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rubyouts · 4 months
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꒰ ꒰ ・ sweet as the morning ・ ꒱ ꒱
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coldsprings · 6 months
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Veil 🌕 Emma Icons
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ve1il · 4 months
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hi, just wanted to talk a little bit about veil.
in case you don’t know, let me explain real quick: so veil is this slice of life manga with a slow burn romance about a a police officer ‘he’ and ‘her’ a blind girl (previously both of their names will revealed as aleksander and emma).
ok now let’s talk a little about it. so basically i read again the whole thing again (by the way is on going, so soon will have another chapters), I see that a lot of people get confused with the story with ‘are they really going to date’ or ‘are they dating’ and for now their just have quite of interest relationship between them, their conversations always seem so intimate even if sometimes are just random stuff, it’s interesting to see how they’re comfortable enough with each other to chat about the most silly things, but at the same time, i feel at each chapter it’s seem like there is a conflict, it’s like none of them are aware of their connection or love that they have with one another, because they are so comfortable with each other they don’t realize and think that it might be an normal feeling for them.
and that’s exactly what i been thinking if this is really something real or maybe just my vision in this, i’m really curious how this story is going and i’m excited how their relationship going to grow.
that’s was all, i was just wondering about it a lot and veil is very special for me so i had to comment!
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c-orion-o · 1 month
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Her.
Reference: Film Fun cover - August 1926 by Enoch Bolles
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windtempos · 10 months
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It Always Comes Back
“They didn’t fawn over her as a pioneer for women in science; there were engineering textbooks with Nora’s name in the index a decade before Adya was even born. They weren’t shocked at the outcomes of any hearings on Capitol Hill; Emma had lived them. Every decision for science and medicine-- and often the cybernetics ones, too-- affected her. Affected what her boss would do with her next.”
Adya Prisham is the poster child of cybernetics; Nora Luan and Emma Pearce are relics of a bygone era. They keep a close eye on the general happenings of science and medicine; but as exiles from scientific programs that are long gone, there isn’t much more they can do.
Adya Prisham’s celebrity was participated in from a variety of angles. Most of the civilians that took an interest in her were bionicists-- people who spent their days in labs, trying to come close to recreating the technology her cybernetic body was designed with for their own private patenting. They had the most interesting questions to ask, as well as the most invasive. It always came from a place of curiosity and never ridicule, though it didn’t make much of a difference. Inability to read the room is natural when the room is empty and almost always bereft of women. They are only social when it benefits their work.
Another demographic was adult women, mostly between twenty-five and forty, who doted on her from a political perspective. To them, she was a hero. A broken glass ceiling. A poster girl. Adya had spoken about how it was a difficult thing to understand. “I didn’t really do anything,” she had said. “I just… something bad happened to me, something good happened to come from it. I think there are smarter and harder working people who deserve that label.”
They knew it was true. There were stronger icons for women in STEM, sure, but Adya painted the prettiest picture. She was STEM, in some regards. She was designed for perfection. The same women who refused to perform their womanhood expected a show and dance from Adya every time she spoke, from the moment she first opened her mouth in her brand new body.
Lifestyle-oriented individuals-- talk show hosts, social media stars, mic’d up individuals at any red carpet event she might’ve been invited to-- were unreadable until the moment the cameras came on. Some treated her like the girl she saw herself as, letting her laugh and play games and talk about her favorite things. Some treated her like a paycheck. Ask the questions that people are too embarrassed to be curious about. Harvest views based on an uncomfortable response. Ask another. Monetize. It was getting harder and harder to pretend like she was used to it.
There were few who observed her from above rather than below. It was mostly executives and politicians, curious about what her place in the world means for cybernetics moving forward. They had the power to do what they wished with her as an employee and used it plentifully. It was very easy to include her attendance at certain speeches, meetings, or other functions as part of her contract. And she would have no choice but to put on the face, smile, and tell her story in the most agreeable way possible.
Still, despite all the boxes Adya had to put people in, some were beyond placement. Nobody observed Adya Prisham in the same way that Nora Luan and Emma Pearce did. Observing from above was an accurate description, sure, but they had no stake in the fight. Adya was not an investment they were expecting returns on. They had no concerns over her anatomy or the functions of her body; they had her schematics. Similar ones, anyway. The military-made evolutions of her build that Americans started receiving shortly after her success. They didn’t fawn over her as a pioneer for women in science; there were engineering textbooks with Nora’s name in the index a decade before Adya was even born. They weren’t shocked at the outcomes of any hearings on Capitol Hill; Emma had lived them. Every decision for science and medicine-- and often the cybernetics ones, too-- affected her. Affected what her boss would do with her next. Though Diane was never one to wait for the government to approve a new toy before she started playing with it. She was no different in the eighties than she was when Emma resigned from her position: cold, obsessive, and horrifyingly driven.
There would not be an Adya without Nora and Emma. The combined, public death of Project Gossamer for Nora and VEIL for Emma led to the birth of the American Cybernetics Association. A body founded on scientific advancement and-- though they would never admit it-- crossing the moral lines of what it means to be human. And in their social and scientific exile, all that Nora and Emma could do was watch.
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Emma takes a drag of her cigarette. Her fingers, stained with ink, pull back the third page of the newspaper. A police siren sounds about eight blocks away. It still makes her throat tighten, no matter how far. It had never been her before. She was a loose canon now, though, and there is nothing she would put past Diane. She would probably try and come after her in a more subtle way than by making a fake 911 call, anyway. Emma lets her shoulders relax.
Nora grabs the paper by its wings and pulls it from Emma’s hands. It rustles onto the living room carpet, narrowly missing a long fall out the open window. Emma throws her arms out.
“What the fuck? I was reading that!” she shouts.
“Old news.”
“That was printed this morning!”
“Exactly.” Nora turns her wrist and offers Emma a tablet, screen bright-white and open to a headline. Emma grabs the device with both hands. She squints. With the swipe of a few fingers from Nora, the display dims. “Stop doing that. It makes you look like a fossil.”
“I am a fucking fossil,” says Emma. She takes an even closer look at the news site. The New York Times-- an acceptable change in pace. Their research as of late has been way too many conspiracy journalists, academics, and declassified government documentation. Her eyes focus in on the headline, bold and italicized and impossible to miss. 
FBI Arrests 103 in American Cybernetics Association Scandal; Illegal Weapons And Bionics Development Uncovered
 “The other shoe just dropped,” says Nora. But Emma stands perfectly still, jaw set in place. Her cigarette burns down to her fingertips and she hardly feels it. It is such an evil thing to think anything but condolences at a headline like that. No moral high grounds, no meaningless discourse over who was justified and who wasn’t, but it’s impossible not to. All she and Nora can hear in her heads is I knew it.
I always fucking knew it.
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chilumitos · 6 months
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🥛 ۫ 𓈒 doll ୨୧ baby ׅׅׅ ۫ 𔓘
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gatopidao · 8 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ︶⏝︶ #veil! ✷ icons ୧ ︶⏝︶
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iiilllsam · 2 months
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i love these two 😭💗
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frajgil · 3 months
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Veil (2O18)
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rubyouts · 25 days
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Cuando estoy junto a ti, todo parece mentira ♥︎⁎̯͡ ʔ
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coldsprings · 6 months
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Veil 🌕 Aleksander & Emma matching icons
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astralsi · 6 months
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Ooh, turn your light on Look at us, you and I, back at it again
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sollyglo · 1 year
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💛🧡
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purplerider · 9 months
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i'm so incredibly soft and in love right now, i reread the manga veil and aaah- im on my knees for those two, i'd rip off my heart and give it to them if they asked for it
just look at them aaaaaaAAAAAAAAH
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bloodfreak-boyking · 3 months
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you can when you're psychotically, irrationally, and erotically codependent on each other 😇
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chilumitos · 4 months
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𓈒 ۫ 💭 𝚘𝚑 𝚕𝚘꯭𝚟𝚎 𓈒 ۫ ⩋
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