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🎃 Spooky Month Aesthetic! 🎃

Sabrina Carpenter + Amber Sweet! 💙

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amber sweet.

- and amber sweet is addicted to the knife...

- addicted to the knife?

- addicted to the knife.

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Mermaids of Sweets Aesthetic | Honey Mermaid  

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Reincarnated

Joel Miller x F!Reader // 4.5k

summary: A late-night text from an unknown number stirs up memories you thought you’d buried. It’s been years since Joel walked out of your life, but now he’s back. Old wounds resurface, boundaries blur, and the question lingers: is this a second chance or just another heartbreak waiting to happen?

warnings: this is just yearing, longing, sad tortured for years joel, theme's of heartbreak, no beta, two ex's, tommy makes an appearance, no smut here (I know I know this is not my usual)

notes: I don't usually write this kind of stuff (no smut) and I am not sure how I feel about it but this is my submission for @jolapeno's Dear-uary challenge my prompt was: An old flame unexpectedly texts the other after years of silence, sparking memories of their past relationship and wondering if the feelings are still there. A big thank you to @thundermartini my baby for holding my hand as per usual, helping me with the title, being my draft, my cheerleader supporting me through a hundred moodboard changes, @itwasntimethatdidit40 my sweet sweet freckles for being such a massive support, helping me with the moodboard pictures, being a cheerleader and reading through parts of this. and @sawymredfox for always being such a lovely support and listening to me ramble always I love you all more than you know.

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The sun dipped low behind the hills, painting the Texas sky in streaks of gold and crimson. Joel sat on the creaky old porch chair, boots propped on the railing, a glass of bourbon rested loosely in his hand. He wasn’t drinking to enjoy it tonight—more out of habit than anything. The bitter burn barely registered anymore.  

Beside him, Tommy leaned back in his chair, the faint smirk on his face telling Joel he was gearing up for one of his jabs. Tommy always had a knack for digging up things Joel preferred to leave buried.  

“You ever wonder what happened to her?” Tommy asked, his voice easy, like he was just making small talk. But Joel knew better.  

Joel’s grip on the glass tightened. He kept his gaze on the horizon, jaw clenching as he swirled the amber liquid. “Who?” he grunted, though his heart already knew the answer.  

Tommy chuckled, low and knowing. “C’mon, Joel. Don’t play dumb. You know who I’m talkin’ about. That woman you used to see when Sarah was little. The one who—”  

“Drop it, Tommy.” Joel’s voice was sharp, a warning shot, but Tommy, stubborn as ever, wasn’t backing down just yet.  

“Alright, I’ll drop it,” Tommy said, leaning forward. “But I’m just sayin’, you’ve been walkin’ around like a damn ghost for years now. You ever think maybe you oughta—”  

“I said drop it,” Joel snapped, his tone cutting through the lazy evening like a whip crack.  

That shut Tommy up, at least for a moment. He leaned back again, taking a swig of his beer and letting out a long sigh. “Fine. But you know I’m right. You can act like you don’t care, but I see it, Joel. Regret’s a hell of a thing to carry around.”  

Joel didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Instead, he stared out at the horizon, watching as the last sliver of sunlight disappeared behind the trees.  

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Later that night, Joel lay in bed, the house quiet save for the faint creak of the floorboards settling. Tommy’s words churned in his mind, unwelcome but persistent. Regret.  

The truth was, Joel had gotten real good at shoving his regrets into a corner of his mind and ignoring them. He had to. Otherwise, they’d eat him alive. But sometimes, like tonight, they crept back in, catching him off guard when his defenses were down.  

Your face came to him in flashes, unbidden but vivid as ever—the curve of your smile, the sound of your laugh, the way your eyes had always seemed to see right through him.  

He’d thought about you more than he cared to admit over the years. Wondered where you were, what you were doing, if you were happy. Wondered if you ever thought about him.  

Joel sat up, running a hand through his hair as he glanced at the phone on his nightstand. The idea of reaching out had crossed his mind a hundred times before, but he’d always talked himself out of it. What would he even say? What right did he have to show up in your life again after all this time?  

Still, something about tonight felt different. Maybe it was Tommy’s words rattling around in his head. Or maybe it was the quiet, aching loneliness that had settled in his chest like an old friend.  

Before he could think better of it, Joel grabbed his phone. He opened a blank message, staring at it for what felt like an eternity. Then, he typed, backspaced and typed again until he finally settled on something.

Hey, it’s been a while.  

He hesitated, thumb hovering over the send button. His chest felt tight, like the weight of all the years and mistakes was pressing down on him. But before he could change his mind, he hit send.  

The message hung there on the screen, simple and unassuming, but it felt monumental. Joel stared at it, heart pounding in a way he hadn’t felt in years.  

Minutes passed. Then longer. He sighed, setting the phone back on the nightstand. “Goddamn fool,” he muttered under his breath.  

But just as he was reaching to turn off the light, his phone buzzed.  

The buzzing sound jolted him more than he cared to admit. He picked it up, the faint glow of the screen illuminating his furrowed brow.

You: Who is this?

He hadn’t expected you to respond. Or maybe he had, but he hadn’t thought this far ahead. He was suddenly aware of how much rested on the next words he typed.

Joel: It’s Joel.

The three dots appeared almost immediately, then disappeared. They came back and stopped again. Joel could almost picture you sitting there, debating whether to even respond.

Then it came.

You: What do you want?

There it was. Direct. Guarded. Exactly what he expected. Joel leaned back against the headboard. He didn’t blame you. Hell, he deserved worse. But now that he’d started this, he couldn’t stop.

Joel: I don’t know. Just thought I’d check in.

The response came quicker this time.

You: After all these years? You just “thought you’d check in��?

Joel winced, hesitating over the screen again. Nothing felt right. Nothing felt like enough.

Joel: I’ve been thinking about you.

Another pause. He could practically feel your hesitation through the phone.

You: Don’t. You don’t get to do that.

Joel stared at your message. His jaw tightened as he fought against the surge of guilt rising in his chest. You were right—he didn’t get to do this. But here he was, selfishly dragging the both of you back into a mess he’d created.  

He set the phone down, ran a hand over his face, and stared at the ceiling. Memories of you flickered in his mind—how your laugh used to light up a room, the way your touch had always grounded him when the world felt too heavy. He’d walked away, thinking it was the right thing to do. For Sarah. For her mother. For everyone but you.  

The phone buzzed again. He sighed, picking it back up.

You: Why now, Joel? What’s the point?  

He’d rehearsed this conversation in his head so many times over the years, but none of those imagined scenarios had prepared him for this.  

Joel: There is no point. I just couldn’t stop myself tonight. I know I don’t deserve to be texting you.  

You: You’re damn right you don’t. You broke my heart. You don’t just get to waltz back in like nothing happened. 

Joel: I know I did. And I’m sorry. I should’ve said it back then, but I was too much of a coward.

He stared at the screen, waiting, but no reply came. The silence felt heavier than the darkness surrounding him, and for a moment, he wondered if that was it. If you’d finally had enough and decided to let him rot in the bed he’d made.  

You: But why now, why tonight? 

Joel: Tommy brought you up. Got me thinking. 

The truth hung there, plain and unvarnished. He could’ve lied, could’ve made it sound more noble, but what good would that have done?  

You: So what, I’m some ghost you decided to chase because Tommy made you feel bad? 

Joel: No. It’s not like that. I’ve thought about you every damn day since I left. I know that probably doesn't mean shit to you, but it’s the truth. 

You: Every day, huh? Didn’t stop you from choosing her over me. 

Joel shut his eyes, the memory of that choice cutting through him like a knife. He’d thought he was doing the right thing back then but in the process, he’d shattered something else—something that had mattered more than he’d been willing to admit.  

Joel: You’re right. I made the wrong choice. I know that now.

You: I don’t know if I can do this.  

Joel stared at the words. He wasn’t sure if he could do this either, but he knew one thing for certain—he didn’t want to let you go again.  

Joel: You don’t have to decide right now. Just let me talk to you. For a little bit. Please. 

You: Fine. But don’t expect me to make this easy for you.

A faint, bittersweet smile tugged at Joel’s lips. He didn’t expect it to be easy. He didn’t think he deserved it. But for the first time in years, there was a sliver of hope in his chest.  

Joel: Fair enough.

You: Still into music?

Joel’s brows furrowed, the unexpected question caught him off guard. The memory hit Joel like a sucker punch. The songs. That was how you used to talk to each other when words didn’t feel like enough.

Every morning, like clockwork, one of you would send a song with a time stamp—each track chosen so deliberately. Some days, it was your favorite love songs, sappy and sweet, reminding the other how much you cared. Other times, it was to lift each other up, a little nudge of hope when the world felt too heavy. And then there were the ones that said all the things neither of you could say out loud.

Joel: Always.

You: I’ll send you one tomorrow.

Joel: Looking forward to it.

Joel sighed, setting the phone back on the nightstand. Your last message sat heavy on his chest, lingering. He stared up at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight spilling through the blinds. His thoughts churned like storm clouds—your words, the memories they dragged back, the ache of something he thought he'd buried years ago.  

Eventually, the exhaustion won out, pulling him under. Joel’s dreams carried him back to a time when life felt a little less heavy, and the weight of his choices hadn’t yet settled on his shoulders.  

He saw you clearly, like a photograph that had been buried but never faded. You were standing in his kitchen cooking breakfast, barefoot and wearing one of his old flannels that hung loose on you, the sleeves rolled up past your elbows. It was early morning, sunlight streaming through the window and catching in your hair, painting you in a golden glow.  

Joel leaned against the doorframe, coffee mug in hand, watching as you hummed along to Fishin' in the Dark by The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band on the radio—one of those old country tunes you both loved. Your hips swayed to the rhythm, carefree and unselfconscious, like the world outside didn’t exist. You turned suddenly, catching him staring, and your smile lit up the room.  

“What?” you teased, eyes sparkling. “You gonna stand there all morning, or are you gonna help me?”  

“Don’t see a reason to move,” Joel drawled, his lips tugging into a smirk. “Got a real nice view from here.”  

You rolled your eyes, but your laughter bubbled up, soft and sweet, filling the quiet space between you. He couldn’t help but cross the room then, setting his coffee down on the counter as his hands found your waist.  

“Joel Miller,” you said, feigning exasperation as he pulled you close, his fingers brushing along the curve of your hip. “I’m trying to make breakfast, and you’re—”  

“Distractin’ you?” he interrupted, leaning in so his nose brushed against you.  

“Exactly.”  

“Good,” he murmured, before pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. You let out a soft sigh, melting into him, and for a moment, everything felt perfect—like the rest of the world could wait.  

The memory shifted, flickering like an old film reel. You were both lying on the couch now, tangled up in each other as a record spun on the turntable, and he could hear your voice, quiet but clear, singing along to a song you’d claimed was “for him.”  

“Every time I hear this one, I think of you,” you’d confessed, your head resting on his chest.  

Joel hadn’t responded with words. Instead, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his hand running idly through your hair. Actions had always been easier for him than words, and he’d hoped you understood what he couldn’t say.  

When Joel woke, the room was still dim, dawn just beginning to creep through the cracks in the blinds. He rubbed a hand over his face, groaning softly as the previous night settled back onto his chest. His phone caught his eye, and he hesitated before reaching for it.  

The screen lit up, and there it was—a new message.  

You: 3:01 - Exile by Taylor Swift. 

His heart kicked up as he clicked the link and let the song play, skipping to the time stamp. The haunting melody filled the room, and when the lyrics hit, he froze.  

“I think I’ve seen this film before, and I didn’t like the ending.”

Joel leaned back against the headboard, staring at the phone in his hand. The words hit harder than he’d expected—bitterness woven into a truth he couldn’t deny. But beneath the sting, there was something else.  

You’d sent him a song. After all this time, after everything that had passed between you, you’d listened, and you’d answered. It wasn’t an olive branch, not exactly, but it was a thread. A connection. A chance.  

Joel stared at the screen for what felt like an eternity, the song still playing in the background. The words hit like a gut punch, raw and honest in a way only music could manage. He exhaled slowly. He had to respond, and it had to be right.  

Scrolling through his playlists, he searched for something that could say what he couldn’t put into words. A chance to prove he wasn’t the man who had walked away. Something that could show you he wasn’t taking this lightly, that he regretted the past.

Then he found it.  

Joel: 2:26 - The Night We Met by Lord Huron.  

He hit send before he could second-guess himself, then opened the song and skipped to the time stamp.  

“I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met.”  

The lyrics bled through the room, a haunting confession of longing and regret. He closed his eyes, letting the melody wrap around him like a cold embrace. It wasn’t just a song—it was a plea.  

Minutes passed with no reply, the silence stretched long and thin. Joel’s chest tightened, doubt creeping in like an unwelcome guest. Maybe he’d read too much into your message. Maybe sending the song was too much.  

The phone buzzed in his hand, and his breath hitched.  

You: That’s a bold choice.  

A small, humorless chuckle escaped him. Bold, sure—but it was the truth.  

Joel: Figured it was fitting.  

You: It is. But that night it’s a hard one to go back to.  

Joel swallowed painfully, the weight of your words settling over him like a lead blanket. He didn’t blame you. 

Joel: I know. I can’t change the past. But I wish I could.  

You: Wishing doesn’t fix anything.  

Joel: You’re right. But maybe it’s a start.  

You: We’ll see.    

The conversation faded into silence after that, but Joel didn’t mind. For the first time in years, he felt like he’d taken a step—small, tentative, but forward.  

He wasn’t walking away this time. Not again.  

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The next day started quietly for Joel. After his usual morning routine—coffee, and an aimless walk around the property—he finally glanced at his phone, half-expecting silence, but there it was

You: 2:01 - All I Want by Kodaline

Joel sat on the oak chair at his kitchen table, his phone resting in his palm as All I Want faded out. Your song hit him square in the heart—a combination of longing and accusation he couldn’t argue with. He leaned forward with his elbows on the table.

Joel played the song, the ache in the lyrics settled heavy in his chest. "Cause you brought out the best of me. A part of me I'd never seen. You took my soul, wiped it clean. Our love was made for movie screens. But if you loved me, why did you leave me?" The words cut sharper than he wanted to admit.

Why did you leave me?  

The answer felt too big, too tangled in old guilt and choices he couldn’t take back. Joel rubbed his hand over his mouth, trying to think of the right response. Music had always been your language, but today, the words felt harder to choose.  

After a while, he scrolled through his playlists again, stopping when his thumb hovered over a familiar title. It wasn’t just about the lyrics—it was the feeling, the truth of what he wanted to say but couldn’t. He thought it might somehow tip the scales in his favor and so he typed.

2:41- Let Her Go by Passenger 

He opened the song and let the timestamp play, you only know you love her when you let her go and you let her go.

Finally, he hit the button, watching as the message marked "Delivered."  

The phone sat in his hand as he leaned back against the kitchen chair, the melody echoing in his mind. This back-and-forth of songs and guarded words—it felt like a lifeline, but also like walking on a tightrope. He wanted more, needed more, but he wasn’t sure if you were ready to give it.

The phone buzzed, breaking his thoughts.

You: You always pick the gut-punchers.

Joel exhaled a small laugh.

Joel: Never been good at subtle.

You: You’ve still got good taste in music, I’ll give you that. Suprised it’s not an oldie.

Joel smiled, a faint warmth spreading through his chest. It wasn’t forgiveness, not yet, but it was a step—a reminder that some part of you still wanted to talk to him.

By the sixth day, it felt like you both slipped back into old habits, texting each other all day about everything and nothing. Joel found himself smiling more, laughing even. It wasn’t like the years hadn’t happened—those gaps still lingered, but they didn’t feel so wide anymore.

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The next few days blurred together in a steady rhythm of texts. It started slow—Joel’s messages were careful and measured. A “good morning” here, a comment about the weather there, and a song in between. But soon, the conversations stretched longer, dipping into familiar topics and inside jokes he hadn’t thought about in years.

It was comfortable and natural. Everything was falling back into place, even though you weren’t sure if you were ready to let it.

Joel: Thought about calling you earlier.

You: Why didn’t you?

Joel: I don’t know. Didn’t wanna push too hard, I guess. But I miss hearing your voice.

You: Well if you’re going to call, might as well make it a video call. Let’s see if you’ve aged as much as you sound like you have ;)

Joel blinked at the screen, his lips twitching into a surprised smile. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at the hallway mirror. “Damn you old fool,” he muttered to himself, brushing a finger over the lines on his face.

Joel: You sure? Don’t want to scare you off.

You: I’ll take my chances.

Joel chuckled, the sound low and almost nervous as he tapped the video call button. His heart thudded in his chest as the screen shifted, the ringing filling his ears until, finally, the call connected.

Your face appeared, a little blurry at first before the image settled. Joel stared, his breath catching at the sight of you, just as beautiful as he remembered.

“Hey,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence.

Joel swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the phone. “Hey,” he replied. He gave a small, self-deprecating smile. “Guess this is me. Older, grayer, and maybe a little wiser.”

You tilted your head, a smirk forming on your lips. “You don’t look half bad… for an old man.”

Joel chuckled, the sound more relaxed this time. He paused, his eyes scanning your face through the screen. “It’s real good to see you.”

You nodded, your expression softening. “It’s good to see you too.”

Joel leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing as the two of you settled into the call. His smile lingered, even as he tried to play it cool. “Y’know, video calls weren’t much of a thing last time we talked.”

You laughed, resting your chin on your hand. “Yeah, it’s weird seeing you like this. Makes you feel closer, though.”

He nodded, the warmth in your voice made his chest tighten. “Closer’s good. Been too damn long.”

Your gaze softened, and for a moment, neither of you said anything, just letting the silence stretch. Joel was the first to break. “So, I passed the test, then? Don’t look too ancient on camera?”

You laughed, the sound sending a ripple of nostalgia through him. “You’re doing okay. Grays suit you.”

“Flatterin’ me now, huh?” He leaned forward slightly. “I think you’re tryin’ to distract me.”

“Distract you from what?” you asked, raising a brow, but there was a playful lilt in your voice.

“From how damn beautiful you are,” he said, the words leaving his mouth before he could stop them. He blinked, his expression shifting as if he wasn’t sure he should’ve said it.

“You always were a charmer, Miller.”

“Not sure ‘bout that,” he replied, rubbing the back of his neck. “Think I just say what I mean when it comes to you.”

The honesty in his voice made your breath hitch, and Joel caught the way your expression softened, your playful demeanor faltering for just a moment.

“You always did have a way of catching me off guard,” you said finally.

“Guess it’s mutual, then.” He leaned back in his chair. “You’ve always had a knack for makin’ me say things I don’t plan on sayin’.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Like tellin’ you how beautiful you are,” he said without missing a beat, his tone steady now, as if he’d decided to own the moment. “How much I’ve missed seein’ that pretty face, hearin’ your laugh.” He paused, his eyes holding yours through the screen. “How much I’ve missed you.”

“Joel…” you began, but he cut you off with a gentle smile.

“Don’t gotta say anything,” he said softly. “Just… wanted you to know.”

You shook your head, a smile breaking through. “You always do this, you know? Say something that makes it impossible to stay mad at you.”

“Not my intention. So, how ‘bout you? You miss me at all, or am I just an old fool?”

"I mean, you are an old fool, but…"

"But?"

"But maybe I missed you a little," you teased, holding your thumb and forefinger an inch apart for emphasis.

He shook his head as a laugh rumbled out of him. "A little, huh? Should’ve known I’d only get a half-assed compliment outta you."

"Hey," you shot back, grinning now, "that’s more than most people get. Consider yourself special, Miller."

"Special, huh? Careful now—you keep sweet-talkin’ me like that, and I might start thinkin’ you missed me a lot."

You laughed, rolling your eyes. "Don’t push your luck."

The silence that followed wasn’t uncomfortable—it was charged, full of unspoken things. Joel shifted in his chair, his thumb brushing absently along the edge of the phone. He hadn’t realized how much he’d needed this, how much he’d needed you. And now that he had you on the other end of this call, he wasn’t sure how he’d gone so long without it.

“So,” he started, his voice softer now, “what have you been up to all these years? Catch me up.”

You shared bits and pieces of your life. Joel listened intently, his eyes fixed on the screen like you might vanish if he looked away. Your laugh filled the space between his words, and every now and then, you’d tease him about his “old man” habits or the way his drawl had only gotten thicker.

It was easy. Too easy. And Joel realized he didn’t want the call to end.

“Y’know, this… this ain’t enough. Seein’ you like this. Hearin’ you talk. Feels good, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not the same.”

You hesitated, your smile faltering. “What are you saying, Joel?”

“I’m sayin’… I wanna see you. For real. None of this video callin’ nonsense.” His voice dropped lower, softer, like he was afraid you might say no. “Just you and me. Like old times.”

You blinked, your lips parting in surprise before a slow smile spread across your face. “You sure you’re ready for that? Seeing me in person might ruin the illusion.”

“Doubt that,” Joel said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “I’ll take my chances.”

The day of the meeting came quicker than Joel expected. He stood outside the small café you’d chosen, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets to keep them from fidgeting. His heart was pounding in a way that made him feel like a damn teenager again, but he couldn’t help it. This wasn’t just any meeting. This was you.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Alright, Miller. When and where?”

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He looked around waiting to see you, and then Joel froze. There you were, standing just a few feet away, your face illuminated by the golden afternoon light. You looked just as he remembered, and yet somehow different—like time had added something to you, something he couldn’t quite put into words. His breath caught, and for a moment, he couldn’t move.

And then your eyes met.

It hit him like a punch to the gut, the kind of emotion he thought he’d buried long ago. There was no escaping it, no pretending it wasn’t there. The way you smiled at him, tentative and warm, like you were testing the waters but already knew the outcome—it was enough to undo him completely.

“Joel,” you said softly. It was the same voice he’d been hearing in his head for years, the one he’d convinced himself he could live without. But now that it was real, there was no going back.

“Hey,” he managed, his voice rough and uneven. He took a step closer until he was standing right in front of you.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. You just looked at each other, the weight of the years between you pressing down and then lifting all at once. Joel’s eyes traced every line of your face, every detail he’d missed, and he felt something settle deep in his chest. Something he hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

It was undeniable, inevitable. Whatever this was, whatever it could be—there was no stopping it now. Joel knew it, and by the way you looked at him, he knew you did too.

“Guess we’ve got a lot to talk about,” he said finally, his lips quirking into a small, lopsided smile.

“Yeah,” you replied, your own smile soft but full of promise. “We do.”

And as Joel held the door open for you, letting you step inside first, he felt it—the certainty that this wasn’t the end of something but the beginning.

Whatever came next, he knew one thing for sure - you were in it, and there was no turning back.

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☕︎ visual brew; julia potter •°

marauders dr — aesthetic archive [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]]

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the tea leaf tapestry of my marauders dr ≈

like gentle shadows cast by amber candlelight, julia dances on the edge of the world.

always the observer, the dying embers of a fire, the sticky blood-red residue of blackberry picking—an aftermath to the main course—she exists on the cusp of sunrise and the fall of twilight.

but she’s learned to like it that way; rather live like a warmth that draws in the shivering souls of those that need rejuvenation.

and it is in this very act that she becomes sunlight .. or rather the rays of sunbeams that shine down on a world gone cold.

filled with hope and a desire for crackling excitement, yet she takes everyday like a burning cup of firewhiskey—to be sipped slowly, to be savoured, to be chugged at the end when you know the heat has disintegrated but you just need to feel something . anything.

a charm caster and rune master, yet her calling resides in the natural, elemental magic of alchemising the world—the ancient practice of reinvention and conversion—to make the most simple of matter morph into gold, just as she morphs her emotions, into the sweet release of ocean tears that run down the crevices of her face. regardless of what her dear brother calls her .. a flobberworm

a deeply feeling individual in a world where feelings channel the magic that runs through your veins, the power that pumps through your blood. a mermaid cannot change her given scales, much like a girl cannot abandon her inherent disposition—the siren song of finding meaning in the tiniest of moments is like a curse that infects her soul’s eye.

however . she stokes the flames, she keeps her fire alive, unwilling to snuff it out for anything, even the prickling presence of nauseating perfection that is the youngest Black—not even his moss grey eyes and dark curls could soften the sneer that folds on her lips when they encounter each other, whether in a corridor or a classroom, in a prefect meeting or on the quidditch grounds.

at least with every match, she has her chance to soar in her element, to claim the spotlight, to steal the gleaming snitch. she has her chance to stand out from the shadows and become something to be revered, something to be her own.

listening to : julia potter ━━━━─────────────●── ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤ ↻

now playing :

၊||၊▸ mirrorball (the long pond studio sessions) — taylor swift

၊||၊▸ lightly — wildes

၊||၊▸ light my love — greta van fleet

၊||၊▸ falling — florence + the machine

၊||၊▸ to the wonder — aqualung ft. kina grannis

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

this is one of my absolute favourite dr's — something that i've worked on for years (much like my arrowverse dr) and on top of that, yet another dr that has a fan fiction based off of it that i'm currently writing and . yet to post .. oops?

this dr's story is only slightly changed from the fic , following the same trend of less trauma, more mystery and an overall safety net for all the people that i hold dear !!

will also be working on a relationship moodboard for this dr and my s/o the elsuive r.a.b. aka regulus arcturus black <33 anyway , both this and the planned relationship moodboard are ib my lovely fawn ≈≈ @elysian-fawn

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[miss-morgans-lover]

Take some Kendall for international women's day:

G'ma Betty was the first person she truly trusted, before that, she barely trusted herself, let alone others

It took her months to even think about the idea of telling the rangers anything about herself that the public didn't know

When she did it was the smaller things like that she's actually from Texas, and that she's adopted

It was when Heckyl was revealed and she fully broke down because she hadn't seen a thing, and she'd trusted him so blindly and he'd abandoned them, that she revealed her own abandonment issues.

She loves to dress as a cowgirl, as the stereotypical Texan, but she doesn't often because it would confuse the public who thinks she's from Amber Beach

She holds talks on women's empowerment, especially within the industry of paleontology, which is incredibly male dominated

She mentors Shelby in paleontology, to help her get ahead in the industry

Her favourite colour has always been purple

She drinks her coffee with milk and like 3 sugars, but only Shelby, Phillip and Chase know that

She hates hot tea with a passion, but loves cold sweet teas, especially in the summer, and especially raspberry

Her favourite jacket she owns is her black leather jacket which has a really dark purple lining. She got it from G'ma when she turned 19, and has worn it ever since

She adores the scent of vanilla and new books, and has multiple candles of both she lights when she's at home and overwhelmed

Her favourite science is chemistry, but she uses biology more

She's a semi secret history and mythology nerd, especially mythology

Her favourite element is fire, she finds it entrancing

Her bi awakening was a popular girl at one of her high schools when she was 14, but she didn't accept her sexuality till she was almost 17

She has therapy once a month to work through her abandonment issues and PTSD from her childhood

This is my canon Kendall moodboard and my gender/sexuality hcs btw ⬆️

[clockwork-ashes]

All You Have Is Your Fire - Part X

Find Part I here :)

Summary: 'I can hear your heart beating through the stone.' For the briefest of moments, Lucien wondered if his mate would know exactly when his heart’s steady rhythm came to a sudden stop.

Note: A huge thank you to the lovely @bettdraws who deserves all the credit for the post that inspired me to start writing this :) Another huge thank you to everyone reading! ALSO please look at this post, I gasped it's so lovely. All of @teddyhoneybear's moodboards are stunning <3

Tag List: @anishake / @nocasdatsgay / @mybestfriendmademe / @talibunny30 / @halfbutneverwhole / @wishfulimaginings / @goldenmagnolias / @emmers-bens123 /

Part XI >>

Elain had not slept well. 

Once again she had taken to sleeping curled up on the armchair by the fireplace in the suite she shared with Lucien. Elain could still feel the ghost of his defeat as she practically forced him to take the bed for the second night in a row, this time for entirely different reasons. 

When they had returned from the library, without Cora to break their awkward silence, Lucien had quietly asked Elain whether she wanted to sleep more comfortably. He correctly guessed that she had had a restless night, considering the events of the last couple of days. 

Elain found Lucien’s genuine concern charming. Had she not felt his muted emotions so strongly, she would have accused him of feigning such kindness. 

Elain was not shy when it came to politely slighting men she did not care for, a skill she had learned in the ballrooms of her childhood and had carefully honed as an adult. When it came to Lucien, Elain could admit that he had suffered her forced indifference for years without so much as the slightest bend on her part. 

Elain’s mind had been entirely made up with regards to the man the fates had seen fit to curse her with. She did not want a mate, and so she would go about her life as if Lucien Vanserra did not exist. 

Elain’s decision was always infinitely more difficult when Lucien was near, his scent lingered in the air of every room he stepped into, sweet apples and summer mornings. Elain would have taken the bed had she not been gripped with horror at the awful realisation that the sheets, the pillows, would smell as he did. 

Elain knew it would have driven her mad, and so she lifted her chin and set her jaw before she practically ordered that Lucien take the bed. Much to Elain’s surprise, he did not argue, but she could feel a steady sadness leaking down their shared bond. 

Elain had slept fitfully, but at least no dreams had plagued her, and for that she was thankful. 

As Elain beheld her reflection in the towering mirror, she was also thankful that despite her restless night, she looked as lovely and refreshed as ever. 

Elain still tended to avoid mirrors. The faerie she now saw resembled the woman she had been before, disconcerting in their similarities and yet unsettling in their differences. Elain would not have recognized herself in passing. She saw the way her lips tugged down at the corners, misery marred her expression, beautiful despite it.

“Autumn’s colours suit you, Elain Archeron of Night.” If Eris saw the tightness around her mouth, he did not mention it. Elain watched the way his amber eyes flashed in amusement through the mirror’s reflection. 

Even Elain could admit that Eris was right, the deep emerald colour of her gown matched well with her dark eyes. The golden details along the sleeves shone as bright as some of the sun bleached curls Cora had so carefully pinned back for her, the column of her neck exposed. The corset Cora had laced for Elain was comfortable, her breaths easy, heavy skirts fell to the floor, hiding slippers made from the same fabric. 

“You could be a queen,” Cora said sincerely, nodding in agreement with Eris’s statement. “All you’re missing is a crown.” 

Elain hoped that the High Lord of Autumn would think the same. She was nervous, her own anxiety mixing with Lucien’s as the time passed slowly and they both began to get ready separately for the welcome Beron had planned for the son he had exiled. 

Elain prayed that attending balls in the Hewn City had prepared her for the long evening ahead, and hoped that she could muster Feyre’s confidence and the smallest bit of Nesta’s poise. She found herself missing her sisters desperately. She missed Cassian, Rhysand, Azriel and his quiet but friendly presence. She missed Nyx most of all, discouraged without her family’s steady and constant support and love. 

Elain tore her gaze from the mirror, no longer able to bear the sight. “Thank you for all the help,” she said rather weakly, hoping her smile looked genuine as she faced her lady’s maid. 

Cora would also be joining the celebrations, and Elain was infinitely grateful for the other woman’s willingness to remain by her side. She wondered what Cora had said to Eris to convince him so easily that she should be present, but Elain quickly pushed the thought aside, promising to herself that she would bring it up when they were alone. 

“Do yourself, and those forced to be in your presence, a favour, Elain,” Eris continued, stepping so close she could see every sparkling diamond along the arch of his ear. “Never wear Night Court colours again, they drain you of all life.” 

Elain looked up at Eris briefly, fighting the childlike urge to cross her arms at him. She focused on straightening her skirts, her movements elegant. “I think that’s just your presence,” Elain mumbled, the words low enough she could deny them if they had offended the arrogant prince. 

Cora and Elain shared a surprised glance at the amused breath Eris released, not quite a laugh, but certainly charmed. She could have sworn that one corner of his mouth tilted up in the smallest of smiles, a glimmer of joy in his usually empty eyes. Had Elain blinked, she would have missed it. 

Elain noticed the way Cora’s dark eyes remained on the Autumn heir longer than usual, as her gaze slowly took him in. He was handsome, Elain supposed, in the strange way that the High Fae so often were. 

“No crown for you just yet, Elain,” expression once again serious, Eris lifted his hands just slightly, pale palms up. For an awkward moment, Elain wondered if she was supposed to do the same. Elain jumped, startled, when Eris summoned a small wooden box from thin air into his ready hands.  

The rubies on the ring’s of each of Eris’s fingers flashed in the light of the setting sun as he handed Elain the box carefully. She had not known what to expect, but she could not help the surprised parting of her lips as she opened the lid. 

Elain traced the stunning comb, the gold shining, the metal looked as though it had just been polished. Shaped like the branch of a tree, little pearls were evenly placed between the small leaves. “This is…” Elain truly had no words, the accessory was so lovely, she went to lift the comb from the box, but Eris clicked his tongue in warning. 

“Careful of the teeth, you’ll find they happen to be much sharper than expected.” 

Elain paused, eyes flicking to Eris before she lifted the comb from its case. “A weapon?” she asked, disbelief in her tone. 

Eris shrugged, the wine red fabric of his jacket straining with the motion. “I don’t suppose they taught you how to handle a dagger in the Night Court?” Elain shook her head at him, and he did not seem surprised by her admission. With a wave of his hand, the case disappeared and Elain was left with just the comb in her hand. “Then this is better, should someone bother you, aim for the eyes.” 

Elain’s own eyes widened at the thought. “Do you – I mean, is it likely that I would need this at all?” She was uncomfortable with the suggestion that she might need to fight someone. If Eris had hoped to settle her nerves, he was achieving the opposite.

Eris raised an auburn brow, scowling as he responded. “You’re not in the City of Starlight anymore, Elain. I’ll tell you now and you would do well to remember this piece of advice for the remainder of your stay in Autumn. Be armed always.” 

Elain felt her panic as it choked her. She merely nodded, knowing that if she spoke her voice would have been small with fear. 

“Don’t worry,” Cora interjected, rushing to reassure Elain. “Lucien will be with you at all times, I doubt any harm would come to us with him by our side.” 

“I doubt you, too, would need Lucien’s protection, considering you’ve been armed to the teeth since you stepped foot onto these lands,” Eris clipped. 

Cora cast a withering glare at Eris, tension in her shoulders at his sharp tone. “I don’t know what you mean.” 

Elain still held the comb in her hand, her gaze flicking between the two, wondering if Eris would send the other woman home if he was always so annoyed with her presence. 

“I don’t even fault you for it,” Eris offered, his voice quiet and measured, but his eyes assessed Cora’s stance closely. “I just wonder how a lady’s maid from the Hewn City got her lovely hands on blades of Illyrian steel.” 

Elain watched as Cora opened her mouth, ready to respond, but at the quick knock on the door, everyone seemed to pause.

“Elain?” Lucien’s deep voice was muffled by the thick oak separating them. Elain was relieved that her mate had arrived. “Are you ready?” He asked. 

Cora and Eris were still locked in a silent battle, glaring at each other. If Elain had known Eris better, she might have even said that he looked pleased with himself. “Come in,” Elain called.

Again Lucien chose to winnow into the room, his presence overwhelming. When Elain was not near her mate, it was easier to ignore the bond. The only problem, Elain had noticed, was that once they shared the same space, warring feelings crashed over her like a wave. 

You are mine.

The thought was so jarring, and yet Elain could admit that it was not as troubling as it had been at the beginning, during the war with Hybern and the months that followed. Elain was captivated by him, the bond demanding that she pay attention every time he walked into a room despite her best efforts. 

Elain wondered if she would have felt the same without the bond connecting her to Lucien. 

Elain thought her mate was beautiful. His dark red hair fell loosely around his face, golden eye clicking into place as the russet one fell on her. She watched as Lucien took a sharp breath, as he stopped moving entirely. Elain took a step back, knocking into Eris. 

The action was enough for Lucien to shake his head, for her to refocus. Elain took in Lucien’s attire to distract herself. She started with Lucien’s tall riding boots, brown pants hugged his thighs. Elain felt herself blush as she quickly looked at his jacket, an emerald green the same colour as her gown. 

Lucien bent just slightly at the waist in greeting. “You look beautiful.” 

Elain could not look away from him, at the way his lips curled up into a knowing smile. 

You are mine.

Eris cleared his throat and Elain waved her hand awkwardly in Lucien’s general direction. “So do you,” Elain said. As soon as the words left her mouth, Elain found herself wishing she could throw herself into a lake and simply sink to the bottom for all of eternity. 

Elain looked to Cora, mortified, but the other woman flashed Elain an encouraging grin. Elain felt the tips of her pointed ears heat. 

Lucien politely pretended not to notice, stepping further into the room. He might have said something had Eris not. “I should leave,” he announced, his amber gaze going from Lucien to Cora. “You should join me.” The tone of his voice suggested he would not be accepting no for an answer. 

“Is the heir of the Autumn Court going to escort me to the ballroom?” Cora asked innocently. 

Eris shrugged, the gesture lazy, “I usually escort nobles.” He tilted his head in a manner that reminded Elain of a wolf observing prey, offering Cora his arm like any good gentleman ought to do. “Consider yourself lucky that my exceedingly high standards have miraculously lowered for the evening.” 

To Elain’s surprise, Cora took hold of Eris, her eyes never leaving his. “Watch yourself, prince, lest someone think you’re doing me a kindness.” 

Elain looked at them both and she knew Lucien was doing the same. Without warning, Eris winnowed him and Cora from the room, sparks scattering in the empty space where they had been. 

Elain was left alone with Lucien, all thoughts of Eris and Cora pushed from her mind as she took him in once more. He was so unbelievably handsome, Elain felt her heart skip several beats. 

“I guess…” Lucien started, looking at Elain only for a moment before he turned his attention to a point past her head. “I think we should follow them.” 

Elain nodded, taking a few careful steps towards her mate, wondering if Lucien would winnow them as well, or if they would walk the maze-like halls of the Forest House together. She looked up at him, glad that at least she would have him to help her navigate the event. 

Despite it all, Elain trusted Lucien with her life. As she lifted a hand to reach for him, Elain finally remembered the stunning comb, still held tightly between her fingers. 

“Help me with my hair first?” Elain did not know what possessed her to speak, but she regretted the words instantly. 

Elain saw apprehension cloud Lucien’s features, but he hummed in response. “Of course.”

“It’s sharp,” Elain warned as she placed the accessory in Lucien’s open hand. As their fingers brushed, she held her breath. 

Gently, as though she were made of glass, Lucien tilted her head. Careful of the comb’s teeth, Lucien delicately set it near some of the pin’s already holding Elain’s curls in place. 

The whole world seemed to stop, and only that moment seemed to matter. 

“Lovely,” Lucien murmured, his hands dropping to his side. 

A spell broken, Elain felt like she could breathe again. The sound of Lucien’s voice ringing, soft like wind chimes, clashed with the one thought Elain could not shake from her mind. 

You are mine.

[etoilesombre]

Fic Master List

I got tired of having to decide which fic post to keep pinned, so I made this. Proper summaries, tags and warnings all on AO3.

Black Sails

Another Way - Silverflint, E, 29,399 words, complete.

Dubcon! But in a very old-school fanfic trope fuck or die way. It diverges from the scene where they get captured taking the warship. They do work through everything in the aftermath, and the end is very sweet actually.

By Faith of my Body - Silverflintmadi in various combinations, but emphasis on the flintmadi relationship. E, Chapter 1/4 posted.

Flint and Madi bond over books, the weight of leadership, and being in love with John Silver. FealtySub!Flint, shameless use of literature for my own nefarious purposes, and so much pining.

Another Troy to Burn - Series. Silverflint longfic series, my special precious baby and literally the first thing I ever wrote. It's canon where they're fucking the whole time but it doesn't change anything. There is a moodboard (thanks @jaynovz) and also a playlist.

A Composite Unity - E, 20,366 words, complete. The first two seasons, Flint pov. He is not having a great time.

The Salt and the Sea - E, 60,495 words, complete. Set during the season 2-3 break, how Silver decided to stay and what happened with the gold. He is also not having a great time.

It Only Made Me Real- E, chapters 4/? posted. Silver adjusting to his role as quartermaster, Flint being Flint during the raids. I swear upon everything holy that I WILL finish this series if its the last thing I do, but, it has been on hiatus for a while.

for to fight the cold - Silverflint, E, 11,283 words, complete. Flint arrives to rescue Silver while he is still being held captive on the beach after the failed attack on Nassau. The cathartic murder of Israel Hands, followed by angst, caretaking, and a sexual tension filled camping trip.

If It Was You - Silverflint, E, 17,430 words, complete. Free use gangbang porn that got out of control and also grew a lot of feelings. The boys spend the night in port on a mission. There is only one bed. Flint freaks out and makes questionable choices, Silver walks in on the whole thing, they have to work through it. Cathartic happy ending. The very Most dirty talk.

I'll Carry You Home Tonight - Silverflint, E, 6,604 words, complete. This one is just porn. Season 3-4 break, the guys are newly in a relationship, they get Pirate Date Night. It's working title was 'impact play and 5 phases of ass stuff'.

Kinkmeme-Verse - Series of prompt fills for 2024 Black Sails kinkmeme. I wrote the first two, saw the prompt for the third, and had a Vision of how they could all be connected, so here we are.

As a Boy - James Flint|McGraw/Admiral Hennessey, E, 5,121 words, complete. Young James McGraw is caught with a boy, and punished. Big content warning for CSA, which I tried to treat seriously.

Pressure - Silverflint, E, 4,504 words, complete. More watersports are we all shocked? This is kind of the ultimate expression of that, but really its an exploration of pain and grief and healing through BDSM.

Make Sail for the Dawn - Silverflint, E, 12,504 words, complete. Flint uses submission as catharsis amidst his grief and pain over Miranda, but Silver accidentally reminds him of past history, which he then has to confront. They work through it, because Silver really has to do everything on this ship, including being his captain's therapist. Also Flint gets fucked with his pistol. Just by the way. This is the one prompter hated! Go see for yourself if it is, in fact, Too Awful For Kinkmeme XD.

long as amber of ember glows - Silverflint, E, 7,933 words, complete. If 3.10 ended the way it should have. There are love confessions, and they fuck on the gold. No literally, on it. It's very sweet honestly.

Our Feast is But Beginning - Series. Silverflint Cookingverse! Flint teaches Silver to cook.

Spit-Roasted - M, 5,821 words, complete. The one where Flint shows Silver how to roast a pig. It's canon! Flint is very weird about sex.

Gentille Alouette - E, 11,618 words, complete. Late night cooking dates on the Walrus, continuing intense sexual tension, Flint is basically edging himself. He sure is a way.

Princes of the New World - E, 38,145 words, complete. This one got a little out of hand, it has many things in it, including lots of hurt comfort and caretaking, the guys finally getting together and also not hiding their relationship, some intense gender vibes (Silver gets to be a pampered pretty princess) and yes, even some cooking.

Our Shadows That Are Bold - Silverflint, E, 4,912 words, complete. Dom Silver. The first little iteration of fealty sub Flint, he sure has some feelings about Silver coming into his own as king.

So We Begin - Silverflint, E, 4,038 words, complete. 3.7 missing scene fic that is exactly what you would expect after stomp stomp and the "how good it feels" conversation.

The Soft Animal of Your Body - Silverflint, E, 3,398 words, complete. The watersports one. Yep sure is, omorashi style, with a good side of hurt comfort stuff and also Flint telling a weird dirty story. Set during warship recovery time. This is basically an outtake of longfic because it doesn't quite work there but wouldn't leave my brain.

the sound that you found for me - T, background silverflintmadi, but its really about Silver and Betsy the cat. Yep. 5,699 words, complete. Kittenfic!! Written for the Beach Blanket Black Sails Ficfest, the prompt was 'Betsy has kittens and Silver wants to keep them on Maroon Island.' It's really about Silver and trauma and there are sad parts but nothing bad happens to any cats and there is a happy ending.

stitched with its color - G, silverflintmadi sort of, 1,344 words, complete. The conversation where Madi tells Flint that Silver is alive.

Such Terrible Hungers - E, Flintvane, 3,357 words, complete. Instead of fuck buddies, they're fuck enemies. Fight sex and Flint angst, that's basically the fic.

to pull me from myself again - E, Silverflint, 7,419 words, complete. Written in response to a Tumblr prompt asking for s1 dynamics softe silverflint, Silver's first time with a man. That is indeed it, that's the fic

What Lies Beneath - E, Silverflint, 3 chapters, complete. 11,031 words. Demon Flint AU! Basically make the demon in Flint literal. Silver is fascinated of course.

The Fetch Phillips Archives (aka Luke Arnold's books, go read them!)

announcing your place in the family of things - E, Fetch/Satyr, 6,865 words, complete. The first creature Fetch meets when he leaves the human city is that unnamed Satyr, and that feels like a conscious choice to me. Coulda said 'faun' and we wouldn't be here Luke. Anyway monsterfucking, but in a lovely way.

The Exorcist (tv)

The Smoke of Their Torment - M, Marcus/Tomas, 572 words, complete. A snippet of Marcus angst and pining and also jerking off in a shared hotel room there may be more someday.

The X-Files

The current think I'm (re)weird about is Mulder and Krycek. Yes, I know everyone else got over it in the early 2000's. But NOT ME apparently. Here, have a playlist (it's really for the Chechnya fic but it generalizes)

Whatever You Can Still Betray - E, Mulder/Krycek, Chapter 2/? posted. Set in vague early season five, sometime between Redux and Patient X. Mulder chases a case across the world to a secret Russian facility in Chechnya, and right into the hands of Alex Krycek. Krycek has problems of his own, but believes his interests and Mulder's might be aligned. When disaster strikes, they have to rely on each other to survive.

like the western front - Series. Mulder/Krycek skipping the holidays, a temporary truce that gets to be more complicated.

as common as it is unkind - E, 12,570 words, complete. Set after The Red and the Black. Thinking Mulder is out of town, Krycek breaks into his apartment on Christmas in search of information. Mulder is not, in fact, out of town.

just glad to get to be around - E, 25,304 words, complete. Krycek doesn't really think Mulder is going to accept his invitation for New Year's Eve. Mulder does, but things go sideways, and they end up having to do Russian New Year's together at a fancy villain party under duress. Cocaine, caviar and fucking in the men's room.

'til the whole thing comes apart - E, 11,126 words, 1/2 chapters posted. The Valentine's Day installment, except it's taking forever because this verse grew a plot. Mulder and Krycek have a honeymoon phase and try to save the world. Surely everything will be fine.

[stingrayextraordinaire]

Bath and Body Works Moodboards // Amber Blush

This seductively sweet and sensual fragrance is perfect for a romantic date, with notes of raspberry champagne, mandarin orange, and bergamot.

(requested by @fallthings22)

[choicesfandomappreciation]

Thank you to everyone who made this event a success! I am so grateful to everyone who participated and all those who showed their support to these wonderful creations. I hope everyone that participated enjoyed their little treats!

Don't forget to sign up for Fandom Love Day and keep an eye out for Secret "Santa" in December! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡🖤

🧡 To @a-cloud-for-dreams || 🖤 From @livelaughlovecassie

Mal x Salem Moodboard + Writing Salem decides to help Mal get into the holiday spirit with a trick of her own that turns into a sweet treat!

🧡 To @aallotarenunelma || 🖤 From @peonyblossom

Riikka x Dan, Kanerva x Lincoln, Saini x Cas Moodboards

🧡 To @coffeeheartaddict2 || 🖤 From @zealouscanonindeer

Takeout Drabble — Ethan x Casey Ethan x Casey Moodboard

🧡 To @jerzwriter || 🖤 From @coffeeheartaddict2

El Dia de los Muertos: It is the Halloween after Tobias and Casey welcome Kayla and Eva feels like that it would be nice to commemorate El Dia de los Muertos.

🧡 To @ladylamrian || 🖤 From @a-cloud-for-dreams

Nik x Alex Moodboard + Drabble

🧡 To @lilyoffandoms || 🖤 From @starsarewithinme

A Day Off: A look into Trystan and Gabriel's domestic life when they are not hunting down Serial Killers but the Resident Detective is unwell.

🧡 To @livelaughlovecassie || 🖤 From @aallotarenunelma

Laney x Danni Moodboard + Quote

🧡 To @lovealexhunt || 🖤 From @violentinecrl

Mal x Daenarya Art

🧡 To @moominofthevalley || 🖤 From @jerzwriter

Trystan x Emily Moodboards

🧡 To @mydemonsdrivealimo || 🖤 From @rosepetals1

Bryce x Jensen Moodboard

🧡 To @peonyblossom || 🖤 From @trappedinfanfiction

Together: Iris has disappeared, but Nia has a feeling she knows where she can find her. 

🧡 To @rosepetals1 || 🖤 From @tveitertotwrites

Hayden x Arielle Moodboards

🧡 To @starsarewithinme || 🖤 From @lilyoffandoms

Nia x Astra Drabble Trystan x MC Drabble

🧡 To @totojo2 || 🖤 From @mydemonsdrivealimo

Blake x MC Art

🧡 To @trappedinfanfiction || 🖤 From @moominofthevalley

Trystan’s Biggest Fear: On a spooky night, Trystan confesses one of his biggest fears to Sofia

🧡 To @tveitertotwrites || 🖤 From @lovealexhunt

Talk of the Town Edit + Writing: Actress Claire Evans is escorted by the handsome Doctor Ethan Ramsey for a red carpet event.

🧡 To @violentinecrl || 🖤 From @ladylamrian

Tyril x MC Icons Kamilah x MC Writing + Moodboard

🧡 To @zealouscanonindeer || 🖤 From @totojo2

Ethan x Asper + Trystan x Amber Art

[dyxtd21]

Honey Opal aesthetic moodboard!!

Honey Opal:

Honey Opal is a humanoid octopus with a striking and otherworldly appearance, blending human and cephalopod features in a unique and mesmerizing way. Her overall coloration is a soft, pale yellow (like pale gold), with subtle iridescent tones that shimmer in the light, evoking the richness of honey. Her entire body, including her tentacles, skin, and clothing, is covered in a viscous layer of honey that drips slowly whenever she moves, leaving a trail of golden sweetness in her wake.

Appearance:

Hair and Tentacles: Honey Opal’s most eye-catching feature is her "hair," which is not made of strands but rather long, fluid tentacles. These tentacles cascade down like flowing tresses, each one writhing and swaying with a life of its own. Some of these tentacles seem to emerge from her scalp, giving her the appearance of having hair, while others extend out further, wrapping around her or moving with a subtle grace. Her tentacles are the same pale golden-yellow hue as her skin but are coated in the same honey-like substance that drips off her body.

Skin and Face: Her skin is smooth, a soft pale yellow color that seems to glow faintly, giving her an ethereal, almost translucent quality, especially in the light. Her eyes are large and expressive, with deep golden irises that seem to glisten like liquid amber. Her facial features are sharp and sassy, with an ever-present smirk that hints at her mischievous nature.

Gemstone: A drop-cut Honey Opal gemstone is embedded in the center of her upper back. Its golden hues match the honey dripping from her body, and it pulsates softly with an inner light. The gemstone gives her a mystical aura and seems to be the source of her connection to the honey that constantly flows around her.

Clothing: She wears a tight-fitting outfit that resembles a sleek wetsuit, but it’s made of an iridescent material that mirrors the appearance of honey — glossy and smooth. The outfit clings to her form, accentuating her athletic yet slender build, and it appears as if it's woven into her very being. The honey coating her body gives the impression that her clothes are perpetually slick, shimmering under the light.

Personality:

Sassy and Sarcastic: Honey Opal is quick with a sharp remark, and her wit is as quick as her tentacles. She’s not afraid to throw out sarcastic comments or playful jabs, especially when she's in the company of others. Her humor often comes with a sting, much like a honeybee's, but it's rarely meant to cause real harm. She enjoys banter and thrives in conversations where she can playfully tease others.

Laid-Back and Chill: Despite her sharp tongue, Honey Opal has a laid-back and almost lazy demeanor. She doesn’t stress easily, preferring to "go with the flow" in most situations. Her movements, though precise, are often slow and relaxed, as if she’s unconcerned with the rush of the world around her. She’s the type to lounge about, draping herself over furniture or lazily floating in water, her tentacles gently trailing behind.

Confident and Self-Assured: Honey Opal carries herself with a high level of confidence, fully aware of the power and beauty she exudes. She doesn’t second-guess herself, and she often expects others to follow her lead, especially in situations where she feels her natural abilities give her an edge. Her self-assurance can sometimes come across as arrogance, but she backs it up with her sharp mind and formidable skills.

Seductive and Playful: She enjoys playing with people's perceptions of her, using her tentacles and her liquid-like appearance to create an alluring, almost hypnotic effect. Her honey-coated form, with its constant dripping, only adds to her mysterious charm. Whether she's teasing someone or simply enjoying the attention she draws, she has a subtle seductive edge to her interactions, always playing the part of someone who knows exactly what she's doing.

Adaptable and Clever: Like the octopus she’s modeled after, Honey Opal is adaptable and clever, able to change her tactics depending on the situation. She can be resourceful in tricky situations, using her tentacles in creative ways to get herself out of trouble. She’s excellent at reading people and situations, often using her sharp wit and tentacles to her advantage.

[chaaistained]

☕︎ tea for two; gwen x barry •°

arrowverse dr — aesthetic archive [[ moodboard + desc + playlist ]]

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🗝️ you’ve now unlocked the teacup couple of my arrowverse dr ≈

some people look at love as a mere chemical reaction — a compounded concoction of dopamine, serotonin and oxytocin — mixed in with a couple other self imposed sensations and there you have it, the recipe for romance. simple and efficient.

gwen wasn’t entirely sure she understood what love was, her first boyfriend felt like an obligation to their shared childhood, raised only a few houses apart. barry, on the other hand, thought he knew all about love, a trauma bonded tourniquet held onto his heart when he looked at his best friend, the girl he loved his entire life, who never noticed him as anything more.

moving through life with a goal so vast and daunting, it seemed impossible, the two of them were left chasing after these desperate attempts at reconciling their past. leaving them with no time to even consider anything more for their future.

but sometimes the impossible becomes the future. sometimes the path that gets carved from bloodied, dirt ridden hands, is the very path that you are meant to lead.

what other explanation is there? how is it possible for gwen’s path to converge with barry’s when he resides halfway across the world and she crosses into his city limits in an attempt to flee a fight too far gone?

there’s no point in trying to find meaning in what has become matter, there’s no point in trying to dissect the compounds of a chemical reaction that has already erupted inside the glass beaker you have for a heart.

all they shared was a handshake and with every day that followed, gwen felt her soul thundering with every spark in barry’s eyes. and that terrified her ..

she who was deigned a weapon, a tool, an asset to clean up the mess made by those in power. she who donned the name of an animal, a beast shackled to her loyalties, bound by family and fortune. she who was deemed a rogue… how could he love somebody like her?

yet all he sees is a woman, cloaked in intrigue and elegance, harbouring a fire so fierce it renders him speechless, holding the power to literally bring him to his knees and yet he’d willingly crumble before her every time if it meant he could make her smile, hear her laugh, look into her eyes. she wasn’t just loved, she was worshipped.

and for that, barry allen was the only being on the planet who understood and respected the threat that was the tigress, enough for him to be the only one she’d listen to.

it’s polarising, a relationship between an ambush personified and the literal embodiment of sunshine, but maybe the burn of his sun is just as troubling as the comfort of her solemnity, for there can’t exist thunder without lightning.

listening to : gwen x barry — when lightning strikes ━━━━─────────────●── ⇆ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷ ㅤ ↻

now playing :

၊||၊▸ glad you came — glee cast

၊||၊▸ i found — amber run

၊||၊▸ feel something — jaymes young

၊||၊▸ wonderwall — oasis [cover by zella day]

၊||၊▸ i wanna be yours — arctic monkeys

၊||၊▸ iris — the goo goo dolls the irony is acknowledged

၊||၊▸ someone to stay — vancouver sleep clinic

၊||၊▸ sweet serenity — pixie mccann

၊||၊▸ runnin’ home to you (guitar version) — grant gustin

၊||၊▸ start of time — gabrielle alpin

don’t swallow the tea leaves ! for they leave you a message 🍂

the og golden retriever nerd that i fell in love w at ten years old ahshdjdj ive had this in the drafts for ages bcs istg the only thing that takes long is the desc and yet . i smash it all out in ten mins… it’s literally just my procrastination, i’m creative enough to write smth in one sitting and yet i still hold off till the “last minute” every. single. time. so.. yeah :) anyway here you go !! a dr relationship post ib my lovely little flower bud @elysian-fawn <333 also, again, the playlist is ordered to fit the series of events of my dr hehe. and finally — THANK YOU FOR 500 !!!!!

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

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[sorryichasedyourmorning]

Amber Sweet AU Design!!

Got this idea from a buddy, so here's my moodboard design for Amber! The dogs are her two canonically owned dogs, the cupcake is because canonically her fave food is vanilla cupcakes with rainbow sprinkles, and the tree is a lepidodendron tree!

When I make these boards, I like to include urban legends/hoaxes that I think work with the characters. This really worked for Amber, in my opinion, as it's one of the more glamorized constant drug hallucinations and reports. I was honestly torn between that and the hat man lol. But anyway, I had SO MUCH FUN making this! Check my profile for a poll on the next board and dm me if you want a board for your own characters. (Art trades are fun >:3)

[amysteryspot]

Help a writer out - Peaky Blinders Edition

Hey there folks. I know it's been a while since I posted my writing in here, but life was a mess (still is, but that's a story for another day) and I had zero motivation to write. Now I'm trying to get back to it and also start to write for Peaky Blinders again. For that I'll need your help. I've got a bunch of OC's created and I want to try my hand at one of them. I'll let you all chose the one.

Bellow the cut there's little details from each one, and I'll create a poll so you all can vote on your favorite.

Agnes Stewart - from Little Lamb - Moodboard - A good catholic girl. That’s how people always referred to Agnes. She comes from a very strict and almost excessively catholic family, being considered a miracle since her parents had a hard time conceiving. Agnes is sweet and kinda, too shy for her own good, and afraid to really express her opinions. That changes when she starts working for Polly and gets to meet Tommy and Alfie. Surprisingly, she develops a very close relationship with Lizzie, and slowly lets herself become her own person, distancing herself from the abusive environment she was brought up in.

Amber Gold - Moodboard - Bonnie’s twin is a mystery to a lot of people. Known to have her mother’s looks and her father’s temper, she is an expert in herbs, helping a lot of people in the community. She is very proud of her heritage and a fierce protector of her family. And that’s why the last thing she expects is to fall for the man she learned to hate.

Aurelia Changretta - Moodboard - The youngest of the Changretta children is used at working in the shadows. She has always been a good listener, learning quickly and giving advice to both her father and older brothers. Aurelia knew that the mafia would never allow her to work for them, it didn’t matter how good she was, how sharp she was, and she made her peace with it, finding a way to be involved on the business without being upfront about it. She married at a young age to the son of the Don of the Sicilian mafia, the Cosa Nostra, only to lose hi. During the war. After her husband’s death, she stayed living with her father-in-law, until John Shelby beat up her brother Angel, and interference was needed to avoid a blood bath. Always the strategist, Aurelia saw in the vendetta a way to gain more power by marrying the Peaky Blinders leader, Thomas Shelby.

Cecilia Clarke - from “All the blood I lost with you” and “Lies in the Dark” - Moodboard - her love and her loss are the only things Cecilia knows well. Having being friends with the Shelby’s, specially Tommy, since she can remember, Cecilia has gone through a rough path, loving her best friend and being used by him through the years. What she wants the most is being free from him, but at the same time, she doesn’t know how to live without him.

Daphne Scott - from Nothing’s Fair in Love and War - Moodboard - Daphne is a former nurse that served during the war and has a close relationship with Alfie, working as his right-hand woman. She has a twin brother that died during the war. Tommy takes a liking to her when he starts working with Alfie and drama ensues with Alfie’s betrayal and Grace’s return. Her best friend, Harriet, is also a former nurse that, nowadays, owns a very known brothel in London. William, a doctor who served with both of them during the war is someone Daphne carries really close to heart, even when people expect their relationship to be awkward because they’re former lovers. She is a high-class lady that willingly chose to detach herself from her family for thinking differently.

Esther Solomons - appears in The Solomons Siblings and Hanukkah with the Solomons - Moodboard - The youngest sibling of the Solomons household is a girl that has all her brothers wrapped around her finger. Esther, named after Hadassa, know and Queen Esther, that marked a Persian king and was responsible for gaining the Jews permission for the Jews to kill their enemies when one of the king’s advisors gets permission to get all the Jews in the kingdom killed. She certainly takes the courage of her namesake, fighting prejudice and resistance while she was pursuing her studies and then, later, when she earned a place in her brother’s business.

Eve - from Wicked Ways - Moodboard - A liar and a thief. Eve navigates through life on her own. She has no roots and her loyalty is only to herself. Growing up without a family, being deceived and betrayed more than once, she learned never to trust in people. Eve leads her life and her or kin a very similar way: wrapped in secrets. You never know when she is going to show up or when she is going to live. Working as a thief, she holds leverage against all of her clients to keep herself alive, and tried very hard not to create attachments. Alfie has worked with her a few times, and introduces her to Tommy, marking the beginning of an interesting game of cat and mouse.

Geogiana Abbott - inspired Heaven in Hiding and Sold my soul to a three-piece - Moodboard - The village girl that wanted more than people thought she should. Georgiana grew up in the same village Michael was brought to, creating a strong bond with the boy. She has a younger sister and started having a complicated relationship with her parents once she voiced her aspirations of going to college. They wanted her to find a good husband and be a housewife, but Georgiana refused to settle down for anything less than what she dreamed of: becoming a lawyer. That’s how she chose to leave the village and go to Oxford to try her luck. Her family chose to cut any ties with her, she made her way through school with hard work and some unpleasant situations, having lost contact with everyone from the village, including Michael. Georgiana found an unexpected companion in Daniel Solomons, and after graduating ended up winning a case against Shelby Company Ltd, getting to encounter Michael again and meet his new family, including a very unpleased Tommy.

Ivy Shelby - Moodboard - The woman responsible for mending Tommy’s broken heart after Grace left for America, Ivy is the most loyal person the Shelby’s have ever met. Knowing about his past, she doesn’t expect that when Grace returns, Tommy will make the mistake of choosing her instead of what they’ve built together.

Kathleen Sheppard - inspired Better With You, Out of Time and Just Tonight - Moodboard - A friend, a counselor, a lover, a partner, a daughter... Kath has been many thing through her life, but she was always her own person. Growing up in Watery Lane, the only daughter of a Scottish mother and British father, she was always very close to the Shelby’s. Kath helped Polly keep things up and running during the war, when she lost both her parents. Tommy and her always treated each other as best-friends, having crossed that line a few times, becoming lovers of some sorts after he came back from the war. A complicated relationship that had many ups and down because the two of them are too strong headed to admit their feeling for fear to what it would mean to their friendship in case it didn’t worked out. The thing they never realized is that the relationship had been working just alright for a long time.

Laura Shelby - from I want a divorce - Moodboard - Bond to Tommy since before the war, Laura had learned to navigate through changes. She was the oldest child, the one that took care of the house and her siblings so her parents could work. That worked at home, as a seamstress to help with the bills. That is until she got pregnant and was almost thrown out of her family home for giving herself up to a gypsy. Then learning how to deal with leaving with the Shelby’s, with Tommy changing when his father went away and his mother killed herself. They had to go through the lost of their child and then the war. Life has made them both colder, harder, but even then, Laura never thought that she would have to deal with her husband’s unfaithfulness. Not when she was expecting their child.

Lilliana Oliver - Moodboard - the second child of a very influential family in London, Lilliana grew up loving horses more than people. She always dreamt of racing and fought hard against society rules to achieve what she wanted. And she won’t let any man stop her. Not even Tommy Shelby and the love she has for him.

[thereoncewasagirlnamedjane]

forget-me-not creative campaign.

so i posted this like two years ago before i deactivated my old account, but i thought i’d bring this back for fun. i’m going to leave this up indefinitely, so there’s no time limit—anyone can submit anything at any time.

the theme? why, my favourite thing ever, of course! the ever-fascinating language of flowers 💐

i’m sorry if you submitted for this years ago only to have me deactivate like right away 😭 if you did, please let me know and i’ll add you to the masterlist.

✩ masterlist of works ✩ questions? ask me! anon asks have been turned off.

guidelines.

✩ — you must be 18+, minors do not interact ✩ — you can submit as many pieces as you’d like and there’s no deadline <3 ✩ — fics, moodboards, gifs, fanart, etc. are accepted ✩ — if you post on ao3, add it to the collection “forget-me-not creative campaign” ✩ — no word limit/requirement for fics ✩ — please use “read more” feature after the first 500 words ✩ — fics must be reader inserts, no OCs please! ✩ — your reader must be inclusive, no physical descriptions ✩ — tag me!! and use tag #janie’s creative campaign so i can share your unique bouquets~ 💐 ✩ — your work can feature any character/pairing from any fandom, but just fyi my blog is mostly marvel/chris evans characters (no RPF please!). bonus points if anyone submits something for my favourite knight of the round table, sir gwaine 🩷😭 ✩ — fluff/angst/spice welcome; pls include proper warnings ✩ — NO dub-con/non-con, dd/lg, water sports, incest, ntr, rpf, a/b/o, sexual content involving minors ✩ — use any combination, mix and match from the flower prompts and/or one-word seasonal prompts listed below ✩ — i will reblog submissions every sunday! so again, don’t forget to tag me @thereoncewasagirlnamedjane and include #janie’s creative campaign

have fun! i can’t wait to see what arrangements you make <3 please reblog to spread the word!

summer 🌻

one word prompts: beach, cabin, cookout, dress, fireworks, grass, hammock, ice cream, insects, lazy, lemonade, park, picnic, popsicle, porch, rollercoaster, sunglasses, sunset, swimming, tent, tropical, watermelon, weekend

allium = “you are perfect.”

agapanthus = love letters

begonia = “be careful, would you?”

bougainvillea = correspondence

briar rose = healing wounds

cactus = “you left me.”

clover = “be mine.”

coreopsis = love at first sight

dahlia = “i’m forever yours.”

daisy = "do you love me?"

forget me not = “don’t forget me.”

foxglove = “i only did this for you.”

geranium = returning joy

hydrangea = “thank you for understanding.” / “you're so cold.”

hibiscus = peace and happiness

iris = “i’ve got a message for you.” / “your friendship means so much to me.”

lotus = admiring from afar / estranged love

philadelphus = “you lied to me.”

sweet pea = “thank you for a lovely time.”

vinca = sweet memories / tender recollection

wishbone = “make a wish, darling.”

zinnia = absent friends / “i miss you.” / mourning your absence

autumn 🍁

one word prompts: amber, apple, change, cider, clouds, costume, crisp, feast, frost, harvest, hay, jacket, leaves, moon, orchard, pie, pumpkin, scarf, scenic, school, travel

anemone = abandonment / withered hopes

aster = “i’ll think of you.”

azalea = “take care of yourself for me.”

bellflower = i will be ever constant / thinking of you

coneflower = “you’re so strong, you know that?”

cosmos = “come and walk with me.”

dianthus = “please, i think boldness is needed.”

egyptian rose = “i’ve lost everything.”

fuchsia = “this love will be your doom.”

gerbera = “you’re not nearly as innocent as you look.”

gladiolus = “give me a break, will you?” / “i’m as serious as the plague.”

morning glory = “mind your own business.”

mum = a heart left to desolation / “you're a wonderful friend.”

oleander = “you are dangerous.” / “i’m dangerous.”

petunia = “i’m not proud, okay?”

phlox = united hearts / “sweet dreams.”

plumeria = “well, this is new.”

rose mallow = sweet disposition

sunflower = your devout admirer

verbena = “have you ever heard of the saying, ‘opposites attract’?”

winter ❄️

one word prompts: avalanche, blanket, blizzard, chocolate, cough, festive, fireplace, flannel, glisten, hockey, holiday, ice, melt, mistletoe, skates, snow, soup, sweater, vacation, white

camellia = “you’re adorable.” / deep longing / passion

cyclamen = goodbye / resignation

daphne = “trust me, i wouldn’t have you any other way.”

dogwood = “your indifference hurts more than your hatred.”

heath = healing from within / “wish me luck.” / wishes coming true

holly = “don't tell me you've forgotten?”

ivy geranium = “may i have the next dance?”

monarda = “you change your mind way too much.”

pansy = “you occupy all of my thoughts.”

peony = unrealized desires / a happy marriage

poinsettia = “you make me so happy.”

primrose = “i can’t live without you.”

ranunculus = “what i love about you? there’s too many to list.”

snowdrop = friend(s) in need / consolation / “i promise i’m always here for you.”

violet = “think of me.”

widow's thrill = “you’ve got quite the temper, haven’t you?”

wolfsbane = “you’re in danger. what do you expect me to do?”

spring 🌷

one word prompts: allergies, bees, farm, field, fragrant, freedom, galoshes, garden, growth, life, lush, nest, pastel, peace, rainbow, rebirth, showers, umbrella

adonis = painful recollection / sad memories

bleeding heart = “fly with me, love.”

bluebell = regret

cherry blossom = “i learned something today.”

columbine = courage / deserted love / “i can’t believe i’ve been so stupid.”

crocus = “you always know how to lift my spirits.”

daffodil = “the sun shines when I’m with you.” / “you’re the only one for me.”

freesia = “you are so immature!”

forsythia = anticipation

hellebore = “i just need you to hold me.” / anxiety and relief

hyacinth = impulsiveness / “are you jealous?” / overcoming grief

magnolia = love of nature / endurance / “you don’t have to do that. not with me.”

matthiola = “you will always be beautiful to me.”

peach blossom = “there’s no one quite like you.”

poppy = “you can’t keep running from your problems.”

pulmonaria = “you are my life.”

rose = “i love you still and i always will.”

viburnum = “i’m literally dying of neglect here.”

witch hazel = “you’ve put a spell on me somehow, i just know it.”

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