#junoesque

[junoesquetv]

Juno.esque Couture is fashion forward brand for the everyday Statuesque women. #Juno #tall #tallgirl #tallwomen #fashion #couture #JCtall #boutique #Junoesque #statuesque #businessattire

[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)

[aeide-thea]

LOVE my lapcat until i start losing circulation in my lower limbs……

[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?

[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" 😍

[mistressweems]

Tattoos & Bruises

Chapter 3

Notes: Brain has been a little tired lately. So, this one is a little shorter than the previous two.

“Please come in.” her dulcet voice had shivers shooting up your spine. Soft and soothing yet authoritarian all at the same time. Your hand pausing on the handle. Has it always sounded that why? Walking in you can’t but pause when looking at the woman before you. Her perfectly pinned up style, her colbat blue eyes watching you carefully as you slowly walked towards her desk. Arms folded on her desk; her beautiful red lips pressed finely together. Her features had always been nothing less than absolutely remarkable. Yet suddenly the Junoesque beauty had you nervous and overly aware of how captivating she is.

Your heart was already racing as you heard the knock on the door. The idea of her coming to see you made you anxious after that last evening. Her stubbornness and unwillingness to see where she was going wrong was beyond frustrating, then to go rushing you out as if the matter at hand was not important. While she was a great addition to the Academy and its sport division, all she had done so far was create your blood pressure to rise, and it only got worse as she walked in. She hadn’t said a single word and your frustrations were growing. Hoping that the young woman is not here to cause any more problems. You cant help but take her figure in. Always in black, her clothes hugged her body as if it was a part of her skin. You have never seen her wearing glasses before... why has something so simple made you feel so weak? You knew it was no way to be thinking about her, not only was she a staff member, but she was so much younger than you. Yet seeing her again had your mind running a hundred miles an hour. You wanted to her your name come from those pretty pink lips, you want those pale inked legs wrapped around you. You wanted to own every inch of her.

“I won’t take up much of your time Principal Weems, I know how busy you are” You place your proposal on her desk, you stay standing, wanting this all be over with as quickly as possible. “I wish to take my students away on a team building trip, all the details are in there, where we would be staying, what we would be doing, how long we would be gone for and all the costs. If you could please look it over and let me know. I would have to go a week ahead of the students to get everything ready for their training and team building. So…I’ll just leave that with you and wait to hear what you think.” Bowing you turning on your heels and head for the door.

“I have not dismissed you Coach Ives, sit down please.” You swallow hard at her command as you turn to do as you are told. Sitting down you watch her face, never looking up at you, her right brow is arched but there is what seems to be a slight smirk on her beautiful red lips. Your bit your bottom lip at the thought. Cursing yourself for letting the images slowly back into your mind once again. The only sound is pages turning as she reads through your proposal. It was if she was doing it all on purpose.

“I will have letters sent out to the parents of your students. I think this is a fabulous plan for your swimming team. You can however order another cabin as I will be joining you, from week 1. We travel together the morning of, just seems like the sensible thing to do” She finally looks at up and glares at you. Your heart pounding, you were pretty sure she could hear it.

The longer she stared the more nervous you got, your mouth went dry, and you found yourself avoiding her eyes and staring down at your lap. You rise slowly, giving another bow “I will make the arrangements Principal Weems.” Giving her a slight bow, you turn on your heels and head out. Once outside her office you let out what seemed to be the first breath since entering. Hanging your head, you head to your room. “Well Satine, you are screwed now.”

Why was she so nervous? She has never been nervous around you before. She even avoided eye contact with you, another thing that has never happened between you and the young Coach. But seeing her nervous and the way she bit her lip, you thought you were going to go insane. You are pretty sure you saw her cheeks turn a light shade of red. A week alone with her is just what is called for, a perfect to time to learn everything about this little creature you have hired. A week to find out what makes her tick but most importantly, to try and figure out why the redhead has had you so captivated and intrigued by her since her first interview.

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It was 4am when your alarm went off. It had been two weeks since Principal Weems had approved your trip. A trip she is now joining. You had packed your bags the evening before, you had sent her mail just after midnight:

Dear Principal Weems,

I have decided to get ahead start on the day and will be leaving a little earlier. I apologise for the last minute change, but I would like to make sure everything is in order and still get in my own morning training.

I will meet up with you a little later in the morning once you arrive.

Safe travels.

Regards,

Coach S. Ives

Hesitating at first, she was already not overly impressed with you. Once she sees this mail, you knew you where either going to be on thin ice, or you would be handing yourself the noose that she will hang with you with. Either way you would not be able to sit in the same car as her for 3 hours. Your mind would not be able to take it. Taking a deep breath, you hit the send and shut your laptop. No going back now.

You had your car packed and loaded and you were on your way by 4:30am. How were you going to spend a week alone with her? You rub the one sides of your temples and sigh. Having the abilities that you have could be more of a burden than anything else really. To be an empath was one thing… but you came with a bit of a twist… you also had the ability if precognition. Not only do you get you feel what others are feeling, you can see the possibilities of the future.

Your thoughts get broken by the sound of your phone ringing. Your grimace as you already know who is going to be on the other end of that call, and you know that she is not going to be happy either. You decide to ignore the call, it’s a problem that can be delt with later.

Your rest your elbow on the car door and your head on your knuckles. Watching the road ahead you smile slightly as you see your destination up ahead.

You know what she wanted… you could feel it when you were near her, you had seen it as well. That night she came to your apartment, the visions flooded you, each and every possibility that the future holds. The images flashed before your eyes… your hands bound, her hands running over you… her making you beg. While each precognition was similar, none of them currently showed an end, they showed greatness, but they also showed tears. But not one showed a way of avoiding this. If this was meant to happen, no matter what you tried, then why fight it?

You pull over, your face in your hands. You can’t let this happen. You can’t let her know that her feelings are right. Principal Weems can’t be the dominate that you have always hoped for. This is not a situation that you needed in your life. This is your job; it is your boss. You have been down this road before and look where you ended up, broken and abused. You promised yourself never again, that you will never let someone else in, no one can know your past, no one would love you because of your past. Coming out to Jericho was to get away from it all, from the hurt and from the pain. No matter what happens, you will need to keep your distance from Larissa Weems.

You were up early; bags already packed the night before. But you wanted get a few things done for the staff for the week coming up before you and the coach set off. Checking the time, you settle at your desk with your morning coffee. You had an hour before meeting the Coach at the car at 6am. Scanning to see if there are any important mails you find one that catches your eye. Opening it you can’t help but groan. She had already left. This was proving to be more challenging than even you liked. You have bitten your tongue regarding her students and name changing, you have let her eat on her own. Meetings she attended more of, still not enough but it was a start. But this, is was now pushing you to your limits. While she was most fascinating, the day those combat boots stepped through your doors, you knew she was going to be a different kind of trouble for you. It was time for the dark creature to learn her place in your school.

By 6am you were on the road. The more you thought of the email and the Coach the more your temper grew. You have never had a staff member like this in all your years, you were certainly not going to let it happen now. It would seem that the Coach needs training of her own, and you were very ready to start her lessons.

Chapter 4

PS.... Do I need to start a tag list?

[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.

Remember to REPOST.

Feel free to add to the list.

[ 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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