#ora-c

[bebemoon]

𝖆 𝖛𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖙 (requested by @icylilacgardens) | saint laurent black bodysuit in silk satin lace and feathers, vivienne westwood red brocade coat, ruslan baginsky wide-brimmed straw canotier hat in black, d'accori "belle" disco platform sandals in red kiss, oriza l. legrand "peau d'espagne" eau de parfum, ora-c "focalis shrine" mother-of-pearl and carnelian golden ring, alexander mcqueen gold heart bracelet choker, alexander mcqueen dark gem bar ear cuff, vivienne westwood broken pearl necklace, marni "laughing waters" geometric dark tortoiseshell sunglasses, victorian sterling silver and diamond chatelaine mesh purse, chanel black leather and chain-link belt (s/s 1993)

[mezamun]

I had a vision

[i-cloudyink-i]

And another Famata animation that you wanna watch so bad

[jeannepompadour]

Emilie Flöge in a so called Reform dress designed by Eduard Josef Wimmer-Wisgrill photograph by Madame d’Ora, 1909

[logicalloony]

fuck you *psychonauts ur magmas*

[fifteenloove]

la storia di vavassori🥺 è bello vedere qualcuno che lo difende pubblicamente

😭❤️ hai ragione anon, è stato molto carino a mostrare supporto pubblicamente, non era dovuto

wave is a real one

[kelpiemomma]

One person liked the au comment so here it is:

Concept: people from the rift aren't uncommon. Jubilife and the clans frequently find them and bring them in. In fact, they even fall with all their memories in tact. They know who they are, how they came to be where they went, and where they came from. They know what they were dropped in Hisui to do. The problem is that after some time, some sooner and some later, their memories begin to fade. They remember who they are but they start to think they've always lived in Hisui. They came across with the rest of the jubilife residents, or they were accepted into the clan when they were young and grew up with them. All their memories of where they came warp to suit were they are now. Ingo is one of very few that still knows he is not where he needs to be due to Emmet- he knows there is someone that looks like him that is supposed to be with him, but he is not here. He keeps a hold of his coat and hat because they help remind him to remember something.

Rolling around in my head that, for some reason, Akari is the last to fall. They get a few people a month - one time twenty different people fell at the same time, as if Almighty Sinnoh was desperate that maybe many people would succeed where one couldn't - but their memories were the fastest to flee. They managed to get a lot done, but within the month they could barely recall where they came from.

Akari falls from the rift and after she does the color changes. She's there for a month- memories in tact, no new fallers. Two months- memories in tact, no new fallers. Everyone takes a breath, thinks maybe this is it. Maybe she's The One.

And the memory loss isn't something most people in jubilife bring up. It's depressing, because these people had homes and families and now they are lost in time and memory. Rei fumbles a couple times, mentions "before, when (name) was still helping" or "before (name) forgot." and Akari asks them about the things Rei mentioned but they don't remember. And that's weird but she doesn't think anything of it at first.

Except then things start getting fuzzy. It's after she takes care of Electrode, after she's met and befriended Ingo, after everyone thought she was in the clear. She starts forgetting things. Where she was going. Who she was supposed to meet. More than once Volo has found her and returned her to a campsite, because despite him wanting desperately to meet and defeat Arceus, to be noticed by the god, there is something uncanny and uncomfortable and frightening about people he knew and genuinely cared for forgetting themselves.

Akari struggles to hold on to her memory, lasting longer than the others, but it does fade. It falls to pieces. She stops leaving the village, helping care for the pokemon in the pastures. She doesn't understand why Rei and Laventon, who have always welcomed her so warmly and been so friendly since she first arrived and apprenticed with Marie, are suddenly so sad to see her. Why they don't discuss their research with her like they used to.

And Ingo arrives one day and Akari thinks he looks like a nice person, she may have to go and chat with him. Sure the frown is a little severe but something tells her he'd be comforting...

Except then he walks over to her, greets her, and asks why she hasn't been by for so long. And she's confused, because sure she has her Typhlosion (that she can't remember training) and a lot of the pokemon in the pasture are very affectionate towards her, but she's never been out of Jubilife village. It's scary out there! Wild pokemon are dangerous! (Even though her partner could easily one-shot many of them...)

And it's Ingo who realizes something is incredibly wrong. Because he remembers Akari, how excited she was to learn more about pokemon, how she loved getting rides from Sneasler and Wyrdeer over the highlands, how she delighted in making Melli feel bad for bullying her.

And Ingo realizes she's not the first to stop showing up in the highlands, he just wasn't as attached to anyone else. There are faces he recognizes in the village, faces of people who - at one point - were filling the Pokedex, were exploring the territory, were helping the nobles. Akari was not the first, he just wasn't close enough to any of the others to take notice that their disappearance from the Highlands wasn't retirement or injury, it was something worse.

And he excuses himself, heads back home, and stares at himself in the mirror, because something is off. Something has always been off but now he knows. now there is proof. And he tries to think about who he might be, why he knows something he is pretty certain he shouldn't. And decides the best vourse of action, to figure out what's going on, is to stop sitting around as a warden. He's going to calm the last noble. He's going to figure this out so whatever has happened will stop and people can go back home.

[hearthomelesbian]

sometimes you play an older game and its not very good and you think "wow nostalgia was really carrying most ppls feelings on this one". BUT. sometimes instead you play an old game and its pokemon emerald <3

[unreadpoppy]

My parents once again complaining because I don’t want to see the passion of Christ in new Jerusalem

I. AM. A. FUCKING. ATHEIST.

[deathshallbenomore]

you’ve heard of non è il caldo, è l’umidità, now get ready for non è né il caldo né l’umidità, è la pressione bassa

[okawarihappylife]

getting lsightly high and feeling geniuin joy over things

[enricaleone91]

Liorni ci prova, ma Maria vola

Sebbene il metodo di rilevazione dei dati auditel sia parzialmente stato modificato dal nuovo Total Audience, ad oggi il tradizionale continua ad essere impiegato, come in una sorta di doppio binario. La nuova rilevazione, infatti, ha un maggior impatto sulle fasce orarie e non sui singoli programmi in diretta. Ecco perché, almeno per ora, continueremo a darvi conto degli ascolti “tradizionali”…

[s-c-kh]

Arielle Lone by Feng Ish for Ora-C Jewelry

[logicalloony]

Torkoal... is turtle. Turtle... goes in... water

[queerographies]

[Ora che la nebbia non c'è più][Charlotte Verniani]

Un libro che descrive un amore per sempre, quello che ogni donna dovrebbe cullare dentro il proprio cuore per se stessa, in ogni momento della sua vita, iniziando da questo preciso istante

Per entrare in società come transgender, non ci si può concedere il lusso di perdere tempo o di farsi “deviare” la mente da persone o cose che saranno inevitabilmente nocive; gli insulti e le offese solo possono essere utili come stimolo e fonte d’ispirazione. Io sono la prova vivente che una transgender può vivere come una donna qualsiasi, come quella che passa sotto casa ogni mattina, una…

[nightmarefausto]

Saído de uma passagem secreta de uma estátua na Torre do Ministério de Magia, Fausto andava com o queixo erguido pelo salão da cidade subterrânea disposto a finalmente descobrir quais tipos de surpresas aquelas portas poderiam lhe proporcionar. A runa marcada em seu pulso o divertia cada vez que batia os olhos, num riso que se encantava pela ousadia de ser marcado como um animal. Estava quase ansioso para conhecê-lo pessoalmente e verificar pessoalmente se era tudo o que as fadas haviam lhe confidenciado há eras atrás.

Seguindo seus instintos, parou em frente a uma porta, sentindo a ponta do nariz coçar em aviso quando estendeu a mão e a abriu. Dentro, uma enorme botica exibia centenas de ingredientes, poções, misturas e tudo o que fosse necessário para que feitiços terrenos fossem cumpridos. O assoalho de madeira rangia a cada passo seu, mãos nas costas, olhos verdes seguindo pelos nomes marcados e se perguntando o que havia o chamado ali, já que fadas nunca precisariam de tais coisas para realizar magia.

Isso até se deparar com aquilo, fazendo com que o feérico estacionasse no lugar, questionando se o que via era realmente verdade, um frio na nuca repentino. Soltando os braços, avançou até a prateleira aberta em direção a um ovo de casca dura e brilhante, segurando-o delicadamente em seus dedos. "Uma coisa rara de achar, e mais rara ainda de manter viva." Disse para a segunda figura, sabendo de sua presença desde o momento em que cruzou o limiar da porta. "Estou realmente impressionado, @ozscarz. Me pergunto se ainda há vida nele." Girou-o em suas mãos, tentado a tirar a varinha e checar por si mesmo.