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workin on my own take on danny phantom, as you can see i’ve changed a few things! i really like contrasts, so danny fenton and phantom seem more like opposites, but really they’re still sides of the same coin. danny only acts different because he’s free to be himself!

i wanna work on my vlad next

The Prissy Girl Look

MY aesthetic of girly imagery and elements like fur detailing, pink, rhinestones and mature bougie elements like diamanté details, cheetah prints, form fitting clothing, etc; my lifestyle of traditionally girly activities like beauty routines, decorating, journaling, etc.; just choosing to be an overall black glitzy barbie.

my signatures ❤︎︎

"my signature is medium length pink/nude gel nails, french tip toes, a silk pressed blowout, Chanel Chance Eau Tendre, hoop earrings, long lashes and glossy pink lips."

hoop earrings

rhinestoned lettering

hello kitty charms

heart shaped charms

miu miu framed glasses

silk pressed hair

half up half down ponytails

french tip or pink mani pedis

lace, fur trims, silk

anything sparkly

louis vuitton handbags

victoria’s secret iconic stripe

leopard print

color palette ❤︎︎

PINK PINK PINK! nearly everything i own is PINK! most of my clothes are black. and i fill in the gaps with other neutral colors. my bedroom is full of black and pink. my inspo was a victoria’s secret dressing room. often i wear lots of neutral or black, with extremely cutesy pink accessories like hair bows or purses, and sparkly jewelry.

my staples ❤︎︎

fashion

louis vuitton alma bb

ted baker arycon bags

louis vuitton neverfull pm

ugg boots

tote bags

victoria’s secret stripe totes

hello kitty charm necklace

beauty

mac cosmetics

pin straight silk presses

shimmer pigments

velcro roller curls

essentials

hello kitty mirror

hello kitty phone case

pink + cheetah print hydrojug

pink tumbler

juicy couture stationery

fuzzy pens

fragrance

burberry her

chanel chance eau tendre

armani my way intense

victoria’s secret bombshell in orginal, seduction, and passion

so as my staples demonstrate, i prefer statement accessories rather than clothing. i love the minimalistic and sleek look of basic pieces with a super girly accessory.

core elements ❤︎︎

victoria’s secret angels

video vixens

boudoir aesthetics

sex kitten aura

light hints of off duty ballerina

barbie body, bratz face

Branding Yourself + Beauty Binder 101

Please forgive me for ranting, but...I am so tired of AI. Just so tired. I don't want Microsoft Copilot, or Google Gemini, or Meta AI, or whatever other energy-sucking, water-wasting, mediocrity-spewing LLM is currently being thrust upon me. I just want to be left alone to create in peace.

Save our lives 🚨🚨

“Every day I lose my beautiful days… and I die in this war.” 😭💔

I'm not okay.

I don't sleep, I don't eat, I don't breathe like other people do.

I just count what's left of me... and wait.

Will I die today? 😭

Will a missile fall on me and end this pain once and for all?

Will I lose my son, still swimming in my belly, searching for a beating heart, a small dream, a chance to survive?

But I have nothing for him… no milk, no roof, no safety… only my fear. 💔

Yesterday, I saw in my dream a child reaching out his hand to me, saying, "Mom, save me."

I woke up screaming...

But no one heard me.💔

There's no room in my body for bullets, but war resides in my eyes, in my womb, in my silence, in every heartbeat I hear from inside my belly. Even hope no longer visits me, even prayer has become faint. 💔

Please...

Help me before I become another silence on this weary earth.

Help me before this child loses his mother... just as I lost everything.

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Help Asmaa evacuate her family and treat her husband abroad

I am Michelle from Greece, and I am running a campaign for Asmaa. Please consider donating if you can to help them.

Also, my husband is between life and death and I am helpless 💔

I am the wife of a man who was never just a husband… He was my support, my hope, and my everything in this cruel world. And today, as I write these words, my heart breaks for him as he battles his illness without medicine, without a hospital bed, and without even the reassurance of peace.

My husband has severe pneumonia, and hepatitis is eating away at his body day after day. His ability to breathe is no longer what it used to be, and his chest pain wakes him up terrified. As for me, all I can do is wipe away his sweat and hide my tears.😭

I watch my loved one wither away in front of me, and I don't have the money, the support, or even a safe place to rest my head. We count his breaths in prayer, hoping he'll hold on for another day... that someone will come... that someone will hear us. 💔😭

I appeal to those with compassionate hearts, those who have the ability to help, do not delay. A human life is in your hands, and my husband does not need much, just hope... just medicine... just a chance to live.

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Reverse Marinette & Adrien!!! 🐞🐱

This took me forever to make like I was legitimately going insane. I’ve been so obsessed with the Miraculous World Paris special with Shadybug and ClawNoir, I just love them so much which is not surprising as an alternative person. This is kind of essentially my redesign of their regular attire, I would probably draw them again to figure out my redesign but I’m pretty good with it for now.

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

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Donate to Help Wissam's Family Escape War and Famine, organized by Casimir Reynolds

My name is Casimir, and I am organizing this fundraiser on behalf of Wissa… Casimir Reynolds needs your support for Help Wissam's Family Esc

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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Semi?-Human Chipmunks

Y'all seeing the vision I'm having here?

Based mainly off of the movie chipmunks.

Was debating on posting this or saving it for the big post but eh may as well let yall see after so much waiting