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uni-vee · 25 days ago
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[IN] 🎉 Ver 1.4 Revelry Season
Infinity Nikki’s version 1.4 will officially begin on the 26th of March!
Banner: 5* Queen set (Whimsically: Doll Transformation) and 4* Patchwork set (Animal Grooming)
New Exclusive Quest: Shine, Party King!
New World / Random Quests: The Party’s On, Joyful Tales, Party Banter, Dream or Illusion
Free Sets: Floating Blossoms (event), Momo Rain, Fruity Wish, Childhood Moments
Mystery Set: Circus (unknown how to obtain, may be via Stellarite shop)
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rosemoofin · 2 months ago
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its-stimsca · 9 months ago
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Stimboard of Orpheus from Hadestown BECAUSE I GOT CAST AS HIM IN MY LOCAL PRODUCTION OF THE SHOW AAAAA
🥀 🎵 🥀 / 🎵 🌹 🎵 / 🥀 🎵 🥀
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hotasfahrenheit · 1 year ago
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No matter how many hundreds, thousands, or million days...
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No matter how long it will be...
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May our love last forever.
[1000 Years Old, 1.01, 1.02, 1.12]
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royalty-nobility · 3 months ago
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Lady Elizabeth Grey, Countess of Kent
Artist: Paul Van Somer (Netherlandish, c. 1577-1621)
Date: c. 1619
Medium: Oil paint on wood
collection: TATE Britain, United Kingdom
Description
The daughter and co-heiress of the 7th Earl of Shrewsbury, Lady Elizabeth Talbot (1581-1651) married Henry Grey, Lord Ruthin (died 1639) in 1601; he succeeded his father as 8th Earl of Kent in September 1623.
Her extremely low decolletage is a fashion paralleled in other Jacobean female portraits, including those of Queen Anne herself. Such exposure, even for ladies of mature years, was evidently considered entirely acceptable, although presumably confined to an elite court circle only.
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ad-astra-per-aspera1976 · 1 year ago
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Back in 1990, they started these ads for a new tv show saying “Who Killed Laura Palmer?” And I was hooked cuz I love murder mysteries.
Of course being made by David Lynch meant it was a LOT more than just a simple mystery. It was ALL KINDS OF FUCKED UP! That I don’t even understand till 20 years after the fact. Well I mean if you can ever figure out what the fuck David lynch is doing cuz he’s a fuck ing weirdo.
Then they did the prequel movie set leading up to her murder, and that was even more fucked up!
And Lynch’s daughter wrote the “Diary of Laura Palmer” which is from the show and it’s basically her diary from age 13 to before she dies.
And it was 100000000 times more fucked up shit. And HORRIFYING the things done to her and things she did.
And I’ve never not been obsessed with that world since then. Back in 1991, I was 15 and even visited the town in Washington state where it was filmed. I saw the high school, the downtown, the hotel with the waterfall, the diner and the road house. I still have pictures in a drawer somewhere.
Anyhoo I’ve just always wanted some tattoos to celebrate my obsession and finally got it 33 years later.
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gummi-stims · 1 year ago
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Do you mind making a stimboard of Gangle from tadc?
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I don't mind at all! Gangle deserves some love <3
😢-🎭-😢
🎭- x -🎭
😢-🎭-😢
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whosxafraid · 8 months ago
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She's A Rolex
Starter requested by @ifyoucatchacriminal
Banging.
That's the first thing that should have told him something was fecking wrong. But up until three seconds ago he was dead asleep--closer to the actual than the metaphorical to boot. And now he's shuffle footing it to his front door. Half fell down the god damn steps before getting to the lock. Half a dozen curse words not in English before he's slinging the god damn thing open. Green and off yellow going wide as he stares down at the face staring up at him.
"Watch?! Lass, wha--?"
No time. Let me in.
And he's on alert in a fraction of a second. Gaze tearing from her to the outside. The outside where the rain is coming down in sheets. The scent of everything sub-duded. Muted. Muggy if he had to put a word to it. And he hates that. Hates that in spades. But where scent is not helping him sight and hearing attempt it. But there's too much movement from the rain and too little of it anywhere else. And its roaring like a dragon thrice pissed. So it's with only so much caution that the door slams shut behind her. Every lock from the top to the bottom shoved into place.
And hand that only dares hover at the small of Watch's back as he ushers her through the space he uses as a garage. Passed the SUV, van, and motor bike, all unmarked, all unassuming and as black as the void in which they sit. Onward up the steps he directs until the next door behind them is pulled closed. And from there she sheds shoes and socks while he takes her coat.
His guest allowed to venture out into the living room of his abode. A living room buffeted on two sides by floor to ceiling windows. Similar sized bookshelves that stand upon either side, in between and along the length of the opposite wall. Watch moving to collapse upon the couch at the center of the view while Luka digs up a towel, blankets, something to eat and drink. And by the time it is all said and done? She looks far better than she did when the banging began.
"Ye go' toi'me now, lass?"
She nods. A breath taken. A wary look at the windows. He knows she knows nothing can touch her here. That glass has stopped stronger things than sniper bullets in and outside of this zip code. And while he will close the blinds if she asks...
I'm being...watched.
He doesn't smile. Not a single lick of amusement to what should have been a slightly funny inside joke to break the tension. But now isn't the time for jokes and there's the slightest chuck of his chin to get her to continue.
I don't know how...or by who...hell I don't even know when it specifically started. I just....things weren't...things haven't been where I put them. Every time I leave the house it feels like there's someone right behind me but every time I try to catch them...
Hands come up as she shakes a frown from her features.
I thought it might have been the nymph you said lives in the tree in my court yard--she's been acting weird. I thought maybe she was sick but she wouldn't talk to me. And then two nights ago...
She wanders away from whatever she was going to say, and he has to redirect. The slightest nudge of a finger against tea mug in her hands now, because anyone that knows Watch? Knows her germophobia cannot handle being touched.
S-sorry uh...t-two nights ago--this is going to sound insane but I--I was working and... I swear I felt someone touch me, Luka. I felt the warmth of their hand the weight of it but the second I turned around...nothing. Nothing but this gut wrenching feeling I was exposed. Exposed like I was in Pa--Paris. I wasn't followed...I checked and rechecked and rechecked again just like you taught me.
And that is all he needs to hear. He promised her what happened to her in Paris would never happen again. And he meant it. It wouldn't. Watch had nearly died that night, and it was not something Luka O'Rian was going to allow to happen twice. And he tells her as much, before getting up. Moving to one of the windows. Phone pulled from a pocket, a number dialing as it settles at his ear.
Because Watch isn't his only "friend" and if there's one thing that all six foot ten and red hair of him is good at? It's finding people that don't want to be found. Especially when they're a threat to his employee and by that measure his own livelihood.
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portrait-paintings · 5 months ago
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Lionel Nathan de Rothschild
Artist: Moritz Daniel Oppenheim (German, 1800-1882)
Date: 19th Century
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Collection: National Portrait Gallery, London, United KIngdom
Sitter
Lionel Nathan de Rothschild (1808-1879), Banker and philanthropist.
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yeowninefive · 1 year ago
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Screenburn (Original and Alt)
So there's some buzz about two major film releases this weekend --The First Omen and Monkey Man-- having incredibly similar concepts for their primary film posters...and I figured to take a crack at designing a poster with the same concept.
The second poster is moreso a bonus design that I came up with during development. (I figured I strayed too far from the concept, but liked what I had done with it to not discard completely.)
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stizuku · 1 year ago
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A Kamishiro Rui stimboard for @r0ttiingphantasm ! I don't know much about project sekai, so I hope it isn't/too/ off ^^:
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moonshinenight · 2 years ago
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🥀 Gothic room made with AI 🥀
I love it
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theflyingfeeling · 11 months ago
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more ramblings to procrastinate work because I opened one student essay and was immediately like "fuck it" because........dear child what are you even saying 😭
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artmarkmedia · 1 year ago
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Watercolor black cat
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garlicsims · 2 years ago
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Maud’s kitchen 🪴
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prettyvacanttt · 2 years ago
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MY NAKED CAT GOT SUNBURNED!!!!!!!
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