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ramayantika · 10 months
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Iconic Bollywood women but make it aesthetic
Madhubala
Writes letters, silver jhumke, light coloured flowy kurtis, reads poetry, loves jalebis, has the most beautiful smile, gentle soul, doesn't know how many people fall for her, loves children, moon gazing, dreams of living in an haveli, night time existential crisis, wants to twirl in a white anarkali while someone showers marigold petals, black and white Bollywood movies, falls in loves deeply, stores every small memoir of her friends and loved ones.
Rekha
Desi dark feminine energy, has the most updated wardrobe, blessed with wit and sarcasm, center of attention in a room full of people, best dressed, piercing eyes that gaze deep into your soul, laughs loud and hard, silk sarees, gajra in her hair and wrists, walks like a queen, rarely posts on social media, highly intimidating, eats the spiciest pani puri/gupchup/golgappa, Miss Popular, will turn you breathless with a side glance.
Sridevi
Literal embodiment of sunshine but hides her inner feelings, secretly in love with a boy in her neighbourhood, wears colouful bindis and juttis, has learnt singing and dancing, loves sitting beside ponds and rivers, possesses mischevious eyes, you can never be angry on her, can transform into an outspoken diva within seconds, acts like a heroine in her room or when home alone.
Madhuri
Has a proper skin care routine, loves chocolates, loves eating achaar, light lipsticks, the most graceful in the room, fake scenarios expert, blushes easily, hates waking up early, plant mother, loves playing with puppies, makes birthday cards for everyone, breezy outfits, has the best thumkas to rock a wedding sangeet, warm hugs and forehead kisses.
Aishwarya
Owns too many sarees and desi outfits, gold jewellery, perfectionist, artist but chose science, loves reading about history, philosophy and space, a hidden genius, your school/college crush, can and will beat you in a debate, gajra supremacy, has a pretty voice, should be a model, loves winter, holds hands under the bench, winks and steals your heart.
I know there and many more but abhi ke liye itna hi? Plij! Also do tell who else do you want to see so I can post them in the other parts.
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Ainur as Aesthetics: 
Melkor  —  eye-rolls, either sleep for the week or sleep is for the weak, great music taste, extremely passionate, smarter than you'd think, abandoned cities, alcohol, doesn't care about opinions, midnight hours, black coffee, hates humanity, cold hands, barely-there eyeliner, sharp smiles, lace-up boots, doesn't like to be told what to do, anger so blinding that you forget where and who you are, staring at the mirror until your features start to disappear, bad decisions, their words can hit you like a gunshot, the chilling sensation of metal on your skin, sharp claws ready to slash anyone they encounter, shattered antique mirrors, long dark scarves, dark and tousled hair, swallowing hard, a little broken.
Manwë  —  pale white snow, red cheeks, dried flowers that used to be the colour of the sun, quiet half-smiles, sunlight coming through an open window in the morning, hair tucked behind ears, gives the most thoughtful gifts, always neat, sparkly jewellery, beautiful poetry, comforting hugs, light footsteps, kisses on cheeks, a laugh like wind chimes, thunderstorms that you feel in your chest, intelligent eyes, collector of small objects, windswept hair, loves their friends with almost an unhealthy amount of loyalty, the colour of the sky at dusk, a crisp autumn breeze, soft hair, gold-flecked souls, the one who is there for you even when you think you don't need them, singing under their breath, smiles as the rain falls down and laughs as their hair lifts in the breeze.
Varda  —  cracked spines of leather-bound classics, sharing pieces of your soul with the world, starting revolutions with simple words, rosewater, cherry blossom petals floating through the wind, making promises, midnight conversations, writing into abysmal nothingness, stargazing, knowing smiles, doesn't open up easily, soft skin, crystals, a night where the clouds hide the moon, stories swirling in your mind, cursive letters, piercing eyes, whispers filled with secrets, studying things that do not exist, bright flashes of light outside your window, silk bedsheets, mysterious, handwritten notes, stays up so late it's early, plays quiet music for ambiance, fingertips stained with ink.
Ulmo  —  bodies full of stories, a will that ebbs and flows, lazy smiles, no real devotion to anything but existence itself, wordless lullabies, glassy blue eyes, moves with grace and rhythm, late night swims, blue tie dyed sheets, flowing outfits, the rough ocean at night, tall waves and bitter winds, salty hair, long limbs, kind of sad and tired but you've never see them cry, goes with the flow, quiet voice but loud meaning, walks with purpose, always looks their best, very kind and giving, seashells, loud laughter, perfect posture, habit of overthinking, bare feet, ice-cold lemonade, laying on the ground to soak up the sun, sand in the air, intricate designs, high ceilings, dim lights, bitten nails.
Aule  — confident, likes to perform, acts cool but is secretly emotional underneath, bold/dark colours, loves challenges, gets mad and forgives just as quickly, wouldn't change for anyone, laughing so loudly that strangers stare at you, running around like crazy person with your lover, compliments a stranger's crazy hair colour and feeling so good when they smile, unhealthy amounts of candy, fiery red sunsets, getting back up after being knocked down, they know that their friends are right behind them wherever they go, the burn in your lungs after chasing something you'll never be able to catch, always does their own thing.
Yavanna  —  warm days, soft smiles, making sure everyone is happy, walking barefoot, falling asleep in the sun, wishes everyone would be kinder, mugs of too-sweet tea, the person who screams don't kill the spider, adores animals, covered in freckles, one can never quite tell exactly what their eye colour is, pointing to the stars as they peek out from behind the clouds, large yawns early in the morning, a question left unanswered, honey, one hand catching another, tea that is swallowed for its warmth and not the taste, faded patterns on well-loved t-shirts, dew beading on flower petals, the imprints tight socks leave behind, wanderlust's yearning pull.
Orome  —  long hair, loves nature and animals, mist, sharp features, dirt under their fingernails, very down to earth, always willing to help, the strong friend, always has new, interesting facts to tell, tough as all hell, doesn't love easily but always loves deeply, walking barefoot everywhere, wildflowers threaded into messy braids, laying in the afternoon sun, big adventures, crisp air, deeply opinionated, climbing the tallest trees around, muddy feet, toothy smiles, accepting of everyone, follows their own path, stargazing off mountain cliffs, running through tall grass, folklore stories of fairies and dragons, a child at heart.
Nienna  —  honeyed and sulky dark summers, pomegranates, thunderstorms, magnolias, unkept promises, cinematic and shadowy, existing in a trance of melancholy, feels passionately though feigns detachment, slightly off-putting, their presence is announced but even if it wasn't you'd still know they were there, constantly underestimated, desperately afraid of silence, red-rimmed eyes, always appears serene, broken handwriting, short hair, foxes, dead leaves, large coats and scarves, numb fingers, old stone walls, steaming black tea, tears, gazing at a past lover down the hall, the smell before rain, old songs, nostalgia.
Námo  —  set features, eyes the color of dead souls, candles melting wax atop a piano, tragic smiles, an inexplicable sense of sharpness, hot tears, decaying cores, irreversible tornadoes, infectious whispers, heart is always pounding, doesn't like to be seen, nightmares, dark circles under their eyes that they can't hide, doesn't know their limits, slightly self-destructive, the silent one, bitter coffee, quiet observation, black eyeshadow, knows a bit of everything, no-nonsense, cold fingers and colder gazes, being misunderstood, sitting alone in a hard wood chair late at night, dead roses, losing a loved one too soon, moss covering broken gravestones, shattered glass, the taste of melancholy. 
Irmo  —  glows when they talk, dewy eyes, radiates with a blessing from the sun, gentle hands, dandelions, white clouds, the shy warmth of the first days of spring, afternoon naps, soft pillows, carefree laughter, fields of reeds, basking in the moonlight, flower crowns, sunbathing in creeks, gloriously alive, hours among the leaves, kind soul, often lost in their own thoughts, nights spent watching the river, dancing in a circle, holding hands, soft clothes, sun kissed skin, always listening to music, either works too hard or not at all, warm smiles, dancing in the rain, catching fireflies, wanting to do everything and nothing all at once, innocent hope, paper stars in glass jars, bittersweet goodbyes, looking for beauty in everything, water-coloured skies. 
Estë  —  dried orange garlands, snow on green tiled roofs, a bit in love, quills dipped in metallic ink, daydreaming, angelic singing, very fond of cuddling, homemade bread, constantly buying gifts for people, talkative, will hold your hand whenever and wherever, friends with almost everyone, convinced that sleeping at 10pm is late, strawberry ice cream, calming eyes, telling old stories, rosy cheeks, wanting the best for everyone, sunrises, loves nature, passionate about dreams, self-made flower crowns, will stay up late to comfort you, unexpected hugs from the back, not afraid to tell people they love them, humble.
Vairë  —  silver knitting needles, velvet skies filled with twinkling stars, red embroidery thread, hot black tea with spoonfuls of sugar, ballet shoes, hearts carved in birch bark, denim jackets, distant bells, foxgloves, rain moving over hills, cheek caresses, a bedroom left alone, walking in the mud and rain at dusk, resisting change, dead ends, unspoken feelings, finally coming home, looking up at the stars in hope of something more, simultaneously brimming with hope and lifeless, wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread.
Vána  —  soft features, the smell of lavender, long walks in the sunshine, singing in a choir, sincere laughter, pastel colours, reading poetry aloud, baking cookies and sharing it with friends, kind gestures, painting on random objects, flower print clothes, lacy socks, handwritten love letters, forgiving people, graceful movements, writing poetry, roses, standing up for those who can't defend themselves, walks through nature, positivity, white lace, long hair, very graceful, always there for you, nostalgia of a time that you never knew, undeniably beautiful, the sweet breeze of a spring morning, slowing drifting off while laying on a green meadow, calm and collected, the best friend you could ask for.
Tulkas  —  loud laughter, hammocks, doesn't know when to stop, can't sleep, jacket with so many fixed holes it has been reduced to patchwork, flashing smiles, living on the edge, free spirit that will rip you to shreds if you dare to try and tame it, bloody knuckles, the moments of silence after a loud screaming match, riding into the sunset, dogs barking in the distance, the smell of fire on the air, running from person to person, unbridled chaos, aimless wandering, on the verge of greatness, call of the void, empty avenues, walking between worlds, wanting to hold the planets, melancholy nights, seeing things that aren't really there, wishing for more, overgrown unkempt gardens, bright colours against dark greens, tripping up on vines and logs, scraped knees.
Nessa  —  can go from laughing to serious fast if necessary, little bits of dark humour, staying up late, they do the little eyebrow thing when they get insulted, doodles, everybody else thinks they have friends but they don’t, red lipstick, lively, can be implosive, forgotten, mood swings like crazy, but very calm when they are happy, regrets decisions they made in the past, affectionately called a little brat, out until late in the afternoon of the next day, does not let anyone kill their vibe, seeing their escape in a person, the echo of your own steps on a tile floor, the sensation of being the only one left, a way that seems to have no end.
Eönwë  —  intimidating, has a soft side but only a few people see it, loves the forest, natural beauty, combat boots, deep thinker, false formality, a chord of music that breaks the silence, clouds rolling in, doesn't get angry but instead just fucking glares at you until you crumble, loves thunderstorms, mind like caverns, hands like stone, to hold or to hurt, heavy irises, earthquake tempers, unrequited love, soft voice, they know you whether you know them or not, lingering touches, people watching, the smell of old books and rain, faint music in the distance, won't let others break their friend's hearts, clearing their throat as a type of warning, moral righteousness, faith in humanity, towering buildings.
Mairon  —  sarcastic comments with a smile, glares that could kill, speaking in such a pretentious way that no one even understands you, obsession over studies, being a good person but getting corrupted, setting fire to the city, eyes like flames, heeled boots, soft aching hands buried in messy hair, ancient ruins, cups of tea gone cold, flawless eyeliner, impulsive decisions, false pretences, sickly sweet smiles, daunting realisations, masquerade masks, too stubborn to admit their regrets, waking up from a nightmare, hands cold to the bone, chest pains, the sharp cold of winter, rotting apples, dark circles under the eyes from not sleeping for days, hands stripped from over-washing.
So! Still trying to work out my masterlist and first few posts I have pre-written. In the meantime, please enjoy this messy aesthetic thingy.
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gigiiiiislife · 8 months
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types of girls- pet names
baby- dimples, teddy bears, cardigans, falls in love easily, bed head, harry styes, soft smiles, warm hands
honey- soft brown eyes, always has chapstick, lots of siblings, mom friend, scented candles, obsessed with fruit, energy drinks
sweetheart- conversation hearts, sunsets, loves Christmas, sewing, floral skirts, forever young
darling- buys her s/o flowers, has a bird, feeds the wildlife, watches cartoons, has the daintiest hands
love- huge swifty, plays piano, paints, fairy lights, good at keeping secrets, The Moon
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moonstruck-memories · 2 years
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Academia Aesthetics
Types of Girls
dark: black coffee and Victorian blouses. Candle lit room and messy desks, blotches of ink staining each page in every notebook. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata playing in the background. Reading the classics and yearning for a love in a different era. Crying over The Dead Poet's Society every time you watch it, watching it over and over again anyways. Winter nights and the days ending too soon, never having enough time. Scribbled notes on scraps of paper and heated debates in the corridor at 9 pm. Missing a childhood you don’t remember well. A warm fireplace and falling asleep beside your best friend. Leaving notes in library books, waiting for a response. 
grey: green tea the way your grandmother taught you to make it. The sound of rain early in the morning. Violin covers of popular songs. Historical romances and period dramas. Memorising every line from Little Women. A love/hate relationship with studying. Highlighted notes in one colour only. Thick sweaters and jeans. Converse and saddle bags. Writing in a journal and burning the pages. Heavy clouds and grey skies. The nostalgia found in a polaroid. Scribbling notes on the palm of your hand. Texting your friends goodnight too early, missing their closeness.
light: milk tea with more milk than tea. Blueberry muffins and vanilla ice cream. Taylor Swift and concerts in the shower, belting out lyrics to You Belong With Me. Cardigans and cafes in autumn, the smell of coffee and cinnamon everywhere. Reading The Iliad and Percy Jackson, just one or two chapters before class starts. Driving at sunset with friends. Beige coats and white turtlenecks. Your mother’s favourite tea set. Forgotten diaries with dried flowers spilling from the pages. Sticky notes in textbooks with more doodles than words. Forgetting the little details, remembering the big ones. 
chaotic: hot chocolate and chocolate chip cookies. Lost textbooks and scattered notes. Colourful highlighters and doodles in the corners. The Neighbourhood and Nothing But Thieves constantlyon replay. Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde memes. The Catcher In The Rye and Dracula. Debating philosophy and conspiracy theories. Thick scarves and denim jackets. Quotes jotted down in your notes app. Sneaking out to see the stars at midnight and staying up till sunrise. Dancing in the rain. Swing sets and ice cream. Voicing out injustices, dreaming of making a difference one day. 
theatre: forgotten cups of coffee. Printing scripts and memorising lines. Explaining common misunderstandings about Romeo and Juliet again and again. Last minute performances. Closets full of dresses and wigs. Masquerade balls and quoting actors. Sketching costumes behind your notebooks. Getting lost in daydreams and performances. Living the characters lives and relating to each and every one. Writing your own plays, performing them with friends. Greek tragedies and romcoms. Singing lyrics to your favourite musical. Re-watching it over and over again, missing that feeling of awe you've lost. 
romantic: warm drinks with too much sugar and cream. Red velvet cupcakes and dark chocolate. Long flowy dresses and hoods. Playing Hozier in the middle of the night and dancing alone. Re-reading Pride and Prejudice and watching Me Before You too many times to count. Scribbling poetry in all your books. Sticking sonnets up on your walls, memorising each one. Giving your friends handwritten letters and vintage jewellery. Crying over The Song of Achilles, writing fanfiction to ease the ache. Calling your friends at 3 am to talk about the universe. Loving too easily, trusting too much. Missing a love you never had.
I know these have been done to death but I’m obsessed with these aesthetics. The vibes are just 👌🏻
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inkdrinkerofthevoid · 2 years
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tag yourself: summer moods
Circus: worn pieces of fabric, sore and bandaged hands, ropes burning skin, fraying costumes, warm lights, colorful tents, unexplained trinkets, masks of makeup, porcelain figures, the smell of popcorn and candy, painted wood, human figures that don’t look human
Mountains: fresh breezes, sitting on the porch, rough sketches, climbing rock formations, bright eyes, avoiding the future, stargazing, melting ice cream, sandy lakes, wood cabins, bittersweet memories, running barefoot on pavement, staying in your own little world
Bedroom floor: wiling the hours away, staring at the ceiling, wanting to write but not knowing the words, blaring music, ignoring texts, falling into stupor, hiding from the world, afraid of the future, a sense of dread, scrolling aimlessly through the internet, messy hair from the heat
Dreaming: dancing in the rain, catching fireflies, staring at pictures of the stars, writing stories, wanting to do everything and nothing all at once, talking to yourself, writing letters to your future self, memories of past lovers, climbing the tallest trees around, looking out the window
Family home: listening to droning conversations, black and white photos, white sundresses, stories of the past, old family records, uncomfortable secrets, unbearable humidity, engraved silverware, the hum of air conditioning, withering flowers, polishing gravestones
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mortal-queer · 2 years
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Types of People: End Of The School Year
The one who's almost breaking:
More prepared than they think, jeans and blazers, any spare money is being spent on nice coffee or some other treat, has only cried twice about the exams, keeps complaining about the weather (humidity, etc.), Folders for all classes but they're unorganised.
The one who's fine actually:
Is insanely prepared but keeps downplaying it for some reason, has lent stationery out so much they need to restock, perfectly organised bag/locker, funky pants, can't remember the last time they did something social, has an actual plan for their end of year assignments.
The one who's always cramming:
Is this really the best way they work? Who knows, overly caffeinated but probably hates coffee, flash cards? Ready. Has incredible studying methods just refuses to apply them until a week beforehand, is probably in the same outfit for the past 3 days.
The one who's breezing through:
They've done consistent work throughout and seem like the only one who isn't stressed, has their own scent they always wear, just kinda going through the motions, only one who's able to keep up a social life, either like really grunge or into athlesiure wear.
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totallymajestic29 · 2 years
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Types of students (from my experience)
• the procrastinator: last minute studying,black bitter coffee,messy hair,black pens,messy handwriting,fear of failure (but still procrastinate),good grades,always forgets something,oversleeps.
• the hardworker: notes scattered everywhere,needs total silence while studying,10 minute breaks,studied all year but still worried that they're going to fail,snacking in between breaks,bright coloured pens and highlighters,untidy handwriting,studies in the early morning till late afternoon.
• the lazy but smart: doesn't study but when they study they *study*, naturally intelligent,confident,blue and purple pens only,neat handwriting,peers always asking them for help, loves to help,always have extra stationery,studies any time of the day.
• the lazy one: doesn't study, always enjoys their weekend,all nighters,always chilled,night owl, never fails a term,watching Netflix and reading during exams, sleeps after school,listens to music while studying.
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nicknamelina · 6 months
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starryeyed-spacegirl · 6 months
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Beauty as Types of Daylight:
The Pale Dawn:
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Quiet, gentle, and peaceful; her pace is slow and steady; her light is a pale glow that grows - you must take the time to sit with her to fully appreciate her beauty; isn’t very active on social media; tentative, like a deer- easy to startle and anxious; a worrier; she sits like patience on a monument; often approaches silent and unnoticed; takes the time to appreciate the little things in life; her pace is slow, and is often perceived as a person who lacks ambition (but remember the hare vs. the tortoise); often appears indecisive while in groups; hates being the center of attention; gives off a glow that permeates the air with peace and comfort; rarely asks for attention; content to live her life without reference to anyone; when comfortable, reveals a colorful personality and wonderful sense of humor; whimsical and charming; prefers to mind her own business; under the radar; has a specific morning ritual; doesn’t like to rush; in tune with nature; has her comfort person, and reveals herself exclusively to this person; talks softly; tries not to take up space (has a hard time accepting that she is allowed to take up space); appears withdrawn but is simply careful with how she spends her energy; surprisingly independent; in her mind exists a deep well of thoughts (which she rarely shares with the class); doesn’t like loud music; hates arguments and will do anything to stop them — including stuffing her own wants and needs; constantly seeking a harmonious environment; is tired out easily by people; retreats when stressed, anxious, or fatigued; easily becomes melancholy; careful and methodical; deceptively easy going; genuinely happy to go with the group; prone to passive aggressive behavior; secretly stubborn; when unhealthy: takes things too personally and makes people walk on eggshells; when healthy: extremely understanding and thinks the best of people; is the most loyal and understanding companion you could ask for; lives in the shades of grey; a soft, warm soul; appears delicate but is strong in spirit; love language: time spent.
Vibes: fairy circles in a meadow in the forest; Wes Anderson films; Hayao Miyazaki, Victorian England; Class: Druid; reading at a quiet coffee shop on the coast; barefoot in a field of flowers; cats curled up in a patch of sunlight
Colors: pastels: mossy green, butter yellow, robin’s egg blue; earth tones
Personality Profiles: Arwen; Hobbits; Elves; element: water; Anne (Persuasion); Master Yoda; Cinderella; Snow White; Hufflepuff; Type 6 and 9; Professor Lupin
Songs: “Kristofferson’s Theme” by Alexandre Desplat; “As Needed” by Beirut
Noonday Sun:
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bright, bold, and strong; unflinching and unapologetic in her approach to life; her energy polarizes others like a magnetic force; Powerful: a bulldozer when unhealthy, or a fierce protector when healthy; she has no time for your bullshit; she is who she is; mood swings; loves hard; can be perceived as blunt or harsh: there are no blurred lines, only light and shadow, love and hate; tells things like she sees them, with little to no filter; volume control problems; tends not to catch subtle signals/ appear oblivious to certain social rules; enjoys life to its fullest; excellent at self care; will ignore you if she thinks you’re stupid and your opinions suck; cares about honor, chivalry, and justice; not afraid to make a mess; will break a few eggs to make the omelette; would rather learn first hand by making her own mistakes; jaded by life’s unfairness; a romantic at heart; easily overcome by her feelings, and cannot NOT express them with the same level of emotion she feels; interprets things more literally; unique and stylistic in her view of life; may have difficulty coming to terms with her power/ others have difficulty coming to terms with her power; if you abuse her trust, she’ll never forgive or forget; seeks (and often struggles) to find her own unique path in life; often misunderstood and mistreated; leader of procrastination nation; will invade your space; will take up space, no apologies; her sarcasm often comes off as serious; has savage burns; once you earn her loyalty, she will burn the world down for you; hates fads (is low key hipster, though she hates that too); drowns her feelings of they feel too big; either looks pulled together or pulled apart; will fight like a bulldog for what she believes in; blazing eyes and stubborn chin; hyper fixator; stubborn; she is valuable and loved because of her strength - she is also often pushed away because of it; Loves big; A feeler; vibe checker; love language: physical touch.
Vibes: Medieval times; Arcane (League of Legends); Vikings; the 1980-1990s; Class: barbarian; thunderstorms; late night drives to the beach, windows down music blaring; doc martens
Colors: CMYK
Personality profile: element: fire; Gryffindor; Type 4 and 8; Thor Odinson and Valkyrie; Anakin Skywalker; B’Elanna Torres; Mandalorians; Sirius Black; Ginny Weasley
Songs: “Middle Finger” by Bohnes; “Seize the Power” by YONAKA
Golden Hour:
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Soothing, warm, supportive; she knows how to make people feel good about themselves; cares about people and wants them to feel seen and heard; a great listener; popular and friendly; prefers to shine the spotlight as opposed to being in spotlight; supportive of dreams and ideas; often runs out of energy for her own problems because she’s too busy worrying about everyone else’s problems; despises exclusivity- everybody should be included; toxic trait: claims she doesn’t need the credit for her hard work, but becomes resentful if her work is not acknowledged; supportive; when healthy: wise and balanced; when unhealthy: self important and self righteous; understands people/ compassionate; has a hard time being vulnerable; hates being seen as inept/ careful not to make any missteps; feels selfish if she talks about herself for too long; thinks self care means only doing productive things; had difficulty setting boundaries; love language: acts of service; sees the world as a mission field; dry, quick wit; savior complex; excellent at noticing the little things about people that are often overlooked; attention to detail; often thinks her way is the best way; grounded and stable; easy going confidence; prefers a supportive role as opposed to a lead; hard on herself; perfectionist- and often projects that onto others while under stress; has an obsession with how she’s being perceived; she glows with a light that gilts all she touches in gold; struggles with wanting to control everything; committed to a strong belief system; isn’t interested in the theoretical; a servant leader; has trouble sitting still to enjoy the present; thinks she has to do things in order to be worthy of love and attention; the biggest heart you’ll ever see; quick to laugh and smile
Vibes: Joshua Tree at sunset; the Renaissance; The Way, Way Back (film); sunshine breaking through the trees; the afterglow of a core memory being made; a protective hug;
Colors: jewel tones
Personality profile: Phil Coulson; Pepper Potts; Obi Wan Kenobi; class: Paladin; element: earth; Type 1 and 2; The Jedi Order; Captain Janeway; the mom friend; Mon Mothma; Dumbledore;
Songs: “A place Only You Can Go” by NEEDTOBREATHE; “Roslyn” by Bon Iver
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bandofchimeras · 9 months
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girl who brushes her teeth with comet scrub powder
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nightcase · 2 years
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Tag yourself as:
Tag yourself as one of my personas/moods
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Oldest Sibling: Chaotic and unpredictable- chill one moment, irritable the next. You really need quiet, but you get loud in the rare times when it is. You can be really funny and witty, but are also very tired. You probably have gifted kid burnout syndrome. You usually have a mug of cold tea, and live in a comfortable yet aesthetically pleasing witch dress. Your siblings are easily annoyed by you, but also think you're really cool. They don't really *get* you and your quirks, but you don't really understand them either.
Leading man: Got casted as a main character of your opposite gender in the school play, and got hit by an *unexpected bout of gender identity crisis*. This was forgotten but left unresolved once the play eventually ended. You live in sweaters and trousers, with your hair tousled and your button down only partially tucked. You have probably ran into a public place with a prop sword, prepared to do...something, but you forgot what it was upon entering said public place. Now you look like a fool, but it's okay because you also look like a hot twink and hence have no fear or shame. You look and feel like someone's 'poor little meow meow', and you love it.
The Bone Witch: The reputation you were given by the straight people at school. They say you steal bones and haunt nightmares- you mostly aren't complaining. After all, your ears are pointed, and your canine teeth are indeed sharper than average, and your leather-bound journal does look like a spellbook...but you aren't really goth or emo, you're just...too anxious to speak, so the next best option is to look mysterious enough that people speak to you instead. You probably walk with your head held high and your lips pressed into a firm line- what else are you meant to do?
Somewhat Dipper: You are definitely not a child, but a welcomed bit of childhood clings on. You were the kid with the book about cryptids, with that boundless enthusiasm about finding a 'real live monster!'. Nowadays, you're a skeptic- after all, you never got that epic Gravity Falls summer, and you've lived in Oregon your whole life. But a part of you still hopes...and on summer nights, in your flannel, hiking boots, and pine tree hat, you can sit on the roof under the Big Dipper and let a part of yourself believe that the airplane in the sky is a UFO.
Ink stained hands: You stay up until ungodly hours on weeknights, working and working on a new passion project. It'll likely be set aside by sunrise, hated by afternoon, and completely forgotten by the next day. But it isn't about the project so much as the feeling- of an endless flow of ideas, of magic flowing through your veins and to your fingertips, manically sticking things to a map that's really a moodboard in your mind. The full moon seeps through your curtains as you work by candlelight, brought to life by this dreamlike shadowtime where anything is possible. The illogical is logical, the wrong is right, the ugly is beautiful. It's surreal, strange, and you hardly remember it come morning- but you know it happened, you can tell by your ink stained hands.
Manic pixie dream girl: This is not me, but it is what I've been mistaken for. Perhaps it is you. Perhaps you have curly hair, pretty but unconventional clothes, and bring perspectives no one considered. Perhaps you are impulsive and bold and do as you please. Perhaps a boy and a girl both fell in love with you, and perhaps you liked them back.
(I did not reciprocate, and hence became more like their manic-pixie-repressed-memory.)
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Might add on to this later, as there's a lot more
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ramayantika · 1 year
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𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬: 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
(Apna apna sab choose karlo 👀)
Bharatanatyam
The girl in red and gold. Never steps out of the house without a bindi, loves the sun a little too much and gets the perfect golden hour photos. Will drag you out in the sun to prove that her hair is brown. Looks no less than a goddess in traditionals, rocks desi wear as well as western, always the best dressed in the room and sometimes the overdressed one. A walking saree encyclopedia, dreams to have a large wardrobe just for her sarees. Will also lend you some of her sarees and drapes them so well. If you are wearing a saree for a date, ask her for help. Reads a lot of detective books maybe, ranging from Sherlock Holmes to Feluda. Has learnt martial arts too, armed with wit, got the best comebacks and will fight for her friends. Highly intimidating when you meet her first until you get to witness the soft sunshine version of her. Photogenic, loves the camera, could also be a model. Her walk radiates power and confidence. Ambitious and full of ideas, commands attention easily with a snap of ger fingers. Heads turn at her when she enters the room, an eloquent speaker because she is well read. Tries to spread happiness in her own ways, knows everyone in her neighbourhood, is friends with everyone, right from the little kids to the oldies in the park, the Mother hen of her group. Loves puppies and will cry while watching cute puppy videos. Cooks delicious dishes and watch her lash out if she finds out that you skipped breakfast. A pure soul, too kind and generous for the world and does her best in spreading happiness around her.
'It's honestly a choice which we have to make. We can choose to see everything as cold and heartless around us or start seeing at the brighter side of things. Trust me, the latter is a better choice. Why would someone want to live such a miserable life laced with bitterness and resent. I know I cannot singlehandedly make everything right in the world, but I can surely make a difference in at least a single person's life? Why focus on things at the greater scale when we can make changes that should starts from us?"
Odissi
The shy girl next door, writes poetry in her rough notebook, hopeless romantic and a daydreamer. For her, outing means a visit to the temple. Ardent admirer of all types of art, stares at temple sculptures and statues, and is also a history lover. Pink lip gloss, jasmine flowers and a doe-eyed beauty. Makes flower jewellery and will gift you many of her own works if you are her friend. Wears light coloured clothes and minimal accessories, light feminine, crushes over book characters and will make you see the best traits in yourself but forgets to look at the good in herself. Recites romantic poetry in front of the mirror and pretends to be someone's muse, replaces herself with the characters in period dramas Has gorgeous hair but will always keep them in a messy bun, but god when she lets her hair down, she looks like an angel. Her social life includes playing with children and narrating them stories and fairytales.
'His lips gently follow the trail of the small dots of sandalwood paste on her back. It forms a serpentine path on her skin and ends on the curve of her waist where his lips gently caress her soft skin, delighted at the treasure gifted by the perfumed trail.'
"You haven't even held hands with a boy and yet you can come up with this? How?"
"Oh, it's nothing. You have to see my writing journal and you will definitely believe that I am well versed in the arts of love."
"Arts of love? Who uses that?"
"Me. Now come, let's watch Jodha Akbar."
"Again?!"
Kathak
Kurtis and Anarkalis. Has long hair that is half of the time braided. Might also wear a parandi at events. Shayari aur ghazalein, listens to old Bollywood songs late at night under the moon on the terrace. Star gazing, late night deep conversations, vintage clothing, would write you hand written love letters. Knows hindustani music, sings late at night and sometimes in the early hours of dawn. Aankhon mein gehra kajal jise dekh na jane kitne uske aashiq bann gaye, deep eyes that will stare into your soul, loves to wear red lipstick and will wear silver jewellery with every outfit. To win her heart? Take her jhumke shopping. She is the desi pinterest aesthetic. Bases her personality on Sahibjaan from Pakeezah, Anarkali from Mughal-E-Azam, Umrao Jaan and Chandramukhi from Devdas. Has desi aesthetic moodboards on Pinterest and lives like it too minus the havelis and lots of expensive jewellery. If you are a poet, she will end up proposing you.
'जो मेरा नाम अपनी शायरी में अमर कर दे
मरूंगी तो केवल उस शायर के नाम'
"Umrao jaan 2.0 apni pariksha ki taiyari kare aapke non existent premi kavi ya shayar marks nahi dilayenge"
"Tauba tauba sara mood kharab kar diya"
Kuchipudi
Was made to learn dance and music as a child, knows how to play the veena or the sitar well, cannot sing but will play the instrument for you if you ask. Gold jewellery? No. Silver jewellery? No. Pearls? Absolutely! An all rounder, academically brilliant as well as in extra-curriculars, perfectionist and will breakdown at the slightest inconvenience. Loves to go on long walks, sunset photography, has a collection of journals and hauls stationary items. Collects fallen flowers and keeps them inside her books. soft smiles, long artistic fingers that always have ink spots, a small but a close friend group, wishes on flowers, so quiet that you might not her speak at times, notices the minute things about her friends and the people she meets. Looks too long into the mirror and loses herself, has too many questions but will never ask. Has pretty crazy dreams that could become book plots.
"Do you ever stare at your eyes in the mirror for a very long time? Do you feel your reflection change? Those eyes that look back at you... they have so much to say, they carry so many secrets inside them even though at a superficial level, it might seem that your reflection and you are the same, but it's not. When I look at myself in the mirror, I feel it's not me. I am not her nor am I anyone else. I feel I am a part of the galaxies, of stars and planets and of souls -- that I have existed here a long time ago and I have been reborn again for unknown reasons, reasons that somewhere my would would know. Do you not feel the same?"
Kathakali
Athletic, into sports, highly dramatic, can and will recite film dialogues at every situation, has a larger than life attitude, grand gestures and celebrations for her favourite people as well as for herself, always brimming with energy even at 3am, colourful flashy clothes that make her stand distinct from everyone, make-up game on point, a HUGE foodie, takes you to the best eateries and restaurants, indulges in pranks and all sorts of harmless mischief that makes her endearing, expresses everything just with her eyes. You can't say no to her because she will conjure such a facial expression that it would be difficult to say no which is why she gets away with mischief. Will debate about literature and philosophy, has a lot of knowledge about historical texts and scriptures, can easily make you laugh by imitating characters from stories and tales. Will also spam you with her thoughts and opinions on text and if you are in her close friend circle, keep your phone on because she will immerse herself about the latest book she read. Races with kids from her colony and lets them win, gully cricket vali didi, street smart, procrastinates assignments until the deadline is knocking at the door. Knows the secret spots in the city as well as their stories, has the best horror stories to narrate at a campfire.
"I know it's 2am, but is it okay if-"
"Even if I say no, you will tell me, but I am interested. Speak."
"What if all the characters in our epics were us, I mean like us normal human beings who achieved greatness and such divine status because of their work and somehow maybe that was the truth, but with time, we began thinking that we are not capable of becoming like them so we decided that we would take the credit of their hard work and replace it with magical powers and worship them, but not try and become like them? And somehow so many ideal kings, queen, warriors and artists when then look at us from heaven want us to achieve the same level of greatness like them? But they are sad that we think so less of ourselves? I am not denying God's presence though, don't get me wrong on that. I am talking about all the great people from stories that have been passed down to us. I do appreciate the creativity and imagination of the writers and poets involved, but what if we are actually failing to look more deeper into it. What if they want us to go beyond the veil of imagination in those stories and find ourselves in them?"
Manipuri
One word: Ethereal. Doesn't look like she belongs to this world. You saw her first at a waterfall, dressed in white and red shades, mostly prefers pastel shades, makes beautiful flower bouquets, has got a very melodious voice and when she sings by the waterfall with the swans sitting beside her, she appears like a water nymph. Playful eyes, whispers words, will wink and smile at you before disappearing into a run. She walks as if she is floating, got the lightest feet, soft dewy skin, nature's daughter. Sings before the Gods in temples, always has a peacock feather with her, makes one wonder if she is a human or someone divine, wants to live in a cottage overlooking lush green hills.
"Ironic isn't it that beauty, riches, pride, nothing shall exist in the end because we shall go back to mother nature, Prakriti? I shall be ash, a small heap of ash in the future and my stories, my experiences, the beauty which people love to talk about, nothing will exist. Even when humans leave a piece of land, they think it shall be dead and decayed, but they have forgotten Prakriti's nature. She is nourishing and a healer. She shall be the only one remaining."
Mohiniyattam
Loves to sit by a riverbank, serenity, looks at you as if she knows everything about you even about the words you shall speak next, mysterious vibe, doesn't trust anyone easily, lotuses are her favourite. Who is the girl standing waist deep in the river looking at the moon? Loves to wear alta on her hands and feet, wears anklets, longing side glances, perfectly arched eyebrows, dances in the rain, photographs everything, a natural charmer, goes to museums and coffee. Date ideas? Boat rides for evenings. A very private person, doesn't reveal much about herself, contemplates about Life and the Universe, space geek, stars are her friends.
When I look at you, at your great depths, I marvel at the power you have subdued while flowing through the land of Man. Born from the great peaks of mountain ranges, like a young girl who is pulsating with energy, you flow down your father's abode. Were you aware of your strength then? You cut through rocks, found your way through dense forests, and finally emerged into our land. We took you granted, knowing you shall forever exist for us, that you shall always nurture our bodies, our minds and our souls, until we witnessed your dance of death.
I wondered how Lasya, the feminine style of dance, also known as Goddess Parvati's style of dancing could be destructive? You swirled to great heights. With each turn, your colour darkened, absorbing the green from trees, the white from clouds, yellow from the sun, blue from the dawn and purple from sunsets. In the end your colour changed to brown and grey as you engulfed everything we held dear. You ultimately showed your hidden strength that you possesses in the days of girlhood until you heard us wail and weep. Motherhood came back to you, and with time, you began nursing us once again. The city repaired itself, we began learning about the secrets of life and death on your banks and children played with your gentle waters. And then you longed for love, so you advanced towards the sea, merging with its grand form. Once, I used to see it as a way of losing your entire identity, but now I see it as being one. You nourish man in the city and then with your dear love, the mighty sea, you nourish the life that resides inside water. I would like to be something like that.
"Is that why you spend so much time at the river?"
"Yes."
Sattriya
Plays the flute, the most non violent human, will never get angry, calm voice that might lead you to deep sleep. Nobody has seen her even glare at someone. Gold jewellery, squints at the sun, sings devotional songs for Krishna, cannot eat spicy food, lives in the hills, will definitely win if you race against her in the hills, knows quiet spots to appreciate the valleys. Has a great deal of knowledge about herbal medicines, one touch and you will feel that the pain is gone. Has Diy skin care methods ready, gives the best oil massage, cold hands in winter, looks adorable when covered in a shawl, red cheeks that appear like natural blush, makes the best tea.
"Close your eyes, open your ears and your mind too. You might begin to understand the language of the hills. They will send you messages of rain clouds, soft kisses of wintery breeze, fragrance of spring and gently warmth of the sun. Sometimes, if you look closely enough, you might get to know who you are in this world in front of them."
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I DID IT :D
Even though it's based on dance, but everyone isn't into dance, so i did try my best to make it inclusive and ofc i had to write these paragraphs because I felt more creative lol (just to sum up the vibes maybe that's why) It was a bit tricky to make for Sattriya and Manipuri. I looked up some articles and then some Assam and Manipur tourism videos and also some of theri dance videos too for this. Now I mentioned some of rhe traits and stuff based on the dancing history and the repertoire plus also from the place where it belongs too
Tell me your favorite one and which one you relate to the most.
Shoutout to @remen-nyoodless for the hindi lines
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haunterdaze · 1 year
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Something I found
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dolenphic · 2 years
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Types Of People I Know (pt.7)
Ji - A softie lowkey, loud as hell, single af, Family problematic, foodie, a K-drama fan, stands up to those who treats others like objects, never been in a relationship, has soft fluffy hands, never take relationship advice from them, will only reply with emoji nothing more, lowkey into kinky shit, cramming a night before exams, cute when sleepy, nail biting, will draw penis on your forehead if you fall asleep, good runner, promises, dirty sense of humor, sudden bursts of energy, a supportive friend, passionate and sometimes overreacts but it all ends up ok, has the attitude of someone who is at least 6’4 but probably isn’t, bad grades, holding hands, dancing in the kitchen late at night, walking around aimlessly, pretty good at video games, always ready to fight for you, moody af, hands always stays warm, sweet tooth, looks mad but isn’t, cat lover, bubble baths.
Ja - Shows great care about their friends, hard to understand at times, interacts with everyone, overthinking through the night, loud laughs, holding hands, bewitched by their hunger, seems warm but surprisingly coldblooded, peacefulness within violent waves of the oncoming emotions, quick smiles and quicker hugs, their patience is hanging by a thread, worried that they’re not good enough, waffles, floral prints, in love with cute animals, K-Pop stan, never replying to your texts, watching a small raindrop roll down the window, very dirty mind, loves taking photos of themselves, gentle giant, cuddles whenever wherever, just wants to have good time, forgets to take care of themself, looks older than they actually are, forgets to drink water, tries to look on positive side, motivated by other people.
He - Horror stories at 2am, talkative, cares but doesn’t show it, loud music, breaks everything just to see what’s inside, spinning other’s world out of control, the type to sell what others are buying, quick winks, loud voice, hearing the drums in their head all the time, no care in the world, baseball bats and bandages, chaotic energy, hates being left alone, gets distracted very easily, pancakes, youngest in the group, bambi eyes, combat boots, waking up unexpectedly early, dirty hands & leaves in their hair, doesn’t like being told what to do, bottle up emotions until they burst, a cold drink on a hot day, patterned socks, somehow popular between ladies, smart but hates school, warm heart, thrift stores, very confident, moody and kind of unpredictable, loves learning new things, plays minecraft, smiling at strangers.
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moonstruck-memories · 2 years
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Types of Girls as Desserts
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black forest cake: late night drives down empty roads. singing to lana del rey and beach weather at the top of your lungs. counting stars and mapping out constellations. breaking into abandoned buildings. loud, heartfelt laughter. feather tattoos and band t-shirts. leather jackets and pink converse signed in black. dark coffee with extra sugar. chipped teeth and fingernails painted neon. thrift stores and life long friends. falling in love too easily, loving too loudly. 
blueberry muffins: sunrise and waking up to birds chirping outside. listening to carobae on repeat till noon. empty canvases and paint stains. small cafes and iced teas. theme parks and cotton candy. heart shaped locket with pictures folded into it. the scent of home, and clean sheets freshly washed. notebooks full of pressed flowers. sunlight on your skin and the wind in your hair. the coastline and sand between your toes. breathing in and out freely. 
strawberry sponge cake: late afternoons and picnics in spring. dancing to SHY martin in the rain till you’re dizzy. doodled hearts in the corners of a diary. pink gel pens and flower charms. milkshakes at midnight and lip-gloss stains on the straw. scribbled poetry and song lyrics. friendship bracelets and rose quartz. the colour of sunset and cherry blossoms. art gallery dates and greek statues. long text messages and three hour phone calls. daydreaming out loud.
pumpkin pie: midday strolls and the crunch of autumn leaves. taylor swift concerts in your bedroom alone. cinnamon sticks and warm tea. diy videos on embroidery and sewing skirts. reading books before class starts. cozy bookstores and losing track of time. acoustic guitar and finger tattoos. murals painted on the wall. handmade gifts and handwritten love letters. bonfires after dusk and burnt smores. wishing on stars and flower petals.
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These are honestly so much fun to make ;)
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