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Indefinite Hiatus

yeahhh im depressed, i feel like nobody likes me ever either and that im just an annoying and overbearing person to be around :’) 

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KISS ME MORE (2021) dir. Warren Fu

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Karen Mulder for Christian Dior, 1996

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"i could fix him" good for you. im gonna join him in his insanity

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he's out of character TO YOU. i know him though.

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@devilscharity

ok i'll bite. *just starts fucking biting you*

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antique jewelry moodboard pt 2

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Come at my place tonight. You’ll reign over the skies. Part II here. | By @iambrandon747 on IG.

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this palette is my new favorite... lmao

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*cracks knuckles* ok time for asks and drabbles

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Eye makeup for the Dior Haute Couture Fall/Winter 2003-2004 fashion show during Paris Haute Couture Fashion Week 

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devilscharity​:

              𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒, 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐗𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒, gently knocking a ridged knuckle to his jaw playfully. “Unfortunately, all I do is work anymore. Anything done in my limited free time is spent doing late paperwork or trying to take long baths. Being able to do much tailoring or playing with makeup is rare,” he pouts softly, bottom lip stuck out in the slightest. “Alas, I’m not surprised at Wahisietel’s reaction, I also do not like being much taller than I already am blessed with. It can be quite — DISORIENTING up that high,” he gestures softly, palms upward in a soft shrug. “Senntisten was made for larger races, but often I find myself still stifled elsewhere. I often feel like I am in dollhouses, you know.”

                It is true, while Sliske and Wahisietel shared many visual traits, the younger could often be more playful, holding an UNMISTAKABLE aura of eerie and sinister under a lacquer of amiable nature. And his proportions; spindly, stretched, lanky, all of the synonyms fit the exaggerated, long stretch of his limbs. More leg than anything else, some would jest. But it was all he knew how to be in his natural, physical form and no one could FAULT him for that. He often did come to the defense of his older brother if need be when it came to height. Sliske presses his hands together in meeting, fingers barely enlaced with one another, and rests a cheek on the back of one of the hands; laid-back and easy going. “Mmm, I am the same. STAGNATION will be the death of me. I can’t stand idle hands, and pick up so many frivolous things to do when I can. I still do have — so many ideas.”

Did...Did he misunderstand? Maybe? They will let it slide since the topic has passed. He’ll probably get an earful about it when Wahisietel invites him to smoke. “I wish I could do the same. However, in a legion like Legion 11, things get difficult. Problem soldiers, betrayal, and the inevitable paper work I have to do since someone has to be put back in jail or has to go back on death row because they couldn’t follow simple rules. I digress.” Paramliv leaned back in the chair they were sitting in only slightly. Not that they weren’t of any fault either. Their first few weeks in Legion 11 were rough and often resulted in punishments due to unsavory behavior. 

“It’s sad sometimes.” They said while folding their arms. The other times were the ones where they could say to themself that they told him so. They could be a bit judgmental of people upon first greeting. Maybe it was from being with a hateful Mahjarrat for many long months.  

Moving on. “What were those ideas?” They turned their head to look at him again. “I think I’d also like some inspiration as well.” 

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psychiatriae​:

▄▀  — A brow raises, eyes alight as he glances to a set of scrolls neatly tucked in a crevice at his desk. “The restless ones, I have a few in my care already. It’s a typical affliction of soldiers-” And he bites his tongue, for habit to pour his heart out ought to stay amongst the other pontifices, and far from his charges as possible. Though even then, Nabor doubted the other Mahjarrat would take kindly to his belief they all suffered in similar fashion.

But such research had come in handy a dozen times before, and it would find its use yet again. A hand waves lightly, if a little absent with hidden passion for the subject at hand. He takes a written ledger from amongst his neatly disorganised work, and begins to scribble out a few details of the person before him. It wouldn’t do for his kindly reputation to just leave them standing around, after all. “Take a seat. I’m sure we can figure out something of a plan for you, and rebuild any lost confidence in your work.”

Paramliv pushed themself to actually sit on the oddly colored couch. It was a habit to just stand. “Thank you.” They fidgeted with their hands a bit as they sat. Do they bring up the arrest if Nabor doesn’t already know of it? Did he know of it? It was a big issue in the army at the time. Maybe later on they could talk about it.  

“This won’t escalate into the niche therapy treatments, right? I won’t be shocked with anything like that?” They’ve heard about some soldiers being too far gone that electroshock therapy was the only way to deal with them. Something in their brain would calm when it would happen. They didn’t think they were that gone or even close to it. What would they know? They weren’t a Pontifex. 

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guthixblessed​:

—–  “Therapy? Isn’t that what friends are for?” Spoken upon a stifled YAWN. Besides, common courtesy tells her it’d be best not to spill her inner monologue to this mysterious stranger. Better PLAY to the bullet points of whatever her reputation granted her until proven otherwise. Palmer had mentioned books specifically. A librarian perhaps? Historian? If he’s affiliated with the Varrock Guilds perhaps they’d already met. Wouldn’t that be something, she thinks. Romantic, even. Though she’s met a lot of people, most merely FOOTNOTES of differing length and genre. 

Then again, strong arms could make for fun nights.

       A glance out the window into the pale light of a fresh day and she breathes in the smell of breakfast and warm coals. Standing she plans on rummaging around for a kettle giving her fellow adventurer a SHRUG. "You’ll have to help me find something to wear,“ came the final verdict. “No dresses.” 

Palmer laughed when she said that, and put a plate down on the counter. “Haha! Good one! I might send you the bill if you wanna go with that. Hahaha!” They continued to fiddle around with some of the good plates in the cupboard. Things they would smith when they were bored and killing monsters was not giving them the sort of relief they wanted. “I can work with no dresses. Um.. hm. He’s very into Zarosian history and Al- Kharid history in general. So to get on his good side maybe dress in purples? Sexy purples. Sexy Zarosian purples.  So like, shorts, a crop top from Menaphos maybe? I remember getting one from the merchants, and then a cute pair of sandals. OH, and he really likes displays of strength. Like I said he’s kinda big so like, if you can lift 500 pounds or anything like that? I say first tell him you’re his date then just suplex him or something.” 

They gave it more thought when they put the other plate down. “Um.. don’t be TOO upset if this date doesn’t work out cause I got like..” They counted on their fingers. “Four other options we could try if this one doesn’t work and that’s a BIG IF.”  Not that they knew it would work but more that this mystery man would be open to going on one date so it wouldn’t fail too miserably. 

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devilscharity​:

                𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 to he other side of the table and looks comically large against his surroundings until he pulls a properly sized chair over to the table. Praised be whoever made sure at least one chair in most of the rooms intended for humans that was sized for a larger race. Regardless, he still crosses his legs again under him and securely tucks the loose ends of his robes in a LAX manner as to not sully them on his boots.

               “Well,” he turns the pattern over with a few claws, “What type of fabric are you planning on using? Even lacking instructions, most patterns can be pieced together like a puzzle.” 

             The Mahjarrat ponders the last time he dedicated his hands for something less LETHAL, more meaningful for more than half an hour. “I used to. Embroidery and detailing happened to be some of my best sewing skills, actually. I could be rusty at it by now,” it’s a rare sight for him to slip into such MELANCHOLIA. “I just haven’t the time anymore it seems.” Too much paperwork, an exemplary backlog of extortion, nagging philosophies on his own feelings of stagnancy  — enough silent heresy, Sliske blinks away the grey nictitating membrane of his eyes back into LUCIDITY and focuses on Paramliv. “I should try again, when I’m not busy. You have reminded me of this at least, yes?”

“Yes! Believe me, I am going to have to really think and push myself with sewing. Starting out is difficult. I think I’m gonna go for a nice polyester fabric to start out since it’s easy to use. A fluffier fabric like fleece would be nice but oh my god I don’t know which side is which. I’ll learn.” They could always attempt to make the time to sew. Even with the new developments about the tensions in Senntisten rising. Not fun, would not recommend. 

Even worse, Wahisietel’s injury that he’s said nothing about and refuses to even speak about. Lashing out at the Tribune at one point when pressed about it. “I would like to see some of your old works too. You’ve got me interested in seeing that much. What did you like working with most when detailing? Materials, I mean.”  They were going to assume jewels since Mahjarrat tended to have a thing for shiny things as they’ve seen from their many years in the army. However, they figured they’d give him the chance to answer. 

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real brainrot hours ok so 2 wgs time. (note: i still gotta do all the quests but this is what i have LOL. also we dont talk abt azzanadra’s quest 💔)

- zaros and seren are both evil in their own way. seren makes you exchange something for her help and shes more.. unhinged after CoM. zaros on the other hand is just not hiding it anymore and convinced azzanadra to ‘cut off the snakes head’

- nabor is alive! money is exchanged for info and therapy.

- palmer has a support group. if you call the signature heroes n zanik a support group

- the godless faction is in disagreement about their methods and is on the brink of collapse

- 2 wgs is more gods vs mortals

- sliske gets... SO many consequences. his appearance changes slightly like. he still looks like a mahjarrat. hes just greenish now and his horns connect into a downwards C. his eyes and crystal are still yellow/orange? his markings are forest green tho

lost his control over the barrows and didnt notice till he got back and got jumped and beaten within an inch of his life

he got better but it sucked. oh! he can summon undead druids! which at first hes like ‘these druids are for shite.’ then he remembers ‘oh wait no these are first to third age druids so they can ACTUALLY FIGHT.’ also the appearance changes are VERY SLOW and very painful so

https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/741372223134367814/838980855169810523/labyaustralia.png anyone who wants to access him has to go through the shadowy moss maze

anyway,

uhh something something azzanadra lures sliske down to the digsite and stabs him several times in the back while embracing something something azzanadra chases sliske through the chaos tunnels something something sliske finds a talisman of chaos on one of the dead dagon’hai members and teleports to the chaos altar and passes out (i have another alternative if i dont like this one anymore)

this happens bc zaros gets injured by palmer and zaros, being vindictive is like ‘noooo dont severely maim or even kill the wgs’ *wink wink*