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when-i-wake-if · 5 days

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It has been 18 years since humanity was brought to the truth that monsters, creatures and deities they were all too sure were myths are in fact real well most of them anyway with these new realizations comes new mysteries, problems and hope but dawn (MC 1) never paid too much attention to it but after the death of their father they have been sent reeling the perfect life they had crumbling slowly forcing them into positions they never would have dreamed of. their life colliding and slowly meshing into the unknown creature's deeper darker world. Across the city in a dingy alley badly hurt dusk (MC 2) awakes to no memories other than their name and something they were told that stung like a dagger in their heart for some reason. As Dusk tries to make sense of what is happening they somehow fall into a rabbit hole of crime, mysteries and dark truths all because they are trying to find out who they are and how they ended up in that alley

~Customize your MCs looks, gender identity, clothing style and name

~ Choose your legal job! (Dawn starts the game with a certain job but that job doesn't stay long)

~ Make deals that will change the course of your life

~Customize your room and apartment aesthetic style

~As Dawn manage the relationship with your mother, your ex your, past relationship and current feelings about your dead dad. As Dusk unravels your past try to figure out what happened to you or set It all aside and attempt to make a new life for yourself

~Romance 4 different characters for both MCs and hey if you want to romance a god as one or both MCs!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

"Hellooo how is my favourite co-worker! I brought you your favourite drink, I'm amazing! I know~"

Description ~ Short coily dark brown hair, lean build with a Bronze complexion, dark green eyes, Nubian nose, Xyr height is 5’11, Xe has a full tattoo sleeve on Xes right arm and a tattoo on the side of Xyr neck when outside of work Xeno tends to wear ripped black jeans, no sleeve neck length shirt, runners and a bunch of rings, necklaces and one stud earring.

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

"Please! Don't be scared i mean you no harm le-let me explain"

Description ~ Shoulder-length ginger hair that is curled at the tips, She has a chubby build and pale skin, greyish blue eyes, a button nose, height if she could stand on the floor would be 5’3, freckles kiss her face and shoulders, she forever dressed in a light blue tea length swing dress and stockings with a pair of black flats, adorned in pearl earrings and necklace, to most she appears slightly translucent

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

"Oh, sweetheart are you okay? please don't cry how about a rose? will that give you back your pretty little smile"

Description ~ Chin length afro-textured dark brown hair, Slim build and ebony complexion, Dark red eyes, button nose, height 5’7, outside of work they typically wear wide cuff pants, cropped blouse with a sweetheart collar, 4-inch heels or black dress shoes, round glasses, realistic heart shaped earrings, ruby necklace, silver rings

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

"Well maybe if you watched or read the news more you would know how shitty it is, for people who aren't human like you."

Description ~ bleached white shoulder-length hair, lean build light brown complexion, black sclera and piercing yellow iris, flat nose height being 5'7, scales litter their body colours mainly being yellow and orange with some red ones sprinkled in, typically wears graphic tees , with a worn-out black bomber jacket, cargo pants and platform boots

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

"Is it truly a lie or is it just not the truth you want to hear. darling, you have so much to learn"

Description~ Long straight black hair that reaches past their ass typically in some kind of intricate hairstyle with silver jewellery woven in, curvy build with a tanned complexion, pale white eyes, roman nose, height 8,5 when not forced to dress modestly they are always wearing a short dress with a marabou robe or a satin robe and six-inch heels, adorned in many silver bracelets, necklaces, rings and flower earrings and they have belly button piercing

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

"you should watch where you going around here kid someone will end up killing you if you are not careful"

Description ~ Shoulder length wavy dark green hair so dark it almost appears black Sire's hair always seems to look wet/damp, he has a dad bod and Ivory complexion, black eyes, Greek nose, His height is on the slightly shorter side standing at 5’4, usually wearing black leather pants, dress shoes and a button up shirt that never fully buttoned up

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

"you are so adorable I could eat you up~ how about I buy you a drink gorgeous"

Description ~ Mid back length black goddess braids, Athletic Swimmer build and Dark brown complexion with dark blueish grey scales scattered about, piercing grey eyes, Flat nose, height 6’2, a large scar down the middle of their chest, gills most noticeable upon their neck, outside of work they typically wear cargo pants, muscle shirt, converse shoes, a gold locket, dangle earrings, spectrum piercing

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

"Plan?? I never said I had a plan did I? ...oh well I didn't but don't worry I can get us out of this"

Description ~ Short messy dirty blonde hair, muscular build and tan complexion, amber eyes, Greek nose though it has obviously been broken in the past, scar along the right of their jaw, freckles speckled over his face, height 6’0, typically wears work boots, jeans and a muscle shirt with a flannel jacket

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

"pay me back? how about you let me eat you and I'll take that as your repayment I'm quite hungry and you're starting to irritate me"

Description ~ Messy straight chin length black hair with strands of grey hairs throughout, skinny build and pale olive and appears slightly greeny yellowish, black eyes, hawk nose, the height of 5'6 the left corner of her mouth is carved away revealing most of their teeth and flesh and their left hands pinky and ring finger are just bone the surrounding area seems to have a hideous burn scar though he typically covers it up by wearing white gloves, black turtle neck, beige torn pants and two different pairs of dirty runners

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How do you climb up from rock bottom what are you willing to do. to sacrifice. to find out the truth what will you do when you get those truths what if they aren't what you expected or wanted will you help others or push the world aside? how far is too far to achieve your goals

Demo: TBA || My other IF || Charater Portaits: coming soon

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shewhoworshipscarlin · 3 months

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Earlene Dennis Brown

Earlene Dennis Brown, a three-time Olympian, was the first African American woman to win a medal in the shot put. Throughout her life Brown excelled in a variety of sports, gaining attention, recognition, and honors. She is the only shot-putter to compete in three consecutive Olympics (1956, 1960, 1964). Brown won Olympic bronze for Women’s shot put in 1960; was Amateur Athletic Union Champion in shot put (1956-62, 1964); won Amateur Athletic Union Championship, discus (1958-59, 1961); won gold medal in shot put, silver medal in discus, USA-USSR dual meet (1958); was shot put and discus champion, Pan-American Games (1959); and placed 12th in shot put, Tokyo Olympics (1964).

Earlene Dennis, born July 11, 1935, in Latexo, Texas to Espenola Tillis Dennis, a domestic servant, and Willie Dennis, a semipro baseball player with the Negro League in Texas. When her parents separated in 1938, Dennis remained with her mother and they moved to Los Angeles in 1945. Dennis’s mother married Julius Walker in 1946. Dennis attended Jordan High School in South Central Los Angeles, where she excelled in track and field. Her athletic ability was noticed by many, including Adeline Valdez, Dennis’s high school gym teacher, Josephine Spearman, and Coach Clarence Mackey, who tried to get her to compete in the Helsinki Olympics (in 1952 in Helsinki, Finland). Valdez is credited with putting the first discus in Dennis’ hands while her history teacher taught her to shot put. Before competing in shot put and discus, Dennis anchored the relay team.

In 1956, Brown finished in the top ten in the shot put and the discus. In 1958 Brown received the #1 world ranking and became the first American to break the 50-foot barrier. Brown won gold medals in the shot put as well as discus events at the Pan American Games in 1959. At the Tokyo Olympics in 1964 Brown placed 12th in the shot put.

Brown retired from the shot put competition in 1965. The same year she took up another sport, roller derby. Brown’s career in skating began as a blocker for the New York Bombers.

In 1975, Brown retired from all athletic ventures and worked as a beautician to provide for herself and family. On May 1, 1983, Earlene Dennis Brown passed away in Compton, California at the age of 47. On December 1, 2005, Earlene Brown was posthumously inducted in the National Track and Field Hall of Fame by the USA Track and Field (USATF) Association during the Jesse Owens Awards and the Hall of Fame Induction Ceremony in Jacksonville, Florida.

#athlete #historical #black history month

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paperbackribs · 5 months

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A Tarnished Copper Boy

Previous | Next Last chapter, it was Spring Break 1986, Vecna was vanquished but Steve mysteriously disappeared when he touched the gate in Eddie's trailer.

Chapter 2: The Sentinel

Fall 1984

Eddie slams his school bag against the side of the couch before falling onto its worn cushions, huffing. It’s only day one into his repeat of senior year and he already wants to quit.

Today had been an unending exercise in patience after walking through the wide doors of Hawkins High, while also pretending not to experience the wash of humiliation for failing to graduate last year. Already thinking that he looks older and certainly feels older than most of the student body.

He'd caught glances from the former juniors too. Typically, being seen as the resident freak wouldn’t get to Eddie. He likes to court that sort of attention every now and then.

But the knowledge that he’s returned due to his own fuck up turned their scrutiny into tiny, pointed daggers stabbing across his back. It made his skin crawl and his van had squealed out of the parking lot minutes after the final bell rang.

An image of Wayne’s hopeful face fills his vision and Eddie’s head falls back against the arm with a groan. He had promised Wayne that he would try again and there is nothing he wouldn’t do for his uncle.

Glaring at the open bag, Eddie decides however that he doesn’t need to tackle it all immediately. Day one, he reasons to himself, pulling out his campaign notebook and pushing The Great Gatsby further into the depths of his backpack.

The scratch of his pen on paper is the only sound in the trailer as Eddie details his new idea about a township under siege. Afternoon sunlight spills past the curtains hanging on the window, the warm glow of it creating a soothing space as he determinedly forgets his day. Eddie faintly notes from its frantic barking that the Hamilton’s dog has spotted a cat when his calm is shattered.

A falling object slams from the ceiling to the floor. The thud echoes through the trailer and shudders under Eddie’s seat.

Pulse jumping in surprise he scrambles away from the moaning intruder sprawled face-down on the carpet. What the fuck, Eddie thinks, head whipping around in increasing shock, urgently looking for where the man had come from.

He’s half crouched, eyeing the front door, when the man struggles to push up onto his hands and knees, back facing Eddie. “Why’d you move the mattress?” He calls out irately.

The surprise of such a non-sequitur briefly knocks Eddie out of his fear and he peers closer, trying to make sense of this strange turn to his afternoon.

He’s just had a moment to take in the back of mud-splattered pants and a brown leather bomber jacket before the man bellows, “Christ!” He plunges to his side, kicking his legs in pain. “Shitting Christ,” he hisses, clutching at his sides. “Like a thousand fucking needles.”

The genuine pain in his voice has Eddie pausing from his bent position, warily watching and surprising himself as he asks, “Are you okay, man?” He immediately slaps a hand to his forehead: what idiot is concerned for the wellbeing of their home invader?

“Yeah,” the man eventually groans, rolling over onto his back and slowing his breathing. He gingerly rises, propping one hand behind him for support and running fingers through thick bronze locks. “Just a bad landing, is all,” Steve Harrington says in the middle of Eddie’s trailer.

Eddie absently wonders whether it’s his head tilting to the side or if it’s the world spiralling that has the ground swaying under him so abruptly. Either way, it does nothing to distract from the shock that’s rung through him like a slap to the face.

Steve’s eyes suddenly lock on Eddie and, bizarrely, a shadow of concern clouds his expression. “Shit,” he rushes to his knees, darting to hover over him, his palms raised like he doesn’t know where to touch first. “Are you okay? You shouldn’t be moving like that.”

Steve pushes him gently against the couch and, just as bizarrely, Eddie simply… lets him. The surprise of this entire situation numbing him into a blank compliance.

Steve presses his hands against the sides of Eddie’s torso, the warmth of it scalding through his thin shirt, before frowning and shaking his head. “No, it was…” He redirects his attention, staring intently at Eddie’s lap before starting to pat large palms against his legs. He frowns, “Where’s the blood?”

But it’s Steve’s thumb moving against the inside of his thigh—the intimacy of the inadvertent gesture—that finally jolts Eddie out of his shock and he slaps at Steve’s roving fingers with one hand and uses the other to push him away.

Unprepared for Eddie’s hasty resistance, Steve falls on his backside with an oomph, arms splaying behind him to keep himself upright. His face is one long crease, mouth downturned and brows furrowed. “Where are your injuries?” He asks urgently, eyes darting over Eddie’s exposed neck and collarbones.

“What injuries?” Eddie asks in exasperation, feeling like he’s going out of his mind.

Steve leans urgently forward, gesturing with a frantic hand. “The bats, man. You’re— that is, you were pumping blood out of those bites just a second ago. I thought Robin was going to puke if she had to look under your bandage one more time. Robin—” His head swivels, turning and twisting, trying to find—Eddie assumes—this Robin.

Under his warm tan, Steve pales even as his breathing picks up. “Where’s Robin? What about Dustin? Why—” His head snaps to the ceiling in a way that has Eddie wincing in sympathetic pain. He follows his eyeline but all he can see is the normal plain beige above them, and that small water stain that looks like Australia in the corner.

Steve’s wide eyes shoot back to Eddie, panic clear in their depths as they frantically take in every detail. He shifts back onto his knees, slowly reaching out to touch the end of Eddie’s hair, now long enough to just brush his shoulders. His fingers tremble. “Your hair, it’s so short. And…” He swallows, the gulp audible in the silence of the room, “You’re okay. The trailer is okay.”

He trails off, gaze turning inward before focusing on the curl pinched between his fingertips. “It hasn’t happened yet, has it.”

Steve’s face is inches from his own, enough that Eddie can feel the warmth of his breath as it washes over his skin. He’s not keen on how Steve’s invading his personal space but doesn’t have it in him to push someone away when they are so clearly freaking out.

The guy looks like he’s teetering on the edge of a full-blown panic attack. And the last thing he needs is some jock losing his mind in Eddie’s home; though, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s talked someone down from a bad trip.

Eddie sighs, he may not like or even really know Steve, but he doesn’t want to see him suffer either. “Steve,” Eddie says gently, trying to break through the fog clouding his expression, “What’d you take, man?”

That’s the first thing to figure out: has he been mixing with drinks, is it some bad shrooms, or a paranoid spiral from getting too baked? Eddie’s thinking something along the lines of acid if the guy is hallucinating bats big enough to take down a fully grown man.

Steve snorts, a bit of colour returning to his face as he drops Eddie’s curls, leaning back onto his heels. “No, man. I’m not high.” His head tilts back as he spears his fingers through his hair and Eddie struggles not to look too closely at the smooth skin stretched over his neck or the pretty little moles dotted across it.

“Not high, but I feel a little out of my mind. I think…” He curses, still staring up at the ceiling like it’s an oracle about to unveil otherworldly guidance. “I think I’m not in the right place or the right—” He stops like he can’t say it.

Eddie shifts uneasily against the couch. For the most part, Steve seems in his right mind, even if the contents of what he’s saying don’t make much sense.

His gaze narrowing, Eddie finally realises that the man in front of him also looks very different from the high school junior of last year. He appears roughed up, for one thing, with smudges of dirt smeared across a cheek and under his chin. And his jaw looks sharper and hair longer, more 70’s rebel than 1950’s greaser.

“The ‘right’ what?” Eddie asks softly, figuring it won’t hurt to play along and understand what’s making Steve stop and start his sentences like a stalling engine.

Plus, he’s sort of intrigued by this rugged version of the prep jock that he’s used to seeing in the hallways. The dissonance was disorientating at first, but he can’t deny that it’s a good look on him.

Steve gazes at Eddie’s shoulder-length hair again, dropping his eyes to the backpack against the couch that’s half open and spilling onto the floor, his school notepad and maths textbook peeking through. “Remind me, Eddie. What grade are you in right now?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, trying to think if they had any classes together today to justify the annoyance that runs through him. If nothing else, a returning senior is still noteworthy he thinks a little bitterly. “Come on, Harrington. It’s day one of our final year, don’t tell me you’ve checked out this early.”

“Right,” Steve nods to himself, Eddie’s irritation not even registering. “1984. You were at the desk in front of me in Click's. I’d catch you drawing your characters and monsters for Hellfire rather than taking notes.”

Eddie’s eyebrows fly up in surprise, “You know about Hellfire?”

Steve takes in Eddie’s expression, a slow smile spreading across his face. “Yeah man, my kids love that club.” He rolls up to his feet in an easy movement that has Eddie vaguely jealous.

Standing tall above Eddie with one hand curled around his hip he looks like he’s about to outline the Tiger’s new gameplan, Steve continues to explain, “I was a bit jealous at first, but Dustin loves it and really that’s what matters, right? Dustin…” He snaps his fingers, lips firming, “He’ll know what’s going on.”

“Uh, you might be thinking of some other club then, because we don’t have a Dustin,” Eddie says.

Steve’s smile deepens, a small secretive thing like he’s laughing at a joke that Eddie may not know but oddly he doesn’t feel like it’s at his expense either. “No, not yet. You’ll love him though.” He hums thoughtfully, “It’s hard not to like the little butthead. Hey, you have the van yet?”

Eddie blinks from the abrupt change of topic and at Steve as he unerringly strides to the space on the wall by the front door. “Yeah?” He says, confused as Steve plucks the Chevrolet’s chain from the hooks where he and Wayne keep their keys.

It’s out in the open so Eddie’s not exactly shocked that Steve went there first, but his confidence at finding the location in one go is weird.

Eddie supposes the ghoul figurine that he had painted and tailored to work as a key chain makes it even more obvious since Steve Harrington apparently knows about Dungeons and Dragons and thus can guess that the monster hanging on the hook is likely Eddie’s.

Eddie, who he has noticed in class. Or will. He’s not sure about the whole thing concerning Mrs Click’s class since they didn’t have history today.

The jarring difference between Steve’s words against reality must be the reason that Eddie feels a half step behind, which is also why it takes a moment to launch into action when Steve twirls the key ring around one blunt finger before stepping out of the trailer. The screen door slaps shut behind him.

“Hey!” Eddie calls out, scrambling after him only to find that Steve is waiting outside. He moves Eddie gently down the steps with his hands around his biceps before turning to close the door. After the quiet snick of the lock turning, he presses the keys into Eddie’s hand. “Give me a lift?”

Eddie closes his gaping mouth and nods dumbly. Sure, why not, he thinks, swallowing down a giggle at the ridiculous circus his afternoon has devolved into. Steve jogs over to the unlocked van door and launches himself onto the passenger seat, wincing and grabbing at his side with a soft curse.

Eddie frowns as he follows him into the driver’s side, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

Steve just smiles, pushing a hand back to rap against the passenger window, “You should lock your car door, man. It’d be pretty easy to hotwire, right?”

Staring at Steve, whose tongue is firmly in his cheek and looking less lost and more amused, Eddie wonders aloud, “What is even happening right now?”

“Ignore me,” Steve shakes his head, eyes glimmering with humour. “Can you get to Piney Wood Drive off of Church Street?”

Eddie nods slowly, not completely sure about why he’s allowing himself to be directed by Steve’s whims. He thinks that a sort of morbid curiosity for this mystery is pulling him along like metal fillings drawn to a shiny magnet.

“Sure,” he finally answers, turning the key. Judas Priest blasts from the stereo and Rob Halford growls about the growing storm. Eddie reverses off the gravel while Steve reaches over to turn the volume down, but surprisingly doesn’t flick it off.

Steve doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looking out at the blur of houses past the window and tapping his finger against the car door in time with the beat. “Is this Ozzy?” He asks.

Eddie blinks at the stop sign they’ve paused at, “You know Black Sabbath?” Has his soul left his body? Maybe Eddie’s the one tripping balls back at home because surely Steve doesn’t know Black Sabbath.

“Not really,” Steve chuckles. “I just know he’s pretty metal — bit a bat onstage, right?”

Again with the bats. “You have a thing for small flying marsupials?” Eddie turns left onto Highland Drive, slowing down as an older couple cross the middle of the street. “I don’t think they are. Marsupials, that is.” Steve gestures to his stomach, “No, uh, pouches, right?”

Eddie reroutes his thoughts to safer, saner places than a world where he’s being taught species characteristics by someone he’s fairly sure he’s not exchanged two words with before today. He decides to flip the script instead, “No, this is Judas Priest. The Sentinel.”

“Is that a D&D reference?”

Eddie huffs in disbelief, “No, it’s the song title. It’s about a protector that’s ready to defend against any threat. He’s pretty badass, has blades and everything.”

“Sounds like D&D,” Steve snorts as Eddie turns down Church Street.

Eddie inclines his head, “Touche. Now, where are we heading?�� Steve directs him to the top of the incline on Piney Wood Drive where a cluster of birch trees surround a wide, single-storey house. The peaks of the roof charmingly peer out between the tall, white trunks like a little hobbit home.

And it’s as the house’s entrance swings open—Eddie helpless to do anything but follow behind Steve at this point—that he finds himself in front of a little hobbit as well.

A pipsqueak pulls the door back with a demanding sort of energy, his face is framed by tight brown curls shoved under a blue and white baseball cap and when he opens his mouth to speak, Eddie sees that his top front teeth are missing. “Steve?”

“Dustin!” Steve steps forward and roughly pulls the kid into his arms. Dustin’s expression looks like an echo of Eddie’s earlier bewilderment, but he gingerly reaches a small hand up to awkwardly pat him on the back.

Steve hangs there for an extra second before roughly clearing his throat and standing up again, though his hand continues to rest on Dustin’s shoulder. “Buddy,” he says, “You’ve got to help me out here: I’m a freaking time traveller.”

(This will have a similiar release schedule to The Gift, with Ao3 always updated first :) )

Tag list under the cut

My taglist is always open, so let me know if you want to be added. Likewise, if you want to be removed, let me know. :)

@bookworm0690, @cinnamon-mushroomabomination, @ellietheasexylibrarian, @finntheehumaneater, @goodolefashionedloverboi, @hallucinatedjosten, @just-a-tiny-void, @ledleaf, @littlewildflowerkitten, @manda-panda-monium, @mightbeasleep, @nburkhardt, @newtstabber, @stillfullofshit, @tartarusknight

#steddie #time travel #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #a tarnished copper boy #paperbackribs writing

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ca-dmv-bot · 1 year

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Customer: BRONZ BOMBERS….NY YANKEES BASEBALL DMV: BOMBER? Verdict: DENIED

#California license plate with text BRX BOMR #bot #ca-dmv-bot #california #dmv #funny #government #lol #public records

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quadrant-horror-stories · 3 days

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Kimkit Suragi is a deeply complex character, and {8} at times I do wish people analyzed him {8} outside of his role for Harryy Dubois. His {8} unique position of being one of the only {8} olives working as a deathtective amongst a sea {8} of bluebloods is narratively interesting, especially when you {8} factor in the fact that he's forsaking his {8} lowblood identity in order to be folded into {8} the homogeny of the empire, facing prejudice while {8} enforcing it so brutally to uphold it, it's {8} interesting to see him act like that. Of {8} course, this is ignoring the blatant rebel sympathy {8} he upholds, the fact he wears a summoner {8} bronze bomber jacket from a crushed rebellion, it's {8} clear to see that he's a man who {8} cares deeply for deltus, but he put his {8} loyalties behind a empire that could never care {8} for him. But, we must have our yaoi {8}, so we will flatten his character alongside Dubois {8} in order to make them kiss. I do {8} enjoy the quadblurring subtext the two hold, but {8} must we only focus on that?

#the seeing eye #frankly. troll disco elysium is a piece of {8} art and I understand this is the fandom {8} website but please. Do not define this-#-lowblood {8} by his relationships

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m4gzv5 · 3 months

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Retro futurism Chic

"Retro Futurism Chic" - a style that seamlessly blends vintage aesthetics with futuristic elements, capturing the essence of past eras while embracing the innovation of tomorrow.

For Boys:

Tailored suits in bold colors or retro patterns

Polo shirts with geometric prints

High-waisted trousers with suspenders

Metallic bomber jackets

Retro sneakers with modern accents

Vintage-inspired eyeglasses with a futuristic twist

For Girls:

A-line dresses with metallic finishes

Retro-inspired blouses with futuristic details

High-waisted skirts in vibrant colors

Holographic trench coats

Platform shoes with retro flair

Statement jewelry featuring geometric shapes and LED lights

Color Palette:

Bold primary colors like red, blue, and yellow

Metallic tones such as silver, gold, and bronze

Holographic finishes with iridescent hues

Hair & Makeup:

Retro hairstyles like victory rolls or bouffants with metallic hair accessories

Futuristic makeup looks with metallic eyeshadows, bold eyeliner, and iridescent highlighter

#retro #retro futurism #fashion #style #aesthetic #retrofuture #retro futuristic #1960s #vintage photography #1958 #50s #vintage #vintage style

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uppity-ape · 2 years

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THE BRONZE BOMBER IS BACK 💥

#deontay wilder #bronze bomber #sports #boxing #knockouts

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gijoe-forever · 1 year

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Throughout the life of the 3 3/4″ GI Joe series, there were scores of similar looking military lines. One of these look-alike series, Bronze Bombers, was produced by Olmec Toys, an African-American owned toy company. Olmec released several toylines through the 80’s and 90’s, all featuring African-American characters.

In 1994, Olmec obtained the rights to produce figures using actual Hasbro molds, and released a box set of twelve figures, sold exclusively at Toys R Us in 1997. Eight of the hero figures (called The Bronze Bombers) were made up of Hasbo bodies with new heads. The four villains (named the Pyros) were entirely Hasbro molds.

Crazeblaze, the leader of the villains, is a repaint of Darklon, and even included the original figure’s weapon. While Darklon had a very odd combination of colors, Crazeblaze has a simple two color paint scheme (presumably to cut costs). The result is a very attractive figure.

An interesting aspect of this series is the inclusion of filecards, and an attempt to create a story and characters. Crazeblaze is described as having caused havoc from an early age, and wanted to become a psychologist. When he was told that he was “mentally insufficient” his reaction was to begin setting fire to learning institutions. It doesn’t go into detail about how he became the leader of the group or how the explosion that disfigured his face occurred. Sure, it’s not a Larry Hama masterpiece of short exposition, but I have to give them credit for even trying.

The 1997 Bronze Bomber figures, although not an official Joe product, command a premium price. The combination of seldom used parts, along with some interestingly different color schemes certainly stir the interest of collectors looking for something out of the ordinary to add to their collection.

#gijoe #bronze bombers

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vikingpilot · 1 month

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Heyyyy...

If someone were to cosplay you...

What's your cannon design? Or at least details of your MC skin that you'd like to have acknowledged?

well. my main skin is the one i used in Dominion. I wear a bomber jacket with a fur/wool lining split between gold and light blue with jeans and split color goggles. the back has a viking helmet embroidered on it split between red and bronze. (or solid black). I wear a green compass around my neck.

#vikingpilot

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chic-a-gigot · 1 year

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La Mode nationale, no. 49, 11 décembre 1897, Paris. No. 9. — Groupe de toilettes. 1. — Modèle de Mme Rhinn, 20, rue de Berlin, Paris. 2. — Modèle de Mme Rhinn, 20, rue de Berlin, Paris. 3. — Modèle de Mme Buisson, 83, rue Lafayette, Paris. 4. — Modèle de Mmes Balmain soeurs, 46, rue Sainte-Anne, Paris. 5. — Modèle de Mme Bérard, 5, rue de Hanovre, Paris. 6. — Modèle de Mme Bérard, 5, rue de Hanovre, Paris. 7. — Modèle de Mme Foraillon, 165, rue Saint-Honoré, Paris. 8. — Modèle de Mme Pelletier-Vidal, 19, rue de la Paix, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Explications des gravures:

(1) Costume de voyage en lainage chiné vert bouteille. La jupe est cerclée de six galons de mohair disposés trois par trois. Corsage blouson, sans basques, ouvert sur un plastron de velours rouge. Grand revers de velours noir bordé de deux galons de mohair. À la manche, les biais forment chevrons au-dessous du bouillonné. Chapeau de feutre beige et ruban noir.

(1) Bottle green mottled woolen travel suit. The skirt is encircled with six mohair braid arranged three by three. Bomber bodice, without peplums, open on a red velvet plastron. Large black velvet lapel lined with two mohair stripes. On the sleeve, the biases form chevrons below the shirring. Beige felt hat and black ribbon.

Matériaux: 8 mètres de lainage.

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(2) Blouse de dîner ou de théâtre en taffetas clair voilé (sauf les manches) de dentelle rebrodée et pailletée. Jockeys de dentelle bordés d'un fronconné en mousseline de soie. Toque de velours caroubier ornée de roses pâles et de plumes.

(2) Dinner or theater blouse in light taffeta veiled (except the sleeves) with re-embroidered and spangled lace. Lace jockeys edged with a silk chiffon ruffle. Carob velvet toque decorated with pale roses and feathers.

Matériaux: 4 mètres de taffeta.

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(3) Toilette de dîner en soie rayée noir et à fleurettes ouvrant sur un plastron de mousseline de soie blanche froncée. Grand col de dentelle descendant jusque dans la ceinture. Ceinture et col en satin blanc.

(3) Dinner dress in black striped silk with flowers opening onto a pleated white silk muslin breastplate. Large lace collar down to the waistband. Belt and collar in white satin.

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(4) Corsage blouse haute nouveauté à basque courte, découpée en créneaux. Notre modèle, à la fois élégant et simple, est en taffetas, en surah ou en velours miroir. Large revers voilé de tulle brodé et bordé comme la basque et les jockeys de tulle noir plissé.

(4) Novelty high blouse bodice with short peplum, slotted cut. Our model, both elegant and simple, is in taffeta, surah or mirror velvet. Wide lapel veiled in embroidered tulle and edged like the basque and the jockeys in pleated black tulle.

Matériaux: 4 mètres de taffetas.

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(5) Toilette de visite en veloutine beige, au bas de la jupe, trois rouleaux de satin marron. Le corsage, orné de plis, ouvre en châle sur un plastron de taffetas blanc. Ce qui donne à cette toilette un joli cachet d'originalité et en relève la forme simple, c'est un col froncé en velours marron incrusté de guipure d'Irlande.

(5) Visiting ensemble in beige velvet, at the bottom of the skirt, three rolls of brown satin. The bodice, adorned with pleats, opens like a shawl over a white taffeta plastron. What gives this dress a nice cachet of originality and enhances its simple shape is a gathered collar in brown velvet inlaid with Irish guipure.

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(6) Robe de promenade en corkscrew vert olive agrémentée de tresses noire joliment disposées. Le corsage boléro a des manches plates d'un vert plus clair; il reproduit la garniture de la jupe et ouvre sur une chemisette en soie liberty vert clair.

(6) Olive green corkscrew promenade dress accented with beautifully arranged black braids. The bolero bodice has flat sleeves of a lighter green; it reproduces the trim of the skirt and opens onto a light green liberty silk blouse.

Matériaux: 7 mètres de corkscrew, 3m.50 de taffetas pur les manches et la chemisette.

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(7) Toilette de dîner en satin bronze ornée de broderies noires perlées. Manches avec plis. (Cette disposition est très en vogue.)

(7) Bronze satin dinner ensemble adorned with black beaded embroidery. Sleeves with pleats. (This layout is very fashionable.)

Matériaux: 14 mètres de satin.

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(8) Costume pour mariage, en satin bleu saphir. Un volant à tête coulissée orné la jupe avec un joli mouvement. Le corsage, entièrement froncé, est recouvert d'un boléro de forme nouvelle en velours saphir quadrillé de satin noir et de motifs de broderie. Manche coulissée et revers crispins.

(8) Suit for wedding, in sapphire blue satin. A slip-head ruffle adorns the skirt with lovely movement. The fully gathered bodice is covered with a newly shaped bolero in sapphire velvet squared with black satin and embroidery motifs. Drawstring sleeve and cuffs.

Matériaux: 15 mètres de satin, 1m.50 de velours.

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Some quick important information before we get to the ros descriptions!

Firstly I have lovely nicknamed the MCs to differentiate them easily

MC 1 is Dawn and when I mention them I will use Orange colour!

MC 2 is Dusk and their colour is Purple

Secondly, this game is technically a side project to @wanted-game-if and will update in shorter parts but will still probably be as long as my other IF

If you have any questions about the game, MCs or anything really feel free to send asks!!

Dawns ROs

Xeno || Xe/Xem || 21 || Human

Selena || She/Her || ?? || Ghost

Brier || He/Him or She/Her || Gender selectable|| 228 || Vampire

Míng || They/He || 30 || Dragon

Both MCs

Is || she/her, he/him or they/them || Gender selectable || ??? || Minor God of death {and dreams}

Dusks ROs

Sire || He/Him || 26 || Kelpie

Loralie || They/Them || 24 || Siren

Joshua || He/They || 20 || Werewolf

Z || She/He/They || ?? || Undead

So this isn't absolutely everything but it is the most prominent thing of their appearances

The synopsis for the story will be coming hopefully by the end of May along with some more technical side I hope for the demo to come out in late August or early September we will see how things go

#when i wake if #writing #romance options #romantic interest #twine game #if #interactive fiction #interactive game #twine if #twine wip #character design #character description #character details #appearances #Ros #if mc #ask me anything #asks open

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