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New for Somber event.
Female set of 5 poses with skeleton.
This Ad was taken with a decor skeleton, for promotional purposes. (style card for it included) pose set comes with a basic shape skeleton to fit.
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You'll soon be hearing the chime
Close to midnight
If I could turn back the time
I'd make all right
How could it end like this?
There's a sting in the way you kiss me
Something within your eyes
Said it could be the last time
'Fore it's over!
Just wanna be
Wanna bewitch you in the moonlight
Just wanna be
I wanna bewitch you all night
Profile pic for Draik
Hair ~ Dura-U98
Jacket/shirt ~ Mossu - Calvin.Jacket
Pants ~ Mossu - Chase.Jeans
Background ~ .PALETO. Backdrop:. Bronx District
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Dress - Madame Noir "Rumba Dress" @ Mainstore
Boots - Madame Noir " Rumba Boots" @ Mainstore
LM: Madame Noir
Other items:
Skin - Guapa
Brows and eyes - Suicidal Unborn
Eyeshadow and lipstick - Suicidal Unborn @ Sabbath Event
Under eye glitter - Sera @ Anthology
Lashes - Void
Hair - Magika
Rings - Unholy
Pose - PiXit @ Kinky Monthly Event
Moonstone. Molten Shadow 8 Colors (wearing black)
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.:. Juniper .:. Dimpled Chin
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SHIMM CCXCVII Eyes Collection (Bonus Pack)
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[JIGOKU] Morgue Nails
I'm sorry I haven't been able to catch up on my friends posts. Will be sure to do so soon. Anyway made a funny shot out of this hallway photo.
Call it mad. Call it macabre. But don't even ask what this is. It's a gate to be sure but what else? Who knows. This photo represents some of the serendipitous discoveries one encounters while losing oneself in the steep and narrow lanes of a Genova neighborhood.
Shot with the Olympus E-M1, Mark II.
The Raven and its macabre companion.
At Bondi's 'Sculptures By The Sea', 2025.
See the amazing videos:
sculpturebythesea.com/sculpture-sea-bondi-2025-exhibition...
sculpturebythesea.com/sculpture-sea-bondi-2025-exhibition...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZVJbwsWK2i0
This is Sculpture 62 by the artist Ayad Alaqaragholli, from Iraq.
The artist says: "Ravens appear in myth and scripture worldwide, even as the first bird mentioned in the Hebrew Bible, where they symbolise divine care and grace. And the raven , of-course, was a pivotal character in Edgar Allan Poe's mysterious poem 'The Raven' (1845). The chair represents the place of human dwelling, a universal place of where life is lived."
Here at Bondi, the raven is accompanied by Miguel from Brazil.
Photographed by me on Saturday 1st November, 2025.
My Canon EOS 5D Mk IV with the Canon EF 24-105mm f/4L IS II USM lens.
Processed in Adobe Lightroom.
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♡ hair: Doe. - Marianna . Flux
♡ tongue: The DeadBoy Morus Tongue
♡ body, sleeves and stockings: - .Aitne. - Eliza nurse at Spookzilla 2022 Hunt
a special thanks to my best friend, Bart.
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Fuji X-Pro1 plus Helios 44M-7 at F5.6. The street litter bin stands for movement, things running in a cyclical way, in short, change. The brick wall and the concrete bollards in front of it represent the assumption of permanence and static immovability. It is an assumption only - and it is wrong. There are agents that easily break through our walls and bollards: unhappiness, loneliness, illness and, finally, death. Haven't we always known this? Did the medieval churches not show the "danse macabre", the dance of death leading everybody, young and old, rich and poor, to the bitter end? The litter box has got it right.
Taken in London ...
a sim by HERA but gone allready :(
part I:
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Whispers of Whitechapel, a macabre symphony,
Echo through the streets of this city,
In every dark alley, a secret they keep,
The secrets of the women who never sleep.
Their voices silenced, their stories untold,
By the Ripper's hand, their lives unfold,
Their blood stains the cobblestones, a permanent mark,
A reminder of the horrors that lurk in the dark.......
Poem by Emily Black