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hauntedbystorytelling · 1 year

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French acrobat Solea and his female assistant demonstrate their prowess at balancing for a portrait in a photographer's studio, France, 1900s. | src Getty Images

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#acrobatic pose #acrobatics #acrobats #1900s #balancing act #bending backwards #bending back #french acrobat #role portrait #Rollenporträt #rollenportrat #solea

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peaceinthestorm · 7 months

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Edgar Degas (1834-1917, French) ~ Miss La La at the Cirque Fernando, 1879

#edgar degas #degas #french art #rope acrobat #at the circus

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moonshynecybin · 2 months

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Marc has never picked Jorge over Vale and yet Vale still thinks Marc sabotaged him for Jorge, my brother in Christ are you blind?!

my favorite part of that video is marc INSTANTLY internally being like. jajajaja... this is a TRAP ! and conjuring up an objective metric in order to decide between jorge and vale and be like this is outside of my feelings :) but valentino :) AND then feeling a lil bad about having to apply the same logic to fabio in order to seem less crazy😭

#i can see the chess game he is playing in his mind…. my beautiful princess with a disorder..#motogp #callie speaks #sepang trauma (plus his pussy) means hes doin pr acrobatics to avoid relitigating 2015. like he can’t choose jorge he has to choose vale #so marc's like. okay ummm how do i make it seem like i’m over it and kill any potential headlines. well championships are OBJECTIVE :)#but then the interviewer hits him with: okay now fabio or pecco? and marc who LIKES fabio and is ambivalent to pecco is like. SHIT.#on this day. a rose to those distressed by marc murdering fabio on live FRENCH television

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postcard-from-the-past · 11 days

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Moroccan acrobats on the market of Taourirt, Morocco

French vintage postcard, mailed in 1914

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 1 year

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i like playing rhythm heaven normally n all but also it's really funny to fuck around in it n just do dumbshit. why not just flick for every input in space soccer. why not phase through all the blocks you're supposed to duck over in airboarder. why not use the brf exploit to do dumb shit (not as funny with the unmodded one but with the amplified brf exploit you can do great stuff like grab onto a random giraffe in animal acrobat n then make the camera focus on a random giraffe while you're not on screen. i did that yesterday and i have no idea how-). that's the best part of rhythm heaven for me.

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #i need to mod my 3ds solely for the amplified brf exploit. i need to experience this shit on actual hardware-#seriously tho idk what's going on with animal acrobat with amplified brf. like i just held a immediately n latched onto a random giraffe #n then jose (yes that's the monke's name. thanks french rhythm paradise megamix) just. never appeared again #n the camera just focused on a random giraffe #in donut remix it has funnier results tbh cuz then the camera just. rapidly scrolls forward-#in see-saw the first few high jumps just had a random stretch of black void on top #must've had too much momentum after phasing through the floor so much-

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thelightofthepast · 4 months

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The Acrobats,

Also called "The Wounded Child", is an oil-on-canvas painting by Gustave Doré created in 1874.

It represents a family of acrobats mourning the death of their male child, who is cradled in his mother's arms. The father watches the scene with deep sadness and guilt.

The mother, who appears to be of Roma origins, could have tried to predict the future of the child with the cards spread in front of her. The animals are all watching the scene sadly except the owl, possibly representing the parents' neglicence.

The painting recalls the Christian iconography of the pietà: Virgin Mary mourning Christ, her son, before his burial.

#art #historical #history #painting #france #french #acrobats #gustave doré #doré #symbolism

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prokopetz · 6 months

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One of my most vivid memories of high school is my French class's teacher angrily bellowing "L'APOSTROPHE" in a thick Québécois accent. For the life of me I cannot recall why he was so pissed off about apostrophes – I just have this contextless memory of him doing an acrobatic fucking pirouette off the handle over a punctuation mark.

#life #school #swearing

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suqupixufag · 2 years

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qingxin-dream · 9 months

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“The Afterparty”

summary | lyney is the face of fontaine’s entertainment industry, stealing hearts with every flourish of his magic. however, in the night, lyney tends to entertain a different kind of crowd.

warnings | written pre-4.0, ooc lyney, light yandere themes (stalking/manipulation/obsession), a sprinkle of smut (creampie/implied dubcon) [18+, MDNI], brief mention of drugs/alcohol, reader is neutral but wears a dress, lyney uses a little french

genre | yandere, slight smut

word count | 1.6k

pairing | lyney x reader

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It’s no mystery that the Great Magician of Fontaine is a man of many talents. His shows are famous across Teyvat for their grandeur and flare. Beautiful venues draped in red curtains frame the scene before a sea of velvety theater seats, skilled acrobats maneuver themselves among rings suspended in the air. Blazes of fire erupt from the stage dramatically. A master of misdirection, the audience falls for his tricks every time as he effortlessly makes the impossible possible.

Lyney is incredibly perceptive. He knows how to read people, as a showman can read his audience, a small smug smile crinkling the corner of his eyes if you’re paying attention. It’s an art form—the way he flips through the pages of your soul, licking his fingers to reveal the next juicy detail with ease. Rarely ever does anyone truly surprise someone as cynical as him, who has been personally privy to the vile nature of the Fatui.

A life of fame is never kind to anyone. The planning and training for shows is incredibly rigorous. Executing the stunts in front of a live audience is equally thrilling and terrifying. Without fail, the crowd is mesmerized and the show ends in a shower of roses and marriage proposals. Rinse and repeat. Though, this is only what Lyney allows the public to know of him.

It’s after hours, when the theater is empty and the stage is dim, when the mask begins to slip.

Lyney is the lead, the star, and as such he maintains his appearance by rubbing elbows with the elite of Fontaine. You’d never catch him amid the nightlife of the city, no. You wouldn’t believe the sheer grandeur of the dazzling, flamboyant parties thrown every night at the country’s largest mansions.

It was Arlecchino who insisted that he attends these lavish parties, rampant with the city’s darkest vices between drugs, alcohol, and sex. But Lyney is a cynical man, so this much is to be expected of wealthy aristocrats.

It was all a façade, couldn’t they see? It sickened him, how gullible people were and how obsessed they were with status. Not to mention the inevitable hordes of women who threw themselves at him.

Nevertheless, Lyney played the game well and with a bewitching, handsome smile. Eventually he had learned to take pleasure in this little game.

As fate would have it, you let your friend convince you to crash one of these extravagant parties with them. You had heard whispers of what takes place at night behind the golden gates of Fontaine’s richest residences. Why wouldn’t you want to have a taste of the finest wine, dressed in designer, getting lost in the magnificent corridors of a packed mansion of partygoers?

It’s something straight from the movies.

You emerged from the bushes to sneak inside, which wasn’t that difficult surprisingly. You wore your best dress, not knowing what to expect. It was a floor length, silky black dress with a sexy slit that traveled all the way up to your mid-thigh. You had a lovely string of pearls dangling from your pretty neck. A classic choice.

Unfortunately for you, Lyney is a man who is extremely attentive to his surroundings. After all, an illusionist must be a master of his environment as well. The moment he spots you, a mere reflection of something new and fascinating for him to discover, he gravitates to you smoothly.

“Mm, I don’t believe we’ve met,” his voice is an alluring, a well-practiced approach. Before you could even answer, Lyney had already taken note of your little mannerisms and nuances just in these few passing moments. He had already adjusted the figurative mirrors of misdirection in this little trick, assuring your undivided attention.

You glance to your friend, who isn’t there. Oh. You had been cornered without even the opportunity to explore the party.

More of a wallflower type, you found yourself struggling to conjure up a confident answer. You were acutely aware of who this gentleman is, and his egotistical demeanor was already a huge turn off.

“Don’t tell me you don’t know who I am,” he chuckled lightheartedly, yet there was a peculiar undertone hidden beneath. It was hard to place. He kisses your hand. “Lyney, the Great Magician.”

You withdrew your hand, unable to hide the way your eyebrows crinkled together with disinterest. Perhaps you should’ve been more prepared for these guests to be more brazen and unapologetic when they see something—or someone—they want.

Taking no for an answer is not even in the realm of possibility for these people.

The party continued on, gorgeous partygoers dancing and drinking to their heart’s content. All the while, Lyney kept his eyes trained on you. It wasn’t necessarily out of admiration; rather, it was curiosity. Why didn’t you bat your eyelashes at him like a good girl? Bite your lip when he kissed your hand?

He followed you like a ghost, slinking through the crowd tactfully to observe you. You were a rare creature indeed. None of the other women could hold a candle to you. Archons, he felt this unsettling churning in his stomach everyone your glimmering irises met his. His heart would tense instantaneously, threatening to explode within his chest.

You saw through Lyney from the moment he kissed your hand, and he hated it.

Through the night, you both danced this delicate tango around the massive mansion, a palpable tension tethering him to you. He was equally appalled and fascinated by you, never wasting any opportunity to slip in an innocent question or two to learn about you.

“A beautiful lady like you in a place like this… Do you feel lost in Wonderland yet, Alice?” Lyney had persuaded you to follow him to an unoccupied balcony, closing the French doors behind him.

He stalks toward you, his soft lavender irises cool and calculated. In an ashy flourish of embers, a deck of onyx cards materialized in his gloved hands. It had taken all evening, but just enough wine had passed beyond your lips to give Lyney the opportunity to disarm you.

“Not scared of a little fire, are you, love?” His voice was warm and inviting as a hearth, though it held a hint of mischief like that of a crackling inferno. Each mysterious card in his hand is shuffled with a distinct flick.

You were much more susceptible to his charm now more than ever, allowing him to weave glittering silk strands of harmless sweet nothings to entice you. Had you taken a step back, you would’ve seen the web for what it is. The grand reveal was imminent.

“Now, now, don’t fret. I won’t let anything harm you, chérie,” Lyney chuckles lightheartedly, as if he hadn’t been playing and pawing at you like a cat ready to pounce all night.

Your poor little breath hitched at every whisper and touch he gifted you. It started by fatefully picking the Queen of Hearts from his custom deck of cards. You should’ve known better. Maybe you should’ve picked the one next to it. Maybe it wouldn’t have mattered.

Lyney’s lilac eyes spark with intrigue at your choice. How fitting. Had you paid any attention to the magician’s sneaky maneuvers, you would have seen that every card in the deck was from the suite of Hearts.

The illusion of choice.

He takes this as an opportunity to step closer, his hands reaching forward. Your chest is beating wildly, begging for relief from how he intoxicates you with just a flutter of his long lashes.

Lyney rests his hands on the marble railing on either side of your hips, drinking in your anticipation, your fear, and your desire. A small, smug smirk pulls at the corner of his pretty lips. He takes the liberty of helping you meet his gaze by bringing his wrist to his mouth, white teeth tugging to remove his glove. Your body feels weightless when he lifts your chin with his bare index finger and thumb.

The Great Magician would argue that he took extreme precautions to ensure the success of this escapade. It was all carefully calculated and orchestrated according to his whim. He had you exactly where he wanted you, blissfully unaware of how deep these exhilarating feelings for you had rooted themselves into his guarded heart.

“Do you feel the magic in my fingertips? Hehe, tonight’s show will be a private event for only for you, mon trésor.”

The night was a blur. Fading in and out of consciousness, one moment you were dancing with him in empty halls and the next you were enveloped in his embrace against a wall. Lyney would pin your hands above your head before pushing you onto the bed, catapulting you into his next breathtaking trick like one of the acrobats in his show.

The silhouettes of your frames were shadowed in the moonlight that bathed the sheets in silver. Lyney skillfully unzipped your dress. Clothes fell to the wayside, vanishing in a flourish of passion. There was no denying it. He had to have you, and you were such a willing participant in his performance.

Of course, the wealthy partygoers were none the wiser, the echoes of pleasure the Great Magician was able to rip from your lungs were easily deafened by the music of their own opulent fantasies.

What is a magician if not an artist who must mark what is rightfully his—painting your womb with a decadent display, a growl escaping his throat.

However, Lyney is a perfectionist. When he catches a glimpse of his seed spilling out of you, he is quick to stuff his slender fingers into your overstimulated hole and seal the masterpiece with a final kiss on your bruised lips.

“Magnifique…” ❤️

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! my masterlist.

#[opulent dreams].✿#[dreams of delusion].✿#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin yandere #genshin smut #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #yandere lyney #lyney smut

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best-birdnamed-blorbo-bracket · 5 months

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Lesgles:

he's so silly. unluckiest guy in 1830s france and he still is a happy dude. every single misfortune you can name has probably happened to him. he lost all his hair by 25. my guy does not care about his bad luck he just vibes. the fandom loves him and so do i <3

Dick:

The original bird boy and owner of my heart. He’s doubly bird with his Nightwing alias

he's the original robin & the first sidekick to ever exist :3 one of the most iconic bird-named supers out there !!also he's an acrobat known for doing fancy flips & tricks and jumping around gotham rooftops so while he can't fly he does come pretty close.

He started the trend of bird names for half the Bats! He's also an aerialist and spends a lot of time in the air for someone who cannot technically fly. Also he is consistently referred to as one of the best and most reliable heroes in the DC universe.

Lesgles is an alternate spelling of L'Aigle, which means The Eagle, in french.

#tournament poll #best bird blorbo bracket #les miserables #dc comics

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sleepisoverrated · 2 months

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My headcanons about Dick Grayson

Dick Grayson is smart.

Like I hate it when they make him a dumb bimbo, he's hot yes he knows it, but he also has been hacking into the Pentagon for fun since he was ten, survived Spyral and several almost apocalypses. I know it's cannon since no Bat is dumb, but some fics, SOME FICS, make him look like he never went to school.

Dick Grayson knows so many languages.

I assume due to the fact that he grew up in a traveling circus he already knew a lot of languages(even if his english was bad when his parents died), but due to being robin and Bruce Wayne's ward he learned basically all major languages on Earth( and some alien) like Romani, German, French, Russian, English, Italian, Greek, Spanish, Irish, Finish, Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Indian, Latin, backwards speech(Zatara), Tamoranian(i think that's how you spell it), Kryptonian, speedster(when speedsters talk super fast) and so on.

Dick Grayson has at least some immunity against Fear toxin(Ft), Joker venom(Jv).

And most of the other poisons due to constant exposure since he was 9, also when he was younger there were no antidotes for Ft and Jv so he learned how to ride them out without a sound. (You can't tell me it hasn't fucked him up somehow, like a 9 y/o being constantly exposed to these things HAS to have some consequences and while he has his immunity I also think he has extreme anxiety( like all the bats a.k.a. Bat paranoia) and constant panic attacks(next headcanon))

Dick Grayson is a master at controlling his body.

Besides the fact that he probably learned acrobatics before he could walk and was a stage performer(always smiled even if the performance got off the rails) I also think he has taught himself complete control of his body due to far too many close calls. He learned to control each muscle individually for combat under high-stress situations(where he most needs that control). This had a side effect of him being able to control his face muscle/expressions and body language. He became the best actor there will ever be, because he can keep a smile on his face even if he is in excruciating pain, he can look completely calm and relaxed even though he is having a panic attack and the opposite is true as well he can look completely terrified even though he is amused. Because of this you need to know him extremely well to tell if he's in distress(the only people so far are Alfred, Damian and Slade(he's obsessed))

Anyway if you want more of the headcanon's just say, Nightwing is one of my favourite characters I can rant about him much longer.

#dick grayson #batman #nightwing #robin #dc headcanon #nightwing headcanon #dc fandome #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #dc fanon

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postcard-from-the-past · 4 months

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