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15 Lines Tag Game
tagged by: @carlosoliveiraa @clicheantagonist @inafieldofdaisies @adelaidedrubman @la-grosse-patate @g0dspeeed @direwombat @aceghosts @sofrosine @nightbloodbix @kyber-infinitygems @corvosattano @voidika @roofgeese @thesingularityseries (thank you all so much!!)
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.
(i failed to follow the rules and did 17 each, i'm indecisive)
tagging: @dickytwister @amalkavian @transcaster @shellibisshe @unholymilf @thedeadthree @confidentandgood @strafethesesinners @harmonyowl @florbelles @josephseedismyfather @josephslittledeputy @cassietrn @marivenah @finding-comfort-in-rain @strangefable @efingart (no pressure of course, I'm late to this, sorry for any double tags)
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“When you've seen the things I've seen, a little pig sticker cutting through a few layers of flesh doesn't mean much.”
“Blood on my hands or not, I don’t need to be saved. Not by you or anyone else.”
“I’ll bite you if you try and feed me.”
"Then let me do what I do best. I don't need the help, all they'll do is slow me down, make me take my eyes off the ball. You gotta let me win this fight the only way I know how."
"I'm not so delicate."
“Because I prefer to look into the eyes of the person I'm meaning to kill. Makes it more personal. I want them to remember the face of the person sending them to their maker.”
“I put my fucking neck out there every day for all of you – I have been from the start. Who else is having these crazy motherfuckers digging around in their head? Do you have Joseph Seed telling you you’re some fucking sign of the Apocalypse? No.”
"If I don't keep my promise it will be just another regret in a long line of them. My life started with regret – should've been a boy, never should've been born at all – my life will likely end with regrets too."
“Just a weapon. A square peg jammed into a round hole for so many years that my edges finally ground down, and now I fit only one thing."
"I might not have the scars on the outside of what my father did to me, but I think the ones I do have are the big scarlet letter about the kind of monster he turned me into."
“It’s a sad state of affairs when I'm someone people are happy to see after any absence.”
“Well shit, if you’re damaged goods then I must be fucking ruined.”
“I did what I had to do. Just following orders.”
“Some people just aren’t meant to be saved,” Kit muttered.
She smiled, an empty grin that creeped across her face but left her eyes cold and dead. “Trust me, Jacob should be the least of your worries.”
 “You know that old saying that God never gives you more than you can handle?" She scoffed, hands held at her hips, posed like a superhero. The demigod she had become. "He must have had quite the plan for me.”
 “I’ve made my mistakes. I hurt people. Innocent people . I can’t have you on my conscience too.”
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1) “I don’t give up on anything, but I refuse to be a distraction."
2) “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”
3) “Oh, don't worry, sir. I only save the bleeding heart act for the innocent.”
4) “He’s a charming fellow.” The venom in Rory’s voice wasn’t lost on anyone. 
5)“Just have to use my feminine wiles and sweet talk the prick, yeah?"
6) “I’m not particularly fond of having to be like that. I do what I have to. Intimidation, fear – they’re good weapons. But I’m not some sadist, I don’t enjoy it.”
7) “That's just life though, isn't it? It's the fucking pits, and then we die, and that's that. No point letting it ruin what bit of good there is.”
8) “I know. It was him or me.”
9) Laughing, she picked up her cigarette from the sand and took a drag. “I certainly wouldn’t lie about something like that, Captain.”
10) “Two on however many. I’ll take those odds.”
11) “What? You want my life story?” Her eyes narrowed, challenging him just enough. “Is this our first date?” she asked, lifting the MRE packet. “Really splurged on dinner.”
12) “Whatever it takes.”
(and some lines from the COD MW fic i'm working on)
13) “I know, I know. Bureaucratic bullshit, not my fault, can’t let it bury me. Got enough going on inside this head already, yeah?”
14) “Tell me I can help at least. Tell me I can do something. Don’t just let me sit here in this empty house, alone, not when I can be out there making things right. Tell me you’re going to need me on this one, John.”
15) “Love you too, prat.”
16) “Oh, please, no.” She shook her head. “None of the formality. I might sound like I have a stick shoved up my arse, but I assure you, that’s not me.” She held out her hand to shake, and was met by a firm squeeze by Garrick’s hand. “The pleasure’s all mine.”
17) “I’m not sure the simple act of trying to keep you alive is being ‘too good’.”
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m-u-n-c-h-y · 7 months
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So, I ended up doing all three... Anyway, here's more Outis (and Abdirak) for y'all!
Templates by @arcandoria, which you can find on their Ko-fi page. Thank you for making them Halk! <3
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novemberhope · 1 month
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Kaiyo Neri Sirena
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@secretarykang you know I love makeup so yeah here's a lengthy post for my fave girl based on your ask
tw: sexual assault
maya sakamaki: makeup headcanons
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makeup is actually something maya has been aware of since she was brought to the brothel (childhood days 😭😭😭)
there has never been a day where she saw the women put on tons of white powder or makeup on their face and paint their lips bright red bcos men like it when you leave stain on them
maya has touched them once but due to her fear of becoming a main target of the customers, she decided she has to be somewhat ordinary so these men won't call for her (imagine old bastards wanting to rape a child dafuq)
the only time she used makeup again is whenever gilbert would take her to parties in the human world and disguise her as his "daughter"
other than that, maya mostly kept herself bare since she had a hard time finding makeup products that suit her dry skin (like her skin's as dry as the sahara desert)
she just got lucky with kanato in terms of the makeup department bcos fun fact: kanato knows a whole sht of makeup, even bought products that suit her face and skin tone
maya's color palette is basically more on the cherry pink side of things? she's basically a winter cool type of girl so colors on the cooler scale of the spectrum works for her
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tbh she leans more on the Japanese side of makeup, meaning more emphasis on the eyes rather than the lips along with cool toned palettes
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for base makeup, she opts for light ones like a tinted moisturizer since she doesn't have to worry abt them being thick or something. however, she doesn't wear them at school bcos she's afraid the teachers will notice and have it removed from her (some schools in Japan forbid female students from wearing excessive makeup tho but I think Ryoutei is a different case)
ofc maya's eye makeup is on point since Japanese makeup is all about the eyes so she always has her eyebrow along with her subtle eyeliner and mascara (yes they are all waterproof bcos Japan nailed their products like that)
the same thing applies for her blush bcos apparently the drunk blush technique is famous in Japan way waaaaaaaay back so she puts a bit of her liquid blush on the apples of her cheek and spread them evenly (kinda like baby doll cheeks vibes)
for her lips, she uses 3 to 4 products, depending on the occasion cause maya's lips are so pale so she had to paint a bit of color in them (ya know so no one would think she's a vampire lol)
at school, she only uses her favorite Benetint and tops it with her cherry lip oil. sometimes she would wear her Opera Lip Tint no 12 especially when her lips are so dry but if she needed something vibrant, especially during her dates with kanato or when they attend a party, that's when she whips out her pinkish red glossy tint.
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she actually doesn't wear any powdery products on her face since they have this tendency to create kinda like a clumping texture on her skin so when she's not wearing any base makeup, she would just go for a handy moisturizer (I wanna say sunscreen then I remembered she has night classes)
but overall maya dons a natural pink makeup that hides her true self as the vampire doll, unassuming yet dangerous to those who dare touch her without permission
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sometimesraven · 2 months
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My OC in 3
@jezifster has tagged me in this like 3 times in the time it's taken me to get around to one (1) so have three OCs because I love doing things in threes
Rules: Post three pictures or images you feel relate to a character. They can be faceclaims, famous artworks, photos, or anything you think fits the VibeTM.
Lydia
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Elyan
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Blade
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tagging: @smallvillecrows @aninkwellofnectar @winters-tales
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memento-morri-writes · 6 months
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hello and how are you?
Trick or Treat? 🦇
🪷 Natsume Rune, @365runesoftheamalgamations
I'm doing well, thank you for the ask, Natsume! To be honest I would be better if there wasn't a very loud leafblower going outside my window, but alas. It's fall and the university refuses to let the leaves just do their thing. Anyways, on to the TREAT!
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Take a (heartbreakingly sad) collage about my boy Kristopher!
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rowanmgrey-author · 9 months
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moodboard | thane
Thane, the Godslayer, is a legendary warrior who has passed into myth. Many revere her and worship her legend, but many believe she will one day return and free them of the God's tyranny.
taglist: @anonymousfoz @schepper-wubs-wips @dyrewrites @digital-chance
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roselyn-writing · 13 days
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I’ve been super duper bored, So I made human Jaroud aesthetic (Arouj Roman).
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Moodboard of a Herbology professor who smokes pot and is the Hufflepuff head of house.
Face-claim: Rafael Casal.
Requested by: anon.
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tag-oc-games · 1 year
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Aesthetic game found here.
OC Aesthetic Tag Game thing
Bold
=always/totally fits them
italics
=sometimes/somewhat applies/sorta fits them
strikethrough
=never
   — LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS. effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS. crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST. lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES. denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS. newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS. combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS. dancing until the break of dawn, heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.  :  
   — BODY LANGUAGE
DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off; cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
SUSPICION. arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes
CONFIDENCE. hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo
INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer; marker; cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically
ANGER & FRUSTRATION. short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
   — SENSES
SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york night city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it.growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.
HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.
TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.
TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.
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My OC as...
tagged by: @g0dspeeed @madparadoxum @kyber-infinitygems @inafieldofdaisies @marivenah and @corvosattano to fill out this template (under the cut) for the girlies
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Kit Cross (FC5) and Rory Sinclair (COD MW)
tag game list here to be added/removed
tagging: @scentedcandleibex @amalkavian @chloekistune @aceghosts @transcaster @trench-rot @shellibisshe @cloudofbutterflies92 @unholymilf @theelderhazelnut @vampireninjabunnies-blog @thedeadthree @gibson-girlboss @strafethesesinners @confidentandgood @adelaidedrubman @harmonyowl @mccarthycormac @carlosoliveiraa @florbelles @josephseedismyfather @cassietrn @simplegenius042 @kirjanikv6ilill @v0idbuggy @mxanigel @pathologictwo @purplehairsecretlair @fourlittleseedlings @clicheantagonist @ladyoriza @direwombat @strangefable @voidika @nightbloodbix @poetikat @roofgeese
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strafethesesinners · 2 years
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OC Aesthetics: Far Cry 5 Edition
Hey all! So I love those OC aesthetic association games so much I decided to make my own in collaboration with @deputyash based on the regions in Far Cry 5! These are meant to be mostly abstract more than literal
Rules: PLEASE copy and paste and make a new post. Don’t reblog mine with your addition I will block. I don’t want 100 people posting on the same thing. You can tag us if you want but it’s not required! Also this doesn’t necessarily need to be fc5 OCs only! You can do any of yours
Guidelines: bold what always applies to your OC, italicize what sometimes/somewhat applies, strikethrough what never applies
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Holland Valley
Red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // cattails // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn
Whitetail Mountains:
Fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of blue jays // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision
Henbane River
Cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // frogs in the reeds // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing
Joseph’s Compound
Babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // Bradford Pear petals floating on the breeze
Dutch’s Island
Creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // the sound of distant gunfire
Heath McCoy
Holland Valley
Red, gold, and orange leaves against a clear blue sky // rows of apple trees in an orchard // pick your own pumpkin patches // baskets of puppies // a sleeping fawn hidden away from predators // pumpkin spice // the bite of apple cider // a harvest festival // the faint smell of a bonfire on the wind // the slight unease of getting lost in a corn maze // a hint of fall in the air when it’s still warm // golden sunsets // leaves just beginning to turn from green to orange // the rumble of a tractor // the buzz of an airplane flying low overhead // golden wheat swaying in the wind // the smell of gasoline // sprawling river deltas // crystal clear water // an old wooden dresser // family heirlooms // jingling keys // crimson blood // dark ink on parchment // the sting of a bruise // the warmth of a grand fireplace // gunmetal // work boots in the mud // the harsh cry of crows // the faint musty smell of taxidermy animals // farm animals making a racket // open air farmers markets // catching your clothes on a barbed wire fence // a fresh breeze through an open window // white rocking chairs // old farmhouses // scarecrows // wild westerly winds // the barely contained excitement for the approach of autumn.
Whitetail Mountains
Fishing at dawn // the smell of woodsmoke clinging to your clothes and hair // wolfsong // locking eyes with another predator // a night that falls faster than expected // the crisp hint of snow in the air // log cabins // the scent of evergreen trees // stone fireplaces // a well worn camouflage jacket // old field guide books // the smell of a cigarette still lingering on your hands // lager // the roar of whitewater rapids // cool dark caves // the rough wood of an antique gun // the scent of iron // woodland paths criss crossed by gnarled tree roots // a haze of dust from a recent rockslide // losing your breath as you wade into an icy river // winding mountain roads // an eagle’s cry // the bright red flash of a foxes tail at the corner of your eye // the patter of rain on dead leaves // petrichor // seeing your breath in the cold morning air // the click of a projector // the jangling of a chain link fence // gunpowder // the sizzling of a grill // burnt hair // the grand lobby of a lodge // gravel crunching underfoot // the cry of a blue jay // information boards // brochures piled on a table // cold metal bars // the sour smell of a lumber mill // the rough texture of scouting achievement badges // muffled oldies music from another room // sharpening a hunting knife // blood red leaves blooming from bone white birch trees // red bleeding into the edges of your vision
Henbane River
Cloying floral scents // the thick mist that gathers near the ground at dawn // dewdrops sparkling on spiderwebs // the almost too intense morning sun // unseasonable warmth // birdsong // honeyed wine // walking barefoot in the cool grass // the clanging of a jail cell door // spying hazy figures of animals in the fog // lemon balm and lavender // the low growl of a wildcat that you can’t see (but it sees you) // choking clouds of pollen settling on cars like snow // vineyards // faint humming and singing from an unidentifiable source // juniper berries // feeling uncomfortably hot in overly formal clothes // lace // burning incense // soft brunette tresses // long winding rivers // mesmerizing music // glistening trout // the sweet nectar of honeysuckle flowers // rumbling of truck motors // glass beakers // bundles of dried flowers // wind chimes tinkling // rough concrete bricks // tumbling barrels // the ringing of a vintage phone // sweet words // broken promises // moonflower and datura // the smell of freshly cut grass // the faint sound of children laughing
Joseph’s Compound
Babbling brooks // humming // whistling // dogs barking // grand oak trees // the faint sound of hymns // a crate of ripe peaches // melted wax candles // the smell of fresh newspaper clippings // caged birds singing // a warm embrace // wrought iron arches // flames reaching for the sky // gentle voices murmuring // your feet sliding in thick mud // pouring rain // vape smoke // the slight scent of sweat // ink on skin // the smell of wooden church pews // the rustle of hymnals // old book smell // slight hint of ozone from old electronics // Bradford Pear petals floating on the breeze
Dutch’s Island
Creaking metal hinges // the crackle of a radio // the scratch of an old record player // the smell of antiseptic // the flickering light of a projector // the feel of pushing pins into cork board // echoing footsteps // shelves stacked with canned food and mason jars // dark shadowy figures on the edge of your vision // gleaming metal badges // a table of bullet shell casings // vertigo from standing on swaying radio towers // the sound of shattering glass // whistling pipes // suffocating heat // the chatter of squirrels // faint scent of mothballs // the sputter of a boat engine // the high electronic whine of an old television turning on // tear stained letters // old family photographs // the smell of a mildewy basement
Tagging: wveryone lol @unleashed111 @deputyash @depyotee @multiverse-of-themind @belorage @heroofpenamstan @florbelles @adelaidedrubman @henbased @vasiktomis @natesofrellis @sleepfight @nightwingshero @derelictheretic @amistrio @foofygoldfish @redroci @cobb-vanthss @chyrstis @teamhawkeye @josephslittledeputy @clicheantagonist @confidentandgood @roofgeese @sleepfight @nuclearstorms @necro-hamster @perhapsrampancy @socially-awkward-skeleton @purplehairsecretlair @shellibisshe @madsismad @red-nightskies @redreart @beautiful-delirium @harmonyowl @refinedstorage @harlow1898 @shallow-gravy also please tag all your fc5 moots if you do it!
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final part of @secretarykang's ask since gil already has drunk hcs
gilbert feinze fashion headcanons
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this man is a walking fashion icon tho like srsly he looks like someone who poses for the chanel magazine
gil actually knows what style fits him and the colors that would suit him so his servants are adamant on ensuring his wardrobe is top notch as possible
in fact, there's a time when gil punished some of them for handing him clothes that are too itchy he had to struggle during meetings with other clans (he just didn't feed them blood for like uhh one week which is torture in itself)
his color palette revolves on autumn browns and nudes? he's basically like a walking maple leaf at this point
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he recently found out black items don't suit him as much as people make it out to be tho he wears black mostly when he is going to war conferences
most of gil's clothes in the demon world have victorian-esque with dark academia touch to it since he's the head of the feinze clan and he has to look like royalty so he assumes the post
he's more on long coats, white dress shirts with long sleeves, dark trousers, brown boots, and ofc attention to detail like silver link cuffs and piercings (yes he never forgets his piercings)
another item that he never lives without is his wedding ring since it's the only thing he got from giselle
also carries around a golden pocket watch that he exclusively got from karlheinz (so he would know if he reversed time and did some sht he needed to cover up)
tbh gil thought of doing like a tongue and nose piercing but he just went "I don't want them anymore" bcos he found out that he would experience talking like a baby and looking like a cow
btw he owns a lot of ruby jewelry bcos they remind him of blood (after all he stopped drinking blood ever since giselle died)
when he lived in paris, he would opt for trench coats and suits that would emphasize his frame (and he realized girls really dig him in suits bcos he be walking on the streets and they just come to him bcos he looks so good)
but when he resided in japan, he believed in kimono supremacy
like what suit? he'd rather wear kimonos since they're more comfy and the sleeves are loose and he can move and about
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and yes, the color palettes would vary... kinda leaning more on the warm orange and red tones. but tbh gil had a hard time looking for the perfect kimonos and yukatas that would fit him
that was until he found out abt this manga called xxxHOLIC and he got all his kimono inspirations from watanuki kimihiro (aka main character of said manga)
one might think he's a cosplaying adult especially when he walks around in kaminashi 😭😭😭
for his footwear, he owns a lot of shoes (like he doesn't only settle for the classics) but one thing he doesn't wear that much are sneakers??? and it has something to do with his adult image like basically this guy makes sure he looks adult
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even said one time, "at least I don't go to Ryoutei and pretend like I'm some kind of teenage transfer student" isthisshinandcarla
he mostly wears derby and oxford dress shoes since they are easier to pair with most of his suits. but when he's wearing a kiono, he would either go for a simple geta pair or his classic black brogue boots
ofc gil is not complete without perfumes bcos this guy owns a lot since he has lived for a long time. while there are tons of perfumes that's been out in the market, he always deviates towards chanel no 5 (aka one of the most hated perfumes by many)
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and yes, he knew what the original chanel no 5 smelled like, hence he found the newer ones so different than what it smelled before
it's actually frustrating how gil can pull off this perfume and smell good even tho many people say it smells like an old grandma soap
he even bought the accompanying soap and lotion like anything chanel no 5 he has (even the giant bottle)
one time devyn passed by his office and she told him he really smelled so good like wood and tea and clean soap and when she asked his perfume, gil casually pulled out the bottle much to her own horror
"Are you kidding me? That famous Chanel no. 5 is your perfume?"
"I'm not. Why are you making a face like that?"
fun fact: chanel no 5 is also giselle's perfume
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📸 JAXX AND BLUE
Jaxx and Blue for this post~♡
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💙Blue🩵
~♡~♡~♡~
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🌙Jaxx🐺
~♡~♡~♡~
Thank you for requesting them, love 🥺💕
I love talking about my boys, even if I don't talk about them enough 🥺💕
-> Bonus For Jaxx since I know you love him :)
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deputyash · 1 year
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Barbie Movie OC Aesthetics
Tagged by @strafethesesinners Thank you! :D
Tagging: @harmonyowl @cryptichobbit @teamhawkeye @glowwormsmith @ri-a-rose @tommymillers @shellibisshe @cobb-vanthss @derelictheretic @radiojamming @afarcry5fromstraight @purplehairsecretlair
Instructions: Bold what applies, italicize what applies sometimes, strikethrough what never applies.
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- Dove Ash - 
BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER: freshly fallen snow | the sound of sleigh bells | a lengthy look at the one you love | the sound of a crackling fire | the smell of peppermint | half-eaten gingerbread cookies | bows in your hair | the strum of a harp | gold jewelry | clouds above a stormy sea | the conscious effort to believe in yourself | lace dresses | a sun dappled orchard | speaking from the heart | “you were the one I was looking for all along” | the cold winter wind | cheek kisses | bright blue eyes
BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL: golden hair | smeared paint on your fingers and clothes | marble staircases | dense forests with no path in sight | intricate braids | hedge mazes | grand parties | dazzling dresses | generational trauma | pink lipstick | the shiver of wind chimes | flowers in your hair | stepping outside your comfort zone | the tedium of chores | following your heart | love at first sight | the roar of a cascading waterfall | strong arms around your waist | dark secrets | “no more hatred”
BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE: the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky | the flutter of wings | freshly baked bread | dancing alone in your room | chocolate chip cookies | a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it | running with the wind in your hair | sparkling jewels | an enchanted forest | dusty stacks of books | sibling rivalries | moonlit walks by the lake | the innocence of true love | painful deception | laced fingers | “it’s you I love”
BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER: spun gold | a purring cat in your lap | the sacrifices your parents made for you | the prick of a sewing needle | “what would it be like to be free?” | dark caves | starry skies above | falling in love with your best friend | crowded markets | horse drawn carriages | fresh air | a hand held out to guide you | pretending to be something you’re not | breakfast in bed | bubble baths | narrow passageways | diamond rings | cold jail cells | lengthy hugs | promises you can keep
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- Vivian Wells - 
BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER: freshly fallen snow | the sound of sleigh bells | a lengthy look at the one you love | the sound of a crackling fire | the smell of peppermint | half-eaten gingerbread cookies | bows in your hair | the strum of a harp | gold jewelry | clouds above a stormy sea | the conscious effort to believe in yourself | lace dresses | a sun dappled orchard | speaking from the heart | “you were the one I was looking for all along” | the cold winter wind | cheek kisses | bright blue eyes
BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL: golden hair | smeared paint on your fingers and clothes | marble staircases | dense forests with no path in sight | intricate braids | hedge mazes | grand parties | dazzling dresses | generational trauma | pink lipstick | the shiver of wind chimes | flowers in your hair | stepping outside your comfort zone | the tedium of chores | following your heart | love at first sight | the roar of a cascading waterfall | strong arms around your waist | dark secrets | “no more hatred”
BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE: the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky | the flutter of wings | freshly baked bread | dancing alone in your room | chocolate chip cookies | a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it | running with the wind in your hair | sparkling jewels | an enchanted forest | dusty stacks of books | sibling rivalries | moonlit walks by the lake | the innocence of true love | painful deception | laced fingers | “it’s you I love”
BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER: spun gold | a purring cat in your lap | the sacrifices your parents made for you | the prick of a sewing needle | “what would it be like to be free?” | dark caves | starry skies above | falling in love with your best friend | crowded markets | horse drawn carriages | fresh air | a hand held out to guide you | pretending to be something you’re not | breakfast in bed | bubble baths | narrow passageways | diamond rings | cold jail cells | lengthy hugs | promises you can keep
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- Valerie “V” - 
BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER: freshly fallen snow | the sound of sleigh bells | a lengthy look at the one you love | the sound of a crackling fire | the smell of peppermint | half-eaten gingerbread cookies | bows in your hair | the strum of a harp | gold jewelry | clouds above a stormy sea | the conscious effort to believe in yourself | lace dresses | a sun dappled orchard | speaking from the heart | “you were the one I was looking for all along” | the cold winter wind | cheek kisses | bright blue eyes
BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL: golden hair | smeared paint on your fingers and clothes | marble staircases | dense forests with no path in sight | intricate braids | hedge mazes | grand parties | dazzling dresses | generational trauma | pink lipstick | the shiver of wind chimes | flowers in your hair | stepping outside your comfort zone | the tedium of chores | following your heart | love at first sight | the roar of a cascading waterfall | strong arms around your waist | dark secrets | “no more hatred”
BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE: the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky | the flutter of wings | freshly baked bread | dancing alone in your room | chocolate chip cookies | a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it | running with the wind in your hair | sparkling jewels | an enchanted forest | dusty stacks of books | sibling rivalries | moonlit walks by the lake | the innocence of true love | painful deception | laced fingers | “it’s you I love”
BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER: spun gold | a purring cat in your lap | the sacrifices your parents made for you | the prick of a sewing needle | “what would it be like to be free?” | dark caves | starry skies above | falling in love with your best friend | crowded markets | horse drawn carriages | fresh air | a hand held out to guide you | pretending to be something you’re not | breakfast in bed | bubble baths | narrow passageways | diamond rings | cold jail cells | lengthy hugs | promises you can keep
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- Monroe - 
BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER: freshly fallen snow | the sound of sleigh bells | a lengthy look at the one you love | the sound of a crackling fire | the smell of peppermint | half-eaten gingerbread cookies | bows in your hair | the strum of a harp | gold jewelry | clouds above a stormy sea | the conscious effort to believe in yourself | lace dresses | a sun dappled orchard | speaking from the heart | “you were the one I was looking for all along” | the cold winter wind | cheek kisses | bright blue eyes
BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL: golden hair | smeared paint on your fingers and clothes | marble staircases | dense forests with no path in sight | intricate braids | hedge mazes | grand parties | dazzling dresses | generational trauma | pink lipstick | the shiver of wind chimes | flowers in your hair | stepping outside your comfort zone | the tedium of chores | following your heart | love at first sight | the roar of a cascading waterfall | strong arms around your waist | dark secrets | “no more hatred”
BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE: the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky | the flutter of wings | freshly baked bread | dancing alone in your room | chocolate chip cookies | a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it | running with the wind in your hair | sparkling jewels | an enchanted forest | dusty stacks of books | sibling rivalries | moonlit walks by the lake | the innocence of true love | painful deception | laced fingers | “it’s you I love”
BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER: spun gold | a purring cat in your lap | the sacrifices your parents made for you | the prick of a sewing needle | “what would it be like to be free?” | dark caves | starry skies above | falling in love with your best friend | crowded markets | horse drawn carriages | fresh air | a hand held out to guide you | pretending to be something you’re not | breakfast in bed | bubble baths | narrow passageways | diamond rings | cold jail cells | lengthy hugs | promises you can keep
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rowanmgrey-author · 9 months
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moodboard | avisa morteza
Avisa is a Diviner, or demi-god who specializes in drawing power from the planets minerals and rocks. She is also the pilot and navigator of the Fortuna, the salvage spaceship run by her and her brother Eskander.
taglist: @anonymousfoz @schepper-wubs-wips @dyrewrites @digital-chance
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