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koobiie · 10 months
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my one piece oc <3 <3 <3 her name is camille and she works at galley la
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noctilucentis · 10 months
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from the series “Mornings on the Seine”, by Claude Monet
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way-of-water · 2 months
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Neytiri (Avatar The Way Of Water 2022)
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camille-lachenille · 22 days
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I’ve reached such a whole new level of pain and exhaustion I don’t even feel it anymore. I am distantly aware my every muscle and joint are screaming in protest whatever I do but it doesn’t even register as I go about my life. It’s very interesting in a weird way to see how I can power through constant pain and sleep deprivation by just… ignoring it? Bc if I listened to my body I’d do nothing for a full month and that’s not doable bc of my mental health.
Anyways, I’m not complaining or anything, just observing what my body’s doing. Chronic pain is kinda fascinating I must say.
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landschaftsmalerei · 3 months
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Der Fischer, Abendeffekt, um 1860-1870 von Jean Baptiste Camille Corot (Undatiert, )
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yoan-le-grall · 4 months
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camillehenri · 1 day
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The other day, I decided to practice flowers and oil pastels. I picked a tulip for this study because, when I started drawing plants, tulips were some of the first flowers I managed to depict properly.
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 A couple of days later, I decided to try my hand at water soluble oils and I thought it could be fun to use the same reference for that study. I forgot to prime my paper, though, so the paint got sucked into it as soon as I laid it down.
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I am a sucker for symbols and looked into the meaning of tulips. If you are interested, here’s what I learned. Apparently, the tulip is the flower of Spring or the herb of the Moon. Tulips can represent the perfect lover, a declaration of love, imagination and dreaminess, prosperity and rarity, or passion. From what I read, the meaning attached to the flower also depends on its colour (red for passion, white for purity, etc.).
I am still looking for good resources regarding plant symbolism. The ones I found did not really give details as to why certain meanings were attached to a particular plant, which I found kind of frustrating. If you know a good book or website on this topic, please let me know!
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jimekas · 7 months
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6 SOULs - SOUL Modes
Cyan = Immobility (Invulnerability)
Orange = Speed
(Dark) Blue = Gravity
Purple = Teleportation/Dodge
Green = Protection
Yellow = (Counter)Attack/Riposte
My 6 SOULs children and the way their SOUL behave in a fight, as well as some... magic? :)
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firelise · 6 months
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LOVED that marvel ending. Thank you. A treat for me. Let the mess continue <3
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sociallyawkwardseal · 7 months
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Prompt: Fictober: "Fine. Explain it to me."
Fandom: Lumine
Summary: Sera hasn't talked to Camille in a couple of weeks. Camille is desperate to find her and talk about it. (Takes place a few days after the initial incident).
Content Warnings: None that I can think of!
Words: 943
Through the crowd, Camille caught a brief glance of a familiar pink scarf. Though it was just out of reach, the face of its owner just out of sight—hair and ears hidden by a cap—she knew. She didn’t have to see her face to know that it was Sera. It was innate, almost like magic itself, the two had been so close to each other for so, so long, that even a few weeks of separation wouldn’t cause her to misidentify her.
“Sera!” Camille reached out, pushing past the couple as she shuffled through the small crowd of people looking at the farmer’s market booth. “Sera—” She lost sight of her for a moment and whipped around, her eyes scanning every face and outfit that she could.
Pink, pink, look for that pale pink scarf. She repeated to herself. Sera’s had it for years. It’s her favorite. She’s had it since we were in school.
When she saw the end of it, everything else in the world disappeared; the noise, the clutter of the walking path, the people nearby faded and left her alone in the cold winter sun with Sera. She reached out, seizing her arm and holding tight to the sleeve; her green eyes immediately flicking up to stare into her brown eyes.
“Where have you been?” Camille said, her eyes desperately scanning Sera’s face for any answer. Anything. “I’ve been worried sick about you—do you realize how long I’ve been trying to find you? You don’t answer my calls, my texts, you don’t answer your door or come over anymore—”
Not now. I can’t cry now. She scolded herself, her eyes burning as she stared at Sera’s aghast face. Ever since you accidentally took that stupid potion…
“Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed you…?”
“Camille…” Sera’s expression softened as she turned more to face her, her bag falling heavily against the bend of her elbow and rocking her only briefly. She reached out, taking Camille’s other arm in her own hand. “It’s a lot. And it’s just. Complicated. Dumb, it’s dumb…”
“Fine.” Camille replied, gritting her teeth as she squeezed Sera’s arm a little—a small reassurance that she was real, that she was here in front of her. That this wasn’t just a dream. “Explain it to me, then. Why are you trying so hard to avoid me?”
“I’ll explain. Just. Come on, let’s get off the street.” You’re actually about to cry… She tacked on silently, squeezing Camille’s arm in return before pulling away. Usually you’re so composed. A little grumpy, but… “Sorry about all of this.”
“God, I can’t believe I’m about to cry in front of you.” Camille hissed, still holding onto Sera’s arm as the two moved through the small crowd and towards a nearby bench. “In the middle of the street, at that.”
“It’s fine. I figured you would be upset…” Sera’s arm slid as she turned around to face her again; she moved to lightly touch Camille’s gloved hand, and waited for Camille to shift to hold her hand. “I really am sorry. I didn’t think it would bother you this much…”
“I hear you, I hear you.” Camille said, easing onto the bench as she held her hand loosely in hers. She squeezed, slowly relaxing. Sure, the warmth they shared was blocked by the gloves, but having her there, tangible, her voice grumbling and soft against her ears, it was reassuring enough. “So. Why…?”
Sera stayed quiet for a moment, avoiding eye contact as she rubbed her thumb along the side of Camille’s hand. She wasn’t sure what she was trying to look at—there wasn’t much of a crowd anymore, she wasn’t sure that there even was one to begin with, or if she herself just felt crowded and trapped. “It’s going to sound. So stupid.”
“As if you just running out of my place freaking out and swearing you would pay me back wasn’t stupid? Insisting it was your fault, when I was the one who left the bottle closer to you, saying that you would pay me back for all of it, what you drank, the ingredients to reverse it—you were sick. What if you were a different patient and I had done that?” Camille teased, a tiny smile pulling on her lips. “You didn’t have to do that, you know. We can work on getting the funds to change you back to—”
“No. I need to do this alone. You can say it wasn’t my fault all you want, but…” Sera closed her eyes, breathing a sigh into the neck of her scarf as she sank a little bit. “I practically lived there. I should have known better, or I should have called or texted and asked if one of the bottles you left out was actually for me… I wasn’t a normal patient. I was sleeping in your bed, Camille. Who does that?”
“Definitely not a normal patient. Our bed, though. You know I consider it ours.”
“Not the point.” Sera closed her eyes. “The point is: I wasted something you made. Something expensive that you made. And I’m going to pay you back. I just… Feel awful being around you until then. So… While I work on this, while I work on paying you back, I just… Need a little bit of space.”
Camille took a moment, processing what was said. She nodded slowly, and looked back to Sera’s face—though, it’s not like she looked back at her.
“Alright. I’ll give you that space. I’m just glad you were actually able to tell me now…”
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vodka-and-ocs · 7 months
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Dungeons & Inkwells 5: Human artificer
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camilledecussac · 1 year
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"Medusa Moderna”
From my exhibition “Desperdirse a la Francesa” now in San Sebastiàn at the gallery Arteuparte
Find the original drawings and the prints here : https://www.arteuparte.com/arte/camille-de-cussac/
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way-of-water · 1 year
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Neteyam on his Ikran (Avatar The Way Of Water 2022)
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insomnianoctem · 2 years
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It’s amazing how I'm a whole grown-ass adult but I still have to play “chill out” games after playing certain Nancy Drew games because they legit scare me
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woundgallery · 1 year
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Camille Henrot, Untitled (Tropics of Love series), 2015
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camillehenri · 1 month
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Still sketching.
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