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Cherry Blossom Monster - Silent Hill: The Short Message (Masahiro Ito)
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artist rendition of what varric was probably imagining was gonna happen @ the ritual site.
#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#da4 spoilers#<- i guess#gotta be honest. not sure what was goin thru his head#something narratively homoerotic probably#'pretty please with a cherry on top' looking ass
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gifsets cannot do this scene justice i need you to hear this scene
#cherrymagicedit#cherry magic#cherry magic! thirty years of virginity can make you a wizard?!#30 sai made doutei dato mahoutsukai ni nareru rashii#adachi kiyoshi#kurosawa yuichi#1K!#for context the entire song is in kurosawa’s head but adachi has mind reading powers and heard it all#i knew this was coming but i was still thrown off to see and hear it animated!#i went full hyena mode and laughed for five minutes straight
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#userskysky#userskyskygifs#gaminghorroredits#gaminggifs#silenthilledit#gaming#video games#silent hill#silent hill the short message#silent hill: the short message#konami#sakurahead#sakura head#cherry blossom head#cherry blossom creature#c.b.#cb#sh#horror#gaming horror#survival horror#shtsm
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(179/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡
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#jungkook#jungkookedit#jeon jungkook#jeongguk#bts#btsedit#btsgif#gif#cherry koo#jnotd*#maknaelinegifs#userkelli#usersky#annietrack#userdimple#raplineuser#rjshope#tuserandi#useremmeline#creatyoon#usermaggie#underbetelgeuse#dailybts#this is so........ yeah#i have no words#head empty no thoughts#btw are these too pink or too yellow? sorry if it is... trying to figure out my new setup so i can't really tell rn :x lol
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moon has a fun way of dealing with workaholics
#head in hands#gah#dude#bro why was i blushing while drawing this comic#this is WAY too indulgent. anyway here you go dca fandom enjoy#nevermind this is like what i yearn for#bro i need moon cuddles so bad#so so bad#my art#moon fnaf#fnaf moon#moondrop#moondrop fnaf#security breach#charlie daydreamers#also holy shit moon cherry content?!?#unheard of#the daycare attendant#dca fandom
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i love tjinking about them
sweet headcanon based off me and @aceryyn 's conversation
#Michael mell#Jeremy heere#Be More Chill#BMC#musical#boyf riends#ughhh brainrot they're stufk in my head#brain brainbrainrothelp#fuck you cherry
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cherry wine
pairing: sylus x gn!reader
content: mutual pining, slight angst, music used as metaphor (poorly), pre-relationship, hand holding and dancing
a/n: sometimes a specific scene sticks in your head and you have to write something around that only. i also just love the sound of a cello ;-;
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Music was honest. It spoke plainly about its desires and was vulnerable. The melodies openly conveyed emotions and stories, imploring those who heard to succumb to their passions. There is a beauty in patterns and themes laced between the harmonies.
At the least, that’s what Sylus told himself as he leaned casually against the gilded pillars decorating the gala floor.
Your invitation to some musicians gala hadn’t been unexpected - the connections and intel privy to him had become a bonus to your missions, and Sylus was happy to oblige. But your openness, that was new. Your willingness to reach out and discuss tactics and invite him as something more, more than a source of knowledge at least.
He was happy to watch you work, your acting skills so finely honed now as you smiled coyly at other guests perched at the bar - your eyes, in contrast, sharply focused on your surroundings. You were an unknown force in your element, poised to strike.
The musicians began their arrangement, the opening notes notifying the guests of the story they aimed to tell.
The aching thrum of the cello, the pining glide of the violin - woven together to create a song of want, grounded by a repetition of keys played softly on the piano. Sylus knows the story that inspired the peaks and valleys of this piece - the undying devotion of some underworld god to his spring bride, the names long forgotten but the sentiments still clinging to the notes. For you, I will wait. For you, I will suffer time and space.
His eyes find your form across the gala floor. You, so warmly illuminated by the overhead chandeliers, cherry wine in hand and the pomegranate stain of your lips. Would you also eat the seeds — if offered? Would you stay — if asked? Your eyes flicked to his, offering a near imperceptible nod in his direction. For you, he would ask again and again.
The low lament of the cello hums through the room as your eyes leave his, searching the faces of each passerby as you swirl the untouched wine. Reasonably, Sylus knows that once you’ve completed your mission, you’ll be gone again. And he will wait again, until he is needed, until you are ready. The constant refrain his own frustrating internal melody - wait, wait, wait — again, again, again. He did not have the patience of some ancient god, and the yearning notes of the song left a sour taste in his mouth.
As the music swells, melodic and mournful, Sylus finds himself pulled to you. He moves across the floor slowly, yet purposefully, eyes never leaving your face.
“Dance with me.” Sylus offers his open palm to you, an open invitation, the corner of his mouth lifting into a slight smirk.
You swirl the wine again in your glass, watching as the dark red liquid briefly coats the glass before settling. “Do you always ask people to dance to tragic love songs?” you mused, placing the glass on the bar. It’s easy, like this, pretending to be two strangers drawn together by the fervor of the strings. The hunger of their pitch echoing the feeling in your chest.
“There’s a - sincerity to tragedy that makes it more memorable.” And for a moment, he seems far away, some distant memory clinging to the edge of his vision before he’s raising an eyebrow at you again.
“People will think you’re some sort of brooding crow.” You tease and gently take his hand, letting him guide you to the near empty floor.
“Do you think I care what people think, sweetheart?” Sylus smirks again, lightly holding your hand in one and splaying his other across your lower back. He pulls you in closer, chests nearly touching as he leans in closely. “I’m more interested in what your eyes see.” His warm breath sends a jolt of electricity down your spine.
Logically, you think he means finding your target. Your vantage point from the center of the room certainly allows you to see more faces than you could from your singular place at the bar. And yet - the gentle way he holds your hand, the warm touch on your lower back, the softness in his eyes as he searches yours - you consider the outcomes of being bold, of being honest.
Your hand flattens against the base of his neck, a thrum of energy flowing between the closeness of your bodies - your eyes fixed solely on his. “I’m not sure I’ve seen enough to make an informed decision.” The air stills around you, time seemingly frozen in this moment as the energy between you intensifies, the magnification of something bigger than both of you. “I’ll keep looking though.”
The far away look returns to his eyes, his brow furrowing slightly - unexpressed sentiments hanging in the air. The instruments die down, the lack of sound somehow deafening in your ears, and Sylus slowly releases your waist - breaking the chord that hummed so loudly between you.
Before you can step away, he captures your hand in both of his. Delicately, he lifts your palm to his lips and presses a light kiss in the center, holding your gaze before fully releasing you. Your palm tingles with warmth as you squeeze your hand shut, tucking it at your side. “Careful - don’t look too far or you may lose sight of what you're searching for.” His words feel ambiguous, leaving you sifting through context and emotion, the two swirling together as he steps closer. “On your right,” he murmurs before casually walking towards the exit.
This is why pretending is easier, why leaving is easier - even when you knew you would come back. Staying meant confronting whatever ambiguity grasped onto each look or word between you and Sylus. Leaving granted space, a moment to breathe. Exhaling, you locked onto the man on your right, surrounded by others clinging onto whatever syrupy words he spun. Leaving meant gaining some control of this situation.
Sylus did not have the patience of long forgotten gods, but he did have their petulance. Standing at the end of the long hallway, shrouded in the shadow of a pillar - surely this is the type of brooding expected of a deity.
Twice you managed to catch him in a moment. Twice, a fleeting sense of clarity that was quickly broken once he realized his surroundings and the scenario you both were in. You had truly looked at him this time, as if you could see each miniscule crack that deepened each moment spent together then apart. He felt a seismic shift beneath layers of protection he had spent so many years building up. The notes of the cello reverberated through Sylus’s mind, blending with his internal symphony - wait, wait, wait, for you. He had no clear path forward to you, no seeds to offer you - only the notes of song urging patience.
Footsteps interrupted his ruminations, the sound resonating down the hall moving closer to him. He doesn’t need to look up to know it’s you, the familiar determination underneath the light sound - letting you come to him. “Caught what you needed, kitten?” The teasing nickname falls easily from his lips, but he’s searching your face again - looking for something, anything to flicker across your face. Your determined mask remains in place and you’re barely slowing down as you pass him — leaving again.
“His notes were…off-key,” you state plainly, stepping out into the cool night air. Sylus huffs a laugh in response, bad intel. “But not a total loss, he had some interesting friends. Guess I’ll have to look closer.” There’s a subtle curtness to your voice, dismissive even, as you navigate the city street - Sylus still trailing behind.
“Be patient,” he almost bites out, the irony not lost on him. “True motives always reveal themselves, in the end.”
You stopped abruptly in front of him, turning to face him with a boldness he’d grown fond of. “And if I’m not patient?” Your words are clear, daring to hold his gaze. “What if I’m impulsive?”
“The power is in your hands then - you have to decide how you want to proceed.” Another dance, another song — laced with hidden meanings. Your eyes soften slightly - were you playing the same tune? Did you understand the notes played under his words? Sylus extends his hand to you again, palm open and still. “For now, let’s get you home.”
You smile lightly, the corners of your lips slightly turned up. “It’s early for you - isn’t it?” You take his hand, gently lacing your fingers with his. “Why don’t you take me on the scenic route?”
#love & deepspace x reader#love & deepspace sylus#l&ds sylus#sylus x reader#sylus x you#love and deepspace x reader#lnds x reader#l&ds x reader#love and deepspace#love & deepspace#l&ds#love and deepspace sylus#lnds sylus#i've had the scene about cherry wine and pomegranate stains in my head for like two weeks#also thank you francesca by hozier and the great longing of an unquiet heart by luke howard for fueling this#ᯓ✧#kai𓂃🖊#⋆ ˚。𓅨⋆。°
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Daitoku-ji Korin-in, Kyoto; photo by @korin_in
#small sub-temple usually closed to public#photo was taken by its head priest#spring in Japan#cherry blossoms
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I deleted the 2 for error!! So I repost that again.
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C.B
#silent hill#silent hill the short message#cherry blossom#Sakura head#masahiro ito#fanart#video games#horror#silent hill fanart#cherry blossom head#my art#silent hill monster
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we moved on from this too fast
#i think this may be my favourite amanda moment#i've never even seen succession but her bit here is so powerful#sometimes i get this stuck in my head and i'll break out into this dance (?? can you even call it that) in my room#angela being SO into it is just the cherry on top#i need another musical tntl asap#get me another amanda greg from succession banger#angela saying “i just fell in love with you” is the cherry on top of the cherry#also josh fucking killed it#AHHHHH I LOVE IT ALL#amanda lehan canto#angela giarratana#josh fleury#smosh
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Angel: I hear he has two dicks
Cherri:
#hazbin hotel#cherri bomb#cherri bomb x sir pentious#damn she changed her mind quickly#what was going on in her head!?!#cherrisnake#hazbin hotel cherri bomb#henry stickmin coded#the fucking faces#vivziepop#spindlehorse
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♡ Floral & Spooky Summerween Septum Rings ♡
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Campaign ends September 20th, 2024!
#cute#kawaii#goth#gothic#summer goth#pastel goth#sakura#cherry blossom#floral#flowers#septum ring#faux septum ring#faux piercing#summerween#clicker septum ring#jewelry#accessories#backerkit#crowdfunding#fashion blog#shopping blog#midnightsprings#catheadpins#cat head pins
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no "both are terrible" option bc we know that, i'm asking which would make you want to leave the venue and ask for a refund if you witnessed it more
#hozier#the mountain goats#this is not that serious bc i get people have personal relationships with some songs#esp in the context of relationships that i know nothing about and therefore have no place to judge#also that guy was apparently running out of time and didn't know what cherry wine was about so he just picked it bc it sounded nice#but i keep thinking of this question in my head i want YOU to answer it#poll
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