#Nini S.

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y'all why'd my ex-situationship from FIVE**** years ago jus follow me on instagram... like omg i thought you were in hell?

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waiting for Kai 59/641 ↳ Kai at a Gucci event (2020)

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bby day!!💖 evy ☝️ met aisu!!! s m new blu fwogge!!!💖💖🥺

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💖HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY💖

I made some cinnarolls to celebrate~

On this day full of love please take the time to donate to those who need it the most, people from Palestine. Please donate to the AFS gofundme I have in my linktree i also have kofi donation sketches!

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Buried, by wedrinktea [ X ]

Leon shows up with a concussion and something to hide.

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Neil is thinking about life with Lily.........

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waking dreams

what if we… were in a never-ending nightmare sustained by eldritch gods as punishment for unspeakable sins… and i cut your head off .. aha ha, just kidding.. unless..?

nini and aoife reminded me of a thing i wrote for bloodborne au months ago but never actually got around to posting, which will make complete sense to one person, partial sense to about six other people, and no sense to anyone else, but you know what? it’s fine. you don’t need any context aside from my refrain of “DECAPITATION (ROMANTIC)” (this is also a content warning for decapitation (romantic))

The old workshop reeked, when Aymeric closed his eyes—of dust, rotting wood, candle wax, metal and oil and rust, both from the blades on the walls and the ever-present blood, in bottles and vials and ground into his clothes. The stillness in the building itself had always reminded him a bit of a church, with the workbench serving as an altar to the old gods of slaughter.

He felt shivers prickling up the skin of his neck, and took a deep breath. There was no danger here. None that he wasn’t willing to turn his back on, anyway.

When he opened his eyes again, the moonlight through the warped glass of the window caught on the swords left abandoned by their makers: cleavers, trick canes, a scythe flashing like a grim smile in the darkness, twin to the one Hanami was using now in the misty fields. She really was so skilled with it. What a mercy.

He shuddered again at the crunch of loose stone, and the creak of the floorboard behind him—when he turned, there she was, resplendent in her dark coat, her scythe held loosely in one hand. He supposed there was blood on her somewhere—it was unavoidable, in their line of work—but it wasn’t on the blade, which shone clean and bright.

“Come on,” she said, her voice as gentle as Aymeric had ever heard it, quiet as a grave.

He shook his head even as he took a step toward her. “I could—”

“No,” she told him, much firmer—oh, there was the flint in her eyes, ready to spark against steel. “I told you. Keep your hands clean. This is my work.”

“I know,” he insisted. Maybe this was what prayer felt like, for those more devout than he: a desperate plea to be heard, if just for a moment, by a power greater than he really understood. “But I…I do not wish to leave you alone. After.”

Hanami shifted her weight; her arm moved, too, a gentle tilt of her wrist to prop her scythe against her shoulder. “Let me worry about after,” she said. “I will make do. Are you ready?”

He took another deep breath (metal and dust and copper, from rust and from blood). The release left him feeling…deflated, somehow. It was pointless to fight her. She’d proved it, soundly, repeatedly, and—perhaps selfishly—he didn’t want to part on bad terms. Didn’t want to fight. It had been such a long, long night already.

“If you are,” he said, “then yes. I am.”

The garden surrounding the workshop reminded him of home, clearly having been lovely in its past life before being left to rot and decay in the darkness. The flowers had largely been replaced by headstones, which they wove between as Hanami led him around the hillside. Fog swirled around their ankles, making the whole landscape seem boundless; in the distance, beyond what he imagined were cliffs, there were abandoned ships’ masts canted at tired angles, a sort of forest of rigging and timber. He’d never heard any water here, but then this place was always unnaturally still. What flowers there were bent back to standing under their feet, so he couldn’t even mark the paths that she had walked before—couldn’t begin to guess where…

No matter.

Hanami led him along a meandering route through the greenery and the graves until they passed through the fence marking the boundaries of the workshop yard and into the open field. The scent of metal and rust faded into crushed grass and oncoming rain. The slope became gentler, smoother, a steady roll down into the fog and the drop, framed at its high point by the skeletal fingers of trees, and a pair of dirt mounds below it.

Fresh graves. Aymeric knew, with a certainty deeper than his marrow, that the long haft marking one would be Estinien’s rifle spear, and surely the glint at the head of the other would be from Ninira’s Tonitrus.

“On your knees,” Hanami said.

His sword would make a decent gravestone, he thought as he sank to his knees in the soft meadow grass. Better with the shield to lean against it and catch the light.

Aymeric considered closing his eyes, the better to breathe in the midnight dew and chlorophyll, and the faintest scent of sword oil and sweat, but he decided against it. The ground around him was clean, not a single blood-spatter to be found, and with the moon before him and the very edges of the trees guarding his view of the gentle slope down into the fog, he could think of few things he would rather watch as he died.

“Thank you,” he said, unable to force his voice above a whisper. It was such a stunning view. He wondered whether Hanami had taken such care to scout out places to lead Ninira and Estinien—marveled at her care in her execution.

The air was still, so he could hear her every step as she rustled the flowers underfoot. He bowed his head. “No,” she said, “keep your head straight.” It was her glove, not her sword, which brushed his jawline, lifting his chin.

He did as she asked, rolling his shoulders back—perfect posture. The silver light washed over him like icewater.

“Count back from ten,” she said.

He smiled. “Ten,” he said. Her boot crunched in the grass behind him. Aymeric thought, if the moon always looked this lovely, he could understand why some men felt compelled to worship it. “Nine.”

Hanami was a swift and merciful hunter. He never even made it to eight.

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I AM BACK <3

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Anyway fuck timothy federle or whatever his name is because in MY head Gina went to L.A. to film her movie (bc that was a thing apparently?) and had to enroll in school for a bit which is how she reconnects in person with Nini. The two get closer because they both v much enjoy being friends & Nini is a stable rock for Gina to lean on and vice versa. They drive to go see Kourtney at college every chance they get because duh. Nini helps Gina rehearse for her movie and Gina helps Nini with her songwriting and boom we get an exact S1 mirror plot except this time it’s Nini and Gina and we get one of the sweetest “enemies” to friends to lovers plots.

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Video: Jessie (as Jessilee) and Gourgeist, Nini and Smoochum, and Concetta and Scraggy compete in the Pokémon Showcase Master Class in this official clip from Pokémon the Series XYZ

The Pokémon Company has released another clip as part of its ongoing efforts to promote the beloved and iconic Pokémon animated series: Pokémon Showcase Master Class! | Pokémon the Series: XYZ | Official Clip Who would get your vote? Jessie (as Jessilee) and Gourgeist, Nini and Smoochum, and Concetta and Scraggy compete in the Pokémon Showcase Master Class! ✨ For more iconic Pokémon animation…

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looking thru some back up disks my dad gave me to revise (they're from his office) and looks like someone's daughter was a tumblrina in 2012 XD

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*crashes through door and stumbles over my own feet* 

actually the entire movie Still Breathing from 1997 has autistic vibes, not just the main characters. Fletcher comes from a line of people who found their “soulmates” because of dreams, and they all find it very ordinary. Fletcher also does very odd things like play classical music in rivers and cut faces out of magazines to construct depictions of his soulmate, and yet his grandma thinks it’s great. Autistic people often have autistic relatives, so things that would seem odd to more neurotypical families become very commonplace and accepted in autistic families. Also, the entire movie is both about being jaded about humans, and about having a sense of wonder about fate and art, a dichotomy often obvious in autistic individuals. Additionally, the movie is very focused on colors, which always resonates with me specifically because sometimes my autistic brain thinks of things in colors rather than words. And don’t forget that so many of the scenes are just random moments where someone is doing something mundane that doesn’t drive the plot, almost like the audience is in parallel play with the characters-

*trips and falls behind the couch*

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✦ Nome do personagem: Wong Nini. ✦ Faceclaim e função: Xinyu - Triple S. ✦ Data de nascimento: 25/05/2002. ✦ Idade: 21 anos. ✦ Gênero e pronomes: Feminino, ela/dela. ✦ Nacionalidade e etnia: China, chinesa. ✦ Qualidades: Curiosa, comunicativa e bem humorada. ✦ Defeitos: Contraditória, inquieta e desfocada. ✦ Moradia: Asphodel Meadows. ✦ Ocupação: Estudante de Moda. ✦ Twitter: @AM02WN ✦ Preferência de plot: CRACK, FLUFFY. ✦ Char como condômino: Nini é uma garota expansiva e alegre, apesar de ser desbocada em algumas ocasiões, possui coração de manteiga e gosta de sentir-se útil.

Biografia:

A história de Wong Nini, natural de Beijing, capital chinesa, pode até parecer com uma que você já tenha ouvido falar, mas eu posso garantir que essa garota é única nesse mundo. A única filha de pais chineses muito abastados nunca se contentou pouco, talvez tivesse sido extremamente influenciada por sua mãe – o seu maior exemplo de vida –, ou talvez só quisesse mesmo aproveitar tudo que o dinheiro pudesse proporcionar. Não era do tipo de pessoa mesquinha e que se achava superior aos outros, sua criação foi baseada em valores como simplicidade e ajuda ao próximo, mas isso não a impedia de sonhar alto e desejar ter uma vida onde luxos e regalias vinham em abundância. Isso também não a impedia de mostrar sua boa educação, de tratar as pessoas de maneira igualitária e de ser sempre prestativa; só que nunca se tirou do primeiro lugar.

Nunca negou que tinha plena ciência do poder e influência que o dinheiro possuía nas pessoas, o mundo por si só era ganancioso e ela, muito ambiciosa. Não se preocupar excessivamente com uma vida onde o dinheiro não era o principal problema era um dos motivos que a faziam se esforçar para ser alguém na vida, mas infelizmente não era tão fácil assim. Nini nunca gostou de esperar, afinal de contas. Batendo o pé na insistência de um intercâmbio cultural que foi aceito a muito custo por seus pais, ela se viu em Seul, onde aprendeu uma nova língua para poder sobreviver ali. Ter a chance de se formar em uma universidade de renome e peso faria total diferença em seu currículo, assim como se tornaria uma verdadeira massagem em seu ego. Não a tome como supérflua, Nini apenas desejava aproveitar o melhor que a vida podia oferecer. O curso de Moda quase fazia parte de si muito antes da escolha de fato acontecer, lutaria com unhas e dentes para conseguir uma vaga na Seoul Digital University e assim o fez – aos seus olhos, o impossível era apenas uma questão de opinião.

Nini só não contava que durante um estágio realizado em uma empresa extremamente famosa no ramo da moda, teria recebido um convite inusitado: Não foi difícil chamar a atenção do CEO famoso que lhe propôs a relação baseada em dinheiro, já que o homem fazia isso com diversas mulheres. Ele propôs à chinesa pagamentos mensais por puro prazer pessoal, a Wong seria bancada e teria todas suas vontades financeiras realizadas – não precisaria fazer nada que não quisesse, a relação entre eles era puramente profissional.

Qual era o erro em querer ter uma boa vida e ter alguém para bancá-la? Ela não precisou fazer nada para isso acontecer, ela ao menos foi atrás. Aceitando ser mantida por esse homem e escondendo esse fato de todas as pessoas ao seu redor, a garota só não contava com que, diferente das outras meninas, iria desenvolver uma amizade genuína e verdadeira com o homem, se tornando a maior confidente do CEO que não era tão mais velho que ela.

Para seus pais, a estudante continuava vivendo no dormitório da faculdade, se sustentando com o dinheiro recebido de seus estágios, com a ajuda de uma mesada generosa mas que era controlada pelos genitores e em busca de conseguir emprego fixo após se formar. Porém, a realidade era que Nini vivia uma vida repleta de luxo, tendo tudo do bom e do melhor graças ao trabalho secreto que fazia. Tentava manter em segredo esse lado de sua vida a todo custo, mesmo sabendo que nada se mantém escondido por muito tempo. Foi convidada a morar em um complexo muito bem falado, onde estaria bem instalada e disfrutaria do luxo oferecido a si, mas com o tempo, sentiu-se sozinha, o que a fez ter a ideia de oferecer um dos quartos restantes do apartamento para que alguém se dispusesse a dividir consigo. Não foi necessário tempo demais esperando, já que uma garota, um ano mais velha do que a si própria, se interesse em dividir o apartamento.

🎬 Oportunidade Única! 🎞️ ✦ O diretor de cinema, durante o evento I’m The Drama, considerou Wong Nini como um talento em potencial e achou uma ótima ideia cobrir com os custos de um curso profissional de 4 meses sobre DESIGN DE FIGURINO. O certificado é um acréscimo importantíssimo no currículo.

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it’s real, but it’s from a the preview for next week so it could very well be taken out of context. however it’s still hilarious HDKDKDFJ

ahjsdkg that man is such a mess i would not be suprised if it´s real, but let´s hope it´s been taken out of context !!

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