#aimo

[rubyceazaart]

And now let me also share this piece- (almost) every new oc I made in 2023. Also a few ocs who have existed for years and finally got their designs this year. Which amounts to 28 characters here. (29 if you count the living sword)

[sloth-lady-s]

Awwww why he got sad :'}

BG3 - Enjoy, Part 2 Page 3 & 4 of ?

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"Reminiscing, interrupted."

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While Dagmar had made peace with his intentions behind their first passionate night and instead thinks back on it fondly, Astarion might feel differently still...?

Next update coming soon!

My sincerest appreciative shoutout to my patrons; It's because of their support and encouragement that makes creating comics like these possible.

[pier-carlo-universe]

Giornata Mondiale della Vista: La prevenzione come priorità per l’oculistica nel Servizio Sanitario Nazionale

In occasione della Giornata Mondiale della Vista, AIMO promuove la prevenzione delle malattie oculari, sottolineando l'importanza di diagnosi tempestive e accesso equo alle cure per la popolazione.

In occasione della Giornata Mondiale della Vista, AIMO promuove la prevenzione delle malattie oculari, sottolineando l’importanza di diagnosi tempestive e accesso equo alle cure per la popolazione. In occasione della Giornata Mondiale della Vista, l’Associazione Italiana Medici Oculisti (AIMO) ha rinnovato il proprio impegno nella prevenzione delle patologie oculari e nella promozione della…

[sanitadomani]

"Vedere il patrimonio": per rendere fruibile l'arte a chiunque

sanitadomani.com – ROMA: Favori la conoscenza del patrimonio artistico e architettoni italiano anche a chi ha disabilità visive. E’ questo l’obittivo dell’iniziativa “Vedere il patrimonio”, protocollo d’intesa fra Stati Generali del Patrimonio Italiano e Aimo, Associazione Italiana dei Medici Oculisti. I due enti collaboreranno per creare percorsi alternativi e sensoriali per rendere fruibile…

[rhythm-plate20]

#AlbumPick - Evolution II

Arguably one of the most recognizable and immediate freshman from recent years in the deep house music scene in South Africa has been "Aimo."

On this particular project he interprets deep house music and showcases some of the more iconic styles in this genre.

[kassaneiti]

[aimoplaysbg3]

Astarion wears his camp clothes now in his Spawn Romance Denouement scene ;w;

It still kills me at how relaxed and natural his speech is compared to early game when he was cranking the charmer act on overdrive.

[birdsareblooming]

YOU KNOW "destroying" is in quotes because they originally wrote or meant "killing", and then tails immediately asks sonic to remind him why he can't shoot eggman point blank right now

[huariqueje]

Yellow Flowers   -   Aimo Kanerva , 1978.

Finnish, 1909-1991

Watercolour, 48.5 x 52.5 cm. 19.1 x 20.7 in.

[ultimatehistorical]

ULTIMATE HISTORICAL FIGURE OF TUMBLR COM!!!

[cod-dump]

There was once a finnish soldier in wwii (i think) who took like 16 doses of meth and survived in the freezing winter of russia for like 3 weeks

I think soap and roach would take great inspiration as a way to cause chaos around base

Aimo Koivunen! Soap definitely thought the guy was onto something and didn’t take into consideration what consuming so many stimulants might do. He broke into medical and took some stimulants and hours later the man was vibrating in place. He was shaking, unable to stop moving or talking. Roach found him and took him to medical where they determined he consumed several high grade adrenaline tablets. After the affects finally wore off Soap crashed. He was done for a couple days before he was able to function again. He learned his lesson… for now.

[momochanners]

I love the modding community. Someone made a gnome version of Gale and it is quickly becoming canon in my head lmao

I present to you, a short king:

(Sorry for the late reply!)

My thoughts on Gnome!Gale:

Absolutely would

Man, his intro scene with my Dorf!Tav would totally have that anime flavour that I would thoroughly enjoy.

[skrubu]

Lonely Rider by Pekka Nikrus Via Flickr: In album Imitations & Relations

[missanthropicprinciple]

move like smoke + aesthetic

[this-violence-of-mine]

Bloody Pulp

Anyways, here's something I wrote in like an hour because I wanted Cyrus to suffer a bit. TW for harsh language, verbal abuse, and violence. Hope y'all enjoy his suffering as much as I do!

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Pain immediately exploded through the side of Cyrus’s face as Barrett’s fist connected to his cheek. He brought his hand up to shield it, but another punch followed just a few seconds after the first. He stumbled back into the coffee table and fell onto it, the glass shattering beneath him.

“How many times have I told you to cut the fucking attitude!” he yelled into his face as he straddled him. “How many times have you disrespected me and my family!”

His heart raced. Blood dripped down from his nose and he could taste copper in his mouth. “Ho-how is calling out your bullshit disrespect?” 

He wrapped his hands around his throat. “I am the man of his house! I own this farm! Everything I say goes even if you don’t like it!” 

Pressure was applied against his windpipe. He grabbed his wrists and tried to pull them away but no matter the force he used Barrett just seemed to be stronger. “Ge-get off me!” he wheezed.

“You have been a thorn in my side ever since Viviana brought you here!” He pressed his thumbs into his throat. “You’ve done nothing to return the favor! I let you stay here for free and you do jack shit!”

Air filled his head. The world around him spun. Everything around him blurred slightly. He pushed his hand against his face in an attempt to get him off.

“You are a burden and you will always be a burden!” He removed his hands but gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him up. 

He gasped and filled his lungs with as much air as he could handle. 

“I don’t know what the fuck she or anyone else sees in you!” He slammed him against the wood.

Dots popped up in his vision as the back of his head collided with the hard surface. 

“Worthless! You’re fucking worthless!” he screamed, bringing him back up and slamming him down once more. “Everything I’ve done for you and still it isn’t good enough!” 

He blinked, his vision doubled. 

“You’re a disgrace!” He slammed him down again. “Nothing you do will make up for the fact you’re you! Cyrus Richards is a no good, worthless, drug addicted piece of shit!” 

He was pulled up and thrown to the ground. He gasped as he hit the wood and rolled onto his side to recover.

A kick landed in his stomach. “St-sop.” He held his hand out to shield himself.

Barrett grabbed his hand and wrenched his fingers back, the bones snapping.

A loud cry came from his throat and he pulled his arm back and cradled his hand.

Another kick landed against his chest, forcing all the air from his lungs. He inhaled sharply. Tears streamed down his face and mingled with the blood.

“You smoke and drink all fucking day while we work our asses off!” He dragged him back up and pushed him against the wall. “What’s your excuse!”

“I-I’ve done more for you than anyone else here you no good piece of-,” he was cut off by another punch to the face.

“That doesn’t make up for your laziness and shitty attitude!” He threw him back down to the ground and punched him over and over again. “Useless! You’re fucking useless!”

“Barrett,” Aimo said from behind him. “This will solve nothing. Leave him alone.”

He looked down at him and frowned. His brows furrowed. He stood up. “Leave him there to figure himself out.” He pushed past Aimo and left to the kitchen.

He looked at him. His face betrayed no emotion. “Are you okay?”

He forced himself to sit up and braced his weight against his good arm. “Do-do I look okay?” He glared at him. “Fuck you.” 

“Do you want me to get Asher or Ivan?”

He shook his head. “No, no. I’ll take care of myself, man.” He stood up, his legs shaky. “Thanks for getting him off me. Wish you did it sooner.”

“You’re very hurt.”

“No shit, Sherlock.” He sighed. “Just-just fuck off and leave me alone.”

He nodded and left towards the kitchen.

With a sigh, he limped from the living room to the front porch. He steadied himself against the beam holding the porch’s roof and dragged himself down the stairs. All the way back to the unused barn he trekked. Pain screamed in his body and demanded attention.

At the barn he climbed into the loft and dragged himself over to where he slept. He fell onto the little cot he had set up for himself and draped his bad hand on his chest.

“I’m fucking pathetic,” he muttered, “what the fuck am I even doing here.”

For a few minutes he stared at the ceiling.

He sat up and searched through the small duffel bag he had stored all his belongings in. He grabbed a roll of duct tape and tore off a strip. 

“Fuck,” he inhaled deeply, “alright, shit.” He grabbed his pointer finger and pulled it out, stifling a scream. Tears streamed down his face as he went onto the second one. He breathed hard. “Two more. Come on you pussy.” He pulled them both out at the same time.

He panted, beads of sweat dripping down his face.

With the strip of tape, he wrapped his fingers together.

“Fu-fuck.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I deserve this.”