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lineffability · 3 months
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huarghhh The Nanny AU.......rich guy Aziraphale Edenson who's not good with children but has taken in his neighbour's kid Warlock after his parents disappeared under mysterious circumstances hires Crowley Fell as nanny for reasons as of yet comprehended by the neighbors
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tokyoproxy · 29 days
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gauntletqueen · 5 months
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Gang watch me do this jump watch this check it out look watch watch
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joycew-art · 2 months
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Just a little taste :3 I made a timelapse video as well
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random-brushstrokes · 17 days
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Ohno Bakufu - Flying Fish (1938)
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nobrashfestivity · 26 days
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Bakufu Ohno, 1930s
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the-cricket-chirps · 8 months
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Bakufu Ohno
Stingray
1937
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anony-mouse-writer · 2 months
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the infamous meeting that bdubs missed due to death reasons
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chimeracauldron · 7 months
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girls antics
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sanflawoah · 11 days
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Shogun (2024), as shitpost.
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megaminerjenny · 2 months
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Was struck with inspiration
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zegalba · 6 months
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Butoh by Kazuo Ohno & Tatsumi Hijikata
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baeshijima · 7 months
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its nearly 3 am and i should sleep but vampire neuvillette…. ourgh…….
vampire neuvillette who is not affected by the sunlight, yet still chooses to avoid contact with it, instead gazing at the light with a faraway look from his office window.
vampire neuvillette who basks in the moonlight when in his lonesome, a sombre yet hauntingly beautiful image painted for no one to bear witness to.
vampire neuvillette who is surrounded by many, humans and melusines and other beings alike, yet appears the loneliest in spite of that, his figure stark against the bustling crowds and empty rooms.
vampire neuvillette who somehow finds himself identifying you immediately when within the same vicinity, having blocked out every face, every disturbing scent which invaded his senses, just to see you and quietly watch from afar. (because that is what he does best. he maintains his distance and keeps to himself, avoiding any further implication than what is necessary.)
vampire neuvillette who, in spite of his long-held values, finds himself drifting towards you like a moth would to a flame. it’s inexplicable how drawn he is to you — how magnetising your mere presence is to him — and yet he cannot find it within himself to hate this feeling. rather, he finds himself chasing after it, hands grasping at what little you seem to give in a desperate attempt to close the gap he worked hard to create.
vampire neuvillette who finds he doesn’t need to bask in the overbearing sun, for your smile and eyes which glimmer like starlight are all he needs in this gloomy world he’s supposed to reside in. you are kind, a feat he sees in the way you treat the melusines, how you talk with the locals and can deal with their… less than favourable actions at times, in the way you help tourists in a patient manner, and by the way you laugh in a way which implies you enjoy his presence. (the notion has him more giddy than he would like to admit.)
vampire neuvillette who jolts the first time your skins touch, hands brushing as you hand him a pile of finished paperwork, as he stares at you aghast while cradling his burning hand close to his chest. it was an odd phenomena, one he had never experienced before (he seemed to be having a lot of those in recent times), yet the vivid tingles are etched into his skin and seep into his veins in a way that has him wanting to reach out and experience such sensations with you once more.
vampire neuvillette who discovers what it means to lose control for the first time in his extensive life when you’re suddenly beneath him, neck bare amidst a messily open collared shirt and a tantalising scent permeating from your skin. it wasn’t supposed to go like this, he thinks to himself through bleary eyes and a hazy mind. had he known his stock had run out, he wouldn’t have accepted your offer for dinner, battling through his long-forgotten starvation until you found him in such an embarrassing predicament. but your words of consent repeat in his conscience like a broken record, your voice clear against his jumbled thoughts as he zeroes in on your blood. it is a scent he has grown indifferent to over the years; well, until you stumbled into his life with a warm demeanor and sweet smile, effectively thawing his once frozen heart, that is.
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arc-hus · 3 months
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House in Kanazawa, Japan - Shota Nakanishi Architects + Ohno Japan
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nobrashfestivity · 1 month
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Ohno Bakufu From "Dai-nippon Gyorui Gashu" (Pictures of Fish in Japan). Choral of "Iwashi" (Sardine or Pilchard) in the ocean. 1939
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temeyes · 1 month
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please don't leave him hanging,,,
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