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wakeofvultures · 7 months

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I had a sketch of Myrtis (my oc from my fic) and Athenodora that I really liked. Unfortunately, I decided that they would be under a tree and tree shadows (plus an attempt at the vampire sparkly shine) means that I have to fight for my life with my artistic ability.

Commission Info (if you're interested)

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sweeteastart · 9 months

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💫KHOCWEEK 2023💫

Day 4 - Alternative Universe

@khoc-week

Mikana

Blue Island AU

Welp, it got dark all of a sudden.

So, to explain this piece a bit : I've been working on an AU for quite while now named Blue Island. To put it simply it's a kinda a remix of magical girls and kh together with a tad or realism as you can see. Designing the magical girls clothes all the while keeping the spirit of each character original ones was tough but gratifying !

For this piece I really wanted to illustrate the vibe of "oh we are in trouble. Huge trouble". In this AU, Sora, Riku and Kairi are pushed into this new world of being protectors of light without much training sooo... Let's just say the first few fights aren't pretty. I hope it's not too graphic I tried to keep it down

Myrti

Vampire AU

They looked at each other without really seeing. Eyes locked yet blind. Deep inside, numerous feelings were eating at both of the woman. Old, crumbled up memories crashed against each other in a silent cacophony.

Myrti was out of words. Out of ways to express everything. Larxene was too full of questions. All of them rushing to her head all at once, making it impossible to ask any. So they continued to look at the other. Like a stranger. Like a lover. Like a foe.

Everything rang true yet one was oblivious to the truth and the other refused to give it. And the blond vampire, truly, deeply wanted answers. To put reasons being the angry and vengeful actions of Myrti. To have a sentence -even a single word- to respond to the numerous "why" that had kept repeating in her head over the last years.

She opened her mouth. To say it. Say her piece. Or maybe just something. Anything. Anything that could break the silence and hatred. But the young woman before her didn't let her. With neither words nor action. Only her eyes.

The blond didn't remember the before. Before being Larxene, she was nothing -or at least that's what her inexistent memories told her-. Before being a vampire, for her, she didn't exist as a human. All this time, she reasoned herself.

"why care about it ? I don't remember it anyways."

Surely if she had been loved, if she had been cared about, someone would have looked for her... And no one came.

Looking back, it sure was a stupid way to think. A way of coping. Of not regretting. Of not staying stuck in the eternal loop of searching for the ghosts of those she didn't know about. Really, all she ever did was blinding herself. Turning away and running the furthest away from any possible problems.

Sure, she lived to the fullest. A life of excess and joy, the life of a creature of the night. She did as she wanted without a care and never did she regretted it. Not for a second. Not until she met her.

All along, she knew. She knew they were entangled one way or another. There was this pull, this mysterious invisible thread that always lead her back to Myrti. Yet she didn't question it. She didn't question the hate. The bitterness. The plain and obvious hurt. The blond covered her eyes. She played dumb. Just as she ignored the clear consequences of her past actions -even if she didn't remember them-, she also decided to not acknowledge her eyes.

The eyes she now gazed into. Full of pain, agonising loathing and regrets. She saw it. She saw for the first time the full extent of it. From the flamming hate... to the burning love. The care. Even the affection she tried to deny seeing in the other vampire.

Myrthi both loved her and hated her. One as destructive as the other. Both consuming her in every actions she took until now. And Larxene knew. Understood. She had to accept : she was the catalyst of all of it.

And that's it for today ! I hope it was nice to look and read ! Today's is pretty grim/angsty but zhwt can I say ? That's my jam !

#drawing horrified expression is always a roller coaster #tried my best lmao #also writing Myrti/Larxene relationship was so niceee #hadnt had the time until now but they make the greatest angst #kingdom hearts #kh #sweeteastart #dessin #drawing #dibujo #kh oc #original character #au #khocweek2023 #khoc

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vacantgodling · 2 years

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been thinking about prim & provocative a lil bit, and thinking about narci. unfortunately i only have a lot of other people’s opinions of her to go by (hya’s annoyance of her and her general perceived frivolousness by most others doesn’t help) but i waaaant to make more of her yknow. like if sis is getting a whole book about herself then i have to ya feel? i just need to understand her more.

edit; like she reminds me of lydia from p&p in certain aspects???? but she doesn’t mean harm???

#i also Don’t Know the events of her story #bc i know that on many occasions she’s gotten involved in the wrong crowd and it’s caused issues #i definitely believe myrtus leaves her — i don’t think they’re fully divorced when p&p starts but #separated probably #i know she’s kind of a mess about it #not because she ‘loved’ myrtie specifically no i think she just loved the confidence he imbued in her #if that makes sense #hMmMm #I NEED TO FIGURE IT OUT #*gnashing teeth*#s: prim

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artcentron · 15 days

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Megan Lewis: Portraying Black Masculinity and Life Through Art

Black masculinity and the beauty of black life are the focus of recent paintings by Baltimore artist Megan Lewis, whose works are a major attraction at Expo Chicago.

Black masculinity and the beauty of black life are the focus of recent paintings by Baltimore artist Megan Lewis, whose works are a major attraction at Expo Chicago. BY KAZEEM ADELEKE, ARTCENTRON CHICAGO-Months before the opening of this year’s Expo Chicago, art enthusiasts eagerly anticipated discovering artists whose works would captivate art collectors. With galleries from around the world…

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#African Diaspora #Art #Artist #Black Life #Black Male #Black Masculinity #Expo Chicago #Galerie Myrtis #Megan Lewis #PAINTING #Social issues

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brown-dirt-cowboy · 6 months

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The great Myrtis Dightman, "The Jackie Robinson of Rodeo"

Photo: Texas Monthly

#rodeo #myrtis dightman #texas

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darkxsoulzyx · 6 months

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Responses to being called “cute”:

Based off of the digital circus response thingy to “reactions to Bein called cute”

Dusk/Dawn belongs to Me (hehe)

Tycho (blue blorbo) and Sunspot (orange blorbo) belong to @garbagechocolate

Monarch (butterfly blorbo), Polaris (angel blorbo), and Priscilla (Little blorbo) belongs to @nebuladreamz

Myrtis (flower blorbo) belongs to @ilsole

Somi (big button blorbo) belongs to @smoljeanius

#fnaf fandom #darkzyx #fnaf daycare au #fnaf oc #fnaf daycare oc #daycare dumbbutts #dusk and dawn #dawn and dusk

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theweirdwideweb · 5 months

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Hey want to see something crazy. Here's 8 generations of direct lineage in my family, Direct meaning each person is the mother/father of the next.

Thompson Peters (1805-1884)

Clara Peters (1834-1882) Pictured with husband John Bailey.

William Clay Bailey (1865-1921)

Myrtie Mae Bailey (1886 - 1920)

Iola Casto (1914-1957) Pictured with husband William.

My Grandfather (1932-2019)

My Father (1959-2001)

Me! (1987-Living)

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garbagechocolate · 9 months

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Myrtie Grippers

#trashlate #doodle #shitpost #art #digital art #myrtus

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pagansphinx · 3 months

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Delita Martin (American, b. 1972) Star Children: I See God in Us series • 2019 • Acrylic, Charcoal, Decorative Papers, Fabrics, Hand stitching, Liquid gold leaf

(Image credit: Courtesy of Delita Martin and Galerie Myrtis)

Celebrating Black History Month with a selection of artworks and art history of Black artists.

#art #multimedia art #delita martin #contemporary art #american artist #art as activism #21st century art #black woman artist #woman artist #african american artist #activism art #black history month 2024 #black art matters #pagan sphinx art blog #art blogs on tumblr #art lovers on tumblr #art & beauty

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wakeofvultures · 7 months

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2 asks in 1

1) How do you picture Marcus’s gift ? Like literal strings (like “red string of fate” type of deal ) or a sort of sixth sense

2) do you have your own personal fancasts for the volturi and Myrtis ?

Whoo! 2 asks in 1!

This is very ramble-y, so I hope it's coherent.

(I'll put my response under the cut)

I picture Marcus' gift as a bit of both. I do think that he sees strings. He instinctively knows what each string means. Mentally, if he's looking for a sort of bond it would appear. So, I guess it would be like a sixth sense that he just mentally envisions with strings? I don't think he would need to manually sort through them, he'd think to kind of input a search (what's this person's bond with X? Does this person have a romantic attachment?) and the bond will present itself. He can also just look at a person and see the various bonds without a specific search. Like he's looking at them, and he can skim through the various threads floating around if he wants. I imagine that he only needs to see one side of a relationship to know about a bond (For example, before meeting Sulpicia, he would have known Aro had romantic feelings for someone, and he would know that this person felt the same way back but he wouldn't know anymore information about who Sulpicia was). I think that Marcus' gift is useful in battle because it not only helps identify leaders and relationships to exploit but also within a short distance, alerts him to nearby people potentially lying in wait if someone with relationships to that person is visible.

Okay, the very boring answer is not really. As a person whose media consumption has been mostly prose and anime/manga, I don't really have a large visual catalogue of actors to pull from. As a person who draws, I tend to just draw what I think they look like(to varying degrees of success). For Myrtis specifically, I did try to think of one, and the best I could come up with was Bailey Bass (who actually has a pretty good face shape for what I am thinking). She was already in a vampire show (Interview with the Vampire) and she looked young enough to play Myrtis. Honestly, I applaud everyone who does fancasting. I haven't really done it though.

#asks #socksandaslide #twilight #marcus volturi #oc: myrtis #fic: cracks in the crypt #volturi #the volturi #the twilight saga #twilight renaissance #abyssal talks

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sweeteastart · 9 months

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💫KHOCWEEK 2023💫

Day 1 - Instructions (2/2)

Sika

(She/Them)

Oh what would be my Khocweek without my sweet gurl Sika ?

Sika is new Keyblade master. She achieved this titled not without a fight as her fellow students either failed or unfortunately passed. Her grief is interrupted by the sudden crash of a boy on her isolated world. Sora will become unknowingly from this day forward the best and worst thing that ever happened to the teenager.

Whoah I'm so happy my girl is here again this year ahah love her so much !

Myrti

(She/her)

And here's my biggest surprise of them all : A New oc as appeared ! Well, Myrti isn't a new oc per say (she is about as old as Peche) however, this is my first KHOCWEEK with her ! Sooo I'm super excited ahah

Myrti was just another wielder in Daybreak Town. Just another kid doing their best to get through the lux collection in one piece. That was until she met them : Elrena and Lauriam. Three teenager, much like her, but that would change her fate forever. Not only did she join the dandelions, but by some ill fated destiny also the organisation. Even in their amnesic state, Myrti felt it. The connection. The echoes of an old feeling. The memory of long forgotten promises.

And that's it for today ! Again, I overdid it ahah but I can't help it ! The @khoc-week is my precious moment of the year and I'm ecstatic to celebrate it with everyone again in 2023 !! Thanks to the admins for their work and good luck to everyone ahah

#i may be very excited for this year ... ill also have less drawinf #drawing #life's thought but kh is stronger #soooo #ill probs will do 1 day-1 oc illustration for this uear #what about day 7 ?#hummm #we'll seee when we get there #kingdom hearts #kh #sweeteastart #dessin #dibujo #kh oc #original character #khocweek2023

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vacantgodling · 7 months

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on love and jealousy

wip: prim & provocative

character(s): narcissus spokes (she/her), myrtus spokes (he/him); mentions of tagetes gunn, iberis gunn, matricaria gunn, and lavendula calderon

finally decided to write something for narci because i wanted to figure her out more soooo have her and myrtie talking about their separation

tw(s): mentions of cheating and transphobia (not by either character but myrtus’s family has very rigid ideals of what a woman is that neither of them agree with)

“That’s not fair Myrtie!” Narcissus clutched the phone against her ear, sniffing grandly. She glanced up from where she was curled into herself at the side of her bed, at the large purple mirror hung on the wall. When she’d moved in, she asked her brother in law if he would put a bigger one in, to make the room feel more like her own; but staring back at her pitiful state like this was a torture all of its own. “That’s not fair of you to say that you never loved me. Every time you kissed my head, or bought me nice things because they made me happy, or called me pretty right to my very face was a lie then?”

“I never said I didn’t love you.” Despite wanting to stay angry, the even timbre of her separated husband’s voice over the line did wonders to calm her nerves. Maybe that’s why she was clinging to the phone so desperately; so desperate to hold onto any bit of him and the calm confidence he swept away with him when he left. It hurt her heart, yet it healed it. She was all befuddled.

“I did say that I don’t love you the way a husband ought to.”

“In what way do you love me then!” She cried. She kicked her feet, not that he could see it, and dislodged one slipper from her foot. It flew out and hid under the bed.

“As a sister.” Myrtus said gently. “As a friend.”

“Then what does Ris have that I don’t?” She cried. “Since clearly you love him more than just a ‘brother’ or a friend!”

You’re acting like a baby. The cruel voice in her head whispered. He has every right to leave someone as inconsolable and childish as you.

“I—“ Myrtus hesitated over the line, perhaps not wanting to insinuate her worst fears. But that was the problem with Narcissus, wasn’t it? She latched onto that hesitation like a falcon digs its claws into an unsuspecting rodent. “He does have something! I knew it! You can just say you never loved me—you’ve already gone and left me.” She spat. “I’m not sure why you’re trying to spare my feelings anymore, if I never mattered to you anyway.”

“Narci, that’s not it at all.” And despite how much she pushed him, Myrtus’s voice never wavered, never sounded cross or rose, and maybe that’s why she was staring back at herself in her silly wall length mirror so distraught. He was the one person who never seemed to become cross with her and yet somehow she even drove him away! It didn’t matter that he cheated; she could deal with that hurt to her pride as long as he stayed. It had been like a dream come true when Tagetes first told her that they’d arranged a marriage for her with the handsome Myrtus Spokes. A family friend for years and a man she remembered seeing around the family manor growing up. He and Iberis had gone to school together, and Narci never thought much of him, until that fateful day. And he’d smiled at her kindly and took her hand and said she’d be a beautiful wife and she wanted to sob all over again. She’d already wailed all the way here a few weeks ago, throwing herself into Tagetes’s side. And here she was, ready to wail again.

“Then what is it!” She demanded. “What is it about me that isn’t to your liking? Is it—is it my hair?”

“Your hair is lovely, Narci.”

“It’s not! Don’t lie to me!” She snapped. “It’s stringy and thin and, and, oh never mind that! Is it the way I dress? How I talk to people— oh I know I’m so chatty—“

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Narci.” His voice stayed even but even over the phone she could tell it was sharp. “And I’m sorry that this mess ever made you think that. You’re perfect.”

“But not for you!” Narcissus cried, and that was the crux of it. The line went silent for a long moment, the only sound being her helpless sniffs and heaves of cries that shook her body like a polaroid.

“No,” He finally said softly. “Not for me, not in that way.”

“But why!” She cried and she’d never cried so hard in her life. “Why?”

Myrtus let out a long sigh. “I didn’t want to tell you this, because I didn’t want to hurt you more.” If he were there, Narcissus knew he would run a hand rapidly through his hair, as he always did when he was particularly peevish about something. He still didn’t sound cross, just… uncomfortable perhaps. “But your brother and I have been in love for longer than you think.”

Narcissus could’ve guessed that. But she still bit. “Since when?” She asked miserably.

“Since we were boys, really.” Myrtus’s voice got quieter. “We began seeing each other when we went away to university.”

That she didn’t guess. She couldn’t have. She thought hard about the times that Iberis came home for breaks, and he never seemed particularly affected. Not around her, Tagetes (though, Getes probably knew, of course they did, they knew everything) or even their father, when he was still alive. They still seemed just as close but friendly as they always had. Nothing seemed amiss. Were there times they snuck away? Times where the soft lips Myrtus only deigned to grace her hand with pressed hard into Iberis’s neck or chest? Times where they went to town together and held hands like giddy young lovers that she never saw?

“Then… why…” Narcissus asked faintly.

Myrtus sighed over the phone line again.

“You know my parents.” Narcissus knew them but she never paid attention to them because Myrtus didn’t like them so why should she? His mother was a stuck up old cow, no different than her stepmother, and his father always regarded her with the same contempt you would show a mule. She could play friendly with them, never as well as Lavendula or Matricaria, but she could be tolerable. Yet, Myrtus never brought her around them much anyway. “They truly believe that traditionalist nonsense and wouldn’t accept me taking over the business if I didn’t marry a woman with the “correct parts.”

“Those being?”

“A cat*, of course.”

“That’s ridiculous.” Narcissus said immediately and in disgust. “You’ve been managing their assets since we were practically children! And they’re worried about the bits and bobs of who you want to be with?”

“I know.” Myrtus said and he sounded so bitter. He sounded bitter and angry and it began to dawn on her: in finally pursuing who he loved, he’d lost. He lost it all. Decades of work; of blood, sweat and tears to keep his family’s empire afloat. All washed down the drain like summer rain. If his parents were like that, then marrying her was the easy choice, the correct choice to them. Is that why Tagetes helped arrange it? Not because they wanted what was best for her… but out of pity for him?

Where did her feelings fall in all of this?

“I…” Narcissus suddenly felt so small. Felt so minuscule in the grand scheme of things. Just an afterthought, as she always had been, and Myrtus hummed soothingly over the line.

“I’m sorry Narci.” He said and he at least sounded horribly sad. “I should not have been cruel to you and hurt you like this. There’s nothing wrong with you, and there never was. I dragged you into my problems and you’re the only one suffering for them. There is no apology deep enough that I can give.” He sighed again. “Even still, it would’ve only fallen apart with time.” He said it, almost mumbled to himself, but Narcissus heard it.

“Fall apart?”

“My parents wanted grandchildren, and heirs. And, even if you and I had that kind of relationship Narci, I have no intention of having children.”

She didn’t say it but Narcissus felt much the same. She couldn’t bear to have another thing that she should be measured against Lavendula’s standard with.

The silence lingered until the phone line felt like nothing but a static buzz in her ear. Myrtus made no attempt to push the conversation further, just gave her time to digest everything she just heard. She was sat in her nightgown squarely in the middle of her bed. Her reflection gazed back at her. Same red rimmed eyes and brittle bottom lashes, saturated with tears. Her long, blonde hair hung straight down to her lap and pooled on the space there, spilling out like an unruly tidal wave onto the sheets. She looked so…

“Do you really love me?” She couldn’t help but ask. It’s not that it mattered anymore, truly, but—

“Yes, Narci.” Myrtus said, hushed. “I’m sorry that I couldn’t be the man you deserved.”

No. She wanted to say back.

I wish I could’ve been.

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*cat is slang for vagina or pussy, in case that wasn’t obvious.

#s: prim #ren writing #also if i see people demonizing myrtus i’ll fight you in the parking lot #this is a complicated situation and it will be treated as such

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hqtoussaint · 1 month

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Fine and Fabulous, Essence Magazine, Oct 30/202

Agnes Morris, 92

Murielle Abdulsamad, 46

Josephine Stokes, 80

Myrtis Jones, 60

Bertha Hagan, 104

Millie Cruzat, 77

#blackwoman #black woman

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whencyclopedfr · 1 month

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Télésille

Télésille d'Argos était une poétesse lyrique du Ve siècle avant notre ère, citée par Antipater de Thessalonique (c. 15 av. J.-C.) comme l'une des neuf grandes poétesses lyriques de Grèce (avec Praxilla, Moïro, Anytè, Sappho, Érinna, Corinne, Nossis et Myrtis). Elle est à l'origine de l'innovation métrique de la poésie lyrique connue sous le nom de mètre télésilléen. Antipater écrit:

#Histoire #TélésillaD'Argos #Hérodote #Argos

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feminist-butch-menace · 3 months

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Women in art - history series (damn time ago, but not so long)

Egypt

Women in Egypt had legal equality back to 2750 BCE and could own property, sign documents, and leave their property to whoever they wanted. As a fully legal people, Egyptian women had more rights than women in the US in the '50. They wove baskets, ground up rock for paint, and were even boat pilots.

For example, in ancient Egypt, women were responsible for creating detailed gold and silver jewelry, often buried with the dead as a form of wealth and status.

Greece

The Greek society was quite patriarchal, where men held most of the power, and women were restricted to the domestic sphere. Nonetheless, some women challenged these societal conventions and made noteworthy contributions to the art world. Despite their limited opportunities, these women defied societal norms and left a significant impact on the world of art.

Sappho

I bet probably most of us know the great Sappho, the mother of lesbians. She was a poet, who lived during the 6th century BCE. Her lyric poetry, which was characterized by its emotional depth and romantic themes of love and desire.

Myrtis

She was also an extraordinary poet living in 5th century BCE Greece. Her poetic prowess was exceptional, and she was highly regarded for her elegies and epigrams. Typically, her compositions were dedicated to honoring the deceased, and their quality was widely admired by those who knew her.