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hyetori · 2 months

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becazu · 7 months

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15. Dagger

Cute Silent is sitting under the blanket :3

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puofies · 6 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ 𖠵 ۪ 🎂 ֹ ᰔ ּ 𝅄

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ayzrules-art · 2 months

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a lil intro for moon-and-seraph's words into potions event this march! definitely check it out if you can; they've put so much work into making such a cute, motivating challenge for us!

WILT AND BLOOM .

GENRE・Fantasy (specifically, second world urban fantasy) WARNINGS・Body horror and plant-related body horror, mild gore, physical/emotional abuse, implied/fade-to-black sexual abuse, violence, torture, nonconsensual experimentation, abductions/kidnapping.

SUMMARY・Sworn to serve the Blooming Court and its fickle blossom-queen, Alejandro has resigned himself to an eternity ensnared in the treachery of fae lords and their patronage contracts—binding agreements drawn in blood, and in the flowers that sprout from his bones each spring. But everything changes when he rescues a girl cursed to die as a star.

First, Alejandro must accept the help of a traitor. Then, the manhunt to bring in a heart-eating Oathbreaker wreaks havoc on the centennial Ascendancy, uprooting all his attempts to save Genevieve. To make matters worse, the embers of an ancient war are flaring back to life: the Blooming Queen and her Withering half-sister have been battling for centuries, the magic of the land sickens with the pollutants of the modern age, and investigating the curse reveals a deadly truth that leads to more questions than answers.

As Genevieve grows weaker, it all comes down to Alejandro to put an end to a battle between the forces of life and death and wilt and bloom—a battle that may just be the end of the world as he knows it.

[aesthetics + court info under the cut]

COLOR PALETTE .

The Blooming Queen’s hair as it is when the story starts: a rotting, brown-sweetened gold, like a bruised persimmon, pale orange undertones mottled with the hues of overripe peach flesh.

All the reds of an autumn forest, but especially the deep, bloody reds that certain trees produce—crimson with a cool tinge to it, a violet-indigo like shadows blooming at twilight.

The dry, wilted brown of fallen leaves; the papery chestnut of dying grass; the goldenrod that adorns fields in sways and swirls until first frost.

Dusk-light that pours like honey, a sighed warmth that pools into all the places where you have gone hollow.

The depthless dark of the Withering Queen’s eyes, like earth black with everything once-bloomed and dying; the burnished gleam of the wilt-prince’s eyes, dark like his mother’s until the light hits right. Then, they’re veined in the softness of mercy.

The orange ember-brilliance of Tselvya’s flames, of Genevieve’s hair, of chrysanthemums and marigolds throwing flamboyant blooms into the slow subside of midsummer sunshine.

THE BLOOMING COURT .

Butterflies and moths and beetles have domain over this land, where the flowers are bright and the berries overripe, sweet and heady and repugnant. The Blooming Queen dotes upon them, and they grow larger than they have any right to be.

The fae sworn to the blossom-queen adorn themselves in red, red jewels and red flowers and red life, carnage bloodied down the tips of sharp teeth and talon-pointed nails. They pluck the eyeballs out of freshly slaughtered game and feast on fruit bruised to the point of bursting, and all the flowers they touch bloom big and bright and radiant, incandescent—almost frighteningly alive.

Death will always be much too slow to come, here where life rots to the very core.

THE WITHERING THRONE .

The wilt-queen rules from a throne of bones and moonflowers, and her flesh is so brittle that she appears to be no more than a dead body propped up in a borrowed imitation of life. A single touch of her finger leaves spiderwebs of pale mold behind, dozens of white moths fluttering about her shoulders and settling atop the crown of fresh roses adorning her hair. As the moon rises and falls and rises again, the moths drop all around her, and the roses lose their bright sweetness, rotting into a slow, violet-brown mass, until the Withering Queen is draped in nothing but corpses.

The wilt-queen offers her white-clad followers all manner of delicacies over the course of their midnight banquets, and she eagerly partakes in the festivities herself, her dainty corpse-mouth red with the hearts of small, dead creatures. She caresses bony fingers—spindly like the stems of wilted flowers—down the edges of dewy blossoms and trapped prey animals before she drains all the life out of them, her face going from dead-eyed translucence to pink and flushed in the space between one exhale and the next.

Birds and insects and rodents die at the hands of the Withering Throne, laid to rest in the soil, and the Withering Queen feasts. She feasts.

#MS: WIP Intro #w&b #edit #my writing

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xanthezhou · 24 days

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Edward Albee, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1962)

#edward albee #whos afraid of virginia woolf #quote #sad!#w&b

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sadtrademark · 29 days

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S>A>D> Camiseta algodão > Logo-Estampa, ícone "ST" (SAD Trademark).

#display only #sadtrademark #sadtm #stigma #pale #w&b #clothes #roupas #pessoal

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nobuyoshiaraki · 4 months

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荒木経惟 Nobuyoshi ARAKI

#photography #portrait #art #nobuyoshi araki #荒木経惟 #w&b

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ayzrules · 2 months

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find the word game

thank you to @maddstermind for the tag! <3

words: whisper, watch, warm, war

whisper

The entryway reveals the wafting scent of woodsmoke, and the heady, heavy-honeyed perfume of narcissus flowers and falling leaves. When summer begins its slow subside into frost, gleaming and golden and glorious, Adrian always smells like the rain-whispered autumns of Alejandro’s hometown, memories unearthed from centuries past.

watch

Breathing still sends acid lancing up his throat, but Adrian’s attention drifts away, and Alejandro can almost think properly again. He watches Kyvana for a moment: the Blooming Queen’s gown is cocooned in lacquer-black butterflies, a shimmering swarm taking the place of jewels and mottling her torso like poison spots. Genevieve draws up alongside him, and the neat drape of her capelet is almost austere against the thorny ribbons and dewy leaves and too-ripe roses spilling out from between the dancing wings of Kyvana’s ensemble.

warm

“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Tselvya’s voice slices through his thoughts like a boning knife to the corpse of a prey animal. Vere can taste blood in his mouth, warm like the final desperate beats of a dead creature’s heart.

war

The snow falls and falls, cloaking them in a soft, silver-clad silence: one that’s immediately broken apart by the shouts and clamor of a war camp after battle, barked orders and trundling carts and mage-healers scrambling to tend to the wounded, their figures no more than hurried silhouettes behind the swirling shadows and storm-flung frost.

tagging: @kaylinalexanderbooks @circuslollipop @bebemoon (no pressure!)

your words are tape, grass, leg, and bottle!

#my stuff #w&b

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mphoto01 · 1 year

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Happy New Year 2023

#sapporo #monochrome #w&b

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to-pick-ourselves-up-7 · 1 year

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I say this with all my love @fromtheboundlesssea

#i have one job #it's for the greater good #PIS #TG #NKAA #TPS #FDH #W&B #NGNM #ITS

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fithragaer · 9 months

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I’m really enamored with the dynamic of two characters who work perfectly in tandem, like pacific rim drift compatible level, but they don’t like each other. It’s not even as strong an emotion as hate it’s just a very neutral-negative dislike, but they still act in perfect concert and their individual abilities are fully complementary

#text #alma’s liveblog tag #perso #i have unintentionally created this b/w nes and astarion #like they always share initiative. perfect for exploring bc both are rogues. great for platforming. ultimate sniper duo.#-3 approval. when I click him he says don’t touch me #the posts

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becazu · 7 months

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I forgot to post

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11. Wander

I liked watching Wander Over Yonder and My little pony as a child

So, I came up with Nightmare version Sylvia and drew her

Now, I redrawn her for inktober