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moonstruckdraws · 2 months

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Vera. Vera! VERA!!

yeah yes okay, hello. I must ramble, please & thank you. I love this. Helli those head references worked like a dream because my stars do I love these sketches.

okok, there's not much content & info about Vera, but it's enough to work with & for me to make theories & headcanons for. And while Helli is resting, I am making it my personal mission to make content of my now favorite oc of Helli's.

I've always loved her when I first stumbled upon her when browsing through older post you've made. I don't say gorgeous often because I use it to describe something in the highest regard & man is Vera FRICKEN GORGEOUS! STARS

So Vera is a therapist (dog) & also one of Big Mama's exes. Vera learns that Big Mama was using her to gain information on her clients. We don't know how she found out of her reaction, but I do know she likes ball dancing. Since Big Mama also dances & hosts parties, I'd imagine she & Vera would dress up for the occasion. Maybe Vera was looking for Big Mama during a party & overhears her true intentions. I don't know how Vera would react (like if she's more of the shocked type, crying while running away type, etc) so I went with bitter frustration after crying for maybe 10 minutes.

In this image, it shows her after the fact, deciding to be bitter for the rest of the night. She avoids Big Mama as much as possible, eventually winding down in a more secluded part of the hotel with some wine. Spilling it on the furniture.

I just wanted to draw her in these dresses I have saved in pinterest lol. Maybe a previous dress she wore on a date with Big Mama? idk. Or maybe the first nicer dress she's worn since learning the truth. She doesn't strike me as the type to go out partying her sorrows away, maybe the night bars she goes to sometimes, but no place that required her to dress nicely. (Also Vera is just stunning in all colors. I didn't even mean to use the color of the dresses to imply emotions lmao, but it happened. She's so cute!!)

Drew something to fill up the page, as you do, & thought of her job as a therapist. And like most office spaces, has a receptionist. And yes, her name is Karen & is indeed one. She's so much of a headache that Vera would need to get to work early to avoid passing her at the front desk. She already has to deal with her while leaving, she doesn't need it at the start of the day.

I adore her, I love her, I love her greatly, she's usurped the rest by miles & I mean MILES. Thank you dear Helli for the head references, I can draw her now. I will draw her until my hands break. I am her biggest fan, no contest, & will challenge those who claim the first title I've ever clamed lmao. If there's no content of her, I'll be the one to make it. STARS SHE'S FUCKING GORGEOUS

#vera the borzoi #vera headcanons #i love the rendered sketch #she's so feisty looking like she'd bite the next person she sees #idk if this is accurate but i love it anyway #im sure she's very attentive & wise but ya know its still a big thing to deal with even if shes a therapist lol #man dont you hate it when your spider mob boss lover is actually using you for information & so you buy a toad because they eat spiders?#(i also headcanon that her pet toad is *her* therapist that she vents to lmao. especially right after she gets them)#the therapist dog needs a therapist i say

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literaturasombria · 12 days

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Cuando pienso en escribirte, no sé ni por donde comenzar. Son tantas las cosas por decir y tan poco el tiempo que tengo para hacerlo. No sé si comenzar por tus ojos cafés que me quitan el sueño, o tu sonrisa tan perfecta que me deja sin habla. Tu risa muy poco común que me alegra el día, o tus manos grandes y cálidas cuando están sobre las mias. No sé si hablar de tu mirada que me calma y altera a la vez, o tu voz ronca que me deja sin aliento.

Cuando es sobre ti, no sé por dónde comenzar, pero sé por donde terminar.

- ⚡️Chica Cósmica🌙

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social-mockingbird · 11 months

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sunlight eyes

(an Obiyuki Cowboy Bebop AU)

obiyuki bingo 2023, yeehaw! this is my first time participating, and I’m really excited to see all of the entries and post my own! this particular fic is based on the finale of cowboy bebop (with some changes, obviously) because apparently I like sadness. it was hilarious to see the similarities between the two shows: namely the existentialism and tendency towards poetic monologues, except it’s hopeful in AnS and sad in CBB. go figure. enjoy!

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Zen’s eyes were dead before the rest of him was, and he was pointing a gun at her.

“You didn’t come because of the rain?” Her hands were in her pockets in a deliberate act of nonchalance. They were also the only part of her that was shaking.

“I was supposed to kill you,” Zen said, steady in his aim. “That day, if I had killed you, I would have been free.”

“So why didn’t you?” Shirayuki could feel her composure slipping. Zen’s eyes were so dark, devoid of anything human. Once they’d been brighter than the summer skies. She’d lain under their gaze and flown. “Why did you choose to be chased, Zen, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Why did you love me?”

“What?”

The gun was rattling. “Why did you love me?”

Shirayuki couldn’t breathe. She’d waited for him that day, waited and let herself cry, letting the thunder mingle with her sobs, and she’d wondered then if there had ever been any love in his eyes, or if it was just the thrill of illegality. She’d been poisoned by him. She’d fallen in love with an illusion, and now she was terrified of waking up.

Zen had put down his gun. His hands were on her shoulders. He was embracing her, fingers in her hair, breath on her neck. She couldn’t move a muscle.

“Let’s just run away somewhere,” Zen said in her ear, and his voice was warm on her skin. “Just the two of us. Escape this world—go where no one else is. Fly away with me, Shirayuki. Please. It’ll be like a dream.”

Something deep in Shirayuki’s chest snapped. She could feel her feet on the ground, solid on the wet gravel. She could feel how his hands were clenched behind her back, not touching her despite his loving embrace. He was almost falling into her, heavy, trapping her in place.

And yet, if she opened her mouth, she knew she’d say yes. ___

There was a time when the smoke would have bothered her lungs, when she would have hated the acrid taste on her tongue, when she would have stolen the smokes from her friends’ fingers and crushed them under her boots. Shirayuki had been a healer, and she’d believed in the sanctity of the body.

But now she breathed in the nicotine with a straight face, reveling in the calm it brought her thudding heart.

The year was 2071, and it was always raining. Someone poked her arm.

“Thinking too much, cowgirl?”

“Not thinking at all.” White hair in an arc of blood. Birds like reapers carrying his soul away in their wake. Blue eyes turning to glass.

“Then what’s that frown for?”

“Obi, stop.” Shirayuki dodged his prodding finger, almost stepping out from under the wing of the ship into the pouring rain.

It was raining then, too. Hazy like a nightmare.

In response, Obi slung a blanket over her shoulders. His hands were warm even through the fabric. He never could seem to lash back out at her.

“You’ll catch a cold like that,” he said, grinning as Shirayuki fumbled with the blanket and draped it over her arms like a cape. “Mitsuhide’s making breakfast.”

“Eggs again?”

“It’s all we’ve got, so don’t complain,” Mitsuhide yelled from somewhere inside the ship. How he’d heard Shirayuki from that far was a mystery. Maybe he was running on autopilot.

Obi’s skin had the same greyish shadow as Shirayuki’s did in the overcast light, but there was still a rosy undertone to his face that hadn’t been there in a long time. She’d never admit it did her good to see some color in his cheeks. Obi had been fresh out of snark and sarcasm lately since his last impromptu trip, and it had bothered her more than she’d like to admit to see him looking so serious.

“I’m not going to leave again,” Obi said quietly.

“Huh?” Shirayuki turned, finally looking him in the eye. Gold was so different than blue.

“My memory came back.”

Shirayuki blinked. “I thought it wasn’t going to. Obi, you hit your head so hard.”

Blood on the pavement, blood on her hands. She’d screamed his name when he wouldn’t wake up. That day he’d promised to tell her where he was going every time he left—and for someone so secretive, he’d never broken that promise.

“Nothing good came of it,” Obi laughed, bitterness on his tongue. “There was nowhere for me to return to. Torou’s long gone. I can never be Nanaki again. This—you were the only thing I could return to.”

“Obi, wait—”

“Let me finish, please.” Obi, usually so deferent to her, was facing her with thunder in his eyes. Shirayuki closed her mouth.

“You’re leaving. I can see it in your eyes. That mess with Zen and with Izana is getting to you, and you’re going to leave, and knowing you, you’re going to do it when I can’t go after you.”

Shirayuki dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under her boot to avoid looking at him.

“You’re going to do something hopelessly noble and horrifically stupid and I—Shirayuki, I can’t lose you.”

“You wouldn’t be losing me, Obi, I’m not going there to die.”

“Zen’s gone,” Obi said quietly. “Isn’t he?”

He was falling like a trapeze artist without a net, boots sliding on the rain-slick rooftop. She’d felt something tear in her throat when she screamed and she scraped her hands and knees when she fell beside him, cradling his body in her arms, hoping there was still light in his eyes, shaking him, praying. Why couldn’t she stop crying?

“Izana’s men killed him,” Shirayuki was able to say, wondering vaguely why her cheeks were wet. “I have to go after him. He can’t keep doing this to people, it’s not right. He killed his own brother because of me.” “This is…a dream?”

Zen pulled her close, blood-spattered hands clutching her lapels. He was so heavy in her arms.

She hated herself for lying to Obi. There was nothing noble about what she planned to do. Izana had killed Zen, and there was a hole in her heart that needed fixing.

His gaze was far away, and he was smiling, looking through her.

“Yeah,” she’d choked. “Just a dream.”

There was one other thing she couldn’t tell Obi. She prayed he couldn’t see it in her face.

“Food’s getting cold,” Mitsuhide shouted from inside, and Shirayuki got caught up in racing Obi for breakfast, glad she didn’t have to keep fielding his questions. There would be time enough to answer all of his questions if she was right. And if she wasn’t, well…he could find the answers on his own.

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It was quiet on the ship when Shirayuki left her room. They were drifting gently through space, sleeping with the stars, and she took advantage of the silence, sneaking to the dock. The tiny exploration ship sagged a bit, but it would do.

She heard the click before Obi stepped out of the darkness, pointing his pistol at her.

“Where are you going?”

Shirayuki lifted her hands, pivoting to face him. She hadn’t noticed him in the shadows.

“Where are you going?” Obi repeated. He was close to her now, gun lowered to her belly. She knew it was just a way to get her to talk. He’d told her the day he boarded the Bebop that hurting her was never something he planned to do. She’d taken it as a joke then, but he’d kept his promise. Obi never seemed to break his word. Unlike her.

“You told me once,” Obi said, resting the gun gently against Shirayuki’s stomach, flicking the safety on, “that the past didn’t matter.”

“I don’t care what your real name is,” Shirayuki had grumbled, the softness of her hands contrasting with her sharp tone. “I don’t care what you did before. Can you just stop letting your past rule you? It doesn’t matter. In the end it’s just a stepping stone. And no one dwells on those.”

Obi looked at the girl bandaging his arm, feeling her warm fingers on his skin, and wondered why there were tears standing in her eyes.

Shirayuki nodded.

“Then why are you so tied to yours?” Obi had lowered the gun now, and was almost leaning into her space, nose inches from hers.

“I’m not,” she protested. “I have to go, Obi, please—”

Obi grabbed her arms, not hurting her, but keeping her in place. “I never thought I’d see the day you went for revenge, Shirayuki. If I know you, that’s not what this is, despite what you want me to think. Please don’t lie to me.”

Why had she loved Zen so much?

“You’re right, it’s not for revenge.” Shirayuki was desperate now. She could feel her heart beating, her pulse picking up, and it was getting harder to tamp down. “I have to go, Obi, I have to see if-if he really loved me and if I loved him and if it was worth it.” She broke his gaze and looked at her feet. “I have to see if he’s worth dying for.” Her voice was too shaky and quiet for her liking. “He decided I was and I want to return the favor.”

Obi felt cold. “You—that’s not something you repay, Shirayuki. Death doesn’t have to be life for life, especially when the person who died for you didn’t really love you in the first place.”

That’s what Obi wanted to say. He wanted to shake Shirayuki, wanted to tell her that she shouldn’t throw her life away. That Zen had loved the game of her hatred for Izana more than he’d loved her. That he’d loved defying Izana by being with her. That Zen died because Izana didn’t forgive betrayal, and his revenge was vicious. Obi knew enough after talking to Mitsuhide, and everything else he’d figured out on his own.

But he didn’t.

Obi instead put his hands on Shirayuki’s shoulders and pulled her into his arms.

Weightless on his feet, sunlight in his eyes. Obi was light in every sense of the word.

Shirayuki snaked her fingers around Obi’s waist, burying her face in his neck. It was all she could do. It hurt to hold him but she wasn’t letting go.

When he put his hands on her shoulders, she didn’t feel like she was being weighed down, only filled up. “This isn’t something you solve by dying,” Obi said in her ear. “You’re gonna carry that weight of feeling like you don’t understand and don’t deserve someone’s sacrifice, and that’s okay. He wanted you to live, Shirayuki—I want you to live.” Obi held her tighter. “And if that means carrying the weight with you, say the word. But please don’t go down this path. Don’t die for someone who doesn’t deserve you.”

Shirayuki stiffened and Obi was terrified she’d been offended.

“I’m not going there to die, Obi,” she said, almost too quietly for him to hear. She slid her hands up his back, over the planes of his shoulders. Obi shivered, just a little. “I’m going there to find out if I’m really alive.”

Obi leaned back and looked her in the eyes.

“Well, now, if that isn’t the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, laughing a little, raising an eyebrow, and then Shirayuki was pulling him forward with her hands in his hair, and Obi couldn’t remember anything else he’d planned to say because Shirayuki’s mouth was the softest thing he’d ever tasted. She kissed him long and sweet, letting him hold her waist and press into her, and Obi tried his hardest not to think about how much this felt like a goodbye.

Shirayuki pulled back first, hands gentle on the back of Obi’s neck, a little dazed. She hadn’t really thought before kissing Obi and now she couldn’t think at all.

Why had she loved Zen?

Obi was leaning down, chasing her mouth, and she tilted up into him, closing her eyes. She felt tears on her cheeks and realized they weren’t hers, and her hands went to Obi’s face, cupped his jaw, wiped his tears with her thumbs. Zen kissed her like a guilty man and held her like a dragon.

Obi was oh-so-gently stroking her sides with his thumbs, and through his tears was able to smile into her mouth when it made her gasp.

Obi made her feel like she was flying, and like she’d have somewhere to land.

Obi said her name and ran a hand into her hair.

It was so hard to figure out why she’d loved Zen.

Resting her head on his shoulder, reveling in his warmth, Shirayuki felt safe and contented. It was so easy to love Obi. “I’ve never carried anything, Obi,” Shirayuki said, under her breath, half-hoping he couldn’t hear. “Not really. Not with you around.”

She hadn’t loved Zen. She couldn’t. Not really.

She was never meant to.

“Then don’t. Live with me.”

Shirayuki pressed her lips to his cheeks, one after the other, kissing away the still-present tears.

“I still have to fight Izana,” she told him, and Obi nodded once.

“Don’t you dare do it without me.”

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The elevator door opened and Shirayuki charged out, red hair and a spray of bullets, and Izana’s men dropped like dolls onto the slick linoleum. The main doors opened when she slammed into them, driving her shoulder into the curving floral dragons that embossed the wood. The roof exploded. Shirayuki flung up her arms and dove for the ground, debris raining down on her from above. She could hear Izana’s footsteps on the great stairs at the front of the room. She stood and shook herself, ears ringing, as Izana descended under the newly revealed night sky.

“I told you before, Shirayuki,” Izana said, pulling two silver katanas from a sheath on his back, “Zen’s death meant yours was next.”

“And if I return the favor?”

Clack-clack-clack went her pistol as she reloaded it. Izana quirked a brow.

“Either way, Zen doomed you to die. This was your destiny from the beginning.”

“Zen’s death has nothing to do with me anymore.” Shirayuki took aim, closed an eye. “Let’s end it all.”

“As you wish.”

She moved before he did, boots clattering halfway up the stairwell, bullets clashing with Izana’s blades. Shirayuki swooped under, shooting a katana out of Izana’s hand as he swiped at her, slicing her thigh, her side. Izana’s hand came down on her gun as hers grasped the handle of his sword, and they were locked, arms shuddering as they fought for control.

“You don’t control me,” Shirayuki growled. “You never did.”

Izana stepped back suddenly, reclaiming his sword, pushing her gun back into her hands.

“Then show me.”

Izana’s sword was a silver arc spinning towards her gut, and Shirayuki fired, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get out of the way, watching the bullet gleam, dreamlike, watching it find the mark.

Izana fell.

His sword stopped inches from her stomach.

Obi was holding the blade of the katana in a gloved hand, turning it in the air, flinging it far. His fingers were cut and bleeding and they were both alive.

Izana coughed, once, and quit breathing.

Then Obi was wrapped around her and Shirayuki went limp in his arms. ____

The first rays of dawn made the courtyard blindingly bright. Izana’s men watched the figure stagger out from the wreckage, raising guns and swords.

Obi set Shirayuki down and kissed her cheek, lowering his stance, prepared to run. He was holding Izana’s swords. Shirayuki raised her arm, pointing at Izana’s men, fingers in the shape of a gun. The smile came easily to her face now. It was so easy to smile when there was nothing weighing you down.

“Bang.”

And they charged.

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@snowwhite-andtheknight

#obiyukibingo23 #obiyuki #snow white with the red hair #akagami no shirayukihime #ans #obi #shirayuki #zen wistalia #izana wistalia #vera writes #cowboy bebop au #angst #overuse of italics #by writing this fic I was finally able to figure out some elements of the cowboy bebop finale I didn't understand #also I loved the idea of shirayuki being spike because it just made more sense #zen ended up being the bad guy sorta which is sad but also I need to let the obiyuki good times roll ya know #my first obiyuki bingo post!

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yorgunherakles · 2 years

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hayatıma, ziyarete gelir gibi girmedin.

bir krallığa girer gibi girdin,

tüm nehirlerin senin yansımanı beklediği,

tüm yolların senin adımlarını beklediği bir krallığa.

vladimir nabokov - letters to vera

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tremastersweb · 3 months

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She managed to kill a Toclafane. She seems pretty freaked out about it.

OOC: Since this ask is newer - I will answer to all the toclafane related stuff later today as I'm currently at school, rn only answering silly asks that don't take me much time! I like to give those special thought as I'm enjoying the storyline's development quite a lot c:

#ooc reply #not ignoring them is what I mean fhdkd #so ya feel free to send silly stuff #btw im so proud of vera

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tripthelightfandomtastic · 2 years

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I know for a fact that Jake, Danny and Sam have all been slapping Josh's sunburn and laughing their asses off at Josh's hisses in pain as he chases them off and threatening to kick their ass.

#sweet baby needs some aloe vera #come on honey boy let me help you #ill rub it all in for ya #gvf #greta van fleet #jake kiszka #jake gvf #josh kiszka #josh gvf #sam kiszka #danny wagner #danny gvf #sam gvf

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chloenwckobia · 1 year

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I know you’ve probably seen enough of me since I’ve been hanging around the theater a lot lately, but I was wondering about something these past few days and I think you’d be the perfect one to answer it. What’s the best seat to watch a movie at a theater? @verachadha

#vera.#conversations • i have these conversations.#popping this out for ya!

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mother-lee · 5 months

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a few of the world's most underrated masterpieces pt 1

chance - angel olsen

God turn me into a flower - weyes blood

what you did - hannah jadagu

april fool - hana vu

pedestal / cover me - vera blue

worth it - yas

#underrated #masterpiece #alternative #music #pt 1 #angel olsen #weyes blood #hannah jadagu #hana vu #vera blue #yas

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deputy-buck · 1 year

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🇪🇨

#CHITO VERA FIGHT WEEK FUCK YEAH #he gives short king energy but he's 5'8" so he's not That Short ya know??#marlon vera #chito vera #UFC #MMA #buck builds

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themrj8 · 1 year

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Consideré que es momento de utilizar más herramientas, así que decidí probar Sai 2 para este dibujo.

Cómo ya configure todo es más cómodo, asi que en dibujos digitales habrá una ligera mejora.

#My art #dibujo digital #dibujo a color #oc #Javi #no-muerto #Quería usar Clip Studio pero nunca me acostumbro #y en Sai 2 puedo hacer casi cualquier cosa que pueda allí #tarde mucho en pasarme a Sai 2 😅#pero asi son de dificiles dejar las costumbres #actualicé un poco el diseño de Javi #ya lo vera después 👀

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streetknown-a · 2 years

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“Ohh, you’re that feller with the massive bounty on his head in Blackwater. Either it’s you or you just look very unfortunately like him,” Vera isn’t shy in approaching the sour faced stranger. She’s never been shy about approaching men in saloons because just months ago, it’s how she made her money as a saloon girl. Getting them to come to bed with her or stealing out of their wallets-- most of the time, both. Right now, she’s got no intention to do either one of those things... this poor man’s got a bigger bounty than she does. Not impossible to achieve, but Vera typically doesn’t meet folks with bigger prices on their heads. Usually, they’re dead or caught by the law by then. // @heatslept

#heatslept #LMK IF THIS IS OKAY #vera has a lot of audacity lemme tell ya #v. western chaos [ RED DEAD REDEMPTION ].

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wallbuilt · 20 days

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blog tag dumps - will add more over time

pink. | wild staring eyes and the obligatory Hendrix perm △🏳️‍🌈

roleplay. | I can feel one of my turns coming on △🏳️‍🌈

aesthetic. | in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe △🏳️‍🌈

music. | does anybody here remember Vera Lynn △🏳️‍🌈

wardrobe. | I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on △🏳️‍🌈

musings. | I have seen the writing on the wall △🏳️‍🌈

character study. | don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase △🏳️‍🌈

desires. | make me feel like a real man △🏳️‍🌈

vii. | so ya thought ya might like to go to the show △🏳️‍🌈

vi. | I wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show △🏳️‍🌈

headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️‍🌈

vampire v. | blood has frozen and curdled with fright △🏳️‍🌈

crack. | toys in the a attic I am crazy △🏳️‍🌈

ooc. | muse edits & art △🏳️‍🌈

pink. | wild staring eyes and the obligatory Hendrix perm △🏳️‍🌈

aesthetic. | in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe △🏳️‍🌈

wardrobe. | I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on △🏳️‍🌈

character study. | don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase △🏳️‍🌈

desires. | make me feel like a real man △🏳️‍🌈

vii. | so ya thought ya might like to go to the show △🏳️‍🌈

vi. | I wanna go home take off this uniform and leave the show △🏳️‍🌈

headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️‍🌈

vampire v. | blood has frozen and curdled with fright △🏳️‍🌈

crack. | toys in the a attic I am crazy △🏳️‍🌈

ooc. | muse edits & art △🏳️‍🌈

hobbies & downtime. | I've got a silver spoon on a chain △🏳️‍🌈

inbox memes. | is there anybody out there △🏳️‍🌈

the wall. | mother did it have to be so high △🏳️‍🌈

#vi. | take off this uniform and leave the show △🏳️‍🌈#vii. | so ya thought ya might like to go to the show △🏳️‍🌈#character study. | don't look so frightened this is just a passing phase △🏳️‍🌈#wardrobe. | I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on △🏳️‍🌈#music. | does anybody here remember Vera Lynn △🏳️‍🌈#aesthetic. | in the suitcase on the left you'll find my favorite axe △🏳️‍🌈#pink. | wild staring eyes and the obligatory Hendrix perm △🏳️‍🌈#vampire v. | blood has frozen and curdled with fright △🏳️‍🌈#ooc. | outside the wall △🏳️‍🌈#crack. | toys in the a attic I am crazy △🏳️‍🌈#ooc. | muse edits & art △🏳️‍🌈#headcanons. | when I was a child I had a fever △🏳️‍🌈#hobbies & downtime. | I've got a silver spoon on a chain △🏳️‍🌈#tags #musings. | I have seen the writing on the wall △🏳️‍🌈#roleplay. | I can feel one of my turns coming on △🏳️‍🌈#inbox memes. | is there anybody out there △🏳️‍🌈#the wall. | mother did it have to be so high △🏳️‍🌈

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sherlatson · 2 months

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Ojalá coja todos mis regalos y los tire, no quiero cosas que hice con todo mi cariño en posesión de una persona que me ha dado de lado de esta manera, y aun más me tortura el pensamiento de que su consciencia estará tranquila, como si no me hubiese tratado como la última mierda después de palabras de responsabilidad afectiva que se quedaron por el camino

#rant #dear diary #estoy de veras cansada de mi cabeza!!#pero no dejo de sentir esta rabia tan grande #basta ya por favor #es q estoy deseando deshacerme de sus cosas con rabia ngl

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ireadyabooks · 3 months

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Holocaust Remembrance Day with I read YA

In honor of Holocaust Remembrance Day, we have rounded up a few imperative World War II historical fiction novels that tell powerful stories of survival, resistance, and bravery. Join us in remembering the six million Jewish victims of the Holocaust and millions of other victims of Nazi persecution.

Artifice by Sharon Cameron

Isa de Smit was raised in the vibrant, glittering world of her parents' small art gallery in Amsterdam, a hub of beauty, creativity, and expression, until the Nazi occupation wiped the color from her city's palette. The "degenerate" art of the Gallery de Smit is confiscated, the artists in hiding or deported, her best friend, Truus, fled to join the shadowy Dutch resistance.

So when the unpaid taxes threaten her beloved but empty gallery, Isa decides to make the Nazis pay by selling them a fake--a Rembrandt copy drawn by her talented father. Isa sells her beautiful forgery to none other than Hitler himself, and on the way to the auction, discovers that Truus is part of a resistance ring to smuggle Jewish babies out of Amsterdam. But Truus cannot save more children without money. A lot of money. And Isa thinks she knows how to get it.

One more forgery and the Nazis will pay for the rescue of the very children they are trying annihilate. To make the sale, though, Isa will need to learn the art of a master forger, before the children can be deported, and before she can be outed as a collaborator. And she finds an unlikely source to help her do it: the young Nazi soldier, a blackmailer and thief of Dutch art, who now says he wants to desert the German army.

Yet, worth is not always seen from the surface, and a fake can be difficult to spot. Both in art, and in people. Based on the true stories of Han Van Meegeren, a master art forger who sold fakes to Hermann Goering, and Johann van Hulst, credited with saving 600 Jewish children from death in Amsterdam, Sharon Cameron weaves a gorgeously evocative thriller, simmering with twists, that looks for the forgotten color of beauty, even in an ugly world.

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Courage to Dream by Neal Shusterman and illustrated by Andrés Vera Martínez

National Book Award winner Neal Shusterman and acclaimed illustrator Andrés Vera Martínez present a graphic novel exploring the Holocaust through surreal visions and a textured canvas of heroism and hope. Courage to Dream plunges readers into the Holocaust — one of the greatest atrocities in human history — delving into the core of what it means to face the extinction of everything and everyone you hold dear.

This gripping, multifaceted tapestry is woven from Jewish folklore and cultural history. Five interlocking narratives explore one common story – the tradition of resistance and uplift. Neal Shusterman and Andrés Vera Martínez are internationally renowned creators who have collaborated on a masterwork that encourages the compassionate, bold reaching for a dream.

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Bluebird by Sharon Cameron

In 1946, Eva leaves behind the rubble of Berlin for the streets of New York City, stepping from the fiery aftermath of one war into another, far colder one, where power is more important than principles, and lies are more plentiful than the truth. Eva holds the key to a deadly secret: Project Bluebird -- a horrific experiment of the concentration camps, capable of tipping the balance of world power. Both the Americans and the Soviets want Bluebird, and it is something that neither should ever be allowed to possess.

But Eva hasn't come to America for secrets or power. She hasn't even come for a new life. She has come to America for one thing: Justice. And the Nazi that has escaped its net.

Stolen by Night by Steve Watkins

On May 10, 1940, the Nazis begin their march across Europe, and within weeks, France has fallen. At first, Nicolette’s world seems more or less the same despite the occupation. But as the months pass, the Third Reich tightens its hold on France and it becomes clear just what is at stake.

Nicolette is drawn into a growing resistance movement, determined to do her part to fight back. It’s a deadly secret she’ll have to keep from everyone, including her family. Nicolette’s own father works for local law enforcement, which is now under Nazi control, and who knows what might happen if anyone found out she joined the Resistance. But as Hitler’s empire grows, no one can escape the horrors of war. Including Nicolette.

One night, she vanishes without a trace, taken from the street by Nazi soldiers and declared an enemy of the state. Soon, Nicolette finds herself confronting the very heart of Hitler’s plans, bearing witness not just to the atrocities, but also to the courage, bravery, and hope that can emerge in even the darkest times. And it is in these small but powerful moments that Nicolette realizes her greatest weapon against the Nazis: to live, so she can tell the world the truth of what happened. But can one girl survive what was designed to destroy so many?

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The Light in Hidden Places by Sharon Cameron

It is 1943, and for four years, sixteen-year-old Stefania has been working for the Diamant family in their grocery store in Przemysl, Poland, singing her way into their lives and hearts. She has even made a promise to one of their sons, Izio -- a betrothal they must keep secret since she is Catholic and the Diamants are Jewish.

But everything changes when the German army invades Przemysl. The Diamants are forced into the ghetto, and Stefania is alone in an occupied city, the only one left to care for Helena, her six-year-old sister. And then comes the knock at the door. Izio's brother Max has jumped from the train headed to a death camp. Stefania and Helena make the extraordinary decision to hide Max, and eventually twelve more Jews. Then they must wait, every day, for the next knock at the door, the one that will mean death. When the knock finally comes, it is two Nazi officers, requisitioning Stefania's house for the German army.

With two Nazis below, thirteen hidden Jews above, and a little sister by her side, Stefania has one more excruciating choice to make.

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