#safine

[high-on-flowers]

[dragonqueenstormwitch]

to be loved is to be seen

and it’s kaz choosing a ship for inej that he thinks suits her

it’s mal knowing alina loves the blue irises, not the white ones

it’s jesper memorizing wylan’s face and telling genya how to tailor him back

it’s david keeping a list of all the ways genya likes to be complimented

it’s nikolai designing a structure to protect zoya’s garden and promising to always make it summer for her

[fanta30]

Marat Safin

[thoughtsaboutgirls]

Marat Safin

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Reverência, par Marat Safin

[prodigyxspectre]

Though they would say otherwise, Jene Wellow’s choice of fashion was dated even during their father’s time. Quite unlike Earth’s United States, Safine’s North Sunkiran “Frontier Era” was dominated by kitols, shresed’kals, akretuzhes and cvehcicumas clad in garish large-epauletted leather jackets, tight-fitting two-finger-cut gloves, platformed boots and bell-bottomed low-hip denim pants often accompanied by a big, gaudy belt. Sticking to these tragedies of the past just as they stick to their image of themselves as a frontier hero, Jene dresses themself in these antiques and treats their hair like a babe.

At the very least, Jene’s wardrobe’s colors match their identity well enough. They even went as far as to incorporate the colors of Rekton Shal, a god-like kedan they stole power and life from. While their apparel often hides it, the power of Rekton Shal left a visible scar across the entirety of Jene’s torso: it is a neon-orange eyesore resembling a serpent with the head of a fox winding up and over Jene’s left shoulder from their right hip, wrapping down their back and curling around their waist, ending at their belly button. To proudly display their kill, Jene added orange-dyed faux fur to their double-sided black-or-lime jacket’s pauldron, orange trim to the jacket’s zipper line and their black jeans’ pocket edges and hemming, and orange dye to their large black-and-brown mottled mullet.

While Jene Kaliber Wellow certainly has their father’s looks (aside from the brown splotches on their fur) and skills, they luckily took after their mother in wit and wrath. Jene is arrogant and owns it, treating the world like their property. When things don’t go Jene’s way they’re quick to rash decisions, be it mocking people that shouldn’t be mocked or lashing out in anger; but always decisions that result in Jene biting off more than they can chew. Thankfully, Jene has two things they can always count on to get them out of tight spots: The Troubleshooter and the half-akretuzh, half-kitol Roose Zynir, both by virtue of Jene’s father and his legacy.

When Jene isn’t getting themself into trouble, they’re bringing trouble to others as the “leader” and gunslinger of the Brir plor Brud tvol Brours. (literally “Hire for Murder and Pain”) While Roose is the real figure of leadership in the BBB, Jene brought them all together in one way or another, all in ways indicative of Jene’s maverick streak. Roose was forced into joining and eventually leading on account of the blood oath he swore to Trez Wellow. Wanderlust, the cvehcicumi powderkeg, was lured into the group by Jene’s promises of a grand and glorious journey across the world. Halios fan Janfeed, a prodigious kud’kal engineer, joined the BBB after Jene killed her father and offered her a job and shelter. Coda & Reave, a Gle-class folufedri and Oned-class drone respectively, were defeated by Jene and Wanderlust before being reprogrammed by Halios. Suthan Garren-Timir would have been Jene’s assassin, but Jene seduced him into bed with themself and the BBB. Rightly, more than half of the BBB should want Jene dead, but the charm of Jene’s overwhelmingly aggressive nuisance personality has grown on them like a bad fungus. Jene would just chalk it up to the caliber of their natural glamor.

[fedzzzart]

shadow and bone girlies + alina and genya by the end of the trilogy✨

[kolarpem]

Morning Doodle: “The rest of the closet has been converted into my own little workshop, stocked with all the things I need for my kit: bottles of dye, sheets of gold leaf and coils of copper, tins of crushed carmine, and jars of pickled berries. They smell dreadful when opened, but the colors stay pure. There are other bottles too, full of more dangerous things that I’ve buried near the back of the shelf. There’s one in particular that I like to take out when the day has been long. I made it myself and I love the liquid’s warm golden color, its sweet cinnamon smell. Dekora Nevich, I call it. The Ornamental Blade.” (Leigh Bardugo’s “The Tailor”)

[high-on-flowers]

[collageofnudes]

Anastasia Shcheglova (Anastasia Scheglova - Анастасия Щеглова) by Marat Safin

part 1 / 4 (part 2 , part 3 , part 4)

[nudesnoises]

Marat Safin

[thoughtsaboutgirls]

Marat Safin

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Deitado, par Marat Safin

[prodigyxspectre]

One of Lyrin Indoria’s most powerful tools is the infamous “Blue Angel,” a psychoactive, grainy powder that Lyrin utilizes as an intense truth serum and poison. Blue Angel causes its victims to experience intense hallucinations at the mercy of external forces. Those affected by the drug will have their perception of reality altered by light, sound and touch and have temporary anosmia and ageusia. Usually, especially in cases of overdosing, victims will become quadriplegic while riding out their high. Blue Angel’s much later street variations will simply stop here, most will be focused on providing more intense highs and lower risks of temporary quadriplegia: most will have entirely eliminated the anosmia and ageusia.

Lyrin’s Blue Angel prefers to stay with its victim long after their high. Thankfully lost to time, Lyrin Indoria’s Blue Angel formula has a delayed secondary effect: pneumothorax. This property of Lyrin’s Blue Angel is why she is renowned as a biochemist and not just an assassin. There is no time delay, no hand-held trigger, not a chance that evidence will point to a murder at all; there was simply carbon dioxide. Lyrin’s Blue Angel alters brain chemistry in such a way that it leaves an 80-hour signal on the brain of a victim, telling their entire airway to slightly tighten. This prevents carbon dioxide from being filtered out of the body properly.

For the first few hours, an actively moving victim will not suspect a thing. By as long as hour 4, the change will be so gradual that it can easily be written off as exhaustion. Hour 5 or 6 is when the greatest chance to notice the effect occurs, as breathing becomes extremely difficult to the point that the victim’s brain acts as if they are drowning. Around hour 7, delirium will set in and bring shallow breathing and wheezing with it. Hour 8, a victim will begin to have a very full feeling and lethargy and vomiting accompanying it. The final hour, the 9th hour, is around the point where the lung(s) will explode from the pressure of the carbon dioxide build-up. Medical intervention is usually sought-out, but no medical professional on Safine knew about Lyrin’s Blue Angel, leading to dead ends and deader patients.

It is unknown whether Lyrin’s strain of Blue Angel or her time working with it are to thank for how skillfully she can manipulate those unfortunate enough to inhale it. Her memoirs would detail how she would set up small, one-on-one auditoriums to perform interrogations in both senses. Lyrin’s fate after her adventures is a shame, as she would likely have made a fantastic play actress with how eloquent and elegant her performances were for Blue Angel’s victims; though again, this could just be bias on part of her explanations and simply that her original formula was significantly more potent than all others. Its potency is known better than its composition because of how many batches made it to Fpro-Fprohn Tveschtil with her. Privateers and sailors in the region still regularly find vials and pouches of Lyrin’s Blue Angel, often using it as a rare form of torturous execution called the “Vedt Gau soh Prindt Fyb,” or “The Fangs of Your Sins.” It is a rather unpleasant punishment for violent war crimes and high treason involving Lyrin’s Blue Angel, rope, downtempo waltz, pliers, salt and a ship without a figurehead.

[leah-jeffries]

[liveandbreathemusicals]