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Inner Space Cadet
Mixed media on paper 14"x11"
#watercolourpainting#art#painting#chakra art#sound and color#inner alchemy#inner world#innerspaceexploration#illustration#graphic novel art#reverberating#Reverberations#psychedelic art#watercolour
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Nothing as loyal as music, sticks with me all day long...
Random Xpressions
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#furret#accumula town faintly blaring and echoing in the background. reverberating throughout the city streets and into the forest#the day has come. here it is. and it's *beautiful*.
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this man has such a fucking dump truck on him it’s ridiculous. I should not be jealous that his ass is fatter than mine yet here we are
#like bro show me your workouts cause what the HELLLLLLL#you smack his ass and it sounds like a sonic fucking boom#the reverberation and jiggle??? cataclysmic#lads#love and deepspace#lads sylus#lnds#sylus#love and deepspace sylus#l&ds
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Imagining a sterek soulmark AU, where the first thing you hear your soulmate say is tattooed on your body, but Derek is full-shifted when Stiles hears his 'first words', so Stiles' soulmark just says
"AWOOOOOO!!!~"
Meanwhile, Derek's soulmark would be an equally unhelpful:
"WUAH!!!"
From Stiles' undignified shriek due to suddenly being face-to-face with a fucking wild wolf.
#sterek#teen wolf#derek hale#stiles stilinski#tyler hoechlin#dylan o'brien#mieczysław stiles stilinski#Stiles getting his soulmark:...the fuck?#Stiles' soulmark would be so huge and long because the howl reverberates through the empty night air#That it would start at his ankle and go all the way up to his armpit#Derek getting his soulmark:...is that even English?
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This is one of my favorite visual gags in any episode of the monkees
#the monkees#mike nesmith#davy jones#monkees clip#why did they do that#I feel like I can see davys butt reverberating
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It's interesting to me that the show writers have decided to make the monastery be the moment Lestat is brought home violently, and at (I would assume) such a young age. In TVL he's still taken from the monastery against his will and denied an education (devastating enough) but it's not until he's older and runs away to join the theatre troupe that they drag him home violently. His eventual response to the assault and yet again being denied control of his life, and some other major events I'll skip over, is to move to Paris and become an actor anyway. But by making the physical abuse happen so young, and be so brutal, they're creating a flashpoint of extreme helplessness and harm without hope of escape that will parallel his turning by Magnus (who also now imprisons him for a week which is longer than the books' shorter but still horrific turning)
The repercussions of the abuse at the hands of his father and brother as it occurs in the show would be a little death, a transformation. The child that left for the monastery is lost, the Lestat that walks out of his room with his prayers silenced and saints forgotten cannot be the same person and survive. That will certainly mirror his mortal/human death and turning by Magnus. He is struck down, altered so cruelly by both his father and by his maker.
And don't even get me started on the ramifications of his relationship with the divine. That he wanted to be a priest. That his prayers repeatedly go unanswered in the face of such horrors. The ocean between himself and God.
The part of the apology/reconciliation scene that I think strikes best at the heart of his abandonment issues as it pertains to the divine is when he gently scoffs at himself for calling out to God during his turning. Despite previous experience, he again tried to survive the wrath of a larger, stronger being by praying. The situation so extreme he was made utterly powerless. And yet, again, there was no intervention. Again, he was abandoned to this awful fate and now there he sits a monster. Worst of all though he's his family's monster asking for forgiveness that he does not feel he deserves. You know he recognizes the anger in Claudia's eyes, the harm he's done. His smile a sad defense against Louis' pity. It's crushing.
"I didn't want this." he tells them as if to apologize for his very existence, his being.
He has become the thing he hates most.
He is so vulnerable here. My god.
I can't even allow my mind to delve into his psychological state in the garbage dump, post-murder. Can you imagine one of your greatest fears being abandoned and your family, knowing this, throw you out with the trash. And that he knows he pushed Claudia and Louis to such desperation. It's no wonder he breaks down during the trial when recalling Louis putting him in his coffin, that Louis saved him despite what he was, what he'd done. His one consolation being that Louis still loved him enough. I will never be convinced, until we see otherwise, that he was at the trial for retribution, and I do not trust the tower scene as we saw it at all. He would mentally be in tatters. He would've arrived in Paris already in such a state. Then the events of the trial, whatever his involvement ultimately was, of seeing Louis in that situation and watching Claudia murdered...there are no words for what he would be going through (and that's without knowing what the full context of the trial was for him) we can only assume from what remains years later...
A broken creature.
Louis leaving him was truly a push to destruction equal to Armand pushing his weakened body off the tower in the book, as near a fatal blow as Louis could strike in that moment. Lestat is alone and defeated. A fate he maybe feels he deserves, that he should've never survived to this point anyway. His existence only seeming to harm those he's loved most (can't forget Nicki here.) There is something about him choosing to sit in that ruined house and starve that calls back to his bedroom prison post-monastery. I can see why Rolin allowed the level of emotion to remain in the reunion scene. Because Lestat is as emotionally broken here as he is physically broken in the book. There is next to nothing left in him to rally against the flood of his feelings. He's that kid starving in his room, the man trapped with a monster, and a being that's hated his mind & body for lifetimes. It's unbearably sad and it should be gut-wrenching.
I'm guessing these changes (maybe more a shuffling) are just for more efficient storytelling. A way to get the viewer from point A to point B of his messy backstory more quickly with the same trauma of bookLestat still intact. What is my point? I don't know. I don't really have one. Mostly I'm just rambling, appreciating the show writers, and I really need new content.
Added a cut because below is a short S3 speculation that may contain spoilers.
Not that anyone asked but I'm leaning toward the idea that they'll have it be when he runs away with the theatre troupe (or just leaves for Paris) as a young adult he never comes home again. That the wolves will happen at some point before that but remain the life-changing catalyst and that the reunion with Nicki will be in Paris. That he will have a longer acting career before Magnus finds him. If that is the way it goes I hope Gabrielle still has a hand in his flight from Auvergne, but we'll see.
#blabbering#iwtv#interview with the vampire#amc iwtv#amc interview with the vampire#lestat de lioncourt#iwtv ramblings#iwtv season 3 speculation#iwtv spoilers#the vampire lestat#vampire chronicles#the reverberations of trauma#my S3 spec isn't necessarily what I hope happens just where it seems they're going to me#I'm excited for whatever they choose to do#as long as the core of Lestat remains
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The Other Hair Dye Incident(s)
@jmeec316 mentioned initially thinking the "hair dye incident" snippet was referring to Daemon dealing with Jon's mischief in Reverberate, so of course I had to just write a short little ficlet of that.
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Daemon caught the tiny fist overflowing with crushed blueberries before it could close around a piece of dangling hair. His son’s eyes were bright with merriment, giggles overtaking him as his other fist was also intercepted.
“Truce, Jon,” Daemon said, gently shaking his hands. “Lest I be mistaken for a purple-haired Lyseni.”
He had taken to pulling his hair back into a braid at first when supervising their meals, but that too Jon managed to grab at every opportune moment, viewing it as the most delightful of games to breach Daemon’s defenses to paint his favorite canvas with the brightly-colored food of his choice.
The only vegetable spared that treatment was beet, which Jon had slapped onto his hair once, only to immediately burst into tears and bury his face into his chest, inconsolable until he had been carried around the room for a few minutes. Rhaegar had taken the opportunity to eat the entirety of the berries laid out.
He had pinned his braid up once or twice, but had not had the heart to continue when met with Jon’s disappointment. It had also led to Rhaegar being treated to the experience instead, which his other son had borne without complaint, but his hair took the dye even more vividly than Daemon’s, and it took far more washes to clear, so Daemon had resigned to being his son’s primary canvas.
“Boo!” Jon countered, the tiny nubs of his front bottom teeth poking out adorably.
“It is very purple, not blue.”
Jon collapsed into giggles. “Puhpuh.”
“Can you not speak sense to your brother?” Daemon asked his other son, who tended to watch these exchanges with amusement but without partaking.
Rhaegar regarded him solemnly, as though considering his proposal, then flung his own fistful of mashed blueberries, which landed solidly in the middle of his hair and began to slowly drip down.
“Puhpuh,” Rhaegar declared, having chosen his side in the war.
Daemon sighed, leveling a mock glare at his eldest. “Do you see what you’ve done?”
But he resigned himself to the unending battle cries of “puhpuh,” emerging at the end of it with blueberry pieces on just about every part of his upper body.
“Do not say anything,” he said when Rhea happened upon them. “It will only encourage them.”
She picked up Rhaegar, who had somehow managed to get the blueberry everywhere but himself. “I think you do that well enough yourself.”
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Originally, I was going to not post Library of Ruina until I finished it, but I was notified this morning that it was his birthday 💙 I can't miss the birthday of my favorite girl <3
#girl as in referring to a boy#you know?#library of ruina#reverberation ensemble#argalia#art#birthday#detectiphoenix
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Otto: After everything you’ve done, how will you sleep at night?
Daemon: Next to my wife.
#daemyra for the wiiiiiiiiiiiin#but could also be rhea+daemon if it’s reverberate#OOF i cant choose now#someone pick for me#should i make this a poll?🤔#resonant by syndrossi#house of the dragon#source: epic the musical#daemon targaryen#otto hightower
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Merry crisis
#library of ruina#project moon#my art#reverberation ensemble#argalia#jae-heon#oswald ruina#philip ruina#aaaand roland and pluto ig. does this count as plugarlia#philip accidentally does the stereo kick while jae stands off completely unmoving in the distance#smh arg and os are carrying this thing#IVE BEEN GOOD IVE BEEN GOOD PUT ME ON THE GOOD LIST <–person who has lusted over JH for two years now with absolutely zero redeeming#qualities in the throes of said lust
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#13.05.23#3352#negativity#for the record old dudes in the mosh pit and at concerts in general are very cool#here the specific situation tho was more like i was juuuust on the outskirts of the part of the crowd that was moving around#not feeling confident enough to just dive into it + i d kept my bag#but i was squished between these two guys who were on the sides of it too#so all i was doing was getting the reverberations of the crowd's movement and gettin squashed some more#anyway ;#jean d'heure
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Heavily making out with an intent, greedy Barou on your shared couch (with him laid out comfortably beneath you) and he just gets soo into it, so reeled by the sweet lingering taste of your essence on his tongue, that he grabs you by the back of your neck to deepen the heated, breathy intoxicating exchange of entangled tongues and shorten breaths. Heftily grumbles out steep vibrating growls against your slick sweetness, thick fingers entangling and weaving deep into your scalp, pushing you further and further. ♡
#just…..thinking about messily making out with this man 😖😵💫😵💫#he’d be the type to have one hand roughly securely wrapped in your hair while the other diligently glides down the arch of your spine 🫠😩😵💫😵#big wide hand roaming down the stride of your back…pushing and continue on caressing every inch of you until you moan lucidly#into his reverberating mouth….his wandering free hand firmly cupping at your profound rear with a prominent squeeze…😵💫😵💫😫🫠🥴🥴🥴#basbxushebdjd yearning for this man again (always willlll) 😩😩😩💗💗💗💦🫶🏼🫶🏼#barou shoei x reader#barou shouei#blue lock
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Prompt 17 - Difficulty
@jegulus-microfic January 17, Word count 523
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Sneaking back into Gryffindor Tower was far easier than the last time, as most of the Gryffindors had gone up to bed. He paused at the bottom of the spiral staircase. Was he really going to do this? If he did, his relationship with James would mean something. Could he trust his brother not to tell their mother out of spite?
“He won’t do anything bad, I promise,” James said reassuringly. “He might have a record-breaking strop, but he won’t do anything to hurt either of us,”
With difficulty, Regulus managed to get his feet moving again as he slowly walked up the stairs.
Once they were at the right dorm, James pushed the door open to be greeted by a moan. “Oh, shit!” James pulled his wand out and pointed it at Remus��s bed. “Sonorus!” He cast quickly. “No, no, no, that’s not the one I meant!” He cried out as he tried to remedy his mistake. But it was too late.
“OH, REMUS. OH, OH, OH… FUUUUUUCK!!!” Sirius’s amplified voice filled the entire room with the sounds of his moans and heavy breathing.
Regulus felt like his ears were bleeding. He was too stunned to react. James finally managed to remove the voice-amplifying charm and cast the silencing charm he’d meant to cast.
“I am so sorry,” He said, spinning to face Regulus, his face white and his hand holding onto Regulus’s tightly as if he was afraid Regulus was about to run, which was probably a good reading of Regulus as he was seconds away from running out of the dormitory.
Regulus closed his eyes and breathed. He needed a moment to wrap that memory in Fiendfyre and destroy it from his memory. Once he was happy that he would be able to sleep, he nodded to James, signalling that they could go to bed now.
James took him over to the bed furthest from the door. He opened his trunk and took out a T-shirt. He handed it to Regulus, and Regulus held it up to himself. It went down to his knees, but it smelled like James, and he hurriedly put it on. He pulled the super-soft material to his nose and sniffed. It spelt so good. He felt a wave of calm wash over him. He climbed into James’s bed. James followed him and pulled the curtains closed. They settled down, curled up together in the too-small bed and fell asleep. Regulus only woke up once when he realised that his brother was sleeping with another boy just like he was. Damn, copycat.
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#January 17#jegulus#jegulus microfic#jegulus fanfiction#jegulus fic#james potter#regulus black#james fleamont potter#regulus arcturus black#jfp#r.a.b#the marauders era#harry potter#james x regulus#regulus x james#regulus and james#james and regulus#jegulus fluff#dead gay wizards#dead gay wizards from the 70s#starchaser#sunseeker#no james that is the wrong spell#sirius's moans reverberating around the room#regulus's poor ears#regulus loving being in james's t-shirt#sleepy boys#difficulty
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posting my paris pics because i miss it so much i wanna GO BACKK










#did i cry when i walked into the entrance of the louvres at night?#yes#it was so#SO#BEAUTIFUL#i was by myself and the guy in the picture was singing hallelujah so beautifully#and#the sound was reverberating through the entire place#and it was all lit up#wah#i miss it#take me back
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ms. blood red night
#noodle doodle#project moon#library of ruina#lor#elena#elena lor#reverberation ensemble#cw gore#cw blood
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