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Heres a viktor drawing i was trying to do a s t u dy on arcane's artstyle lowkey failed i think??? Idk. But viktor's gr8.

Dark academia party outfits?

this is such a good ask, thank you!🖤 it’s going to be a long post:

a house party in an old mansion

a short black dress with either long, puffed sleeves or spaghetti straps (possibly worn under a sheer, black blouse)

black, thin tights if it’s wintertime

battered oxfords that you don’t mind getting splashes of beer on

gold earrings & multiple dainty rings on your fingers

some canvas bag you got from a bookshop that is big enough to hold whatever drinks you decide to bring

either black, gold, burgundy or dark brown eyeliner, or dark red lipstick

hair let loose

black or burgundy nail polish to match the wine you’ll be drinking

graduation dinner with your family

black dressy trousers & a black or cream-coloured silk blouse tucked into them, a blazer in brown shades if it’s chilly at the restaurant

black heeled boots with block heels (or loafers if you prefer flats)

a thin gold necklace that you got as a gift from your parents years ago

a wash of brown eyeshadow

hair pulled back with a black velvet ribbon to avoid getting it into your food

nude nail polish

a cocktail party in honour of one of your professors

a structured dress in black velvet

low, black ankle-strap heels

your golden class ring & a pair of gold earrings

a small vintage clutch that holds your lipstick, a pen & a tiny notebook

a natural makeup look with emphasis on the lashes

hair in vintage-inspired curls or in a low bun, perhaps adorned with golden or pearl-decorated barrettes

your university friends dragged you to a club

black mum jeans & a sheer black blouse with a beautiful bralette underneath, or a little black dress

thin black tights if you have to queue outside in cold weather

any shoes you feel comfortable dancing in (once you’ve had enough gin tonics to actually step onto the dance floor) – a pair of oxfords or some old boots

whatever jewelry you aren’t too afraid to lose

a small bag to put your phone & wallet in if you don’t have pockets

either a very natural makeup, deep red lipstick or a coloured eyeliner

hair let loose (but there is a black or cream silk scrunchie around your wrist for when your hair starts to stick to your sweaty skin)

a garden party for a rich distant relative’s birthday

a white linen dress, either somewhat flowy or very structured (a shirt dress with a cinched waist for example)

nude block heels or a nice pair of dark brown leather loafers

a pearl necklace & earrings or just the golden bracelet the rich relative sent you last christmas

natural makeup, nude lips & a lot of sunscreen

hair in loose curls or in a romantic bun

your best friend’s small housewarming

black mum jeans or your favourite trousers & a shirt or blouse

a comfortable pair of socks that keep your feet warm while you’re all curled up on the sofa, reading excerpts from books to each other

oxfords or boots with block heels

your favourite ring – perhaps a croissant one or the one that looks like an old coin

you leather cross-body bag that holds a letter & a thrifted book that you got as a gift for your friend

no makeup at all, or perhaps some red lipstick that you hastily put on before leaving

hair in its natural state

a ball in your school’s beautiful hall

a black, navy, burgundy, champagne or dark green floor-length gown in a beautiful material – go for a style you feel confident in, but do consider a dress that is tighter on top (avoid strapless styles you’ll end up constantly pulling up; long sleeves are gorgeous) & has an a-line hem, & avoid dresses that a too poofy, go for a classic silhouette instead

a pair of black or nude shoes with a low heel, perfect for dancing

a gorgeous necklace with matching earrings – perhaps diamonds or pearls borrowed from your grandmother?

a soft eyeshadow look & nude lipstick

hair in whatever formal style suits you best, finished off with pearls or diamonds or a velvet or silk ribbon

your cousin invited you to a pool party

a black, brown or beige swimsuit or bikini & a very oversized white shirt as a cover up

a pair of birkenstocks

the one golden necklace you have that isn’t ruined in water & a pair of tortoise shell sunglasses, a paperback to read in the shadow of a tree

a lot of carefully applied sunscreen

hair pulled into a bun & secured with a black scrunchie or a tortoise shell claw clip

an autumnal bonfire

grey or black wool trousers, a dark brown or black turtleneck & a long, oversized coat

thick, warm socks

old oxfords or a pair of chelsea boots

knit mittens & a big scarf to lend to a friend that never dresses warm enough for the autumn weather

minimal makeup, just red cheeks & tip of nose from the cool air, & perhaps a smudged red lipstick from earlier in the day

the lengths of your hair left underneath the collar of the turtleneck for extra warmth

your friend group hosts a new year’s party

a silk slip dress in either dark blue, cream white or black paired with a brown checkered blazer or a chunky cropped cardigan, & an oversized wool coat for when you go pop the champagne bottles outside

thin black or nude tights

block heels, kitten heels, oxfords, combat or chelsea boots – almost anything goes!

a long black scarf to loosely wrap around your neck when you go outdoors to watch the fireworks at midnight

a simple golden necklace or gold earrings, & a statement gold ring

deep red lipstick with an otherwise understated makeup look

hair in vintage curls, left open or in a curly low bun, & barrettes decorating the hairstyle if the outfit isn’t too busy as is

red nail polish that matches the lip colour

I thought I needed a new laptop but nope, youtube is slowing down your PC if you have adblock on on any open tab...

good things will happen 🧿

things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿

Lines of grey ch 2

The humanoid monster kept walking, running almost, trying to lead the lost girl out from the mess of the void and anti-void. The creature, blades black as the void sticking from its back, and two orbs of the anti-void in place for its eyes, ran from the grey lines between into a brown forest, not a leaf of green to bless its canopy. “Hey! Wait! Where are you going! You haven’t told me anything yet!” The girl ran, calling after the strangely fast broken creature as it disappeared into the backdrop of the brown forest. The girl paused, stopping at the border between the brown forest and the lines between the voids. She strained and peering at the brown mass of decay and rot, looking and searching for the black blades hewn from the void stabbed in the creatures back, or for the two white orbs pulled from the light of the anti-void. At last she found them, the blades hung in mid air, as the white orbs stared back at her. A cursed butterfly of death she ran after it, the blades of void fluttering through the air as its eyes of white glowed and cast shadows on the trees that couldn’t be seen through the brown of the decaying forest. The girl ran and ran after them, following their light as she traversed the maddeningly blank of this forest. The butterfly flew, casting the shadows on the tree, and still the girl ran, touching each tree the butterfly shone upon; her hands picking up spots of the brown ick upon her hands and shoes. Finally she ran out of the forest, onto a  grey background. Large hewn stones invisible against the greys and marbled browns of the rock. The girl stuck out like a flower upon fresh fallen white snow, espoused, raptured, cast upon a place she did not belong. The brown of the forest and the grey of the lines having been tracked along her path by her shoes as she walked carefully and slowly through the stones, glimpses of the butterfly sitting on a red rock making it to her eyes through the grey of the stones. With every stone she touched a little mark of brown was left, her trail being followed by the creatures of the back drop. She could only here them, foot steps, paw steps, the warnings this place mercifully gave to those in danger. She begin to move faster, her steps varied and spread, her path muzzled and marked, mixing into the painted grey of the rocks. Still she made her way to the clearing where the butterfly sat, finally finding herself there, she raised her voice. “Alright, enough running, things are following me now, what is it you need me to know?” She called to the butterfly, its ethereal form fluttering on the rock. “You’ve already learned all you need, your doing it right now, marking the path forward, marking the way ahead. Your feet, odd they may be, pick up the paint of other lands, and leave it behind you when you step. Your hands, delicate and useless as they are, pick up and move the paints of the lands as you move from object to object. You do everything that I could have ever asked of you.” She stuttered, faltering. Her legs giving out beneath her, panic screaming in her mind. A rock, cracks next to her, crumbling and failing to hold itself. She reached over, to the stone. A blue blade, standing there perfectly for her to take. Shakily she raised a hand, taking the blade in her hand. Its blue paint staining her hand over the brown and grey she had unknowingly marked it with. She heard the foot print of a creature of grey right behind her, and swung, striking the creature a deep mark with the bright blue painted blade. Swinging it in front of her she ran into the grey rock stone lands around her, cutting any stone she ran into in half with that mythical blade. Leaving marks of blue, brown, grey, black, and white where every she swung, stepped, and rested upon. Running, just running now. She had come upon a grass green land, a bright blue sky above and a green grass like turf beneath her she kept running. The creatures of grey did not follow here as she did, standing alone now, she scanned the blue for any semblance of an objective. There was nothing now, the grey stone lands were far behind her now, and the decaying brown forest had left her before that. The butterfly and its blade wing, and gleaming eyes did not follow her when she left, instead it stayed and sat till she supposed it sated its wish to sit upon the red stone. So sat she did too, waiting, watching the horizon of unchanging sky blue. “Marking the path forward huh… Alright, then that’s what I’ll do. There’s got to be some sort of intelligent creature around here, a society of those rat things or a people of the butterflies. Either way, I don’t feel like being lost into this green and become one of those creatures that was chasing me.” She stood up, seeing the multi-colored path she left behind her, and began to walk in the same direction, walking away from her own laced path. Leaving steps like walking stones behind her, as she was finding her way to the edge of the green, where a small cottage of yellow sat in that color and shade. A single yellow mark upon the green grass and blue sky. —- —- —- Hey everyone! Here you go! Hope you all like it! Have a good day everyone! 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