#Oculare

[darkakushi]

Per il ciclo #regalifantasticiedovetrovarli Ecco i regali della mia cognatina @cri2cri2 ❤️❤️❤️ Ovviamente il #mercanteinfiera a tema anime è davvero top da #sanguinamento #oculare Però come sempre riesce a scovare delle piccole chicche che mi mandano in brodo di giuggiole... Grazie per il gancio #fidgetspinner multifunzione è diventato subito indispensabile ❤️❤️❤️ https://www.instagram.com/l4i7/p/CYtzq4pNg4h/?utm_medium=tumblr

[someonelookingpraediti]

Oculare

praediti able to see that which is unseen

[kidmxn]

“ why should we even be defining what is and isn’t art? ”

@oculare / unraveled sentence meme

“I’m not trying to define anything.” Oh, she can feel a migraine coming on fast, and she exhales her breath in a sigh. “I don’t care enough about art to have an opinion on it.” And why is she even having this conversation with him, anyway? It’s a losing battle and she knew that from the moment she opened her mouth, and yet.

And yet. Nice going, Kid. Way to keep your mouth shut.

[2puntozeno]

👁 oculare . #littlewordshot #oculare . #infopointlaterza #Laterza #Taranto #Puglia #volgopuglia #volgoitalia #volgotaranto #igerspuglia #vivopuglia #coloridipuglia #pugliastyle #yallerspuglia #pugliaview #vitainpuglia #visitpuglia #openfuture #ig_puglia_ #nonveniteinpuglia #weareinpuglia #goodtoearth #puglia_city #amolapuglia #puglia_mylove #pugliacom #italiastyle_puglia #pugliapromozione #pugliamia (presso Fontana dei Mascheroni di Laterza) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bs-yfoJFdPi/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=pibxvt4fu2o7

[corefled]

❛ i grew up before children were special. ❜

@oculare / comeback kid starters

Lily looks at Stefano with an unreadable expression, her head tilting just slightly to one side as she considers his words. She’s twelve and used to his presence by now—her pulse doesn’t race with adrenaline and the urge to run like it did the first few months after everything—but she still hasn’t worked out her opinion of him.

“Were children not special, or were you not special?” It’s asked with the innocence of a child; it’s not the scathingly judgmental thing it could be from anyone more mean-spirited. Sure, some of the innocence a child of Lily’s age deserves is gone—she’s seen monsters and horrors and feared for her life. But her lack of interaction with children her own age, or even with a diverse group of adults, for five years stunted her social growth. Even with the level of emotional maturity she has, her social skills aren’t the greatest. She’s not always aware of how things might come across.

[goddamnitconnor-a]

♧ let's play a game called "how fast can i get in trouble with the cop"

meme // accepting

♧ - slap my muse’s hand away from something they shouldn’t touch

There was a still, single moment where the lieutenant seemedfrozen in motion. He’s not as youngas he used to be and sometimes some things—really, really stupid things—take a bit longer to comprehend. Like why the hell this asshole would think smacking his hand is a good idea. Thefirst indication of the coming storm is a simple tightening of his lips; agesture that can go unnoticed if it isn’t being looked for. Unfortunately forthis prick, that’s all the warning he gives.

“Listen here, you little shit—” He doesn’t waste time ingrabbing the ( self-proclaimed ) artistup by the lapels of his fancy overcoat. He uses the momentum and the guy’slight weight to connect his back nicely with the wall behind him. It’s notsatisfying enough, so Hank decides to give him one more good shove before his anger settles enoughthat he can speak coherently again.

“Touch me again and the leastof your problems is going to be that piece of junk.” What was so importantabout some outdated camera, anyway? What antique shop did he even find this damn thing in?

“Got it?”

[fidelissimum-a]

“You know where you can stick your instructions?”

meme && accepting

“I usually put them in my inbox. Do you think there’s a better place for them?”

[ofgourmet]

@oculare replied to your photoset:

syd! i love u!

<3333333

[obscurarum]

@oculare / x

She makes a sort of jittery sound of excitement, head moving back and forth in a happy display. Maybe she’s supposed to take pictures of the art, but she likes taking pictures of him, too. His expressions when doing things he loves! The way he looks covered in blood! What a spectacle!

His words and open arms are welcoming, and Obscura lovingly lowers her head into his arms with a pleased hum of a sound. She’s content like this, with this simple attention.

[blackjacketmuses]

for kuja: 12, 18, 21, 24, 40

12. How are they bodily expressive? How do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands?

Kuja is an actor. Everything he does in public is performative -- he knows what he wants people to see and gives it to them. Admittedly this is in part because he’s also a bit of a childish drama queen and likes to act, but it’s also because he likes having the power to control how people see him.

He’s very bodily expressive, though, gesturing and standing a certain way and very openly expressive, though it’s all curated. 

Even when he’s not acting, he’s still pretty expressive, if not more so. When he’s not performing for the public’s sake he’s possibly even more gesture-y and loud and childish and open with his emotions. In fact it’s...how childish he is comes right up to the surface and makes him seem almost more innocent.

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

Well, it depends on if he’s alive, lol

If, as I write it, he survives the Iifa Tree’s collapse? He’s dying -- he doesn’t know when, but he knows his timer’s running out. Knowing that, and knowing how much he never knew about what it meant to live -- and understanding, of a sort, what it might mean...he wants to live. He wants to do something worth it while he has the time. He wants to spend what he has left...doing something he wants to do for himself, and maybe-- maybe spend it with the one person who ever seemed to actually care (his brother).

He wants to live what’s left of his life to the fullest -- and he wants to learn what that really, truly means. It might humble him, it might make him softer and more genuine, and it might even begin to teach him how to be human for real, push him out of the childish state he’s been trapped in for lack of learning.

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

He...doesn’t seek any relationships out?? He doesn’t want to. He doesn’t think he needs any! He has people he uses and manipulates for his own ends, like the people in Treno he gets money and power from, the people he sells his black mages to, the people who he charms into doing things for him of giving things to him. He has no real relationships, only shallow “they have / can do something I need”....things.

However, he’s...strangely, weirdly kind to certain people, even if he doesn’t understand why himself. 

As for prefer, he’d honestly prefer to be alone, because most people he deals with he doesn’t like: it’s only in recent time (see: post-game) that he’s beginning to find that he’s softening towards some people, and that he doesn’t actually want to be alone.

24. How do they present themselves socially? What distinguishes their “persona” from their “true self”, and what causes that difference? 

He’s 90% persona, honestly. 

The charming, manipulative, eloquent performance he puts on is for the benefit of everyone around him, everyone he plans to use and everyone he convinces himself he doesn’t need. He has the power to control what people see, and he uses that to the fullest extent. He absolutely uses peoples’ perceptions of him and shows them what he wants them to see because he’s very bent on not letting anyone have power over him in any way.

But their true self is a lot more childish -- more childish, even, than his usual performative self -- and a lot more...insecure. A lot more frightened. He genuinely doesn’t understand so much about life and about emotions and about being a human -- and so much of his formative experience with it was deeply terrible -- so he’s fairly insecure and frightened, and the type to lash out when he’s cornered or confronted by it. 

TL;DR he’s a frightened, insecure child with a temper that pretends to be a lot more adult than he is -- he can be very charming and manipulative, of course, but he’s a good actor.

40. What do they wonder about? What sparks their curiosity and imagination, and why? How is this expressed, if it is?

A LOT. 

He doesn’t know so much, and he’s just now realizing how much -- even before this, though, he devoured any kind of information that was something he hadn’t known before, but now it’s almost desperate.

He asks tons of questions, and he tries so hard to learn and find out things he doesn’t know, because now he knows there’s so much to learn and he wants to know it all before he dies. He doesn’t want to miss anything.

He can be a little annoying about it sometimes, like a curious child, but he’s earnest at least.

[youngscion]

@oculare: cont. from x

“Trying to flatter me now, are you?” He can’t complain, he’s clearly enjoying the attention.

There’s a twinge of excitement in his chest. Not fear, no. Stefano doesn’t really have it in him to be afraid of Shuu. He breathes slowly, softly, dark eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as he closes his eye for a moment.

Perhaps this is what love is, he muses. Knowing you could have your throat ripped out, and reveling in the knowledge that it will never come to pass.

“I suppose I should be impressed with your sense of restraint. Or…do you want permission to go further?”

“Is that your way of telling me you’d give me permission?” is Shuu’s teasing mumble, lips moving against skin to almost muffle his own words. His hand rises to cup the opposite side of Stefano’s neck, and his thumb finds his pulse, just to feel it. He wants to continue to feel it as his mouth begins to wander—the kisses he presses are slow, warm things (parted lips, a brush of his tongue against his skin with every slow kiss) down the curve of his neck, lazy and deliberate.

There’s a hint of teeth then as he stops right where neck and shoulder meet. It’s just a playful warning, or even a type of tease; nothing about it is enough to even hurt, but just let it be known that there are still teeth behind soft lips. 

“You know,” he breathes, the words hot breaths, “I could bite here. Mark you as mine, non?” Shuu is smiling as he says it, but there’s also a growling aspect to his words—or maybe it’s an affectionate purr of sorts tucked into the words. He follows up with a gentle nip at the skin there.

The alcohol may have his mind and body moving slow, but there’s also something about this moment that makes him feel hyper-aware of everything—every breath Stefano takes, the feeling of his pulse right beneath his thumb, the warmth shared even through fabric where they’re pressed against each other on this couch. His own heart feels so light in his chest (which is a new feeling, brought on by Stefano’s presence, but it’s certainly one he’s come to adore).

[besetzung-rp]

@oculare ((Closed RP))

The Krimson City Headhunter had been terrorising the city for the past month or so. The moment the first kill had hit the headlines, Emil had been at Lieutenant Vankirk’s office door asking to help out on the case. The details of the case had intrigued him, a missing head, staging, and a beautiful model? This seemed more than your run of the mill killer at first. But alas, Vankirk was hesitant to have Emil help him since the last case they had worked together almost involved the killer walking free. Emil’s interview was… unconventional. He had used the killer’s desires against him to lure him into confessing… which had involved him practically using the details of the case to flirt with the subject. It was a bizarre but entirely effective method that had the killer spewing the details of his crimes in an effort to finally talk to someone who “truly understands”. However, the defense had argued this was coercion and, since a lot of the hard evidence of the case was do to what the man confessed to, almost had the whole case thrown out. Thankfully the local ADA was able to argue that what Emil did was no different than any detective deceiving someone  to catch them in a lie, but it had made Vankirk very wary of his methods. So try as Emil may, he was unable to help on this particular case.

So for the first four murders, all Emil had to go on was whatever the Krimson Post was publishing… which wasn’t much. He had the basics--that the killer’s victims were all models and all of them were being beheaded--but nothing to really help him solve the crime. He had gone back after it was announced that this killer was officially a serial killer on the loose, but he was still met with resistance. He had all but given up on trying to help when the fourth victim was confirmed to be the work of the Headhunter, but it was then that he was approached to help work on the case.

At first he thought it was just the Detectives getting fed up with the investigation going nowhere, especially since it was one of the detectives he was more friendly with who had approached him about it. But when he realised that the call was from high? He couldn’t be more thrilled about it.

He scoured over the photos that were presented to him, trying to find the similarities of each of the murders and the differences. At first it really only seemed like the heads were missing and that they were models, but as Emil absentmindedly picked up the best ‘overall’ shots to put up to compare the victims he started to see another trend.

Sure, Emil had noticed the staging before but there was something different about this. Each of them was posed carefully and meticulously. The way one of the victim’s dress was sprawled over the pavement, the way one of the victim's hands was outstretched as if she was reach for something in the distance, even the way the scenery laid around them, the lighting. Everything was so perfectly planned, perfectly placed. It seemed more than just a “well here’s what I’ve done” kind of staging, there seemed to be another motive about it.

Emil had all of the photos side by side in progressive order on the little light up whiteboard he had in his office. He was leaning against the back of his desk, peering up at them trying to figure out what the killer could have really wanted from all of them. Why were the heads removed? Was there some sort of significance there? And why make them look so… pretty? Pretty was the only word Emil could think of to describe what he was looking at. The killer had attempted to make these corpses look… pretty. But why? Remorseful posing was never given /this/ much detail. Why go through all that effort…?

“Hey Doc?” Emil’s thoughts were interrupted by Detective Riviera, the same Detective that had brought him in on the case. “Hey sorry to interrupt, but uh… Forbs is on lunch and they just called in a triple down by fifth so we’re kind of short at the moment and here’s this uh… photographer guy who says he might be able to help with identifying the victim? Stefano something or other? Could you do me a solid and interview him? He’s in interview one.”

Emil laughed. “Sounds like you already expected my answer to be yes, Detective.” Emil gave Riviera a knowing smile.

“I mean… when do you ever say no?” the Detective countered. “To you? Not often.” a coy smile as Emil was gathering up his case files and more… respectable pictures of the victims to show the… ‘photographer guy’.

“I rest my case.” Riviera said as Emil pushed back him into the bullpen, the psychologist rolled his eyes.

“Have fun on your case, Riviera.” Emil said with a shooing kind of wave as he made his way over to the interview room. He took a second to collect himself, pulling off the glasses he forgot he was still wearing, and pushing his way into the cozy, but small, interview room.

This wasn’t interrogation, this was the room they brought parents and other family of victims to and other more casual interviews. It still had a large table and a one way mirror in it, but there were a few comfy chairs and a couch in the room as well. Emil’s eyes scanned over the room and when they settled on the man he was supposingly interviewing he spoke up. “Hello, I’m Dr. Emil Faust, a resident psychologist for the KCPD.” he smiled at him before walking over to the table and placing his things on it. “Sorry none of the Detectives are around to take your statement--duty calls.” he made a wave for the man to join him at the table--if he wasn’t already. “But I am more than willing to assist you, Mr…?” he realised that Riviera had never given him a last name and decided asking for it was more polite than just expecting to be able to call him “Stefano”.

[sweetflowcr-blog]

        “YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED HERE.”

The little being radiated with power, despite her size. She clenched her hands at her side, squared her jaw. Even her eyes, usually so gentle and kind, hardened to ice. Every inch of her four foot five being screamed CASTELLANOS. 

She was her father’s daughter. There was no denying that.

@oculare // starter call

[whiithers-blog]

❝ What are you doing here? Explain yourself! ❞

 “I’m.. More interested,” Leslie spoke somewhat quietly as his gaze slowly went about the large gallery, eyes going about the sequence of photographs and works hung on the walls like they were.

“In what you’re doing,” A pause, allowing a moment to process the situation a little, and his own words. “Here..” He finally finished, eyes landing on an unspecified portrait of sorts. 

 It was extravagant, a lot of.. Passion went into making this corner of his world as it was. The show of power alone expressed the artist’s stance in this world, but to what ends?  For what purpose did he create all of this, what was the motivation? What was the inspiration..?  Leslie didn’t exactly enjoy these sorts of works, dark as they were, but he was intrigued, and the artist’s ambitions seemed as intriguing as the art he displayed as proudly as he did.

[blackjacketmuses]

for kain: 1, 13, 17, 29, 39

1. How do they move and carry themselves? Pace, rhythm, gestures, energy?

Kain carries himself like a soldier -- shoulders back, stride steady, head high, all of that. Proper at-rest stance and all, most of the time. He tries to be as proper as possible. He does have a bit of a...repressed energy to him, though, sometimes, something that says he’s holding himself back a little. It comes out when hes a bit agitated or excited, gesturing a little more than normal or speaking a little more forcefully, but usually he’s a bit more sedate -- even if it means he’s holding himself back a bit.

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed? 

He’s very realistic, leaning towards a bit pessimistic, and he tries to see the best in things, but it’s hard for him to do that. He’s not necessarily a worrier, but he always tends to think about worst case scenarios and prepare for them -- even if just so he can keep others around him from facing the brunt of said things happening.

He ends up coming off as fairly serious, and even a bit morbid at times -- his suggestions of what could happen or what might happen or what’s happening tend towards the dark or grim and it’s not very appreciated at times, but his men and his friends have experienced enough to appreciate his outlook.

He has a hard time being positive -- it’s just a matter of him fearing the worst most of the time, and resenting himself for not being more optimistic and positive, and that feeds into the rest of it, and it’s a cycle.

17. Are they more shaped by nature or nurture — who they are, or what has happened to them? How have these shaped who they’ve become as a person?

Nature for sure!

He was raised by an incredibly stern, strict military father, and very little maternal presence in his life (his mother passed on when he was a baby), and then after his father died when he was perhaps five or six he was given into the king’s care and immediately was at odds with the king’s foster son, Cecil -- a little boy, a year younger than him, who seemed to have everything he wanted and get everything he wanted and didn’t seem to do anything to get it. 

It was a combination of the strictness of his youth and the initial jealousy of Cecil that shaped much of who he is today, and even though he adores Cecil now, some things are much, much harder to shake.

29. What kind of activities, interests, and hobbies do they have? What significance and impact do these have in their lives, both positive and negative?

.....KAIN DO YOU HAVE HOBBIES.....

Oh. Oh you do, okay, good.

Kain would have loved to fly dragonback through the skies like dragoons of eld -- but his father’s dragon, the last of his kind, was very old when Kain was young, and passed on soon after his father. So...Kain gravitated to the next best thing, spending what little free time he had in Cid Pollendina’s workshop, learning about airships and how to fly upon them. He’s an amateur engineer, and enjoys the hobby deeply -- he can work with his hands and make things and it also allows him to fly like he’s always wanted. It’s a nice break from responsibilities where he doesn’t have to think about things, too.

39. What sort of questions or thoughts recur in their lives, either specifically or as a theme? Why are these never answered, or answered permanently to their satisfaction?

Self-loathing and resentment -- why isn’t he as good as Cecil? Why does he resent Cecil so much still when he loves the man so much? What does he have to do to get what Cecil has? Why is he so selfish, why can’t he be happy for his friend without the sting of jealousy?

Mostly he can’t answer these because the answer tends to come to him as “because you’re a terrible person”, and he can’t see that these things are normal for normal people, and he’s no different than anyone else. People have those feelings all the time and they don’t make him terrible.