#Raisa Flowers

[zendeyas]

Precious Lee makeup by Raisa Flowers – Interview Magazine

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

love seeing kelela in her fashion girl era

[auntymurda]

[pro-royalty]

Precious Lee for V Magazine

[whenlovetriestoleave]

"opposites attract this spring!" : celina ralph, ugbad abdi, amelia gray, precious lee, sara grace wallerstedt, chloe oh, ashley graham, heather diamond strongarm, & gabbriette by jack bridgland for v magazine issue 146, spring preview 2024

styling by nicola formichetti, makeup by raisa flowers, hair by evanie frausto

[taffetastrology]

The signs as Raisa Flowers beauty looks

Aries

Taurus

Gemini

Cancer

Leo

Virgo

Libra

Scorpio

Sagittarius

Capricorn

Aquarius

Pisces

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JT and Kali Uchis Ph. by Marina Vengut

Kali’s Makeup: Raisa Flowers Assisted by Eunice Kristen Nails: Elizabeth Garcia Styling: Timothy Luke Garcia

JT���s Makeup: Mollie Gloss, Hair: Tevin Washington

[distantvoices]

Amandla Stenberg by Bella Newman for Interview Magazine June 2024

Styled by Becky Akinyode. Hair by Jadis Jolie. Makeup by Raisa Flowers.

[alilabaroli]

You were supposed to retire. After nine years of living on the outskirts and hoping your past wouldn't catch up to you, you decided to call it quits — your biggest nightmare was proclaimed dead, old faces forgot you, and you were nothing more than folklore by now. But life wouldn't be this easy. Not when a letter from your old tutor arrived, asking for help and raising suspicions, forcing you into your past again.  It's been almost a decade, but you're still Atlas Fyndor. You're still a vision of seers. You're still everything they're afraid of.

Play as a “retired” soldier whose future was taken away, and force your way through court intrigues, messy political matters, and personal vendettas to find your tutor and uncover the mysteries surrounding their disappearance. Prove yourself as a curse or a blessing to the people of Braeles, and see the chance to kill what has been killing you for the past decade.

choose your appearance, sexuality, pronouns, alias, personality and skills;

forge platonic relationships from enemies to foes, gathering enough people to help you with your objectives or to make you the villain;

befriend or romance “one” out of six characters, each one with a unique route and obstacles;

have a bird! A good pet that loves you and clings to you like a child does their mother's skirt;

explore a world full of magic, fantasy, and culture while discovering the mystery behind your tutor's disappearance and your brother's death.

SILVER COMMANDER (the guilt), [they/he], RO., demon.

— There's whispering about the new Head Commander; how their shoulders don't stiff, how their head doesn't bow, and how their cowardice makes him the most deplorable thing in the Army. Regardless, they were chosen by the ruler herself, and no one would dare contest the Queen.

LADY VAMPIRE (the fuel), [she/her], RO., sensitive.

— No person in Braeles wouldn't know about Caroline Dourado's accomplishments. An unfortunate mage who made her way through thick and thin to get where she was. Being under her employee, the rumors weren't entirely far-fetched – Caroline was extremely rude and arrogant. But she was your only way to your objectives.

MADAM DELACORTE (the means), [she/her], RO., human.

— You never thought someone as well-known as Jacqueline Delacorte would require such low-fitting services. As the blossom, the rose, and the charm of Braeles, the deals Jacqueline hid behind her white gloves and flowered fan made you second-guess noble families. But you weren't about to bite the hand that fed you.

FEATHERHANDS (the memory), [he/him], RO., human.

— He glued on you against your will; a laid-back, good-humored thief, Alyk forced his way into your low-profile life until you had no other option but to keep him. It wasn't all in waste, at least – if there's one thing Alyk can do, is to make everything you ask him to. A loyal dog to the end. There's only one way this can go.

EMIR'S HOUND (the blade), [he/him], RO., dragon.

— You may be the worst thing the army could make, but you were never a dog – not like him, not like Terra. And you hate him for it. You hate his loyalty, you hate his fear and you hate the love he swore to have for you. You hate him like it's a religion all by itself; no wonder that still to this day he’s known as Icarus Emir's good dog.

DIAMOND COMMANDER (the mirror), [she/her], RO., obscura.

— As the second in command of the Head Guard, Rhoda Nihiri is a valuable asset to the Crown Circle. She's not to be underestimated, nor cast aside – if her skills aren't enough a reason, then for her connection with Raisa Nihiri, the in-command of the Royal Guard.

DEMO (TBA) | [as of now: I have the Prologue and Chapter 1 half-way through. If everything goes according to plan, I may be able to drop it around march/april. For february, the main focus is the character's introduction posts.]

reblogs are much appreciated :)

[main tag: 'af:atog']

[tsatsked]

Vila's I1 outfit breakdown and

overanalysation

Head & hair

Babushka headscarf

Is awfully similar to kosynkas that Rayashkian women wear. I've classified it as babushka headscarf due to visibly bigger size and the inclusion of a babushka headscarf in 1st Anniversary exhibition. (the image is taken from this video)

Has an Item description that fits the neck scarf more - babushka headscarfs are not knit, and, during the 90-ies, are mostly worn by older women and church attendants. We'll return to the neck scarf later

Hairdo anatomy

Here comes OVERALYSATION! In another post I've mistaken the meaning of twin braids - they actually mean that the woman is married. Which is contradictory to the mainstream rusalki mythology and is fitting for vila mythology, since their main way of coming into human society was marriage to a human. Maybe it would be a suggestion of misteries of her life before Rayashki, but here's the catch - the loose hair and the ribbons! The loose hair, though, were not considered safe for humans, are both a symbol of inhumanity for various slavic mythological entities and a symbol of abrupt death for rusalki specifically. There was a ritual in which the maiden's single braid was unwoven, combed, and woven into twin braids by other maidens, right before her marriage - and it was included into beliefs around the restless souls. The ribbons, as far as I can see, were also way of saying "I'm not married yet". In conclusion, if to look at her haristyle through the lens of old Russian beliefs, she both follows and doesn't follows the expectation around the nymph-like group of creatures, and if to look through the lens of modern sensibilities, she feels pretty with traditional braids.

In "To Winnifred" anecdote, Eternity mentions to Brian that Rusalki have long hair, and all in-game depictions of Rusalki feature long hair. That indeed fits the mainstrean image of mythological rusalki.

Top Area

Scarf

In the Item description it's implied that the scarf is hand made

It's also stated to have patterns inspired the traditional cultures of the Far East, but I personally don't see the connection (but maybe I'm uncultured who knows). The pattern look like a simplified form of khokhloma though, which originates in Central European Russia

Shirt

Is a hybrid of modern office shirt (see: the buttons) and traditional shirt (see: the sleeves), with a ruffled collar

Coat

may or may not be unfit in the chest area - idk how to determine such tailoring nuance. Probably a second-hand

Has a sheep undercoat, probably a synthetic one

Bottom Area

Outer skirt

The folding and the camera angle in the main sprite makes it look like it has a mermaid cut, but other illustrations imply a pencil or a straight cut instead - which both fits the usual teacher dress code conventions of the setting and allows a more convinient inclusion of the inner skirt

Sash

Is tied in a weird knot and have a beaded lace woven into it

Inner (poneva) skirt

Poneva is actually an outer layer cloth piece, but who cares really

In the post-story activity it was stated that the poneva was made when Vila was taught how to sew by a Rayashki resident called Raisa

Poneva has a relaively simple cut and is held by a tie. Vila ties poneva in the back - I can imagine it's hella convinient for her transformations. It's not clear if the tapes on it are hand-made, factory-made or painted on

Boots

Am I seeing things or are they're slightly different?

Other Accessories

Flowers (mock oranges)

I've made a separate post about them. TLDR: the flowers fit her despite being a land species

Necklaces

No overanalising here except for necklaces being seen as a safety circle in Russian superstisions

Gloves

Looks like they're made of rubber or other elastic material and are cut right before the first visible joint of the thumb

Are likely used for covering up sharp nails, cold touch, and keeping fingers warm

[moireia]

another fic i may never write  ↳ raisa karenin, heretics 🌑

Raisa Karenin could never really settle. She was never given the chance.

How could she when every year meant a new village to hide in? Every year meant a new name to learn. At all cost, she had to keep the secret close—one she was never to show and never to tell at the risk of her own life. The secret that her mother could read lies in heartbeats, that her father could mend wounds with a touch, that Raisa could make shadows dance. 

It was hard to make friends when anyone, even another child, could be a threat. When her family arrived at Ryveost, Raisa decided to make friends out of the flowers in the garden and the characters in her mother’s stories. Raisa created the Witch of Duva and Koja the Too-Clever Fox as shadow puppets to play with.

All these stories and all these lies were Raisa’s protection. They were the warnings that kept her safe. They were the lessons she faithfully followed even after her father was lost to the sea. Even after her mother died.

Then, after Ryevost, there was Keramzin.

Even in the loss of all that she knew, there was something to be gained. Keramzin gave her Alina and Mal—her first true friends, the three of them drawn together almost inexplicably. Perhaps it was pity for the new orphan, quiet and a little strange. Perhaps it was sympathy, knowing too well the cruelty of the others who saw you as different. Nevertheless, Alina and Mal were kind when Raisa needed it most.

At sixteen they were drafted into the First Army. It took them on different paths but they found ways to stay in touch. While Mal tracked in the woods and Alina held onto a pen, Raisa took up a rifle and became a sniper. An efficient soldier who took dangerous missions and rose quickly in rank—anything she could do to avoid the Fold. Her father had many theories about what would happen if Raisa entered the Unsea. Would it respond to her? Would the volcra hunt her, seeking shadow summoner blood even from a different line than their despised creator? Would she pass untouched? Madraya argued the risk was too great to ever try.

But then Mal is ordered to cross the Fold. Alina sets a fire and damns herself to stay with him. What choice does Raisa have but to follow? Her mother’s voice echoes in her mind as Raisa steals a cartography uniform and sneaks aboard the Skiff.

For the first time, Raisa ignores the warnings. She cannot leave her dearest friends to the darkness of the Unsea. She would follow them anywhere—even if it means risking discovery.

[mcaquila]

Lastly, let's discuss the final book, featuring Raisa, the dreaded Winter Queen. ...Actually, there's not much I can say here without revealing loads of spoilers.

It has a faery on the cover, but she looks different than a normal Tolkienesque elf or a hot Sarah J. Maas character. The contrast of the flowers, which are so sweet, and her cold expression (no pun intended) is highly true to the book and its vibes.

Not much more to say.

...my only thought is...

If @spookyscribe left me to plan the cover all by myself... Raisa would look a lot more like Sephiroth.

But thankfully I was not left to my own devices. Raisa is a villain, but a bit more conflicted than ol' Sephy.

...You can see a whisper of Sephiroth in my original concept though...

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

[auntymurda]

saweetie for tush magazine. photography by jasonkimstudio. makeup by raisaflowers.

[pro-royalty]

Cindy Kimberly for Poster Girl SS24

[therealms-number1angirl]

clutching their pearls, sighing, "what a mess"

Raisa stands outside Han Alister’s front door, her backpack slung over her shoulder, and her heart beating erratically. 

Han and her had been meeting up for tutoring sessions for almost 5 months now. He needed help with writing his papers, having told her that he had struggled during the first semester when they had first started texting. This had led Raisa to offering guidance to him. 

They usually met in the library— Raisa’s suggestion. She initially liked Han during their first meeting. He seemed nice. But Raisa had known enough creeps in her short lifetime to be wary of what ’tutoring’ might mean to someone else. 

She had insisted that they meet in the library, and, sure enough, Han had shown up with his laptop and notes, prepared to learn. She taught him how to properly cite and format his papers, as well as read through and revise what he’s already written. 

Raisa wasn’t sure why he hadn’t learned these skills yet— since he was an eager student, and a quick learner. Han was vague on the details, but he had mentioned that his schooling had been inconsistent when he was younger. She tried her best not to pry too much. Maker knows Raisa wasn’t ready to talk about her own past yet with the pretty, blue eyed boy that had so thoroughly captured her attention. 

The library was closed today- some sort of open house for possible students next year— and Han had asked if she would mind meeting up at his place today. Raisa had agreed. After five months, she felt relatively comfortable in the presence of Han Alister, and she made sure that she had shared her location with Talia just in case. 

Now, she is standing on the cobblestone path leading up to the front doorway of an old, slightly run down, one story home within walking distance of campus, and Han is pulling the door open for her. 

It’s not the first time that she’s been in his house— hell, he’d brought her there and given her his sweatshirt the first night they met (which she should probably return at some point)— but it felt different, somehow, this time. 

Tinged with different meaning. 

The kitchen and living room were combined in an open concept layout. Han leads her to a threadbare couch in the living room, and gestures to his coffee table where his books and laptop are already set out. “Make yourself at home. I have the kettle on right now, I’ll be right back.” 

Raisa puts her bag down on the couch, nervously rubbing her hands down her jean-clad thighs. As she stares around the sparsely furnished room, her eyes catch on the open doorway to Han’s bedroom, noticing the blankets messily thrown across the mattress. Yeah, she couldn’t sit here anymore. 

Raisa gets to her feet, and looks at some of the picture frames hanging on the walls, her back deliberately turned away from Han’s bedroom door. 

There’s a photo of a blonde family, a man and woman, with a baby in the mother’s arms, and a young boy standing in front of his father’s legs. Raisa recognized the young boy as Han— the same blue eyes, and messy blonde hair that he had now. 

Next to that was another picture of young Han, this time next to two bronze-skinned children— one boy and one girl, both with their long hair in braids.  

A third photo was of a young, blonde girl giving a gap-toothed grin to a camera in front of a school photo backdrop. 

“Here you go.” The sound of Han’s voice behind her causes Raisa to jump in surprise. Han is standing behind her, two brown mugs with flower designs in his hands. “English Breakfast with cream.” 

Raisa smiles brightly, as she takes the offered mug from Han’s hand, and inhales the aroma. It made her feel giddy that he remembered how she took her tea. 

Was it because Raisa was so unused to kind actions that the simplest act of human decency was enough to brighten her mood? Or was it just him? 

Trying to steady her racing heart, Raisa comments lightly, “I like the flowers. Very macho.” 

“My foster mom got them for me.” Han replies, taking a seat on his couch. 

Raisa blinks, wanting to ask a follow up to that new detail, but thinking better of it— just like that time she’d asked him if he was here on a scholarship. 

The sound of their keyboards clacking fills the air between them, both of them working on essays for their classes. 

After about an hour, Han hands Raisa his laptop to read over what he’s already written. She’s marking up a sentence in his third paragraph when Han’s phone, sitting face up on the coffee table, begins to read. 

Raisa looks over, and catches sight of the name on the caller ID;

Han groans, picking up his phone. “I should get this.” Han gets to his feet, then, seemingly remembering his manners, says, “Please, excuse me.” He walks into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. 

Raisa manages to finish reading and marking up the entirety of Han’s essay, and Han was still on the phone. She considers looking around again, but doesn’t want to look like she’s snooping. 

Thankfully, Han exits his room a few minutes later, and plops back onto the couch. 

Raisa places his old laptop onto the coffee table. She bites her lip, looking over at Han. “Who’s the Demon King?” She asks him. 

Han groans, letting his head fall back on the couch cushions. He’s silent for so long that Raisa thinks that he won’t answer, before he finally says, “My grandfather. He calls to check up on the house every week.”

Raisa blinks, taken aback by his honesty. “So, this is his house?” 

“Since he came here himself.” Han replies, still staring up at the ceiling. “Nobody has used it in years, but when he heard that I got accepted, he gave me the responsibility of keeping the lights on.”

Raisa drums her fingers on her knee. “I’m assuming he’s the same grandfather you mentioned on Twitter?” 

Han blinks at her, as if forgetting that they followed each other. “Yeah…” Then his mouth quirks upward. “Are you stalking me?” 

Raisa’s cheeks flush. “It was on my timeline, it’s not like I have your notific— oh, shut up!” She playfully slaps at his arm, as he starts cracking up. She hesitates again. “Your grandfather… was he the one that picked up the other half of your tuition?” 

She regrets asking immediately, watching Han’s hand clench into a fist. “No. I wouldn’t take any of his money—“ Han shakes his head, his blonde hair falling into his eyes as he does so. “My foster mom, Willo, paid for the rest of my tuition.” He sighs, deeply, meeting Raisa’s gaze. “As soon as I start making more money, I’m paying her back every cent.”

Raisa blinks, not used to this much candidness from the man before her. That talk with his grandfather must’ve softened all of his usual walls. She clears her throat. “So, about your essay…”

Han nods, rubbing his hands together and leaning closer to her. “Alright, here we go. Give me your worst.” 

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