatory lunge, its beak pierced his magical barrier and the weave of his coat like brittle paper. Sharp, hard, a kick to the gut. 
Then slick. Hot. 
He should have been dead. 
Some beast inside him, equally horrifying and roiling with instinctive rage, had refused. Nahte bled black aether and found strength enough to drive his lance into one of those accursed eyes. 
Supay hadn’t expected that. It gave him time to flee. 
But Nahte’s blood was thick and red again on the sunbleached grass. His legs could not sustain him. Panting. Dizzy. Altogether in too much shock to be afraid, he dragged himself to the cover of bracken, praying the bird did not track as well as it ambushed.
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lostpeace · 1 year
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Aries, Supay.
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aokuro-san · 7 months
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Anyway… Continuing with the experiment.
I'm pretty tired now, so I won't start talking like usual.
New history! This time I have opted for one that I wrote in October of last year for a Wattpad contest in which I didn't win, but I received quite a few good comments about it. More than horror, it is dark fantasy, and its protagonist (or antagonist, rather) are characters from inca mythology.
I hope you enjoy it as much as the previous one (as you can see I'm happy with little, haha)!
@iwanttofuckereh69 I already tagged you, don't worry 💛😅
Thank you for reading^^
PS: If you see any errors, as always! Don't be afraid to tell me (after all, I don't speak English)!
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They were there to investigate a sinkhole that had appeared near the mines, but that didn't stop the leader from preparing a small party. It was Halloween after all. He had organized it with one of the Asian guides, expecting some enthusiasm from the rest. However, when they returned, most of them gave exhausted smiles and dressed up more out of commitment. Although Dimara, no. As her best friend had warned them, she lived on celebrations. So it was no problem for her to put on the blood-colored dress that Victor had consciously given her and go out dancing.
"Asu mare!". The leader approached her as he took a step toward what looked like a makeshift dance floor. "You are just like Mina".
"Come on, don't talk to me about mines, Vicky!", she snorted as she grabbed his arm. "Let's better move our hips, huh? I like the music you've played".
It was just a random song on her phone, but Dimara always managed to make his feel like a genius. She was grateful that the Sernageomin and the company had recommended her for that job, even though the hole seemed to be a rather problematic case for everyone's safety.
According to her, that hole was abnormal.
"The first time it was thirty-three meters wide and about two hundred feet deep," she informed him a week before the party. "But in today's calculations the diameter has grown to almost four centimeters wide and we cannot find the bottom".
"I see it as normal," he had tried to reassure her. "We are surrounded by mining settlements, the sinkholes are growing".
"It's not that it's not normal," Dimara reflected, almost offended, "but the logical thing is that it wouldn't have changed so much. But it's not there! The fund has gone overnight! Isn't it amazing!?".
She didn't want to bring up the topic while they were both jumping to the rhythm of rock. She had made it clear. However, she had forgotten to ask the others about today's progress. So she gasped like a minnow, searching for the right words that wouldn't spoil the mood, until Dimara diverted his attention from his.
"Wow, who is that?"
There was a man dressed as Van Hellsing resting his ass on one of the tables.
"Does it sound familiar to you?", she insisted.
"No," answered the leader, before smiling. "I guess it's a good costume".
Dimara did not pay attention to him and said:
"He's looking at Ruth".
Her best friend was chatting with one of her fellow geologists, but the attention of the stranger made her lose concentration. He had the darkest eyes either of them had ever seen, and Dimara almost had the feeling that, more than flirting with her, what he intended was to eat her. However, that did not allow him not to let Ruth approach him with a shy smile and, later, she disappeared with him in the bathroom area, while she sent Dimara a look of pride. He thought that if he interfered, Ruth would not stop berating her, knowing that she didn't like arguing with her. Therefore, she ended up sighing simultaneously with the change of song and tried not to digress on how little she recognized that pale hunter.
Dimara didn't see her again until midnight, when she herself went to the toilets and Ruth's disfigured corpse appeared inside one of the individual tents. She gasped, screams of horror stuck in her throat. Her best friend was sitting on the portable toilet, without her nun outfit or her plump hips. In fact, her flesh and fat had disappeared from the thighs up and a kind of demonic, skinless cat was observing her, imposing, from inside her abdomen.
"Keep calm," the kitten meowed as he transformed into a tiny Inca with a dragon face, "or I'll have to shut you up."
As expected, this had the opposite effect on Dimara and the being was forced to modify itself faster than normal. She locked them both in the bathroom, attached to Ruth's body, and there animal metamorphosed into a broad man of medium height who silenced the geologist's screams with a suffocating hug.
"Stop it," he threatened harshly. "Do you understand, Diana Maria? Enough of nonsense. When I catch the pishtaco you can cry whatever you want. But until then I need a calm guide to help me detect it among so many false masks".
Her initial response was to cry, staring blankly at the zipper of the store. Afterwards, she sniffed while she tried not to vomit, and finally nodded; without really knowing why.
As she lifted her chin toward him, she thought she was being hypnotized by his glassy, piercing eyes. She didn't feel less than a rag doll.
"Now guide me," she ordered and ipso facto she left the bathrooms towards her ignorant colleagues, with the being's claws pressing on her shoulders. Would others see it? No one seemed to realize what was happening and he heard the creature's voice incessantly in his head, as if a swarm of flies had settled there inside.
"I'm sorry," she said. "It was my mission to ensure that he did not go out tonight. But that damn hole has given him the perfect opportunity to go out and do his thing for Kai Pacha".
"Why did he…?" Dimara asked him, practically gone. He couldn't find Van Hellsing.
"Who knows. Maybe eat? Maybe cover the scales of the Uku Pacha with your fat and thus earn our forgiveness? He has always been a peculiar guy".
Suddenly, someone whispered an apology to them. A man with a unique beard who brushed his cape with Dimara and made his hair stand on end. He didn't need to take a look at him eye sockets to know who it was, and he chased him through the crowd. Of course, the pishtaco quickly realized this and, almost knowing that his god was also tracking him, he pulled out a kind of knife from his sleeve and savagely cut the throats of several members of the team who were dancing around him. He continued to rip out their flaccid parts in record time; the rest panicked and hindered his captors' mission enough for he to flee down the valley, toward the place where he had come from.
"Run, Diana Maria!" the demon encouraged her as her leader begged her to return to the hill.
Dimara trotted across the broken earth, following the billowing cape the creature wore. How well he had done in not taking off his boots! She was grateful that she hadn't given in to his hedonism, for once, as she tried not to fall into some treacherous hole. Even though it wasn't easy for him to do it with a devil imprisoning his neck.
From one moment to the next, the sinkhole appeared in front of them and Dimara had to brake hard. The pishtaco had disappeared and he decided to look into the hole. Would he have returned to the world of the dead? He couldn't help but compare the darkness of that hole with the murderer's eyes and, almost instantly, he appeared solemnly on the other side of the gap, as if he had come from nowhere. Neither in his hands nor in his mouth was there a trace of what happened that evening. However, he pulled out the gun again; this time to threaten his own life.
Dimara's voice shook when he spoke.
"What have you done?", she asked. Nevertheless, the being didn't even glance at her. He spoke directly to the devil, who had already adopted the corporeal form of a red, hairy dragon that ran over the voluminous body of his guide.
"I still have fat, Supay," said the pishtaco. "We can treat as before".
"You know that evil must exist, but not be the only thing," said the evil one. "The scale always exceeds when you are around. Too many dead children in exchange for your little effort, too many crashed planes because of the fruitlessness of your methods. Recognize, at least, that you only bring misfortunes without teaching,” he laughed, bored. "And because? Because of your nature? Control is what defines the gods. Therefore, until you understand it, you must remain in me".
Then, Supay glided over the sinkhole and, transformed into a gigantic warrior with long fangs, caught the being with a bite and disappeared with him through the hole, without saying goodbye, or thank you, to a Dimara who was as stunned as she was silent. Afterwards, the geologist was finally on the verge of crying. But the sudden vision of Ruth's soul made her swallow every one of her tears. She was in the same place where pishtaco had just met her end, accompanied by the rest of the lost souls on Halloween. They smiled at him. And they didn't stop doing it even when Dimara saw them rushing towards the same place where his judge and her executioner had gone.
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neovallense · 9 months
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fitolop · 2 years
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#kirby monster in Quechua lands. For #kayfabetober . . . #day18 #inktober #inktober2022 #kayfabetober2022 @cartoonist.kayfabe @ed_piskor @jimruggart #supay #drawing #ink #inkdrawing #illustration #inkillustration #sketch #inksketch #sketchbook #moleskinesketchbook #art #lineart #copicmultiliner #copic #dessin #dibujo #character #characterart #characterdesign #fantasy #artistsoninstagram #inca #incacomic #quechuacomic https://www.instagram.com/p/Cj3PyWuK7rc/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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intistone · 9 months
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concept art of being possessed by a demon that cares about self-care and your wellbeing.
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