you know it.

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Xembre Adrias wearing a nice white dress. He's also wearing contrastingly utilitarian fingerless gloves, and a ruffled white and red tophat, demurely undersized. He's holding his hands in a heart shape in front of him, and the night shows glitter particles that float down over him.

yay!

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Three Xembres, all in distinct outfits. The one to the lefthand side holds a scorned expression, and is wearing a turtleneck as he glances to the side, mostly filled with confusion and self-loathing. The one to the right hand side is wearing his old Dragoon gear. His face is bloody, his brows clenched tight and his eyes shut as blood trickles from his cranium to his lips, and his brass-plated fingers are entwined in front of him in silent prayer. Behind them, blue light falls against their silhouette. The last copy of Xembre holds the pommel of a sword, and he wears a black jacket with a distressed t-shirt underneath. His expression is tight, though holding back whatever insecurity he has in himself, and no longer averts his eyes.

we can make it right this time.

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Two white characters (both transmasculine), huddled together on a couch with red and white cushions behind them. The taller, white haired one (he/him) hugs the smaller (red and black hair, they/them) close, eyes closed and a small smile on their face, while the other squishes their cheek against their face and side-eyes them with a similar smile.

Another angle with the two's faces on the left side of the screen, leaving the right with plenty of empty space. The white-haired Hyur has his fingers weaved through the Miqo'te's hair, holding it close. The Miqo'te is awful pleased with this.

emotional support wol.

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they so small they onl y need ONE popcorn (to share)
@hamirapingpong.bsky.social 's haam and maah

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A shattered mirror, but the focus isn't on it. It's on a face peeking out of the corner, hidden in the shadows, where dark-painted lips stretch into a smile to show the glitter of white teeth. It's not the teeth that stand out, however- it's the huge moonlike eye, glowing cold colors, its thin pupil standing out like a pinprick- a sunspot in the oppressive light.

bro Get him out of my house

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Xembre Adrias, at Aleport's aetheryte. The camera's zoomed in on him as he leans against the port's wall, his mouth stuffed with eight lit cigarettes that billow dark fumes around his person. He has two unlit cigarettes on standby- one shoved behind his right ear, and the other between his lips, like he's ready to try and fit that one into his mouth too. He has a pensive, deeply concentrative look on his face, and captions read a contemplating 'Hm.' in yellow italics.

Ten cigarette problem.

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A man in a bunny suit, leaning against a luxurious bar in a club. He's wearing a black jacket over the top of it, and looks a little flustered and remorseful as he informs the viewer that his shift ended ten minutes ago, and asks them to try again tomorrow before apologizing once more.

Very much late to the party, but it looks like one performer's about to leave...
Not to be discouraged, though- he's glad to see you. It's just been a long day.

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A splash into effervescent light. It looks like pastel water being plunged into, with a gradiented palette of blue, purple, then gold highlighting the image. Blurry, blackclad arms delve deep into the light, causing bubbles and contrast.

The continued splash now bathed in sepia. Xembre Adrias emerges from the pool of light, holding one hand close to his anguished face, mouth open in awe as the other extends behind him. Two other arms, clad in different apparel that he's worn through the ages, stretch and curl behind him, caught in the blast of light spray.

beneath, I know you can't be tired.

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A leafy plant, partially obscuring a large bed with red and white cushions atop the side. A Hyur with a scarred back hugs a black cushion, blanket swathed around his form while four cats cozy up around him and snooze. Two cats, small kittens, are starting to wake up.

A view to show the man peeking out from under his arm at the waking cats. His eye glows in the dark, and he is eyeing one of the cats as it flicks its ears back, noticing its offspring becoming more mobile.

This is a regular occurrence now.

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Xembre Adrias, sitting on the seat of a low-rider motorcycle. The desert sun sets behind him, casting a warm glow upon the hunk of metal and his own person as he stares intently off into the distance. A halo of cigarette smoke lifts and circles his face, and between his fingers sits one cigarette, then between his lips, three more. It's a four cigarette problem that he's trying to solve, you see.

Four-cigarette problem.

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parental advisory- explicit content.

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Two Xadriases, side by side. Both wear a large scarf to hide their throats and heavy sweaters, presumably because he is still in Coerthas at the time of the Heavensward patches. The first Xadrias has he with a neutral, slightly tired expression and a shockingly clean face sans faint eye bags and his beauty mark. His left eye is squinted more than his right, and his hair is longer, presumably tied back. He holds his hand up in a thumbs up, and beside him is a label that dictates he is wearing a 'ponze of makeup' (in denial), giving context to the lack of details. The second shows him with shorter, messy-cut hair and heavier eyebags, and a large scar on his left cheek, much more intense than he is usually seen with. His left eye is a lot more cloxed, and he looks considerably more exhausted from the recovery and process of covering it up daily. Two other cuts are on his right cheek, though a lot less severe and impacting than the other. Text points at him, saying 'Ah yes nothing can hide the horrors now', and scrawled beside him is 'i'm so fucking tired dude' .

xadrias doodles . post heavensward edition

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Unfort there's never really anything that I can visualize for Mr. Adrias if he gets older, but here's an image of him from like. The Beginning of the horrors.

rat of a child. #xembre_adrias

His hands were firmly planted on the table. Big brown eyes reflected from the stern glower that he tried to deliver to Mr. Peach Pitt, all trying to focus on the gravity of the situation. Xembre Adrias leaned over the sherbert-colored cat, and he kept his voice low- quiet, to avoid disturbing the bumbling little orange furballs tumbling around on the table. "Mr Peach, I think we need to have a serious conversation about your visits here."

"You're a hair and hind paw away from moving right into this place, and while the furdropping is a bit bothersome, you're a very affable friend, however..." Mr. Pitt gave out a little meow of question, his head turning to the side. The very well-kept cat still was avoiding the elephant in the room, but Xembre's eyes slid off his momentarily towards his two kittens, their triangle tails still sticking up and stiff in the air as they bumped against their father for support.

"- Did it ever cross your mind to mention you have a whole family that's moving in along with you?" At that, Peach Pitt's head straightened up, his chest puffing out slightly in pride of mention of his little family. A quiet mew was heard from the smaller, runtier kitten as it bumped into his hind leg, and the other took a little start-up run towards the Hyur's gloved hands.

As it ran over and began rubbing against Xembre's wrist, the Hyur leaned back a bit to watch the kitten explore its father's friend. They were darker in pattern than the sherbert cat, and most certainly lacked his signature coat of glitter embedded into his fur. But they were friendly- old enough to explore. Xem was still concerned for the tiny creatures' wellbeing while they were here all along, but as long as they had a parent in here with them... A sigh left his chest, and Mr. Pitt's contemplative gaze shifted up to his, his tail flicking around behind him to wrap around his legs. "Okay," Xembre said with relent. "just don't let them near the vivarium, okay? They /are/ very cute."

Surprise family visits

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A man, sitting on a tree branch, leg half-wrapped around a sister branch to keep him ankled. His head is wreathed in Dravanian wildflowers, and a pouch sitting on his hip overflows with plant matter. He's wearing a wrapped green shirt, and brown tights and boots. He peers to the side as he leans his head against the sister trunk, glancing off to the side, a loose leaflet of paper held close to his face as if he was distracted while reading. Behind him, fog rises over a lake.

I could keep your secrets (in my vase, rot with my bouquet)

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A man in his study, hovering over an easel. He's painting the outline of clouds or tree foliage on the canvas, and is postured in front of a chair, not quite sitting down but not quite standing up fully. He has a pair of halfrim black glasses on top of his nose, and his face and forearms are splattered with samples of paint. Behind him, a candle glows warmly.

A close-up of him, hovering over his work. He stands poised with his paintbrush, critiquing his work and murmuring to himself, 'Shit. I'm pretty sure it looked like...' before trailing off, uncertain whether he needs to go out on the field and take a closer look at what he's trying to replicate or not.

sure, he has hobbies.

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Another set of entwined hands. The same gloved hands wrap around a sweater-clothed hand, pulling their arms in close. One hint of fingers are black with white ringed markings along the tops of the fingers. Some bubbles float in the background.

A second view, showing the more clothed arms are holding the more utilitarian-dressed arm back in a similar manner, as if to not want it to go.

you're shooting stars from the barrel of your eyes

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To sets of hands, holding each other in front of a stone wall. One set is bare while the other is gloved, and they gently hold each other's wrists and palms in cool light.

An alt angle, showing the mirrored actions of the hand touching. The background is darker, sinking into the blue watery lights of a lake.

i see your face and i know i'm alive

#xembre_adrias #rueination #rubre

Two sets of hands, gloved, entwined in the dark. One set is of a person with very white skin, and the other with very dark, gray skin.

Another angle, showing cool and watery light behind the sets of hands.

it just drives me wild.

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A man huddled near the railing, next to the crash. His knee is pushed up against his head, and he leans his forehead against the cap. Both arms are wrapped around his leg, his left fist balled up tightly. The air is dusty, smoky, and hot.

outtake i guess??

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A vehicle crash near a metal lookout. Fallen wires and railings splinter, and a fire erupts from a lowriding motorcycle that has seen parts fall and collapse off its frame. On the ground, nearby, its rider stays huddled not too near but not too far from the burning bike, its shadow cast long against the metal. A montage of clasped hands, all different individuals, is set below in scene as if they are individual film frames. The centrepiece shows a man hand in hand with a skeleton in front of a window.

i dressed you in her clothes (so drive me far away)

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cw: vehicle crash visuals

Xembre Adrias, clothed entirely in skintight black attire, riding a lowrider motorcycle on a dirt road. He's steering with one hand while the other grasps his halberd, holding it out and semi-ready as he steers through the fog.

A shot of him approaching the camera, showing a sharp grimace on his face. Dirt and dust kicks up around the turning tires as he hurdles towards the camera.

STOP ACTING SUBMISSIVE AND BREEDABLE AND START ACTING EVASIVE AND MANEUVERABLE- WE'VE GOT 12 MEN ON US!

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The loft, aka Xembre's usual resting place. He's sitting on his bench-bed, next to an open window that streams alight with the morning sun. There are still lit candles scattered about, and plenty of lush things hiding about the dwelling. He's wearing an oversized nightshirt, presumably some pants as well. However, his thighs and calves are uncovered, and dangling over the edge of the bench.

A downwards view of his back, all shadowy black from his nightshirt. The bed is lit with the sunlight, and shows a red and white blanket laid to the side. The mattress is blue. His head is bowed a little, his right hand resting on the corresponding inner thigh as he sits up, briefly basking in the sunlight.

mornings

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An abstract, cyan-and-blue tone image of a man resting in a lake, surrounded by large leafed plants and rocky outcrops. His silhouette is sunken into the water, with various cold and blinding lights all around him. Lotus flowers are scattered through the fore and background, though he holds one in his hands.

Further zoomed out. The little lush outcrop is isolated in the water, where the man stays stationary. Faint visage and shadows of trees, leafless and barren, are seen through the blinding fog.

no visions or dreams about you (came true for me)

CW visual strain
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A man with wavy, short-cut hair, gray in color. He's holding a cigarette in his fingers, and is glancing off to the side with a look of faint concern. His eyes are absurdly pale, almost glowing against the muted purple palette. He's wearing a brown aviator's jacket and a black turtleneck underneath, and black fingerless gloves. The background is mottled shades of dark blue and mauve, moody like a dreary, rainy day. His face is scarred- multiple lacerations on each cheek and his forehead.

ok i can draw. i worked it out and reasoned with my hands

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A white-haired man sleepily tucking his button-up shirt into his boardshorts. A black cat winds between his legs, looking up with an open mouth mid-meow. It has a very fluffy tail, and is swishing it back and forth. Xembre is glancing down at it, his bare legs exposed and a patchwork of scars, along with his forearms and chest.

json jart from a couple days ago

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Two silhouettes in cold natural light, streaming through iron bars of a frosted window. The silhouettes are one of a skeleton, which reaches out to touch the chest of a Hyur, resting its skeletal palm across his heart as he wraps a hand over the top of the tendonless metacarpals. The other holds the hand tenderly- gently. Warm light hits the back of the Hyur, while the skeleton is sunk into dark contrast.

The faint silhouette of flesh and bone. The Hyur's exposed skin barely shows up in the dark, while the skeleton is completely obscured by the shadows, sans the hand that stands out against his heart's prison.

would you carry me to the end?

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cw: spooky scary skeleton surprise

Xembre Adrias with a head injury, wearing Dante's outfit from DMC3: Dante's Awakening. He's standing in the rain, grinning broadly as he holds his arm up, thumb up in the air. The lyrics to DEVILS NEVER CRY is pasted over hm.

remade some hashtag old hashtag shit

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The Twin Peaks opening title, showing the sign to Twin Peaks and the mountainous backdrop in which the show takes place, surrounded by Douglas Pines. Instead of the title card 'Twin Peaks', it says 'Xembre Adrias'.

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