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October 1st: Spooky Season!
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🎥 Labyrinth (1986), Bram Stoker's Dracula (1992), The Addams Family Values (1993), The Phantom of the Opera (2004), Van Helsing (2004), Cinderella (2015), Crimson Peak (2015).
📺 The Vampire Diaries (2009-17), Dracula (2013).
🎶 Balder, Christian Reindl & Lucie Paradis.
📹 Lester Van Der Bel (YouTube), Sbrenn (YouTube), MovieClips (YouTube), The Phantom of the Opera (YouTube), Movie Thread (YouTube), Fear: The Home of Horror (YouTube), Sora4277 (YouTube), DelenaFcs (YouTube), Screen Bites (YouTube).
#ladywatereton#halloween#spooky season#halloween season#happy halloweeeeeeen#fall#autumn#october 1st#october#spooktober#spooky aesthetic#summerween#labyrinth#bram stocker's dracula#dracula#van helsing#the addams family#morticia x gomez#gomez x morticia#the phantom of the opera#cinderella 2015#crimson peak#the vampire diaries#horror edit#costume design#period drama#aesthetic edits#wallpapers#fairy aesthetic#fairycore
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Fanfic recommendation: I really loved "Like Words on a Page" writing. It was exciting, I could hardly put it down, it kept my interest all the way through. How a new relationship, a new attachment, a new perspective can shape a person, how it can take Thomas from helplessness to determination despite Lucille's continued toxic influence. I loved the way the writer wrote Thomas's redemption-seeking character with his self-loathing, his desire for acceptance and genuine love and hope - all the duality that was already felt in the film. In fact, here it came through even more how difficult it was for him to get along with Lucille - to avoid the outbursts of anger, to not completely submit to her will in the face of the constant guilt of not being compassionate and supportive enough with Lucille. Thanks for finishing it!
#crimson peak#thomas sharpe#character art#ai art community#midjourneyart#ai art#ai generated#montage#portrait#digital montage#gothic#gothic romance#gothic aesthetic#fan ai art#phone wallpaper
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I put on Crimson Peak with director’s commentary, and GDT said that the American’s costumes were machine sewn while the Sharpe’s costumes were hand sewn, and I am yelling at the top of my lungs!!!!! I love this movie!!!
#me#crimson peak#HAND SEWING CLOTHES!!!!!!!!!!!!#run don’t walk to listen to this commentary it’s so fucking good#also the description of the color choices in this movie as well as design choices like wallpaper and set structure and how he writes women#it’s just *chefs kiss*
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Arsenic green 🌿🖤 Crimson Peak wallpaper dress by La Femme en Noir, frozen charlotte pendant by Open the Cellar Door, earrings by Feralina, boots Fluevog.
#ootd#romantic goth#crimson peak#la femme en noir#fluevog#feralina#open the cellar door#frozen charlotte
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Rating the Femme en Noir Crimson Peak collection when I should be going to bed (it's not ALL critical, actually!)
no judgment at all to people who like the collection. nothing can achieve higher than a 7/10 because it's all synthetic. let's get into it
Edith Victorian Gown in Ivory
...yeah! that's basically Edith's nightgown copied exactly, so it's a 7/10 from me
2. Lady Lucille Victorian Dress With Capelet In Teal
What. um. What does this have to do with anything Lucille wears? It's blue velvet and it's a dress; there the similarities end. Why is there a ruffly capelet? That's something Edith wears, not Lucille. Why are there leg-o-mutton sleeves? Why is there no trim whatsoever? (that last is to become a running theme.) 3/10.
3. Allerdale Moth Wallpaper Babydoll Dress in Olive
There's a longer version, and were it a natural fabric, I'd be tempted to buy it and alter it into a blouse and over-skirt or something. This one is honestly pretty cute, though I forget what part of the house this wallpaper appears in. 7/10.
4. Edith Victorian Knit Cardigan in Olive
I get that they want to modernize these things for their target audience, but the original being SO much more fitted and sumptuous-looking just makes this one look sad. It's like Wish.com Edith. 5/10 for at least keeping the little velvet pumpkins.
5. Ghost Shoulder Bag
If this were leather, I would buy it. Not a huge fan of Margaret being the ghost on the front, though- I feel like Enola or Eleanor would be more photogenic. Poor Margaret. 6/10 though they're lucky I don't take points off for calling it "vegan leather" in the description. Be honest- it's plastic.
6. Belladonna Maxi Dress in Crimson Red
This is just an existing product of theirs But In Red. Pretty, but 4/10 for lack of effort.
7. Lady Mourning Victorian Gown in Black
It's the nightgown in black with a sash. Try harder. 3/10 and I'm skipping any color repeats labeled as different dresses from here on out.
8. Mourning Victorian Bonnet in Black
You know what? Yeah. Sure! That's a cute bonnet. Good job. 7/10.
9. Lace Mourning Scarf Veil in Black.
You can get a yard of nylon chantilly lace for less than $28, pretty as this looks. 5/10.
10. Victorian Cycling Pullover Sweater in Black
I mean. I guess. What does this have to do with Crimson Peak, exactly? Why is "Lucille" wearing puffed sleeves when, again, her clothing being tight has so much character logic behind it? It's a mystery. 5/10.
11. Victorian Velvet Bustle Skirt in Black
This didn't photograph well, but it appears to have some cool pleat details. I don't like 19th-century skirts getting shortened, but that's more a matter of personal preference than reaction to movie inspiration or lack thereof. 6/10.
12. Taffeta Edwardian Blouse in Marigold
This comes in multiple colors, but I picked the marigold because it illustrates that Wish.com effect once again.
The OG bodice from the movie that they're clearly trying to evoke. It has DETAIL! it has TRIM! It has LUSH FABRIC! And obviously you can't do that with a mass-produced piece, but ye gods, why would you set yourself up for failure by trying? If they hadn't gone for the look of a specific movie costume, their blouse wouldn't look disappointing by comparison. 5/10
13. Wicker Tilt Hat With Black Veil
Once again I feel they shot themselves in the foot here. It's cute! But it suffers by trying to be something that was better in the movie.
Not great by comparison; it's TOO close without going all the way. 6/10 because it is cute, though.
[skipped a bunch more veils and some lace mitts, which were cute but have nothing to do with How Well Or Poorly The CPeak Inspiration Was Executed In My Opinion]
14. Victorian Hands Belt in Silver
THIS IS NOT THE CRIMSON PEAK HAND BELT. THIS IS NOT EVEN TRYING TO BE THE CRIMSON PEAK HAND BELT. DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS IS?
IT IS THIS 1970S BELT- WHICH, LIKE THE ONE IN THE MOVIE, IS NOT BASED ON ANY VICTORIAN ORIGINAL THAT I'M AWARE OF -THAT HAS BEEN COPIED 50000 TIMES. DO YOURSELF A FAVOR AND WAIT FOR CUTTLE AND BONE TO HAVE ANOTHER PREORDER OF ACTUAL CPEAK HAND BELTS. 0/10.
Conclusion: Not all bad, but I feel like I actually would have gone in a more modern direction with the resources and limitations of this collection. You're never going to be as good as the movie costumes at their own game, not with mass-manufactured pieces. So why set yourself up for failure? Bringing the characters, themes, and motifs to a yet-unexplored time and place (with some Victwardian touches, of course!) seems like it would have been a better way to go about this, IMO.
Also stop being allergic to trim when you're taking inspiration from a movie with oodles of passementerie and beadwork and lace all over everything.
5/10 overall.
#long post#fashion#crimson peak#also for the love of everything can we get some natural-fiber clothes that AREN'T beige linen?#Gothic Natural Fiber Attire When!!!
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This may be a hot take, but I consider Crimson Peak (2015) a *very* unofficial Haunted Mansion adaptation. It's by Guillermo del Toro, involves a haunted mansion infested with ghosts and twisted family history (including both variations on a murdering bride AND the Bluebeard myth), has a "corridor of doors" scene...and even has a cameo from actual Haunted Mansion wallpaper! (It's the foyer pattern, not the eyes, but still, that HAS to be deliberate!)
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a dish served cold (mini series - part two)
Wild West Marvel AU
outlaw!bucky x reader after the murder of your pa, you go on a journey to find justice. fate brings you to crimson junction for a reason, and that reason is bucky barnes.
Warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, sexual tension, guns, knives, violence, mention of death of a parent, mention of gambling, mention of sex work, creepy men, period typical attitudes, outlaw bucky, protective bucky, bucky has issues, mention of robbery & crimes, mention of police (law), mention of bounty hunters, mention of flooding & drought, no use of y/n, lmk if i've missed anything
Word Count: 4.1k
A/N: chapter two!! please let me know if you're enjoying this wild ride so far!! if you're enjoying the western au stuff i have two one-shots (me & the devil and king of pentacles) that you should check out!! they are linked on my main masterlist <3 if you'd like a tag list let me know. sorry for any typos - not proof read.
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If the town of Crimson Junction had thought the pack of unruly travellers had reached their peak of restlessness, they were sorely wrong. The locals were now truly at their wits end. Two afternoons had passed, and chaos had descended. Men turned to drink to quell their boredom and sin followed as it always did. Brawls had broke out in mass, the hotel in ruins as rooms were used as makeshift whorehouses and gambling dens. You were kept up all night as the screaming, laughter, and moaning ensued around you. Violence, indulgence, and wickedness ran rampant through the streets. You had grown to expect nothing less of the once sleepy town.
The noise did not particularly bother you. You were kept up most nights regardless, tossing and turning at the thought of Barnes. Your dreams would replay the scene from the saloon, a moving picture beneath your eyelids. In your dream, you would beam at him, fluttering your eyelashes, while the outlaw watched on with his cold, blue eyes. He would stalk towards you, his callused hand stroking down your cheek. The dream you would lean into his touch, nuzzling his palm. Then he would wrap his hand around your throat, gripping you tightly. You would struggle, breathlessly clawing at him. His expression would be blank. Unphased.
You would awake, drenched in a cold sweat as breathless as in the dream.
Even when you were awake, you’d think of him still. His visage was so clear in your mind that it drove you to near insanity. He clung to you like smoke, your thoughts utterly consumed by him. You’d recall how his knuckles grew white or how his jaw clenched. You’d stare up at the ceiling, watching the sun rise and fall. You’d trace the patterns on the wallpaper and the creases on the sheets.
In the room beside you, the bed would squeak and bang. The force was so powerful and loud that the walls shook. Your hands would ghost across your bare skin, along your thighs, waist, and collarbone. Still, you’d think of him, Barnes. How long had he plagued your thoughts and your life? How long would he haunt you still? Was he the ghost, or were you? Permanently intertwined never to know a day of peace until your work was done.
The next time your mind wandered to him, your finger tracing the contour of your lower lip, you bit down hard on that finger until you swore you could taste blood.
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When the news of a meeting made the rounds, you were relieved. The flowery wallpaper in your room was growing rather nauseating to stare at. A break from your slow spiral into lunacy was welcome news. Fresh air, you decided, would do you well, even if a rather suffocating and sticky heat had descended upon the canyons now that the rains had passed.
The mud had begun to dry in the midday sun, a thick skin developing and some sections cracking. The dry weather was a good omen for once. You didn’t think Crimson Junction had ever prayed for the sun to return. The pastor announced that the roads were predicted to be cleared by the end of the week, and the entire crowd breathed a sigh of relief. You couldn’t help but think it was the most civil you had seen them in your short stay. Maybe it was that natural reaction of fearing God and therefore his preachers. Though, after all you had witnessed, you were surprised the small town even had a church. It was even stranger that it seemed Crimson Junction was led by one, as there was no other authority present.
Not even a sheriff's office.
That did seem rather convenient.
The pastor spoke of his gratitude for the travellers patience and his admiration for the workers and survivors. You did not find his words particularly interesting, no matter how heartfelt they were. You had spent countless Sundays in church; it was instilled within you to zone out at the droning words of a preacher. You had been a good girl, yes, but never a good Christian. Hands tightly clasped together and chin high, your eyes had remained locked onto the back of a familiar head.
Barnes stood mingled within the crowd; you could see him well from your vantage point on the wooden porch of the general store. You stood alongside the other ladies who didn’t want to join the men crowded in the mud. You couldn’t help but notice how Barnes also did not seem to care for heartfelt speeches; instead, his attention was swayed away. You might have thought him to be bored of pastors and the almighty house of God, but you watched as his head repeatedly tilted in the direction of a small group of men who were huddled in front of an alley. The longer you watched the outlaw eye these men, the more you realised that the group of men eyed him back in return.
The men looked intimidating, dressed in black, and armed to the teeth. Well-polished guns were slung over their backs, bandoliers over their chests, and hair slicked back as they snickered between each other in a cloud of smoke. Their grins were vicious, bearing their teeth like wild dogs.
As the crowd dispersed, you moved with it. Through the layers of bodies, you watched as Barnes quietly dipped away in the direction of the stables and away from the group of men. He viewed them as a threat. Your curiosity peaked. The outlaw had always presented himself as untouchable, stone-like…an unmoveable force. It had never occurred to you that the most dangerous predator in the room might be prey to something bigger.
As soon as you were sure that there was enough distance, you followed the smoke quietly and discreetly, listening to their distant conversation. The pack of men paused around the corner of the alley, half standing in the street. The rough stone wall snagged against your clothing as you pressed your back flush against the surface. You inched closer to the end of the alley, your ears perking as you listened closely.
“I reckon he’ll be headed further west, tryna disappear into the desert.” One man spoke.
“How ya know he ain’t goin’ up north to join up with that buddy o’ his?” Said another.
“Nah, last I heard, he was doubling back east to throw off the scent.”
Your brows furrowed at their words, and you sucked in a sharp breath. A part of you was paranoid that the men might hear your breathing, or perhaps even your thundering heart. Your nails dug into the wall, the stone indenting into your palms. Were they foolish enough to publicly speak their plans, unaware of how their voices carried? That indicated arrogance. Bigger fish, indeed.
Your moment of thought was short-lived.
There was a slight rustle in your left ear, a shift in the air. With quick and calculated hands, you shifted your weight, your hand darting to your boot like a viper striking flesh. Within a split second, you had a small blade in your palm, the metal angled to harm as you drove it forward. The man next to you had no time to react, instead freezing in place as you pressed the blade against his throat.
It took a few seconds for the two of you to process, your eyebrows knitting into a frown as you realised who had slid up beside you. Barnes. When had he sneaked up behind you?
“Woah there, darlin’.” The outlaw grumbled lowly, lifting his hands in surrender. You held steady, scanning his face as you calculated your next move. You were a fool to think the outlaw would not notice you. A supposed simple girl and bride-to-be should not be stalking a group of dangerous individuals. It did raise the question of how long he had been watching you and assessing your character. Had he grown suspicious so easily after all the precautions and lies?
“Apologies. You startled me.” You slipped back, taking a large step within eyesight of the street. The group of men had now walked away, a cloud of smoke in tow. You watched as they sauntered into the saloon. Releasing a sharp breath and relaxing your shoulders, you straightened your spine. Giving Bucky a convincing smile, you acted as if nothing had happened.
“I can see that. And I can see ya weren’t jokin’ about bein’ able to handle yerself in these parts.” The outlaw huffed, his hands lowering, and his fingers twitched around his belt line. Monitoring him warily, you were ready to react to the slightest indication that he might draw. “But I’m beginnin’ to think ya weren’t too forthcomin’ about who ya really are in the saloon the other night.”
You angle your head at him, jaw tightening. You hoped you hadn’t wasted weeks of travel and planning for it all to be thrown away due to your misguised decision to play investigator. Your fist squeezed around your blade then, nostrils flaring as you allowed an intrusive, violent thought to flicker through your mind. This place, this evil place, and it’s vile people were already beginning to corrupt you. With a sigh, you tuck the knife back into your boot. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, Mister.”
With your knife visibly out of sight, Barnes relaxes a little. His gaze swept over you, inspecting every detail of your outfit, before finally resting on your face. "Nah, it’s not… Just… don’t know why you’d be lookin’ to pick a fight with a group’a men like that.”
You viewed those men as competition, but you knew Barnes would not like your answer. So, you held your tongue, lifting your skirts as you turned to leave. The wooden boards squelched under your weight as you stepped further into the street. You’d never thought you would have missed the sand and dust, but you were beginning to find that you much preferred it to mud.
“Y’know, if you’ve got a price on yer head… and I ain’t sayin’ you got one but rather… a hypothetical, if I may. If you were runnin’ from something, I wouldn’t be worryin’ about those boys back there. They're lookin’ for bigger fish to fry than yerself. I suspect they would not take a second look in yer direction, ‘least not all dressed up like a proper lady like you is. You had me fooled, that’s for sure.”
Just as you had suspected. No wonder he had turned tail at the sight of them. You glanced over at him, observing as he kept up pace with you as you walked towards the hotel. “And what would you know of bounty hunters, Mr. Clark?”
He perked up at your words and let out a low whistle. “Best I not tell you, Miss.”
You smiled at that, then caught yourself. And idiot you were to find him somewhat charming, and an idiot you would continue to be if you were distracted.
“Where’d a lady like yerself learn to arm herself with a knife?” Barnes seemed unnerved by your silence, instead filling it with a question. Uncharacteristic of him, at least from what you had interpreted from his nature so far. A change from his attitude in the saloon, that was for sure.
“My Pa taught me,” you hummed in response. You couldn’t help but let a small, warm smile cross your lips at the thought of him. He had been a hardy man, always covered in sweat and ash. Still, the two of you had been close. He had always shown you respect and kindness, no matter your differences. “He and my Ma, well, they raised me to be a wife. My Ma wanted to set me up for a good life and hoped I would marry well.”
Your eyes cast over to the outlaw, who still followed your lead down the sunken street. He was enraptured by your words; his icy eyes locked onto your side profile. You continued your story, smile still tugging at the corners of your lips. “It was always about holdin’ one's posture straight, being charmin’ and pleasin’ to the eye. Cookin’, sewin’, washin’ and all that. My Pa, he said it was all well and good that I could balance books on my head while descendin’ a set of stairs or tap out a melody on a pianoforte, but it could only get one so far in life. Much to my Ma's horror, he taught me to handle a knife and guns too.”
Barnes was quiet, running his tongue over his bottom lip. You found yourself wondering if he had caring parents or if they had been strict and cruel. Were they still alive? Did they weep within every time they saw his face plastered on a bounty board?
“Why ain’t your daddy escortin’ you now?” The outlaw finally spoke up, a cruel snip to his tone.
Your eyes darted away from him, and your smile was replaced by a frown. “He’s dead.”
His steps falter, as if momentarily taken aback.
“Oh–” is all he manages, stumbling over his words. His brows furrow. “I–I’m–”
“He was shot.” You cut over him. Taking a sharp, deep breath, you turn your head to look at him fully. You offer him a sympathetic look, then catch yourself. As if he were the one who needed comforting. “He was a blacksmith. I have no other male relatives, and of course my Ma and I can’t do the work to run the business.”
“That’s why yer marryin’.” Barnes states, his voice sounds thick and he is unable to catch your eye. There was a sense of guilt that seemed to engulf his very being, as if your story momentarily summoned old ghosts. Haunted.
You were glad to see him squirm.
“Yes.” You reply, shoulders lifting in a weak shrug. “We sold the forge, but we can’t access the money. My savings—our savings—will be for my husband to handle once we are married. I will send funds back to my Ma, and all will be well again.”
“I’m sorry.” The outlaw offers, brows still drawn inward, crowsfeet etched into his skin. “That’s hard.”
You tilt your head in contemplation, then offer a simple reply. “That’s life.”
It was strange to think how easy it was to pretend you were comfortable with your position. That would had simply… come to terms with your new life. It was easy to put on a play and show the world what they wanted. A woman in complete control, despite the misfortune that had followed her.
The outlaw was right to feel unnerved by your casual disposition, because deep down, grief and rage boiled within you.
Pausing at a gap in the wooden boards, you raised your skirts in order to cross. Before you could walk into the mud, Barnes had circled around you. He offers a calloused hand, which you hesitantly took. With a strange gentleness to his grip, he guides you across the small gap onto the next row of wooden boards.
“Well, I hope they find the bastard who shot him.” He offers.
You almost laugh at the irony. Your head dips to hide the amused expression that slips past, strands of hair falling across your face. Barnes seems to interpret your actions as sorrow, as if the mention of your father had left you overcome with emotions. You do not protest as he shamefully leads you directly to the hotel porch, pausing to escort you up the slippery steps.
“I hope so too.” You finally reply, your voice low, and drop his hand. Stepping into the hotel, you do not allow him time to speak another word.
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A gentleman outlaw, or maybe he was an outlaw who happened to be a gentleman. You pondered this for a while as the heat beat down, leaving a thin layer of sweat across your body. Your horse swayed beneath you, hooves steady, as she navigated the desert terrain with ease. She was a piece of home; melancholy would linger in your gut whenever you breathed in her scent. Your fingers twisted through the mare’s mane, lacing together like a tightly woven braid. It was a problem to weigh, for sure. Could a gentleman be an outlaw? And what defines a gentleman? You knew of many supposed gentlemen who fell pray to indulgence, too many drinks, whores, and gambling. Gentlemen who reeked of desperation, sullen and shallow creatures. You had known gentlemen to be cruel, to be kind, to be ignorant, or even to be fools. In your mind, you could see no difference between a gentleman and an outlaw, because both could be evil as equally as they could be kind.
Barnes had shown you kindness, yet he was a killer. He was an outlaw; that was printed as a fact, but could he be a gentleman too? You had always been taught to believe things in the world worked a certain way, ticking perfectly on time like a clock. Every second, the world would bring good things to good people and rain wrath upon those who sinned. But that illusion had been shattered many months ago when you were thrown into the world of men, unprotected and blind. Outlaw and gentleman, one in the same. It worried you.
You had travelled no more than five miles from Crimson Juction before dismounting your horse.
The roads had opened up early in the morning, giving you time to gather supplies, saddle your horse, and leave town unbothered. Your remaining time in the small crossroads town had been without event, sticking to your rooms and steering clear of drunk men and dangerous outlaws. Sometimes you sat at your window, watching the town move on with their days below you. You told yourself it was entertainment, a form of people watching, not a pathetic attempt to catch a glimpse of the dark-haired and broad-chested outlaw.
You ran a hand across your mare's chestnut coat, leaning down as you traced your hand down to her fetlock. You squeezed her leg, clicking your tongue as a quick instruction for her to lift her hoof. You placed it solidly between your thighs, pushing your skirts out of the way. Blowing a loose strand of hair from your face, you squinted down at the dirt-packed hoof. Your index finger traced the metal shoe with your finger, feeling each divet of the nails.
The crunch of rock was what alerted you to his presence first, whipping your head around to see Barnes atop his horse, armed with one of his distant looks. You smiled and pretended to look pleasantly surprised, wondering if he truly believed you had not noticed him tailing you for the past two miles. Dropping the hoof, you praised your mare with a quick pat on her muscled shoulder.
“Have you come to be my knight in shinin’ armour again?” You asked the outlaw, raising a hand to your brow, blocking the light from the sun.
“Depends.” Barnes grunted, sliding from his saddle. “Somethin’ wrong with yer horse?”
You sigh, rubbing the sweat from your forehead. You twist around to look back at your mare, your skirts twirling around you as you motion towards her hoof. “She was limpin’, poor girl. I think her shoe is loose.”
“I can take a look, if’chu want?” Bucky offered. He was still as foreboding as you had remembered, his stature taller than and his build wider. The sleeves of his buttoned-up shirt were rolled up to the elbow, revealing toned forearms kissed by the sun.
“Oh. Could you? I would be grateful.” Your hand comes to rest on your chest, and the outlaw grunts with a shrug. You step out of his way as he advances towards your mare, whispering to her quietly as he takes her hoof in his large palms to inspect.
You watch him, wondering if he was blinded by the sun or simply by you. He hadn’t once stopped to ask questions before putting himself in such a vunrable position, nor did his eyes drift towards the rifle tucked neatly into your saddle. How funny it was that he did not enquire why you were travelling alone on horseback, when mere days before you had told him your husband-to-be had paid for your safe arrival by coach.
“I don’t think there's anythin’ wrong with the shoe. Maybe there's a rock or somethin’ under all that dirt.” He mused and pressed his thumbs inward to see if your mare jerked in reaction. Still, not once did he look up, and not once did he question his safety. He did not seem to notice as you silently slid up besides your mare, tugging the rifle from the saddle.
You held your breath as you circled back around, the wooden stock of the gun placed firmly against your shoulder as you aimed the barrel at his head.
“Are yer sure she was limpin’? Maybe it’s the other side.” The outlaw muses, engrossed in his own thoughts.
“You could check if you like, Mr. Barnes.” You reply, your voice as sweet as ever.
It takes him a moment to click. He shakes his head, then freezes. “I ain’t never said my name was Barnes.”
You hold steady, digging your boots into the soil as Bucky slowly straightens up. His back faces you, and you can picture his muscled back beneath. Somehow the outlaw appeared more foreboding while collected and calm. He gradually turned. Maybe he had made himself smaller in your previous meetings so as not to scare you. Your heart thumped wildly, sweat slicking along your palms. He met your gaze, careful and slow, as his body faced you, hands raised in a quiet surrender.
You had to pray you weren’t being overconfident in your approach, or this could go very badly.
“I knew your name long before we met.” Your hands remained still, and the gun remained aimed. You observe him through the sights as he arches an eyebrow.
“Did I do somethin’ to you?” There was an unexpected anguish in his voice that hit you solidly in the gut. Your jaw clenches and your teeth grit as you remain silent. You had practiced this moment in your mind countless times, orchestrating your every movement and perfectly articulating your feelings and your story. But your jaw remained wired shut, any plans thwarted, because you were horrified to find you were teetering on the edge of sobbing.
“You know, I thought we was startin’ to become friends.” He speaks up once more, daring to take a step forward. You hiss through your teeth, striding towards him to ram the barrel into his chest.
“Drop your guns. Slowly.” You instruct.
There is a long instant of silence between the two of you, only the slight howl of the wind through the vast rock canyons. His movements slowed once more, and his hands hesitantly dropped to his belt. Your finger ghosts over the trigger as he carefully removes his guns, dropping them to the ground with a soft thud.
With one sweep of your foot, you kick the two pistols away, backing off a few paces. With a tut, you motion for him to step further away from the horses. He turns away from you, walking in the direction you indicated. With a sigh, he speaks up, cutting through the tense silence. “We can talk about this, ya know. Before you go puttin’ a bullet in me, sweetheart.”
You glare at him before huffing. “Get on the ground, lay on your stomach or I’ll shoot.”
Only as his body lay flat on the ground did you drop your aim. Still eyeing him, you back up towards your horse and grab the rope looped around the horn of your saddle. Your heartbeat nearly deafened you as you fumbled with the length, nerves beginning to show. You didn’t know what he made of you or what he thought you were. But now there were real stakes at hand—no opportunities to mess up.
Perhaps you were too preoccupied by those thoughts, or maybe your pulse had truly made you deaf. You didn’t notice the cloud of dust or the pounding of hooves until it was too late.
Abandoning the rope, you gripped your rifle once more, aiming it at the small group of men who had appeared from the canyons. Chest heaving, you watched as the leader smiled, his slicked-back hair obscured beneath a wide-brimmed hat. Spitting on the ground, he looked between you and Barnes, who remained on the ground, but his head was turned to watch.
“Good catch, Miss. Too bad I’m gonna have to take him off yer hands.”
PART THREE
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GET TO KNOW THE MUN.
what’s your phone wallpaper: a picture of florence when i saw f+tm live earlier this year! last song you listened to : this hell - rina sawayama currently reading : lol... i am reading 3 books right now 1 ) the crimson peak novelization 2 ) a collection of georg trakl poems 3 ) soc re-read! last movie : a girl walks home alone at night! cannot recommend it enough last show : succession but also just started the great season 3 last night ( also current castlevania rewatch with my significant annoyance ) what are you wearing right now : pajama bottoms... an oversized rina sawayama shirt too coincidentally how tall are you? : 5'1. don't talk to me piercings / tattoos?: 4 piercings and 2 tattoos <3 glasses ? contacts? : none! last thing you ate? : a bagel hehe favorite color(s): love a light green and of course soft purples <3 current obsession : gothic horror ( always tbh ), been really enjoying getting back into horror films in general too but like... the weird kind mostly do you have a crush right now? : tumblr user daylighter i am acknowledging you favorite fictional character : every evil woman has my heart but zoya nazyakenskaya, edith cushing, galaxy stern, selina kyle, harrowhark nonagesimus, gideon nav, ronan lynch, zatanna zatara, and jason todd to list a few faves last place you traveled : puerto rico last year to visit my abuela!!
tagged by: @daylighter apparently my crush who has a sudden interest in lavender 🤔 tagging: @vipier, @mysteriae, @nowincolor, @scythed, and whoever is reading this right now <33
#and there you have it#abridged list of all my hyper fixations#𝖎𝖎. *ੈ ˖ ° ⥽ carlisle cullen? no carly rae cullen ⥼ ⅋. ooc
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#crimson peak#thomas sharpe#character art#ai art community#midjourneyart#ai art#ai generated#portrait#wallpaper#fan ai art
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50k Challenge 2023!!!
Beginning WC: 6,684
Current WC (updated daily): 68,586
Goal WC: 56,684 (for November)
Total Goal WC: 80,000
My Goals This Month
Write 50k words towards WallpaperWIP.
Write at least every day, even if I don't make the daily wc.
Update my streak on the site every day.
HAVE FUN AND DON'T STRESS!
Also, in the hopes of keeping myself motivated, I'm going to be picking one line that I've written every day that I'm especially proud of, and posting them on my various social medias! I'll be keeping them updated on this post as well, though if you want prettier versions be sure to check me out on the camera and bsky app!
Please be aware of my content warnings for this project. It's going to be a dark journey, with a lot of dark topics. Please remember to stay safe and take care of yourself!
For more information on this year's project and how it's going, continue reading!
The Project
Project Name: Wallpaper WIP
Genre: Gothic Romance / Horror
Comps: Picture of Dorian Gray x Crimson Peak x The Yellow Wallpaper x The Invitation (2022)
Blurb: Wallpaper WIP is a polyamorous f/f/m exploration of the lines that separate love and madness, the importance of self-acceptance, and the beauty of life and death. It features a ghost being devoured by the wallpaper, a vampire who paints death and gore, and a human with a hunger he cannot control and a body he does not fit.
Content Warnings Include: past spousal abuse; cannibalism; blood play; BDSM themes; mental illness portrayed through romantic lenses; self-harm; suicide; murder; ritualistic sacrifices; religious trauma; kidnapping; non-consensual possession; consensual possession; intentional misgendering; transphobia and related hate crimes; disordered eating behaviors; blood and gore
These warnings are subject to change or be added to as I continue to write and expand the story. As always, should you see anything triggering or something you think should be included in these warnings, absolutely feel free to send me a message, or email me at [email protected]. Please remember to be safe and take care of yourself!
My Favorite Lines So Far
Day 1 - "Forgive me father, for I am a gluttonous thing, and I hunger, I hunger, I hunger."
Day 2 - "In the hand of a master, an artist's tool can create life just as easily as it can cut creation from frame."
Day 3 - "My hunger grows harder to ignore on those days, and I often find myself stumbling from a stranger's bed before I have the chance to give in to the ache of my jaw and the itch of my teeth."
Day 4 - "I fear one day I will use all the ink in the world and still I will cut myself open to dip my pen in, as I would rather write in blood than not write at all."
Day 5 - "Instead of sound, only petals fall from my lips. Blue as the summer sky, stained red with the blood that once gave me life. I choke on them, spitting them from my lips and swallowing the rest down. Please, I want to cry. Please, don't let it take me. I do not wish to disappear.
Day 6 - "I want to say it back. I want to scream it, sob it. I want to say it over and over and over again until he tells me to stop, and then I want to say it again."
Day 7 - "To endanger one's self is to endanger the family, so we must be vigilant, always."
Day 8 - "What a beautiful little monster you are," I mutter, pressing my lips to his cheek this time, then to his eyelid, his nose, his jaw."
Day 9 - "God does not make rotten souls."
Day 10 - "I-" fed on human blood, I want to say. I need to say. The very thought of such an act is sinful, and yet I cannot find the strength to push the words out."
Day 11 - "With Admiration. A Darling."
Day 12 - "You are lost, little bird. Forgotten. Erased. There is nothing left for you but the emptiness of insanity. Let go. Give in."
Day 13 - "For as long as I can remember I have been hungry. I know that's a normal thing but...but not for me. Not for the things I hunger for."
Day 14 - "A single river of blood dribbles from his lips and carves a crimson trail down his chin and throat. I watch it for a moment, as he watches me, and before I can stop myself, I lean in to taste it. To taste him."
Day 15 - "They Never think it hurts, even as I am bleeding out at their feet and they are left begging forgiveness from my corpse."
Day 16 - "And like the namesake she chose for me suggests, I feel myself bloom in the radiance of her attention. Feel something inside me that long ago curled up to wither away alone, now spread its wings and begin to breathe again."
UPDATE!!!
Beyond all odds, I have finished the 50k Challenge early! I'm updating this a little late because honestly I just kept forgetting to update this post, BUT I DID IT! Thanks to my amazing best friend @eldritchflowerwriter who was crazy writing beside me, we managed to finish all 50k in only 17 days!
What does that mean for this project? Well, it's not quite finished yet. I'm planning on finishing the rest of my estimated 80k before the end of November. So wish me luck! I'll try and remember to keep this updated!
#writing#writing community#author#authors of tumblr#writers of tumblr#writeblr community#novel writing#amwriting#nano 2023#nanowrimo
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Missed this dress 🖤 Crimson Peak wallpaper dress by La Femme en Noir, bodice from Disturbia, shoes American Duchess, necklace antique, bat lady earrings by Captain Hanna.
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Tagged by @a-hulder Aaaa! Thank you!♥ Nickname: I don't have any, people just use my name. When i was a kid, i had many. Mom called me mermaid and some other things that are awkward to translate. Some classmates called me "the artist" for a short amount of time. Sign: Scorpio
Height: 1,75 m or 5' 9" Last thing i googled: sketchyfinch (Grace Winstead on ig) Song stuck in my head: Rockwell- Somebody's watching me Number of followers: 284 Amount of sleep: I need 8 hours at minimum, but it's hard to get it because of insomnia. It's always changing. Lucky number: I don't have one. Or luck in general. Dream job: I always wanted to be a vet. Or a biologist, zoologist if it didn't work out. Just working with animals. Wearing: Knitted socks (mom made them!), leggings, t-shirt and a bathrobe. Movies/books that summarize me: Oh wow, never thought about it ....ummm... Books: Lydia Koidula's death poetry (she wrote about two main things, her love for her country and death.) Sügispeeglimäng - Ellen Niit (a poetry book) Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë Black Beauty - Anna Sewell Haruki Murakami's novels The amber cat - Hilary McKay Countless fairy tale books we have with stories from all over the world. Really love old creepy ones! Our folk tales and fairy tales.
Movies/tv shows: Hercule Poirot (David Suchet is the absolute best!) Miss Marple Midsomer murders The Thing (1982) Alien franchise (I have a special thing for Ellen Ripley, but the new films are okay too) Sleepy hollow Hannibal Princess Mononoke Howl's moving castle Hellboy Crimson Peak Jane Eyre (2006) Bram Stoker's Dracula Favorite song: This is hard... i listen to a lot of different genres, usually to one song until i'm tired of it. So, i'll list some songs that i was obsessed as a teen and could replay a hundred times now. Vanessa Mae - Destiny, Toccata and Fugue in D Minor, I feel love, The Devil's Trill Sonata, Bach Street Prelude, Embrasses Moi (You Fly Me Up). Anything by My Chemical Romance. Full stop. ABBA - Lay all your love on me, The winner takes it all, Gimme Gimme Gimme, Voulez-Vous, SOS. Röyksopp- What else is there. Their new stuff is fantastic too! I'll give a few ones. Stay Awhile (feat. Susanne Sundfør), Lights Out ft. Pixx, So Ambiguous ft. Jamie Irrepressible, Me & Youphoria, Oh, Lover ft. Susanne Sundfør. Favorite instrument: The organ, violin or Cello. Aesthetic: Alternative. All black and accessorised when i'm going out, but a comfortable style when walking the dog or at home. Loose T-shirts, leggings or loose trousers, knit socks. Favorite author: Haruki Murakami. Jane Austen. Favorite animal noise: The sneeze! The sound when they shake their fur, yawning. Random: I have three cats and a dog. The third cat was unplanned, i found her as a kitten in 2020. Bottle fed her for a week and she's my daughter now 😈. Her tail is bent in a spiral shape and she's a tortoiseshell from hell who rips wallpaper off the walls. Tagging: @likopinina
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Edith Cushing/Sharpe from Crimson Peak ! I was looking for lockscreens and wallpapers of her, and I realized that tumblr was woefully lacking of them.
Bonus:
#edith cushing#edith sharpe#crimson peak#crimson peak lockscreen#crimson peak wallpapers#thomas sharpe#tom hiddleston#mia wasikowska
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movies without context vol. 3
#crimson peak#2015#guillermo del toro#tom hiddleston#mia wasikowska#jessica chastain#art#movie poster#stickers#horror#escapism through film#movies without context explained by objects#without context#movie moodboard#favourite movies#movies 2015#2010s films#cinema#wallpaper#thomas sharpe#edith sharpe#lucille sharpe#movie journal#journaling#cinematography appreciation#movie art#antique#victorian#ghost movies#movies without context
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some thomas sharpe lockscreens for the spooky season
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston lockscreen#tom hiddleston wallpaper#crimson peak#thomas sharpe#crimson peak wallpaper#loki lockscreen#wallpaper#Halloween#i spent more time on these than I care to admit#kaymakes
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I saw this pics and u know… I just can’t 🥺😮💨
leave a like if u save, thanksss
#tom hiddleston#tom hiddleston wallpaper#tom hiddleston lockscreens#Loki#MCU#mcu#marvel#marvel wallpaper#crimson peak#captain james conrad#lockscreen aesthetic#wallpaper#kkkkjjjkklkk edit
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