#faux gold leaf

[noctilionoidea]

So this is the centerpiece for a mixed media project (the other two parts aren’t finished). It’s about treatment of autistics with low support needs as basically neurotypical and how that negatively impacts when I actually do have needs. There’s also the element of being deemed “one of the good ones” however it’d the side pieces that would made that theme clear.

I actually really like how this ends up reflecting how it feels when I’m overstimulated

[sharkyswaters]

[sleepygaymerdisease]

just blocked an artist on instagram for painting exclusively on gold leaf.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

Historic 1769 Colonial style home in Keymar, MD has been renovated and redecorated in a variety of styles. Firstly, they painted the distinctive brick exterior pale gray, with an orange door. It doesn't look bad, but it's not the traditional, iconic look. It has 4bds, 4ba, 5,227 sq ft, and they're asking $3m. If you are a purist when it comes to historic homes, you probably won't like it.

Now, remember- I said that it was done in a variety of styles. The entrance hall has Oriental themed wallpaper. They stripped the newel post and railing on the stairs and left it bare wood, (I like that look, but it needs a flat protective finish, b/c it's going to get very dirty), plus a new floor has an inlaid border.

The light fixture was removed from the ceiling medallion and they did a copper-look design on it.

The sitting room is very non-traditional with it's bright green walls but the ceiling mural has a colonial scene. Above the fireplace they have colored mirror squares.

The next room has a large jungle leaf print and a wooden hippo, elephant, plus a trunk.

This room has a wall of shelving and opens to hall stairs.

The family room has a dark, rustic, nautical look with black and deep green walls. This room has wood paneling that was painted over, plus a brick trim around the top. I wonder if they darkened the brick.

I have seen faux aged walls, but this one looks like black mold. It's well done, but unusual. They left the pocket doors and beadboard, but painted them dark gray. Ironically, the sink cabinet looks very colonial.

The tub has a framed skull print above it and some stuffed animals on the ledge. The shower is modern.

The dining room is gray & black with a French cabinet. The table is a pine colonial.

The large kitchen has a rustic ceiling and 3 different cabinet colors- blue, gray, and colonial red. The ceiling looks like flooring to me. The glassware cabinet looks French.

The open concept space has a dining room with a big stone fireplace and stripped doors on the patio. The gold glassware shelf is a French pastry stand.

The primary bedroom has a traditional look. Nice big fireplace in here. The wood paneling was painted white and there's a mural on the coffered ceiling.

This smaller bedroom has nice wallpaper. It even has a colonial rocking horse in the fireplace.

This is a lovely bath. I like the cabinet and closets.

There's a 2 car garage with a space between that they've turned into a home gym/man cave. There's also a sleeping area.

They painted this beautiful barn-turned-home a dark gray, including this wonderful brick wall on the side.

It's lovely inside with slate flooring.

There's also storage for the big Home Depot skeleton.

This garage has a sitting room downstairs and more of a hangout space upstairs.

The main house has a patio.

Lots of space. There's even another small stone building.

There's also a pond on the 25.02 acres of property.

https://www.zillow.com/homedetails/11210-Cash-Smith-Rd-Keymar-MD-21757/67480669_zpid/?

[crtastrophe]

Noninfograph I (Look Close or from Afar) (2023)

Acrylics, paint marker and faux gold leaf on masonite

Messing around w/ asemic writing and layering acrylics :]

[somethingusefulfromflorida]

I have an ambitious idea for a multi-media project

Long: details under cut

Preface:

Adam Savage is known for making meticulous replicas of the Grail Diary from Indiana Jones 3; they're printed on authentic onionskin paper, stitched together and bound with leather like a real old journal would be, stuffed with inserts like folded up drawings, maps, post cards, letters, wax rubbings, tickets from ships and blimps, receipts, to-do lists, photos made to look like they were taken with late 19th/early 20th century cameras, an old silver certificate dollar, Hitler's autograph, you name it. The ten dollar word of the day is "verisimilitude." These super high fidelity replicas are more than just props, they're meant to feel like a real lived-in historical document kept by a globetrotting adventurer from the 1890s to 1930s.

Gravity Falls Journal 3 wanted to be like this, but it's mass market, printed on glossy paper with fake weathering and fonts that look like handwriting. If Adam Savage made a Journal 3 replica, it would look and feel like a real field journal from the 1970s; it would have crinkly yellow pages with mold/water damage, the cover would have brass or gold foil inlays, each entry would be handwritten (and you would be able to tell it wasn't just a font because every letter would have realistic variability in shape and size, there would be a different number of lines per page, the margins would drift, it would be sloppy and illegible in parts)

JJ Abrams published a book that came close to this aesthetic, a nice midway point between the Grail Diary and Journal 3 in terms of quality. A collab with Doug Dorst, the book is sold under the title "S." but once you take it out of its slipcover it's a meta-fictional artifact made to look like an old cloth-bond library copy of a (fictional) novel from the 1940s called The Ship of Theseus by VM Straka. The text of the novel is inconsequential, a dry story about a sailor being Shanghaid onto a pirate crew (it's actually pretty authentic, evoking the feeling of being forced to read an overrated novel for high school English class), but the book is full of faux-handwritten notes in the margins with multiple characters trading it back and forth (with different colored pens used to show the passage of time), telling a whole new story about their attempts to crack the case of the author's mysterious disappearance/death and an academic conspiracy trying to stop them. It is VERY dense. VERY confusing. You have to work out the timeline yourself because each character has annotated the book from start to finish over multiple passes; you'll be flipping back and forth like a choose-your-own-adventure. And the icing on the cake is that there are dozens of inserts stuffed throughout the pages; newspaper clippings, posts cards, a napkin from a fictional university restaurant, old telegrams, folded notes written on loose leaf college-ruled paper, a cipher wheel, etc. It is mass market like Journal 3, but with a much closer attention to detail like Adam Savage's Grail Journals. The inserts are impressive as part of the meta-narrative, but they don't hold up to as much scrutiny. Owning the book is more interesting than the book itself.

My idea

I want to create a boxset for Dracula in which the story is separated out into its constituent parts; Jonathan Harker's illegible shorthand journal, piles and piles of letters between Mina and Lucy and Van Helsing and the suitors (each with their own recognizable handwriting), real playable wax cyllinders with Dr. Sewards voice recordings, the water-damaged journal from the captain of the Demeter, newspaper clippings about the horrible storm and the large dog and "bloofer lady" sightings, and then a big stack of typewriter carbon paper where Mina painstakingly collated it all into the manuscript for the novel itself. The novel claims to be stitched together from a hundred different sources, and this boxset would actually BE the original sources! There would be old 1890s kodak photography, Jonathan's train tickets from across the continent, maps showing the exact paths of the Demeter and Dracula's dirt shipments and the suitors' chase along the rivers back to Transylvania. Lucy and her mother's wills, stationary with Lord Godalming's letterhead, an old rosary, a crucifix, some garlic flowers, lots and lots of communion wafers, Dracula's book of train schedules, and MOST IMPORTANTLY OF ALL the paprika hendl recipe!

Dracula Daily allows us to experience the story chronologically, but I would like to experience it the way the characters themselves would have, piecing together all the disparate clues over the course of 6 months. It would be an enormous and unweidly boxset, like the special edition of a video game.

The framing narrative would be that the box itself used to belong to Bram Stoker. He was a close friend to the Harkers, and they gave him all their first-hand documents so he could eventually publish their story.

I don't even know where I'd start!

[mantrabay]

Far Beyond Hereafter

Team leader Renee peered out

of her faux gold window around a pulsing Friday noon.

“Almost like we’re puppets of each other down there.

Maybe everywhere?”

Albert, her partner and co-worker were apt to look down on the buzz where their joint venture, their central office, was located.

Quite often hoards of people of all age groups hung out, shrieked with joy, abandon, near the hazy plume cafe.

They were snacking and sharing purchases.

There was rainbow signage to the left of this group promoting all the companies within Renee, and Albert’s brief.

The name of their company was Hereafter Unlimited.

Close and “trustworthy” friends formed this postgraduate 7 person cluster which later evolved into quite a

mind-bogglingly complex concern.

Hair-raising hubs were hatched.

Geniuses one and all created one matrix after another of sequential self-financing companies.

Ideas among them spread like avalanches.

Songs and puns were sung.

They had “flames” or “wildfire” intensity at their fingertips.

They were at the mercy of their own brilliance.

Their aim was to bring countryside joys into every nook and cranny in their chosen capital.

There were bookstores, clubs, restaurants and other outlets named after the multifaceted rustic charms that obsessed them.

Each outlet had a communal dining area to draw in clientele.

The underlying idea behind all these shops, stores, stations

was to have a magnetic pull.

Havens, an escape hatch that would leave an out of this world impression on the visitor.

From energetic background music to kaleidoscopic screens, to elaborately sculpted tables, mahogany tint chairs, azure blue halo moon menus, kid zones in high jinx.

Cascade after cascade of hue swirls in tandem with jubilant dance trope very much in evidence.

A magic merry go round motif underpinned each inventive hub.

Once savoured, never forgotten.

Festivity a frequent festoon, mouth watering smorgasbord without rein running riot.

The element of surprise, key and kernel to atmospheres that thrived on visionary continuum.

Brains in this group were graded according to a binary system.

1 winner 0 as in loser.

A hypnotic mantra often -

“Winner, loser, hopeless chooser.”

There were even signs such as a straight finger for 1 or orb like finger sign for loser.

One might wonder aloud if this clique with their uncanny gestures would fit in anywhere else except this setting of their choice.

Hazy plume, rainbow eucalyptus, sylvan zephyr, amber leaf cascade,

lambent shroud, halcyon xanadu, wonder world cocoon, among the zany names they had thought of.

The staff each had nicknames linked to the above enterprises.

The brainstorming sessions they had had no drama or plot could “match.”

“Often have the feeling we are pawns to our ideas.”

Amber leaf sighed.

Lambent :

“This place is “dead on” for the wrong reason.

Smart is always in season.”

Lambent nodding to his “imaginary” sidekick “Shadow”

that seemed glued to his desk.

After all, they were used to that sort of thing as innovative university students.

This unusual alliance though city based had links to different areas.

But nothing would daunt this oddball eccentric clique and their very imaginative and oft bizarre aims.

They were nothing if not colorful.

They had this impressive office garnished with wallpaper having pictures of their various businesses and the names associated with them.

This franchise had been in existence now for over 5 years.

It was coping to an extent but there was an underlying desire to go beyond that.

A glorified high tek office routine secretly horrified everyone.

Lambent shroud, ICloud expert in the group was perhaps the zaniest of them all.

He had a fetish about hazes and how the term could be used.

Haze was his buzzword and

of course his very own in the ether mate.

He had a virtual sidekick called “Shadow.”

They used to speak to each other in rhymes.

“Hi there, going nowhere shadow.

I’m really stuck. Yuck!”

The other members of the group would tease Lambent Shroud.

They’d speak in groans n puns too.

You’d sense lambent was a little uncomfortable with it all.

The other members of this amazing group were all tall, had numerous quirks, and spoke with crystal clear clarity.

They stood out even when alone.

Their high IQ, articulacy, and physical presence were obvious requirements for this enterprise.

They were constantly with each other hatching plans.

But Lambent may have had a begrudging “one who leads” complex.

But was the cordiality apparent and only for appearances?

Team leader Renee is Hazy and Albert is Rainbow.

The brain sessions were more often than not impromptu.

Hazy, Halcyon and Amber would seem like cerebral archers the way they bounced informal sessions off each other.

The other pairs, bright spark subgroups would have these on the spot conventions.

“Sparks would fly.

High IQ flashes sky high.

We never ever say die.”

Eerie notion, pie in the sky.”

The smart seven chipping in one by one generating a certain heat.

Even fleeting cabals.

Their brain cliques they nicknamed “Bouncers,”

Or “Pools.”

“Blessing and a boon. Under a shimmering moon. You’ll be lifting trophies soon.”

Lambent the awkward rhymer.

Wonder world had a strained crease on his face.

“Crackpot scheme, halbaked dream, eccentric team.”

In reply.

And so the banter used to go until someone ran out of ripostes.

There were daily meetings also on security updates devised by the team.

But there was much nod and wink, subterfuge.

Amber Leaf the accountant controlled the cash flow, dividends, “watertight insurance,” wages, general outlay.

But one got the impression that there was something afoot.

Amber and sylvan nudged;

“Should we rhyme as we speak or maybe tweak til next week.

Isn’t Lambent leaning a lot on his Shadow.

The Alter Ego.”

Who is this Shadow to begin with Amber pried?

An umbrella term!

A watchful eye was maintained.

This most unusual group of mental giants were so astute that they crossed checked each others scheduling and tasks.

It all seemed so foolproof.

Turnover was quite considerable and there were really no grounds for complaint at any point.

But despite the cliques they could anticipate future trends which made sense but by the same token was spooky.

Betimes who actually did what with whom had a blurred demarcation.

When you have such active brain cells, another pseudonym for the catalyst co-op you might be forgiven for thinking at times it might seem monotonous.

“ Heck! What kind of service is this?

Fly in my soup. And that fish is off! And that’s not all.”

Sylvan Zephyr the ambassador was entrusted to diffuse awkward clients.

Shrieking and clamoring, heated exchanges over the phone subside after a protracted row.

One wonders why

Lambent Shroud had this uncanny smirk and one wonders at this stage why?

The wiles of his smiles were like a form of contagion in the region.

A comic contagion if you will was never far from the surface.

“I’ve just had this idea. We could have a different decor.

Like stick on flourishes.”

Halcyon Xanadu peeped.

Once again there’ we’re nods, some almost quasi-religious.

This may seem strange.

Another shuffle, cabal.

Lambent Shroud when not spinning joke shop rhymes, chatting with his shadow might suddenly burst into paroxysms of disdain.

Despite the cerebral nature of this undertaking each member of this esoteric business cult had their finger firmly on the economic pulse, the till.

“I keep checking my apps as asked though I leave the cash flow in reality to Amber.”

Hazy plume, who had the unenviable task of being the all-seeing-eye supervisor, and to keep the ideas surfacing from drifting into vermillion clouds.

“That’s good. Mightn’t be such a bad idea if we made a few spot checks on our hubs.”

Albert, alias Rainbow chimed.

Creativity was this seamless mesh.

But with all the paraphernalia at each desk perhaps sight was being lost of the original concept.

Maybe this might explain the present fractious undercurrent, stilted atmosphere that appeared to dwell within this epicentre.

“YAWN YAWN YAWNS.

WE USED TO DREAM MINT LAWNS.”

A vocal scat from Lambent or the uncanny “Shadow.”

Now and then at any rate.

“Muffled squeaks, awh, so sad,

yikes, bah, too bad.”

The rub, the nub, the hub.

Sometimes the puns were flaccid where they once had flare.

After 5 years the wide-eyed optimism of wanting to bring the green utopia to the steel and concrete jungle of modern city life had somehow peaked, or maybe approaching it.

This wasn’t always obvious, however.

“THUNDER AND LIGHTNING.

HOLY SQUAWKING CROWS.”

Halcyon Xandu.

“I just got a text from one of our hubs. One of the hub computers crashed and there was even some steam generated.

Volume of loud noises reported but calm was restored.”

Suddenly everybody awakened from their stupor despite the seeming hive of activity.

“As far as I can gather the crash was cleared fairly quickly.”

Xanadu again.

Tho a creeping suspicion crossed her face.

Everyone rushed towards a center spot on the floor.

A buzz quite unusual swept across the tight nuclear pulse clique.

There was always a certain surge about this place even during a lull.

All this very macabre in a mild sense conduct might seem like a scheme being cobbled together.

By someone but who knows what that someone is if a someone at all might be.

A prevailing milieu that was taut, tense, tho teasingly trivial constantly at tangents.

“Utter breathless oath,

unearthly surreal cache,

burst of universal apogee indelibly trumpets,

exalted plot as moonbeam stepping stone,

Mecca to a hue-laden vortex,

that sequesters sun-drenched harbors, gurgling stream meanders, moss-fleck tides,

mesmerizing shroud of lambent bayou,

hazy plume on silver waterfall,

scarab mountain chain at sapphire dawn.”

Sylvan Zephyr throwing down the gauntlet and eschewing his tentative role as tactful go-between.

You’ll have noticed the no corresponding taper of sounds known as rhyme.

A sleight of hand from the scheme team within the dream team was at play.

The following day wonder world cocoon did a whirlwind inspection of the various hubs.

Not best pleased.

It looked as if all the hubs were splitting up into subhubs.

The staff were being secretive in all the business operations.

Even certain ideas from headquarters which hadn’t been released yet.

Wonder world spotted rough outlines of change from the corner of her eye relating to the above tract.

Ominous thoughts lurking.

She began to detect a pattern.

“Holy charging elephants.

I smell a rat.

That’s that. Everybody get out of here.

is that clear?”

The complex jewel sensor super sensitive alarm system which had been added to by each member rang out.

Mysteriously each member incognito ( sometimes) installed extra features.

Ashen volcanic smoke left little to the imagination.

The 7 member cluster eschewedsafety protocol.

But somehow managed to escape against an anarchic, chaotic backdrop that surged at breakneck speed.

“What about our valuables, valuables?

Or are they “EXPENDABLES.”

Diplomatic Sylvan Zephyr not so diplomatic.

This incendiary incident shook the other hubs, the people in them and the surrounding area.

The thunderstruck brain camp, most of them gazed incredulously at what was unfolding.

A sky tower inferno of cinder spewing incidents, boom laden choirs with puns, warnings, alerts, rhymes, ones and zeros,

volcanic cackles, surreal demolition, and on the spot disintegrated havoc never seen before.

It ended in a gradual stepwise motion before collapsing into a gradual “Black Shadow Plume.”

This plume decided to hover over

a “Smirk” like structure redolent of “Someone.”

In many ways what was left of their business center looked like

the nirvana they as a group were trying to fuse with urban vim.

Renee nudged Albert who squinted at the corner of his eye.

They both spotted “Lambent Shroud” with a retinue that included other hub members, heading towards a country signpost!!!!

At least he was in that coveted dream lead role.

Renee opined. “I hear Lambent whispering to himself about missing something .. ..no longer a puppet? and the sidekick?”

Albert now clued in on this earth shattering denouement that engulfs layer upon eternal layer of tiered narrative.

Renee, Albert, Amber Leaf the reliable and infinitely shrewd person on money flow now swop knowing glances and scrutinise what is left of a once ornate “Landmark” project.

“Where do we all go from here I wonder?

But should we actually be asking that question at all?

We shouldn’t have the nerve or gall!”

Albert reflected with a “Stick On Smirk.”

As the local fire brigade arrives a “Haze” of a more “endowed” kind descends on Renee, Albert, Amber.

1’s and 0’s of a massive kind beckon!!!

And a nearby shop’s cash register tolls triumphant.

Three straight fingers now in sync!!!!!

This short story is dedicated to my wonderful sister Jay A Pallen.

Photographs and story all my own work

A genuine thanks to all my supporters and followers on Tumbrl

[medusapelagia]

writing patterns 👁️

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Was I tagged by someone? No! But I saw this on @cranberrymoons Tumblr and I thought it was fun so I just jumped in (sorry XD)

1 It’s not the first time that Geralt has been hurt, but it’s the first time he almost died on Jaskier's watch. (Family Dinner, Jeraskier)

2 Steve Harrington is the most booked runway model in the world.  (Separate Ways, Harringrove)

3 Billy doesn’t know why he accepted to go to this stupid club, and now that he is sitting on the sticky couch in faux leather he wonders once more how Steve convinced him to join him and Robin. (Wednesday, Harringrove)

4 Steve has trained for this all his life, but when his father gives him the order he hesitates. (I'll make you proud, Steddie)

5 Steve sighs in his dressing room while getting ready to shot, Robin, his personal assistant, got everything ready for him: his favorite snacks, some mango-flavored water, and even his lucky charm, but Steve knew that this movie was going to be the hardest he ever shot. (The scorpion and the frog, Harringrove)

6 “Fuck!” Billy yells, slamming the car door so hard that the entire car trembles for a moment. (Love is a battlefield, Harringrove)

7 Eddie sighs, looking at the boy at his side who is avoiding him as much as he can, which is quite hard given the fact they are sitting so close next to each other. (Black and Gold, Steddie)

8 Eddie sighs, looking at the white blanket around the chalet that Steve booked for their first holiday together. (Running From The Daylight, Steddie)

9 Eddie is kneeling in the mud, shaking like a leaf while Wayne runs toward him: there is a bullet hole in the trailer's wall just a few inches from his head and skid marks on the ground a few feet away. (Let the world around us just fall apart, Steddie)

10 It all started during The Masters: just a big misunderstanding that could have been clarified easily, but the other golf player decided that he could not forgive him and since that day Eddie Munson has tried to piss off Steve anytime he had the occasion. (The Caddie, Steddie)

So the main pattern is that I love to start with a name and that my characters sigh a lot because they already know that I'm going to torture them!

This are my no pressure tags because I think this is so fun!!! @kallisto-k, @spaceofentropy, @romeren, @rindecisions, @lorifragolina, @soaringornithopter, @slippy-slip, @cxwzkeys, @whataboutthefish, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation and everyone else who wants to join!

[silhouette-cosplay]

I was wondering how you put the gold leaves on the robe? It looks like it would be tricky with any fabric but especially velvet/faux velvet!

I’m using faux gold leaf sheets!

First I made stamps for the gilding adhesive:

Then I stamp the glue onto the velvet:

I wait an hour or so for the glue to get super tacky/almost dry, then apply the gold leaf sheets:

Then let it dry some more before gently brushing away the excess leaf et voila!

It’s kind of a long and fiddly process but I love the crackle effect on the velvet and the glue doesn’t stiffen the fabric either which is a huge plus!

[heidistreasurechest]

[saintmeghanmarkle]

A palate cleanser by u/Mickleborough

A palate cleanser Diplomatic dressing made simple.This is from the (then) Cambridges’ 4-day tour of Sweden and Norway in 2018. In Norway William and Kate watched ski jumping at the Holmenkollen Ski Jump in Oslo, where they also participated at an event organised by the Norwegian Ski Federation.Such wholesomeness. (And the fur trim on Kate’s gloves is faux - the gloves are thought to be from British middle-class department store John Lewis.)Kate looks Kjus right in an orange (which could pass for red) and white jacket from Norwegian brand Kjus (co-founded by a Swede, so she‘s paid homage to both host countries with 1 jacket. William’s in blue. Both together make up the colours of the Norwegian flag.Kate was 7 months pregnant in that photo.Then we have Harry and Meghan at Whistler in Canada.This screams Bakersfield outlet shopping.Meghan, a fan of Canada (‘they’re [her website (cough) designer] Canadian, so I’m a fan’) pays homage to Canada by, er... Well, she’s got it 1/3 right, with the white skinny jeans. [Not a good look on you, Meghan love. Seriously.] No red, as per maple leaf on flag. Jacket by Calvin Klein - American. Ditto CO jumper, Frame Jeans, and Sorel boots (Sorel originally was founded in Ontario, but is now owned by an American company). Burberry (as in her beanie) is British (you know, racists).As for Harry - guess it’s rough sleeper chic.Saw a headline along the lines of ‘Meghan wears 10-year-old boots - just like Kate!’, which might explain the boots. Kate too has worn Sorel (of course, she doesn’t have a monopoly on it, the way Meghan’s fans think Meghan has a monopoly on Aquazurra shoes).What I can’t figure out is: Why isn’t Meghan wearing gloves? Let’s say the temperature was 33 F / 1 C (erring on the side of warm). Isn’t that glove weather? People around them seem to think so. But then gloves would cover her finger ornaments, including the newly discovered engagement ring (something about a loose stone which apparently took 9 months to re-set). Bet she made Harry go without gloves (notice he has his free hand in his pocket, maybe to comfort todger) so that she wouldn’t look an idiot holding his gloved hand in her bare one.Meghan also wore Diana’s gold watch. Wouldn’t wearing metal next to your skin in cold weather be, well, cold? post link: https://ift.tt/wR6CAPu author: Mickleborough submitted: February 15, 2024 at 11:47PM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

Hi! For the latest ask game (the list one) could I get your opinions on Korekiyo? If you haven't already done one that is!

I kinda stopped doing these (i'm sorry everyone who sent them in you're so nice T_T ) but I just got back from a thing all day and I'm feeling good so why not!!

favorite thing about them: The way he speaks!! The way he's clearly very smart and speaks with purpose while also being very ominous and offputting.. and also his english VA is just fantastic. It's what made me interested in him in the first place when i started playing the game

least favorite thing about them: 100% definitely the thing with his sister. End of trial 3 reveal. No question.

favorite line: It's gotta be a toss up between "Kehehe...what wonderful strength. You could likely crush a child's skull with ease." to Gonta (WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT GDHSJKHGJDKSF) and "I will tear out your nerves" to Kokichi in ch3 when he goes to touch the gold leaf katana ghdsjkfds

brOTP: Him and Kirumi hanging out makes me happy. They have a similar level of calmness that works really well together (not to mention that silly part in the anthology)

OTP: I dont really have any to be honest? Maybe with Angie

nOTP: Probably anything with Tenko or Himiko

random headcanon: Okay this is really specific but I think Korekiyo's pijamas are completely ridiculous (affectionate). I'm thinking this soft, almost faux leather type long sleeved button up shirt and pants combo, socks, gloves, sleeping cap, eye mask, and face mask, to the point that the only skin showing when he's asleep is like. A corner of his cheeks and his ears. This idea brings me a lot of joy

unpopular opinion: Not really an unpopular opinion I think but Im not sure. I feel like nobody really talks about the fact the korekiyo was a serial killer even before entering the game. This isn't even a bad thing, I dont think i see a lot of talk about character backstories in general, but it is something that sticks in my head sometimes when im drawing him

song i associate with them: I actually have a small personal korekiyo playlist (not on spotify) so a few but one of them is Until the Day You Die by Abney Park. Really really fantastic.

favorite picture of them: Honestly it might be the sequence of him setting up stuff for the caged child ritual. You can really see how tall he is in them, i find it fun

[foxymoxyvintage]

[signalhill-if]

Cherry (A Snippet)

As you stepped inside to start wandering off into the all-consuming atmosphere of The Rose and Thorn, you were intercepted by the greeter- kept from your prize like a dog on a chain. She had this big red-painted smile across her freckled cheeks, and a faux black rose was tucked into her ginger updo. “Hey babe! My name’s Cherry!” Her voice was chipper, but practised. She’d said this hundreds of times. “First time at the Rose?”

-> "Yeah, this is my first time."

-> "No, I've been here before." (Lie)

Without even skipping a beat, like she didn’t hear (or care about) your response, Cherry jumped into her spiel. ”We’ve just got a couple rules to run by you before you go have fun, okay? Don’t worry, they’re pretty easy- leave your weapons at the door, no outside food and drinks, strict no touching policy on the main floor. Got it?”

You nodded, eager to get past. The guard behind her exhaled a big puff of smoke, and you could see him giving you a bemused grin through it. Cherry just kept going, her voice maintaining the same energy level all the while. “You can tell who’s an employee if they’ve got a rose on ‘em,” she continued, pointing out the example tucked into her own hair. “If the rose is red, you can hire ‘em for a one-on-one. If it’s black, they ain’t available- don’t ask.”

-> "Got it."

The pole dancer was almost finished her routine at this point. You kept glancing over at her, eager to get over there in time. Hopefully another dancer would take her place, cause at this point you were going to miss the whole show.

“Everybody sets their own rates,” she kept going. “Tipping is highly encouraged. All our girls and guys have the right to deny you service for any reason, so don’t treat this like a cheap whorehouse- chat ‘em up before you try to bone down!” She giggled at her own crass turn of phrase. The guard behind her put out his cigarette on the chair and tossed the butt into an ashtray on the ground. Then he pulled out a pack and a lighter to start up another one.

Cherry was silent for a moment, her grin fading and her eyes darting up to the ceiling as if scanning her brain for anything she’d missed. She must have found something. Her eyebrows shot up and her smile returned. “We’re also offering escort services now! If you need to book somebody for an event or some personal time outside the building, just let me know and I can give you a hand!”

-> "Okay, yeah, I get it."

“Okay, that’s it! You’re good to go!” She fumbled with some papers in her hands for a moment before handing over two slips of black paper, stamped with a rose in gold leaf. “Oh, and here’s a voucher for a free drink at the bar. And a second one, because you’re soooo cute, hon. Don’t tell the boss!” Cherry gave you a furtive wink, although you were confident she was probably giving multiple of these out all the time. Two drinks was probably enough to start thinking that a night with one of their employees was worth a pretty exorbitant price.

[bluntforcefem]

uhhhh 44 and crabs of choice!

44. cheap

tiara has gone through about four black pens in the last three hours, each one burning out on the printer paper she scoured the abandoned back office of the clawliday inn for. he still has a handful more in the bag they came in, scored for two dollars with his player discount at the baltimore crabs gift shop and engraved with the team name in slightly-off printed faux-gold leaf.

when the fifth gives out, nothing to show for it but a bunch of scribbles and crossed out starts-stops of various poems, tiara gives up and throws the whole pack at the wall.

deborah's landing used to be nicer when she was a kid, she remembers. refurbished for ghosts and blaseball players alike, left to rot through its second decline after the black hole swallowed up everything and the decade of falls. it's emptier now than it ever was then. no spindlewheel cards left on bedside tables, no crackling radios, no messages in steamed mirrors or imprints in the carpet or new guestbook signatures or -

new ghosts. no new ghosts. tiara has to have turned over every piece of furniture in this place looking, especially feverish after rami's incineration, but they just... aren't here. he doesn't know if they know how to get there. he doesn't know if they know to look.

tiara looks back at her paper. badly drawn fires line the edges, smudges of ink from the sides of his hands easily mistakable for ash, if you tilt your head. metaphors about ash, about fire, about umpires, about anything fill the page, but none of them fit. none of them mean anything at all. not everything feels like something else, she remembers, mouth twisting into a frown.

there was a psychopomp on the crabs, once. tiara doesn't remember if she became one before or after she died, but she remembers the way nora helped organize the guestbook, how she taught tiara a handful of names for ghosts who stayed faint and distant. the ghosts are people, and he doesn't want to erase those boundaries, the walls he's spent so long building just to stop getting things asked of him that are too much for any one person to bear.

but rami and chae were teammates. friends. that doesn't change now that they're dead, either.

tiara wonders how to ask the old guard the steps to becoming a bridge.

[styleofdiamandis]

                 PHOTOSHOOT: MODZIK MAGAZINE

Modzik is a Paris-based magazine which featured Marina on their June 2019 cover! The photoshoot, which took place at the Hotel Grand Amour, was taken by Enzo Orlando.

Styling by Clélia Cazals, hair by Anita Bujoli and makeup by Helena Henrion, respectively.

We’re starting off strong with a very hard leather look. The black lambskin bomber jacket with shiny patchwork puff sleeves is from Dutch designer Ronald van der Kemp’s Spring/Summer 2019 Haute Couture collection which was paired with a Louis Vuitton Spring/Summer 2019 paneled leather skirt.

As in accessories, M rocked a suede version of Agnelle’s leopard print gloves.

Dutch emerging designer label Ninamounah created Marina's Howling red patent croc-embossed over-the-knee Western boots for their Fall/Winter 2019 "Evolve Around Me" collection!

Such a dreamy shot! Here, M rocks a Louis Vuitton Spring/Summer 2019 beige cotton zip-up blazer with contrasting white peak lapel.

Her long crystal shoulder duster earrings are part of Vivienne Westwood’s Spring/Summer 2019 lookbook.

It’s getting wild! Belgian emerging designer label LĒO created Marina’s cropped croc-embossed white patent leather jacket with swinghooks! It’s from their Fall/Winter 2019 collection titled “Trance”.

Both her tiger print silk pencil skirt (pictured in grey)...

...and leopard print brocade pumps with oversized buckles are from the Rochas Spring/Summer 2019 collection.

For the penulimate look, Marina lounges in one of the most eye-catching pieces from Fendi’s Spring/Summer 2019 runway show! As worn by Kendall Jenner, it’s the Zucca logo-embossed white leather oversized bomber jacket with large zip side pockets.

Her “Citizen” multi appliqué black lambskin leather gloves are fruit of the collaboration between French menswear designer Louis Gabriel Nouchi and Agnelle.

A pair of black patent leather ankle boots with round buckle detail and perspex heels from Mulberry's Spring/Summer 2019 collection completed the look!

And last but not least, Marina poses in the Ninamounah Spring/Summer 2019 Termite grey wool blazer bodysuit with baroque pearl buttons.

The rest of her look is from Dior’s spectacular Spring/Summer 2019 presentation. It includes her pleated ombré organza midi skirt...

...a single star and faux pearl curved gold-plated brass earring...

...an elastic polyester J’adior cross-over headband in beige (which she styled into a choker)...

...this stunning crystal leaf and gold brass logo bracelet...

...and, last but not least, beige cotton ankle wrap ballet flats with J’adior lettering.