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orofeaiel · 12 days

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Small Ground Cones - a species of parasitic plant native to western North America from British Columbia to northern California, which grows in wooded areas.

#artists on tumblr #original photographers #original photography #hiking #pacific northwest #nature #nikon #washington #pnw #orofeaiel #small ground cone #parasitic plant #forest finds #plants #goblincore #forest floor #yellow #naturecore #poque

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frost-queen · 2 years

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JJ maybank

• Bad temper (Sis!Reader)

• You try to smile it away *angst*

• Can you feel my heart *angst* (sis!reader)

• Unspoken actions (sis!reader) *Bullying

• Unspoken actions // part 2 (sis!reader)

• Revenge on it’s finest (sis!reader)

• Same old story (sis!reader) *angst*

• Bruises and terror (sis!reader) *Trigger warning*

• Not so dumb idea

• Sea shells (Daughter!R)

Rafe Cameron

• In an arrow heart

• I’m so into you (R!Maybank)

• I’m so into you // part 2 (R!Maybank)

John B Routledge

• A broken deal (R!Maybank)

Kiara Carrera

• Shit dad of the year (R!Maybank)

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postcard-from-the-past · 8 months

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Madame Decourcelle, female chauffeur from the belle-époque Paris

French vintage postcard

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unedidobelle · 3 months

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La dernière des filles Verhaegen - De sombres fiançailles (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1425613400-la-derni%C3%A8re-des-filles-verhaegen-de-sombres?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=Unedidobelle Inspirée de Bridgeton, l'histoire se déroule en Belgique au 19ème siècle. Une jeune métisse, Dido, se retrouve au sein de la haute société belge. Bien qu'étant une belle jeune fille de 19 ans, son physique pose problème pour ses contemporains . Dur de se trouver un mari convenable vu sa position. Pourtant, Louis lui ayant demandé sa main cache un lourd secret...

#amour #brigdeton #histoire #poque #roman-damour #books #wattpad #amreading

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sluttylittlewaistenthusiast · 1 day

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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3

ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine

☾ @/halcyone-of-the-sea

☼ He'll Follow Me Down Every Street, No Matter My Crime

⭒ You had an affinity for shiny objects. This time, a sting of pearls locked away in a mansion calls your name through the crowd of a party - only trouble? You have a hunch the man you help at the front door isn't all who he says he is.

☼ His Wistful Yearning

⭒ Feelings are hard to hide, especially when the one person you want to be with happens to be your best friend. But are the larger feelings as unrequited as you think?

☼ Green-eyed Monster

⭒ You'd slept together, sure. No strings attached. Then why are you trying to make him jealous? Who cares, the point is that it's working.

☼ Still the Same Fools

⭒ There was always a rivalry between you two - that hasn't changed even if both of you have. Years later, the boiling point is finally met.

☼ How to Adapt to Fire

⭒ FireFighter!Johnny x reader

☼ Right Person

⭒ There are few things more heartbreaking than realizing the bitter truth. He was going to be absolutely extraordinary.

☼ Run Away to Me

⭒ Blacksmith!Johnny x reader

☾ @obsessedduh

☼ Johnny being the messiest pussy eater

☾ @bits-and-babs

☼ Check on Your Six

⭒ Returning from a shower after a gruelling midnight run, you catch Johnny red handed...

☾ @undercoverpena

☼ It Happens

⭒ you shouldn't sleep with your teammate, least of all the one who can't hold your gaze. but you do, again and again. getting pulled in by those ridiculous azure-coloured eyes that dig—the ones which try to swallow you whole. and succeeding. dragging you under, making it hard to breathe with how intense they are. ones which you don't hate, not nearly as much as you should.

☾ @tacticaldiary

☼ Still A Beating Heart

⭒ "Like hell I was leaving you." Clicking her tongue, she shifts her focus on his wound that's bleeding through the hasty patchwork. "Not letting you bleed out now."

#johnny soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap x reader #hes so pogi (handsome) 😍😍😍😍😍 tirahin mo poque ko #soap angst #soap fluff #soap smut #captain john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #cod smut #john mactavish angst #john mactavish smut #john mactavish fluff #cod mw2 #call of duty

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katykuribayashi · 1 year

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Hoy vengo a mostrar algunas cosas que hago cuando estoy aburrido. No soy de cosas complejas así que- simplemente disfruten.

#animation vs minecraft #morado-stickman-au #ava green #avsm #animation vs animator #animation vs laboratory #animation vs minecraft au #matenme de una vez xfa #¿para qué sirven mas etiquetas? :'u #solo pongo etso poque se ve chido

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mote-historie · 1 year

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1997 Patrick Demarchelier, model Constance Jablonski wearing Matadit Jewel Suit in John Galliano for Christian Dior Haute Couture, Fall Winter Collection, detail.

#1997 #haute couture #patrick demarchelier #john galliano #christian dior #constance jablonski #matadit jewel suit #christian dior haute couture #fall winter collection #detail #aigrette #lla belle epoque #belle poque #belle epoque inspired

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poqu · 1 year

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*turns around to face you in a swivel chair*

Hello fellow poqu

your art is so cute it's so atmospheric n stylized like- how do you make your lineart so clean???

Asjfhkjl hi poqu???? And thank you ToT I wish I was better at explaining actual reasons, but I think an honest factor besides practicing is that the texture of my line brush hides some of my mistakes/line connections.

I think i'd really like to make some more expressive lineart though, or try making an illustration with more sketchy, less stiff, or fewer lines.

#ask #will we be battling for the poqu name on new emerging websites whenever the time comes ToT

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miss-polly · 5 months

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occ. Polly would be amazing in the late 1700w bc then she could wear panniers and have giant pockets under her dress thank you

#Ooc #tbd?#one such poque is specifically for carrying kittens around. It’s true

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staff · 3 months

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Tumblr Tuesday: Year of the Dragon

Happy belated Lunar New Year, Tumblr! It's the year of the dragon, and your local Artists on Tumblr have been churning out the most incredible dragon art you could possibly imagine. Please enjoy these dragons!

@midnightmart:

@mochipong:

@asunnydisposish:

@blossompigeon:

@poqu:

@nonagalleryart:

@kitschchris:

@nekomori-art:

@repecca:

@ink-dot-kay:

@nohtora:

@souperluminal:

@snow-priestess:

@kynimdraws:

@kairisk:

@mamath:

@artilite:

@r4venex:

@poorly-drawn-mdzs:

@capydoodle:

@zeldacw:

#tumblr tuesday #lunar new year #lunar new year art #artists on tumblr #year of the dragon art #year of the dragon #eye strain #genshin impact #fanart #httyd #sonic #long post #so so so many dragons

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postcard-from-the-past · 6 months

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Belle-époque public transport in Paris

French vintage postcard

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tornoaserjo · 1 year

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I'm on a mission to cry on every and each doctor's room in the country and so far im winning it

#i a més renfe s'ha trencat i no puc tornar a casa #tocarà plorar en renfe hui també #poques coses odie més d'este país que renfe 🖕#1 hora de retaaaaard. i reached my pain limit 1h ago. this can be happening

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perfettamentechic · 1 year

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Christmas Outfit by Paola Moretti

Christmas Outfit by Paola Moretti #christmas #christmasoutfit #christmasstyle #ootd #wwt #bellepoque #scanlantheodore #pollini #aspinaloflondon #harrods #moritzglik #liarsandlovers #halogen #chanel #guerlain #iho #paolamoretti #perfettamentechic

Gonna: Belle Poque Maglione: Scanlan Theodore Scarpe: Pollini Borsa: Aspinal of London Mantella: Harrods Orecchini: Moritz Glik Anello: Liars & Lovers Cappello: Halogen Lipstick: Chanel Profumo: Rosa rossa by Guerlain Fashion Blogger: Paola Moretti Instagram: paolamorettiiho

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see-arcane · 11 months

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Cards with the Count

Thinking about how Jonathan is trying to pass the time during Vampire Hell Staycation with all the books in the library (a guaranteed Dracula Zone), no stationery (bastard), and a finite amount of secret pen ink and secret diary pages left at his disposal (shit). Reading and writing and art are all out. What’s left?

I like to think, in this order:

1) He remembers that he has a pack of playing cards in the general luggage Dracula didn’t snatch. A gift Lucy had bestowed on him and Mina, a pack apiece, as she insisted that it was the best way to pass an hour in dreary company that wasn’t to do with gossip or politics.

2) He doesn’t normally play, if only because he doesn’t have the coin to meet any real gambling stranger at a table. Just a ‘for fun’ thing.

3) Fuck it. Solitaire. Card towers. It’s something to keep his mind off the…everything.

4) He gets exactly one (1) day/evening of peace with this. Then:

5) “Whatever are you up to, my friend?”

(He didn’t even use the door to give Jonathan time to hide the pack. Misted in. No shadow to give him away. Fantastic.) Jonathan staples his smile back in place and rattles off something apologetic, so sorry, was he keeping the Count waiting? Let him just put this away, he wouldn’t be interested—

6) Smash cut to the library. The cards are now unofficially confiscated/a staple of the Dracula Zone, alongside the fancy crystal chessboard the Count loves to crush him with on a semi-regular basis. Jonathan is walking him through the rules of sundry card games. Unsurprisingly, he latches onto the concept of American poker readily. The game is a soup of similar European predecessors that light up his eyes with recognition—primero, poque, brelan—sewn together with England’s game of brag into a medley of the initial rules, both written and unwritten.

7) “A game of skill, then?”

“Skill, acting, and luck.”

Dracula grins as he produces a ransom of gold coins to use as chips. Jonathan deals.

(What are the extra rules here? Does he throw every hand? Does he play in earnest and inevitably lose anyway? Does it even matter? It isn’t chess, after all. Not a proper strategy game. Cards happen. Guesswork happens. A winner and loser every turn. What does it matter?)

8) Jonathan realizes two dozen hands later that what matters is, apparently, his face. One that, likewise apparently, cannot be read by the Count in this game. Out of those two dozen hands, Jonathan has won eighteen. Of those eighteen, his hand was the clear dud for nine. Through it all, Dracula’s eyes keep jumping from his own hand to Jonathan’s tired gaze. When Jonathan wins the twenty-fifth hand and the mountain of gold on his side of the table risks toppling off the edge, Dracula bites out a word Jonathan is sure is too caustic to have a spot in the lost polyglot dictionary.

9) “You have a gift for schooling your face, my friend.” Every word is an icicle; each as sharp as the canines jutting out of the rictus grin.

“I don’t,” Jonathan says.

And it’s true. Now he’s schooling his face—first lesson of anyone destined for the realm of serving others—but in the game, he’s barely thinking of anything else beyond the ticking of the clock. To punctuate this, he slides the heap of gold back to Dracula’s side of the table.

“This is only a game for the fun of it. In a game with stakes, there would be something worth playing and worrying for. When you get to England,” his face is very, very schooled as he says this, “you’ll find a much more varied competition at gambling tables. The players who really train their expressions can do so with fortunes at stake, while novices reveal every victory or loss plainly on their face.”

10) Dracula considers this. And smiles.

11) “Ah, then there must be stakes before we can play the game properly. Still, you have won the bulk of these rounds, my friend—” his hand seems like it wants to be strangling something when it drums atop the gold heap, “—and done me the charity of not taking your rightful winnings.” He throws down his cards. Ace and deuce of spades. “I shall have to speak with the kitchen about producing a stand-in prize.”

He leaves. Jonathan doesn’t blink when he hears the door lock behind him. A card pyramid is erected.

12) Paprika hendl for supper. As excellent as he remembers. Huzzah.

13) The next time he’s herded into the library, he sees what looks suspiciously like his travel paraphernalia flimsily hidden behind a bit of drapery. Dracula is shuffling the deck.

14) “A true prize on the table this time, my friend. I know you are one to appreciate the splendor of our beautiful country, just as I know it is, for your own safety, quite impossible to go exploring alone in the wild. Too many wolves about. But if you win the majority tonight, I shall see to it that my driver takes a leave from his own many errands to escort you beyond the castle for a time, if you so wish.”

“…And if I lose the majority?” He can’t help it: “I’m sure there’s little from me you’d be interested in.”

Dracula grins.

“We shall think of something, I’m certain. Here. Deal.”

15) As expected, Jonathan’s face isn’t effortlessly unreadable in its misery anymore. He has something to play for, even if his trust in Dracula’s dangling carrot on the stick is nigh nonexistent. He loses more. He struggles more. He worries more…

16) …But the wins and losses remain surprisingly even. On into the dawn they play, matching victory for victory. Even the Count seems puzzled. Jonathan is just tired. He was never going to win. The ‘driver’ will fall to some mysterious ailment, his possessions will disappear the moment he’s sent out of the room ahead of the Count. To Hell with it.

17) “I forfeit. We remain tied, so neither has to lose.” A sour smile curls. “Besides, I have kept you up too late again.”

“One more.”

“We can say you won—,”

Dracula gives him a Look.

Jonathan sits again. Plays again.

Wins again.

Dracula hisses several words the polyglot dictionary would be scandalized to translate. Jonathan feels the first genuine smile he’s wanted to make in a month and a half try to creep up on his lips, and stifles it.

18) Dracula turns over his cards and thumbs though the deck as if looking for a conspirator. He even scowls at Jonathan’s forearms, both bare through the whole game as he’d rolled up his sleeves. Still grumbling, his thumbnail finally hooks a card that makes a cloud pass over his face.

19) “What. Is this?”

Jonathan looks.

“Oh, that’s just a Joker.”

“Joker?”

“Yes, I thought I’d taken him out. He’s not a usable card in this game, but he’s sometimes used as a trump or wild card in others. That is, he’s there to turn the tide for whoever gets to play him.”

Jonathan reaches for the card to tuck it back in the box. Dracula pulls it out of reach, walks to the fireplace, and flicks it into the flames.

“Say what you will, but I recognize a symbol of sabotage when I see it. It should not be in the deck at all!” Still watching the little harlequin turn to cinders, he flaps his other hand at Jonathan. “Go rest, my friend. Take that infernal game with you. It is not a respectable pastime for men of our like.”

20) Jonathan gathers up the deck, gives his travel kit a last mournful look, and leaves for his bedroom, knowing not to ask after the walk in the forest as he goes. In his bed, he empties the deck into his hand again and thinks on four things.

Skill.

Acting.

Luck.

And…

21) He turns the deck’s neglected second Joker over in his fingers, the impish face seeming to hold a secret in its grin.

22) When he wakes next, he isn’t surprised to find the deck has been stolen. It doesn’t trouble him. Somehow, it even produces a tired grin on his face. It nearly matches the painted thing hidden, wild and powerful, in the pages of his journal.

#in which time is passed and you should always consider stray cards in the deck #jonathan harker #dracula #re: dracula #dracula daily #poker #playing cards #joker #my writing

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midautumngame · 1 year

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Had the honor of commissioning @poqu for fanart and she choose the anxious, but kind Spirit World shopkeep, Jing for her piece! 🎁

Poqu is a Chinese-American artist making cozy and cute illustrations with a focus on backgrounds and environments. You can find more of her wonderful work here!

#indie game #fanart #indie dev #game dev #indiedev #gamedev #indie games #midautumn #midautumn game #Jing

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bombdotmom · 6 months

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I will be the best dressed bitch at a funeral.

Yes I Actually wore this to a funeral. Well technically a wake. Couldnt make the funeral. This is also just a good cozy outfit.

Yes again with the cream sweater I only own two that I like. Which is definitely not the case for any skirt from the incomparable @mayakern. I'm wearing the Deadly Florals print. I might have to snag the updated manufacturer version of this very skirt just because mine is fuzzing around the waistband. Such is the final wail from the dusty crusty corps of the old manu. If you know you know.

Did I mention Maya Kern has a sale running from Nov.27-Dec.10? Y'all should snag some skirts before I buy them all.

Belt: Michigan Renaissance festival

Sweater: Reebok

Skirt: @mayakern

Petticoat: Belle Poque

#plus size fashion #geanbean #fat fashion #fat positvity #body positive #outfit of the day #fatshion #altfashion #fat queer #maya kern

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