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spellbindingnights · 2 years ago
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More aura memes that no one asked for
muses: the Hoffmann sisters
eva: grey
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window panes, fog, old sweaters, clouds, cobwebs, ash, owl feathers. your essence is grey: you seek to bear the truth for the betterment of others. it is at the sacrifice of your own feelings; you stomach anything that would make you small. you adapt when change is certain, but your pillars never falter. you are the role model. you are the statue. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of ivory, noir, chiffon, and wine, who share your polished conduct. you are also drawn to the vibrant pink and purple, who will help you grow and teach you to see other facets of yourself. however, you may struggle to get along with the introspective personalities of blue and yellow who will question their self-worth.
mary: green
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climbing ivy, snake eyes, frogs, rainboots, koi ponds, abandoned places, clovers. your essence is green: you are bright-eyed and cerebral, unearthing questions. you are devoted to your pride; you struggle to feel worthwhile if you do not have any answer for everything. it is hard for you to not fixate intensely and be certain you are not mundane. you are the orator. you are the totem. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of forest, sage, chartreuse, and jade, who share your desire to learn. you are also drawn to the creative souls blue and orange, who will help you grow and know it is okay to stay guessing. however, you may struggle to get along with the bleeding heart personalities of pink and yellow who are too wrapped up in pleasing others.
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citronellals · 1 year ago
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overflowing and fragmented. her varnish has peeled off.
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c2-eh · 4 months ago
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I just had a charlos thought (prompt maybe??) Charles writing things about Carlos in his note book, and then losing said notebook which results in a mini breakdown because he HAS to find it before anyone reads it and he’s freaking out but he can’t tell anyone why he’s freaking out either, everyone’s searching for the note book which causes him more stress, Carlos ends up finding it but doesn’t read it but Charles thinks he has
oh god this has been in my inbox for A YEAR and i randomly found it now... idek if you still follow me anon or if you even care about charlos (you should they are fruity and in love!), but i come with 2k as compensation <3 it was funnn to write this! enjoyyyy luvs! <3
Charles is freaking out. Rightfully, if he were to say so himself, as he just lost a very important thing in his life.
The whole garage of his is up and on their feet, trying their best to find an A4 blue notebook that is filled with details about Charles’ life – mostly racing, because Charles’ life is racing, racing and racing again, so it made sense to do that.
And well, that’s what he told everyone. Acted like the said notebook only holds the racing knowledge like data, strategies, technical stuff, Charles’ feelings about the car, possible improvements and such things. It is half true, however, not the full truth. Not in the slightest.
No one knows why he is freaking out so much. Only Andrea. And Joris. And Antoine. Because Charles can’t keep his fucking mouth shut about anything, ever.
The tell-tale rapid breathing of his was a hint Charles should calm down and not overthink this, but the fact he couldn’t reveal why the search was so urgent, made him lose a bit of sanity each time someone approached him a question about why it was so important.
Racing is important, was be his answer, but no one actually believed him, because everyone knows Charles holds all the information in his mind. The notebook is just a help. A boost if you may. He lives and breathes racing and he would think back to the imperfections (or the perfections, but there’s not many currently) on the whim.
Charles was surprised and wondered why no one seemed to be disturbed by the fact he insisted and nearly shouted at everyone that if they were to find the notebook, they could never ever open it, no matter what. He could blame it on wanting a privacy, but why would you need that big of a privacy from your team, if the things in the notebook were about the data the said team has?
“Nothing?” Charles asked in dejected voice after around 2 and half hours of searching. One look at his mechanics’ faces and he did not really need a vocal answer. He sighed and thanked everyone for their effort, sending them off in the process, retracting to his room with his head hung low.
It’s not like Charles was drawing his and Carlos’ initials in hearts into the notebook, no, but there were some things that would easily reveal his true feelings towards his teammate and he couldn’t allow it.
He wouldn’t be able to swallow down the rejection – Carlos’ big brown eyes so apologetic, feeling sorry for him and just because Carlos is such a good guy, he would try to force himself to like Charles just to make him happy.
Only if that was actually possible, Charles thinks and scoffs, the sound echoing around the hall.
Charles loves Carlos. It took him a long time to come into terms with it and it was honestly a big messy battle within him – one of his heart and brain and probably dick too – which in the end his heart won, no matter how much his brain tried (did it?) to resist the feelings.
Charles returned back to his driver’s room, his mood still sulky. He was slowly losing hope, but at the same time gaining it, because if his notebook got lost somewhere no one could find, then it meant Carlos couldn't either. Or maybe it was just wishful thinking, but Charles’ brain was determined to convince him that was the case (or maybe it was Charles himself trying so hard to not get his feeling revealed to avoid the hurting).
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Back in his hotel room, Charles still feels a bit down and paranoid, but it quickly disappears once he settles deep into his bath. Hot water sooths his muscles and he sighs – for the hundredth time today.
The rest of his evening routine passes by quickly and just as he’s about to climb into his bed, his face moisturized and hair washed, someone knocks on his door.
It’s Carlos. Looking better than ever.
Charles’ breath hitches when he opens the door, but he plays it off with a cough. He curses himself for not checking who it was before. His teammate looks sheepish, shy even, with how he’s looking at Charles with his big brown eyes. However, once Charles sees what Carlos is holding in his hand, he is done studying Carlos’ handsome face. His breath quickens and suddenly he feels like suffocating.
“What is that,” he says, voice flat. His eyes are zeroed on the A4 blue notebook filled with his handwriting talking about Carlos, his hands, hair, nose, eyes, and… Fuck.
How fucking stupid was he to write it into his work notebook? Charles needs to not be close to that thing during boring meetings ever again.
“Wow, I at least expected a simple ‘hello’,” Carlos chuckles and Charles can’t even appreciate the sound now. He only frowns and misses the way Carlos’ face drops.
“Carlos,” he warns firmly and then, without thinking, snatches the notebook from his hand, not caring it’s rude, nor that he still did not invite Carlos into his room. He immediately checks it, listing through the pages to make sure everything is intact.
Once he is sure, he takes a deep breath and turns back towards Carlos that is now standing in the middle of his room, the door behind him closed shut.
Carlos is looking at him – studying him, his expression scrutinizing – as if Charles turned into alien or something. His brows are slightly furrowed and his full pink lips are downturned. Oh no.
“Care to explain what the fuck was that?” Carlos asks, crossing his arms on his chest. And Charles is not the God’s strongest soldier. His eyes fly over Carlos’ whole body, eyes stopping on his bulging biceps, before he snaps out of it.
Out of nowhere, Charles’ blood starts to boil. Why is this man acting like Charles is stupid?
“Oh don’t act innocent, I know you did it,” Charles scoffs and clutches the notebook close to his chest. He’s never ever leaving it out there in the open.
Carlos looks confused and Charles is momentary startled. He shakes his head. No, he definitely did, he wouldn’t look so guilty other way.
“I am truly confused, Charles. Can you please talk to me and explain what’s going on?” oh and if Charles does not hate when Carlos is calm and rational, all while Charles is losing his mind.
He rolls his eyes – over exaggerating it.
“I know you read it. The notebook,” he says, his tone harsh, "everyone would, because that’s who we are. It is in our nature to be curious and do something we would perhaps regret later, but also never admit to. You read my notebook. Or maybe even took a peak.”
Charles chances a glance at Carlos and he doesn’t look confused anymore, no. More like a little hurt, but also amused, which Charles thinks is the worst combination ever. Partly because how the fuck is it possible to have 2 contradicting emotions battling on your face, but mostly because what is Carlos hurt for?
“The curiosity got the best of you, yeah yeah, do not even apologise, I know it all. We’ve all been there,” Charles waves his hand, but he can feel his throat tightening and he mentally curses himself.
“I didn’t-“ Carlos starts, but then shuts his mouth and waits. Charles finds it weird. Guess he gave up on the excuses.
Charles sighs, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat, but to no avail, “just leave it. I know you don’t love me back, so there is no need to feel bad for me. God knows I am fed up with that sentiment,” he says and throws the notebook on his bed, turning away from Carlos, “can you just forget it and go now?”
It’s quiet, eerily. Charles is not sure if it has been minutes or hours, nor if Carlos is still there.
“Charles,” Carlos’ voice suddenly sounds way closer than before, “Charles,” he repeats, firmer now and he has no choice, but to turn to face his teammate.
Looking up into those eyes should come with a warning.
“I did not read your notebook. I really didn’t. I found it under the counter where you keep your helmets, when I was tying my shoes. I did not give it to you, because you were not in the garage, so I took it into my room. I wanted to give it to you in person, in case someone would be a jerk enough to read someone’s personal stuff,” Carlos says, emphasising the last part of the sentence.
Great, it’s safe to say Charles feels like shit now.
“Oh,” he says, averting his eyes, “so you really didn’t read it,” it’s phrased like a declarative sentence, not a question.
Carlos shakes his head still, which Charles can only see from his peripheral vision.  He feels like dying because… because he just confessed without a need to do so. He's so stupid.
Big warm hands land on Charles’ cheeks and he has no choice, but to look back on Carlos’ handsome face, “can you tell me more about the love you mentioned?”
“No,” Charles whines automatically and Carlos has a nerve to chuckle. Charles’ head thunks against Carlos’ shoulder and he immediately feels Carlos’ hand in his hair.
“It’s okay,” Carlos whispers and Charles feels like crying, because here it is. The pity, the rejection he was so afraid of- “I love you too.”
Charles giggles and nuzzles his nose into Carlos’ neck. He stays there, breathing in Carlos’ scent when he suddenly realizes what the fuck he just said.
“What?” he abruptly moves away, almost shouting.
Carlos looks smug, with the slight smirk playing on his lips, but his eyes look soft. So soft and earnest Charles feels like his knees will give out from under him. It is all it takes to believe him, because he knows Carlos. He knows Carlos shows emotions through his eyes more than anyone else, because he’s seen it so many times it is integrated in his brain.
“You heard me,” he says and his smiles transforms from smug to soft and Charles launches.
Their lips crash and Charles puts every drop of his willpower into keeping himself on the ground and not climbing Carlos like a tree.
Kissing Carlos does not feel like anything he’s dreamed of, because nothing of sorts can compare to the real thing. Carlos starts slow, with careful closed mouth kisses that after a while start to frustrate Charles. He whines, to voice out his displeasure.
Carlos gets the memo and finally starts kissing him and Charles finds himself on cloud nine. He’s turned breathless as Carlos goes from slow, to vigorous open mouthed kisses, his tongue prodding at Charles’ lips to let him in. Charles moans, loudly, into Carlos’ mouth, sending a message of how much he’s loving it.
The tips of Carlos’ fingers run down Charles’ spine and a whimper falls from Charles’ mouth once Carlos grabs his ass, squeezing it. The action brings Charles closer. So close he can feel the outline of Carlos’ dick against his hip.
“Carlos,” he whimpers, his own hard dick rubbing against Carlos, “I need you.”
“Let’s take this to the bed, cariño,” Carlos breathes out, guiding Charles there before he was even done speaking.
Later, when they are lying in his bed, Charles’ head pillowed on Carlos’ shoulder, does Charles finally feel fully relaxed. Looking up at Carlos’ freckled face, his strong nose and big plump lips brings a strange sense of happiness and comfort to Charles.
(What doesn’t bring comfort, is the drying cum on his ass and thighs, but he is content enough to ignore it and stay in Carlos’ arms. For now).
“Why did you look so guilty on my doorstep?” Charles asks, not able to help himself. He needs to know, because the only explanation his brain could come up with back then was ‘Carlos is guilty’, which apparently was not true.
Carlos sighs, his fingertips slowing down their tracing on Charles’ back, “I know you were looking for your journal. Ricky messaged me.”
Charles is confused, “and?”
Charles giggles, the sound coming out of his mouth freely. Carlos kisses his forehead and Charles brings his hand up to Carlos’ jaw to caress it. He kisses his nose in return, then cheek and then finally his mouth.
“I could have given it to you back then or send it through someone. I was not back here yet,” he pauses and Charles says nothing. Leaving him space to continue whenever he wants, “but I was selfish. I wanted to give it back to you in private. I don’t really know why, “he resumes his stroking, his voice getting quieter, “perhaps I wanted an excuse to be with you alone.”
“I’m glad you did.”
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ryuki-draws · 2 months ago
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Gundam Soundwave, I mean, Gundam Indra. More WfM fan AU ramblings under the cut! (it's 2:35 am, lord help me)
FP/A-67 Gundam Indra is a GUND format prototype MS developed by Peil Technologies and a step between company's Zowort and its later GUND MS, Pharact.
Built for testing the limits of the format and its enhanced pilots alike, it was developed with the Corax GUND Bit system. After Indra's development was discontinued, many of its parts - including the Corax - were implemented into its successor.
During its operation, it was piloted by all five EPs as a testing/training unit, but the permet link was optimized with N°3's brain implants in mind, who's its most frequent test pilot. It is, however, not 100% combat-ready.
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jadethirlvvall · 6 months ago
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EVA LONGORIA as Gabrielle Solis in Desperate Housewives
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mollybeenoel · 5 months ago
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Eva Green by the Blue Review
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xchronicles · 2 months ago
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Mayday Mayday
I've decided to break hearts again.
Sound on pls.
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thesobsister · 5 months ago
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The first page of Sol Lewitt's letter to Eva Hesse on the occasion of her encountering a creative block.
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dracocheesecake · 1 month ago
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Some Random WIP from the Raised By Dorceans AU ft. Small Eva Learning Alien Cuss Words:
(Warning: very rough and implied threats of child abuse)
Some context: They called her Beeboo for awhile because that's all they were able to make out of her language; they didn't realize she was talking about the doll, asking them about it, and if they knew what it was or wanted to play. They thought it was her name.
The girl squinted up at them. Slowly, she lifted a little hand, pointing at Besteel.
“...Ba. Steel.” She said. “Besteel.”
Both brothers paused. Besteel's head whipped in her direction, his eyes wide.
“...Did it just say what I think it said?” He asked.
Redimus nodded, his mouth agape. With some effort he closed it. “I...I think she did.”
She then turned her focus and her finger on Redimus. Her little face was scrunched up in concentration, her lips puckered with effort as she tried to think. Finally she spoke again.
“Mem-mim-mus,” She said resolutely.
Besteel laughed. “I’m guessing your name doesn’t roll off its tongue as well.”
“More syllables, and rougher,” Redimus agreed. He knelt down, examining the little creature more closely. As always, he saw a bright intelligence in her green eyes. He wondered how his brother couldn’t see it.
“Do you know what this means?” He said. Besteel scoffed.
“Don’t start trying to tell me its intelligent,” he said disdainfully, “it’s just repeating whatever it hears. Watch,” and he bent down to the little girl’s level. He tapped her on the head.
“Say ‘sheesa’.” He said.
Beeboo giggled. “Sheesa!”
Besteel smirked at his brother. “See?”
He turned back to the girl and pointed at Redimus. “And this one is ‘stupid fat fraaza’. Say that.”
She pointed at Besteel. “Besteel! Sheesa Besteel!”
Besteel's jaw clenched, and he whipped his head towards Beebo, glaring and bristling.
“That’s what you get,” Redimus chuckled, “teaching her foul language.”
Beeboo giggled again. “Fraaza Besteel sheesa! Sheesa! Besteel!”
Besteel growled and turned sharply away. “Make it shut up,” he snapped at his brother, before storming off towards his glider. As usual, that was his signal that he had completely lost interest in the human, and would leave Redimus to deal with the mess he made- until she became entertainment again, at least.
Redimus sighed and looked down at her. “How do we convince him, Beeboo?”
“Memimus!” She said, reaching for him. Redimus folded her arms back down with one pair of talons. Then he smiled and pointed at himself.
“No, no: Re-di-mus. Redimus.”
She squinted. “Meh…Meh…”
He shook his head. He pointed at himself again. “Red. Red. Red. I. Mus. Redimus.”
Beeboo nodded. She pointed at him. “Rrrr…Red..Rrreddie…Reddie-mus!���
Redimus chuckled. “Close enough. And you.” He pointed at her. “Beeboo.”
She shook her head, pouting. She pointed at herself, stomping her little feet. “Ev-a. Ev-a. Nine. Niiiiine. Nine. No Beeboo.”
“Eva Nine? Not Beeboo?”
“Eva Nine.” She said again. She shook her head. “No Beeboo.”
Redimus chuckled again and held up a pair of hands. “Alright, alright. Just Eva Nine. Let's try again.”
He gently placed a claw on her head. “Eva Nine.”
He pointed at himself with another. “Redimus.” He then pointed to Besteel, messing with his glider. “Besteel.”
Eva pointed at them each in turn, as Redimus had done. “Reddie-mus. Besteel.”
Then she pointed at herself. “Eva.”
Redimus nodded. “Very good, Eva. Now let's get you back in your cage, before Sheesa Besteel does something awful to you.”
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chichimodele · 5 months ago
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Eva Apio
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fancyschmancyopinions · 7 months ago
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EVA LONGORIA at the Critics Choice Association’s Celebration of Cinema and TV Honoring Black, Latino and AAPI Achievements in December 4th 2023 wearing STELLA MCCARTNEY
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spellbindingnights · 2 years ago
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So it's gonna be forever Or it's gonna go down in flames You can tell me when it's over, mm If the high was worth the pain Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane 'Cause you know I love the players And you love the game
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runwayarchive · 1 year ago
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Mugler FW 1995 Couture | Eva Herzigová
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chronik-krybaby · 1 year ago
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badbitchesonlyhoe · 8 months ago
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sharkboy-agere · 1 year ago
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im cleaning out my ponytown pony slots and i have some cool designs you take inspo/steal if you'd like ^^
reiner (oc) | alyx vance (valve) | trans rights! (oc) antisepticeye (jse/iris) | ARK (oc) | darkiplier (markiplier) frank (welcome home) | ivlet (dogz petz 2) | wally (welcome home) dreamcast! (oc) | random purple dragon (oc)
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