#paradise campaign

[s4lmonsk1n]

alright fine ill post my oc

[staniqs]

Louise, the stonewound 🏜

oc work (:

[parakissworld]

YVMIN SS23 Paradise Campaign

‘hair accessories’

[nythscribble]

RP header for my boooooy

[colubridaes]

a little icon i made for my partners Still Paradise oc, Hemlock/Damian!

he is my little man and i adore him so much 4/14/2023

[wildinstyl]

A highwayman given a second chance at life, in return for an impossible task.

Topanga!!! My character for the Paradise Parade campaign. I'm confused as to why I never got around to posting her art.

Background is by Narabus

[pepsi-pop]

Forgot to post my Chauma Icarus art... I want to redo the lighting on this bc I did the shading after four hours of drawing at 1am BUT.... I'm still pretty proud of it

[zegalba]

YVMIN: paradise campaign 'rabbit on midsummer night' spring/summer 2023

[labyrinthe-system]

Sword AF is taking over our life. Here's Weasel, everyone's favorite summoned spirit band.

[ghostlightart]

was watching swordaf and couldn’t get the image of Delores Paradise’s mom thighs out of my head

[le-brave-des-braves]

An hour before sunset.

((I have been too busy to create any visual content for the current campaign Ney’s Painted Paradise.

And this Sunday I had an opportunity to photoshoot my new 1810s civilian costume in a park and this particular shot is my favourite - please notice the reflection of the photographer - the lady in the red dress representing Aglaé Ney - @thistlesandstories

Should I add more costume photos to go with the RP?

PS: I passed the Monday’s exams and now I have to defend my thesis on Friday . I hope my defence will go better than the Ney’s, although the probability of saying something stupid is similarly high.))

[dim20-stims]

"Would you like a hug?"

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[staniqs]

the stars call...

commission on discord [:

comms are open!

[spatialapprentice]

everyone my friend kirby monger @kirbymongerr is trying to create the worlds first cheeseburger for men because there is currently no way for a man to eat a cheeseburger. We aim to advocate for a world where anyone anywhere (even if they are a man) can eat a cheeseburger. I am making this post to let people know of our future campaign. We only have the bare foundation so far but I hope you all can spread this message of awareness of the injustice that is faced in the world.

thank you everyone I look forward to your support

[perdicinae-observer]

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Epilogue. 𝐈

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[ 𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 ]

Familiar.

The floor his back was against, the ceiling he was staring up to, and the cold air that gripped his lungs once more.

He looked towards others, slowly recovering from their dazed state; Ney— now wingless —was safe, alongside Levavasseur and Soult secured right by his side, so were Duroc, Murat, and Marmont.

They were back at the gallery— back in reality.

...

The false king was nowhere to be seen, whatever that thing was. What matters here is that they were finally free from that wretched place and that they were here. They were free to go home.

...

Though Davout found himself disoriented...just how long were they in there for? What day was it?

...

And why wasn't he happy?

Ney was back here safe and sound and so were their comrades...but Davout could not feel a thing.

Expecting some semblance of joy, now that they have returned to their...reality, his mind remains numb.

Truly, he could benefit from some floor time, but seeing that others had collected themselves and begun to talk to one another— this was his sign to leave.

He swiftly made it by whatever ruckus Soult's ADCs were up to and out of the place without much trouble.

And so he did; as if nothing had happened, the bespectacled marshal gathered himself and made his way out. He spared one last look at those who had come along on this journey from the corner of the gallery's entrance and slipped away— as if he was not there in the first place.

His duty here was done.

...

[*sigh*]

Soon enough, the great cold atmosphere welcomed him into its rigid embrace once again.

Davout looked up at the sky without a reason in mind, pulling his cloak close as his breath fogged in the air.

Perhaps he was trying to dissect this journey and the events that had occured—that would explain why his eyes began to feel damp.

Slowly, Davout looked back down at his undead mount waiting by the dirt road; its eyes were empty and its form stiff just as it was—it had not moved an inch since the marshal had departed.

He approached his most loyal companion and wrapped his arms around its neck, burying his face into it.

The horse did not respond; it only waited for its master to return to the saddle. That was all it was created to do.

With a shaky sigh, he mounted the steed once more and rode off.

In the silence occupied only by galloping and the wind, away from prying eyes, and towards his isolation once more— in what felt like eternity since it had last occurred;

the Iron Marshal wept.

[childactress]

a list of media inspired by, about, or loosely adapted from the life of mara banks:

a number of mid-quality songs by mid-quality bands and the mid-quality ex-boyfriends/lovers of mara's. that subgenre of rock/alt/indie/knockoff fall out boy that tells one-sided stories about attractive but damaged^tm girls with daddy issues who outright ruined the guy's life. accuracy and scathingness vary from song to song. you've heard one or two on the radio before their shelf life was up.

a comedy stand-up routine from one of mara's Big Exes. he never identifies her by name, she's this actress i was with for a while. they're less insulting and more utterly damning by their truthful (sometimes exaggerated for the sake of a laugh) reports of her unstable, mara-typical behavior during their time together, and she becomes a recurring joke throughout. she snuck into a show once, sat and sipped at the far-off bar with a far-off look, and stayed for about ten minutes. when he later landed a deal with netflix to film and release a stand-up special, he didn't include the routine in the material; mara doesn't know if that makes her feel better or worse.

starstruck: the banks story. a lifetime movie released a handful of years after arthur and donna's deaths, capitalizing on the tragedy in the hasty way that lifetime movies do. cheap, gently exploitative, the bad type of campy. it made mara (and her sister) pretty angry at the time, but now on a good day she can watch it with a bottle of wine and laugh at the sheer inaccurate nerve. the character of mara isn't around very much and is laughably depicted as a docile sweetheart rather than the spitfire that even pre-end times mara was.

mr. and mrs. banks. a 2020s biopic that also features young mara only briefly, instead covering her parents' marriage and careers with a thematic focus on their tragic love story in tinseltown. it's not a bad piece of work at all, written by a highly-regarded husband and wife duo. a turning point in mara's life: she possessively pursues and wins the role of her own mother, blonde wigs and all. it's a deeply emotionally invasive experience, obviously. and weird as hell falling in fake love with her own dad('s on-camera imitator). she turns in a hell of a performance and comes out the other end with a better reputation and a renewed if slightly cautious interest in hiring her, having reminded hollywood that hey, this girl can act. her world turns inside out, a psychological reckoning. she shakes off some bad habits, picks up a couple others; she dyes her hair blonde during the press tour - a suggestion from a studio suit to emphasize her natural close resemblance to her mother and thus promote public interest in the film (the americans who still remember the complete banks family unit: that's her now? wow, she looks just like her mom.) sadly, fatefully, she lives a long time seeing her mother in every mirror she passes, which has exactly the effect on her psyche that you think. an actress who came back from the dead even deader. tragedy come full circle. meet the new mara banks. a much, much slower kind of car crash.