#junoesque

[junoesquetv]

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[hplovecraftmuseum]

It might be interesting to note that H. P. Lovecraft left New York City and returned to Providence, Rhode Island on April 17, 1926. Though he remained married to Sonia Greene Lovecraft till the end of his life, by 1926 the marriage was essentially over. Lovecraft had been all but abandoned by his wife when she left a high paying position with another company and tried to open her own hat shop. This was in New York City at a time when the economy was booming. Sonia Lovecraft was a talented and highly experienced member of the fashion community. It is therefore odd that she would not have taken great pains to research and calculate the risks associated with such an endeavor. Regardless, the new venture failed after only a few months and Mrs. Lovecraft eventually took a sales position 600 miles away. HPL refused to follow his new wife to the Midwest and remained in NYC in a tiny apartment. By all accounts Lovecraft fell into a great depression as he was robbed of much of his clothing and was forced to survive without decent heat and exposed to marauding rats. As a result of this state of nearly living as a prisoner he virtually stopped writing. One might ask how a couple who were basically newlyweds could have chosen such a dismal living arrangement. This was several years before the great depression took hold of the world. Yet, it might seem puzzling to the average person, that two adult individuals only recently married would accept such an arrangement. Well, this was Lovecraft after all and somehow this has been accepted without too much question by most critics. Curiously one of Lovecraft's most famed stories was completed almost as soon as he returned to his beloved home town of Providence, RI. In THE CALL OF CTHULHU the bloated, tentacled, demon-god and his cosmic city of unearthly architecture rises from the waves of the Pacific in the month of March. I have previously explored the noteworthy events regarding The Ides of March as they coincidently relate to many events of Lovecraft's life. Particularly his wife was born in March and he was married to her in NYC in the month of March. If we follow the narrative of THE CALL OF CTHULHU carefully we find that the threat of Cthulhu was at its peak in the month of March. However, it seems that by the first of April the danger had abated. April 1st was at one time considered the first day of the New Year. April 1st was once the traditional day of new beginning. Those who early on continued to celebrate New Years on April 1st were considered "April Fools". Well, Lovecraft was both an antiquarian and a keen student of history. Could NYC and Lovecraft's failed marriage to Sonia Greene have been emblematic of Great Cthulhu and his horrible tomb city? Humanity narrowly escaped a fate beyond imagination if Cthulhu had not been subdued by what seemed to have been sheer luck? Likewise Lovecraft himself found salvation in the month of April and his return to Providence. The sculpture in clay and mask of Cthulhu pictured below were created many decades ago by your curator, Richard G. Huber. The ceramic figure of Cthulhu sitting on his throne was created by artist, writer, and critic, the late Richard Tierney. The political cartoon of a tentacled monster symbolizing corporate corruption was a common theme even in Lovecraft's time. (Exhibit 454)

[ryuzakemo128]

MDNI 18+ | Adults Only

Pairing: GHOAP x Serial Killer! Italian! Housewife! Female Reader!

Content Warnings: Italian cursing| Swearing, Italian sarcasm, implications of smut. Polyamorous Relationship. Smut implications. BJ mentioned. Soap is real horny for both you and Simon. Female Reader is curvaceous, Junoesque, curvy, voluptuous. Italian Swearing & Sarcasm (Female Reader).

Note: Junoesque meaning: (of a woman) imposingly tall and shapely.

Word Count: 2922

Summary: Johnny meets you and then understands why Simon didn't want him to meet you.

Simon didn't want Soap to meet you at first, thinking the Scotsman wouldn't know how to handle an Italian woman like yourself. Better to keep you far away from him. Simon's British sarcastic nature was one thing. But yours?

Yours?

Your Italian Sarcastic nature compared to Simon’s British sarcasm. Your dry, “Hai fatto la scoperta dell’America.”

Simon Still thinks you would leave in a heartbeat if it meant he would be happy with Soap. But he didn’t want that. No. He wanted both of you. And you’re far too selfless for your own good. If a serial killer like yourself can ever be called or labelled as selfless in any kind of capacity.

Curvaceous, Junoesque, curvy, voluptuous. These words were always used to describe a woman like yourself. You always wore black, a neutral colour. A favourite of yours.

Soap met you when he saw you in your backyard shed tending to your mushrooms. Part of your large green house you get most of your food from. The large reason why you don’t need to spend nearly as much on food as someone else would have. The smell of various fungi filling the air as Simon warned him.

“Don’t touch the mushrooms.” Simon warned him with a slight smirk. “She won’t forgive you otherwise or at least she’ll lecture you on the complexity of cultivation of whatever mushroom your fingers touched.”

“Cazzo! I’m not that bad!” you protested from inside the mushroom shed.

Simon yelled back with a definite smirk this time, “That’s only because you’ve never seen him try to cook anything beyond toast and tea, love!”

“You mean burn toast and make tepid tea?” you retorted. “Almost like he loves the taste of charcoal. How truly and utterly devastating for his taste buds.”

The black gardening overalls, the 3/4 black shirt underneath and the wide brimmed black hat shielding your eyes from the sun, didn't hide your allure. The matching black gardening gloves that you have sewn yourself reaching your elbows.

The ducks, chickens, and geese wandering around the backyard only made the scene more whimsical than Soap was ever expecting Simon to be part of. The chickens were only ever allowed to wander in a small patch due to their tendency to tear up with moss lawn.

No wonder you were determined to smack on the hand when he suggested on eating chicken eggs scrambled. But when you gave him soft boiled salted duck eggs? Simon laughed when Soap’s eyes widened.

“You can tell she’s Italian right?” Simon remarked with the smugness of a man who knew the antics of an Italian’s temper all too well to ever be ‘bothered’ by it.

Soap is given a full Italian style breakfast, Soap didn’t know it was against your ‘rules’ to make himself breakfast. But Simon said he was the ‘guest’ and ‘guests’ don’t do such things. Unless the host said they could. And Soap wasn’t given that go ahead.

Simon snickered as Soap rubbed his knuckles. “I told you this could happen. Blatantly warned you too. ‘I don’t think you could handle her’ and you were all ‘I can handle her. A little tap on her lovely peach and she’ll be fine’ and yesterday is was more of ‘Oh shit!’ than ‘Oh darling, that was delightful’.”

Soap looked at the notes written by Simon, all of which were pertaining to what he liked about his lunches. Clearly you cared about knowing what he preferred to eat because there is no such thing as a picky eater in your mind. Just a preferred palette that hadn’t been fully explored yet. All of these were written on a coloured white lined rectangle cards.

Things Simon wrote for you in his notes were like ‘I liked the way you roasted the potatoes yesterday. But the steamed carrots were too plain for my liking. And don’t forget the rosemary on the chicken this time’ & ‘I don’t like oranges. But I like orange flavoured things like marmalade or chocolate’. You suggested him to write notes on what he liked more about certain meals so you could replicate it again if he wanted or wished for that same meal or a similar one.

You knew he didn’t like talking all that much and you were insistent on him at least writing notes down when he wanted to get a message across but didn’t feel comfortable voicing it aloud.

A happy middle ground.

Now that Soap had met you? He had to keep you and Ghost as soon as possible. A giant British man is one thing. But A giant British man with an Italian Housewife? It’s like a dessert on top of a hot meal. A two for one combo.

Two people just for him and him alone. Who cares what others thought? He’s the lucky one.  Luckier than most people possibly to think.

You were laying on the couch one afternoon, watching a shark documentary a few hours ago, and you had fallen asleep. Soap might have sucked off Simon a few hours ago. But he planned on getting his two warm hands on your body. On your curves.

As soon as you got in that velvet soft lace lingerie you bought last weekend in a pastel blue? The white lace edges and the tiny white silk bows. The tanga underwear in matching white lace. Your breasts looked like watermelons about to burst through the material. Your thighs? Like a pair of marble pillars. Strong enough to choke the life out of him.

You looked like a delicate dessert. A delicate painstakingly long made dessert. And Soap? He had a large insatiable sweet tooth.

The sight of you like this made his mouth water. Aroused. A delicate sleeping beauty. Or perhaps a sleeping Venus or… perhaps even Aphrodite herself. A living goddess in front of him. Using shark documentaries as a way to self soothe into a semi-decent sleeping pattern.

The whale shark body pillow clutched between your arms. The shark themed weighted blanket draped over you. The velvet shark shaped cushions all around you on the charcoal-coloured couch.

The other three had black dresses you liked the look of from certain model runways. Sometimes taking certain aspects and mushing them together to make something you personally thought would ‘look better’.

He assumed you bought it. Until he saw the sewing room or what Simon had lovingly called it your ‘Workshop of Horrors & Lustful Nature’. Where you had at least six mannequins displaying your most recent creations. Three displayed shark themed lingerie. Each one designed after a specific type of Shark species.

The whale shark body pillow was definitely yours. The shark themed weighted blanket and velvet cushions, all yours. The couch was definitely Simon's choice though, a stark contrast to the rest of the room.

Though, once Simon saw the soft shark shaped cushions decorating the couch? And the recent strawberry shaped mugs you made in your last weeks pottery lessons? The same ones you use for your morning cappuccino.

You certainly knew how to decorate. If you counted the eery paintings done by artists like Vincent van Gogh, Francisco Goya, Salvador Dalí, Edgar Degas, Otto Dix, Rembrandt, El Greco, Caspar David Friedrich, Diego Rivera, Théodore Géricault, Peter Paul Rubens, Zdzisław Beksiński, H.R. Giger, Enrico Pollastrini, John Everett Millais, Jacques-louis David, Gustav Klimt, Albert Edelfelt, Piotr Stachiewicz.

Soap looked at all the artwork your house had. He had to admit the collection is eclectic and extensive. Not too hard to imagine the ‘why’ Simon had married you to begin with. Now that he’s taking in all you particular tastes.

The black coffin shaped bookshelf either side of your television unit with fiction books by authors like Algernon Blackwood, Bram Stroker, Edgar Allen Poe, H.P Lovecraft, Marry Shelly, Oscar Wilde, Robert William Chambers, Stephen King, and many others. All of which are in their original bindings.

The living room alone felt like a museum of the macabre and the avant-garde, Simon saw soap taking it all in. The black woollen rocking chair you sit in whenever you read at night before bed. You say those books are comforting. If one could be comforted by fictional horrors. Then maybe you had found a rather peculiar yet ‘holy grail’ to ‘resting well’.

Perhaps the real horrors were the ones you were more scared of. If the ‘Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable’ Cesar a Cruz quote on the wall inside the entryway of the mansion| estate.  If that is anything to go by. Then perhaps he shouldn't be too surprised that you had a penchant for the macabre.

The flooring in the entire building is a deep ebony cherry wood, your choice and he still remembers Simon gushing over how his wife’s aesthetic choices were impeccable. Soap assumed he was only being polite to you, but now that he’s seen what Simon was talking about at the time? He couldn’t agree more. It appears the man had good taste after all.

Simon’s choices were obvious, the charcoal grey couch in the living room, the instant hot water dispenser, the stainless-steel dishwasher, the sleek black counter tops and stainless-steel cabinet handles. The glass containers with black & white shark shaped labels like, ‘Sugar’, ‘Tea’ ‘Coffee’, ‘Cookies’ and ‘Loose Leaf Tea’.

The loose-leaf tea being crafted with herbal blends of either calming chamomile or invigorating mint, picked fresh from your very own garden. It's a blend that suited Simon's moods perfectly.

You shared a Chocolate, pistachio & nougat semifreddo with Soap. Soap thought Simon was a daring romantic to sweep you off your feet. No. He just as a sweet tooth just like you and you suggested trying it on a first date.

“It had dark chocolate, so it has a little bitter tang to it, but for the most part it’s sweet, it’s rich. The pistachio & nougat adds a crunchy and chewy texture. On the first date I took him on, don’t get it twisted, I asked HIM out first, I took him out to dinner in a nice little restaurant, hole-in-the-wall, then to a nice dessert place where they had the best Semifreddo. My personal favourite place, ever, that man was on it like he was a starved beast in the middle desert. And that is when I knew. I knew ‘I’m keeping this one’.” You remarked.

“Though I did tap him on the arse, wink at him and say, ‘call me if you want a second date sweetheart’. After that first date.” You added painting an even clearer picture of Simon and your first date. “So, imagine that with the added finger guns as I walked away backwards for a few steps.”

Soap’s eyes grew wide at the image you painted for him. “And that was enough to win over Simon?”

Simon overheard the conversation, he spotted the dessert on the kitchen counter alongside the one you made with a cotton candy machine. A cotton candy cake, an experiment to see if you’d like it before sharing it with him.

Simon remembered the first date from a different perspective, he remembered how you approached him. How you looked him up & down. He thought you were looking at Soap or John Price or Kyle Garrick. No. No you weren’t look at either one of those three. When he heard the pick-up line ‘You come here often?’ used on him?

And the added, ‘Then what’s a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this? You should be in my bed, your clothes on the floor and your lips on something far more delicious than that whiskey glass.” From you?

At the Simon was at the bar with the rest of the Task Force 141, Simon thought you were going to approach one of the other three. But no. No. It was like you didn’t see them at all. Like you honed on his large figure and his broad shoulders. Like you said ‘He’s mine’ without saying it aloud.

You had bought him a gin & tonic to see his reaction, the bartender handed to him and told him an anonymous patron bought it for him. Simon didn’t know you’d approach him soon after. The look on John’s face? Priceless when he heard the bartender’s words. Followed by your pickup lines he only heard a man use on a woman.

You didn’t ask for his number. That would have been far too easy. You gave him your number like you expected him to call you. The way you used your charm to win him over through dessert, and the fact you weren’t asking to marry him. You just outright hinted at the fact that you expected to be in your bed by the end of the week.

When you tapped him on the arse after the first date though? The ‘Call me if you want a second date sweetheart’. Simon didn’t expect you to be so bold, so forward. He assumed you were playing hard to get. But no. You were extremely blunt and knew what you wanted. No. No you were a shark rather than a lioness.

You wanted him. You clearly wanted Simon.

As soon as he also saw that you had a sweet tooth like him? Simon the man who hides his face with skull balaclava?

Though it was your Garfield pyjamas you bought him to match yours on your sixth date? Simon didn’t expect you to buy him such a gift. Your wrapped the pyjamas in a black wrapping paper and placed the black mug sized gift box. His name ‘Simon Riley’ with a metallic gold brush marker.

The feeling of being addressed by his actual name rather than his callsign?  He felt seen. Heard. Caressed without the act of physically touching him.

Your Alaskan Malamute, Cardigan Corgi and two black cats. The Alaskan Malamute is the stray you found in the woods as a two-month-old pup you had named Butterscotch. You adopted the Cardigan Corgi with Simon, he named her ‘Moss’ and you found it too cute to change. So, Moss it remained.

The cat were already your two babies before you met Simon. You named the long haired, chubbier one, Mayhem and the slimmer long haired one Bullet. Both are pitch black with sapphire-coloured eyes. Mayhem with a lavender collar and Bullet with a red collar.

The felines greeted him at the door when he first got there. The two following him around like he was the most fascinating ‘cat’ they’d ever seen. You found both cats abandoned inside of a box on the side of the road. Taking them in the same care and love you have for Butterscotch.

Butterscotch didn’t know what to think of him at first. You also warned them. That Butterscotch just needed to adjust to him first. She is a skittish pup, an anxious pup and easily frightened. Despite her larger size.

Moss on the other hand chased Soap, nipping his heels like he was an animal he needed to herd. The corgi’s excitement is infectious making Soap chuckle as he dodged the small corgi’s attempts to nip the back of his feet. His attempts to dodge only excited the little furball more.

Soap spotted Simon with Mayhem and Bullet. Speaking to them, reading to them despite them being unable to understand a thing he’s saying. It was a routine thing he did when strangers came around, a safety blanket of sorts, a way for them to get comfortable with the new person in their home. Though, it was information about the new person Simon read to them. He said it was to keep them safe.

“Watch out for how people treat cats and dogs, that will tell you everything you need to know about them.” You told the both of them.

Soap replied. “Yeah. I noticed some sour types get keen on getting their rocks off by harming defenceless animals until they snap at them. Taking pleasure in knowing in their torment, torture and whimpering sounds. It makes my blood boil.”

Simon gets really moody, talkative, and more ‘Ghost’ when someone threatens to shoot their animals. “Threaten me all you want. But you go near my animals, and I’ll show you what a real ghost looks like.” You remembered that one time too clearly.

You always had a thing for big guys who loved their pets. Simon fit that bill 11%. And you LOVED it.

The way he talked to them like they were his babies? You were putty in his hands.

The way he cuddled Butterscotch and took her out for runs in the woods with Moss? Oh baby, that was it for you.

The way he helped you take them to the vet during their trimonthly check-ups? You had never felt so cherished.

The gentle giant is the best thing that had ever happened for you. Despite your insidious nature. He loved you.

Soap on the other hand couldn’t wait for the moment he would be able to put his hands on your luscious deliciously tasty curves. Scrumptious. A delight from all angles.

Simon saw Soap gazing at your figure as you slept. “Are you absolutely sure you want to do that? Are you certain you want to even try it?” he asked in a teasing tone and a raised eyebrow.

“You know the rules. Ask before you take.” Simon chastised gently. “Wake her first. Consent is a big thing in this house. And don’t wake her without tea or coffee in your hands first.”

Divcider Credit: @cafekitsune

[shutinlear53]

the Junoesque beauty Andrew gets to gawk at every morning...

💚: Mom, where's your negligee? 💛: I don't know Andrew, where are your manners?

[babylon-crashing]

unchaste

“Till taught by pain, men know not water's worth” ~ Lord Byron.

To hear that far-off rumble, that faint praise

mixed in with the boom-dread of the breaking

waves. To half halt in doubt; there shall always

be doubt. Praise, as in lament, rumbling

in the wet sand. Doubt shall be my grave's end.

Doubt and this throaty and forbidding maw

that you call the surf. To enter. To transcend.

To be sucked away. Blowjobs and lockjaw.

Spasms junoesque. Unchaste. Pungent. Cum

lost on the surge. All the things I've done mean

nothing. Stings of indifference. The sea rose

does not care even as I grow hard and numb.

I love laments that are crude and obscene;

like a note found in my abandoned clothes.

[itgirlgyu]

COLGATE CRUSH | choi beomgyu.

pairing: beomgyu x fem!reader ft. huening kai.

genre: fluff, crack.

summary : because of your undeniable curiousity, and lack of survival instincts you end up meeting the junoesque artist, choi beomgyu, and his oddities.

word count: 1.4k.

warnings: illogical made up professions, there's some violence (one line), reader is very curious, beomgyu thinks he got rizz.

"this is how i might end up dead someday."

you had no concrete idea how you found yourself in front of a building undergoing construction; especially when it looked like there might have been a case of aggravated assault etching the history of the eerie institution.

the very first thing that you can recollect was probably the chime of the ice cream man that lured you into an empty alley lined up by the blossoms blessed by spring, and the gentle breeze of nonage, and once you had got your hands on the vanilla cone, you kept wondering into the strange place. curious eyes marveling the unfamiliarity of the street, until of course you found yourself standing in front of the said building.

'if i see no sign from the heavens preventing me from entering this sketchy building then I'll probably still be alive,' is what you thought right before you nearly got trampled by two idiots in a razor scooter with one of them holding a giant rock in his hands, yelling some things along the lines of, "ill bash his head in with this!"

you may have been lucky enough to get your feet trampled over that death vehicle, but that was not the case for another person walking along the road. the man, victim, laid on the floor while holding his feet as some brilliantly colorful curse words flew over his mouth and the two offenders, standing there while profusely apologized to the man.

this would have been a supposed sign from god if you were gifted with the blessings of being self aware—but since that had not been the case for you, along with the fact that your bad luck had bled onto the other person— you were pretty sure of the fact that instead of warning you of any impending danger that awaited you depending on your action, has been warded off successfully.

so you step inside of the damned property; breaking off the sheath of protection, and entering the land of foreign, filled with nothing but cement, and broken debris of bricks. there had been nothing new to explore, plus the added anxiety of hurting yourself at every step increased the pace of your heartbeat; and you couldn't deny the fact that it didn't excite you.

amongst the mucronate end of iron rods sticking out, and half made walls your eyes captured something—a single panel of windows installed. it intrigued you as you approached it cautiously, stepping over the sharp objects laid on the dirty floor, your eyes focused on the peculiar scratching on the glass. the crack swirling into an enchanting ornate design as if it had been crafted by hands, and not born out of a misjudged trifling accident. the broken rays of sun streaming through the gaps of the cracks casting a riveting image onto the floor with you as its muse, compelling you to move closer to learn more about it's unrivaled individuality.

"its so beautiful," you couldn't help but wonder out loud, as your fingers dipped into the clementine shadow the drowning sun casted onto your fingers through the art before you, carefully enough not to go close to the sharp edges of the charmer.

"isn't it?" you twirled around almost immediately to the owner of the voice, and maybe turning around that fast might have not been the best idea as your lungs empty the air out of your system—or that might have been the breathtaking beauty of the mystery man before you with the healthiest long hair you've ever seen, and the most precious lips.

"uh-" you paused, words failing you as you fumbled in front of the beautiful stranger, but maybe the god was actually on your side today. instead of scowling at you for trespassing, or coming off as a creep, he actually laughed at your awestruck expression, as he slightly adjusted his bangs. alluring bruises, and adorable band aids covering the expanse of his winsome hands stirring awake the incessant need to know about the beautiful stranger before you.

maybe his eyes caught the way your gaze followed the movement of his hands, and he somehow smelled of your curiosity as he put on a bewitching smirk, and took a step closer.

"I'm beomgyu, i actually am a professional window scratcher." the beautiful stranger, beomgyu, introduced himself, putting forth his hand for you to shake. you gently put your hands in his, providing him with the confidence to sneak in a squeeze before he lets go.

there's exactly two thoughts swirling in your head: first was the pride that swelled in your heart for recognising art when you first saw it. you're just one step away from becoming the next best socialite at this rate, and the second one was the fact you were almost flirting with one of the prettiest men you've ever come across who is actually the creator of the art as well!

"you-" you stumbled on your words as your eyes widen to hide your excitement—calming the high pitch in your voice you turned around to point to the art, and face him, " you made this?"

beomgyu nodded, the halcyon lines of his eyes tugging at the ends of his lips, as the cheeky smirk melted into a smile dipped in fondness. unbeknownst to the both of you, he took another step closer to you.

"oh i forgot to introduce myself," you chided yourself, and gave him your name.

"that's a pretty name," he commented, "for a pretty girl."

you could assume that he had the full view of your blushing cheeks by the way his lips tugged at the corner. you tried to hush away all the butterflies that started to emerge into your stomach at his silly comments you know he doesn't even mean.

"im being truthful, you're the most beautiful girl I've laid my eyes on," He comes in closer, and closer—until there's only a shy line of invisible distance between the two of you, taunting you for it's presence. even though it feels wrong, you feel like it's the right thing to do, so you look up at his starry eyes, through your eyelashes to show your approval.

words held not much of importance of the strings of your heart tangled, and you could feel beomgyu tugging yours as he gently grabbed the sides of your lips and pulled you close to him.

what you had not expected from this comely artist to have the stinkiest breath that you ever had the misfortune to smell. you tried your best to hold your breath as he moved closer to you. the unbearable stench of filth assaulted the inside of your nostrils—you could hear the sizzle of your nose hair burning off in the acidic smell of his breath—but you persisted for your new found love, well until he opened his mouth, that's when the world blacked out as the lack of oxygen, and the insufferable smell of his mouth knocked you out of consciousness, and to some degree, your misery.

"if you're afraid to come closer to your loved one because of the fear of something like this happening," huening kai, korea's best mc appeared into the camera holding a mic to his mouth, as he pointed at your unconscious self, and a hyperventilating beomgyu holding your pinky with his own as he cried your name, praying for you to wake up.

"don't worry because we have the perfect solution!" huening kai held up a packet of colgate next to his face, staring straight into the camera with a grin with a similar voidity of the black hole—might not be wholesome but at least it sucks you in!

"colgate—no need to be afraid to fall in love!" huening kai explained, and threw the packet at beomgyu, who caught it and brushed his teeth immediately. as soon as the paste touched his teeth, it's as if life was breathed into you by some miraculous spells. your body jolting forward, as you lovingly gazed at beomgyu and the foam in his mouth, almost dripping as he shook in happiness to see you conscious. you giggled at his excitement, and scooped some of the foam that was holding onto it's life by his chin and put it back into his teeth.

"i was so scared of losing you," beomgyu cried out, splattering you with the foam, but you didn't mind as his minty fresh love coated your skin. coloring you ivory in his love—this time you closed the gap between you two and smelled the scent of love directly from the source.

" i will never leave you."

"curating love stories all around!" huening kai yelled, holding up the the colgate as he wiggled his squatted body to come to the center of the camera in order to block you and beomgyu, "colgate!"

"AND THAT'S A WRAP!"

NOꕀT. ִֶָ E : COLGATE SPONSOR ME?!?!!?

i know ive been awfully ia that's why i really wanted to comeback with a writing as awful as this,, but this idea! is so dear to heart because my favourite writer and my best friend came up with this and i just had to write it!! sometimes ill get her on tumblr one day for sure!!! PS the pedestrian the two dumbasses ran over was yeonjun, and the two dumbasses were soobin and taehyun. taehyun being the one with the big ass rock.

PERM〞TAGLIST— @impureperhaps

©ITGIRLGYU—feedbacks are so so so appreciated and ill love you forever!!

[inthefallofasparrow]

Also Round 74, Round 75, Round 76, Round 77, Round 78, Round 79

[goodrobefr]

[idolision]

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Lan Xichen is approaching. The two brothers will meet each other after one year. One look at his younger brother, Zewu Jun swallowed back a high pitched scream and turned around to block Lan Qiren's path. "Oh! Uncle! Look over THERE! What a BEAUTIFUL scenery!!"

"Get out of my way Xichen. Wangj-................"

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Junoesque

Alpha Wei Wuxian X Omega Lan Wangji

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40701390/chapters/101983503

:: AO3 ::

Cycliph

[kawaiixchaotic]

One thing about me imma simp over some background characters

She is drop dead gorgeous, sculpted by the goddesses, an angel from heaven, she is beauty, she is grace, she is everything to me, how dare Lilith leave this handsome junoesque woman without a name

EDIT: Just found out her name is Amanda, which is absolutely perfect for her bc Amanda means "beautiful, worthy of love" 😍

[mekloy]

[hplovecraftmuseum]

We might want to consider the idea that Lovecraft often included characters, concepts, and situations, that were utterly oposite to his personal life and sensitivities. In the tale, COOL AIR, the character Dr Munoz is a smallish, bearded, foreign- born (Spanish) physician living in a run- down neighborhood of NYC. As the story goes, Munoz has a deathly fear of warmth and relies on an old-fashioned gasoline powered air conditioner for his very survival. H. P. Lovecraft on the other hand was extremely sensitive to cold. Any temperature below 40 degrees was uncomfortable for him and below that was downright life-threatening! In, THE THING ON THE DOORSTEP, a story that I believe was a dimly veiled commentary by HPL on his own marriage, Edward Derby is 7-8 years older than his wife. This wife who is described as dark and smallish, is actually a sort of demonic priestess. Even more disturbing is the probability that this woman has been possessed by the 'soul' and mind of a man! In this case her warlock father has taken possession of her body. Now, it may be countered that if Sonia Greene Lovecraft was being represented by the demon-wife of THE THING ON THE DOORSTEP, there were some outwardly problematic differences between the two. 1. Sonia Greene was actually 7 years older than HPL. 2. At either 5'7" or 5'8" ( both had been cited on official documents) and 175 Lbs, Sonia Haft Greene Lovecraft was anything but "smallish'. The one time Mrs. Lovecraft was a talented and gregarious sales- person and that was a type diametrically opposed to her reserved and anti- commercial hubby. Well, Lovecraft considered himself an 'old man' since he was about 14! As to Asenath Waite - the fictional wife of Derby - being smallish rather than "Junoesque" as Sonia had been characterized by more than one person who met her, well, Asenath was possessed by a MAN. The characterization of Dr. Munoz below is a photo of your curator. The "Fish wife" drawing in ink was the work of Richard Corben and appeared in the early 70s publication, H. P. L. (Exhibit 450)

[moonyartsblog]

Has anyone mentioned the teen titans?

No?

Then I'll do it with this Junoesque, feminine Raven of mine in all her demonic beauty. 💜

Well yes, young Rachel Roth is my favorite character in every series and comic book in existence. Probably no one will ever be able to surpass her. 🤧

So I'll leave it here, slowly, because she already takes care of the noise when BB is in the midst of bothering her! 😂💜💜

[majestativa]

His ideal appeared before him with almost tangible clarity, so imperial and junoesque.

— Hermann Bahr, The Dedalus Book of German Decadence: Voices of the Abyss, transl by Ray Furness and Mike Mitchell, (1994)

[pendantaudio]

Tilly's Trans Tuesdays episode 42: It's part seven of our examination of the trans allegory of Silo season 1 on AppleTV+! This week we talk about the importance of chosen family, how we're not allowed to have knowledge society doesn't approve of, and how we're saddled with obligations to keep us too busy and exhausted to examine the big questions. Oh, and rabbits! The junoesque Samantha Cuddy returns to discuss how trans people have to be our own amateur lawyers and endocrinologists! And hey... toxic bigots don't deserve to be in your life just because they share your genetic material.

Hosted by Tilly Bridges and Susan Bridges. Sound mixing by Jillian Morgan. Available on Apple Podcasts, Google Podcasts, iHeartRadio, Amazon Music, Samsung Podcasts, and more!

[cultivators-loss]

Materials: Mo Ran

BOLD what applies to your muse.

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[ COLOR ] red. brown. orange.  yellow. green.  blue.  purple.  pink.  black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey.  lilac.  metallic. matte.  royal blue.  strawberry red. charcoal gray. forest green.apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream.  mint green. magenta. pastels. darks. bubblegum pink. blood red. ivory.

[ ELEMENTAL ] fire. ice. water.  air.  earth. rain.  snow. wind. moon.  stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight.  moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. clouds.

[ BODY ] claws.  long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. ears. wounds. burns.  spikes.  feathers. webs.  eyes.  hands. sweat.  tears. feline.  chubby. curvy.  short. tall.  normal height. muscular. slender. trained.  piercings. tattoos. strong. weak.  shapeshifting. Junoesque. svelte. long hair. short hair. dark circles. big. small. prosthetics. experimented. cyborg. halos. horns. tails. wolfish.    

[ WEAPONRY ] fists. sword. dagger. spear.  scythe. bow and arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes.  whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays.  tasers. machine guns.  slingshots.  katanas.  maces. staffs.  wands.  powers. magical items. magic. rocks. power loader.  flamethrower.  metal rod. shotguns. needles.  

[ MATERIAL ] gold. silver. platinum. titanium.  diamonds.  pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron.  rust.  steel.  glass.  wood. porcelain.  paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. copper. silk. velvet.  denim. linen.  cotton.  charcoal.  clay.  stone.  asphalt.  brick. marble.  dust. glitter. blood.  dirt.  mud. smoke.  ash.  shadow.  carbonate.  rubber.  synthetics. yarn.  slime. ivory.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees.  bark.  roses. daisies.  tulips. holly.  lavender. lilies.  petals. thorns. sunflowers. seeds. hay.  sand. rocks.  snow. ice. roots. flowers.  ocean.  river.  lake. meadow.  forest. desert.  tundra. savanna.  rain forest.  swamp. caves. underwater.  coral reef. beach.  waves.  space. stars. clouds. mountains.  fungi.  cliffs. sunlight.

[ ANIMALS ]  lions. wolves.  black panther. eagles. owls.  falcons. hawks.  swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs.  roaches.  spiders. birds.  whales. dolphins. fish.  sharks. horses. cats. dogs. ��bunnies.  praying mantis. crows.  ravens.  mice. lizards.  frogs.  bears. werewolves. unicorns.  pegasus.  dinosaurs. dragons. felines. foxes. centaurs.  

[ FOOD/DRINK ] sugar. salt. water. candy.  bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices.  herbs. apple. orange.  lemon.  cherry. strawberry.  watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies.  desserts. chocolate.  cream.  caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos.  pizza.  vanilla.  cookies.

[ HOBBIES ] music. art. piercing. watercolors. gardening.  knitting.  smithing. sculpting.  painting. sketching.  fighting.  fencing. riding. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing.  acting. singing. martial arts.  self-defense.  electronics. technology.  cameras.  video cameras.  video games. computer.  phone. movies. theater. libraries. books. magazines. poetry. philosophy.  cds. records. vinyls.  cassettes.  piano. violin.  cello.  guitar. electronic guitar.  bass guitar.  harmonica.  synthesizers. harp lyre. woodwinds.  brass. trumpet.  flute. drums.  bells. playing cards.  poker chips.  chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing.  tree climbing. running. vivisection.

[ STYLE ] lingerie. armor. cape. dress. robes. suit. tunic. vest.  shirt.  boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. shorts. jewelry.  earrings. necklace.  bracelet. ring. pendant.  hat. crown. circlet. helmet.  scarf.  neck tie.   brocade. cloaks. corsets.  doublet. chest plate.  gorget. bracers. belt. sash.  coat. jacket. hood.  gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses.  sunglasses.  visor.  eye contacts. makeup. pantyhose. stockings.  thigh highs.

[ MISC ] balloons.  bubbles.  cityscape. landscape.  light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. photos.  mirrors. pets.  diary.  fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. anger. family. friends .assistants.  co-workers. enemies. lovers. loyalty.  smoking. alcohol. drugs. kindness. love.  embracing.

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