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auraphilopatora · 1 month
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with the way they rigged this game, you had to fail. but that’s all behind you now.
you’d better turn back before the frost sets in. these desert nights are for weathered men, the ones who’ve already given in.
black agnes
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auraphilopatora · 4 months
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i am so normal about this
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auraphilopatora · 4 months
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Sudano-Sahelian architecture of west Africa
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auraphilopatora · 4 months
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Timbuktu
At the gates of the Sahara. The city of 333 saints. Once a center of culture and trade, house of universities and riches in the Mali and Songhai empires. As it once emerged from the sands, now being swallowed slowly by them.
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auraphilopatora · 4 months
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Auguste Rodin Amour et psyché
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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Silver armlet, Kievan Rus, 12th century AD
from The British Museum
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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Day 21 - night sky
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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Send me ۵ for my muse’s reaction to yours gently caressing their cheek
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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“You presume so much, my lord,” she says, grinning as she takes a sip of the blood in her glass. She takes no offense at his words, perhaps even finding amusement in it. She leans back and crosses her legs at the ankles. “I am Aura Philopatora, prince of Athkatla. I’ve heard you have some, uh, trouble with one of my unruly former employees, Mrel Alkam. You have an interest in seeing him eliminated, yes?” She gazed at him while she set her glass down on a nearby coaster, letting her hand linger on the armrest of the chair.
how would cazador respond if he were approached by a 1400 year old diplomat vampire who was trying to get her foot into the door of baldur’s gate? -pretend this came from auraphilopatora, my rp sideblog
Cazador scoffs, turning his nose up at the woman.
"And why in all the hells do you expect me to help you, hm? You think I had assistance in my own rise to power? You think that I did not scratch and bite my way to where I am now? Honestly, if you want my help in making a name for yourself in this city, I at least expect something in return."
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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𝘚𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦 𝘭𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦, Hotel de Soubise, Paris
Photo: NonOmnisMoriar, edited by me
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auraphilopatora · 6 months
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INTOLERABLE CRUELTY (2003) dir. Joel and Ethan Coen
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auraphilopatora · 8 months
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darker vibes
❛ i would let you rip me apart if it meant loving you. ❜
❛ this fear you feel? it won’t last. ❜
❛ you are my salvation. ❜
❛ i revolt you, don’t i? ❜
❛ get the hell away from me. ❜
❛ i want to sink my teeth into every inch of you. ❜
❛ i’ll be your dirty little secret, if that’s what you’re into. ❜
❛ worship me. until i tell you to stop. ❜
❛ don’t you know how sick with love i am for you? ❜
❛ fucking hit me already. ❜
❛ i would burn the world for you. ❜
❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜
❛ i don’t know how you’ve bewitched me, but it needs to stop. ❜
❛ fix me. ❜
❛ they die for love, you kill for it. ❜
❛ you are mine, whether you agree or not. ❜
❛ do you like it when i bleed for you? ❜
❛ i will keep hurting. i will keep killing. anything to protect you. ❜
❛ i’m starved for you, morning and night. ❜
❛ now i get to ravish you. ❜
❛ i am your god and your executioner. ❜
❛ you are doing so well, my pet. ❜
❛ you’re my sweetest poison. ❜
❛ let’s do something about that mouth of yours. ❜
❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜
❛ you’re the monster that’s enticed me into your bed. ❜
❛ all you can say are pretty lies. ❜
❛ the fucked up thing is that it isn’t enough to just love you. ❜
❛ you’ve broken me. all i can think about is you. ❜
❛ you’ll beg for more. ❜
❛ an eternity with you would never satisfy me. ❜
❛ i would gladly let you drag me to hell. ❜
❛ everything i’ve done.. every horrible atrocity, it’s been for you. ❜
❛ you’re a fucking nightmare. kiss me. ❜
❛ feel grateful that i allow you to touch me. ❜
❛ every time your lips touch my skin, you burn me from the inside out. ❜
❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜
❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜
❛ make me indifferent, make me horrible. ❜
❛ i could never be the one to love you. i can only be the one that kills you. ❜
❛ your lips are poison, your laugh a curse. ❜
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auraphilopatora · 8 months
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send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
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auraphilopatora · 8 months
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Medical Professional Sentences
(Sentences for doctors, nurses, and other medical professionals. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I think you're suffering from post-traumatic stress."
"I'm a doctor. You could have told me."
"Don't happen to know what did this, do you? I haven't seen a wound like that in a long time."
"I'm sorry, but if you had someone that was threading a needle close to your eye, how conscious would you like to be?"
"Most people expect to be shot in the chest. A neat, round bullet that drills a tasteful hole. It's the television that does it, I suppose."
"You're a bit like a doctor, aren't you? You tend to bury your mistakes."
"I can't just give you patient information. You know that, right?"
"You're not a doctor anymore, and I'm not your patient."
"What's the point in living with a former surgeon if you can't stitch the occasional bullet hole?"
"I've seen much worse - but then, I do post-mortems."
"My favourite kind of patient is unconscious on a table with a tube down his throat."
"This'll need stitching immediately. You're losing a lot of blood."
"Why should I apologise for trying to save a man's life?"
"If you have an allergy to psychologists, I suggest you get that looked at."
"I'm the one that kept you alive!"
"What are you doing down here, among the dead men?"
"You are not a good doctor."
"What did the post-mortem say?"
"Not everything can be reduced to psychology."
"Psychologists make you angry, don't they? Why is that?"
"You're a medical doctor?"
"Why must you continue to act like you've never seen a dead body before?"
"Yeah? Well, if you're in such great shape, why did you come to this hospital?"
"You can't save everybody."
"I won't have a doctor telling me what's what!"
"Do you have any idea what you've been through?"
"Is it true that you killed a patient?"
"You're lucky to be alive! Actually, according to your medical chart, you barely are!"
"I mean, how often do you meet a sexy doctor?"
"I've got three separate medical reports that all state you're physically and mentally unfit to work."
"They say that a needle pushing through damaged flesh is as painful as being run through with a sword, and you need 12, maybe 13, stitches."
"I'm a doctor, which means I could break every bone in your body while naming them."
"Whatever is causing this, I think it needs immediate attention."
"If you can't trust your doctor, who can you trust?"
"What kind of medicine do you practice?"
"Hang in there. I'm not going to let you die."
"No doctor in his right mind is going to sign you out!"
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auraphilopatora · 8 months
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Malpais in the Szarr Palace moodboard
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