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t-fizz · 2 years ago
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leather 、 ハンドミラー ミラー ラスト アザラシ革 大と小 、 、 、 、 、 、 、 Sustainable Development Goals:SDGs next generation. Activities to protect new lives I'm going now . . . . Shop . https://tfizz.stores.jp/ . https://minne.com/@t-fizz . https://www.creema.jp/c/tfizz . . エアー·マミー 〒066-0012 北海道千歳市美々新千歳空港2F TEL:0123-46-5891 . オートバリスタ/autobarista 〒781-5103 高知県高知市大津乙951-1 TEL:088-881-1345 . Amerika/Los Angeles @t.fizz_kmkr (http://instagram.com/t.fizz_kmkr) . https://www.tfizz.com/ . #tfizzkamakurajapan #tfizz #革雑貨 #一生物 #ショルダーバッグ #手鏡 #革製品オーダー #革小物 ##leathercraft #一生物 #ミニミラー #お出かけコーデ #革職人 #鞄 #fashionstyle #鞄 #miror #小物入れ #お洒落 #毛皮 #fashion #handmirror #ファッション好きな人と繋がりたい #北海道土産 #バッグ好き #bag . (Tfizz/kamakura/japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpJVQH8vFpP/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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annemarieprice · 2 years ago
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“Self Reflection” Prints now available in my “Fine Art America” shop. Link in bio. @fineartamerica @fineartamericaartists #mosaic #art #annemarieprice #woman #mosaicart #contemporaryart #stainedglass #CA #handmirror #color #fineartamerica #prints https://www.instagram.com/p/CnnP12ISzCz/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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rosemaze-reveries · 9 months ago
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false hope mary in da brain.... imagine 👹👹....... her only recollection of her life comes from the fragments she sees in her mirrors. she finds scatterings of you across her memories, but no mirror reveals your fate. wherever she searches, all she can gather is a semblance of your existence. who are you? she's certain she'd find her answer to understanding everything through you. still, you remain untouchable, just a mirage looming in her long gone past.
as the queen of dreams, she fashions 'models' in your likeness, in hopes of sating the emptiness you left in her. none ever portray you perfectly enough, and she feels further disconnected from the 'you' she longs for
but, gradually, traces of her former self find their way back to her, and it occurs to her that she might have played a more direct hand in your undoing than she first expected
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nomemoriesnoproblem · 1 year ago
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entinullbutno · 28 days ago
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Having OCs are wild bc you can just make anything you want canon canon
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catboynutsack · 4 months ago
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Got some of The Items of all time at the thrift shop today and I couldn't be happier
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arcadian-vampire · 1 year ago
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Watching a professional hairdresser cut my mom's hair like 👀 [takes notes]
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quirkthieves · 5 months ago
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ok so the reason the camera quality is ass is bc i dug up these pics from high school which is also why the art is ass but
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DID SOMEONE SAY SOUL EATER AU
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noisycroissant · 1 year ago
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Meus Amor (Part 1)
Read part 2 here
SoftDom!Ascended Astarion x Reader
(This was previously called Amica Mea till a dear reader corrected me. Also, I cannot write him as an asshole. I tried, it simply will not materialise 😔)
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You could hear his footsteps getting closer and closer to the grand oak door of your bed chamber. The long hallway outside was mostly empty save for a few candelabra and paintings, the entire bed chamber was in a separate wing of the castle.
He'd designed it that way for privacy.
"I don't want anyone else to hear those pretty moans you sing for me, pet," he'd cooed when you'd asked about the odd placement of your chambers, "For my ears and eyes only."
The doors swing open as Astarion strides in. "Come to me, my sweet. I have a gift for you. Took forever for the jeweller to deliver, but I am rather pleased with how it turned out," he says as he walks towards the bed, stripping off his clothes along the way.
He sits on the bed, shirtless, pale skin glowing in the candlelight. Placing a jewellery box on the bed, he takes your hand and pulls you to sit beside him.
"Another piece of jewellery, Astarion? Gods, you do realise I only have one neck. I cannot possibly wear every necklace you've gotten me already!" you tease.
"I thought you'd prefer the sparkling rocks cover up all the ways I've marked that lovely neck, darling," he teases back, "I know you're not an exhibitionist."
Your cheeks turn the slightest shade of pink at his comment. All this time, and you'd think you'd run out of shame but no, his teasing will always have the blood rushing to your face.
"Open the box, I want to see how it looks on you."
You open the box to see a simple circlet of gold on a velvet cushion. There's a clasp at the back. And a simple locket dangling from it.
"I have to admit, this is one of the more tamer pieces you've gotten me," you say, picking up the circlet, confusion on your face.
"You're so going to regret your choice of words, my love," he laughs out as he takes the circlet from your hands and moves behind you to help you put it on.
You hold up your hair as he clasps it into place. The locket is against your throat. The circlet is a tighter fit than you'd thought it would be.
Almost like a collar.
He wouldn't...
"Oh yes I would, because I did," he whispers in your ear, "My gorgeous pet, would you wear this for me? Only when it's just us?"
"What does the locket say?"
"Take a look in the mirror. See for yourself," he passes you a handmirror.
Meus Amor
My beloved
Astarion lifts the locket with his fingers, his face close to yours, "Meus amor, would you wear this for me?"
You take a moment to look at his face. Anticipation, love...and hunger reflect in his eyes. For you.
Your heart flutters as you hear yourself say, "Yes, Astarion, for you, I would."
His lips are on yours the second you finish speaking. A hungry depraved kiss, his tongue stroking yours, his fangs catching your lower lip. You moan into his mouth and he leans you to your back, his knee moving to spread your legs as you lie down.
"You never stop surprising me, my love," he confesses quietly, moving to your shoulder. You feel his fangs prick the tender skin as he says, "I'm going to make you sing till dawn, sweetheart. I hope you're ready."
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hellisntreal · 27 days ago
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The Masters on their own! Plus, Fires has a hat.
Design comments under the cut bc I had a lot of fun
Mirrors: A silver handmirror, with red and gold vines fitting the domain of dreams
Veils: An owl! The least thematic faceplate and a rather simple design, but Veils is a sneaky one. The Masters are metaphorically owls sometimes, and I think a sharp subtle look suits it.
Cups: The final one I drew because I didn't know what to do. Like Veils, Cups isn't everything it seems. I went with the "empty, flowing cup" look.
Pages: Reading a lil book :3 Pages' face is shaped like a book and so is its robe. Tried to get every neathbow colour in there.
Wines: The first one I drew and thus honestly understated. Its face is shaped like a wineglass and there's a lil crown on its head
Spices: Variety is the Spices of life? As one wanting the domain of Parabola, I went with honey and a touch of tiger. Its face is a plant, I was thinking specifically of the lotus-eaters, you also are welcome to read it as Weird Weed
Fires: Flames and charred ashes. A bit of extra splatter on the cloak which could be burnt, covered in oil, or just dyed by the blood of the proletariat. It's face is meant to be a phoenix
Candles: A melting candle with some sacrificial victim vibes. A circular face for an absence, a well.
Irons: I kept trying to stick to 'approximately these are robes' but Iron... Iron has had a tailor mock its robe up into a beautiful iron casket. I wanted a bit of a pen/dagger shape too.
Happles: Wanted to mix both Apples and Hearts things, so a candy apple, zigsag jaws, sausage, dripping blood... Happles faceplate is an apple dangling from a stem
Stones: Absolutely decked out and glammed up, diamond in hand, shine on, slayyy. Stones just kinda has a canon design and aesthetic it was really easy to adapt
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t-fizz · 2 years ago
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leather 、 ハンドミラー ミニミラー 追加 、 、 、 、 、 、 、 Sustainable Development Goals:SDGs next generation. Activities to protect new lives I'm going now . . . . Shop . https://tfizz.stores.jp/ . https://minne.com/@t-fizz . https://www.creema.jp/c/tfizz . . エアー·マミー 〒066-0012 北海道千歳市美々新千歳空港2F TEL:0123-46-5891 . オートバリスタ/autobarista 〒781-5103 高知県高知市大津乙951-1 TEL:088-881-1345 . Amerika/Los Angeles @t.fizz_kmkr (http://instagram.com/t.fizz_kmkr) . https://www.tfizz.com/ . #tfizzkamakurajapan #tfizz #革雑貨 #一生物 #ショルダーバッグ #手鏡 #革製品オーダー #革小物 ##leathercraft #一生物 #ミニミラー #お出かけコーデ #革職人 #鞄 #fashionstyle #鞄 #miror #小物入れ #お洒落 #毛皮 #fashion #handmirror #ファッション好きな人と繋がりたい #北海道土産 #バッグ好き #bag . (Tfizz/kamakura/japan) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpGdViPBfw4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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annemarieprice · 2 years ago
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“Self Reflection” #mosaic #art #annemarieprice #portrait #stainedglass #mosaicart #fineartmosaic #woman #self #reflection #actuallyautistic #handmirror https://www.instagram.com/p/CnaQEYny9Vq/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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plounce · 5 months ago
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ffxiv fics will often have people bathing/washing in the lake near the bookman's shelves which is a nice image and makes good use of the beautiful il mheg landscape, but it also makes me ? because hey um. that lake's full of malicious trickster squirtles who really want to drown you. thancred says right before dohn mheg that they "avoided the lake at all costs" so i really dont think any of them would ever take off their armor to go bathe in it, especially urianger who is especially vulnerable to being drowned due to not being able to swim. plus i think urianger is kind of fussy and squeamish about certain things so he wouldn't be super into bathing amongst algae and aquatic weeds (which longmirror lake is full of, along with destroyed voeburtite buildings and nefarious dead children turtles). so i suppose the question is: how does one bathe at the bookman's shelves?
urianger bartered for mountain cave spring water from the nu mou
there might be a well or small spring near the manor itself
something something water crystals
urianger could have rigged a pulley system to haul water up from handmirror lake, the lake on the west side of il mheg beneath a precipitous cliff by the bookman's shelves that may not have fuath in it
urianger has a bathtub that MUST stay dry at all costs and if anyone were to fill it with water he would be forced to use up his favorite soaps in order to fix it which would make him MOST frustrated and despondent
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zeebreezin · 26 days ago
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Joining @lord-emerson ‘s trend of doing these for FL characters, it looked fun :)
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nomemoriesnoproblem · 2 years ago
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elsewhereuniversity · 10 months ago
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On behalf of a group of students who you once helped, and who would prefer to remain anonymous, I offer you an unmaking for any three objects in your safekeeping, within reason. Unmaking is slower than destruction, but much safer and more reliable. I cannot unmake living beings. I will only unmake sentient objects that attempt to or express a desire to harm people. I cannot unmake the fabric of reality. I can unmake memories but I do not recommend this. If you have anything that is impossible to destroy, consider having it unmade instead.
There is no better unmaker than me. I unmade the King of the Burning Peak's cursed crown and Alder Hill Fort and the Buried Eye.
There is no need to take up this offer immediately. If there are more things you want unmade afterwards my prices are reasonable. I prefer payment in gold. I am also happy to recklessly destroy anything for free if it burns well. This is how the Burning Peak got its name.
- Hawthorn of the High Tower of the Burning Peak of the Louring Mountains
Three charms for you, Unmaker Hawthorn, which I have turned over and over and over before surrendering them to your care:
A stolen baguette-cut aquamarine, each facet showing a sliver of a different, desperate face, faint as a reflection in a dark window. I do not know who the poor souls trapped within are, nor how many they number, but I can find no way to free them. Unmaking it may do the trick, or it may destroy them. From the agony conveyed in those contorted expressions, I think either might be preferable to letting it continue to exist.
A handmirror of rose-gold, the back decorated with ornate Victorian memento mori imagery. Looking upon yourself in this mirror kills your reflection, viscerally, before your eyes. Subsequent viewings show only your own corpse, rotting away. Your reflection in other mirrors becomes just out-of-time after, and I don't think any possible good can come of it.
A ship in a bottle, a splintered wreck on the verge of sinking, born up on a sloshing sea of what seems for all intents and purposes to be dark, opaque venous blood. I do not want it, I do not want to look at it, I do not want to know it exists any longer.
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