#❪ ⋅ ◆ ⋆ — ❛ ft ophelia ❜ ❫

[bruxbea]

was originally playing with markers but ended up going over the whole thing again digitally~ my Fields of Mistria farmer who may or may not be a harvest goddess in "disguise"-

[endoferasandallthings]

Ophelia by John Everett Millais // I Felt Younger When We Met by Waterparks

[nymphpens]

Hamlet in a nutshell:

[ategods]

zee ( @razedeities ) said: " how about we start with 'thank you' ? "

" you want me to thank you for doing the job you were hired to do? "

she speaks the words around a splatter of crimson, carnage at their feet. most of their enemies had fallen at her behest, by her hand. coming out of a blind spot, one had slipped by her radar and ran at her. in the seconds that had passed between being pummeled into the dirt and standing back up, the problem had been dealt with. by him.                               & now he wanted her to grovel at his feet for doing the bare minimum? ophelia both envied and despised him for his insouciance; she imagines how different her life would be if she didn't always insist on working herself RAW to the wills of the authorities that be. a dead stare follows her query, and silence, which is filled only by the unabating beeping of a nearby car alarm.

" thank you. i'm sure vought will be happy to defer the search for your replacement until next month. "

[ofwrxth]

@rviner

[tossmyambitions]

[kennedyxwarren]

who: kennedy & @opheliachay

where: harmony ranch

when: creek fest ( september, 2024 )

Stopping by the Harmony Ranch to explore the small market of fresh produce, Kennedy's eyes traveled to the corn maze set up. It would've been fun to see if she made it out in record time, so she put her plans on hold and headed into the maze. It shouldn't have been that long after all. Well, that's what she originally thought, but she felt like she'd been in there a while after taking a few turns. Coming to another crossroads, she let out a quiet sigh. As she'd debated which way to go, she heard the steps of another, turning slightly. "About time I run into someone else," she gave the woman a bright smile. "Not to be dramatic but I was beginning to think I was the only one here."

[awalkoflife]

closed starter for @grcveyacd / ophelia.

" uh... " he hesitates, partly because he doesn't want to let her down, but also because he really doesn't want to go out tonight. " i was actually hoping we could have a night in ? " without admitting it to her, seth's social battery is running low. the looming threat that's hanging over all of their heads is enough to kill the vibe, quite literally. he's not much of a drinker either, which means that whenever he does attend a social gathering, it's mainly to look out for ophelia. " i don't know babe, ever since elijah's party... i just --- i'm happy to have a quiet weekend if you are. " he says it sincerely, trying not to sound like a buzzkill. " it might be wise to take it easy, you know ? at least for a little while. " until people stop dying...

[flirticst]

@hvneybxns / OPHELIA : " it feels like forever . where the fuck you been , bitch ? " profanities come as a term of endearment to the other , lounging back slightly in her chair as a brief sip is taken from the mimosa in hand . boozy brunch always meant one thing for the femme – a chance to catch up on the latest gossipings that she might have missed in the others life and today was no exception . " you haven't even made time for little 'ol me ... so something good better be going on . "

[mr-saavik]

Finally hung the minotaur tapestry I made up!

[petaurodelazucar]

“Por más pequeña que me vea, sé muy bien lo que estoy haciendo.” Ophelia tiende a pecar de vanagloria cada que puede. Aunque no son más que ella, su viejo libro de sombras, su vestido fino y deshilachado, y sus pies descalzos, está más que convencida de que tiene todas las herramientas para adentrarse sola en el bosque. Bosque que solía ser su antiguo hogar. Donde yacen las cenizas de su primera casa y, por consecuente, más de un cazador ha de estar buscándola. “¿Podrías confiar aunque sea un poco en mí?” ⟋ @smileflowcr

[starlingisms]

[WHISPER] [ ophelia x seonho🤭]

[WHISPER]: sender whispers sweet nothings into receiver's ears | @evocatiive 🙈

The two lay comfortably in Seonho's bed, a place of increasing familiarity and warmth for Ophelia. While cuddling up beside his form, she had reached for his hand and laced his fingers with hers. Their digits laze against each other, pressing and pushing, lacing and stretching. Strands of hair had been tucked behind her ear after an eventful night of bedroom activities. The lull of a slow, quiet morning allows for sleeping in together.

"You know, I've always wondered what it'd be like to have my hand in yours," she mutters softly against him. Her voice is light and airy with a hint of sleepiness lingering at the edge. "And even though your hands are rough, they can be so gentle with me." She let a thumb caress and swipe across his palm before pressing his hand to her lips for a soft kiss. Her hand then drops and presses against his bare chest and feels his heart beat, his breathing rising and falling. Another comforting sensation that she realizes helps her fall asleep easily.

"And every time I'm here, I feel like I can stay here forever." A small pang follows at those words but Ophelia chooses to ignore it and to let them just be in the moment. And in this moment, she wants Seonho--his company, his time, him.

With renewed energy, a coy expression crosses Ophelia's features as she pushes herself up to look over at Seonho. Head tilts as her gaze meets a curious look before she situates herself to straddle upon him. Her hands reach for his again, weaving them together once more, before she leans down for a quick peck.

"Ready for another round?"

[seolinah]

closed for @starlingisms / this (second bullet point) ft. simon x ophelia

Being set up for a date wasn't something he'd normally agree, and being set up on a blind date wasn't something Simon ever wanted to do. But after weeks of being nagged by his friends, he reluctantly agreed just so they'd shut up. Now seeing who exactly he was seated across from though, he wished he had told them to leave him the hell alone.

He couldn't quite remember the last time he'd seen Ophelia, but being set up on a date with his ex was definitely not the way he would've wanted to run into her again. Tapping his fingers along the table top mindlessly, Simon kept his expression relatively neutral in the hopes of not looking uncomfortable. "So I guess we have some friends in common again... Obviously never gave them a run down of my relationship history or we could've avoided this weird surprise."

[fyrewalks]

starter for @unfogged

"Why didn't he just talk to me myself," Adri sighs, elbows heavy on the counter of the nurse's station. She's exhausted and now frustrated. This is going to be a thing - a big shitty, annoying mess to somehow untangle as the last few hours of the night shift tick by.

"Fucking residents," she mutters, at least wise enough to keep her volume low enough for only them to hear.

She hates this too; Adri doesn't like falling into the stereotype of a spiteful nurse constantly at odds with doctors. A lot of the time, she adores the doctors she works with, more so the residents fresh out of school and in need of some guidance. And if she doesn't like them, Adri at least treats them with the respect deserving of their position.

"Over/under in needing a drink after this," she asks straightening up. Oh, maybe she'll go to mimosas after this.

[monnstrous]

“ have you eaten today? ” /oph + nik

― ❛ inbox ❜ ↬ accepting !

❝ have you eaten today ? ❞

now playing : florida!!! by taylor swift.

                                                                        não esperava pela visita no saguão do laboratório quando saiu de suas atividades. mais uma cobaia - morta. ele começava a pensar que estavam fazendo de propósito para mexer com seus nervos ! esterilizado , e livre de todo o sangue , tal que naquele dia atípico não o fez dar sinceras gargalhadas infantis, mas sim, jogar para o chão o bisturi, com um xingamento que era ainda mais incomum em seu tom, ele vestiu o casaco longo e escuro, tirou do escritório papéis de possíveis ' interessados ' , e seguiu para fora da sala com um expressão de poucos amigos. que não mudou ao vê-la, talvez se transformando em um desgosto ainda mais severo. ― ❛ veio tomar alguma vacina ? ❜ inquiriu, desinteressado, tentando passar pelo corpo menor sem dizer muito. ― ❛ estamos fechados, volte amanhã. ❜ avisou, com um sorriso que foi forçado a aparecer em um flash, ali em um momento e perdido no próximo.

                                                                        foi ao passar pela garota e tirar as chaves do carro do bolso, que ouviu sua pergunta, costas viradas para a mais nova. arqueou a sobrancelha, mesmo que ela não pudesse ver e sentiu a irritação transformar-se em algo - diferente. podia ouvir a mente maquinar todas as formas como ele poderia a usar para os experimentos, se apenas oferecesse mais de sua disposição rosada, doce, melosa. talvez então, ela viesse de bom grado.

                                                                        virou-se nos calcanhares, o curvar dos lábios agora preguiçoso e dedicado a tarefa em mãos - charmoso. ― ❛ ainda não. ❜ aproximou-se alguns passos, até estar na órbita dela. ― ❛ quer se juntar a mim ? ❜ convidou, com um tom interessado , quase predador pois ele entendia - era isso que fazia o coração acelerar. a ideia de que alguém , nunca movido por emoção que não fosse maliciosa, pudesse se importar pela primeira vez. no seu caso, a segunda. ― ❛ prometo que não vai se decepcionar. ❜ provocou em uma cadencia açucarada, como quem falava de uma proposta única com finais ainda mais prazerosos.

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @surv1vor

"i  didn't  know  being  honest  means  being  a  dork  these  days."  minjun  says,  shaking  his  head  with  a  sheepish  smile.  "happens  to  the  best  of  us."  he  shrugs,  able  to  relate  all  too  easily  to  the  experience  of  falling  for  someone  at  the  wrong  time.  "well,  well  —  aren't  you  lucky,  'cause  i'm  the  most  unproblematic  man  that  i  know  of,  and  i  happen  to  know  a  lot  of  people."  he  boasts,  perhaps  slightly  exaggerating,  though  he  doubts  any  of  his  friends  would  disagree  wholeheartedly.  "it's  just  ice  cream."  he  shrugs,  but  they  both  know  that  it  is  the  companionship  that  counts,  and  that's  what  best  friends  are  for,  right?  he  ignores  the  strange  heaviness  in  his  chest  every  time  he  watches  her  fall  for  someone  that  he  knows  to  be  wrong  for  her.  "bet  it  tastes  better  when  you're  with  the  bundle  of  joy  that  is  me,  though,  no  doubt."  he’s  just  being  silly,  but  if  it’s  what  it  takes  to  bring  back  her  smiles,  he’d  make  peace  with  being  called  a  dork.