#distant shores moodboard

[motherearthlovesus]

theo nott is a dick to you - but this time it’s on a yacht!

pairings: theo nott x reader, draco x pansy, mattheo x everyone, tom riddle x reader

warnings: 18+, asshole theo

moodboard: link

summary: forced to attend blaise's yacht party, you expected boredom - not a soaked dress, lost cigarettes, and theo nott's infuriating smirk.

Pansy had dragged you along to yet another one of Blaise’s yacht parties. You had been resistant when she first suggested attending the party that morning, but she wore you down over the day. She picked out a dress for you and promised to pay for the uber there and back, so you finally relented. The whole ordeal was more trouble than it was worth, especially for a party that Blaise seemingly throws every other week, but as you stepped onto the yacht, the warm salty sunset wrapped around you like a protective cloak and the rhythmic lapping of water against the hull quietened the buzzing in your mind.

You watched as Pansy’s eyes locked with Draco’s. She turned to you, widened her eyes in excitement and gave your hand a firm squeeze before walking away to Draco, who was patting his lap. They became immediately immersed in their usual banter, their voices low and teasing, filled with electric tension that crackled like the distant murmurs of cicadas on shore.

The boat’s deck was illuminated by the sunset and soft lights, together they casted a glow on the partygoers, making their laughter and flirting seem almost magical. Enzo and his effortless charm were the centre of attention as he mixed cocktails. His movements were smooth and confident, each shake of the cocktail shaker accompanied by a breezy smile that made the giggling girls surrounding him, lean in closer. At the other end of the deck, Blaise and Mattheo lounged on long couches. Despite having a girl under each arm but Mattheo, seemed to disregard their presence as his gaze wandered over the crowd, his smirk was twisted in amusement as he eyed the other girls with a calculating glint, clearly only interested in finding his next conquest. On the couch opposite him, Blaise traced idle circles on the leg of a girl sitting next to him, his attention seemingly elsewhere. Perhaps on how hard his mother will kick his ass when she see’s her yacht is missing, once again.

A cool breeze whipped your cheek and quickly reminded you that you were currently standing alone in the middle of a party. You quickly grabbed a champagne glass off a passing server and walked over to the boat’s railing. The coast was just a glitter of golden lights at this distance. You couldn’t help but think how much more you would enjoy this if the air wasn’t sweltering with so much horniness. You turned from the view to pull a cigarette out from your handbag, watching as Mattheo made-out with yet another person, the second one you’d seen since you arrived.

“Poor girl” You shook your head as you struggled to light your cigarette in the wind.

Theo Nott, who you had not noticed but had been watching you since you stepped aboard, strutted over to you.

“Those things will kill you, you know,” he remarked with an air of superiority.

“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, arching an eyebrow. “Didn’t you get suspended in fourth year for smoking behind the Quidditch stands?”

Theo grabbed the cigarette and lighter from your hand, lit the cigarette in one smooth motion, took a couple of puffs, and then handed it back to you. “That’s none of your business, ficcanaso” he said with a smirk.

Theo reclined against the rail with a glass of whiskey in hand, he was observing every glance and every subtle movement you made. His eyes, dark and intense, lingered on you as you turned to smoke your cigarette over the edge of the boat.

“Thinking of taking a dip?” he asked, his tone low and almost seductive.

You turned to face him, catching the glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you” you mock.

Theodore’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he took a step closer.

“Oh, I would” And without a hint of hesitation, Theo stepped closer, his movements fluid and purposeful. He gave you a firm, playful shove, sending you tumbling over the railing and into the water with a splash.

As you surfaced, coughing and sputtering, Theo dived in, effortlessly cutting through the water. When he emerged next to you, his expression was brimming with smug satisfaction. He casually pushed his wet hair back, his movements smooth and deliberate, clearly savoring the moment.

“My cigarettes! You fucking idiot!”

“Don’t be so grumpy principessa, I can buy you as many cartons as you want”

You started pushing waves of water in his direction, violently and repeatedly. Theo avoided your splashes at first, but as you struggled to stay afloat and aim your punches, your movements grew more erratic. In your frustration, your legs absentmindedly wrapped around Theo’s waist, trying to stabilise yourself to hit harder and cleaner. Theo looked down at you, his smirk widening with a blend of amusement and arrogance. You glanced down, suddenly aware of how your legs were wrapped around his waist.

“Careful,” he murmured.

You glared at him, pushing yourself away. As you swam back toward the boat, you mourned the remnants of your cigarettes that were drifting away. As you climbed the ladder, you could feel his eyes on your body, on your wet dress clinging to your waist and hips. You started to feel your dress creep higher up your thighs with each wrung. His voice called out from the water, dripping with a mix of admiration and cocky charm.

“Nice view from down here. Could get used to seeing you like this.”

Only now did you remember the g-string you wore so that no underwear lines ruined the dress.

“Shut up, Theo.” You spat sharply down at him.

His smirk remained, eyes tracking your every move.

After climbing back onto the boat, you stood there, shivering and looking around for anyone who might know a drying charm. As you scanned the deck, Tom caught sight of you and strode over. As he approached you his gaze lowered and he shook his head amusedly.

“You look nice tonight” he taunted.

Without waiting for a reply, he waved his wand with a practiced flick. A warm, tingling sensation spread over your dress and hair as he dried you off. While waiting for Tom to finish, your gaze drifted back to the water’s edge just as a dripping wet and shirtless Theo climbed back onto the boat. His eyes met yours and his smirk grew. You silently vowed that this would be the last of these stupid boat parties.

eeee didn't mean for it to be so long, let me know what u think!

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[arcane-vagabond]

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Ten

Meet Me at the Sea: Chapter Ten

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your best friend, Bob Floyd, had insisted you join him for the summer at his family's home along the Carolina coasts. You had been hesitant at first, but ultimately agreed to his request. Now, here you were in a new town with strange locals who spoke in hushed whispers and cryptic retellings about glistening scales, glowing eyes, and haunting songs that echoed from the sea. You didn't believe them at first, but when you wake up on the beach one morning after having fallen overboard the night before, you can't help but think that maybe you hadn't imagine the strong arms and deep, green eyes of the man that had saved you.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of death, Language, Talk of mating rituals, Talk of potentially life threatening situations, Smut (oral, f receiving), Dirty talk, Confrontations. I think that's it, but please let me know if I've missed anything!

Word Count: 4k

Series Masterlist || Moodboards || Playlist

The rain was more of a mist in the following days, setting the mood that had fallen over the rest of the town. Seagulls cried off in the distance and the waves crashed almost dully against the drab beaches of North Island. It was like the life had been sucked out of the little town in a matter of seconds.

Had anyone liked Mandy? Not particularly, but the idea of someone you’ve known your entire life meeting such a violent and unexpected end was sure to make people feel some type of way. Maybe not overwhelming sadness, but perhaps a mixture of shock and fear. That could have been anyone after all.

You watched waves crash into the shore from your perch on some of the rocks outside the Floyd home. They had departed earlier that morning, dressed in all black and looking worn.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” Susan asked you, her eyes rimmed red from the tears she had been shedding nonstop over the past couple of days. You had given her a tight-lipped smile.

“I’m sure, Susan,” you murmured, nodding slightly. “It wouldn’t make sense for me to go, anyway.”

There was no love lost between you and Mandy. In truth, she despised you, and you couldn’t say that you didn’t feel something similar towards her.

Still, the thought of her lifeless body laying there on the beach had tears springing to your eyes.

You had sobbed into Bob’s chest, shoulders shaking and fingers becoming stiff from clutching him so hard. It wasn’t until a pair of gentle hands rested on your arms that you opened your eyes, revealing concerned, familiar green staring back at you. You flung yourself into Jake’s arms, your tears and sobs starting anew as he held you tightly, stroking a hand over your hair as he murmured assurances into your ear.

You felt ridiculous for it, really. You hadn’t even known Mandy all that well, and there you had been, in hysterics as if you had while everyone else stayed strong for you. So, no. It didn’t feel right to attend her funeral, so you stayed behind, allowing those who knew her the chance to mourn her properly.

The mist clung to you, seeping down into your bones until a chill settled over you and you could no longer keep the shaking at bay. You trudged up the wooden stairs to the back of the house, the grey light casting a gloomy glow throughout the different rooms as you made your way up the stairs to change.

You had promised Nat that you would swing by Mrs. Cambroni’s shop to pick up the masks for the Moonlight Masquerade that weekend.

“I would go,” she had murmured, her face drawn and a distant look in her eyes as she spoke, “but I have to be there.”

“I understand, Nat,” you had assured her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to help in any way that I can.”

So now you found yourself walking down the nearly empty streets toward the boardwalk. Most people were tucked away in their houses or in the various businesses that didn’t require one to be outside in the rain, and in some ways, you envied them.

You had expected this summer to be uneventful at best, spending time with Bob and his childhood friends while swimming and winning prizes on the boardwalk. It was supposed to be a fun, but overall underwhelming time spent with new and old friends before you went on to continue your studies with Bob.

Instead, you found yourself in the middle of a nightmarish fairytale filled with mermaids and murder. It chilled you to think of how many times you had been dragged beneath the waves and the one time you had. But, you wondered if all would be well now, as horrible as it seemed. After all, it was Mandy that had tried to kill you that morning by luring you into the water. Would it really be that big of a stretch to assume that she was behind the other murders as well? You supposed not, considering that seemed to be the line of thinking everyone had adopted. They tried to steer clear of that conversation for the most part, but you had overheard Nat and Bradley talking in hushed tones the day before about delayed claiming. They had stopped when you walked into the room, and before you could question them further, they had directed you out the door with the promise of ice cream.

They should have known by now that you wouldn’t drop it.

The bell above the door chimed to signal your entrance, and you shuddered as a wave of air-conditioned air washed over your still damp form. Why you thought changing would help, you weren’t sure, but it never failed to hope. The static laced pop song from the radio that sat on the counter filtered throughout the shop, feeling almost suffocatingly normal to you now.

You immediately headed for the display table near the front. An array of masks sparkled in the fluorescent lighting of the shop, and one in particular stood out to you. It was an off-white fabric that was embroidered with baby blue and pink flowers, different colored pearls embellishing the fabric. It amazed you how perfectly it matched the dress Nat had picked out for you, as if someone had known you’d need it.

“I was wondering when you’d stop by.”

You whirled around to meet the green eyes of Cole. He smiled as you placed a hand over your heart, willing the muscle to calm down.

“You startled me,” you groused half-heartedly, offering him a smile. He peered around, frowning when he saw you were all alone.

“You by yourself today?” He asked, brows pinching in concern. You shrugged, turning back to the mask and picking it up from the table.

“Everyone else is at the funeral.”

“Right,” he murmured, walking over to stand by you. “My aunt went to pay her respects.”

“You didn’t want to?” You questioned, earning a sigh from the older man.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to,” he hesitated, “but it wasn’t like Mandy was well liked, was she? I certainly wasn’t her biggest fan.”

“You shouldn’t speak ill of the dead,” you replied, voice almost a whisper as the gruesome scene that plagued your thoughts once again flashed in your mind’s eye.

“The dead aren’t here to listen,” he snorted, shoving his hands in his pocket. Your eyes flickered over to him before turning your attention back to the mask in your hand. The two of you stood in silence for a brief moment as you ran your fingers over the mask.

“Has anyone told you yet why we throw on the Moonlight Masquerade every year?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Isn’t it just another excuse for everyone to get dressed up and wasted?” You countered with a snort. Cole grinned, plucking the mask from your hands.

“We celebrate it,” he began, hovering the mask over his face, “to remind us that the sea people walk amongst us undetected. That they could be anyone, and we would never know unless they revealed themselves to us.”

“I suppose it’s great for the local businesses to make some money too,” you chuckled. Cole smirked, handing the mask back to you before turning and heading towards an accessory display a few shelves over.

“You know,” he drawled, casually running his fingers over the different necklaces before grabbing one off the line, “it would be a shame if your look was marred by that mark on your neck. Why don’t you wear this too?”

“The mark?” You balked, your hand flying up to reflexively touch the mark in question. It tingled underneath your fingers, and you couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran up your spine.

“Yeah,” he smirked, walking back towards you. “It actually reminds me of the claiming marks in the legends.”

“Does it?” You hummed. “You know, I’ve been hearing a lot about it, but no one has told me anything about it.”

The two of you stood in silence once again as Cole studied you, his face neutral and not giving anything away.

“What is it you want to know?”

“How does it work?” You asked, feeling excitement coil in your belly at the prospect of finally having your questions answered.

“Well,” Cole drawled, “let me see. You’ve heard the stories about the intention bites?”

You nodded.

“Good,” he continued with a nod, “well, the claiming bite is the next stage, the permanent stage. The sea people don’t give it without being completely sure about who they’re giving it to. People don’t accept it without being completely sure it’s what they want.”

“And why is that?” You breathed, leaning in closer, practically vibrating with anticipation. Cole smirked at you.

“Because it could kill you.”

You jerked back, eyes wide. “What?”

“The process can kill you,” Cole said as if he were talking about the weather.

“How?” You frowned, clutching the mask in your hand a little tighter.

“Well, it’s the whole process of it all, really,” he sighed, letting his eyes drift closed for a moment. “In order for a sea person to claim their chosen mate, they have to drag their partner down, down, down beneath the waves, cutting them off from air until they’re to the point of death. Then, they breathe life back into them, bringing their partner to the surface where the bond is sealed with a physical act followed by the claiming bite.”

You stood in shocked silence, processing what he was telling you. How had the others not told you any of this? Were they just going to let you walk into this blind?

“Are you okay, Skipper?” Cole asked, concern laced in his features as he watched you. You took a shaky breath before offering him a small smile.

“Yes,” you nodded. “Yes, Cole. Thank you. I should get going though. I promised Nat that I’d meet her later.”

“Don’t forget your masks,” he smiled, gesturing towards the table. You let out a laugh that was much too high pitched, wincing internally at how freaked out you sounded.

“Right,” you sighed, picking out a mask that you thought would match Nat’s dress, quickly scurrying after Cole towards the counter.

“I’ll see you around then, Skipper,” he smirked, handing you the paper bag once you had finished paying. You gave him a small wave before turning and all but fleeing the store, the bell chiming ominously after you.

Cole’s words lingered in your mind as you walked along the boardwalk with Jake a few days later, his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you tucked yourself into his side. The sun hovered below the horizon, casting the last little bit of light onto the beach before the darkness of night took hold.

“Are you cold?” Jake asked, leaning down so that his breath brushed against the shell of your ear. A small shiver ran up your spine at the sensation, and you pressed yourself a little closer to him with a shake of your head.

“No,” you hummed, a content smile on your face as the two of you continued to walk. “‘m perfect, actually.”

“Yeah,” he smirked, green eyes sparkling as the two of you neared his home. “You are.”

You let out a rather unladylike snort as you trotted up the stairs and onto his porch. Jake grinned at you, trapping you between himself and the porch railing as he leaned in, arching an eyebrow at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing,” you giggled. “You’re just really fucking corny, sometimes.”

Jake’s mouth dropped open in fake outrage, sending you into a round of giggles as he pressed into you further, his knee slotting in between your thighs as he did so. Your giggles cut off into a small gasp, eyes growing wide as he leaned in close enough that his nose brushed yours.

“You think I’m corny?” He challenged, a devilish smirk finding its way onto his lips. You let out a shaky breath, unable to tear your eyes away from his as you nodded slightly.

“Yeah,” you replied, cursing yourself for losing composure so quickly. You shifted, unwittingly brushing your clothed core against his thigh and letting out a moan at the pressure against your clit.

The change in Jake was instantaneous. His green eyes began to glow as he let out a low growl, hands gripping your hips slightly harder as he deliberately rolled them back down onto him. You cried out, hands flying to find purchase in his shirt.

“That feel good, sweetheart?” He asked, the smirk once again finding a home on his face. “You like when I rub you right there?”

“Jake,” you whispered, eyes hooded with lust as you attempted to move against him. He tsked at you, holding you firmly in place as he gave you an admonishing look.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, leaning in to hover his lips above yours, his breath washing over you in hot waves as you let out a needy whine. “Good girls don’t take without asking.”

His lips pressed against yours then, slightly chapped but firm against your own. His tongue slid along your bottom lip, and you immediately granted him entrance, groaning as his tongue licked into you, stroking against your own. After a moment, Jake pulled back, nipping at your bottom lip before looking at you expectantly. It took you a moment before you realized what it was that he wanted.

You leaned up, capturing his lips with yours for a moment before leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from his lips, down to his jaw, and down the length of his neck.

“Please, Jake,” you whimpered. “Please make me feel good.”

“I don’t know,” he hummed, teasingly. “It doesn’t sound like you really want it.”

You let out a frustrated grunt as you once again attempted to roll your hips down against him, only to have him stop you. You nipped at the base of his neck, soothing over the bite with your tongue. Jake stiffened against you, and before you could ask what was wrong, his hands slid to grasp the underside of your thighs, hauling you up and through the screen door, lips moving eagerly against yours as he did so.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, and you let out a gasp as you felt his length press against your thigh. Jake made a beeline for the stairs, and looking back later, you were impressed with how easily he managed to get the two of you up the stairs without incident. Jake maneuvered the two of you into the room you had slept in just two weeks before, and you realized in that moment that it was his room.

Jake sat you on the bed, pulling away with short pants of breath as he looked at you with hooded eyes.

“I promised I’d take it slow,” he murmured, gaze searching yours, letting you make the next move. You reached for him, pulling him towards you by his shirt.

“I don’t care,” you said firmly, shaking your head as you pulled back to look at him once more. “I don’t care. Need you.”

Jake’s lips connected with yours once more as he laid you down on the sheets, running a hand up your side and underneath your shirt to lay just below your breast. His lips left yours, mimicking your actions from earlier and trailing his lips down from your jaw to your neck where his mark lay. He ran his tongue gently over the mark, earning a keening cry from you as you arched into him.

Jake quickly pulled your shirt up above your head and making quick work of your braw before latching on to your right nipple. His other hand came up to tweak the other, sending rivers of pleasure straight to your core as you writhed and moaned beneath him.

“Jake!” You cried out as he scraped his teeth over the pebbled nub before switching his attention to the other. Your hands flew to his hair, fingers curling in the soft, blond strands as his hand moved down to unbutton your shorts, helping you slide them down your legs and onto the floor.

He peeled himself away from your breasts, trailing his tongue down the expanse of your stomach as he settled in between your thighs, eyes trained on your clothed core where you could feel the wet spot on your panties. Feeling heat pool in your cheeks at his hungry gaze, you attempted to close your legs, but Jake caught each knee in one hand, prying them back apart and leveling you with a glare.

“Don’t hide from me,” he growled, leaning forward to run his nose along your covered slit, inhaling deeply. He let out a strangled groan as you let out another gasp at the action, chest heaving with anticipation. His nose pressed into you, nudging your clit and sending you arching into his touch. You were sure it hurt with how tightly your fingers held onto his hair, but Jake was too lost in the bliss of you, mouthing at your center and reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side.

“This all for me?” He asked huskily, glancing up at you with hooded eyes. You swallowed thickly, only able to manage a nod. You let out a yelp as Jake frowned, turning towards your right thigh and biting down just hard enough to leave an imprint.

“I asked you a question, sweet girl,” he warned, soothing over the bite with his tongue as he gave you another glare from the corner of his eye.

“Yes!” you cried out. “Yes, it’s all for you.”

“I made you this wet, huh? Did I make my pretty girl feel good?” He prompted, peeling your panties down your legs.”

“Yes,” you sobbed, arching into him, desperate for some type of relief, but Jake was firm, holding you down as he toyed with you.

He hummed, darting his tongue out to give an experimental lick at your dripping slit. You let out a strangled cry, pressing your face into the sheets as he repeated the action.

Jake let out a low growl as he dove in, tongue fucking you as his nose repeatedly bumped against your clit, his strong hands keeping you open and on display for him. Your breaths came out in pinched cries as he drove you closer to your high, the coil inside your belly pulling tight. You nearly sobbed as he added a finger, plunging it into your depths, seeking out that spot inside of you.

“So tight,” he whispered, almost reverently as he focused his attention on your clit, adding a second finger and hooking them until you let out a wail. You felt him smirk against you, and if he wasn’t making you see stars, you’d have smacked.

“Did I find that sweet spot, pretty girl?” He chuckled, honing in on that spongy spot deep inside of you. Your release was quickly approaching, and your hips rocked up to meet his thrusts your hands moving to find purchase on his shoulders, nails digging into the skin.

Jake let out a low groan as your walls fluttered around his fingers, the sting of your fingernails driving him mad as he chased your release almost more eagerly than you did.

“Need you to come for me, angel,” he murmured, sucking your clit back between his lips and adding a third finger. The stretch of his fingers had you keening, and he sped his thrusts up. “Look so pretty like this, all strung out for me. Can’t wait to have you wrapped around my cock, this pretty little pussy milking me dry. I’m never going to get enough of you, I swear it. I’m gonna keep you nice and full, and you’ll feel me for days. Now come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers.”

And with a brush of his teeth against your clit, you were sent careening over the edge with a high-pitched cry, your eyes scrunching closed as the coil in your belly finally snapped. Jake lapped up your release eagerly, tongue licking up everything you had to offer. You trembled in his grip, thighs shaking from excursion and aftershocks as the blond licked you clean. You let out a shaking breath as he pulled his fingers from you, licking your juices off with a hum.

“So sweet,” he murmured, eyeing you up and down with a small smirk. You fought to catch your breath, reaching out clumsily for him. He leaned into your touch, allowing you to pull him into a lazy, lust-filled kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, moaning at the flavor and reaching a hand down in between the two of you to grip his length. Jake let out a moan before pulling back abruptly, pupils blown as he looked at you.

“No,” he said, shaking his head, and you frowned up at him.

“What?”

“No, I-” he paused. “I don’t want our first time to be like this. I want to do it right.”

You watched him for a moment, your mind still reeling from the orgasm he had just pulled from you. Slowly, you nodded, pulling him down into another kiss, your fingers lacing through his hair to massage his scalp.

“Okay,” you nodded against his lips.

Jake smiled down at you, repositioning the two of you so that your heads were up by the headboard, facing each other as he traced his fingers absentmindedly over your skin. The two of you stayed like that for a while, just basking in each other's presence. You allowed your mind to wander, and it inevitably drifted to what Cole had told you the other day.

“It could kill you.”

“Jake?” You whispered, peering up at him from where you were nuzzled into his neck. He hummed, one eye slinking open to look at you.

“Is it true that the mating bite could kill me?” You asked, and Jake’s eyes shot open. He sat straight up, leaving you scrambling to follow.

“Where did you hear that?” He demanded, brow furrowed as he watched you wearily. You frowned up at him, your own brow pinching together as you regarded him.

“So, it’s true,” you muttered. Jake shook his head, running a hand through his hair as he let out a heavy sigh.

“It’s true that the mating bite comes with its risks,” he conceded, chewing on his bottom lip. You waited patiently for him to continue, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. “It’s rare for it to kill someone though.”

“But it does happen?” You prodded, lips pursed. Jake glanced at you before looking down at his lap.

“Very, very rarely,” he admitted. “The process becomes more dangerous the longer someone goes without taking a mate.”

“Like you?”

Jake looked at you fully, a look of hurt mixed with desperation painted on his pretty features. He reached for you, and you allowed him to cup your face in his hands, his thumb running gently over the apple of your cheek.

“I would never do anything to hurt you,” he murmured, eyes pleading as they darted over your face. “Don’t for a second believe that I wouldn’t kill for you, Skipper. You are everything to me.”

You studied him silently, eyes tracing over the hard lines of him. Jake had never given you a reason to not trust him. Quite the opposite, in fact. The desperation in his voice had a part of you regretting even bringing up the topic in the first place. You smiled up at him softly, running your fingers over his jawline, his day old stubble rubbing against the pads. You leaned up to place a gentle kiss to the corner of his mouth, laughing lightly as he tried to chase your lips with his.

“I trust you,” you whispered.

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[androgymagnus]

tagged by @peachygos to make a moodboard by searching my name+core on pinterest :)

i actually found. WAY more than i thought under "gertcore" lmao

i've never made a moodboard before so i hope this isn't shit. had a lot of fun though!

gertcore.

[ID: A grid of sixteen images with no borders separating each image. The first row contains the following: The first image is someone holding a clear crystal with thin mushrooms growing in it. The second is the shadow of a figure holding an axe from the chest to the ankles, on concrete. The third is a stained, partially torn tile wall with the word "gay" graffiti'd on with black spray paint. The fourth is the feet of a person in black converse and white socks, and a small, white kitten with black spots on her head curled up between the shoes.

The second row contains the following: The fifth image is a pile of pale animal bones on a dark green leafy background, with pale, dimly lit hands spread at the bottom of the frame. The sixth image is a stylized drawing of a skeleton from the side, crouched with red flowers coming out of his back. The seventh image is a person in a dark green shirt from the neck down standing in a field, holding white flowers. The eighth image shows a pale, skinny person with long dark hair at a piano, with a fake skeleton propped up as if leaning against the piano casually.

The third row contains the following: The ninth image is a dimly lit view of the legs of someone in jeans, walking among greenery and small white flowers. The tenth image is bright green leaves with someone's foot planted in the middle, in a red converse shoe. The eleventh image is a dark green forest with a dimly lit animal skeleton of some kind sitting up. The twelfth image is of a white person's hand in a sleeve that hides the heel of their hand, holding a dried out plant with small flowers.

The fourth row contains the following: The thirteen image is a tree-like amoeba of some sorts sprouting from a rock with white circular offshoots; the background is dark blue and underwater and the amoeba is lit by something off camera. The fourteenth image is four lines of identical, slightly blurred text, as if the camera is in motion and the text is on a screen, that reads "Where is my mind?" repeated four times. The fifteenth image is a dark, blue-tinted scene of a bridge over a lake, and a dark blurred figure flying in the sky by it. The sixteenth image is a distant shore from the side, with a swath of bent trees with orange leaves to the left, bending over the water to the right, which reflects the orange leaves. /end ID]

tagging: @mvshortcut @oflightningandstars @amysterywrappedinanenigma @sqenthusiast @ragecndybars @mysteriouseggsbenedict @sophieswundergarten @mollyhats @casismybestfriend @eryaforsthye @altschmerzes @trentcrimmtheeindependent @asingerofdreams @leeofthestone @be-gay-do-crimm @poisonousquinzel @tredcrimso @samstarium @thistableforone

i just wanted to tag a bunch of people bc i think this is fun, but i don't know which of you would like this sort of thing for sure, so if you don't want to do it, no pressure at all! but if you see this and i'm not on the list, go ahead and do it! tag me! i'd like to see it!

[starscatteredsky]

Can I get tips and mood pictures for an angel with strong storm associations?

storm angel tips and moodboard!

pt: storm angel tips and moodboard!

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tips:

wear a blanket around the shoulders to feel like wings!

experiment with stormy, unique makeup looks!

do dark, stormy makeup looks and use bright glitters like lightning!

coloured eye contacts!!

try out glow in the dark clothes/makeup/nail polish/etc, it looks so ethereal and storm-like!

get a plasma lamp!

wear lots of silvers, blacks, blues, purples, whites, greys, golds, and other colours associated with storms and angels!

learn about angel numbers!

wear and collect angelic or storm imagery, symbolism, etc

collect jewelry/trinkets made of things like moonstone, labradorite, and lightning ridge opal! they all look stormy and ethereal, and overall fit your kin-vibe very well :D

storm watch! (safely!)

get atmospheric lightning and humidifiers in your room to feel more stormy, and listen to calming storm sounds!

follow your morals like a code of “rules”

coloured contacts and angelic themed make

enjoy!! -mono

[image desc:

image one (top left): a black background with some kind of glowing blue algae washing up on a black shore.

image two (middle left): blueish grey clouds, with a treelike, branching path of light long striking down against a distant watery horizon, which reflects the scene.

image three (top right): a closeup of a partly open, relaxed hand with blue lightning crackling along it.

image four (middle left): a closeup of a shimmery, swirling blue eye.

image five (middle middle): an angel with arms and wings outspread, with bright white feathery wings, rising through a storm.

image six (middle right): an angelic figure with grey feathered wings, crouched in stormy surf spray, everything below their torso obscured by the grey water. a storm churns above them.

image seven (bottom left/middle): a deep, dark, pure blue sky with starkly bright lightning striking down it.

image eight (bottom right/middle): a similarly blue sky, but even blacker, with some lightning near the bottom of the image and less in focus.

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[aestheteasteria]

The Siren Queen

@distantshoresaw

[arfeiniel]

o l i v e r • distant shores

"I regret lying to you, but I would regret it more if I were to delay my confession another moment. I'm a lieutenant in the Royal Navy... and I'm here for the Poseidon's Revenge.

[shoulderknives]

❝ and i don’t care where you’re from. i only care that you’re here. ❞

distant shores / charlie smith

[questionablespecies]

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴅᴡᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ɢᴜɪᴅɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸."

"𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦."

[choicesaprilchallenge2021]

CAC DAY 3 MASTERLIST

Prompts | Masterlist | Other Fandom Events | Host

1. Stealing Moments: @sfb123

Book: The Royal Romance/Heir

Pairing: King Liam & f!MC

Type: Drabble, fluff

2. Love is the most reliable compass : @princess-geek

Book: Distant Shores

Characters: Vincent Foredale, Beatrice Foredale

Type: Drabble

3. Colour of the beauty : @monsoonblooms12

Book: Open Heart

Characters: Open Heart f!MC and f!OCs, Sienna Trinh, The Royal Romance f!MC

Type: Moodboard

4. Day Dream : @estellaelysian

Book: Open Heart

Characters: Ethan Ramsey & f!MC

Type: Drabble

5. Spread Joy Day 225 : @storyofmychoices

Book: The Royal Romance

Characters: Drake Walker

Type: Character Edit

6. Flight : @starrystarrytrouble

Book: Open Heart

Characters: Ethan Ramsey & f!MC

Type: Fanfiction, Rated T

[meyouandchoices]

Distant Shores

Been awhile since I’ve made a moodboard or aesthetics..haven’t known what to create but I’m enjoying Distant Shores so far, I'm such a sucker for any mysterious, adventure romance. As I've said I love the show outlander and so it’s no surprise that I’m enjoying it, I know its early but I hope that there is a book two or even three because surely there's no chance of fitting the whole story into one book. Looking forward to the next chapter! 

[angstmongertina]

“You bring out the best in me, Helen. I need for you to know that.” --Oliver Cochrane, Distant Shores Chapter 14

A moodboard featuring my MC, Helen Ford, and Oliver from PlayChoices’ Distant Shores.

For those curious, that is Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Dido from Belle and Rupert Friend as Wickham from Pride and Prejudice (2005). I still have not finished this book but that’s okay.

[sciralta]

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔏𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔡𝔬𝔴 𝔞𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔱𝔦𝔠:

Uᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ Sʜɪᴍᴍᴇʀɪɴɢ Isʟᴇs

I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX | X

[aestheteasteria]

"I...I saw something else....I was back in my own time.....I was standing in a museum.....reading about you....about your life.... You had everything....fame... fortune.....but.....you.....were.... alone......"

@distantshoresaw

[arfeiniel]

"I'm a pirate. A pirate always survives."

-Captain Edward Mortemer

[death-and-desires]

Choices MC Appreciation Week

Day Seven : Admirable Adventures

( Distant Shores MC )

Love Interest : N/A

Hosted by @choicesmcappreciation

[justrandommoodboards]

Steven Universe- Distant Shore