#beauty ghost

[snarkspawn]

I just think they're neat

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

Liu Qianqiao & Yu Qiufeng in EPISODE 14 of WORD OF HONOR 山河令

When I am dead and over me bright April Shakes out her rain-drenched hair, Tho‘ you should lean above me broken-hearted, I shall not care. I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now. —Sara Teasdale, I Shall not Care

[wawa-evg]

Sketch

[canary3d-obsessed]

Liu Qianqiao Costume Appreciation: 5 of 5 (Word of Honor)

(masterpost)

[pinytree]

[hansoeii]

Ohh look, it's the dead boy detectives!

[rhera]

THE INNOCENTS (1961) THE OTHERS (2001) CRIMSON PEAK (2015) THE GHOST AND MRS. MUIR (1947) THE VVITCH (2015) THE BLOOD ROSE (1970) BEAUTY AND THE BEAST (1946) THE HOUSE THAT SCREAMED (1969) THE HORRIBLE DR. HICHCOCK (1962) THE SPIRAL STAIRCASE (1946)

[machveil]

Roommate!Simon Riley that locks up for the night. go ahead and get ready for bed, Simon will double check that all the doors and windows are shut and locked. he wants you to feel safe in your shared apartment - he’s more than willing to protect you, but it’s still good to make sure everything is secure. if you hear something and come padding to his room all you have to do is knock, Simon’ll shove you into his room and take a look around the flat

Roommate!Simon Riley that puts your safety first - from the mundane to the unpredictable. he rests his hand on the edge of cabinets and counters when there’s a chance you could hit your head, a hand gently guiding you away from the street so he can walk closest to it. his eyes are always scanning for any danger before drifting back to you

Roommate!Simon Riley buys you pepper spray - even if you can defend yourself he’d still like for you to have a third option. what do you mean third? sure you could protect yourself, that’s a good plan b. the first option, and Simon’s favorite, is him tagging along whenever you go out. no one wants to mess with a bulky, gruff man wearing a mask, his body shielding you from any unwanted attention

Roommate!Simon Riley that has you wear his dog tags when you’re out with him. while he ignores the warmth blooming in his chest, it’s really so he can make sure you come home with him. he makes you promise that you’ll give them back to him at the end of the night - or early in the morning if it’s a really late night out. he’s not trying to ruin your chances of meeting anyone… he just wants you to come home safe and sound with him

[s3rrrpentine]

soap will be hearing dad jokes but like 3 times

[gildui]

inspired by @/cordeliawhohung's amazing mafia au, in limbo, i had to draw chip and simon <3

[brutalcomplex]

[potato-lord-but-not]

c’mon baby, cry

[sirenofthegreenbanks]

《山河令》 WORD OF HONOR (2021) | Episode 10

Two mournfully shining lamps weep their way through the swirling lake. I don't know the pilot who's slowly driving around with that load of sorrow. But I sense he sits bent over the wheel and breathes uneasily onto the windshield. —Tommy Olofsson, "Mist" from Elemental Poems, transl. by Jean Pearsson, 1991, White Pine Press

[serpentine-illusion]

DO YOU GUYS THINK HE EVER LOOKS IN THE MIRROR AND DOESNT RECOGNIZE HIMSELF 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

[canary3d-obsessed]

Liu Qianqiao Costume Appreciation: 4 of 5 (Word of Honor)

(masterpost)

[soap-ify]

thinking about laying beside simon on the bed, your head resting on his shoulder while his hands held a book that you had gifted him, his eyes fixed on the text.

your fingers absentmindedly traced over the scars on his chest, letting your soft fingertips draw over the rough sunken skin of the healed gashes — a painful story written in each of them. and you wanted to read it all, read every scar and cut, kiss all of it, absorb it so you could share it with him — a connection only you’d ever have with him.

your fingers slowly found their way to his stomach, hand caressing the muscles that had softened up ever since he had come home from deployment, your eyes noticing the stretch marks starting on the sides of his tummy that you adored so much. pale lines adorning his skin, urging you to probe them too, your hand touching him so gently — an angel soothing a wounded soldier.

simon is gorgeous, too gorgeous. he never seemingly saw it the way you did. “you’re so pretty…” you lazily whispered, pressing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

you were the warmth his cold heart sought, the fire that melted him, the sun that gave his moon the light he never thought he’d see. he needed you in the way a man needed a god, in a way a plant yearned for water. and you were happy to give it all to him, everything for your sweet simon.

“you tryin’ to tickle me, love?” his gruff voice broke you out of your trance, your eyes finding his which were no longer looking at the book, an intrigued grin playing on his lips that made you giggle heartedly and give his stomach some pats.

“maybe.”