#vainer

[sleepwalk-station]

sprites for animations that im. very heavily procrastinating on

[sitting-on-me-bum]

A dingo (Canis lupus dingo).

Image credit: Dusan Vainer/shutterstock

[redwolf]

André Vainer Arquitetos designed House on Baleia Beach in Praia Da Baleia, Brazil -- via ArchDaily

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[logync]

"Esta obra musical fue concebida inicialmente en un formato de “doble estéreo”. El concepto del “estéreo” (un formato de reproducción sonora con casi un siglo de antigüedad y aún con vigencia) siempre me ha provocado interés como tema en la composición. Este formato había aparecido como tema cuando compuse la obra “Estéreo” (del álbum “Pendiende”, 1999) donde los canales del estéreo son usados más como fuentes que como plano de imagen sonora. En el caso de “Faro” que había comenzado a interpretarla en vivo sus primeras versiones durante el año 2011 , su montaje consistía en un sistema estéreo por delante del intérprete y el público y otro sistema estéreo por detrás ellos. Entre estos estéreos se disputaban dos universos sonoros: uno más tonal y reposado, y otro pleno de distorsión. Convoqué a la artista visual Mariela Bond para trabajar en esta versión audiovisual de “Faro” para el ciclo Luminiscencias, sin recordar que ella había sido partícipe de la primera interpretación en vivo de esta obra. Al comenzar la conversación, recordaba perfectamente la obra. Para esa ocasión (en el festival Panorámica - Fundación Telefónica) las imágenes eran trabajadas sobre una pantalla apaisada de gran tamaño."

Diego Vainer

Fantasías Animadas (Diego Vainer) + Mariela Bond, "Faro" - Ciclo Luminiscencias

[malkagetsfat]

No one warned me how much vainer I'd get about my own body when I started taking gaining seriously. I'm ridiculously turned on just playing with my belly now. Direly need so much more softness

[avaredava]

JJK men's dick sizes ♡

MDNI

Master Lists

Gojo:

Solid 7.5 inches. He's more on the slimmer side with a slight curve with a pinkish tip with some faint veins. Trimmed but some on his base and yes the curtains match the drapes. Over all very pale and pretty. It could hit deep good spots and sometimes makes tummy bulges depending on the position and he squeals when that happens. His dick is VERY sensitive. He has a baby pink tip, #f78686.

Overall 9/10 dick

Geto:

He's on the shorter but thicker side, much vainer. Solid 6.0 inches but VERY girthy. He hit's sweet spots you didn't know existed. His pubes are very bushy he trims it once and a while but his blacky bush is still pretty. He has more prominent veins then Gojo too. He isn't too sensitive but sometimes if you brush by the right area he yelps. He's more tanned than pale and his tip colour is on the darker side but still pretty, #d93030.

10/10 dick yummy

Toji:

This man IS THICK AND LONG. 9.0 inches No trimming and he likes the bush and has a sexy ass happy trail and bulging veins when hard, that you can feel pulsing inside of you. Instant orgasm material. His tip is quite sensitive considering how much it leaks when he is hard and how red it gets. His tip is a darker red, #8f0e0e.

12/10 god spoken cock istg

Choso:

Slimmer but long he can hit deeper spots but isn't as girthy. But he does have the prettiest dick besides Gojo. 7.0 inches. He isn't too vainy but he definitely has some every here and there. He keeps it trimmed with only some short hairs and they are more brown. He has a slight happy trail and his WHOLE dick is sensitive and twitchy. He has a VERY pink tip, #de64a1.

10/10 very pretty and nice 😚

[punkpandapatrixk]

🧜🏻‍♀️What’s Your Signature Style? ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

I promise you that you can be “THE” SLAYEST when you rock a style that is your own. A style—or styles—that is your own is one that reflects outwardly the core essence of your Soul Expression.

If you know yourself, and acknowledge your unique Light, there is not a trend or fad in this mortal realm that could ever shake your confidence in what you’re already doing!

Remember, trend-makers are never individuals known to follow trends to begin with! Are you a satisfied with yourself for being a trend-follower? Gosh, that's such loser NPC behaviour. I know you're so much more than that, you su-su-su-Superbeing❣️❣️

SONG: Supernova by aespa

MOVIE: 千年女優; Sennen Joyuu (Millennium Actress) (2001)

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Pile 1 – Bitch Barbie

VIBE: Jackie (2016)

core spiritual essence – Knight of Wands Rx

YOLO, Spiritual Gangsta! You’re a badass bitch who’s actually a lot nastier and vainer than outer appearances may give LMAO You’re such a drama queen, too. You wake up in the morning and ready to stir up some shit. You’re naughty. You’re playful. You’re creative and a bit of a prankster to the detriment of some of your closest friends. And if you have an enemy, you’re the type that’d pour gasoline on their motorbike and let them catch fire on their own!

You really like colourful stuff. Since you were a kid, you’ve always been interested in cute or weird shapes and bling knickknacks. Colours and shapes are integral to your fashion expression as a means to let your passion through. From another angle, this is also how you show people not to take you lightly. You’re attracted to weird or bold shapes and vibrant colours because they also send word to the outer world that you’re not one to mess with.

You LOVE being seen as a weirdo. It benefits you to be seen as a BITCH, too. This is a form of self-preservation AND protection. You want to weed off boring people who are only there to feed off your precious spiritual creative aenergy! You’re the school’s boss bitch who says, ‘You can’t sit with us,’ to practically everybody because you value only strong and weird, high-quality bitches who are just like you. Deep at your core, you keep to your tribe and will protect them with your Life <3

people’s first impression – XIV Temperance

You’re an enigmatic character who’s admired and feared at the same time. Because you have such a strong presence, unbeatable charisma, people can’t help but be attracted to your aenergy. And for the most part, you’re really somebody who has a pleasant smile and good manners. People’s first projection of you might be along the lines of being a good gal LMAO You seem at first glace a temperate person who adheres to social protocols. I mean, that’s only because you’re chill~

But try and get on your bad side? The psychopath takes over. You’re very serious when working towards your goals and you don’t like it when people bother you with unwarranted criticisms or unsolicited advice. You like figuring things out yourself unless you ask for other people’s opinions. When people see this side of you, then they understand you’re not all that friendly or welcoming and that they’ve been blinded by their own expectations.

From afar, people can tell you’re meant for great things in this Life. Since you’re quite unapproachable to many, they may never say this to you but they gossip amongst themselves and speculate about what such a unique person like you could achieve in this world. They shudder when thinking about all your potentials! How can such a smart badass even be real?? It feels so unfair…

fatal attraction! – Ace of Pentacles

You’re the type that should never buy fake designer items. Buying cheap-ass things that are your style is one thing, but buying fake luxury items? NAH, NO. Your Venus will cry. Check out what your Venus sign says about your values as a person and try to match your fashion style with that. For the majority of you tuning into this Pile, being bold in all the ways that suit you is the way to go. Price is not necessarily key here, it’s boldness that plays into your self-expression.

You’re the kind of person who can wear colours and accessories that usually will make other people look like clowns XD People wonder what enables you to pull off those strange colours, shapes or combinations, not knowing it’s your CONFIDENCE in yourself being able to pull them off that makes them work. It’s the RIZZ, baby~ No matter what you look like, no matter your size and skin colour, you have the power to make WHATEVER you wear on you look like something they show on the runway.

I betcha you get a lot of requests to model for your photographer friends? XD Some of you reading this have even modelled casually before. And some of you are meant to be scouted into the modelling or fashion industry in general! If not to that degree, you’re still the kind of person who could make occasional appearances on fashion magz or insta or have your face be a poster for something quite creative. You should charge good prices for your contribution to people being able to sell their shit! v$o$v

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻💙

vanity – Silver Geographer (Francis Drake)

sassy – Priestess of Integrity

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Pile 2 – Brooding Maniac

VIBE: The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo (2011)

core spiritual essence – 4 of Cups

You one spooky bitch XD But truly, your Soul is full of colours if only people could see it! It’s just that these are colours most people won’t understand or even approve of. You possess the ability to feel and process immensely complex emotions as well as thoughts. It’s more like you think in feelings even if you identify as someone very logical. Your emotions often get heavy if you don’t learn to control them. And…you’ve really taken it to quite an extreme how well you can control or suppress your emotions now.

Some of you reading this probably have strong Earth placements, especially Capricorn, but could also have some Scorpio and Aquarius influences. The way you feel your emotions is quiet and almost…jaded. I think your Soul gets easily tired by Humans for their lack of intelligence but also for their lack of appreciation for different varieties of Beauty. You think most people are narrow-minded; just thinking about it is super exhausting.

That’s why you don’t easily show your colours to everybody. People’s disapproval of the depths of your emotions could kill your spirit on a daily basis. You’d rather not deal with that, so then you chose to sport a lot of black in your outer appearance. You could also be the type that chooses solid or ‘dull’ colours like grey or white, essentially to just…not tell people anything. The only other way you actually show your emotions, in a subtle way, is through some colours that could be found in your accessories and…HAIR <3

At least some of you dream of having colourful hair if only your society or workplace would allow that XD

people’s first impression – 8 of Cups

Instantaneously, people get this impression that you’re elusive as fuck. Like, you’re not exactly unapproachable—no, no—it’s more like, even if people try to talk to you, they already think you’re the type that won’t respond too well. You seem like you don’t talk much if at all, and people get this feeling that you’re uncomfortable with being talked to. Kinda feels like, you’re ready to flee the scene the moment someone comes up to talk to you BUHAHAH Most likely because you give off this nervous/awkward energy in social situations XD

As for your fashion, you dress so uniquely, out-there-ly, alien-ly, and people simply can’t catch up. They know they won’t be able to copy you, at least not properly. You possess a strong and unique aura that shines through your fashion sensibility and you don’t even try that hard if you’re being honest. And yet, anybody who tries to emulate or copy you will 100% look like a cheap knock-off of whatever style you’re rocking.

There is something about you that screams ORIGINAL. And yet, this is mostly caused by your lack of interest in other people’s business. You have this cold, detached aura that makes you stand out in a crowd exactly because you don’t give a fuck. At first glance, people think it’s your fashion—your clothes and accessories, your hair or nails that make you look ORIGINAL. Maybe even you think that. But no, it’s your brooding AURA that says so. You’re a maniac who ain’t interested in mingling, that’s why~

fatal attraction! – Queen of Wands

You’re a divisive character who’s either despised or admired, to an extreme. There’s no in between. Seems, indeed, like some Scorpio/8th House aenergy or some harsh Plutonian aspects XD To varying extents, and depending on your mood on a given day, people’s extreme reception of you could be mentally draining. The way I see it, you yourself don’t even understand why people are damn drawn to you. You kinda wish people would leave you alone. At least the ones you don’t care about.

But…you definitely are incredibly pretty. You have a very attractive face, you know that? And then there’s your fashion sense that tells the right kind of people that you truly are a creative/artistic person who has many stories to tell because you feel very deeply. And yet, you don’t talk to people at all and that’s mystifying. Meanwhile, the haters are also attracted to your aenergy because something about your originality is a direct insult to their lack of AUTHENTICITY ho ho ho~

You give people a reason to connect and unite in their petty hatred and that’s very refreshing for those types of people to talk about LMAO Ain’t you a hero, my dear? Anyway, this may sound so random but I’m getting that you might wanna hang out at some art gallery or library? You could meet someone or see an ad/announcement for an event that could change your Life for the better! Your brooding style could get you some unique opportunities that could potentially make you very happy <3

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻🧡

vanity – Silver Alchemist (Ramon Llull)

sassy – Priestess of Inspiration

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Pile 3 – Plutonian Siren

VIBE: Flesh and the Devil (1926)

core spiritual essence – 8 of Pentacles

Daym, you’re a total hustler babe, aren’t ya? For one, at the core of your being you know that you were born into this world with a strong purpose. When you were a kid, you probably didn’t have the words to describe this knowing but it was clear to you that you weren’t supposed to fit in or be ‘normal’, whatever ‘normal’ meant within your norm XD You’ve always been the kinda person who deviated from your mainstream society. You couldn’t help it; you just had to be an anomaly.

Truth be told, you’ve a strong Sirenian spirit (if that’s even a word). You’re like a combination of a bitch barbie and a brooding maniac. You’ve a strong dark Plutonian and chaotic Neptunian aenergy about you and this is SCARY to a lot of people. If you grew up in a toxic household, I betcha an adult in your ‘family’ despised you for just being you. Could be a mean uncle or auntie as well if you had a good relationship with your own parents ;P

Did you know that in some literature Sirens were actually not mermaids? They’re more akin to evil harpies? XXD You’re an evil harpy at your worst and a singing mermaid at your best. I tell you people shouldn’t mess witcha. The karma will be heavy on them because you essentially come from a strong lineage of powerful witches! <3

people’s first impression – 9 of Cups

Wherever you are in the world, when you walk, you’re like a dream come true. You possess a natural charm that transcends race, culture, localised standards or whatever. In every situation and all nations you are beautiful, magnetising and charming. Your sheer existence makes people daydream. I’m sure you’ve heard this a lot, ‘You smell really nice.’ ‘Y/N always smells nice.’ ‘When you’re around it always smells nice.’

You’re so fucking unreal for this mortal world. Due to your Neptunian aenergy—could also be strong/significant 12th House placements—people project on you without a care for your feelings. Or should we say, they project on you without a care for their own safety? When somebody crosses the line, you snap like a sea dragon and they’re done, forever LMAO

As much as people are intrigued by you they are afraid of you. There is this depth to you that makes people suspect that once they’re in they’re never gonna be able to crawl out of your aenergy field. You’re kinda like Tomie now that I think about it. So the ones who are able to sense this swirling darkness in you will try to steer away from your charm~ Good for them because most of the time, you don’t even like it when people are up in your ass non-stop XD

fatal attraction! – 5 of Pentacles Rx

Of all the Piles, your natural charm is definitely chaotic. It’s almost demonic! Yours is a fatal attraction for sure because you will cause insanity in the minds of whoever tries to get a taste of your aenergy. And you’re out here chillin’, completely clueless as to what’s going on with the idiots around you. Why’s everybody simping? I ain’t even do nothing.

For whatever personal reasons, most people have this fantasy about you saving them from whatever boring Life they’re living. Some really sick minds could expect—even demand—you to be their stupid little Pixie Dream Girl when in reality you’re the FURTHEST thing from that. People could get SO dangerously unreasonable when it comes to desiring you.

I’ve got to say that you’d better protect yourself good, girl. Do everything in your power to steer away from bitter and jealous aenergy, because the people under your involuntary spell might indeed endeavour to cause you harm. Beware of men who could assault you and women who would trick and tarnish your reputation. I’m reminded of this quote by Claude Debussy:

‘People don’t very much like things that are beautiful… they are so far from their nasty little minds.’

For being such an unrealistically beautiful creature with an aura of mysticism, lots of people are attracted to your magnificence because they want to make it their own or destroy it, not because they appreciate your existence. Be selective with who you allow to get to know you~ <3

A MILLION DOLLAR STYLE~🔻💚

vanity – Green Astrologer (Robert Fludd)

sassy – Priestess of Love

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Sacrifice

Luke Castellan x female!reader

Percy Jackson & female!reader

Description: Set after Titan's Curse before BoL, you rendezvous to meet Percy before heading back to Luke and he contemplates the intensity of your love and sacrifice.

A/N: I read the books like 7 years ago so I'm not super duper canon compliant

Percy notices the grey in your hair first and a phantom pain rushes through him. It's more discolouration than either he, Annabeth or Luke has and it's striking.

It aged you so much and he wonders how long did you hold up the sky? Why did you hold up the sky?

But your fatal flaw had been self-sacrifice. You'd given yourself up before anything, before Luke would be forced to take Atlas' place.

And the sky lay on your shoulders for days before Luke realised that the plan was going slower than expected and he needed to give you some respite.

That's why he thought of Annabeth, that's why he took on the sky as a trap. And the only reason you didn't push her out of the way and take the burden was because you spent much of those days unconscious, drained.

Percy thought he should hate you.

But his own flaw was loyalty and for so long you were running interference, a buffer, to slow down Kronos' ambitions. And you were too devoted to Luke to leave him behind just yet.

Anyway, your decision to play double agent was riskier still and here you were. Sacrificing. Again. The other side could find out, and the consequences would be gory and painful but you came to meet Percy, to prepare him.

And all he could look at was how grey your hair was.

A vainer person would've coloured their hair.

Your eyes are tired, entire body tense as if preparing for sudden attack. But you smile bravely at him, and Percy gets whiplash with how weirdly similar you resemble his mother back when she was alone and suffering bravely for him.

"You don't have to go back, you know," He suggests.

It's a bad idea and you both know it. But

"We could keep you safe."

"You've gotten quite the growth spurt recently," you say instead, "thank you Percy, but I'm meant to be at his side in battle. I promised him that much."

Is it worth it though? He thinks bitterly.

You love him so much, it's going to kill you.

But Percy has yet to realise that you're counting on that. That you will die at his hand, and Luke who'd burn the world and destroy all souls for you might finally see the destructive nature of his ways– see clarity through grief.

It's horrible plan.

Or maybe he does realise it but hasn't truly understood.

Regardless, he moves forward and pulls you into a hug. His first sister, his crazy friend and foe. Gods, he's as tall as you now.

Your hand brushes the grey locks on his head and you slowly back away.

"See you around Percy. Take care."

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[sleepwalk-station]

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[lina-vas-dom]

А мне бы промолчать – я не могу, В глаза всю правду и притом всё сразу, А мне бы не спешить, а я бегу Туда, куда подсказывает разум… А мне не болеть за всех душой, Не лезть туда, куда меня не просят, А мне бы наслаждаться тишиной, Но темперамент коррективы вносит.. А мне бы полюбить саму себя, В погрешностях своих притом не рыться, А мне бы знать, что всех любить нельзя… Но видит Бог – мне сложно измениться… /Циля Вайнер

But I should keep silent – ​​I can’t, The whole truth in the eyes and all at once, But I shouldn’t hurry, but I run Where the mind tells me… And I shouldn’t be worried about everyone with my soul, Not to climb where I’m not asked, But I should enjoy the silence, But temperament makes adjustments.. And I should love myself, And not delve into my mistakes, And I should know that you can’t love everyone… But God sees – it’s hard for me to change… /Tsilya Vainer

[rottenpumpkin13]

How long does it take Sephiroth to get ready?

(I have a feeling Angeal was annoyed Genesis takes over an hour, but his perception of time changed after he had to wait for 2 hours for Sephiroth to be satisfied with his hair)

It depends on the occasion, but let it be known that Sephiroth is vainer than people give him credit for. Getting ready for a mission? Two minutes at most—he's been trained to prep quickly.

Getting ready for a mundane office workday? Twenty minutes, seven of which are spent sitting in bed contemplating feigning illness before realizing he'd have to deal with Hojo.

Getting ready to go out with friends? A full day of prep, during which he has to monitor the weather, pick out an outfit, and try them on multiple times to ensure it's comfortable and not sensory hell but still looks fine. Washing his hair takes nearly two hours, even if it dries quickly. He has to sit in his bathroom and mentally prepare himself for human interaction. He's quit going out twice, but his room looks like a disaster zone after trying on 10000 outfits, so he has to clean up because the idea of returning to a mess kills him inside. Genesis must approve the outfit, or he'll complain all night. Sephiroth also reviews the map of where they're going, studies the route, and checks if there will be too many people.

Between Genesis color-coding his outfit according to which Loveless page resonates with him that day and Sephiroth compulsively brushing his hair for the thirteenth time in an hour, Angeal would honestly rather just stay home and play board games.

[valkyrielevitt]

Porphyria's Lover

Tom Riddle x Reader

Summary: The simple act of killing is no longer sufficient for Tom to form a horcrux. As he attempts to sever his soul for the sixth time, he comes across a frustrating limitation.

Inspired by Robert Browning's poem of the same name.

Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat. Tom is obsessed (and sort of in love) and bad!! He is bad in this!!! He murders the reader!!

The rain set early in tonight,

      The sullen wind was soon awake,

   It tore the elm-tops down for spite,

      and did its worst to vex the lake:

      I listened with heart fit to break.

From the armchair across the room Tom watched the glow of the fireplace with a faraway gaze. The flame had withered away to something small and pathetic, beckoning the shadows of the room to spill out from their corners.

In his hand his wand lay cool and docile, the slender point of it pressing a divot into the tip of his finger. The surface of it was speckled like bleached bone, chalky white like quicklime. 

   When glided in Porphyria; straight

      She shut the cold out and the storm,

   And kneeled and made the cheerless grate

      Blaze up, and all the cottage warm;

Snapped from his reverie by the sound of the old house door swinging open and shut again, Tom waited quietly as the sound of hurried feet grew closer. They came to a stop outside the dusty parlour room, and as the door swung open, the familiar cause was revealed to him.

His favourite. 

Soaked through to the skin and with cheeks whipped raw from the wind outside she looked an endearingly pitiful scene. It didn’t irritate Tom in the slightest. He had always been more lenient with her. More forgiving. 

A sigh of relief left her cold lips and silently she moved towards the hearth, kneeling beside the ashy grate to stoke the flames to a more triumphant height. The room must have been so cold, he thought, though he couldn’t feel a difference when the fire blazed once more. In fairness, he never felt much of anything these days. 

Standing again she began to remove her waterlogged coat, her gloves, her hat. Her white shirt was wet in places, and through a little translucent patch on her sleeve he could see the pulsing dark mark on the surface of her skin. It was practically carved into her flesh,a product of his crude administration. He had forced her to forgive him. It had been his very first attempt, he reasoned. 

      And, last, she sat down by my side

      And called me. When no voice replied,

   She put my arm about her waist,

      And made her smooth white shoulder bare,

   And all her yellow hair displaced,

       And, stooping, made my cheek lie there,

       And spread, o’er all, her yellow hair,

‘Tom’ , his favourite’s voice cut through the quiet, but he acknowledged her only by meeting her gaze. It was rare for him to hear that name; he could only stand hearing it from her mouth, in her voice. It was the only way to make it sound palatable to him. 

At his silence she moves towards him, settling herself on his lap as she so often does when they’re alone. Faintly he acknowledges how the dampness of her clothes transfers to his as she presses tight against him, her fingers run across the front of his robes.

His first companion. His favourite.

Her fingers come up to open the buttons of her blouse, revealing an inch of chilled flesh with each unfastening. With one last tug of fabric, she reveals to him the serpentine locket pressing cold against her sternum. It is her most precious task to keep, and she had sworn to him that she would never take it off so long as she lived. He used to find himself jealous of that severed piece of his soul, mood soured by the knowledge it would always rest against her body no matter where she went.

   Murmuring how she loved me—she

      Too weak, for all her heart’s endeavor,

   To set its struggling passion free

      From pride, and vainer ties dissever,

      And give herself to me forever.

His fingers came to rest against her collar, smoothing over the chain of the locket, and hers went to brush a stray curl from his forehead. 

‘You’ve gone so pale, Tom’ she says quietly, but he knows that’s not all that’s changed. Her finger moves to brush over his brow, to trace the socket of one of his eyes. It’s hard for her to say for certain in the dim firelight, but she could almost swear that the brown of his iris had bled into a deep shade of red. 

   But passion sometimes would prevail,

      Nor could tonight’s gay feast restrain

   A sudden thought of one so pale

      For love of her, and all in vain:

      So, she was come through wind and rain.

   Be sure I looked up at her eyes

      Happy and proud; at last I knew

   Porphyria worshiped me: surprise

      Made my heart swell, and still it grew

      While I debated what to do.

He had noticed the changes himself, a product, he assumed, of his recent ventures into fracturing his soul. He knew that many thought his actions excessive, that one or two horcruxes should surely have been enough, but if she thought the same she never dared to mention it. 

The physical changes had been the first indication that he was pushing the limits of magic just a little bit further than the human body could suffer. With each severance of his soul it felt as if he was pushing against some great, impenetrable barrier, and as each horcrux was made, that barrier would give, just a little. 

But lately it had become harder. The push required greater effort. Sometimes the simple act of killing just wasn’t enough.

At first any murder had been sufficient to fragment his soul. The method and the victim carried very little significance in the success of the procedure, but now, as Tom prepared to sever his soul for the sixth time, he was met with resistance. He had tried three times already, killing two muggles and a half-blood but with little success. It had brought him to one conclusion: The simple act of killing just wasn’t enough, and for Tom, murder had become just that - a simple affair. 

His favourite leans forward. Cold lips meet, and her body goes pliant. 

   That moment she was mine, mine, fair,

      Perfectly pure and good: 

Tom knew what needed to be done. He kissed her again one last time, before pulling back, keeping her at arm’s length to admire her. To commit her to memory.

I found

   A thing to do, and all her hair

      In one long yellow string I wound

      Three times her little throat around,

   And strangled her.

She hardly moved as he wound her wet hair around her neck, and in her eyes he detected only a momentary lapse in her loyalty. 

How strange he thought, as he began to pull that devotion which had drawn him to her was the very thing that would get her killed.

As her twisted hair tightened like rope, she surged into motion. Her frostbitten fingers clawed at whatever they could reach: her neck, his hands, his face. She pushed his head weakly, as though suddenly, after all these years, she could not stand to look at him anymore. He couldn’t blame her, and as one final act of mercy he tugged her against him, slotting her face into the crook of his neck as he gave one last fierce tug of her hair.

 No pain felt she;

      I am quite sure she felt no pain.

Her body stills in his arms, and goes heavy. Inanimate. Soulless. Her leg slips from where it was kneeling astride him, the toe of her leather shoe hitting the floor with a dull thud. The noise is hollow, and she feels the same in his embrace. It is over.

   As a shut bud that holds a bee,

      I warily oped her lids: again

      Laughed the blue eyes without a stain.

   And I untightened next the tress

      About her neck; her cheek once more

   Blushed bright beneath my burning kiss:

He kisses her cheek. It’s salty with the ghost of her final tears of resistance. Of heartbreak, perhaps, and he tries not to look too closely at the broken blood vessels bleeding blue across her face. 

Instead he takes her hair, combs it loose with his fingers and arranges it across her cheek. 

      I propped her head up as before

      Only, this time my shoulder bore

   Her head, which droops upon it still:

      The smiling rosy little head,

   So glad it has its utmost will,

      That all it scorned at once is fled,

      And I, its love, am gained instead!

Something foreign settles in Tom’s chest. An ache that causes him to pull the lifeless body closer against his side, that makes him pet her hair with shaking fingers. Traitorous fingers. 

He diagnoses the feeling as disgust. What sort of a death had he given her? For all her companionship and dedication, he had filthied her with this, a primitive muggle act of violence. He had granted his muggle victims the mercy of a more sophisticated death than this. It made his eyes burn and his throat constrict.

He had thought himself better than this. He knew her to be better than this.

   Porphyria’s love: she guessed not how

      Her darling one wish would be heard.

   And thus we sit together now,

      And all night long we have not stirred,

      And yet God has not said a word!

And once again Tom felt that barrier shift.

[staretes]

partner.

synopsis: navia has a little chat about endearments with her baker lover. w/c: 373 words tags: navia x baker! reader a/n: hehe for mama ying's @i23kazu ebg event, so glad to have gotten navia

"(name)! your favourite customer has arrived!" a shout from the door accompanied by the ringing of windchimes is heard, and you look up just in time to see navia stroll into your bakery, just in time for your break. your eyes light up, and you signal for one of your employees to take over before meeting her at the corner of the counter. 

"favourite? i don't know about favourite…" you tease, and navia, giggling, plays along and fakes a gasp,

"of course i'm your favourite! who else could it be!" 

"hm, there's this one wonderfully pretty lady named navia…" you hum, pretending to swoon, and you see her laugh out of the corner of your eye "so bright and beautiful, like the sun… i should ask her out sometime, don't you think?" 

  "hey! i am navia!" she giggles, "and we are dating!" 

"oh i see! then what would my lover want to eat for tea on this fine afternoon?" you smile.

"macarons!" navia immediately exclaims, and you chuckle.

"knew it." you head to the back of kitchen to grab the box of macarons you packed that morning. everyday, you fill a box with her favourite flavours to give to her. you join her at a table, and pass her the box. like always, her face lights up when she sees the rainbows of macarons you prepared. "here you go, demoiselle!"

"ah, you call every young lady 'demoiselle'" navia pouts teasingly, "shouldn't you call me something special?"

"you're right, i should…" you ponder, "what do you want me to call you then?"

"some people call me 'boss', others 'demoiselle', but none of that does anything for me." navia admits, breaking apart a bright yellow macaron and handing half to you. you take it, grinning.

"what should i call you then, ma chérie?" you tease, and she giggles shyly, and beckons you to come closer. you lean in, and she whispers,

"my favourite thing to be called is 'partner' - but only by you, of course. so, just know that my vainer side would be over the moon if you could indulge me a little more often." 

you smile to yourself, and wipe the crumbs off her lips with your thumb. "of course i will, partner."

[lottiesnotebook]

hihiiiiiiii! thedas weekend time! for cara/davrin, i'm of two song minds: one, hear me out, "world is mine" the miku song, and two, "kiss me" by sixpence none the richer, if either of those strike your fancy!

I love that you understood the vibes for these two IMMEDIATELY, and the Miku song was a) new to me, and b) inspired a little AU in which Anders is the First Warden, and Cara is... trouble. Hope you enjoy it! :3

Davrin/Cara Hawke-Laidir, First Warden!Anders, meet cute

@raptortier | @thedasweekend

maybe it’s you i should be looking out for

“It’s not a difficult posting,” Evka assured Davrin, as Weisshaupt came into view, and stole the breath from his lungs. Growing up in Arlathan, he’d been accustomed to seeing the ruins of palaces that could put most modern forts or castles to shame, but Weisshaupt, with the weight of the mountain behind every pointed spire, was a different thing altogether. It emerged from the rock almost as if it had been grown from it, granite reshaped like clay into tall towers and great, roofed halls, rather than cut and built by mortal hands, even the hands of the Wardens.

“It is an honour usually given to the more senior Wardens who wish to walk the halls before their Calling,” Antoine added, with his characteristic enthusiasm.

“Ah, so more of an Old Wardens’ Sunshine Retirement Sanctuary?” he joked, attempting to look at least a little less ignorant. It wasn’t like he was fresh out of the forests — he’d been a Warden five years, and had put down enough darkspawn to have earned this posting on his own merits.

Evka snorted at the joke. “Just don’t let the First Warden hear you say that. He’d never admit it, but he’s vainer than a cat about his looks.”

“Right,” Davrin said, “don’t piss off the higher-ups, do the job you’re given, keep the darkspawn down. Any other rules I should remember for this posting?”

From ahead of them, Sigrun called over her shoulder: “Did you warn him about Her?”

“Her?” That piqued his interest, even as Evka winced. “Is there a high dragon up here? Some rare kind of female darkspawn on the loose?”

“You could say that,” Sigrun sniggered, though Antoine, with classically Orlesian chivalry, looked lightly offended on ‘her’ behalf:

“She is hardly a darkspawn, mon ami. She is simply a- mon coeur, how would you describe her?” He looked helplessly to his wife.

“An incorrigible flirt?” Evka offered, and a picture finally began to take shape. “Seriously, Davrin, you should have nothing to worry about, as long as you stay away from the First Warden’s daughter.”

“Ah. I’ve run into a few protective fathers in my time, though I don’t think any of them were Wardens before.”

Sigrun snorted. “Sure, he’s protective, of his recruits. She’s broken more hearts than I can count since they were posted here, and the fighting-”

“I think I get the picture.” It probably should have made him nervous, but it made a certain kind of sense. A pretty girl in a castle full of Wardens, surrounded by people with responsibilities she lacked and dangers she was likely forbidden to seek out… it was the most natural thing in the world she’d hunt Wardens instead of darkspawn. That did not mean he planned on becoming her prey. “First rule on any job, right? Don’t fall in love, especially not with the boss’s daughter.”

“A thing far easier said than accomplished,” Antoine said, gazing at Evka with adoration plain on his face.

“I think I’ll manage.” He was a Warden, after all. He’d already made his vows to the Blight, and however pretty the First Warden’s daughter was, she likely wasn’t worth the trouble she’d cause. “She’s one girl. How irresistible could she be?”

Of course, his words were sorely tested almost the moment they stepped through the gates into the bustling courtyard. There were shouts from every corner, crates of supplies and weapons being unloaded and distributed to their corners, but as a rare ray of winter sun split the clouds, he found his eyes drawn up to the spires that rose above them, and to a woman, looking down at the chaos with the amusement of someone who was in no way responsible for ordering anything. Her mischievous smile revealed a gap between her front teeth, and her long, dark hair was bound up in plaits that fell pass the sill and hung against the stone like trailing strands of ivy.

He was caught, for a moment, by the vision of her — like a figure from some ancient story — a princess in a tower, or a sorceress weaving some enchantment to lure a knight to her side. His fingers itched to find the lines of her face in a plane of wood: the strong curve of her nose, the perfect oval of her cheeks and jaw, and, of course, that wicked, impossible grin. It was a strange feeling, only a little familiar, and it took him a few moments to place it: the wonder he’d felt as a boy, the first time he’d been old enough to stay up and watch the fireflies creep from the grass to dance around the aravels. The desire to capture them between his fingers and keep their light for himself, like a treasure or a prize.

Behind him, Evka coughed: “What did you say about the first rule of any job again?”

“Right,” he said, and reluctantly looked away. He was not quite quick enough to avoid the moment her eyes locked with his, and he was almost certain that she winked.

You’re going to be trouble, he thought, but it was already too late — the thrill of the chase was upon him, though this time, he wasn’t sure if he was the hunter, or the hunted.

[malkagetsfat]

Would you ever post anything nsfw anywhere?

Honestly the more I gain weight and the more I'm into myself the more likely that gets. Putting on weight is making me way vainer and making me want to show off all the time, and I'm only just getting started. So I guess if you want to see me setting up somewhere to post NSFW, help me hit 300 lbs as soon as possible