#re as vines

[hurrakka]

Damnation alt ending where JD lives and does a 5 hour America tour vlog and hes having the time of his life getting shitfaced at didneyworl also Leon and Sasha share a room and *inhales*

#my art #re damnation #JD #alexander kozachenko #leon kennedy #kennechenko #that vine resurged from my brain like its out of hibernation #i drew this at the spur of the moment lol #my friend and i joked about that one dream i had where its basically this movies directors cut #here you get to witness my insanity

[onenicebugperday]

@that1randomname submitted: This guy. [removed], Philippines (please remove [removed] b4 u post this ty kahxhshsjj)

HOLY COW WHAT A BEAUTY. This lovely friend is a vine hawkmoth :)

#insects #bugs #submission #moth #sphinx moth #vine hawkmoth #tumblr wouldn't let me post your actual submission for some reason so i had to re-post

[warizoh]

#my photo #junglewave #naturecore #plantwave #naturewave #forestcore #vines #jungle #oc #hi res

[ssspringroll]

yet another idea that would probably look better if i knew how to make a 100% custom scalp texture but alas my brain doesnt work like that.

#i would probably section the hair differently if i were going to continue but i have decided to abandon this here #i would also probably have to re-make the vine mesh bc this one does not like to cooperate with the curve modifier #so maybe i would have to do this without the curve modifier #free idea tho if anyone wants to do this before i get around to figuring out how to make a scalp #simoleon

[hamartia-grander]

Heisenberg: would you rather kill Ethan or-

Lady Dimitrescu: kill him.

Heisenberg: I didn't even say the other-

Lady D: I don't need to hear it

Ethan:

Ethan: I'm feeling a little unsafe?

#source: vine #and I love her for that #Incorrect resident evil #This is what happened during Ethan's trial right #Resident evil #Re8 #Resident evil 8 #Resident evil village #re village #Karl heisenberg #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #Heisenberg #Ethan winters #wintersberg #Resident evil memes

[glittter-gel]

for matsukawa's birthday him and hanamaki went out to an arcade and spent way to much money on the claw machine, they went to go see some kind of shitty movie after that that was so bad that they couldn't do anything but laugh, and then went to a water park and mattsun purposefully hit maki with a water gun so that it looked like he pissed his pants

and then for yahaba's birthday him and kyōtani painted each other's nails and yahaba got to dye kyōtani's hair in any way that he wanted. they also went down to an old record shop down the road, and afterwards they stopped at the pet store and looked at all the slinky animals like snakes and ferrets

#yahaba and kyōtani both have social anxiety so they didnt go all out for his birthday #also i feel like yahaba has a weird obsession for slinky animals #hanamaki and mattsun definitely re-created that one vine of the person ripping off oikawa's head in the claw machine #haikyuu!! #hq #kyoutani kentarou #yahaba shigeru #kyohaba #yahaba x kyoutani #kyouhaba #kyoutani x yahaba #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x matsukawa #matsukawa x hanamaki #matsuhana #aoba jōsai #seijoh

[studentinpursuitofclouds]

"I wish I was that rose..."

Eyyy 👀 More stories! With Farmer Myra (@seharuuchan) and Hestia (@g0atmama). Isaac here too! This was dedicated to the old Vine. Hehe...

The Stardew Valley Floral exhibitionl was perhaps one of Lewis's best ideas for the new holiday, as not only local farmers, but all Valley residents who know how to care for flowers and plants can show off the fruits of their labors in floristry. Not to mention the large flow of tourists, which will definitely raise the image of Pelican Town and the major itself in the eyes of the whole Republic. So the idea appealed to everyone without exception (even Sam, with his allergy to pollen).

The time for the event was chosen immediately - early autumn days, when the flowers of the cold season were just beginning to bloom, but everything was still decorated with summer colors.

And so - the day came. People from big cities and distant lands hurried to get off the bus to be the first to see the exhibition stands, the sweetest aromas of exotic plants (and delicious food, special thanks to Gus) wafted in the air, and the variety and splendor of flowers in pots and vases amazed even the most experienced florists. The valley was rich in the gifts of nature, and many would not miss the opportunity to see it all.

Even though for Isaac attending the flower festival was something akin to a vacation or a day off, the adventurer still couldn't understand why Camilla had sent him here as support and a gesture of goodwill from the Castle Village. He could understand the meaning of his presence at Spirit's Eve, after all Isaac was one of the main monster catchers for the event, but why flowers?

Alas, the thoughts of one of the most talented witches in the entire republic were unfathomable to anyone, so Isaac had no choice but to accept his fate and think about what he might do at the festival today. Not that he didn't like the flowers, but the crowd, the incessant noise, and the intoxicating scent of pollen were weighing heavily on his mind. So Isaac thought of nothing better than to walk slowly toward the smoke from the grills where Gus was preparing his famous barbecue, eager to savor the local roast meats and ales.

There were a lot of stands with floral displays and other various goods for sale, each of the exhibitors had done their best, but the most beautiful and unusual, in Isaac's opinion, were the three stands lined up in a row, with three of the most famous and chaotic farmers in Stardew Valley behind them. Farmers who were also his colleagues in his work as an adventurer, two of whom he was more or less on friendly terms with, but the third farmer.... It was a little more complicated than that.

Julian, if the scarred adventurer's memory served him correctly, was more interested in mountain flowers, so it was not surprising that his booth was overflowing with various displays of lavender, chamomile, heather, geraniums, and others flowers. There were also many vials of essential oils and handmade soaps, which the young man with heterochromia made himself. Isaac remembered this at least because he had delivered those same oils to their local healer in Castle Village when Julian had generously given oils to them out of the goodness of his heart.

Hestia's exhibition stand was probably the most unusual among the others. Her whole exposition could be described in one word - lilacs. Many, many lilacs. There were branches of this fragrant plant sticking out almost everywhere. But all over the violet-haired girl's table were small crystals of various shapes and cuts, and inside them were elegant little flowers of the same lilacs. There were also crystals with camellia, forget-me-nots, violets and gypsophila. Near the stand - a real full house: children are tugging at the sleeve of their parents, asking to buy them beautiful crystal key chains with flowers, and young couples choose a romantic gift for each other, with a rather tender and a little clichéd phrase: "my love for you will end only when this flower fades". Hestia was just glad that with her crystal magic she was able to make a lot of people happy while earning herself money to buy expensive seeds.

Some might call Myra's stand old-fashioned, but the classic floral displays that the girl had created with love and care would make even the most picky person gasp with delight. After all, it was a flower festival, and she had plenty of flowers. As if taken directly from a Renaissance painting, beautiful bouquets of chrysanthemums and gladiolus adorned glass vases, and potted orchids stood nearby. But Myra's favorite was the rose, the queen of all flowers. The girl herself was almost invisible behind the huge bouquets and pots, which contained many kinds of roses, shades of soft pink, yellow, scarlet to burgundy, purple....

Isaac himself didn't notice as he slowed his step as he passed Myra's booth. The girl had her back turned to the man, completely engrossed in picking another bouquet of ruby-red roses. A second - and the adventurer's footsteps stopped altogether...

"Didn't think I'd see you here," Julian's welcoming voice brought Isaac back from his reverie to reality, and made Myra and Hestia turn their attention away from their business and toward their guest. "How are you?"

In his usual fashion, Isaac only snorted quietly and bowed his head slightly in greeting. Julian nodded to the taciturn adventurer in return.

"Hey, Isaac," Hestia finally finished with the last buyer of her crystals and waved a hand to Isaac.

Myra, noticing the familiar adventurer, smiled widely, causing the cloaked man to look away slightly. The long-haired girl stepped out of her booth as lush bouquets of roses blocked her view.

"We're glad you were able to come to our festival. Everyone did such a great job with the floral arrangements," still holding the bouquet of red roses, Myra couldn't help but inhale the fragrant scent of the flowerbud.

"I wish I was that rose..." The realization that Isaac had said those words out loud made him abruptly sober up from all those spicy floral scents and panic beyond belief.

"What?..." Myra asked.

"I said you're all gross!" If there's an 'idiot of the year' nomination in the world, Isaac would definitely be the winner. The astonished looks of three farmers were fixed on Isaac, which made the man blush even more furiously. With a flick of his hand, he pulled the hood of his brown cloak over his head and quickly walked away toward the grill. He didn't care about the meat anymore, Isaac was going to drink ale first, and the stronger the better.

#I was actually inspired by three things #Firstly the situation where Isaac and Myra found themselves in a situation from the same vine. It was funny to me. #Secondly I re-read the lore with Hestia and thought: damn. It would be cool to make flowers in crystals using the magic of crystals. Yeah #And the third... Idk. I just wanted to show that Julian knows how to make essential oils from flowers. #anyway #farmer myra #farmer hestia #farmer julian #sdv farmer #sve isaac #sorry for grammar mistake if you find any #im too eepy to check again #hehehehe

[dove-da-birb]

Does your relationship advice extend talk lovesick single people????

Yeah, but tomorrow

No... no brain cells

#re! #me; and if he doesn't treat you better you're gone #them; i'm gone #me; good... now go cut his **** off #vine reference right there if anyone knows it

[kazumahashimoto]

performance artist minato

#everytime i hear someone say remain the vine boom sound effect plays in my head #remain #re main #minato kiyomizu

[aeide-thea]

a modest assertion: if you see an image unaccompanied by any information about who made it (not to mention: when, where, how, for what purpose...), it should occur to you that something is missing.

#like obviously i have strong convictions abt crediting artists etc #but also just like. if you don't know who made a thing and you don't know when or where or why... a lot is happening to you w/o yr knowing #or alternatively things *aren't* happening for you that could be #and if you don't even notice that‚ you definitely can't remedy it #(re-encountering this post in my queue sent me down something of a rabbit hole‚ summarizable roughly as follows: #one of the classical formulations of the so-called ~Five Ws~ includes 'quibus adminiculis') #(which is roughly 'with what assistance'— #altho originally a viticulture metaphor according to perseus [or‚ you know‚ 'orig. in the language of vine-dressers‚' Because Classics]: #it's a thing you put yr hand on [ad + manus]‚ and then a prop for vines‚ and then a support more broadly— #but anyway‚ philological detours aside‚ that's a question that can lead a whole lot of interesting directions!)

[gacha99]

Not him reading her to filth over not liking horror movies LOL

#reverse: 1999 #re: 1999 #“Oh you hate horror films? Huh no wonder your movies so shit then” LIKE?? #“Surprised you even got into Vines State tbh...Especially with a script like this”

[axamdotvbs]

the things i would do for a wcgw + another light re-record album with vinnys current vocal talent

#red vox #vinesauce #he has seriously improved soooo much and like. another light is my fav album still #but the vocals are. Iffy at parts bc he still hadn’t rly developed them much #compared to his vocals on visions and afterthoughts which’s re OUAUARGGHHH #but i didn’t rly like many of the songs on v+at #plzzzzz vine sauce. hear me out #stranded was already amazing imagine his vocals on it now..

[saphabee]

Some Witch!Vinny outfits 👉👈

#Vincent Mailer #fun witch!vinny facts #he didnt meet Corey in this au #he goes by Vince and Vin rather than Vinny #didnt want to tell someone his real name so looked atound and said his last name was Vine. they misheard and went ''Oh‚ DeVine? Fancy!" #so he goes by Vincent DeVine in witch au :> #he settles in a swamp village which is way warmer than the snowy tundra hense the looser clothes. gets warm easy #in summer he may even drink fire res to help dkdidhd hes not built for it #he is So Tired. #Creeper Familiar cause in-game Vinny is. Way too willing to let creepers in the house. He likes em (doesnt know they explode)

[annasbowlerhat]

NEW 2022 vs OLD 2018

time to get this project start rolling again ( /ò Aó)/

#anna doodles #old vs new #magic story #bertholo and jill #writing project #oc #digital art #re-start #i really wanna finish this one #rose vines #rose thorns

[mantecol]

i think that this year's been amazing for me mentally speaking (even if it does NOT look like it) cause, even when this semester i had NO university and took it like a semestre sabático, it was what i actually needed to save my family from a successful suicide attempt

#vine rompiendo mi psiquis desde el 2019 promocionando TODAS las materias de mi carrera hasta el punto de dejar de estudiar y vomitar porque #NO SABIA COMO EMPLEAR MI TIEMPO QUE NO SEA ESTUDIANDO. literal mate muchisimas amistades de AÑOS y me refiero a UNA DECADA de amistad #porque si no promocionaba me mataba..... quite literalmente #HE RECURSADO MATERIAS POR NO LLEGAR A LA PROMOCION USTEDES ENTIENDEN #Y UNA VEZ CASI ME RAJO UN TIRO POR TENER UN FINAL CON SEIS #Igual despues rendi mal analisis matematico 5 VECES PORQUE NO ME DABAN LA PROMOCION QUE ME MERECIA #y ahi es cuando yo dije basta. el año que viene hay promocion asegurada y YO ME VOY A SACAR ANALISIS MATEMATICO DE ENCIMA #PORQUE tengo 8 en cursada O SEA UNA RE NOTA pero no rindo bien los finales porque no me da. #no se si es algo de adentro de mi cabeza porque CUANDO LLEGO A CASA LOS HAGO DE NUEVO Y ME SACO 8 pero me lo dan y es un 2 #segun mama que ... es mi mama #debo tener algo raro nervioso que no me deja actuar bien bajo presion porque me agarra un ataque semi dislexico en los finales #.txt

[mythvoiced]

@astremourante​ | ' you want to cut yourself on me, don't you? you want to rip yourself open on every sharp edge i have.' for doe :)

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Reason number one why Doe is to be greeted by all and approached by none:

The last thing he wants is for you to think he’s alive.

Reason number two why Doe is to be greeted by all and approached by none:

He’s the guttural cry of a primordial beast maimed to near-death by a dozen deities and then left to rot, eternally healing and breaking, healing and breaking, healing and breaking, a tangle of bones and meat screeching to the heavens like Prometheus’ liver.

Amelia is walking a fine line here, one Doe takes the liberty of pointing at by slamming his champagne glass down on the ground.

Then stepping on it, for good measure.

It’s supposed to be a party for anyone but him. He’s just there because people apparently want him to be. He cares for the people who help him and the organisation he helped creating to the same lengths he cares about the people who are like he used to be - though he loathes his past versions of himself. He doesn’t care to have their care or their anything.

He shows up to be nice, to not appear arrogant.

Having Amelia there is kind of a formality too, really.

She should have fucking left already.

Part of him pretends to be foreign to the reasons she could potentially be haunting him for. Maybe it’s something about the glint in her eyes, something about the way she smiles, the way she’s always there, too far and too close, as if hoping, desperately for some type of bloodshed that could make this all infinitely worse, some type of divine punishment, some type of way to laugh through the blood staining her teeth.

Make it her own.

Every punch and kick can be hers if she earns it. And then what?

What’s the world got to hold against them?

The champagne glass is pathetically easy to shatter. Not quite a spray of water-like glass like a movie prop might create, one piece manages to fit just nicely into his palm when he picks it up.

He’s no assassin. He doesn’t have the training she possesses. If she wanted, she could easily overpower him. Part of him hopes she will. He doesn’t need her that close, if things would work out his way, she’d be at the other end of the room, neglecting his existence as he tried to neglect hers.

Alas.

But if she overpowered him, at least he could win. They could end the game in a step into violence rather than continued torture where he tried not to burst at the seams every time she showed, tried not to think about what lies beyond her invisible indent in the air of the rooms she stays in for a mere second only, even.

He extends the glass shard, slowly, transfixed by his own motions. Though there is still a good forearm of space between his hand and her face, it’s clear where he’s pointing it at.

His knuckles are paling and his palm is starting to stain there where his dissociative carelessness had made the skin of his fingers slip against the glass - suspiciously with enough force to cut through.

With too much force.

It’s so thin.

Makes it sharper.

“I want you to disappear out of my fucking life,” there’s air stuck in his throat, he can push it out as he may, it still feels as though there’s too much there for him to be able to breath.

So he points the glass shard at it instead, the edge a finger’s length away from his skin.

“But sure, let’s say I do. If it makes you so fucking happy to be right,” a lazy smile spreads across his lips, like a cat stretching in the sun, sunbathing beneath the mad glow in his eyes. “Go ahead and do your worst, Amelia. Why should I do all the work.”

#astremourante #the anarchist;doe #what do i even tag this as??????? #injury tw #self harm tw #suicidal tw #just to be sure bc sometimes idk idk #alexa babe play that 'WHAT ARE YOU DOING' vine thank you xoxo #gonna... gonna pepper in some will jay 'lies' cus i love that song #uhm?????? i'm so sorry :) #doe still that muse who makes me re-check someone's rules for triggers to tag