#ao3 moodboard

[ukiyozora]

Diamonds in Seashell

pairing: satosugu

synopsis: “ever thought how i felt... being watched by you?” “fcking show me how you felt then!” they do the deed at the okinawa beach

rating: e

status: complete

[writer-wren]

🌷MOODBOARD MASTERLIST🌷

all the silly little moodboards i've made for my silly little fics :-)

Remus x Hermione

The Dixie Pixie Creamery

where do we go from here?

just the two of us. well, three of us. (ch 4)

Violet x Olaf

the violence of devotion

big bad wolf

the ice tyrant and the summer violet

[hedwig221b]

Yes To Heaven

sterek | E | 85k | ao3

tags: A/B/O, Werewolves Are Known, Werewolf Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles, Possessive Derek, Protective Derek, Everybody Wants Stiles Stilinski, omegas are VERY rare, Stiles Stilinski is Hot, Alcoholic Sheriff Stilinski, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, minor cordia, POV Derek Hale, UST, Pining

Summary: Stiles ruined him. The damage was irreparable. He didn’t want the food that wasn’t made by Stiles or shared with him; the water tasted stale; the clothes were asphyxiating and scratchy; the air was wrong, wrong without Stiles’ scent in it.

Fuck, what was wrong with him? How could that pretty little thing change him so much? He had an iron grip on his control before, being in tandem with his instincts, but within weeks, all of it was gone. As soon as he thought of Stiles, though, of his scent, his moans, and the little wrinkle on his forehead as he orgasmed, his mind settled.

What was life before Stiles? Everything was somewhere far, far away, forgotten, bleak, and meaningless. Derek thought he knew what light was as he looked at the microscopic dots of the stars above. Then Stiles came into his life and showed him the sun.

💗 for my muse @hotgirlstiles

[backmarkerr]

Winter Pitstop moodboard by the wonderful @racingghost

edit: there's also this amazing fanart [link]!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Edwin Payne and Charles Rowland (Daemon AU)

Then Edwin’s gaze drops down to Christine, to her scaled body barely poking out from under the blanket. “I have told you my daemon’s name,” Edwin says, “May I have the privilege of knowing yours?”

It isn’t a privilege, mate, Charles nearly says, because knowing a daemon’s name is about as normal as knowing a person’s, but more especially because Christine was named by his father. A violation, of sorts, that Charles just had to get used to over the years. That Charles just had to accept, because that’s what he did with his father’s orders.

But then Charles looks down at Christine and he realizes that she’s been one shape for longer than she’s ever been before.

For a moment, in his shivering state, in his fevered mind, he thinks that she’s just grown as cold and sluggish as him, but he knows as he manages to pry a couple of stiff fingers out from under his blanket to touch her that that’s not it. Of course that’s not it.

Charles, colder than the coldest blizzard he’s ever felt, slowly beginning to thaw thanks to the lantern of this ghost in front of him, this first night of kindness he’s ever been given, has finally had his daemon settle between one cold breath and the next.

People so rarely rename their daemons. His father would consider it a smack in the face. He’d easily belt Charles for the insult.

But Charles is sixteen and dying and he sees the divine for the first time as his daemon, his girl, huddles up on his lap, as cold and wet and alone as he is. He has a chance to make something new of her. Something new of himself.

And Charles doesn’t want to carry around his father’s family names anymore.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, in those heavy days when love became an act of defiance

Little darlin', it's been a long, cold, lonely winter Little darlin', it feels like years since it's been here

Here comes the sun, doo-doo-doo-doo Here comes the sun, and I say It's alright

-The Beatles, Here Comes The Sun

(all thanks to @jube-art)

[voulezloux]

There are many things Harry would rather be doing than this. He’d rather be in a room of all his exes and be told how shit he was to each and every one of them in excruciating detail. He'd rather be forced to listen to Kidz Bop on repeat until he curses the day he ever met Mitch Rowland as he descends into hell while kids sing Late Night Talking in the background. Hell, Harry would even rather get every single of his teeth pulled, without any numbing or anesthesia, to get horrible veneers in their place, the kind that you can tell with one glance that they’re fake. Getting makeup done for a tell-all interview with his ex-bandmate and ex… whatever isn’t something he was gunning to do when he woke up that Wednesday morning.

things could be worse. harry doesn’t know what could be worse than being forced to do a tell-all interview with his ex friends with benefits that he still harbors feelings for, the only person he could ever see a future with, the person who truly hates him so much, he can’t help but hate him right back. but surely, worse things have happened at sea, right?

make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face (24.6k)

written as a part of the the @bottomlouisficfest

[sunoovamp]

[erens-heart]

𝜗𝜚 boyfriend eren and his bbyg (AKA ME) moodboard …

[ukiyozora]

A Droplet of Midnight Ecstasy

a satosugu fanfic

dragon suguru

dragon rider satoru

[bonequillist]

⿻͜🐝。 !❀, beijɑ-flor [ . . . ]

@dolce ︶֢︶ ★ ︶֢︶ 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖼̧𝗈̃𝖾𝗌。

๑ ִ 𝖽𝖾 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿. ೀ 🏡 % 🖐🏻 𖦹⃚. 𖹭

𖹭ㅤׄㅤ🌻. 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝖽𝖾 / ݄ GIRΔSSÓIS ㅤָ

✿ㅤׄ 𝖼𝗋𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾̂ &' 𝖼𝖺𝖿𝖾́ ㅤ𐴂୧ㅤׅㅤ@doulce

︶֢︶ 𖹭 ︶֢︶ 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗂́𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗌 % 已归档 .

%❀ · 𝗖𝗮fé αmαrgo ׂ ❪ . . . ❫ 🖐🏻 . 那里

绿味. —— 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗮͟𝗺͟𝗮͟𝗿͟𝗲͟𝗹͟𝗮͟𝗱͟𝗼͟𝘀 ░ ✿𝅼ㅤ 🍋 ⸝⸝

︶֪︶ ❀ ︶֪︶ @doulce % 𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈

[ ✿ ] limɑ̃ozinho fɾesco % 。🍋❀

奥。 ░ nosso ୧ ! 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗆𝖺

—— ೀ 🐝 . @doulce 。︶֪︶ 𖹭 ︶֪︶

𖹭🌥️ ( . . . ) 𝗠𝗜𝗢 ..✿ 𝖫 𝖠 𝖱。

𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗋-𝗍𝖾 ❀。 @doulce ︶֪︶ 𖹭 ︶֪︶

#DIARY ೀ ! 。🍋 . 𝖼͟𝖺͟𝗋͟𝖺͟𝗆͟𝖾͟𝗅͟𝗅͟𝖺

︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶ ୨♡୧ ︶︶︶ ⊹ ︶︶

Não permito repostagem desta bio! Caso for usar , use deixando os devidos créditos a @ceonliqs. ( on ig )

[hedwig221b]

CRIMSON

sterek | E | 6k | ao3

tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek, Possessive Derek, Dark Derek, Everybody Wants Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Background Character Death, Eventual Smut, Derek is unhinged and obsessed, but what else is new, Blood

Summary:

Stiles stared at Derek without breathing.

At the tiny droplets of crimson hidden in his beard, at his gentle but intense eyes, at his mouth smeared with blood. He felt the taste of it on his tongue.

Derek held his promise.

He would always hold it. There was nothing Stiles could do or say to stop him. This was it. Stiles married him, mated with him for the rest of his life. Derek killed and he would undoubtedly kill again.

for @homemadesterekpie and @goddessofsteel based on this post

[mjmikaelson]

#PENTHONY

[sodakittyxo]

Shauna moodboard for my college au :)

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Dead Boy Detectives Wicked AU!

Edwin as Elphaba

Niko as Nessarose

Crystal as Glinda

Charles as Fiyero

Edwin rolls his eyes, his voice sharpening: “I shan’t hurt you.”

Charles grins. “Didn’t think you would, mate. See, I know you better than you think.” Charles reaches out a hand, lays it on Edwin’s shoulder. Edwin stiffens immediately, at the audacity of this boy, at the unfamiliarity of touch- “I know you think you’re bad with people, but it’s more like people are shite with you.” It stings to hear, but it also lances something horrible and infected inside of Edwin’s chest. “And me, well, I’m aces with people. And I think I can be even better with you. You’re someone worth knowing, I can tell, mate.”

Charles smiles at Edwin, this sincere, genuine thing, and Edwin knows what it feels like to have fae magic mess with you. He knows what it feels like to starve rather than eat fae fruit, how it feels to have starvation burning within you.

This warmth in his chest, though? It’s different. By the Unnamed God, is this different. This gentle warmth is like lying next to a hearth in the winter, pervading his veins with easy spring sunlight.

It’s the sort of warmth that Edwin has never felt before. Niko’s love is something solid, steady as the earth, unshakeable by time or magic, the foundation that Edwin lays his world on, but it isn’t quite like this. Quite so impossibly, achingly bright.

So Edwin nods. He’s sure he’ll lose that warmth, but it’s nice to have for a moment. “You believe that,” Edwin says. “But I know I am not good with other people, and I am sure that you shall run for the hills soon enough.”

“Trust me, mate,” Charles says with a wink, “I’ll prove it to you. My smile’s pretty convincing.”

Yes, Edwin almost says without thinking, It is. I would do so many dangerous things for that smile. Make myself as wicked as they call me.

-aletterinthenameofsanity, no one mourns the wicked (i have been changed for good)

@bigtirednoodle @demelzathemer

@tumblerislovetumblerislife @every-moment-a-different-sound @mellxncollie @nix-nihili

@tragedy-machine @anything-thats-rock-and-roll @wordsinhaled

@idliketobeatree @tw0-ravens @dear-monday @sasakisniko

@bequietimsodizzy @regina-cordium @spacegirlsgang

@shadowflame84 @the-moons-jade-rabbit @pappelsiin

@frogsondeckchairs @flaggersribs @lesbicosmos

@tititilani @flowerbritts @silverysnake @ohfallingdisco

@depressedandoverdressed @nobledragonflying

@pappelsiin @kat-in-a-trashcan @mirellapryce

[moooooolnp]

Me after reading all of the agere fic’s from a fandom (they’re all from 2019 and no one will be writing anything for a WHILE)

[incubationformadness]

CHAFF / The Hunger Games Trilogy ; a mood board