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scopOphilic_micromessaging_1252 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2024)
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scopOphilic_micromessaging_1252 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally. (2024)
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Alexander Skarsgård - Eric Northman - True Blood. iaiacom Ig (x) Thanks SwedishDelish.
"Old work, Eric Northman (Alexander Skarsgård) 🖤🧛♂️ Graphite on rough paper F4 Fabriano"
!!OC Species!! This is a species called :"Vlakins/Vlakin", they're world is recorded to be in a eternal eclipse leaving them in darkness, hints why the dark coat to blend in and many eyes to see.(They do have wings too this one's wings are folded up behind them)
Recent photo of this Invader x Cost x ENX collab up high in Bushwick.
Installed during Invader’s 5th Wave invasion of NYC in 2013.
Vienne, 2019
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i started playing ffxiv, my main character’s name is enx and this is him
Height of Heathen Fashion 06/07
Enx Dotharl had practically forced her way into the tradehouse and gave a little glance around afterwards. She was looking for Kasumi, mostly to ask a question. She had a.. well, what would most obviously be a kiss enamored in lipstick against her cheek. However, she'd halt upon seeing Lebeaux. That question quickly dirived into another one, "You. Did ye' put the shite I had in the cabinet back."
Lebeaux Desrosiers turned on his heel to find Enx there. “My, my. It’s been some time since I’ve seen you skulking around.” At least he assumed it was Enx. Who else would wear such a botched bit of taxidermy as an accessory nevermind a whole hat. Fingers slid glasses up his nose. “Whatever was taken out of the cabinet went back into the cabinet. How have you been enjoying the new locks. Aren’t they so delightfully secure.” He noted, his icy gaze lingering on the lipstick mark.
Enx was certainly not wearing something botched. The mask was entirely completed now, adorned with the brass and the marrow stripped freely away, replaced by the ridges along the horn. "Good, I haven't used it yet. Obviously enough considering I'm fuckin' asking." Her shoulders gave a little roll afterwards before over towards the door, "I'll take yer' word for it and vouch that I haven't stolen anything as of yet."
Lebeaux folded arms across his chest as he leaned casually against the edge of the desk, his smile ever-saintly as he observed the au ra turn on her heel to leave. “Are you even a medic any longer? Keys should have been sent to you, if so. Yet if not…”
Enx tilted her head some afterwards as she'd just cast her gaze back towards him. "Do I look like I'm not a healer anymore? I'm as close to the pinnacle of bein' a shaman as ever. Or whatever you'd call it, knifey." Enx snickered afterwards before shaking her head, "Sent where? Somewhere in here or towards my house. I'm not sure where the hells you'd send them to."
Lebeaux smiled sweetly all the while as Enx navigated the logistics of trying to look up at someone taller than her while wearing something that limited one’s vision to straight ahead or below. He walked over to where she stood. “A shaman? That would explain the severe lack of tailoring in the scraps you’re wearing for clothes.” He mused as he tilted slightly. “Is that tawdry shade of harlot smudged on your cheek part of the ensemble as well?”
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