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Denis Sarazhin, “Weightless”, oil on canvas, 2018. Was Born in Nikopol, Ukraine in 1982.
#denis sarazhin#weightless#2018#oil on canvas#oil painting#painting#art#ukranian artist#figurative art#contemporary art#woman#man#portrait#carry in arms#carry in#carry#embrance#hands
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people love to bitch on BW, but gosh, does it set up Ash's need to get strong in Kalos (to a fault) nicely. Like, there's plenty of moments we can see that the Cameron loss did affect him.
Is interesting how you can even see the essence of "Kalos Ash" in those key moments.
I really wish people tried to understand what BW symbolizes for Ash's growth cause man, I really enjoy the arc he goes throught post DP
#please stop acting like xy is a direct sequel to dp and embrance bw as the connector QAQ#it makes ash SO MUCH more interesting when you actually try to listen what the anime is trying to tell#sorry i cannot not bitch about BW haters#|→ diamond digging
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"you look lonely..."
#erenville#ffxiv erenville#my gposes#ffxiv viera#i was in the gd trenches......#it was me and anam against the world..#i was in the darknesses loveless embrance and the plog in gods were not watching#this isn't even a bladerunner inspired pic i just always have to do a dumb descrip sowwy....#7.1 spoilers
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I need more fics where Liam looks at Theo and thinks "oh, I could make him worst"
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When Villain finally confronts the Heroes, he brings Whumpee with him.
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(V:) "Here. He's no longer fun. You can have this" he leads Whumpee by arm. Whumpee is free, without any restrains. He just obediently follows.
Heroes see that there is no light in his eyes. He stands in front of them, waiting for more orders.
(H:) "What did you do to him?"
(V:) "Oh, he's no longer there. Interpret it as you please."
Months pass and they still can't tell if Whumpee's conciousness is still somewhere there.
Did Villain use some kind of magic to rip Whumpee's conciousness out of his body? Is he still in it, but so traumatised that he shut down completly? Or this body is an empty shell and real Whumpee inside it is no longer alive?
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#imagine Caretaker taking care of the empty body for months without any hope to bring Whumpee back#but they just can't bring themselves to leave the body alone#One day a spark appears in Whumpee's eyes. He looks at Caretaker and starts crying so much in their embrance he can't breath.#whump#whumpee#whumpblr#whump writing#whump scenario#hero and villain#villains and heroes#villain#aftermath whump#mind control#lost memories
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#mortal kombat#lin kuei#bi han#sub zero#smoke#scorpion#oh the cold embrance of death#thinking about it when slowly being driven mad by awful heat LOL#joking of course Bi Han is so handsome and full of grace even when murdering people XD
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the quiet of the night leaves thoughts to wander , ears listening ever so carefully for her steady breathing in the other room. he was. . . antsy. each night , as he had claimed the couch for better or for worse , his own thoughts had bombarded him continuously , as if they were laughing at his demise of being in such a position. linked , bound to someone he finds himself struggling to submit. morals ; what pesky things they were. a huff is given and body rises , quiet with each step to trail to the room in which she laid.
at first , he simply observes , almost idolizing the sight before him. he had already admitted his attraction once , and even now does he find such an odd admiration residing in his gaze upon her. light as feather does he pull himself towards the bed , and soon , slipping onto it. soft shhh sounds escape as he lays on top of the blanket next to her , digits finding her own to curl them together. ❛ do not freak out. ❜ a whisper as he inches closer , eyes already drawing a bit heavy. ❛ the couch hurts to sleep on. ❜
I'VE SEEN THE DEVIL MORE THAN I'VE SEEN GOD. In the dim-lit arbors of repose, she slumbered, ensconced in her downy abode, surrounded by dreams and the lambent tendrils of somnolence. A chiaroscuro embroidery dabbled her facial features with the argent beams of Diana's lantern, filtering through diaphanous curtains that uttered secret tales to the zephyrs.
Silent as a wraith, he glided into the chamber, seduced by the hypnotizing lure of that tender scene. He came unto her prostrate form upon the slumberous pallet. His fingertips reached ætherward, finding succor in the foil-crowned orchid of Orihime's hand. As their digits entwined like passionate sphinxes in a perennial dance, the spellbound connection stirred and uncoiled. The fragments of dream-bestrewn moments parted to reveal Aesma's incarnadined countenance looming over her like the impish Pantheon habituated to embracing lovers.
As consciousness shimmered through the depths of umbrageous orbs not yet fully emerged from Morpheus' realm, a becalming warmth engulfed her – a solace amidst Elysian dreams now woven with reality. Drawing closer to him as if guided by an apiarist's diligence toward nectar-rich blossoms and pollen-laden anthers, she sought refuge in his embrace. “You’re warmer than I thought.” A somnolent gentle timbre uttered as delicate arms clasped around him.
#( — .:。✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ )#this is adorable#now she can sleep peacefully in his embrance lol#like a little angle in the devils embrance#sin is the best lol
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Nick Alm, "Two lovers (Pablo & Francesca)", 2013, oil painting. B. 1985 Stockholm, Sweden.
#nick alm#two lovers#pablo & francesca#2013#oil painting#swedish artist#painting#art#pablo#francesca#lovers#portrait#embrance#kiss#white#clothes#white aesthetic#crystal#glasses#bottles#table#figurative art#contemporary art
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embracing the wampa...
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WELL i am endlessly full of love and ready to burst at the seams in some convos i have with people and to me it is very obvious but it feels like this forbidden barrier i cannot cross. Okay. You will never love talking to me as much as i love talking to you. Whatevrr. Or you will never tell me
#and it's exhausting#i come back home late with my groceries. hands cold as i dont even bother sticking them in my pockets#and i think about how they're always cold and if someone was there to hold my hand i wouldnt even be able to get used to it#to handle it#that is probably the only comforting thing about the biting cold despite us being a step away from april .........#at least i can feel something on my skin and it freezes & stops my want in place#not the embrance i want but well. god i am so lonely
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you know what

this post is also about GLADoS, CHEERS!
I want to flirt with them so hard that they bluescreen
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comfortable pleasure
(bf!soobin x gn!reader)
really short + not even really smut, just a bit of grinding and true love!! (so fluff, but in a little bit of smutty way, i suppose?)
you were laying on the couch, some random movie playing in the background. you were mostly focused on the feeling of your boyfriend against you. his legs interwined with yours, his fingers softly caressing small circles on your back.
it felt so right, his thigh in between your legs didn't even feel dirty anymore. just comfortable. his presence, his touch, his tone. soobin was the closest to home a person could be.
you didn't even realize when your hips started moving, grinding lazily against his thigh. soobin just took your hand in his, interwining your fingers and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.
you smiled, your hand now making its way to the growing bulge on his sweatpants. "leave it be, you don't gotta do anything." he said, his voice alone a real bandage for your soul, just as always.
you just kissed his shoulder, putting a hand over his bulge and gently palming it, letting him softly grind against your hand. your hips still moved against his thigh, slowly but with just enough pressure to make you feel good.
both of you didn't care about getting anywhere with it, just enjoying the comfortable pleasure and your warm embrances. you loved each other, truly and deeply.
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yeah, i havent been there for like eight months and this is what i come back with... sorry guys </3
#txt fluff#txt x reader#txt x you#txt soft thoughts#txt soft hours#txt smut#soobin x reader#soobin x you#soobin x male reader#soobin soft hours#soobin soft thoughts#soobin smut#soobin hard hours#soobin hard thoughts#no its not hard hours at all... but lemme add tags
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Danny, after seing his parents just- go away to hunt a ghost, when he is rught here in so much pain that even the universe was traing to confort him, thanks to his dead day.
"Good to know I was never a priority" was the only sound he left out before leting himsdlf fall in Norune embrance.
Hope is a fragil thing.
A powerful but fragil thing, and in times like this? Is a posion that can and will be killing you from bits to bits.
Nocturne knew when a dream become the fisical call of help for a mind. And right now, one of the cosmic trads of Dream Energy had CRIED, BEGED, for help so loud rhat he was sure all the realms could fell it.
He followed it, just to come with the catatonic state of one Danny Phantom that was swatching the door of the Fentos house.
"... good to know i was never thyr priority- hey Nocturne?- you can have me. Just- let me dream about my parents really loving me back" and with that the obviusly delirios infant child on his 1sth Dead Day, burrowed himself on his side, letting his body and mind lost a 100 years battle aganist the triednes.
The Ancient of Dreams may not like much the halfa, but he would be dameed if he could not do someting about this child proposiusly posioning his mind in his sleeps.
Now where the hell did he left the number of that soul taxed evation magician?
#dpxdc#dp x dc#Nocturne wanting to do things right. not for the goodnes of his hear#but because he had standars#Dany is then sended to Jhon#who just sees little comatose Danny#and hey flash! didint you a Wonder woman have training in this shit?#he will help... but only after he could go to therapy#i do not know is the gramar is okay?#feel free to use
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maybe binghe didn’t fall into shizun’s embrance on purpose. have we considered that shizun was just so beautiful it short-circuited his brain? methinks an apology is in order
#svsss#luo binghe#its not his fault. have you seen how everyone else acts?#he was not prepared for the beauty. he was a child. tiny itty bitty#and to have shen qingqiu watch over your training? well i for one would just sit my ass down and bawl like a child lost in a hypermarket
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❛ i'm going to make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you. ❜
Within the ecstatic ballet of adjustment, METAMORPHOSIS manifests as a poignant sonnet, weaving segments of dread and unbearable discomfort. Nascent tendrils of deterioration encompass the human heart, choreographing a concerto of excruciating agony that imprisons the senses – a malevolent march that constricts the soul to trembling remnants of PARANOIA and hellish urgency. The heart, erstwhile a resilient drummer of existence, falters in rhythm, diminishing until its final threnody reverberates within the body’s forsaken hollows.
Blood, once a fluorescent river of life's sustenance, transmutes into an acrid deluge, its essential purpose disintegrating into the ether as cell membranes tremor and twist in a grotesque tableau of decaying. The inhalations which embraced air’s luscious bounty collapse into MUTILATED fragments of despair; they scorch the pulmonary system with each burning exhalation as vitality wanes and yields. Human form, once abounded with supple warmth, undergoes an ALABASTER MORPHING – cutaneous calcifying to the semblance of archaic marble – a petrifying rebirth that crystallizes the spirit in perpetual gloom.
Excruciating screams emerge as she contorts; perceptions dimming and corporeal existence disintegrating. As reality’s fabric frays, the implications of this dismal reshaping unfurl like a nightmarish embroidery. The seething torment accompanying physical dissolution merely prefaces her incremental rise into an immortal realm—a disturbing resurgence anchoring her within an eternal penumbra. Nature itself appears to withdraw in horror from this catastrophe, lamenting both INNOCENCE’S DEMISE and the nascent existence of a timeless predator.
Progressively, she perceives her humanity dispelling; her intrinsic luminescence absorbed by encroaching darkness. Her hand vehemently seizes his own, her nails impaling his flesh in desperate search for connection, drawing sanguine drops from him. Consciousness slips from her tenuous grasp, extinguishing what frail embers remain of her mortal essence. As eyelids flit open to reveal eyes reminiscent of crimson jewels caressed by lunar fondness, she finds him before her; their glances meet and coordinate in sanguine allure. A freshly acquired awareness overwhelms her—an unquenchable thirst galvanizing every connective tissue with raw ardor. She aches for him entirely.
With a languid, sinuous movement, she presses her tongue over the newly acquired fangs that now adorn her ivory teeth, feeling the crispness of their tips with a sensation akin to the delicate kiss of a razor's edge. Her every movement exudes a strong magnetic pull, a siren's call that beckons the unsuspecting to her side with an irresistible force. Attraction emanates from her being, as if her very presence is a hypnotic melody that captivates all who dare to gaze upon her. “I am confident in your protection.” Whispers, her voice a tremulous breath suspended in the charged air.
“This new reality—its intensity confounds me, its power overwhelms me.” She contends with the tumultuous sea of emotions that accompany the staggering awakening to her new existence. Orihime's delicate digits glide over her alabaster complexion, now imbued with an ethereal glow, making her appear as a terrestrial incarnation of the moon's arcane splendor. “I find myself besieged by urges too potent to ignore.” Electricity dances across her frame, rapture and raw desire entwine within her as she moves closer and enfolds him in an enraptured embrace—their edges blurring into one. It's a kiss of profound passion and urgent need, as though she pleads with him to claim her. Her hand caresses his platinum locks as if taming chaos itself, and from barely parted lips slips a whisper—an invocation. “Make me yours, my lord.”
ETERNITY SHE EMBRANCED, TO BE WITH HIM. @estarion
#( — .:。✿*┆ answers ❀ ❞ )#( — .:。✿*┆ BG3 VERSE: ACT III - IMORTAL EMBRANCED ❞ )#ooc; I'M DYING HERE OMG#tw: suggestive
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Robert Duxbury, “Limpet vs Limpet”, 2021. Watercolour. Robert Duxbury is a predominantly self taught artists based in Melbourne Australia.
#robert duxbury#Limpet vs Limpet#2021#watercolour#painting#art#australian artist#embrance#roses#flowers
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