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obscurushydrae · 10 months ago
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Starter for @infernal-feminae
The Director's Office wasn't as grand as the Study, but it wouldn't be disruptive to meet. Abe had come in late and she didn't want to disrupt him sleeping-- he looked pretty rough and probably would need a few days. Once upon a time, Kar was on the other side of that dark, wooden desk. Either being chided as a child for making a ruckus at some diplomatic event, or later being given orders as an field agent. Now she was Director Aster-- a Dark horse candidate, but someone with a vision that could keep the Bureau alive.
Manning's taste was sparse, he always seemed like a rather Spartan man to the end. Kar's wasn't entirely maximalist, but the shelves were stacked with books of all kinds of topics, literal grimoires, and other reference materials. A couple of photos of her family, some replica artifacts and fossils (and some real ones), degrees framed and on displayed. Behind her was windows displaying the grounds and woods that had filled much of her childhood.
She'd been reading when a knock at the door broke her from her thoughts. Ah, yes, the new agent was starting today. She hoped her siblings haven't started hazing them yet.
"Agent Scott? " She asked, opening the door to reveal the stranger.
The director looked not the usual...director look. Manning liked his suits, father liked his tweed, but Kar was...Kar. Unless she had to talk to a senator, or do a press conference, and sometimes when she was called to do lecture, Kar was an informal person. Tee and jeans sort of person, as clean as possible at least. She was clearly an boots-on-the-ground leader, not a desk jockey. Even when she was working as an archaeologist, she preferred the trenches than the desk.
Casual dress aside, one might consider what made her stood out was her eyes. Green, gecko-like irises set in black sclera. Her usual sunglasses sitting on her desk with the files.
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obscurushydrae · 11 months ago
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"I appreciate it--I'm used to other academics-- we just word vomit to each other as a sign of kinship" She joked. Mostly. It was kind of true. Conferences were basically infodump central for all who attended.
"But yeah, humans have been trading for a long time-- we kind of have guesses but this of course before they started recording things down..."
A laugh, returning to her drink for a moment.
"But I digress. I could ramble about early history for eternity." Literally, in her case.
But before she could continue, her device buzzed in her pocket. Kar pulled it out and looked at the notification with slightly furrowed brows...
Their eyebrows raised up a little bit hearing that it wasn't native to the archipelago.
"Oh.. oh that does make a difference there. So that kind of trade must have been going on for quite a long time, even at that point." Saima admittedly was genuinely fascinated by the concept and would have to do a little more reading,
"I mean.. hey it's your areas of focus, how can I be upset when you're excited about discoveries that are especially promising, or at the very least genuinely intriguing."
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chibigaia-art · 5 months ago
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going through the old nortpheus doodle file to clean up stuff
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ingravinoveritas · 3 months ago
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Press release video of Michael talking about Welsh National Theatre, an endeavor that he is funding and will be part of as artistic director!
This is absolutely incredible news, and it is impossible to not be moved by Michael's passion, his love for the theatre and especially for telling and sharing Welsh stories. Everything about this feels so perfect for him, and is so needed for communities all across Wales.
(Also can't wait to see what the inaugural production will be in which Michael himself is starring in 2026!)
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obscurushydrae · 10 months ago
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"For sure! I'll rummage through next time I'm at HQ." Kar said. Not a big problem for the head honcho. Provided she fill out a few things and make a final vetting for it. A pity they lost the Rockies base, so much was there-- and not just the archives.
"You name the day, and I'll try to clear the calendar, let my ministers know, all that-- just in case some bad faith actors wanna ruin things."
Kar winked, sipping her drink. It was a possibility, albeit, low. But with Kar around maybe, just maybe they'd know better. Then again it wouldn't be the first time she gave someone a good thwack with her torch...
"Well you can't make an offer like that.. some safe but unconventional materials sounds wonderful. I could definitely use some of those kinds of materials." It was definitely hard for Z to resist the appeal of some potentially useful materials for their next project.
Their excitement only grew at the mention of potentially going to Erebus. "Ooooh. To visit Erebus, you really are making things so much better with such an offer." It was clear enough what Kar was getting at and Zora couldn't help but genuinely be thrilled by the prospect.
They might not be a demon but they had been to enough realms and dealt with enough of their own peculiarities that they being no ordinary mortal might worth skirting such guidelines.
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escapismsworld · 3 months ago
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Jane B. for Agnes V. (1988)
Director: Agnès Varda
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obscurushydrae · 4 months ago
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Sitting in my Procreate drafts, my mid attempt of HB!Kar, in her daily wear and in her “laurels” (which is a watered down version of ANOTHER drafted sketch of her Hades-inspired design…)
This was a fun exercise, but I don’t think I’ll be doing commissions or doing it again.
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shalida · 2 years ago
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✨ masterpost for all of my 2021 film journal posters !!! ✨(i re-edited a bunch bc i switched from working traditionally to strictly digital nearly halfway through~) hope you like them!
my letterboxd / inprnt / society6 / ko-fi / instagram / twitter
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obscurushydrae · 8 months ago
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Kar proffered the root beer, while she decided to not have the cel-ray, closing the fridge and opting to rifling through the cabinet for her tea. It probably was for the best given her very long day.
"No trouble at all." Kar assured as she got a kettle on the boil. One guest or a one hundred, this place could be very accommodating. No doubt if the house hadn't, Mrs. Brown was already getting a room for Farryn prepared.
"Stay as long as you need. Or at least until the house chases you out."
Kar was joking. Mostly. The house was patient, but one unsavory person found themselves at one of her parties found themselves supernaturally belched out into a street somewhere in the mortal plane. She never saw them again.
Farryn smiles when Kar agrees to let her give the dog a treat from the glass bowl. Farryn takes one out and offers it to the puppy. The little dog tilts his head to the right and Farryn giggles. They tell the dog "Sit!" And when he sits, they say "Good boy, here you go." They give him the treat, and he eagerly begins to eat it.
"Root Beer sounds good." Farryn says with a bright smile. They enjoy a good soda every now and then. It's fun to have it, and Farryn loves having fun.
"That would be good," Farryn replies when Kar mentions dogsitting for a few days. Farryn probably wouldn't be able to keep the puppy alive indefinitely. But a few days? They could manage that.
"Yeah," Farryn looks at the puppy with an affectionate gaze. They had never had any pets since their fish had died. But that doesn't mean they don't love animals. On the contrary. They love animals far too much to subject any animal to their care long-term. Since taking care of other things is not really their strong suit. Still, they could manage an animal for a few days at a time. When Kar asks if they're crashing as well, Farryn nods. "Yeah, if you don't mind putting up with me for a while." They chuckle. "I want to make sure my little furry friend finds a good home."
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your-favourite-yapper · 22 days ago
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ithink ive red all oef it btu m y chtps rnt finished #misery
wa8t no don't b sad :(
the makeup artist tilts mary’s chin up with two fingers dusts powder over her cheekbones like she’s painting on something that already exists like she’s making art out of something that was already a masterpiece pandora watches from her chair hands gripping the armrests so tight her nails leave little crescent moons in the leather mary doesn’t notice or if she does she doesn’t care she’s laughing at something the director said tilting her head back in that way that makes her look effortless like she was made for the camera like she was born with a spotlight already burning behind her eyes
action the clapperboard snaps shut mary turns to pandora with that expression soft open like something fragile like something secret just between them her fingers brush over pandora’s wrist warm lingering for half a second too long it’s electric it’s scripted it’s nothing but pandora swears she feels it in her ribs like a second heartbeat
cut mary pulls away with a grin shakes out her hair like she’s shaking off the scene already moving on already gone pandora is still standing there still caught in the moment like an insect in amber her pulse in her throat the taste of something bittersweet behind her teeth she swallows it down watches mary walk away watches her hug the cameraman watches her lean against the wall scrolling through her phone like she didn’t just look at pandora like that like she didn’t just whisper words that weren’t hers but felt too real anyway
later in the dressing room mary’s laughing again phone pressed to her ear voice warm sweet like she’s talking to someone she loves pandora watches her through the mirror feels something ugly curl up in her stomach something desperate something hungry
it was just a scene just a job just another love story told in thirty takes but pandora’s still holding onto the line still waiting for someone to yell cut
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theoscarsproject · 7 months ago
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Henry V (1989). In the midst of the Hundred Years War, the young King Henry V of England embarks on the conquest of France in 1415.
Kenneth Branagh has truly been collecting Shakespeare roles like infinity stones for more than 30 years. 7/10.
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pedroam-bang · 10 days ago
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Ballerina (2025)
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obscurushydrae · 11 months ago
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Starter for @mxthbladed
Kar flipped through the dossier. Agata Espina, one of those true American success stories. Immigrant family, stepped away from a hard life and worked hard to become a historian. Kar could find a little kinship on that. Excellent marks in the proficiency test to boot.
The Bureau was hurting for agents; so many of her colleagues died or retired after everything-- but she couldn't blame them. Agent Espina would be some much needed new blood for a new Bureau.
Ashley's Head poke through the door of the study, letting Kar know the new agent had arrived.
"Come on in!" her voice was warm and welcoming.
Kar decided to greet her in the study. just like her Father had when he was alive. The study itself had been her father's, and now it was hers. The lamps have a warm glow, even with the fireplace wasn't lit. The walls were floor to ceiling full of books and curios-- with a whole other second level above. Aged photos from many decades, with different people, some familiar, some not. A large aquarium took one of the other walls--currently empty. A record player sat nearby some upholstered chairs.
"I'm Director Aster," she greeted, offering her hand to shake." Agata, right?"
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nouvellecine · 1 year ago
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Agnès Varda
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obscurushydrae · 7 months ago
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“Yep!” She admitted, with no sense of remorse. “Hellboy, other agents, a lobbyist, and few politicians..."
Kar ticked each off to a finger, not a full actual count. Definitely more than four incidents to her memory. Anyone in the Bureau in the early, mid 90s was fair game.
"Then I hit puberty and started drilling them on their policies." She added. "I think they preferred the biting..."
Conquest nodded along, Deciding not to mention that he had no idea what she was talking about. Some human group presumably? He was a few centuries out of date on earth history. Probably something he should brush up on.
"Yeah..." He knew she was right, and fucking up was at least something he had plenty of experience with. That didn't make it much easier to hear.
At her last comment he glanced up at her, his pensive expression replaced by a quizzical one. "Is biting people something you used to do?"
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polarf0x · 1 year ago
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I read my favorite Greek myths in my spare time and found inspiration. Attention! It's just AU based on the "Orfeo's Game" skin series!
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