Lady Varissara Rosebrook || Lady of Lies || Face Claim - Dove Cameron || Wra - Horde
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I was made from hungry mouths
thoughts #194 | r.m (via ibuzoo)
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From the novel “Under the Oak Tree” by null hypothesis _
Fanart for a Korean novel “Under the Oak Tree” with inspiration from Inge Prader’s recreation of Gustav Klimt’s “Beethoven Frieze”.
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Why is everything handmade with love? I want things handmade from spite: the skill you learned from your horrible estranged mother and you now have made your own. I want things handmade from staying up till 3 am watching a horror movie and frantically knitting to quell the sense of dread. Give me something handmade with horniness. I want one of the 20 ceramic bowls you practiced making at home so you could seduce your crush in pottery class sell me that. Sell me something handmade out of pettiness, quilted from your exes sweaters. I want something handmade with caffeine withdrawal anxiety and something handmade out of necessity like the sword you forged to survive the harsh winter when you got lost in the forest and you had to hunt to survive, but you made it through so now you can sell it on etsy. I want
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Do any of you know about that one painting with Aphrodite being born out of lava with a black swan by her side or did i completely hallucinate that? Been searching for a while but i can’t find it for shit.
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some of you have never wandered out into the woods at night to make a sacrifice to an old god and honestly it shows
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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; “Firesong,” (edited)
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Digits draped in fine golds and silvers forged to rings and chained uncurled from the arms of the grand throne that the Lady sat herself upon. The light patter of foot steps sounded that hollow walls of the cold manor that little called home. A ‘tsk’ rang through from the stranger that approached, but that stranger was all too familiar. “You let your sparks fad, M’lady.. A true pity.” Scoffed the empty voice.
The Lady ran her hand over the fine fur cloak that covered her person before she dared reply to the dangerous stranger that lay before herself. “What a true surprise, Crylliva, here to reclaim my,” The word was drawn out before she finished, “Empire?” The Lady’s head tilted to the side as she questioned the woman.
The stranger replied in scoff as gloved hands moved to run over the fine crafted pillars, and the edges of portraits that decorated the walls. “Of course not,” The hands recoiled from the walls as they gestured toward the stranger’s self. “I am but a lone bounty hunter here to only serve the great Lady Rosebrook.” In a fluid movement, the stranger dropped to one knee in a grand bow. The Lady only replied in smirk.
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Interest in RPing with someone shouldn’t stop when you learn they have a love interest or potential love interest. If that’s all you’re after, then don’t follow me. Kthxbai.
There is so much room for friends. Relatives. Enemies. Anything. Stop being assholes over the thirsty ass bullshit.
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