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Abiël // ♡
#💜#abiel#abiël#models#makeup#pink aesthetic#pinkcore#y2kcore#fashion#y2k aesthetic#makeup looks#makeup inspo#rave makeup#editorial#nails#nail art#420
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Thon Abiel by Ursu for Schon Magazine April 2023
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Ansichtskarte / Vintage Postcard / Carte Postale
NANTERRE (92000) Cité Rathelot - Gardes Républicains de Paris
Abielle Cartes - Editions LYNA-PARIS
Lynacolor
#1970er#Lynacolor#Nanterre#Abielle Cartes#Philokartie#FrankreichPhilokartie#Architekturphilokartie#Architektur#Architekturmoderne#Ansichtskartenfotografie#Städtebau#Städtebaugeschichte#Architekturgeschichte#CaserneRathelot#Frankreich#deltiology#Vintage Postcard
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No, they literally used the phrase “doing an Eddie”
I’m sorry, did you just jump out a window to avoid your girlfriend??? That’s hilarious. Why would you do that? Can’t you like, snap away to different places?
(Barbara, what’d you think of that?)
I panicked, ok! My mind doesn't work sometimes.
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TON of Celestial stuff from the past couple months~ and a little look in to an arc me and my wife were having alot of fun on~
#saint ananias#saint haniel#saint abiel#saint cain#saint elijah#saint charloss#celestial dragon#tenryūbito#one piece#one piece oc#oc#original character#my art#traditional art#lineart#sona
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finished baldur's gate 3... what in the hells am I supposed to do with my life now?
#bg3#I know the answer is: start over#but like abiel was with me for almost 200hrs in this game?#I feel like they are part of me now#I love moth from my coop game as well but still damn#I'm gonna miss abbi#I should probably write some extremely schmoopy post-game fix about their life with Astarion and the whole crew in Baldur's gate rebuilding#and finding peace
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La rubia alzó una ceja, sonriendo de medio lado.
— Veo que hiciste tu tarea.— Y no era para menos, ella también dedicó tiempo a investigar sobre Abiel. El gremio tenía información suficiente y había costado con mover uno o dos contactos para obtener lo que quería. Con eso, y suponiendo que él había hecho lo mismo, ya no eran tan desconocidos.
Le agradaba evitarse la parte de las presentaciones.
— Razvan se viene con nosotros.— Afirmó después. Lanzó el último trozo de carne y seguido de un silbido que emitió la rubia el can se acercó y le olió las botas a su nuevo compañero. — Deja que se acostumbre a tu aroma. Será más fácil para él encontrarte si te pierdes.— Le dijo en tono de broma, estirado una mano para tocarle la cabeza al perro que olfateaba sus ropas ahora. — Estará bien. Y será de más ayuda de la que imaginas.—
Cogió su bolso del suelo y se lo cruzó sobre el cuerpo, lista. — Podemos partir ahora. Ya que tu conoces mejor la zona, me parece propio seguirte.— Indicó y dejó el pocillo sobre una mesita. — Confío en ti para esto, Abiel. Cualquier movimiento en falso y date por muerto.— No era una amenaza. Se lo dijo riéndose por lo bajo, con un guiño de por medio. — Vamos, guapo. Tenemos trabajo que hacer.—
Un recibimiento bien inesperado e inusual. Abiel examinó con cuidado el pocillo antes de tomarlo. Lo olió y luego de parecer haber reconocido el contenido se tomó un trago. Si tenia algo de magia, lo odiaría profundamente pero al parecer era algo natural. Caliente, le bajó por el estómago y sus músculos poco después parecían respirar y estirarse.
El animal que estaba con ella estaba entrenado, de otra forma le hubiera saltado encima nada más verlo, como los perros guardianes demasiado ansiosos en matar a los extraño. Memorizó donde tenía ocultas las armas en su traje y luego miró al animal.
—¿Vendrá con nosotros? …-pero no sonaba como una pregunta en sí, sino como alguna mala idea o lamentación por el destino del perro, poco había trabajo con animales.
El, solo portaba su espada de doble filo, con empuñadura de plata y grabados de lo que parecían ser conjuros o hechizos sagrados contra el mal y no humano.
—¿Vamos ya, Naomi Van Helsing?
#narrativa ; naomi van helsing.#naomi & abiel.#v ; on your scent like a bounty hunter ( hunter verse )
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Ant Mines Bug Fables OC Collab [4/26]
Background - @motheatencrow
Character Credits:
Juste - @czalserafino
Neetze - Uchudishe
Garica - @trapitorag
Rowani - @patchworkmelody
Derek - @othermario
Nettle - @bubblegumballart
Franz - @cordycepsbian
Abielle & Sarge - Moijigi
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Soda/orange/fanta/kidcore/drink/sweetvoice themed names?? Sorry if this is a weird suggestion, we've been looking for more names for me!! My current ones are in am attachment below :]]
Tommy︰ ali. alice. alvin. amy. ari. ava. benji. billy. bobby. chad. charlotte. dani. demi. ella. emma. emmie. emmy. ernie. ethan. frankie. henry. hollie. isabella. jack. jaime. james. jamie. joey. justin. krystal. leo. liam. lily. louie. lucas. malik. mason. mikaela. molly. noah. oliver. ollie. perry. poppy. raleigh. reggie. rocky. ronnie. shawn. sonny. tahan. taimo. taj. tama. tamma. tammy. tana. tanya. tatum. tawny. teddi. teenie. teman. temi. terry. thameena. thanh. theo. theodore. theone. thian. thomas. tiimu. tim. timea. tina. tiyenna. toby. tom. tomai. tomo. tomoya. tomoyo. tonia. tony. tuan. tunu. tyme. william.
Bill︰ abel. abiel. able. aidan. amelia. arthur. bahula. bail. bailey. bala. bayle. baylee. beale. beau. beil. beile. bel. bela. belah. belay. bell. bella. belle. bello. ben. benjamin. bernon. bernot. bertek. beulah. beyla. bilal. billie. billy. blu. blue. bly. boyle. brinleigh. brinley. bull. cain. caleb. cleveland. dahlia. daisy. ed. elesio. ethan. frank. georgie. glasgow. greene. greg. guss. henry. hillel. jack. jericko. killiean. kylar. lacrosse. liam. luke. marys. matthaeus. miami. miller. mills. mozes. narcisse. stella. summer. suse. will. william. wyatt. zoe.
Ollie︰ albie. alfie. ali. alia. allie. amelia. ari. arlo. armani. augie. avi. briar. cali. charlie. charlotte. corentin. darby. dorcas. eli. elis. ella. ellie. emmett. evoni. finley. finn. freddie. harleigh. harris. henry. hollis. holly. ike. jack. joey. kali. karlie. kinsleigh. kinzley. leen. leo. leone. liam. lon. louie. malia. maraca. marlee. marleigh. marley. mcpherson. mel. milo. mollie. molly. myrtis. neera. neeva. nicolina. noah. nonya. ohela. ola. olai. olalla. ole. oleh. oliver. olivia. olya. oscar. owen. owl. oyewole. ozie. ozzie. pixie. raleigh. ruby. sahari. sunya. theo. theodore. tylda. violet. westyn. + more + more
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Abiël ♡
#Abiël#abiel#models#pink aesthetic#pink#purple#purple aesthetic#nails#makeup#makeup inspo#gifs#aesthetic gif#420#💜
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Attack on Tawnym's character Abiel! Took longer than intended to finish but god... Love the design- So as soon as I saw him, ofc I had to draw him lol
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Now that birth control is more or less routine, infanticide seems an unrelated and horrifying event; but to colonial women, who had no alternative and whose offspring were very likely to die in infancy anyway, infanticide might be a desperate kind of birth control after the fact. Various means of contraception were known at the time, and coitus interruptus was widely practiced. Sarah Smith, who had two husbands and several lovers, may have known about such things, but no means of birth control was foolproof. Young unmarried motherless women like Mary Martin, on the other hand, probably knew nothing of birth control. And in some cases birth-control information wouldn't have helped. Alice Clifton, the sixteen-year-old slave, was "debauched" in an alley by a white man known as "fat Shaffer." Women in desperate circumstances then turned to infanticide. But in killing their infants they not only committed murder; they also asserted, symbolically at least, that a woman should not be punished for her sexuality, that she is entitled to some measure of control of her own body. Such statements challenge civil and divine authority most of all. In a patriarchal society, they are revolutionary.
In Chester, Massachusetts, a week after Abiel Converse was arrested for murdering her bastard child, a Mrs. Tyler, several years a widow and several months pregnant, ate rat poison for breakfast. She spent the day "in great agony" and, about sunset, she died. The editor of the county newspaper took a dim view of this "inconsiderate conduct," and the Reverend Mr. Bascom denounced her at the Converse execution as "an unclean and whorish woman [who] was led on by this abominable wickedness, to murder herself: deliberately, designedly, without hope of any mercy; and without desiring the good wishes or prayers of any friend whatever." Not even the Reverend Mr. Bascom.
It is hard to read the old sermons today without suspecting that men like the Reverend Mr. Bascom were more concerned with their own authority than with God's. Always they warned women to be docile and obedient. At the executions of women convicted of infanticide, the ministers harangued women about "uncleanness"; but they also warned them against the sins of lying, secrecy, anger, disobedience, hypocrisy, sullen discontent, idleness, and "gadding about" with other women. In a political context, these "sins" amount to resistance, rebellion, subversion, sabotage, coalition, and conspiracy. No wonder the preachers thundered: "The Apostle wou'd have the young women taught to be sober, discreet, Chast, Keepers at home, that the word of God be not blasphemed. . . ."
But women apparently were not keepers at home, for during the eighteenth century bastardy became such a common offense that penalties against it had to be reduced. In 1747 Benjamin Franklin's marvelous fictitious creation, Miss Polly Baker, prosecuted for bearing a fifth bastard, argued that she had done her civic duty in adding "to the king's subjects" and should have a statue erected in her honor. Franklin's satiric essay is a serious argument for distinguishing "sin" from "crime." By 1780 the Marquis de Chastellux could relate straightforwardly the story of a "deceived" Miss Dorrance in Voluntown, Connecticut, being well cared for by her family. And George Grieve, Chastellux's translator, who also had met the family, advised English readers that in America such a young woman was "pitied rather than blamed" and could "still retain all her rights in society and become a legitimate spouse and mother, though her adventure be neither unknown nor even dissimulated."
Court dockets were crowded with bastardy cases. At the Court of General Sessions of the Peace held at Springfield, Massachusetts, in May 1785, Mary Howard, a "singlewoman," appeared and "voluntarily confesse[d] herself to have been guilty of the Crime of Fornication, and that she . . . had a Female Bastard Child born of her Body on the twentieth day of January last past. . . ." Mary Howard was followed by six other women. Each made a similar confession. Each was fined six shillings and charged three shillings for costs—a little more than a week's wages for a skilled spinster. A woman who accepted her child and her shame could be rehabilitated, but a woman who took matters into her own hands could not. In the same month, the Superior Court meeting nearby at Northampton sentenced Hannah Piggin to die for concealing the death of her bastard child. It was almost as though women who committed infanticide were punished not so much for killing but for trying to put one over on the authorities.
-Ann Jones, Women Who Kill
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Beginning of the nightmare
He'd never forget what he saw that day, Caine holding a rock dripping with blood, and Abiel lying in the field...dead. Eve stood in the doorway of their tent, frozen in shock, he was the first to move. His hand gripped the neckline of his son's shawl, his voice breaking, "What in God's....Cane!??? What have you done!!!? What have you done!!!? His son only lifted his hand, burned into the skin was a c with a slash through it. As he glanced up, he thought could see a figure in the distance.
Caine was banished not long after that, and though he was rattled from the ordeal life went on, and Eve soon conceived another, Seth, as soon as he saw the child he made a silent vow, "No matter what I have to sacrifice, I'll make sure this never happens again." A few nights later he was awoken by the tent flap whooshing open, he bolted upright, but could see nothing in the darkness, Eve was beside him, sound asleep. A fimuiluer sound spit the silence,his son was crying. Running into the neighboring room he saw it, the same figure leaning over the crib.
Stop"!!! he yelled. "Please, whatever you...i'll...Don't hurt him"!!!! A laugh resounded from the shadowy figure, it sounded almost Pleasent, like bells tingling near his ears. It turned, walking over to him, he could see it more clearly now it was feminine, similar in look to Eve, but with no decerning features. It hummed, looking him over before kneeling and pulling out a scroll with a signature line at the bottom. He held up a finger and pressed it to the parchment, he felt no pain as blood slowly soaked in, Spelling out his name, Adam. The next thing he saw was the ceiling of their home, he lifted his hand and there on his skin was the exact same mark, a C with a slash through it.
#hazbin hotel AU#eventually Adam'sapple#Markofcaine!Adam#fanfic#hazbin hotel#caine#roo hazbin hotel#eve#Adam
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my bg3 tav, his name's abiel. he's a tiefling sorlock with a female head mod because the male head presets are fugly 😭
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