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[hypnosiacon-archived]

Hello! I need an intro and I figured it will be a nice time to make one!

My name is Neko, i go by he/mew/paw pronouns! I'm a catboy rosboy lesboy, or a triple boy as sysmewbers call me sometimes! I love pink, blue and purple colors, vaporwave and similar aesthetics, obsessed over sport bikes and motorcycles in general!

I am a third mod in this blog and I do cutesy gendies, excluding some things that Iacon can do! Sometimes I use my 1stp neos, but they are easy and don't hurt much!

I hope we get along, mew!

[invisiacon-moved]

Hi, welcome to the Gallery, our name [Galeray] is not a typo!

This is a blog dedicated to coining Inviane terms, or any other term related to specific Picture, Gif, etc. Blog ran by four sysmates, more about us and our BFI you can find in our main coining blog @hypnosiacon !

Terms we do here: - Inviane (Note: I might make additional term like pictura / artis / etc, if I feel like it. Because let's not forget about these suffixes, I cherish them with my spark) - [-Flagic] - [-Gific] - [-Vidic] - [-Imaginis] - [-Pictura] - [-Artis] - Palettegenders - Colorgenders - [-Moodbordic] - [-Stimbordic] - [-Outfitic] - [-Dressic] - [-Accessoric] - [-Clothic] - [-Foorgearic] - [-Jeweleric]

Images mostly will be without IDs so please keep that in mind. If you are able to provide Image IDs for us - please do! We will really appreciate that!

Requests are open

[sansloii]

“You look like you're about to jump outta your skin, Songbird.” he laughs a little, looking from the Nunally's face to the steering wheel ahead of her in the driver's seat. “It's a little daunting — I know — but it always is. It certainly was for me too.”

She's asked him once, in the past, if he could teach her to drive. At the present, he couldn't remember if she had added on “like him” to that statement or had left it as is. His better judgement elects to believe that she had wanted to learn the basics of how to drive and that is the thought he would stick with. If she piped up with an additional request… well… he couldn't tell her no — not when she looked up at him with those gentle, but pleading eyes of hers.

However, a half promise ( a “Maybe later” ) is easy enough to say.

“You tell me when you're ready and I'll walk you through slowly, okay?”

Mini-Starter Call | @lured-into-wonderland

[jfouler]

💚💖— BUT MAKE IT SUPER EDITION !!! >:)c

Send 💚 for a reason NOT to date my muse / And send 💖 for a reason TO date my muse

💚 twice the baggage in this verse fr. in his main his whole thing is he doesn't want the people he loves to be scared… so it just gets worse here since he can Know when people are afraid and it literally gives him dopamine and strength, whether he likes it or not 😭 so.. very mopey a lot of the time. does the whole ugh... you shouldn't be near me... thing [does an emo little hair flip]

💖 very punctual and attentive. always shows up exactly on time, exactly where and when you ask. also has an item for just about everything.

[strictlycanon]

"So how you guys let a new boy in your gang?" ( @homelander-rp-blog for Micah! :D)

[ ✖ ]

Micah was alone sitting at the bar, nursing a beer. Until he wasn't. He watched as the other male sat down by him. He didn't know who this asshole was but as time flew by Micah and John had been talking and getting to know one another.

But perhaps Micah had drunk a little too much, just enough to be bragging about how he was one of 'Dutch's boys'. Once the question was asked Micah ordered a shot of whiskey. He quickly drank the shot back, he felt the warmth from the drink as it went down.

"I'm not the one you should be askin'... You should be talkin' to Van Der Linde. But I think that won't be a problem."

Normally Micah wouldn't invite anyone to join the gang because it would just be another mouth to feed. But Micah was buzzed and not thinking clearly.

@homelander-rp-blog

[silkchvffon]

jaiden walker, by dj anderson ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ ╱ @invcntions.

send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has / has taken of your muse(s) !

[revorto]

" nothing quite like watching the life leave your own eyes. "

rip through the peace with a hearty laugh. if not coated by sea salt & frigid water , it might contend for the loudest he has been in years. leather boots spread puddles across the creaking wood , approaching the dim lantern set upon an eerily empty bar. ❛ ❛ took the words right out my mouth. ❜ ❜ take the moment to steal a glance at a list well kept , eyes flicking past the rigid red lines which scattered the page. ( WHERE ARE THEY ? — they demanded. ) ignoring the creeping voices is all he can do , grumbles filling in the empty space. ❛ ❛ hmph. you ain't on it. ❜ ❜ —— yet why bring him here ? he does not care for small talk , for a man of few words , the depths must really be playing a cruel joke on him now. take a glance at the living , he raised a brow to the lack of fear & cowardice which were always prompted from his mere presence. perhaps he had reached the age where those who live in bilgewater have some faint courage. / @adenial

[ryeonah]

Koo Ryeon had become intimately aware of how the dead ran from her, knowing fully well that she was there to drag them to hell. She was used to chasing after the dead, finding them in a corner, and roughly making them aware of their circumstances before saying that the soul had been collected. Despite that, she had never had a soul run so far for so long, let alone to another country completely. It was an anomaly, but given how the soul was in their lifetime, she couldn't say that she was too surprised. Annoyance found a home on her features as she scanned the streets, wondering where a soul like his would hide — every society had an underbelly, a place where people lurked within the shadows, and that was where she would go first.

The whisperings she heard of a man connected to the spiritual world seemed like a promising avenue for her to try. With that being said, she also knew that humans tended to talk and boast about things to make themselves seem better, and she wasn't about to be labeled a fool. Perhaps that was why she took such talks with a grain of salt and presented herself as a tourist who wanted to see the city. The quicker she found the runaway soul, the better because she could get back to work collecting the damned. Gritted teeth and narrowed eyes soon greeted the man before her, blocking her path. ❝ Is there something I could help you with, or will you just stand there all day in my way? ❞ She inquired harshly, perhaps a little too harshly.

It seemed to her that she would be away longer than she intended, this particular collection turning into a nuisance. ❝ I have places to be, and things to do before settling into the city. ❞ It was easy for her to lie; she had been doing it for centuries now. Then again, her words weren't entirely deceptive. Though she certainly was a perfidious woman. ❝ Do you do this to all tourists? ❞ She inquired after a moment, a raised eyebrow accompanying her words.

❝ If this is a shakedown, I promise it will not be easy for you. ❞ Her words were laced with threats denoting her intentions — she would not make things easy for him or anyone else for that matter. The more she stood around, the more she knew she was wasting time, and the sooner she could find the absconded soul, the better. This was already turning into a lot of paperwork for her. Truth be told, she felt like there was something different about this man. It was like he could see straight through her.

// @truehead

[shesacrified]

❝ Jiraya-sensei, what are you doing? ❞ She inquired, curiosity clutching onto each word that she spoke. Truthfully, she couldn't remember the last time she had seen him in the village. She was on her way for a training session with her team, only to be distracted by the other — and this would undoubtedly be the first time she was ever late for a training session. ❝ If you're looking for Minato-sensei, he's at the training grounds; we were told to meet him there. ❞ She explained after a moment.

@frogprinceus // ☆

[hlysins]

This blog has been around long enough so .....what if this was a mains & relationships call so i can make you guys tags? Maybe affiliates?

[namizc]

Hello friends! Perhaps I am being a tad overzealous in posting this now, but here we go. Mutuals, please give this post a ♡ if you are interested in discussing relationships (any type) with Nami (and then subsequently added to my bonds page!). Also, give this post a ♡ if you would be interested in being mains with me! I will accept up to THREE mains of the same character, mains will get a specialized tag from to track their blog with and added to my mains page! Mains will also be added to the bonds page of course!

[invisiacon-moved]

Invihearshmallow: An inviane identity that can only be described using this image:

[sansloii]

The red light district—home to Club Yume, and typical hangout spot for Naoya. Even after his work at the cabaret club, he would wander with the streets, chatting away with the regulars and staff at surrounding establishments. It was a way to wind down, for one, but it would also allow him to string up a web of connections all across the district. Thus, he'd be able to spot any changes that'd need his… attention. During one of his usual wanderings, Naoya caught sight of an unfamiliar man. While not an unusual sight, with curious tourists frequenting the area, the way this man carried himself was suspect, even a bit familiar. Hoping to confirm his suspicions, Naoya approached, putting on a coy smile. "Hello, handsome," he purred, sliding up beside him. "What brings you to a place like this, hm?"

The man checks his watch a couple times as he makes his way through the district, not seeming like he's in any sort of rush but his steps carry him down the street with purpose. Normally, when it comes to small, inconsequential meetings and get-togethers, he passes on the responsibility to attend to someone under him if he could. As much as he would like to be multiple places at once ( and deal with multiple things in the same breath ), he couldn't. He valued what little free time he had… and sought to spend it wisely.

Here — now — he was using said free time… somewhat wisely. Roderick wasn't here for a meeting, no, but to drag another party to a “meeting” they had deigned to miss for a reason that escapes him. However, what he did know was that their participation in it was… important, to say the very least, and their absence was noticed.

The address he's heading to is little than a five minute walk from where he is now, with the man fishing his phone out of his pocket so he can double check the information he'd been given.

An unfamiliar voice cuts through his thoughts and brings his “on the job” line of thinking to a standstill, with Roderick looking up from his phone. He's gifted with the sly smile from the stranger and a question, one that he puts away his phone to answer.

“As much as I don't want it to be, it's for work.” Roderick answers, jokingly flashing a small smile at the man in turn. “I'm… looking for someone — an acquaintance of mine.”

“…And what about you? What brings someone like you to a place like this?”

Prompted | @crimecourted

[jfouler]

[cowboys ur jamie] john marston who? the only sad, wet-eyed cowboy dad i know is this guy

[byakugoseal]

The war had seemed so long ago and yet it was still vivid in her memories and dreams — and she owed Obito a lot, if it weren’t for him saving her life she wasn’t certain that she would still be here today. Though the revelation that he was that freak in a mask they had encountered on a mission once still shocked her. It seemed to her that the two men were completely different people. ❝ Are you holding up okay? ❞ A lot has certainly changed in the village since he roamed its streets and she could even say the same about the village she knew now and the village she knew in her youth. One of the main things she had advocated for was a pardon on his part, while his motivations were muddled with pain she didn’t think that he was entirely culpable even though she certainly did not know the entire situation. ❝ Plus, I just wanted to thank you for everything. So I figured, why come out here. ❞ She added, a light hum accompanying her words. 

She knew that not everyone in the village had accepted him, she had seen the gazes they had given to him and heard many of the whispers and rumors — things she would always shut down when they occurred in her presence. Over the years she had come to learn that things were not as black and white as she always assumed them to be. The world and its inhabitants were complex and nobody was infallible. She herself was no stranger to making mistakes and wrong choices. After all, had she not incapacitated her own team thus breaking their trust in her? She could not understand how a village who turned its backs on and condemned children like Naruto and Sasuke could act like judge and jury when it came to people like Obito. 

❝ I think that it is also time for you to get some fresh air, so why don’t you join me for tea? It’ll be my treat. ❞ She offered with a smile. While she would never fully come to learn the complexities and dark history of Konoha, she had learned enough secrets from Sasuke to know that perhaps this Uchiha was also a victim of a broken system trying to find their place in a new world they did not yet know. ❝ And it’s not like anyone would dare turn us away. ❞ Not with these fists of mine, Shannarō! 

 @tentaiiled // 召喚    

[gavelsins]

What if you liked this because you are interested in being mains so I can make you a nice little tag?