#with Aresa

[unhlnged]

closed starter for @inkedpxges

The Diamond's Cut. Rafe Cameron liked the exclusiveness of the club. It wasn’t just some bar with exotic dancers who were really just hookers. This was high-class entertainment. – Or so he told his business partners whenever he wanted to show them what this beautiful town had to offer.

Today he wasn't at the club with one of his associates and he wasn't even waiting for Barry to show up. Today he sat at his usual table on his own, watching the show, drowning his thoughts with the drink in his hand.

One of the dancers caught his eye. They were all beautiful, and talented – if you considered the way they moved a talent and not some kind of learned skill to manipulate men (he for sure wasn’t one to be manipulated). But this one was something else. The redhead was stunning. Long legs, great tits, graceful posture. Striking eyes. And those lips. Damn those lips. He could very well imagine them part and moan his name.

Rafe waved at her to order another drink. A devilishly charming smile on his handsome face.

#with aresa #inkedpxges

[bloodentitled]

@inkedpxges is roped into some sketch carnival shit 🎡☠️🍿

“I’m surprised you didn’t show up in a wig.. or.. some other disguise,” Roman amuses, the slight grin he wears reaching his eyes as he admires and approaches the red head in a setting other than her workplace.

Retrieving a long strip of tear-away carnival tickets from his coat pocket, Roman lifts his hand and extends the tickets to her. “They take that.. ‘don’t mingle with the clients’ shit seriously--hmph,” his expression becomes stony as he furrows his brow and scoffs in critique of such a rule.

#inkedpxges #with Aresa

[shihlun]

Kōji Wakamatsu

- Ecstasy of the Angels

1972

#Kōji Wakamatsu #Koji Wakamatsu #Ecstasy of the Angels #天使の恍惚 #荒砂ゆき #Yuki Aresa #Japanese Film #1972

[midnightscxre]

@unhlnged

[ txt ] wondering what you can offer to make this little forbidden move of yours a secret

[ txt ] violenting the rules once more, don't you know who flies high falls low, Rafe?

#Herfwuwgu YES #unhinged:rafe #ft. aresa

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

Closed starter for @trnadowarnings​

Something addictive was born with every autumn morning, made restless fingers touch the dry leaves that painted the dawn with its warm colors along the sidewalk. However, one day in October awakened souls in gray tombs, and even if invisible to the human eye, their breath came down the shoulder of all those whose hearts still beat. Wondering souls tempted to celebrate the day when the veil between the world of the living and the dead is the thinnest, when carved pumpkins call for a macabre dance.

The whistling of the wind carrying the jagged branches mingled with the joyful laughter of the children, who proudly showed their colorful costumes to the neighbors in exchange for a couple of chocolates to calm their sweet tooth. It was still early, no matter that the sooty night had devoured the sun. The real ghosts and ghouls of the night, howls of broken hearts or toothy beasts, were waiting for their hour at midnight, bringing even greater charm to this grim night of Halloween.

...public advised to stay near their house....inmate escaped..information still withheld by the authorities...

The murmuring of the TV was left unheard as a few curses fell from plump, cherry - colored lips. Pale hands mixed the bowl filled with caramel that was store bought, but it still didn’t seem to be  edible. 

“ Come on, you can do it Aresa...how damn hard can it be..”

The woman with ruby hair reached for one wooden stick, slamming it in the apple like a supernatural hunter would stake a vampire, before dipping it into the mixture. It didn’t stick. The brown paste kept slipping from the apple. 

“ Fucking great...”

Watching her failed attempt of making something as simple as caramel, which for its most known characteristic had - stickiness, she grabbed the bowl and slammed the trash bin’s button, ready to shove everything down in the plastic bag. But she didn’t. Staring at the seemingly basic bowl and spatula, she recalled to who it belonged to. Dark eyebrows narrowed on the face that arose in the privacy of her thoughts. 

Sammy..

Shaking her head and correcting the nickname she once used for him, Aresa extended her arm and dropped the things in the sink. He would be furious if he saw how she is treating his expensive cooking materials. Turning on the water, she washed her hands, leaving the things dirty on purpose.

Mess in the kitchen, his damn working station...also the things that lit his fuse.

The doorbell echoing though the hallways snapped her from her thoughts, as the redhead sighed. 

He didn’t mind when she would ‘suck off’ the extra bits of icing on his damn spatula. 

Grabbing the pumpkin themed bowl filled with chocolate bars, gummy worms, themed candy in shape of vampire teeth, brains, bloody hands, bats and God knows what else, she headed towards the door. 

No specially made cupcakes that melt in your mouth and make every other piece of candy taste like dry sponge this year. Not when the ‘chef’ was no longer calling this house home. Fixing her hair in the mirror next to the door, Aresa forced herself to kick her ex out of her head and fix a welcoming smile for the trick and treators.

Jack from Nightmare before Christmas, one big alligator whose tail was covered in mud and leaves, and one...demon ballerina? Aresa was not sure what was the last costume, but it looked wicked so she enjoyed the sight nonetheless. 

“ Trick or treat! Give us something good to eat! “

The kids shouted, but the expression on their faces could not be covered by no make up or masks when the redhead offered them normal candy. They peeped inside the pumpkin, then inside the house, then at her. 

“ No monster cupcakes? “ 

Puppy eyes gazed at the redhead, but before she could answer the kid in the Jack suit mouthed the next question.

“ Where is Sam?” 

Almost an accusation and demand, not a question, as the corners of Aresa’s lips went in a straight line.

“ A big, hairy werewolf ate him. And it still needs a desert.”

In a sinister voice she whispered, watching the eyes of the children widen. No words needed to be spoken, every single one of them reached for the candy bar and ran off her porch, leaving her once again with her memories.

Woman with blood colored hair used to love the Samhain night. The spooky season always got under her skin, the Halloween maybe the only night she deliberately refused to work. Even on Christmas she was on stage, showing her elegant moves to the high paying customers with no regret. They could not touch her, her body never fully exposed...but it still bothered him. Aresa set down the bowl and sat on the porch, gazing at a few Jack ‘o’ lanterns she carved by herself. 

“ Even better. “

She reassured herself that the break up was the right thing. Never did she allow someone to tell her what she can or can’t do, and above all, she was not doing nothing wrong. In her mind, her dancing job was equal to any other. Just because this was a private club and she danced around a poll, does not mean she is a striper. She was never naked or groped by the men there. Her attention was stolen by a couple dressed as Joker and Harley, as she sighed. She was sure she will stop missing him after a few months..then why is she breaking her mind with his name the whole day?

#trnadowarnings : Sam #Aresa Hades #Dude I know this went a bit long but I could not resist #Hope you like it <3

[breakagain-writes]

closed: @inkedpxges​

Nothing about this night was going how it was supposed to. One slip of the tongue in a compromised moment and Ephram felt like the one thing that he wanted more than anything was quickly dissolving before he even had a chance to know what it was like. There had been this shift between them lately. Sensing that maybe his feelings for Aresa weren’t just this hopeless secret. Their time together he felt closer to her than he had before. Now he felt like in a weak jealous moment that was tarnished, and Ephram was just desperate to hit the rewind button.  “Can we please just forget it? It was a stupid comment, alright? It didn’t mean anything.”

#thread: ephram #thread: ephram-aresa

[ohmoguer]

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[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), CF Aresa, 2022

#Anthony Fineran #Art #CF #Aresa

[geyfrog]

"may" is short for "manypeople aresa yingthis"

#may posts #this is a stolen post. #hac said this

[robotshowtunes]

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? 🤖💭⚡🐑

MAREEP game sprite from DISASTER JONES

SONG: Together In Electric Dreams (Remastered 2003) ARTISTS: Philip Oakey, Giorgio Moroder ALBUM: Together In Electric Dreams WRITERS: Phil Oakey, Giorgio Moroder LICENSES: UMG (on behalf of Universal Music, a division of Universal International Music BV); União Brasileira de Compositores, ARESA, LatinAutor, Abramus Digital, CMRRA, BMG Rights Management (US), LLC, ASCAP, UNIAO BRASILEIRA DE EDITORAS DE MUSICA - UBEM, MINT_BMG, LatinAutor - Warner Chappell, Warner Chappell, LatinAutorPerf, and 13 Music Rights Societies

#Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? #Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep #Philip K. Dick #Philip K Dick #Astro Boy #Osamu Tezuka #Mareep #MAFEX #toy photography

[pseudohomerycki]

Jak zostałem hellenistą?

Χαίρετε! Dlatego, że zaczynam moją przygodę z blogowaniem, postanowiłem powiedzieć parę słów o sobie, żebyś wiedział czyje słowa czytasz.

Mam na imię Aleks. Jestem 23 letnim niebinarnym grzybem (ono/on/jego), a także co najważniejsze w tym przypadku, hellenistą. Swoją praktykę z bogami greckimi zacząłem ponad 2,5 roku temu. Przez pierwszy rok używałem zupełnie innych metek niż robię to teraz, byłem czarownicą/osobą praktykującą magię/osobą współpracującą z bogami-z bogami greckimi, aż w końcu politeistą hellenistycznym.

Do tego określenia ciągnęło mnie bardzo długo, ale w głowie tańczyło mi wiele niepewności. Wynikały one głównie z traumy katolickiej i niskiego poczucia własnej wartości. Przez conajmniej pół roku myślałem o tym kim jestem i jak chcę się określać, i w końcu dotarłem do wniosku, że hellenizm zawsze był odpowiedzią na moje zagubienie religijne.

Pierwsza przyszła Demeter. Otworzyła mi oczy na fakt, że rzeczywiście bogowie istnieją i można z nimi rozmawiać. Wcześniej nie byłem pewien czy w ogóle w nich wierzę, choć od kilku dobrych lat zdawałem sobie sprawę, że w dzisiejszych czasach wciąż istnieją ludzie wyznający dawne wierzenia pogańskie. Było mi dziwnie dopuścić to do siebie, ale z czasem zacząłem odpuszczać blokady jakie stworzył mój mózg.

Dotarło do mnie, że przez te wszystkie lata broniłem się przed bogami i przed doświadczaniem ich. Odpychałem wiedzę o nich i o swojej przynależności do tej religii. Bałem się i sądziłem, że wyjdę na głupka, jeśli zacznę mówić ludziom że wierzę w bogów greckich.

Ten strach i fałsz z jakim przedstawiane są mity, sprawił że wyparłem tak dużą część mnie na wiele lat. Mówię na wiele lat, ponieważ, choć dopiero parę lat temu zacząłem aktywnie pracować i czcić bogów, już od dzieciństwa miałem z nimi kontakt.

Pamiętam wiele sytuacji w których doświadczałem ich obecności.

Pamiętam jak modliłem się i jak podświadomie znałem pewne zasady i tradycje starożytnych Greków.

Pamiętam jak ukazywali mi się, jak dawali znaki i zmieniali moje życie.

Zawsze, nawet gdy już społeczeństwo dookoła wmawiało mi szkodliwe poglądy i ograniczenia, pamiętam jak czułem ich obecność i jak ciągnęło mnie do tej kultury i panteonu. To było moje miejsce. Nie rozumiałem czemu inni tego nie wiedzą, czemu próbują narzucić mi inną perspektywę i czemu, wychodzi na to, jedynie ja tak się czuję.

Zajęło mi to dłuższy czas, ale wreszcie, te prawie trzy lata temu, wróciłem do domu. Zacząłem przynajmniej.

Dekonstrukcja wpływów katolickich była ciekawym, choć momentami ciężkim doświadczeniem i zdziwiło mnie jak bardzo ta wiara, do której nigdy nie czułem przynależności i której nie brałem na poważnie, pozmieniała mi w głowie.

Przeszedłem swoją ateistyczną fazę, później przyszedł agnostycyzm, new age, Wicca, ponowne uznawanie się za agnostyka choć tym razem pod znakiem zapytania, i hellenizm.

Moją patronką jest Afrodyta i będę starał się u niej o kapłaństwo. Czczę również Hadesa, Persefonę, Aresa, Atenę i Apolla. Jestem wyrocznią zainicjowaną przez Apolla, więc pod tym względem on również mi przewodzi. W mniejszym stopniu, ale wciąż oddaję cześć Artemidzie, Dionizosowi, Herze, Zeusowi i Posejdonowi.

To tak ogólnie. Tymczasowo pracuję również z kilkoma Pierwotnymi bóstwami. Ogółem mam. kontakt z wieloma z nich, i rozmawiałem z dużą częścią panteonu.

Niektóre relacje wciąż nazywam współpracą, choć jest to bardziej nowoczesny zwrot, ale to dlatego by łatwiej było mi pokazać różnice w tych relacjach i na czym one polegają. Byty przychodzą i odchodzą, niektórych czczę nawet jeśli nie mamy stałego kontaktu i nie pomagają mi z niczym, a innym dziękuję i trzymam w pamięci celebrując od czasu do czasu w dzień im zadedykowany.

Oprócz hellenizmu zajmuję się tarotem i magią.

Więc tak, jestem hellenistą, tarocistą i magikiem, i jak widać choć starożytna kultura i tradycja mają dla mnie ogromne znaczenie, nie wzbraniam się od nowoczesnego podejścia do praktyki.

Teraz już wiesz z kim masz do czynienia. Zostaniesz?

#hellenic pagan #deity worship #hellenismos #deity work

[unhlnged]

closed starter for @inkedpxges

Rafe Cameron was made for events like this. No, he was actually born for these kind of events. Being a Cameron, he had always been at the center of Kildare’s elite. A born kook prince who had earned his place in society through hard work and ruthlessness – probably mainly through ruthlessness and being his father’s son. He had taken up the reins of the company his father had built from nothing and turned it into something even bigger, something he liked to believe his father would have been proud of.

A smug smile on his lips – he was certainly proud of himself – he leaned against one of the marble pillars of the large patio of the giant old colonial house, overlooking the garden in which the outdoor party took place. Wearing a custom-tailored suit, gold watch (unique family heirloom, not some fashionable accessory anyone with enough money could buy) on his wrist, holding up a drink to his lips, his eyes wandered over the crowd in front of him. Elegantly dressed people standing around, chatting about, sipping from their drinks, eating tiny snacks. He knew a lot of them. And all of them knew him. Soft classical music playing in the background. The musicians were probably members of some highly prestigious symphony orchestra from Europe, and here they played dinner music. The rich were celebrating themselves tonight and they didn’t care about the outside world. They didn’t care that only a couple of miles down south people still were out of power, unable to cool their food in fridges, while here there were ridiculous ice sculptures made by some popular artist standing about, having their own outdoor air-conditioning. For the people at this decadent garden party, the world beyond those hedges didn’t exist. For him that world did exist, but only as a nuisance.

Rafe drowned his drink, placed the empty glass on the tray of a waiter passing by, when he made his way to the decorated tables. The official part of the event – the big celebration – was about to begin. And, being one of the valued members of this community, he was to be honored for his achievements for the less fortunate – or some bullshit.

He found the place card with his name written on it: Rafe Cameron – CEO of Cameron Development.

Taking his seat, he looked at who was high-ranking enough in this community to be placed at the same table as him. The usual suspects. Except –

A frown appeared on Rafe’s forehead and his mouth slightly opened when he saw the red-haired woman sitting across from him. She stood out with her fiery red hair, her even redder lips. But she mostly stood out because she – though looking as expensive and elegant as any of them – wasn’t one of them. He knew that for a fact.

Flaming red hair entangled with his fingers, wrapped around his fist. Intense dark eyes gazing at him. Pupils dilating. Plump lips opening. Soft little moans. Restrained gasps. And the feel of heated skin under his touch…

***

The first time he was at the club with some business associates from Korea. He returned after that with other business partners. Maybe once a month or twice. Sometimes he was there with a business partner that looked very unlike the usual businessmen in their expensive suits. That man was quite the opposite of him, thuggish looking, with greasy black hair, rather short – well, almost anyone appeared short compared to him – wearing baggy clothes, gold chains and even a gold tooth with his ready smile. The two of them seemed way more familiar with each other than Rafe was with the other men. Sometimes Rafe came alone. He would order a drink, sit at his usual table and silently watch the show. Sometimes a smirk on his lips. Sometimes a brooding frown on his brow. He never asked for a private dance. Never, but once. And he hadn’t returned to the club after that one night, several weeks ago.

***

She turned her head. Dark eyes met his blue ones. One moment, he looked at her intently, solely focused on her and her alone. The next moment, it was like he was looking right through her, as if not even acknowledging her existence at all.

#with aresa #inkedpxges

[myriadxofxmuses]

Pre-established relationship meme: Let's try this with Gage..and let't throw in Aresa in the ring.

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FRIENDS.   childhood friends  /  work friends (more he's a client of the club so acquaintances that way)  /  family friends  /  recently friends  /  turning antagonistic  /  turning into something romantic  /  stable  /  falling apart (cuz he's always on the road) /  friendship of need  /  friendship of circumstance  pen - pals or internet friends  /  coworkers  /  partners  /  other .

ROMANCE.   childhood sweethearts  /  newly entered  /  soulmates  /  skinny love  /  unrequited from my muses side  /  unrequited from your muses side  /  friends with benefits  /  awkward  /  fading  /  turning  toxic  /  toxic  and  destructive  /  other .

FAMILIAL BOND.   sibling bond  /  older sibling figure to your muse  /  younger sibling figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  parental figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal  guardian  /  other .

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension (minus the smut) /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

#🤔🤔🤔 #[without music life would be a mistake: gage] #fiendish-insanity-in-the-written

[radiogornjigrad]

Žarko Paić: Teror kao tragedija (Euripid ili o biti suvremene umjetnosti)

medeja U grčkoj mitologiji Deimos, sin boga rata Aresa i Afrodite, božice ljubavi i ljepote, označava stravu i užas. Naslijedio je jarosnu narav svojega oca i kao utjelovljenje užasa sudjelovao sa svojim bratom Fobom, utjelovljenjem straha, u svim bitkama i ratovima (zajedno s ocem Aresom). Uvijek je bio vjeran očev pratilac. Astronomi su po njemu nazvali jedan od dvaju malenih satelita planeta…

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#žarko paić

[midnightscxre]

@unhlnged sent :

I bet I know what you're thinking about, miss Aresa

* * *

[ txt ] you have three guesses then

[ txt ] for each correct one you get a prize, Mr. Cameron

[ txt ]

[ txt ] waiting. . .

#🥰😍🥰😍 here they goooo #unhinged:rafe #ft. aresa

[fiendish-insanity-in-the-written]

@invcntions​  ASKED  ❝  i know i can’t protect you from everything,  but i wish you’d let me protect you from the things i can control.  ❞

When she first stepped on that stage, ruby haired women knew the risks. There were no rules, no matter were they set in stone, that could prevent a devious mind to act upon its twisted and perverted desires. When the man grabbed her fragile wrist from the cover of the shadows, Aresa could barely move. Her heart sank to her stomach, legs immobile, hands feeble and mind unprepared for the fight. The disbelief summoned shock and nearly darkened her vision, fear convulsing her senses...until a familiar piercing voice rumbled down the hall. She didn't need to see her savior's face to know who it was, as fists flew towards whoever dared to attack her. A few moments later, the shouting and commotion attracted the attention of the security guard and a couple of other dancers, and before she blinked, they were already taking the thug who attacked her towards the vehicles with flashing blue and red lights. 

She couldn't believe that the feeling could be worse than what she experienced, but it was... now that she was sitting next to her best friend, in shame and discomfort. She was not ashamed of her profession, but incidents like this reminded her of facts that she could not fight. She was selling herself, her body, for pleasure, regardless of whether that pleasure was just to watch. She felt cheap, unworthy, dirty. Especially when he said the sentence that tore her heart apart. 

“ You can’t control this Toby...it was bound to happen..”

And it will probably happen again. Aresa inhaled with trembling lips as the crystal tear traveled along her peach colored cheeks. She could not make herself to look him in the eye, feeling as if she was bare to the bone. Exposed for what people usually think she is - a stripper. 

“ You don’t need to protect me, it is not your obligation...no matter how much power you have...these kind of people will always come around this place. It is..just...a part of this job. “

Agonized with the last words, she tried to sound strong, but her insides where crumbling down. There was always a difference between them. One that burned her mind like a hot poker. A rich, influential guy and a replaceable arm candy. She didn’t want to believe it, they were friends...and maybe that word, friends, stung even deeper. 

#Thank you for the meme buddy <3 ! Hope you don't mind me setting a stage a bit :D #invcntions: Toby #Aresa Hades