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styleofdiamandis · 6 months

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MUSIC VIDEO: BLUE

Directed by Charlotte Rutherford, the music video for Marina's track, "Blue," unfolds within the nostalgic landscape of Dreamland, the UK's oldest amusement park. Beyond its melodic allure, the video presents a curated visual experience, showcasing Marina's distinctive fashion choices against the backdrop of an iconic location.

For the opening sequence of the music video, the songstress graced the screen in an exquisite ensemble that set the tone for the entire visual experience.

Marina effortlessly blended sophistication with a touch of whimsy as she adorned Australian brand The Fifth Label's Just For Now white wrap dress, featuring a tasteful tie waist that added an elegant dimension to her look.

Adding a bold and avant-garde touch to her ensemble, Marina accessorized with the Kitti clear acetate cat-eye sunglasses from another Aussie label, Quay.

Elevating her ensemble to unparalleled heights of sophistication, Marina added the final brushstroke to her look with the Carlita vintage metallic silver leather pumps from Liudmila's Fall/Winter 2015 "Peranatoriana" collection.

Buckle up as we accompany M on a thrilling ride through Dreamland, where her fashion journey takes a dazzling turn. In a spectacular display of glitz and glamour, Marina emerges on the scene donning a silver sequined jumpsuit crafted by the emerging designer label, Isolated Heroes.

The sleeveless design allows Marina the freedom to move with unrestrained confidence, capturing the essence of the music video's energetic rhythm. The silver sequins catch the vibrant lights of the amusement park, creating a mesmerizing play of reflections that mirrors the joy and exuberance of the surroundings.

In the mystical realm of Dreamland, Marina transforms into a fortune teller, and her ethereal look is accentuated by the exquisite jewelry designs from Pandora, the esteemed sponsor of the video. Pandora's creations, known for their timeless elegance, adorn Marina's hands and wrists with a curated selection of bracelets and rings, each piece telling a story of its own.

Among the dazzling array of jewelry, Ma chose to grace her fingers with the Majestic Feathers bypass ring, a design that adds a touch of enchantment to the fortune teller aesthetic.

As the crescendo of "Blue" builds to its peak, the Welsh-Greek singer takes center stage in a high-energy dancing sequence, adorned in a show-stopping custom creation by emerging designer Paula Knorr. The sleeveless jumpsuit, crafted from red and purple lamé, becomes a visual symphony of movement and color, amplifying the dynamism of the music and Marina's electrifying performance.

This bespoke piece is a testament to Paula's innovative design sensibilities, drawing inspiration from her MA graduate collection to create a garment that seamlessly fuses boldness and grace.

#June 2015 #The Fifth Label #Dresses #Isolated Heroes #Jumpsuits #Paula Knorr #Tops #Pants #Quay #Eyewear #Pandora #Jewelry #Liudmila #Pumps

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mymindisnotcommercial · 1 year

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ISOLATED HERO

#photography #davide #portrait #self portrait #isolated heroes #raf simons

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nelkcats · 10 months

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Monster (or not?)

It was a normal day for the Justice League, nothing special had happened, but Batman seemed to have a bad feeling. So when the alarm went off, he was prepared for almost anything.

Unfortunately, not much can prepare you for a 10-foot ice-covered, invincible Eldritch in the middle of Gotham. As much as the League tried, they didn't seem to do any damage to it (Jason was the first to notice that the creature wasn't attacking, just defending itself; he frowned at the observation).

From there, many strange things began to happen. First: A group of people dressed in white (which, frankly, they had never seen before in their lives) fanned out around the League, giving them weapons capable of harming the "creature" and pointing out to them that it was a "ghost", giving information about it.

Second, a pair of colorful scientists stood at the center of all the agents in white, though they seemed to be arguing with each other. One looked murderous, while the other looked... tired, almost guilty.

Third and last, a group of students kept trying to get closer. Jason thought they were suicidal until he heard the girl in purple tell them to leave "Danny" alone. She seemed to be silenced quickly, but the detail stuck in his head.

With a bad feeling, Jason turned to the college kids. A red-haired girl stood in the center of them, holding a chunk of ice? and watching the creature at the center of it all. While the League dealt with the agents in white, Jason decided to listen to them.

"He's my brother," the redhead said as soon as she saw him, "he's not a monster, they broke his core, please, you need to understand"

Jason looked at the creature again, although its body was mostly black, he could see ice covering a crystal in the center, it looked broken, he suspected that was his "core". At the same moment, Bruce finished talking to the men in white and accepted the weapons.

Danny was frightened and panicked. His form changed when his core broke in the middle of a fight, the GIW had shot him, and he didn't know how to retreat to his original form. His words came out only in Ghost speak, and the heroes around him looked ready to kill him, which didn't help his ice control.

#dpxdc #Basically the GIW broke Danny's core #and that thrilled his ghost side #which transformed into an Eldritch as a defense mechanism #Jack feels guilty #Phantom is a ghost yes but he helped them a lot of times #it doesn't feel correct to hunt him #Jason released the situation was not what it seemed at first #dp x dc #dc x dp #Martian manhunter is confused #he feels the creature in panic #but Danny's toughs are on ghost speak too #The GIW is a secret goverment organization #they usually avoid the heroes #because they know the heroes could stop their operations #Amity is isolated from the rest of the world #so the heroes doesn't know what happens there #Sadly Danny's battle happened in Gotham #he was chasing Skulker who found another “halfa”#he defeated Skulker but his parents grabbed him off guard #Skulker was chasing Jason signal btw #His friends and sister found the piece of his core and released what happened #eldritch danny

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cluelesshero · 7 months

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#445 Not So Brave

Ahh, I love spooky game season

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#Clueless Hero #webcomic #gaming #video games #horror #survival horror #spooky season #scary movies #halloween #silent hill #alien isolation #the evil within #playable teaser #fatal frame

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championsandheroes · 6 months

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Astarion's first romance scene had me gigglesnorting the moment it started. The setting, the lighting, the pale shirtless vampire. Larian didn't have to lean so hard on the Twilight aesthetic but it went really well with the corny lines.

Patreon and society6 offer guides for adventurers who are heading into the dark forest for a vampire tryst. Never get lost in the woods again!

#champions and heroes #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #tav #now who is the bigger fool?#the human who heads out into the dark to meet a vampire at an isolated place all alone?#or the vampire who chooses to meet with a paladin in a place surrounded by stakes of all sizes?#the tadpoles trapped in their heads can't decide

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rooolt · 11 months

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I just can’t stop thinking about hero intentionally isolating herself from norm because she doesn’t want him to get hurt if something happens to her, but norm being a very lonely kid and needing more than anything to have someone like his sister on his side

#Like that must fuck you up #To not know why your sister seemingly hates you #It’s probably why he’s always talked bad about her #Bc they never bonded in the way siblings should #Bc hero intentionally isolated herself #THEYRE NOTHING LIKE LARK AND SPARROW’S FREAKY CODEPENDENCY THEYRE WORSE #sorry guys I have a lot of siblings feelings #dndads #dungeons and daddies

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fantastic-nonsense · 4 months

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the last back-to-back Disney movies that felt like they had the golden trio of a) a well-paced story with good writing, b) interesting, complex characters, and c) genuine heart and soul were Princess and the Frog and Tangled and I don't think it's a coincidence that they're the last true fairy tale retellings Disney has produced

#Big Hero 6 I think also fulfills the golden trio of requirements; but it's isolated in that neither movie on either side of it fits #it's an outlier and anomaly in the 2010s Disney movie entry list unfortunately #disney #princess and the frog #tangled

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armed-with-a-waffle-iron · 5 months

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Character Development: Steph Brown didn't just learn to serve Batman's mission, she began her own🥰

Detective Comics #796, Batman and the Outsiders (2007) #13 and Batgirl (2009) #5

Steph at age 16, 18 and 19.

#steph brown; my hero #batstans & fanon-heads STOP MAKING HER BORING #she's SO angry but scrappy; she's insecure but extremely savvy; she's self-isolating but crazy dedicated to helping others #stephanie brown #batgirl #the spoiler #robin #batman #batman and robin #batfam #bat family #comics #dc comics #batgirl 2009 #outsiders #detective comics

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epiclamer · 1 year

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a hero who is incredibly affectionate with villain after being isolated for a long time? and yes i mean affectionate an uh... that way. bonus points if villain rescued hero and/or is staying with them.

heheheeeee

Personal Affection

The villain dreadfully wished they could pull their hands to their face, just some sort of barrier between their blush and the hero’s keen eyes. Yet, the hero seemed to have other plans, as they held on tightly.

“You seem awfully… intrigued, hm?” The crime-stopper mumbled, waist straddled against the villain’s as they spoke.

All in all, the villain was in a terrible position. Body splayed out on the plush sofa, Hero’s hips pinning their own, their hands encased in the other’s, head thrown slightly back against the couch arm to reveal their blushing neck. It was humiliating and all they had done was a good deed.

Hero raised an eyebrow as they studied their nemesis. “Am I mistaken?”

The shake of the villain’s head was almost imperceptible to the untrained eye.

But it led the hero to a smile. “Didn't think so.”

“H-Hero, it’s hardly even been an hour since I retouched t-those bandages—”

Villains attempt at a change in conversation was quickly silenced as Hero pushed their lips together. Not in a kiss, simply in a warning touch.

Something to remind the villain just exactly who was in charge.

“Only an hour for you, love. Centuries for me.” And the hero couldn’t hold themselves back any longer, finally kissing their enemy passionately.

They didn’t hold back even by an inch. They needed this. They needed touch. They needed love. They needed Villain.

After three years of captivity in Supervillains torture chamber; after three years of receiving food and water through a hole in the wall and three years of complete and utter solitude. They needed every last bit of affection they could get.

It would be taken away sooner than later and the hero couldn’t afford to lose it.

They had thought about their family, their team, their friends, but most of all, Villain. They had thought about Villain every second. Villain and their stupidly adorable blush.

Their petty crimes were no bother to the hero—it was just to get their attention anyways—and after so long away and alone, Villain was the one thing they needed.

“Don’t send me back.” Hero whispered into their kiss, sloppy and heated as it was, Hero’s voice cut delicately through it all. “Just you and me. Keep me here. Or take me away, but don’t send me back.”

Maybe it was the overwhelmingness of seeing and feeling the outside world again after so long. Maybe it was the gentle hands that cared for their wounds. Maybe it was the fire that burned between the two. Or maybe it was everything.

Everything, that made the hero cry. Their breath heaving in heavy sobs as they continued on in the kiss. Their tongues now salty with tears as Villain tried to pull away to help, but Hero held them still.

They would let all the emotions, all the cameras, all the resetting and the relearning come tomorrow. Everything would wash over them in waves, but they could make it with Villain at their side.

“I’m not going to send you back, Hero.” Villains voice cut through the silence and it was so refreshing to hear.

It wasn’t in their head anymore.

One cautious hand ran through the hero’s hair, scraping against their scalp in the way that sent shivers down their spine. The crime-stopper’s only reminder that they had long forgotten their previous hold against their love.

Villains other hand found its way to Hero’s waist as they rubbed gentle circles into their hip. “But it’s been a long time, sweetie. And we need to get you back on your feet before anything else.” The strength in the villain’s tone of voice was like honey and so so so counselling to the scared hero.

They figured they could wait one more night to devour the criminal and let themselves be cared for just once more.

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wren-l-winter · 25 days

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“Abandoned again?” Those cool words slipped through the darkness like a serpent’s forked tongue.

The hero sat in the center of the chamber, bathed in moonlight from the hole in the ceiling. Chains glinted around her limbs, allowing her to kneel but restricting any further movement. She looked into the shadow, frantically trying to find the viper in the shadows. “My team will come back.” A laugh, sweet as poison, filled the high ceiling. “Like they did last time?” The villain stepped into the gentle lighting, basking in the way the hero recoiled at the sight of her.

“Last time was different.”

Were the villain capable of pity, the hero would have earned it. “Is that what they told you?”

Metal clinked together as the hero squirmed. “It’s true,” she insisted.

A hum filled the room, low and sensual. “Forgive me for not believing you.” The slow, elegant footsteps of the villain took her along the moonlight’s edge. Too close for comfort, and yet far enough to give a false sense of ease. “Why don’t we play a game, hm?” The dark silhouette of the villain continued to idly pace around the circle of moonlight. “Perhaps you aren’t lying and your team will come for you.” The villain paused behind her captured prey. The hero turned her head, startled by the sudden silence. Amusement played on the sharp line of the villain’s onyx lips. “Call for me when you’ve decided they’ve abandoned you.”

The hero’s silence was admirable but foolish. They both knew the hero’s supposed friends would never return. They expected the villain to let her go, as she had done time and time again, but what would they do when the hero realized they’d truly left her behind?

The villain left her alone in the chamber's silence.

The moon gave way to the scorching sun as the hero remained. Brilliant rays bit back the darkness and warmed her cold, stiff limbs. But as the day wore on, the chains grew hotter.

“Free me.” The hero’s voice rang in her ears like a murder of angry crows.

The villain appeared in front of her, delighted at the visage of the squirming, sweaty hero. “And why would I free you?” Gorgeous eyes, so soft and pained, looked up at her. “Have they abandoned you?”

“No.” The hero shifted, her skin red beneath the metal sitting on the flesh of her shoulders. “If you free me, they’ll show you mercy.” A bark of laughter burst from the villain. “Show me mercy? Me? Oh no, my dear, have they really convinced you they could beat me?” Her figure trembled with restrained laughter. “Sweet, delicate flower, they couldn’t kill me even in their dreams.”

“They could!”

“Then why haven’t they? Why do they keep leaving you like a sacrificial lamb? Hm?”

“They don’t.” The hero bowed her head, unable to look at the sneering villain.

“I see your delusions remain intact.” A harsh sigh left her. “Very well. Call for me when you’ve realized they won’t come for you.”

The sun loomed above her, slowly crossing the sky as it continued to scorn her beneath its brutal gaze. When dusk arrived, the door to the chamber groaned open. A silent servant shambled into the room with a bowl and a bucket. Calloused fingers pinched the hero’s nose until she was forced to open her mouth. Watery, cold porridge was forced down her throat—the villain already knew she’d resist any food or water offered to her. The chains were loosened enough to slide the bucket beneath the hero before the servant disappeared, offering her the illusion of privacy. Several minutes passed before they returned to fetch the bucket and tighten the chains. The hero had shifted onto her rear, allowing her to stretch her leg as much as her bindings would allow.

The heat of the day gave way to the prickling chill of night. Metal cooled, offering a reprieve from the angry throbbing along her shoulders. Relief turned into shivering. Alone, in the darkness of the chamber, she rocked from side to side, trying to do anything to keep herself warm. Fog swirled from her lips as she tried to blow warm air on her stiff, aching fingers. She remembered her team’s captain, how he’d gently cradled the hands of his lieutenant when she’d complained of the cold. The hero yearned for the care offered to each member of her team, and yet, she always found herself pulling her coat tighter, fighting the frigid night on her own.

Soft, clicking footsteps echoed around her. “How’s my darling hero?” Her words were sweet and soft, but they cracked against her nerves like a barbed whip.

“Cold.”

“I can see that.” Behind her, the hero felt her enemy close in. Warm, delicate hands brushed through her unkempt hair, sliding down to gently rub the tension along her stiff jaw. “You could come with me. There will be a warm bath waiting for you and you can sleep wherever you’d like. I even have your favorite blanket in my guest room.”

The aching fibers of her jaw relaxed beneath the villain’s painfully familiar touch. She closed her eyes, imagining the soft fur against her. The first time she had been left behind, she’d been offered a room instead of a dungeon. The villain, cruel and wicked, had offered her every luxury she possessed. The hero still didn’t understand why. “What do you want in return?”

“The same thing I always want—for you to be honest with yourself and me. They don’t care about you. They never have and never will. You’re expendable. Something to be left behind when you’re an inconvenience. Look at you.” The villain’s touch disappeared as she moved in front of the hero. “Caught in a trap they could have saved you from, but why would they sacrifice themselves for you? Hm?”

“They know you won’t hurt me,” the hero said. “You’ve let me go every time.”

“And what if I didn’t this time?” The villain crouched down, her features etched skillfully with neutrality. “Do you think they’d try to set you free?”

Uncomfortable silence fell over them. An entire day had passed since her team had disappeared. “They would come for me…”

“And how long do you think they’ll wait?”

The longest the villain had kept her for was three weeks before the hero had miraculously escaped. There had been no news of her team during her time with the villain, but when she’d returned, they’d said they’d searched for her. They wouldn’t lie to her. “I don’t know,” she said, though the words scraped against her heart with an iron claw.

The villain regarded her for a long moment before standing. “I will come when you call for me, even when they won’t.” She stepped into the shadows, letting them consume her.

Left only with the ache in her chest and the weight of the chains bearing down on her, the hero let the first of her silent tears fall.

When the darkness lifted, the servant came again—their treatment as harsh and swift as before.

The cycle continued for days. The hero’s skin, abused by the sun’s torment and the scorching metal, had blistered, and begun to ooze creamy puss. Discomfort had long since turned to incessant pain. Night and day offered her no reprieve from the isolation of the chamber. The villain had stopped visiting her, though the hero suspected she watched from the shadows. The phantom presence of her enemy offered the smallest comforts as she recalled the time spent with her team. They were always doting and caring when in need of her talents, but when there was nothing for her to do, they left her out of their conversations. At times, they were even annoyed when she spoke up. They’d never listened to her suggestions. She was an instrument for them to wield and discard until they needed her again. And now they’d left her behind. But they hadn’t just abandoned her. They’d left her helpless to the whims of their enemy—to suffer at the villain’s hand until she was released again. She was convenient to them. Something to swoop up when the villain was done with her and use again to their advantage. Had they ever truly needed her? Did they even like her? Did she mean anything to them?

Nine days passed before the weight of the chains and her team’s betrayal became too much.

The villain’s name had hardly left her tongue when she appeared from the shadows, as radiant as the sun and just as oppressively beautiful. “Why have you summoned me, little lamb?” There was no kindness in her smile, nor was there cruelty.

“Everything hurts.” The hero looked up, her eyes hollow and dark from lack of sleep. The villain said nothing. She bowed her head, the movement pulling painfully at her blistered skin. “Let me go,” she whispered.

“You know my price.”

The hero’s shoulders trembled, too tired to show any restraint. “I thought they’d come by now.”

“Disappointing, isn’t it?” There was no empathy in the villain’s words, only thinly veiled disdain.

“They should have come.” The hero’s lips trembled as she stared at the ground. “I would have come for them.” “You wouldn’t have left them behind.”

“I don’t understand” Her voice tightened, dancing on the edge of tears. “They said they would come back. Every time I disappeared, they said they did but I was gone. Why haven’t they come back yet?”

The villain lowered onto her knees, taking her sweaty head within her gentle grasp, coaxing her gaze up. “Because they do not see your value, sweet flower. They don’t see how hard you work or how much you care. All that matters to them is what they have to gain. You’re of no use to them when they have to save you.”

“I could do better,” the hero whispered. “I could train. Be more careful. They wouldn’t have to save me.”

A gentle thumb wiped away the hero’s tear, smudging the grime on her delicate features. “You know it would never be enough. They don’t see you as one of them.”

“They used to.” The hero’s hands clenched, her nails slicing open the tender flesh of her palms. “They used to care about me.”

“You don’t need them to care about you,” the villain said, her voice cool and calm. “Not when you have me.”

“You left me here to freeze and burn.” The hero yanked her head back with all the feeble strength she could muster.

“For good reason.” Gentle hands fell away and waved over the chains. The villain murmured and the heavy bindings fell away. “You needed to see the truth.” The hero slumped forward into the villain’s arms. “I just wanted to be good enough for them.”

“The problem was never your worth, lamb.” In one smooth motion, the villain swept the hero’s weakened body into her embrace, taking her away from the chamber.

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revasserium · 1 year

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tragic heroes

he sees it in the way you look at him, at the way you see passed all his bravado, all his helpless insecurities, hidden behind a firm exterior, or an easy smile, or a wink and a kiss to the cameras.

the first time you ask if he’s tired, he almost breaks down.

“exhausted,” he says, finally admitting it to himself, letting the height of his body curl in on itself till he’s sure he could fit comfortably in your arms and stay there.

“shh…” you tell him, “it’s okay…”

“everyone gets tired sometimes, even superheros like you,” you say, reaching for him, pulling him into you, into your chest, holding him like a breath, carrying him in your arms as though that’s where he’s always belonged.

“i’m not a superhero,” he says, his voice small and tight and terribly different from the way it usually is.

“of course you are,” you say, pulling back to look at him, to cup his cheeks between your hands like water in a stand storm, like something beautiful, something precious and perfect — something made so by it’s mere existence.

and when he tries to shake his head, to open his mouth and tell you how wrong you are, you shut him up with a kiss. you kiss him so hard and so deep that for a moment, he can’t remember a time when he wasn’t kissing you. you kiss him hard enough to bruise, hard enough to forget.

when you finally pull away, he looks down to find you smiling and he leans down to kiss you back like acceptance, like pain and knowing and remembering.

“you’ll always be my hero.”

ATSUMU, bokuto, hoshiumi, HINATA, midoriya, oikawa, MIRIO

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #boku no academia #atsumu miya #hinata shouyou #oikawa tooru #mirio toogata #midoriya izuku #bokuto koutarou #hoshiumi kourai #we could be heroes #angst mcgee #haiCUTIES #okay so i will admit i was in…. somewhat of a HeadSpace today but… i love me a tragic hero —#and maybe not even tragic in the traditional way that people might see them (altho mirio is LITERALLY the def of tragic hero)#but just like the tragedies heros have to suffer through to BECOME who they are know #i’m just… thinking about that a lot. like…. a LOT a lot.#just how much trauma and fear and isolation and whatever else they had to fight and conquer to become the ‘heroes’ they are

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