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lunarxdaydream · 3 months
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"should i be worried that you know how to replicate fake blood this well? i probably should be, right?" ( Vice to Satine )
( halloween prompts )
"Youtube.", is her answer without so much as a second thought. A lie but hey, even she had her own tricks to keep. Not that she expected Vice to report back to Nolan or Talon. If there was anyone she could trust, it certainly was her friend and yet the risk was something she'd rather avoid.
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"It's amazing the amount of things you can learn there." Spoon swirls the mixture, watching the concoction thicken. Great, it's just about done! "Did you know about some of those weird coke experiments? You know, the ones where they keep testing that soda on a bunch of things to see what other reactions it might have -- and of course lecture on how it's not great but I'll be damned if I give it up."
Just talking about it made her crave one.
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laquietudeducornu · 1 year
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⸸ 𝔑𝔢 𝔊𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔪 ⸸
Sans rien reconnaître. D'un néant en toutes choses. Vide.
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Ⓒ photo : "Vanité" (anonyme, 1635-1640)
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bizarrobrain · 10 months
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"La Maison Diev" by Ad Nauseam - From "Nihil Quam Vacuitas Ordinatum Est" (2015)
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ichiigotsukii · 7 months
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@vacuitas showed their super cute WOL and it had me looking at some old pics of my baby boy Ehlia'za "Eliazer" Zoh. Feat the love of his life and husband, Yojiro Zoh (belonging to my partner in crime, @bottleofbabes).
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pwlanier · 1 year
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Vacuitas plenitas
Pérez Villalta, Guillermo
Tarifa (Cádiz), 1948/05/12
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Bilbao Museum
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madamhatter · 2 years
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Muse Body Language
BOLD ➝  always   /  usually  applies
ITALIC ➝  only  applies  situationally   /   sometimes  .
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DEFENSIVENESS.    
arms  crossed  on  chest  /  crossing  legs  /  fist-like  gestures  /  pointing  index  finger  / karate  chops  /  stiffening  of  shoulders  /  tense  posture  /  curling  of  lip  /  baring  of  teeth  .
REFLECTIVE.  
hand  to  face  gestures  /  head  tilted  /  stroking chin  /  peering  over   glasses  /  taking  glasses  off  —  cleaning  /  putting  earpiece  of  glasses  in  mouth  / pipe smoker  gestures  /  putting  hand  to  the  bridge  of  nose  /  pursed  lips  /  knitted  brows  .
SUSPICION.    
arms  crossed  /  sideways  glance /  touching  or  rubbing  nose  / rubbing  eyes  /  hands  resting  on  weapon  /  brows  rising  /  lips  pressing  into  a  thin  line  /  strict  unwavering  eye  contact  /  wrinkling  of  nose  .
OPENNESS  +  COOPERATION.  
open  hands  /  upper  body  in  sprinters  position  /  sitting  on  the  edge  of  a  chair  /  hand-to-face gestures  /  unbuttoned  coat  /  tilted  head  /  slacked  shoulders  /  droopy  posture  /  feet  pointed  outward  /  palms  flat  and  facing  outward  .
CONFIDENCE.    
hands  behind  back  /  hands  on  lapels  of  coat  /  steepled  hands  /  baring  teeth  in  a  grin  /  rolling  shoulders  /  tipping  head  back  but  maintaining  eye  contact  /  chest  puffed  up  /  shoulders  back  /  arms  folded   just  above  navel  .
INSECURITY  +  ANXIETY.    
chewing  pen  or  pencil  /  rubbing  thumb  over  opposite  thumb  /  biting  fingernails  /  hands  in  pockets  /  elbow  bent  /  closed  gestures  /  clearing  throat  /  pacing  /  “ whew ”  sound  /  picking  or  pinching  flesh  /  fidgeting  in  chair  /  hand  covering  mouth  whilst  speaking  /  poor  eye  contact  /  tugging  at  pants  whilst  seated  /  jingling  money  in  pockets  /  tugging  at  ear  /  perspiring  hands  /  playing  with  hair  /  swaying  /  playing  with  pointer  /  smacking  lips  /  sighing  /  rocking  on  balls  of  feet  /  flexing  fingers  sporadically  .
FRUSTRATION.    
short  breaths  /  “ tsk ”  sounds  /  tightly  clenched  hands  /  fist-like  gestures  /  pointing  index  finger  /  running  hand  through  hair  /  rubbing  back  of  neck  /  snarling  /  revealing  teeth  /  grimacing  /  sharp-eyed   glowers  with  notable  tension  in  brows  /  shoulders  back  ,  head  up  /  defensive  posturing  /  clenching  of  jaw  /  grinding  of  teeth /  nostrils  flaring  /  heavy  exhales  .
tagged by: @pastballads​ / tysm for the tag :D tagging: @fxmiliarity / @vocalcords / @vacuitas (Naiya) / @crownlcsking / @eraba-reta-unmei / @elganac (Alison!) / @xdcwntherabbithole (Akane!) 
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thecircusfreaks · 3 years
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❝ I wish that I’d been brave. ❞ ( Zaire to Seshat )
"Brave...?" She blinked in mild confusion, looking over ot her lover. "What are you talking about, sweetheart? You're one of the bavest people and beings I know. And that's saying somethin, considering how old I really am." She offered a smile, hoping that would bring his mood up even a bit. Moments later, though, Seshat shifted to Zaire's side, hand going to his cheek to gently turn his face toward her.
"Love... what's the matter? You can talk to me about anything. You know I'll listen to everything you have on your mind, at any time. So, what's this about your self-proclaimed lack of bravery. What brought this on, my love?"
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lunarxdaydream · 9 months
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Send me “⊛” for a memory of a place they love. ( Violetta )
( send a symbol to look into my muse’s memories )
Bird song carried through open windows; chiffon curtains billowing against a tender breeze. Delicate stones of deep violet hang from spotless silver chains, their hue dancing across the ivory crib set in the center of the room. Tiny bells between each ring with a familiar melody. Far left wall is lined with stories, some ancient and others of recent at the time of his birth. Decorative toys free of dust, fabrics cleaned as though they were preparing for use. 
Corners rise into the softest of expressions. Index pulling back the edge of the cover, and for just a moment she sees him again: a tiny infant, his cheeks pink with life and his chest rose and fell with every breath. Dark hair in slight disarray that it tempts her to reach out. 
“… My sweet …” 
Her pride and joy. The only good, the only blessing that has come from the life forced upon her. Even with inheriting some of his father’s traits, their son is absolute perfection. No — her son. Her child. Her heir. A treasure she is willing to protect, including from those around him. Every drop of blood willing to be shed if it meant he could open his eyes and smile at her with that innocent glow. 
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To think time has passed so quickly. 
Curtain falls as she wandered across the walls; raven dipped nails trailing across the spines of each book before spotting his favorite. Or at least it had been when he begun to walk. Here, away from the palace, he remained safe. Lived as he deserved. Her arms allowed to embrace him, his scent filling her senses before she returned him to his nanny. 
Soon, she promised him as she cradled him close to her chest. The book left opened on the side table, candlelight dimming on command so as to not disturb her son. 
Hardcover falls open. Well worn spine laid out to the chapter Violetta turned to time and time again on his request. 
“How ironic …”, she utters as another maid entered to pull closed the windows now that the rain clouds had begun to roll in. Lights are slow to come to life, but she needed not to clarify the words printed across the page. 
“Pardon the interruption, your Majesty.”
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“What is it?” Shoulders straighten as a mask fell over. The book forced shut with a single motion and returned to its place. Warm memories locked up, protected from those who would abuse and taint those few instances of her joy. 
“The Council is gathering in the briefing room. Shall I inform the kitchen of delaying dinner?”
“No.” Quick and cold. Icy even as she turned away from the nursery to begin their return to the palace. “They will conduct their business within the allotted time.”
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aimhleas · 3 years
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🍲 ( Iori & Kunkun )
send me a 🍲 for my muse to cook for yours
                   "I'm really not the best but ... I tried, at least." If anything, her sister was the best at cooking but preparing a bento lunch for her boyfriend was always something she had wanted to try. Even if ... it really didn't look too good. "You don't have to eat it."
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lunarxdaydream · 5 months
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“Soo uh weird question! But did you by chance happen to leave all these cucumbers in my mailbox? Couldn't be, right? No, no. Must be someone else. I'm sorry, Satine. I shouldn't have accused you! Let me buy you a dessert to make up for my stupidity!" ( Vice to Satine omg )
( autumn sentence starters )
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"Why in the world would I bother leaving cucumbers in your mailbox in the first place?" Well, she knew exactly why. In fact, Nolan had been well aware of her little prank when she practically left a line of bags across their kitchen counter. At least he had smirked with amusement but to not join her?
Sometimes it truly was a struggle to juggle brilliance.
"You won't hear me complaining about dessert." Steps perk with excitement as a lock is tossed back. Talk about a double win for her! Maybe she might let the joke haunt him for a while longer. "So what are you going to do with all of them?"
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lunarxdaydream · 7 months
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I completely forgot how to use a photo editor so don't mind me LOL took me longer than I wanted to take but yes! He fits quite a few of these. ( Satine being harmed protecting him is his truthfully his greatest fear. )
( bingo time! )
bingo score: 3 🎉
Satine would beg to disagree, she loves Nolan’s coffee. Oh believe me, the sentiment is the same! Though … I’m sure he remembers after she went hunting 🥲
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lunarxdaydream · 7 months
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"I'm always here to listen and support you. You're never alone." ( Azuriah to Carmelia )
( protectiveness starters )
An empty laugh fell as she leaned into the grass. A tired stretch barely managing to relieve her muscles of the tension that has been building for the last few weeks. Normally his words would bring comfort. Ground her even amidst the fears that continued to mount but … was it true? What if things deteriorated over time? Will he keep his word a month from tonight? A year? A decade?
— And what if he married?
“Careful,” she shoots him a humored grin in hopes to mask the doubt. “Or else you might get reprimanded.” She wanted to believe. Truly embrace the kindness of those words. Who knows, maybe she might have if reality did not come crashing around them. They were no longer children. No longer naïve to the workings of a court.
“Especially when you are outside of curfew.”
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lunarxdaydream · 7 months
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💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favorite? ( Luna! )
( oc emoji asks )
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This particular bouquet would lean more towards a ‘boho’ style with multiple flowers of the same color except for one. Assuming the arrangement is for Azrael, the following selection would’ve been made: Purple Hydrangeas as a symbol for understanding (and a nod to his royal status). White Peonies for their bravery and honor. White Roses for the loyalty he has constantly displayed toward his kind and a secret innocent confession of her affections. Finally there is a touch of green with the use of Eucalyptus, a mindful reflection of his strength and protection. Of all of these flowers, probably the peonies are among her favorites.
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lunarxdaydream · 7 months
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📁 ( Luna )
( send 📁 for a small random hc about my muse )
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Luna loves to incorporate certain flowers into her baking. Given her range of botanical knowledge alongside owning her own floral shop, it is only natural to find that she would bring it into her baking preparation. Whether for decoration or consumption, Luna enjoys to continue testing her recipes to find the perfect harmony between floral and sweetness. Sometimes she might rope her siblings into taking a bite or her friends before deciding it is ready to present to the mass crowd. 
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lunarxdaydream · 2 years
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Reflect ( Mayu )
( ‘reflect’ for a traumatic event in my muse’s past )
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Considering how Mayu grew up in a loving home, few things, if any, were traumatic in her life. Sure, her parents argued and yes, it wasn't pleasant but nothing that she would claim to be horrible enough to scar. Certainly watching her brother play what would end up being one of his final games before breaking a bone was possibly one of the most frightening things she has ever experienced.
Watching him move seamlessly across the court only to fall left her helpless. Similar to her parents, Mayu rushed down to see him but what could she really do? She didn't have the tools or knowledge to help him. Couldn't stop the pain. Couldn't heal the injury. Her strong, confident, unstoppable older brother -- someone she looked up to alongside her parents, was in pain and her inability to put him at ease only added to the stress. In fact, aside from watching her father practice medicine, this experience was another catalyst to lead her to become a doctor.
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