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never change, man !
#phantom of the paradise#potp#swan potp#nightmaretheater#65 layers and about 24 hours . Eeeyyuppp#Look into my beautiful mind boy#Its a bit unusual to what i usually draw#but i had to push a specific look for this piece#hopefully you all are picking up on the corperate look . the advertisment look#Sneeze. Anyways my point is industry destroys creative people. This includes swan#I feel like phrases like these ; how he was put on a pedistal…. it lead him to be Like That#as awful as he is he desperately needed help#it might seem like vanity on the surface#but i think its… more than that#long story short: we need to destroy the beauty industry. the skincare industry. the anti-aging industry#It ruined his psyche forever and he cant let go of the ideal version of himself he will never truly be again#i dont think he can at this point. hes in too deep and hes suffering for it no matter how much he feels hes fixed his problems#he cant accept a version of himself that isnt that perfect young man. because he never confronted his problems. he just ran away#anyways . Hi swath *punches him**kicks him*#i dont care if nobody gets me lalalalla my truths and headcanons are awesome forever and i live in my own reality lallaallal#sorry i think im gonna be posting about swan alot for a few months hes making me sick#i wass gonna post this earlier but my internet was real bad#*lays down in my pile of pillows* eat up boys. haha#sidenote: drawing white blond people is horrifiying. Boy your skin and hair are the same color. Introduce some contrast to yourself. Please#adding on: its inportant to note this focuses on him looking st himself in the mirror alot on purpouse#to remind himself what he ‘’’’really’’’’ looks like#the 4 middle pannels all represent that too . u have to be in my brain ri get this#sorry for unleashijg another swan essay in my tags. will happen again lol
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ART DECO OBJECTS From the Prince and Princess Sadruddin Aga Khan Collection.
Vanity cases, powder compacts and cigarette boxes are the backdrop for refined decorative effects, executed on the miniature surfaces. To look at, these feminine accessories are veritable masterpieces of creativity, fantasy and technique. Made from gold or platinum, they are enriched with precious stones and gemstones, and covered in mother-of-pearl, enamel or lacquer. (x)
The Myth of the East. CHINESE INFLUENCE:
1) 1927 Cigarette Case by Cartier Paris.
2) 1928 Poppy Vanity Case by Janesich, Manufactured by Strauss, Allard and Meyer, Paris.
3) 1930 Koi and Dragon Compact by Cartier Paris.
4) 1927 Dragon and the Pearl Vanity Case by Cartier with mosaic by Vladimir Makovsky, Paris.
5) 1928 Mountain Landscape Vanity Case by Boucheron Paris.
6) 1929 Vanity Case by Black, Starr and Frost Mosaic probably by Vladimir Makovsky.
7) 1925 Panther Vanity Case by Cartier Paris.
#1920s#art deco#art deco objects#aga khan collection#vanity cases#powder compacts#cigarette boxes#cigarette cases#feminine accessories#masterpieces of creativity#gold#platinum#mother-of-pearl#enamel#lacquer#cartier#cartier paris#boucheron#vladimir makovsky#janesich#strauss allard and meyer#chinese influence#art deco vanity case#art deco cigarette case#art deco cigarette boxes#deco#chinese art deco#1920s cartier#1920s janesich#1920s boucheron
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allowed myself the time to spend to write a scene because the fancy took me, ended up destroying my sleep schedule to write it, woke up at 4 pm just to realize it’s not good and i would need to redo it
#at least i kind of know why but this is why i am very wary of this#writing: the hardest thing for most always no reward. as everyone already knew#i’m not exactly re-inventing the wheel with that observation#fanfiction and creative writing in general is the most fruitless hobby because it takes immense skill to do anything halfway decent#and even if you get good then no one will read it and you can forget about monetization unless you are basically a chosen one#so as a hobby it’s literally just for your own personal enjoyment and that’s great but that’s why i have a complicated relationship with it#every fanfiction is like a vanity piece and it’s an act of self-love but basically serving no other purpose#except maybe a minor social one if you share and participate in writing or fandom communities#and i don’t have time for that… every time i try writing it feels glaringly irresponsible to do so#it’s like playing video games. dude i had so much fun but i can easily see my entire life gone in a matter of seconds#if i actually did that on the regular. the amount of enjoyable timesuck is so dangerous#the elbow-high diaries
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"Blue Dreams" by @alexvnderblvck
Feat. Megumi
#creative#design#minimal#blackandwhite#minimalist#minimalism#black and white#fashion#alexvnderblvck#art#moderninsm#modernart#contemporary art#yohjiyamamoto#numero tokyo#devon aoki#idmagazine#90s supermodels#90s aesthetic#90s fashion#90s anime#90s#alexander black#megumi#cinema#film#cinematography#vanity fair#peter lindbergh#david sims
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Lich-Queen, pt 6
(Fair warning: this is gory) If you want to read the rest of the series, you'll find links in the pinned post on my blog!
This time, my entry into the hall was triumphant, complete with fanfare. The highest nobles of Ceredell hauled the doors open like common slaves, and they pressed their once vibrant lips to trumpets. Hundreds of men and women turned at the sight of me, and a wave of clapping descended upon me. I flicked a manic curtsey, then gestured at the table before me, laid out as if for a buffet.
“Let me honour you all with a gift,” I announced. “Come, watch the death of the last nobleman of fallen Ceredell!”
A revenant wheeled Tamaris out. He was splayed on a board, arms spread apart. His face was white with agony, legs twisted. I tsked at him, inspecting his bonds. “Looks like your wings have crumpled, my butterfly,” I whispered. “I wish it could have been different.”
Tamaris met my eyes, and my half-dead heart crumpled to see the love in his gaze. “It is not too late, Ire,” he said. “Do not do this. Do not succumb.” His fingers twitched in my direction, an open hand offering forgiveness.
“It is you people who should apologise,” I hissed, slapping that hand. “I am taking my blood-right.” Turning to the audience, I said, “Let us begin our last course!”
Tamaris froze, finally understanding. I took the knife from Death-in-me, placing it along his chest. “I love you,” I said, loud enough for all to hear me. “And I will make you love me too.”
Then I began carving him alive. I started with the skin, peeling it from his ribs like lifting the skin off a potato. Tamaris howled in agony, his voice touching the heavens. My orchestra matched him, starting up an accompaniment of strings and bass.
Blood blossomed like a rose, painting my gloves crimson as I lovingly opened up his flesh for the world to see. His wings formed, dripping red as my butterfly of torment emerged from his chrysalis.
With my magic, I kept him alive beyond the bounds of humanity. As I hacked out his ribs, pulling the first hunk of meat and placing it on a plate, I was struck by the beauty of his face. Even weeping, eyes bulging, nails ripped off from clawing at wood, there was a noble gallance to him. I smiled, and tenderly tore out another rib.
His wails did not stumble, did not falter, even as the delicious scent of grilled Tamaris emanated from below my stage. I unravelled his intestines, the grey ropes spilling out, as the first of my new allies feasted on my love. His offal was affectionately wrapped around my arms, draped about me like a stole. Extracting his lungs, I regretfully turned his insides over to the grill for my guests.
His kidneys were next, laid out beside a leaky liver. With delicate care, I had left his heart framed in the hollow cave of his torso, like a singular rose in a vase. It pulsated and pumped, alien and oh-so-familiar.
Viscera dripped onto the floor with wet splotches, and I could not help but giggle. The power I held in my hands, to feast upon my own beloved's flesh, to create this masterpiece of butchery… It was, for lack of a better word, aortic.
I stuck my claws into his chest cavity and ripped out his heart, leaving him dependent on my necromancy to live. He was mine, once and for all. I raised my fist triumphantly, still-beating heart in my hands. The mass below me fell silent, the music fading, even Tamaris' ululations reduced to noiseless croaks.
“Know that I am Queen,” I announced to them, to my new allies. “I rule!” Words deserted me in my ecstasy, and I released a scream. It bounced off the walls and dug into my chest, no trace of the human I had once been within it.
My people let out a full-chested cheer, like the eruption of a volcano. A thousand voices held testament to my crown. I turned to Tamaris. His eyes begged me to stop this madness.
Spoilsport.
I kissed him passionately, lips touching his, coaxing his tongue out. The rusty taste of his mouth made my dead heart race, a virgin on her wedding night. I closed my eyes, pulling him closer with an assertive arm. For one moment, we could be on the wedding altar.
But that moment ended. I closed my jaws on his tongue, sharp teeth severing it, and ripped it out. Blood gushed in the air as I gulped the slippery flesh down. “Ahh,” I sighed tenderly. Sensually, I ran my claws around the orbitals of his eyes, tracing his eyelid, probing at his eyeball. It popped out with breathtaking ease, and I devoured the gooey feast.
Placing his heart to my lips, I kissed it lovingly. My tongue delved into the gaping arteries, devouring it. Tangy flavour exploded on my tongue, and I basked in its divinity.
Was there any act more intimate than cannibalism? I could not think of anything. Those haunted sockets of his, mouth hanging slack, gory and broken beyond repair, held a bond deeper than any ring or vow.
This was true love.
I threw my head and laughed. Snapping my fingers, I severed my magic and his bonds at once. My love fell like a ragdoll, discarded and worthless. The ghouls would fix up all the remnants and serve it to my guests.
As I began walking away, the last dregs of my humanity compelled me to stop. I turned back, grabbed the hollow of his throat lightly, and whispered, “Have your eternal peace, my love. ‘Tis the least you deserve.”
#Whee don't you just love when a character finally loses her shit#Also go listen to Queen of Mean and Butcher Vanity they're Iraela's personality summed up in 7min#writeblr#writing#my writing#creative writing#writerscommunity#writing community#fantasy#spilled ink#short story#tw body horror#tw cannibalism#tw blood#tw violence#Tw gore
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DWC - Day 6 - Vanity/Feelings
"Minn'da, what are you doing?" The young girl asked her mother who sat upon her vanity mirror, brushing her long black hair. She reached up trying to grab the other large brush so she too could brush her own hair. "Zari, dear, You can't reach that! Here- Let me just-" Leandra laughed loudly, grabbing hold of Zaria and setting her upon the vanity. The giggling young girl beamed up at her mother finally reached for the brush and attempted to mimic her mother. "Men, dearest Zari, want a woman who appears perfect. So we must -never- slouch, slurp our food, lap up our drinks. We are to be the epitome of perfection in their eyes." Leandra said. "What is a pit-o-me?" Zariasona asked, trying her best to use the oversized brush to tend to her hair. Leandra laughed loudly at her attempted saying of the word. "In otherwords, We are to be the definition of perfection. We are to be perfect women in the eyes of men."
Zaria nodded up at her vigourously. "I can do that, Minn'da. I want to be just like you when I get big!" The mother nodded excitedly. "I know you will, dearest child. You, and your sisters, will grow up and become the -finest- women in Quel'thalas. You, and Sissy, and Kinnie. Men will fawn all over you, and I am sure you'll have to bat them off with sticks!" She was now howling in laughter. It wasn't long before the other two younger girls barreled into the room. "Minn'da!! Kinnie is hitting me again!!" Sisendra howled out. "I am not, Sissy! I was just trying to brush your hair!" Kinadra said. Leandra sighed deeply. "Girls, Girls! Calm down! Please don't be fighting! It's so unladylike!" In unison the girls spoke: "Yes Minn'da." Leandra nodded approvingly, setting Zaria back down upon the ground. "Tomorrow, Ladies, we'll learn some more about what it means to be of noble blood. More ettiquette, alright? We'll do tea." The three sisters jumped in joy, and freely offered their giggles. In sporadic moments, the girls uttered a final, "Thank you, Minn'da!"
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#creative writing#moon guard#moonguard#roleplay#world of warcraft#void elf#void#februarydwc2024#februaryday62024#vanity#mother/daughter
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“Books are not about passing time. They’re about other lives. Other worlds. Far from wanting time to pass, one just wishes one had more of it.” ~ Alan Bennett
Creative Art • Between Petals and Pages • Thierry Lechanteur
#book quotes#alan bennett#books#creative art#thierry lechanteur photography#lamp#flowers#vanity#mirror
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📚 Let's explore publishing options!
There are three main routes to getting your book in front of readers; traditional publishing, self-publishing, and vanity presses. In today's Reading Room post, we'll weigh pros & cons to help you find your path.
#writers#creative writing#writing#writing community#writers of tumblr#creative writers#writeblr#writerblr#writing tips#writblr#publishing#publishing tips#traditional publishing#trad publishing#self publishing#indie publishing#vanity press#writers corner#references for writers#writing references#book publishing#helping writers#writer resources#writing resources#publishing resources#all about publishing#routes to publishing#how to publish a book
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Trendy Hipsters
She clings to attention as if it's the air she breathes Nothing's going well, unless all eyes are on her The matriarchy is just has bad at the patriarchy it's still kings, queens and peasants And she's ready to night any horse she can ride That blades a bit too sharp for this
She plays the latest fashion craze as long as it's in black Got to look the role of that nineties punk pagan fashion Fishnets and rosaries, and a chant to the west How do you base your entire religion on a movie? She rides the trends like an express way Feed her the next line, let her get ahead of the pack That way she can tell everyone how great they were At least before they got big
She likes the taste of the bad boys the ones with anger problems and mommy issues the guys crying after a few shots of whiskey slip down She calls it clay, and begins to right her mold Her fingers mapping out the identity she seeks Every religion was a cult at some point and her followers watch her human sacrifice to the gods Destroy his personality using nothing but sexual organs
She knows how to make anyone love her Somehow always knowing exactly what to say As long as she's involved in the stories she shares As long as she can talk about herself As long as she can masturbate in vanity
You stole that line for American Horror Story. The season with all the witches,
#writers and poets#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#poetry#spilled thoughts#spilled feelings#spilled writing#writing#my writing#spilled poetry#spilled emotions#spilled words#writers on tumblr#poets and writers#creative writing#writerscommunity#writer#crmsnmth#Trendy Hipsters#arrogance#pride#vanity#selfish#cult leaders#manipulation#brainwashing#molding
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there is so much about me when taken out of context that makes me believe i was destined to be someone's favorite professor.
#gripping the sing vanity white knuckled i was MEANT to teach at bryn mawr#i am your weird lesbian english prof who listens exclusively to jazz and old folk music and dresses like a conservative christian#but is very blatantly a communist#like i am spiritually a 50 year old creative writing professor at an elite liberal arts college.#carly.txt
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Date Night With Aegon Targaryen,What Would You Wear To The Wine Room Quarters Date 🌹
The Wine Room Quarters Date 🌹 Hello Everyone and I am at it again with my characters style boards. I want your feedback,tell me which outfit would you choose for a date with Prince Aegon Targaryen from House of The Dragons,leave me a comment on which outfit you would wear here on my blog, Instagram or Tumblr. You are in your living room and there is knock on the front door, it’s Sir Christian…
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The danger of civilization, of course, is that you will piss away your life on nonsense.
- Jim Harrison
#culture#civilization#society#vanity#commercialism#materialism#human#Jim Harrison#quote#poetry#writer#creative
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josh and ?? –- love for a shipping whore
#please drew fc and josh would be so fucking hot together#✨ ′ i'm a gay club kid who died and came back as a vampire ⦗ vanity ⦘#✨ ′ these pictures don't really do you justice ⦗ eyecandy ⦘#✨ ′ suddenly forever feels like a really long time ⦗ aesthetic ⦘#✨ ′ what i really want to tell him is to suck it ⦗ klaus mikaelson ⦘#✨ ′ oh wow–– a hostage situation how creative ⦗ dynamic; josh and klaus ⦘#✨ ′ except for the super hot one that i'm sorta dating ⦗ otp ⦘#✨ ′ am i a fool for falling in love with a monster ?? ⦗ otp; josh and rafe ⦘#✨ ′ how did i fall for the man that everyone fears ?? ⦗ otp; josh and klaus ⦘#✨ ′ everyone says you're a monster–– i think otherwise ⦗ rafe cameron ⦘
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Vanity
Here’s the thing about preening: it’s always a little performative, and it’s always a little personal.
I love myself. I love the way my hands wrinkle when I curl my fingers. I love how my hair catches the light as I comb it back. I love the sound of my nails, the uneven click-click-lick of restless thought.
Arrogance is a folly, and selfishness is a scar, but vanity? Vanity is a girl arranging the ruffles of her dress, a woman smoothing color over her eyes. Vanity is spinning, arms out, skirt unfurling in perfect waves. Vanity is catching sight of your reflection and thinking, “oh.”
Every morning, I hang jewels from my ears and rub polish into my skin. I am a Shakespearean witch, eyes in the future and voice in the present. I am a goddess, great and terrible, with tree bark flesh and mountainous bones. I am my mother, and her mother, and hers, a lineage of work and ambition from a land unknown. Here is a woman’s world. Here is where I stand in it.
Vanity is an art. You look at yourself, at chapped lips and rough skin, and find perfection. You see your mirrored face and learn awe. You stand and become yourself.
So here’s the sin: a woman smooths silk over the steel in her eyes, in her shoulders, in the curve of her hip and the spike of her heel. Here’s the sin: she smiles.
#feminism#femininity#vanity#to be clear: fuck off terfs#terfs not welcome#creative writing#my writing#makeup#jewelry#macbeth? weirdly?#nature#vignette#poetry#writers and poets#self image#self love
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"I took it with a pinch of salt. We both know how our mutual friend was. Sweet man, prone to misplaced faith. Shame, what happened. Yet! Here we are, whole and happy and smiling together once more. Lucky you!"
Joanelle Edwene, attempting to provoke Sam Guevenne into revealing himself in a crowded tavern.
#Shivering Isles#Hero of kvatch#sam guevenne#Martin Septim#Joanelle is not above using Martin as her golden ticket argument where she can#Woman shaped daedra made of pure vanity and inconsolable rage just wants the opportunity to fight another daedric prince#Sanguine is very chill for a prince but I think Joanelle's douchebaggery can outlast his patience#Unfortunately for her he's creative and would not give her the satisfaction of a head on fight
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