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thevintagevaultllc · 3 months
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lionfloss · 1 year
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Green Antiques
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mimiriko · 1 year
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stsg have their own ways of spoiling you.
gojo looks at you like you sprouted a second head when you decline the two overflowing bags of dior. he’s like “wtf. just take it.” and you try to get it through his thick skull that you don’t want it and you’ll have to owe him later. his ears go red because he’s insulted you think so lowly of him!!!! why would he want you to pay him back!!! in the end he leaves them in your closet while you sleep and rips off the tags so they can’t be returned. he’s petty and wants you to enjoy life but has 0 communication skills
geto is a manipulative KING. he’ll take your hand and walk you to places. keeping your mouth filled with goodies and constantly talking so you don’t notice when the credit card is swiping and how many bags are in his hands. mother hen tendencies. you realize at the end of the day and sulk while he looks at you fondly and says you can repay him by trying on all the clothes. or make him something hand made
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colorsoutofearth · 4 months
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Emerald glass frog (Centrolene prosoblepon) sitting in flower folds of ginger (Zingiber), Costa Rica
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oheysunshine · 24 days
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angryrdpanda · 4 months
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🎶 Alright
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stormvanari · 3 months
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Voice Claim: Dottie (Sitting Ducks, [License to Scoot])
A polite and (sometimes) klutzy Devatar, The Merchant has a bone-crushing bite and physical strength. Aside that, she wishes to leave her family’s business. For instance, her belt-like hands are capable of making a powerful slap that can send an enemy flying. She is a member of a wealthy family that controls the Market District, and the Devatar was tasked to head the “bumpkin market” (it’s where the Hopps Family Farm is located at in the City). Prior to meeting The Galvanizer, the Merchant’s fashion sense was barely appreciated.
The Merchant represents the Purple Rank.
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venigni · 6 months
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First time I've seen these (practically finished!) out of bounds rooms from the Relic of Trismegistus!!! Paired up with Gemini mentioning he'd been there before, I am crossing my fingers this location gets revisited in the future and we get more lore. 🥹 Super cool stuff!
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howlingday · 2 years
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jaune the wizard au) cinder fall is the greatest of all necromancers she's also the most beautiful and intelligent. soon all the world will know how awesome she is and then she'll get a handsome boyfriend and-
NO SHUT UP MASTER IT'S NOT A PHASE THIS IS WHO SHE IS NOW! YOU'RE JUST UPSET THAT I'M GROWING UP AND THAT MY GIRLFRIEND EMERALD HAS A PHAT ASS!
she lost her cool there, where was she? ah damn she forgot. anyways it's time for her to hang out in a graveyard with her girlfriend and be cool! (cinder is a teenager going through her rebellious phase and is doing necromancy to impress her new girlfriend emerald. salem just wants to do what's best for her little girl)
Necromancy was often classified in other kingdoms as Black, or Evil magic, due to the often dubious intent behind using it. Among other such magics was blood manipulation, soul captures, mind control, and sleeping curses. Also on the list, for whatever reason, was illusions.
And Emerald hated that.
Growing up, her mother often called her gifted. In their hovel, she would attempt to cheer up her mother by creating beautiful flowers, or grackles on the window. Her mother loved grackles.
The only illusions her mother forbade were "pleasants," things that they didn't have, such as food or water or clean floors. She said it was wishful thinking that served only to disappoint.
Illusions also served to distract herself from her mother's work, as she was forced to... "entertain" guests while Emerald was sent out playing. It was one night when a man wasn't satisfied with her mother and came for her as well.
It was both the worst and greatest night of her life, as it was the night she met-
"DAMN IT ALL!" A reanimated corpse was smashed to pieces as Cinder Fall, Emerald's savior and girlfriend, brought her foot down on it's bowing skull. "Even the simple ones aren't enough to satisfy."
"You're almost there, Cinder." Emerald smiled. "I, uh, think that one said lemon."
"It said nothing." Cinder growled, turning away after twisting her heel. "Necromancy shouldn't be this hard. I was already practicing when I met you, and that was almost a year ago."
"You'll get there." Emerald replied. "If there's one person I know who can make the dead look alive, it's Cinder Fall."
"And my mother." Cinder turned her gaze away.
"Right, uh..." Emerald scratched her cheek, then perked up at an idea. Focusing her mind, sunlight bent and curved as shapes formed in mid-air before being pigmented by many shades of colors until a bright blue skull with yellow cavities appeared at Cinder's feet.
Cinder looked down at the colorful corpse, whose green tongue lolled out it's side, making her cover her mouth to withhold a laugh. The skull rolled around until landed on it's back. The skull's eyes, black-outlined blue spheres with red irises, popped out in surprise, causing Cinder to let out her withheld laughter, holding her stomach from how hard it was. Emerald blinked and the colorful cadaver cranium collapsed into nothingness. She smiled at her girlfriend, who approached her and held her cheek.
"Oh, Emerald," she cooed, leaning closer, "what would I do without you?"
"You would actually be an accomplished necromancer, for one." Cinder flinched as her mother's words cut her out of her joy. "And for two, you would have caught these trespassers."
"Last I checked," Cinder turned, looking at the overbearing witch of a mother as she held the blond, foolish intruder, "I was your daughter, not your hound."
"I am aware, Cinder," Salem tossed the knight to the ground, bound by magic manacles of bone and rotted sinew, "because a dog would have actually caught them."
"And yet I was never allowed a puppy." Emerald giggled at Cinder's quip.
Salem sighed. "In any case, I have captured him because I thought you would benefit to learn this boy is the same age as you," Salem leaned closer, "and has accomplished far more than you ever have."
Cinder flinched.
"Tell me, Cinder; what do you know of Shadow Lions?" Salem asked.
"Magical beasts from the Black planes. Ten times the size of a normal lion."
"A normal lion?"
Cinder sighed. "A mortal lion."
"Yes, and this boy, trained by Ozpin himself, has slain two. A lioness and a lion."
Cinder became stiff at that. A lioness was one thing, but a lion was twice that size and much more vicious, to say nothing of their magical abilities. Could this boy be that much stronger.
"Liar!" Cinder screeched. "There is no way this fool could have slain those beasts alone!"
"I didn't." The prisoner weakly groaned. Cinder beamed until her opened his mouth again. "I had help from the divines, and from Neo, and from Dame Nikos of Atlas."
"The divines, a pixie, and knight." Salem counted. "Such strange company you keep, dog of Ozpin."
"Can you just let us go?" He asked. "We're only here because Ozpin wanted his stupid mug back!"
"Ugh, of course he did."
"Wait, 'we'?" Emerald asked.
"Yes," Salem answered, reaching into her robe, "him, and his companion." A small, red light shook at her fingertips.
"Let me go!" The light shouted. "And your pocket smells like mint!"
"It's called 'carrying ingredients'." Salem growled. Her focus returned to Cinder. "Do you understand why I brought them here, Cinder?"
"A hero... and a fairy..." Cinder nodded. "Yes, mother." She drew the knife from her boot. "Emerald, look away, please." She did as she was asked.
"Wait, wait, wait!" The blond protested. "All of this for a stupid mug?! Argh! Damn you, Ozpin! You and your stupid, sexy, demon familiar!"
"Wait!" Salem ordered. Skeletal hands and arms pushed Jaune to his feet, forcing him face to face with Salem. Her eyes seemed alight with rage. "What? Familiar?"
"Uh, G-Glynda?" Jaune answered. "She's been at his side for... as long as I've known him."
"So, you're telling me..." Salem grew taller, her fingers longer, allowing Ruby to escape to his side, and her eyes brighter with burning hatred. "Ozma... RE.... MARRIED?!"
"Uh, I, uh, wouldn't say remarried," Jaune nervously chuckled, "more like he entered a binding contract with another being based on trust and bonding and by the divines, I married Neo."
"OZMA!" Salem screeched, her powers wildly fluctuating. The binds around his wrists shattered, prompting him to flee. Skeletons and corpses clambered from the soft earth. They scampered about in their new life, attacking stones and trees, even taking their headstones to smash against the ground. "I WILL DESTROY EVERYTHING YOU HOLD DEAR!"
"Oh, don't be such a drama queen!" Salem looked down to see a tiny Cinder scowling at her, rolling her eyes as Salem snarled. "Even I didn't react like this when Winter broke up with me."
"Oh?" Salem returned to normal. "So I must have imagined you moping about, writing sad poetry about, 'How I'll never love again'?"
"No, you didn't, but I never caused the dead to rise up and smash everything!"
"Because you couldn't!"
"You know what?!"
"HEY!" The two snapped their attention to Emerald, who had her hands on her hips, jerking her head back behind her. "They're getting away."
"Oh, just let them go." Salem waved them off, then snapped her fingers, causing the bodies to fall to inanimate states once more. "And Cinder, as you were so kind to... assist me in my emotional outburst, I will oversee your training myself today."
"Oh... Uh, thank you, Sa-" Cinder cleared her throat. "Thanks, Mom."
Emerald smiled, playing with the address script Jaune wrote out for her. It would be good for Cinder to have a friend. Especially someone who knew exactly what she was going through.
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r0ck-n-rolll · 2 years
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knuckles stimboard !! self indulgent​ ^_< -☆
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mousai-aesthetics · 1 year
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The Archer’s 1000 Picspam —> 267: Pantone’s 2013 Color of the Year, Emerald
Most often associated with brilliant, precious gemstones, the perception of Emerald is sophisticated and luxurious. Since antiquity, this luminous, magnificent hue has been the color of beauty and new life in many cultures and religions. Also the color of growth, renewal and prosperity, no other color conveys regeneration more than green. For centuries, many countries have chosen green to represent healing and unity.  
Pantone Colors over the Years
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koravelliumavast · 1 year
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*wears green* omg this is just like tress of the emerald sea
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obakawaiiart · 1 year
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Commission/outfit design for Thenjayyen on Twitter. Twitter | DA | FA
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annefretz · 1 month
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Happy St. Patrick’s Day. Cheers!
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violetdiary · 7 months
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Living Room - Contemporary Living Room
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Example of a large, modern, open-concept living room with a dark wood floor, a music area, and white walls.
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angryrdpanda · 4 months
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