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iffathenna · 2 days
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Eid Henna process!
Iffathenna - Kofi
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dozydawn · 9 months
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“Aushi Alzony, 13, ponders her next move on the opening day of the Asian Youth Chess Championship.”
Photographed by Karim Sahib, 2007.
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lunannex · 6 months
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Future Haikaveh inspired by this fic I wrote🌙💕 Some notes about their outfits below:
Kaveh:
He’s a diy king that makes henna paste and cones himself send tweet
Big fan of him growing out his hair when he gets his life in order. Something something freedom and letting go of regret
The necklace was inspired by Persian architecture and the pattern in Kaveh’s attack animation.
Kamarband: rubies are believed to offer safety and peace
Also my headcanon is that Kaveh’s feather was a gift from his mom before she left for Fontaine
Alhaitham:
The earring is the word ‘love’ in Arabic
I think his ahoge should react to his emotions sksksk. He’s a lovesick fool it’s so embarrassing
The changes to his designs were relatively minor, I’ll make a proper future design for him one day <3
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afrofeministe · 8 months
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Henna / Photo Medina Trevathan
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palaeosinensis · 4 months
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This is a digital mockup of a linocut I made that would also work well as a screen print. The weather got cold though so all of that will have to wait for spring. If you like the design you can buy a non-distressed version over on R/ed/bubble on shirts, stickers, and the like.
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shadowseductress · 2 months
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girlyteeth · 3 months
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Henna with a Girly Twist!
@/girly.henna on Instagram is an account that focuses on creating unique designs for their henna work.
Their designs can range from floral, more ribbons, leaves, traditional patterns, rabbits, teacups, and their most recent design involved snowflakes for the winter!
I find pretty awesome on how girly styles can be expressed in different cultures. This ribbon pattern is especially cute, and I would definitely want to try this out one day!
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habibtea · 15 days
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pakistaniweddings · 10 months
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taduki · 7 days
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Nadia’s Mehndi
A fluffy little drabble of my apprentice doing Nadia’s henna. I wanted it to come off naturally, but I’m not in the mood to edit it right now 😭😭, so I’ll just hope and pray it comes off nicely and there are no errors. 💕🙏
The Countess spared no expense treating her lover with the loveliest of delicacies as gifts. Alas, her lover was a simple woman who distinctly cherished the one thing money could not buy — her time.
Nadia was a symbol of grace and resilience. She often reminded Taduki of gorgeous sculptures of women, the epitome of beauty. Though she found that, regardless of what she looked like, she would love her all the same, which is why she wanted to decorate her with a special treatment.
She presented her love with a modest, cone-shaped tube of Henna in the palace gardens.
“Oh, my! I haven’t seen this for quite some time.” Nadia smiled. She sighed and rubbed her temple, “My sisters used to draw on themselves for hours. It was at its worst when they insisted on collaborating on my body… But I do have fonder memories of this, my dear.”
Taduki cut off the end of the tube with a pocket knife and placed the tip of the henna on her love’s arm. She hummed and asked, “Would you tell me?”
Nadia watched her fluffed up curly mess of hair move around while she worked. She let out a giggle and said, “Sure.” She had it done during her wedding with Count Lucio. Yes, it was customary in Prakra, but she also saw it as a testament to the first step in her new life.
She stopped herself. “Darling?”
“Mhm?”
“Where did you learn to do Mehndi? During your travels?”
“Yeah”, Taduki replied. “We did performances and stuff, but not everyone was looking for a show. It actually started because I saw this super bored kid and I offered to draw something on him. It spiraled into a service after that.” She laughed.
Nadia planted a sneaky kiss on her forehead. Taduki looked up and grinned, then asked suddenly, “Say, Nadi? Why do you call it Mehndi?”
Nadia subconsciously played with her lover’s coily black hair in thought. After a moment, she raised an eyebrow. “Is that not what it’s called?”
“I call it henna”, Taduki returned to her work. “I’ve heard people call it Mehndi before, but I have no idea why! It’s just so different.” She squinted.
Nadia sat back on the edge of the fountain, careful not to move her arm. She looked at the sky in thought and inquired, “Henna comes from the henna plant” — she stopped herself. “Wait, no. It’s the other way around! Henna is the plant itself.”
“Yeah, and then Mehndi is the brown stuff.”
“Oh, goodness. Well, when you put it like that—.” Nadia hid a disgraceful snort behind her hand.
Taduki shoved her and laughed. “Do you remember—.” She interrupted herself with a cackle and a wheeze. Nadia gently held her arm, a big grin still stretched over her face, and laughed, “Stop that! You’ll hurt yourself!” Taduki held her stomach and hiccuped. She wearily fanned herself and continued, “The dinner at Vlastomil’s…”
Nadia let out a raucous laugh and clasped her hands together. “Yes! Yes, I do!” She nodded.
“Ewww!”, Taduki recalled herself saying out loud. She wheezed and rolled onto the grass, still shaking with laughter. Nadia followed her and fanned herself off before holding her. She waited for her lover to calm down and catch her breath, but by the time she did, she must have been half-conscious. She took a deep breath in and out. “Never let me tell a joke ever again, please”, she groaned.
Nadia smiled and pat her stomach. She hummed, “I’d miss you.”
Taduki wearily looked into her eyes and hummed back, “Me too.”
Nadia’s shoulders shook and she mouthed, “What?”, before shaking her head and leaving it be. She sighed dreamily and stared into her eyes.
The grass made for a soft cushion and their eyes were starting to droop. Their bed was neatly made in the palace, but they drifted further and further into their sleep, for it did not matter where they were or that one’s mehndi was smeared. They were safe, and they were together.
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dailycupoftrauma · 9 months
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It's wedding season y'all
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iffathenna · 1 month
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If you can't choose between minimalist and dainty vs maximalist henna, then just do both.
Iffathenna - kofi
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amphitriteswife · 3 months
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🪷desi churia’s and Mehndi🪷
Tag list ⭐️: @miss-seanymph-pani @monstertreden @nicasdreamer @viostar2095 @tinyy-tea-cup
This is my amphitrite inspo
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dozydawn · 3 months
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nonbinary-morro · 9 months
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Pavitr Prabhakar inspired mehndi
(ignore the fingertips they're old + at the akward stage of fading)
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vale-sto-magnitofwno · 9 months
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