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#Simply Vera
martianbugsbunny · 6 months
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Girlboss x malewife enthusiasts I beg of you not to forget these two:
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The classics the icons the legends
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meow i finally settled on an aiko design
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writing block hits again.
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spkyscry-aa · 7 months
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What can she say? The shared braincell was lost and neither of them has managed to find it yet--
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social-mockingbird · 7 months
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I don’t usually wish I was born in a different era since I find my era generally fascinating except for the past two days my brain has decided it’s only going to accept early-2000s emo kid music as payment for serotonin, and it’s making me wish I was born just a smidge earlier so I could have been an MCR kid because heaven does it look fun
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mandalhoerian · 1 year
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VERA KAPLAN in RESIDENT EVIL
There are a lot of words to define Vera Kaplan: genius, recalcitrant, nosy, whimsical. Heroic isn’t one of them. A hero could save everyone in the end, they would surely muster the courage from within to swoop just in time. A coward hiding behind her intelligence like her? What world are you living in?
Vera isn’t a hero. She has lost everything in Racoon City’s destruction simply because she was too late and too much of a wuss to act. It was out of her hands, she’d thought. I’ve aided the true heroes, they’ll do something. It didn’t matter she was a genius then, the knowledge had become a curse upon her and handcuffs on her wrists that had taken her wits away until the day disaster finally struck. The girl had been stripped down to a mute, defeated Cassandra of Troy, left all alone only to bury the corpses of her failure and with a graveyard in the back of her mind to visit for the future days to come. 
Now, Vera is the gravedigger. She visits before death does, just to tell it is coming. A noble hero’s nature is to lull justice in like a fickle cat just as hers is to excavate the dirt to uncover long rotted carcasses in the gardens of those who deem innocents a life of the undead proper, and fashion them a gravestone of their own right next to the crumpled bodies they have tucked away six feet under, lost to the light forever. 
It's the only way Vera knows (has learned) how to protect, no matter what methods she has to use. She will dig her own grave first than bury someone she loves again.
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thelovelesslesbian · 2 years
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sovamurka · 1 year
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Maria // Varvara // Vera
Three generations of women who not only have to play a crucial part in the Apocalypse but also must deal with their personal struggles on top of it. Grandmother who just wants to leave this world as soon as possible, mother who can't hold her life together, and daughter, who's constantly bullied at school. They already suffered enough. Now they'll have to suffer even more!
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stormyoceans · 1 year
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[VICE VERSA episode 3 parts 1&2]
Talay with his anti-fantasy bias again, thankfully Puen answers him for me
Hey Nurse, don’t you have a /job/
WHAT DID PUEN DO TO MAKE TALAY WANNA KICK HIM
Maybe Puen was on to more than I thought when he brought up hurting him (WHILE LITERALLY IN BED)
“It’s extremely difficult to find a match” Bitch where, the only example you have are two girls who clicked on the same day
These two seem to have switched, now Talay’s the chill one while Puen is fussing over going back
“If it’s you, I’m okay” Puen: *d-doki*
“I don’t like pink” Talay shut the fuck up
Also just because the pants belong to Tess doesn’t mean you HAVE to wear them
“Open your mouth willingly or I make you” There he goes again with his dom streak
“The café doesn’t really wow me” That’s because you’re not in a CAT café my man
Talay please don’t ever apply for the job of forensic sketch artist
“Were you born with straight hair” Nope my hair is hella gay
DID YOU GUYS EVEN PAY FOR THE MEAL
Okay but Tess is just the kid of the guy who owns the film company right? How on earth did the script become his business? What the heck is his position
It went by fast but Up and Aou went to “pee” /together/, HMMMM
“You once had a 39 degree fever” Puen should’ve said “yeah but this is a /forty/ degree fever”
AOU SPITTING OUT HIS DRINK IS SO FUNNY SLDKJFSKLD
Right so this is where I really don’t Puen simply because I h a t e drunk drivers, it’s one of the most irresponsible things you can do and I wish they’d chosen something less severe to show that he’s not treating Tun’s life with respect
(Jimmy’s drunk acting is still pretty funny though)
I feel so fucking bad for Up and Aou man, they worked so hard on this and now their friend is acting like a clown and about to ruin the whole thing and they don’t understand why
DON’T OPEN YOUR MOUTH WHEN THERE’S FOOD IN IT PUEN, FUCK
It’s pretty thoughtful of Talay to ask him what’s wrong rather than to keep chastising him
Poor Tun is literally living the “what if you woke up famous” question
Up’s “HELLO!” I’m screaming
Call me an uncultured swine but isn’t social satire also a form of comedy
Maybe Tun shouldn’t have gotten physical but I don’t even give a shit, throw those asshats in the trash instead of the scripts
Like yes apparently the scripts sucked and yes they thought they were alone but would it kill you to be professional (and respectful, like they literally SPAT on the scripts) at your workplace, Jesus
Going by their flaws I’d probably hate Tun’s script the most lmao, I hate plotholes (well, big ones that truly kill a story)
I think I’d be with Up; toss a middle finger at 26P and try every other film studio
As much as I have my gripes with Puen being stupid I appreciate that he regrets it so sincerely
I NEED TO KNOW IF THOSE GOOFY EXPRESSIONS WERE ALL SEA, LIKE THE DIRECTOR SAID “okay go nuts with your face” AND HE DID
“The old Tun has died” You have no idea
Screw the person who has to clean these windows lmao
Love how Up’s sentence is five times the size of the other two XD
the way i ended up writing an entire in-depth analysis for this episode yesterday only to lose it forever because of my shitty internet connection :)))))))))
not even gonna try to replicate it but the point was!!!!!!! i feel like people either want to ignore the drunk puen narrative or use that to condemn him and i think both attitudes are kinda doing a disservice to the character. the show can’t really explore that side of him because it would clash with the tone of the story, but it does help the viewers form a pretty clear image of puen in their heads, of someone who is acting irresponsibly and should know better than drink and drive, and at the same time of someone who is very lonely and unsatisfied with his life despite being famous and rich. puen is a deeply flawed and human character, and throughout the show he makes tons of mistakes, because at his core he is a selfless man who desperately wants to be selfish for once, which is understandable to a certain extent, but not when he ends up hurting others (in this case, up and aou and, in a way, even tun)
in episode 6 puen says that talay “is the light that saved me” and that’s so true!!! but what i’ve always loved the most about them is that talay is just the lighthouse guiding puen in the right direction: talay is stern but caring, he points out how wrong puen was but never judges him for it, and when he realizes how bad puen feels for what he’s done, he tries to cheer puen up any way he can, but never steps in to fix the situation for him. talay is there to give puen advices and support, but puen is the one to actively make amends and change his behaviour. before being lovers, puen and talay are friends who make each other better, and that’s why i like them so much
ANYWAY!!!!!!
“Open your mouth willingly or I make you” There he goes again with his dom streak <<<<< CAN’T BELIEVE I FORGOT TO PUT THIS IN MY TOP 10 MOST UNHINGED PUEN MOMENTS IT DEFINITELY DESERVED A SPOT THERE SHAME ON ME
Okay but Tess is just the kid of the guy who owns the film company right? How on earth did the script become his business? What the heck is his position <<<<< i think it’s because tess’ father always wanted him to work for the company, and in episode 1 we see tess’ brother bringing talay along to help out with all the people wanting to sell their movie project. that’s how he meets tun again, and in episode 2 when talay goes to bar and meets up and aou as well, he says “your screenplay is bought. i talked to my brother for you”, so i think talay acting as an intermediary also made the project his responsibility in the company (it’s like he’s their agent, sort of?)
I NEED TO KNOW IF THOSE GOOFY EXPRESSIONS WERE ALL SEA, LIKE THE DIRECTOR SAID “okay go nuts with your face” AND HE DID <<<<< IM PRETTY SURE THAT WAS JUST SEA BEING HIMSELF because apparently stealing phones and making funny faces is his hobby
also i don’t talk nearly enough about my love for up and aou but GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH
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vuigardarling · 2 years
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2x06 “the pink dragon”
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vullcanica · 10 months
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Vera 'my father has daughter issues' Vankova and the spiteful, vengeful neglect she put him through near the end of his life when he wanted nothing more than her approval and attention. Sally whose father is a ghost of precious, painful memories past still nestled in the cracks of all she inherited from him, for good or bad. Nikodemus, who did not have a father, who was his own father same as his own mother, who was an immaculate conception in and of himself, unto himself, for himself. Silas with his two fathers - the one who raised him with love, care, in joy and peace, and showed him happiness, and the one who made him. Constance and their father chaos, if you want to look at it that way...
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Day 325! A deceptive amount of art done, believe it or not XD I spent a lot of time combining lineart layers into one and that required strategic line erasing. Also, my iPad died just in time for me to go to bed, so I figured I should probably stop for the night >.> The iPad (whose name is Apollo btw) is plugged in and charging, that's how you're getting this update, but I should probably avoid staying up too far past my bedtime so I can be coherent for work in the morning, so as soon as this posts I'm getting some raspberry lemonade and conking out until 6am :P
#the great artscapade of 2022#bobbi's being weird again#art#my art#untitled gunpla comic#Simply lemonade is expensive but soooooo worth it#it has pulp!#I rarely enjoy pulp unless it's lemonade or that one aloe vera drink I like so much#also apple cider but idk if that's pulp? I mean it IS the result of the apples being pressed and mushed and whatnot so I guess it's pulp?#...basically I don't like pulp if it's in orange juice but I also don't like orange juice all that much in the first place#anyway y'all wish me good news this week#I'm really hoping I don't have to go monitor lunch periods at the elementary school across the street#I'm supposed to find out when exactly that's going to happen this week#because it's supposed to start next week#so I'm really really REALLY hoping we get told ''alright gang school visits are over go back to your regularly scheduled day jobs''#idk if it happens bc they got enough people or bc they found out I was right and it's illegal#(I can find no evidence it's illegal)#(it feels like it should be illegal though)#I'm an accountant I'm trained in accounting I make math numbers go brrrr I'm not trained or certified to work with kids#and they have us supervising during lunch?#HOW IS HAVING PEOPLE NOT TRAINED OR QUALIFIED TO WORK WITH KIDS WORKING WITH KIDS LEGAL?!?!?!?#I have no first aid training! I have no qualifications for this! YOU DIDN'T HIRE ME TO WORK WITH KIDS#YOU HIRED ME TO MAKE MATH NUMBERS GO BRRRR#...I'm doing an excellent job of going to bed on time#look at me only 25 minutes late for the sleepy sleeps#I'm off to bed now for real this time loves I promise you take care of yourselves I love you baaaaaiiiiiii
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heard my favorite blorbified chant incident no survivors
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spkyscry-a · 2 years
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“.....Oh, how do I tell Miranda that we.... Noo.. No, I just won’t. That’d be awkward to not have brought up right away.”
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pierregazly · 1 day
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a thousand words ꨄ charles leclerc
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charles leclerc x reader
warnings: fluff, charles love language is touch (99% of it is kissing) [1.1k words]
request: 🫶🏻 could i request prompt 25 with charles? tysm 🥰🥰 [forehead kisses. cheek kisses, knuckle kisses]
note: this is literally just 3 times charles used kisses to show his feelings 🤭 this is part of my 1.5k celebration! feel free to request away!!
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In one kiss, you’ll know all I haven’t said. - Pablo Neruda 
When you first knew he loved you.
The joy on his face was so raw, so palpable. The absolute adoration that crossed his beautiful features prompted the searing of your heart, the extra beat in your chest. He had looked at you in so many ways, but never like this. Never like a man so hopelessly in love, he couldn’t even express it in words.
Charles Leclerc was in love.
Every time he walked past you, he always went out of his way to press a kiss to the top of your head, to the swell of your cheeks, or the bare skin of your shoulder exposed by an old and tattered shirt of his you wore at his apartment. It was the one thing he knew he was the best at, being able to convey his love for you by the actions of a simple kiss.
He first knew he loved you on a yacht, the sunny skies of Monaco shining down on the two of you, his body half on yours while he shielded you from the sun; but scarred you with the warmth and sweat emitting from his body.
It was the way you smiled at him when he pressed a kiss to the tip of your heated nose, swatting at him when he remarked how burnt you were going to be. 
Your only response?
“Not as burnt as you, Charlie. I’m going to be rubbing aloe vera on you for days, my little lobster,” you practically cooed the words out at him, brushing your own lips over his red-tinted cheeks.
He really couldn’t help himself. He pressed his lips softly to yours, moulding the two like they were always meant to be. He didn’t know how to convey how much it meant to him that you were already pre-planning how to sooth his self-induced suffering, didn’t know how to convey how much he loved you for it, really. A kiss meant a thousand words, and he’d prove that. Time and time again.
2. When he says good morning.
Soft kisses littered your face, small brushes of lips against your nose, your closed eye-lids, your cheeks, your forehead, your lips, anywhere they could linger across; they were felt. 
You could smell the fresh mint wafting from his mouth as he littered your face in tiny pecks, whispering words in French with every new kiss causing your heart to soar, to beat a second quicker; eager to open your eyes and get on with your day, when you had someone so wonderful to spend it with.
Greeted with the soft smile of an early-morning riser, Charles held his lips against your cheek for a second longer than the rest of his bombardment of kisses, three consecutive times. Three kisses on the cheek for good morning. Three kisses on the forehead for goodnight. Three kisses to the knuckles simply when he wanted to see your reaction, when he wanted to see the adoration in your eyes. He couldn’t put a number on the amount of times he wanted to press his lips to yours though, every second of every day sounded adequate to him. 
Finishing off with a peck to your lips, he finally pulled back from your face before pulling a steaming mug from the side table that he must’ve put down before beginning his morning escapades.
“A perfect cup, to start the morning. I have scheduled breakfast for an hour from now at our favourite place, time to get up, ma jolie fleur,” he said.
Holding in the groan at the knowledge you had to leave the warm and cozy safe haven beneath you, your only response was a hand jutting out towards him, grabbing towards the warm mug in his hands. He laughed, handing you the cup as you sat up, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as he pushed himself off the bed.
“Don’t make me come back in here, mon amour.”
“What are you going to do Charlie? Kiss me some more?”
3. When he says his vows.
Charles Leclerc was a man of many words when the moment called for it.
This moment, right now, should’ve been the moment that called for it the most. Called for a description so heavenly, so full of soliloquies and poetry that it made the crowd around him weep. But he was too busy staring at you in all your beauty, fresh tears having gathered in his eyes just moments before. 
There you stood, his hand in yours, while the whole world around stopped. The Pastor continued his words, affirming to the whole Church how the two people before him were here to join in Holy Matrimony; here to begin their lives as a married couple, to have and to hold, for all eternity.
But he knew his part was coming up soon, where he would be asked if he had any vows to say, if he had been able to convey into a few short paragraphs, how much you meant to him. He had written it out, erased it, written it again, threw the paper out, and repeat, more times than he would care to admit.
Nothing seemed perfect enough to describe the way in which he loved you. Until the memories flooded in, the way he showed how much he loved you would be exactly how he would describe it in his vows. And he would end it off the same way he always did.
He felt his nerves heighten as the crowd was informed that the two of you had written your own vows, forgoing the pre-written ones for your own promises and affirmations to one another.
Charles was to go first.
“Everyday I’m with you, I greet you with three kisses. Every night we spend together, I send you off with three more. I’ve never been one to express myself in words, always actions. In my career, my actions win me races, they win me trophies, and championships. In my family, my actions help my family succeed, they bring pride to our name. With you, my actions demonstrate everything I wish I could put into words. With every kiss, from today, until forever, I promise they will mean a thousand words, a thousand things I wish I could properly say. I swear to everything above, I will love you until my lips cannot press against yours, anymore.”
And promise he did, with a brush of his lips across your knuckles.
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this is genuinely my favourite thing i've ever written. i can't explain why, but i'm so very in love with it. i hope you all are too!! 🫶🏻
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