#amber sweet moodboard

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🎃 Spooky Month Aesthetic! 🎃

Sabrina Carpenter + Amber Sweet! 💙

Have a Happy Halloween! 👻

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r!tgo moodboards 🪦 💉🪞🔪 🥀

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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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This was exactly what I was searching for! I have been searching for a while now, not wanting to bother anyone here. I guess I should have, saved myself alot of time.

Thank you so much! Drop me an ask or message if you want a little drabble gift! I so appreciate this.

[chaaistained]

☕︎ 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

chaai brews; tea assortments — dr archive

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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, 12,226 words, 3/4 chapters posted. 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.

[yourpurpleguitarist]

Hi!! I got a fictional CG but I was wondering if I could get a fictional sibling too? If possible from descendants if that's an option but yoy can do whatever!!

I'm about 2-6 I'm a flip too!! And I'm pretty shy at first but chatty once I talk with someone more than a little!! I love to send selfies and babbles and little ghosts!!

I love to watch Sofia the first, bluey, Winnie the pooh, etc. And I love coloring and talkin with my friends!! I also love making picrews and moodboards!!

DESCENDANTS IS OUR FAVORITE DISNEY FRANCHISE. LET'S GO. Say no more.

I just know right now Audrey would regress. [Bonus points if Chad was her romantic CG and your platonic CG.] Because listen. She's been through A LOT.

Audrey is around the same age. I see her anywhere from 3-8ish. She would be really sweet and playful when regressed, and she'd love to watch Sofia The First that is her FAVORITE little show, and Amber would be her favorite character. She'd have the old playsets for sure, and share them with you. She'd also send selfies back and forth to you and babble with you over text.

She'd color with you, but she's a stickler for accuracy with her own coloring pages [and will absolutely throw a tantrum if she colors one centimeter outside the lines.] If you go outside the lines though? "Awww, it looks so good! I'm sure dada will hang it up for you! That's the prettiest picture I've ever seen!!!"

Anyway, sibling asks are so fun. I love getting all different kinds of asks. Please keep sending as many as you'd like.

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

Bands & Horror! 🔪

Ash Costello + Amber Sweet! 💙

“Where the fuck is dad, brothers?”

[gnrbitch]

For the night

SlashxFamous!Y/n

Warnings: Smut!🙊

Redemption: Your band name!

Y/N JONES MOODBOARD!

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1989

Gnr and Redemption had been smushed together on a tour as the opening act for The Rolling Stones, and they were all having a blast. I mean how couldn’t they? With 5 girls and 5 guys they were all entangled with one another.

Well… except for Y/n and Slash. The front woman had fiery confidence that made everyone burn as she walked. And to Slash’s luck, all the boys had claimed the other girls before he could.

Don’t get him wrong, Y/n was the hottest member in Redemption. Sure all the other girls were very good looking. But everyone knew there was something about Y/n. Untouchable. Hypnotic. That’s what she was. In every aspect, her looks, confidence, songwriting, and voice.

But the thing was, Y/n was literally, untouchable. No matter how smooth Slash was with her, she never cared! And did that upset the curly haired guitarist.

It was like he was a game to her, he would get so close, yet he was so fucken far.

But he didn’t let himself get too hung up on her, he had the groupies!

Slash had been over this little game Y/n was playing with him, so he’s been with the groupies and paying her no mind.

And Y/n could laugh at the poor man, his poor attempt of trying to pay her no mind was not working. She could feel his eyes burning into her body as she was onstage. Even worse when Keith Richards would always shower her with his sweet little compliments.

Which is what was happening right now.

“Girls! Always putting up a great show.” Keith said as the girls came off stage. They had performed after Guns, so there was no rush for anything. “Thanks Keith” the girls said as they all went to each others little tour boyfriends.

Slash watched from the couch as Keith put his arm around Y/n waist. “You get nastier every time i see you out there.” he said as Y/n smiled at him. “You think?” she said looking at him, Keith looked over her shoulder then span her around to where she faced the rest of the room.

“What’da do to the boy Y/n” He said smiling “Lookin at me like i’ve touched his most prized possession.”

Now it was Y/ns turn to look over Keith’s shoulder, making straight eye contact with Slash and sending him her sweetest smile. Slash just rolled his eyes and put his attention back on the groupie sitting on his lap.

“I haven’t done anything” She said looking back at Keith. “And that’s exactly what’s got his balls in a twist.” She said smiling at him. “I’ve gotta say you play a mean game” He said, now lighting a cigarette. “You know it, I’ll see you later Keith.” She said kissing him on the cheek and walking away.

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“Slash” Duff said as he and Amber caught up to their curly headed friend. “What” He said smoking a cigarette as they walked through the hotel halls. “I have a hugeeee favor to ask you” Amber said as she looked across Duff.

Slash gave her a short mumble, which she took as an okay to keep talking. “Okay so, please please pleaseeee switch rooms with me” She said holding up her key card.

Slash blew out his cigarette smoke, “D-” “okay yes im rooming with Y/n” she said cutting him off “But comon, were all gonna all hang out get fucked up so all you’re gonna have to do is walk back with her and knock out!” She said holding on to Duffs hand, almost jumping up and down.

Duff looked at Slash with a pleading look, the curly haired man sighed and shook his head “Fine. But you owe me Duff.” He said as he traded keys with Amber.

He walked to he and Y/ns room, huffing and puffing cause he was so upset that instead of rooming with Duff, he was stuck with rooming with the girl that he had been trying so hard to avoid.

He rubbed his hands on his face before entering the room, “it’s just for the fucking night” he mumbled to himself.

During this, Y/n was also huffing and puffing, but for a different reason. The poor girl couldn’t find the only bra she bought with her on this tour. Looking through her bags, cigarette in her mouth with nothing but mini skirt and a white pair of ankle socks on.

As she heard the door open, she had her back faced to who she though was Amber, and said “Am, have you seen my bra? like the only fucken one I bought on tour?”

Y/n jumped when she heard Slash’s deep voice “Haven’t seen it”

She stood up and faced him, her hair being the only thing covering her breast.

“Scared me there baby” she said as she took a hit of her cigarette. “Didn’t expect you to be rooming with me”

Slash took a quick glance at her chest “It’s just for the night Y/n”

“You know,” The half naked girl said putting her cigarette out, “I’ve noticed you haven’t been talking to me” she said as she looked at him.

“I really miss your attention yknow?” she smiled at him.

“Whatever, i’m heading to Axls room” He said, but he was really gonna go out to find a groupie and imagine himself fucking Y/n.

Y/n grabbed his hand. “Why go? when you could just stay here with me” she said sending him her iconic sultry smile.

“There you go” he said pulling himself away from her and taking a step back.

“What do you mean?” She said slightly cocking her head to the side. “You know exactly what the fuck I mean.”

“You know” Y/n started as she stepped closer and closer to him “You’re the most impatient man” She said looking up to him, since he was only a few inches taller than her.

Slash looked at her, unable to move, “You’re such a fucken tease”

“Oh i’m the tease? really?” She said smiling at him, moving her mouth to his ear “You can’t even imagine what you make me feel” she whispered “When you’re out there on stage, all sweaty, all big and bad.”

She bit his ear lobe before looking back at his face, both of them looking at each others lips.

“I’ll show you a good time baby” she said looking at him with her doll eyes, kissing him.

Slash had to take a moment on what the fuck just happened, but after a split second of feeling her lips on his, he started to kiss her back.

Y/n deepened the kiss as Slash gladly did too, one of her hands around his neck as the other found it’s way to his hair. Pulling his head back to catch a breath.

“You still wanna go to Axls?” She said teasing him. “Fuck you” he responded as he lifted her by her legs and reconnected their lips.

She giggled as he threw her on the bed. Looking up at him as he stood before her. “Not fair that i’m the only one who’s topless” She said as she tugged the hem of his shirt.

Slash threw his shirt off, walked over to the side of the bed and layed down on his back.

Y/n looked over her shoulder, smiling at him as she crawled over to him and sat right on his waist.

His hands moved her hair out the way of her tits and began to grope them.

Smiling, Y/n reconnected their lips and began to rub herself on his leather pants. Her skirt had been risen up, her flimsy panties being the only thing covering her crotch.

Slash parted his lips as Y/n kissed down his neck, using her hands to unbutton his pants.

“You’re so fucken hot” he panted, feeling she was moving at a slow pace on purpose. “I know” she smiled as she had successfully put his pants down, revealing his hard member.

Looking down at his dick, she was excited. Spitting on her hand, she began to rub his member. “You’re bigger than I expected” she said, Slash’s mouth open as he slipped one of his hand in her underwear, rubbing her wet pussy. “shut up” he said.

He flipped her over in a swift movement, now fully taking his pants on as she took off her skirt.

Moving her panties to the side as he continued to rub her clit, “I don’t know why you would keep these on Y/n” he said using his free hand to rip them off her her. Y/n moaned “Fuck you, those were my favorite.”

“Shut up” he said as he lifted one of her legs to his shoulder, and in one swift moment, he filled her up. Y/n let out a loud moan, feeling him stretch her out.

He stood still for a moment, feeling her walls clench around him. Moving at an slow agonizing pace, Y/n moaned, “Slash- please”

“What do you want baby?” he said teasing her, though it was killing him also. “Please” she said, heavily breathing “Fuck me”.

And that was all Slash needed to move faster. Gripping her hips, his thrusted in and out of her.

He looked at Y/n, face flushed, eyes closed and head thrown back. He moved his hand from her hip and grabbed her face. “Look at me” he grunted. Y/n opened her eyes, tying to stop them from closing. “Fuck” she moaned out as Slash started to rub her clit as he reconnected their mouths.

Barley kissing, they moaned into each others mouths. Slash moved his head to the crook of her neck, lightly kissing her all over. “Fuck- you’re so fucken perfect” he said as his hips continued to move. “Please Slash” Y/n continued to moan “Im so close baby please” she said as she felt herself about to cum.

“Comon pretty” Slash said, now looking into her eyes, propping her leg back on his shoulder, fucking her like an animal, “cum for me”.

And she did, her eyelids fluttering, pulling him to her chest as she moaned his name like a fucken prayer.

Slash’s hips began to falter as she came, feeling her walls grow tighter. “Where do you want me to cum” he said quickly, not knowing if he was able to hold back. Heavily breathing, Y/n whispered “inside”.

With a few deeper thrust, Slash came, feeling like he was in heaven, his body on fire.

They both stayed there, trying to catch their breath.

He slipped out of her, throwing himself next to her.

Y/n got up to clean herself up, coming back to find Slash looking at her with such admiration. “Sleep with me tonight” She said looking at him “I’m kinda forced to yknow” he smiled, helping her under the covers. Giving him a kiss, she snuggled next to him and drifted to sleep.

And all Slash could do was look at her, and realizing he just fucked himself over. Because he was in love with Y/n Jones and her little fucken games.

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FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT OMG 😭!!! I hope it wasn’t too bad. Hope u guys enjoyed🙊

[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

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Save me, Sabrina Fair - By the Shores of Cape Cod (Jack Kennedy/OC)

Spanning decades, a story of how time reveals true feelings even to the deepest suppressers - or how Jack Kennedy fought long and hard not confess his love to the best friend of his sister Kick who was 'off limits' to him and not to big brother Joe Jr.

Some backstory firstly about the OC, who's name is Sabrina Evelyn Overstreet. Born in 11/28/1918, Park Avenue, New York, NY.   Schools: Chopin School, NY (’36), Wellesley College (’40).  Look: sandy blonde (shoulder length, wavy), greyish-blue eyes, 5’9. (a sort of mix of Lauren Bacall and Grace Kelly, that's at least how I imagine her) Wears: well-tailored (dark colored) suits, dark gowns/dresses for formal occasions, slacks, knits and loose shirts for casual wear.  Loves: reading, painting, swimming, independence, and interested in politics.  Her family's backstory:   Evelyn (née McIver) Overstreet 02/28/1895 (homemaker, painter), James Anthony Overstreet 06/15/1896. McIver Enterprises (Auto and Motor). Nearly as successful as Ford Motors. Evelyn’s first husband was an older Irish gentleman who passed of the flu in 1913 when she was 18 and he was 32. He left in his last will and testament most of his money to a nephew of his James Overstreet, a young Brahmin, but too young to take over the business at 17 and be his heir. So, Evelyn could live with the money left to her by her husband for a while. But eventually, since her family would not take her back, she didn’t know what to do when the money begun to run out. But by then James had started to live in the house that was legally his and let Evelyn stay on until she had her things in order. But while the young man was putting himself through Harvard, he began a correspondence with Evelyn who did run the New York, Hyde Park house. Eventually when James was 22 and a graduate from Harvard and Evelyn had long stopped the pretense of leaving the house James had let her call home, they made it official and hitched on Valentine’s Day in 1918, and in November 1919, Sabrina Evelyn Overstreet joined their family. As would her little brother Anthony Jones Overstreet, in January 1920.  

Preface

Part One: "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Part Two: “A String of Pearls” 

Snippet for Part Three: "Perfect"

Part Three: "Perfect" (coming 24th of January)

Part Four: TBA

Moodboards

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Inspiration:

Sabrina Fair by John Milton

Sabrina fair,

——Listen where thou art sitting

Under the glassy, cool, translucent wave,

——In twisted braids of lilies knitting

The loose train of thy amber-dropping hair;

——Listen for dear honour's sake,

——Goddess of the silver lake,

Listen and save!

——Listen and appear to us,

——In name of great Oceanus,

——By the earth-shaking Neptune's mace,

——And Tethys' grave majestic pace;

——By hoary Nereus' wrinkled look,

——And the Carpathian wizard's hook;

——By scaly Triton's winding shell,

——And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell;

——By Leucothea's lovely hands,

——And her son that rules the strands;

——By Thetis' tinsel-slippered feet,

——And the songs of Sirens sweet;

——By dead Parthenope's dear tomb,

——And fair Ligea's golden comb,

——Wherewith she sits on diamond rocks

——Sleeking her soft alluring locks;

——By all the nymphs that nightly dance

——Upon thy streams with wily glance,—

——Rise, rise, and heave thy rosy head

——From thy coral-paven bed,

——And bridle in thy headlong wave,

——Till thou our summons answered have.

Listen and save!

/.../

Shakespeare's Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds 

Admit impediments; love is not love 

Which alters when it alteration finds, 

Or bends with the remover to remove. 

O no, it is an ever-fixèd mark 

That looks on tempests and is never shaken; 

It is the star to every wand'ring bark 

Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. 

Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks 

Within his bending sickle's compass come. 

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, 

But bears it out even to the edge of doom: 

If this be error and upon me proved, 

I never writ, nor no man ever loved. 

/.../

Jackie by Dawn Tripp

JFK: Volume One by Fredrik Logevall

Sabrina (1954/1995)

Old money by Lana Del Rey

When we were young by Adele

Man of the House by Rachel Zegler

If Ever I Would Leave You by Robert Goulet

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[gditrisha]

Constancy | part 1 The Commitment

PAIRING: miguel o'hara x fem!reader / afab!reader GIST: Pinterest Boards, Wedding Expos, and all that jazz! Fem!Reader / AFAB!Reader is having a field day sharing her Dream Wedding to her husband-to-be. TAGS: established relationship, discreet proposal, marriage preparations, fluffy, domestic, wedding au TRISHA NOTES: aside from my writing, i designed some visuals and moodboards to make these imagines as immersive as possible! CONSTANCY SERIES | WRITING MASTERLIST 

Imagine one day Miguel initiated a conversation you'd least expect - he asks you about your "dream wedding". let's just say he once caught you peacefully curled up on the couch, remote still in hand with the TV auto-playing wedding planning videos it's taken over your algorithm, it is full of it

"Really???" you beamed then immediately retrieved your tablet, showed him your Pinterest Board, and had an absolute field day just explaining why certain details would work best

Miguel finds it adorable how your "Dream Wedding" Pinterest board is organized. He's amazed how everything is categorized with pics from attire such as rich-toned suits to dainty bridal gowns and bridesmaid dresses as well as different possible motifs, venues, venue styling, and table settings

You find it so sweet of Miguel to involve himself in the conversation, "Hmmm...instead of this suit, I'll wear the red maroon one. I don't think green sage is my color."

this came to you as a surprise cuz you knew he'd rather have a civil wedding. weddings are very costly and it's the vows that matter anyway, right? but he's actually giving suggestions???

Miguel notices the furrowed brow, he runs his thumb over it cuz it isn't a good look to your sunny self "What? I said green isn't my color...and sí, cariño...let's have a real wedding."

He then slides the engagement ring box on the table. it's a simple band encrusted with diamonds. he thought the simple design would go well with any of your rings cuz he knows you like to layer it

There's a high muffled "AAAAAAAHHHH" as you cover your mouth. You bounce on your tiptoes cuz you can't contain your excitement, Miguel carries you, carefully swinging you around in the living room, and gives you a kiss on your temples and lips

You'd both attend lots of Bridal Expos for weeks to come; trying to find more inspiration for your wedding and finalize your suppliers. Miguel holding your hand and pointing at the booths for the both of you to try. Imagine feeding each other free samples of cake and drinking wine (as if it were the ceremony already) garnering some "Awwws" from those managing the booths. You'd return back to your place with LOTS of pamphlets and business cards

The prenup photos isn't your typical shoot with a theme set in the day. No. As bubbly as you are, you knew a day photoshoot didn't fit either of you. You both enjoyed the evening as there are no expectations from either of you, everything is more quiet, reserved for each others' company. The photoset features the city night lights and how you both welcome each other in the hazy glow, beautiful smiles captured in stills similar to a Wong-kar Wai film.

You change the name of the Pinterest Board to “Save the Date” and continue your discussion about the board. Editing it during your free time after kicking anomaly butt and saving the Spiderverse

This is the motif you and Miggy come up with. A mix of rich tones and soft hues. The warmth of burgundy and amber blended with the coolness of tan and sage.

TRISHA NOTES: I forgot I owned a wedding board myself and idk the delulu in me was like might as well. But on a serious note, I was just thinking of the possibility of it coming true someday ahihihi getting married I mean. Anywaaay, trying to have intervals between posts cuz I don't wanna rush it but Part 2 goal is 2nd week of September!

[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.