Vyetyer

An inspiration blog

[starrover]

“I am quiet, I bury no one, blood is drying beneath my nails. I do not know which me it belongs to.”

— — Julian Randall, from “On the Night I Consider Coming Out to My Parents,” The Breakbeat Poets Vol. 4: LatiNext (via facinaoris)

[char-portraits]

Decorative Armour Set by Bard Baitman

Personal work + research sketches ✦~✦~✦~✦ This is the portrait of a legendary mercenary and folk hero. Centuries ago, she was hired by a small town to end its subjugation to the local princeship. The prince’s yearly tournament included a grand cash prize for the winner, and along with the town’s pool of money - they intended to buy their independence from their inept and disinterested ruler. The whole town came together to assemble the warrior’s armour: the veteran smith created a simple armour set for her; the craftspeople decorated it with meaningful drawings in the local decorative style, telling the story of the townsfolk’s escalation from peace with the authorities, to the aggressive sentiments that lead to their quest for independence. ✦~✦~✦~✦

[jeanjauthor]

Now THIS is what I’m talkin’ about when it comes to painted armor!  Painting it reduces chance of rust (seals against oxidation), allows you to individualize your appearance, and announces your presence or even camouflages you in your surroundings!

[helila]

holy shit holy shit holy shit I am losing my goddamn fucking mind over this

I LOVE IT

[thecollectibles]

Art by aw anqi

[rawjoy]

u know what makes me cry..... that one van gogh quote about life changing for the better..... “many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. and it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘what do i care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ yes, evil often seems to surpass good. but then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. one morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. and so i must still have hope.” yeah..... Crying....

[thecollectibles]

Bloodborne by Anato Finnstark

[brenna-ivy]

Modern Male Witch Project: Masterpost

A personal project that has become very important to me: male witches in their private dens, with their belongings surrounding them that show what kind of person they are and what kind of magic they practice. I try to make every single piece emit peace and comfort, but with a magical twist!

Separate pieces

Bedroom witch | Bathroom witch | Kitchen witch | Home Office witch | Attic witch

Buy prints on Redbubble and Society6

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[brenna-ivy]

We’ve reached 50k… Wow… I haven’t been doing very well mentally the past couple months, and that’s been affecting my creativity immensely. But seeing how much love this post got again, and reading the comments and tags warmed my heart so much <3

[thepleasuregoblin]

I think monks and druids are the funniest possibility for evil characters. Like you've achieved inner peace or harmony with nature but you're just a fucking bastard about it

[canc3rb0y]

@justineskye on ig

[vampires-and-witches]

[courtpheasent]

My sister actually had vampire who keeps going back to medical schools over and over and over again. Every time he completes it he adds a ‘Dr.’ to his title. Right now he’s ‘Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Dr. Vampire’.

[sugarweregoingdownswinging]

without the knowledge of ocs this implies that she owned a vampire. like kept one as a pet

[arsanatomica]

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[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

Ralph & Russo spring 2020 couture

[mioree]

‪https://instagram.com/mioree_

This is a long time coming ☺️ ✨ I’ve worked on it for long & got stuck at times but in the end, figured out where I wanted it to go. Done in @Procreate on the #IpadPro 👍🏻
She’s a #Paladin of Light. Doesn’t have a name yet, but I’m open for suggestions! Any names that suit her?‬

[drawingllamas]

im not entirely sure why, but I’m very fond of this winter demon creature

[icantwritegood]

rawest fucking florence and the machine lyrics in no particular order:

no more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone

want me to love you in moderation, do i look moderate to you?

this will be my last confession, ‘i love you’ never felt like any blessing, whisper it like it’s a secret only to condemn the one who hears it

because i am done with my graceless heart, so tonight i’m gonna cut it out and then restart

tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks and the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

but the loneliness never left me, i always took it with me, but i can put it down in the pleasure of your company

at seventeen i started to starve myself, i thought that love was a kind of emptiness, but at least i understood then the hunger i felt, and i didn’t have to call it loneliness 

the fabric of your flesh, pure as a wedding dress

it’s an even sum, it’s a melody, it’s a battle cry, it’s a symphony 

but i know it’ll have to drown me, before i can breathe easy

to the crowd i was crying out, and in your place there were a thousand other faces

and it’s over and i’m going under, but i’m not giving up i’m just giving in

in a moment of joy and fury i threw myself from the balcony like my grandmother, so many years before me

and it’s peaceful in the deep, cathedral where you cannot breathe

i know i seem shaky, these hands aren’t fit for holding

i’m not beat up by this yet, you can’t tell me to regret, been in the dark since the day we met, fire help me to forget

it seems that i have been held in this dreaming state, a tourist in the waking world, never quite awake

shower your affection, let it rain on me, pull down this mountain, drag your cities to the sea

and i did cartwheels in your honor, dancing on tiptoes, my own secret ceremonials

a year like this passes so strangely, somewhere between sorrow and bliss

in the spring, i shed my skin and it blows away with the changing winds

i swallow the sound and it swallows me whole until there’s nothing left inside my soul

and i want you so badly, but you could be anyone 

i was in the darkness, so darkness i became

[squeakowl]

And people wonder why we call her a poet!

[fashion-runways]

MARWAN & KHALED Couture Fall/Winter 2019 if you want to support this blog consider donating to: ko-fi.com/fashionrunways

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Grey Gardens (Ellen Hovde, Albert Maysles, David Maysles & Muffie Meyer, 1975)

[metaphorformetaphor]

Nobody knows you. You don’t know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?

— D. H. Lawrence, from “The Evening Land,” Complete Poems of D. H. Lawrence (William Heinemann, 1957)