#ethereal jule

[azure-seadragon]

Thinking about perfumes and colognes bc i like nice smelling things, so have some head canons of what my muses wear/would wear, and if they liked to wear them or not!

main muses above the cut, smaller muses beneath to save space <3 -----------------------------------------

~Solana~

Solana likes perfumes, especially fruity or more masculine ones- Though she hardly ever buys, or wears, any of them. They're too pricey in her book, and why would she waste so much gil on nice smelling shit that just gonna wear off when she gets sweaty spending the entire day in the sun? Though to her credit, she doesn't really need perfume. More often then not she seems to have an almost cinnamon-y, spiced rum mixed with sea salt scent to her. It's warm and inviting, and suits her rather well.. though it's not everyone's cup of tea, much like Solana herself.

~Julian~

Julian has about as many perfumes and colognes as he does fancy scented soaps and lotions. that is to say, he has a large collection of varying scents and qualities. As opposed to Solana, you'd be hard pressed to find a time he isn't wearing any- even when he's in his house alone, lounging in bed clothes. That said, he certainly saves his nicer ones for dates (if and when he has any) and important meetings. His preferred scents are light, clean floral scents- nothing too heavy or strong. He finds they suit his overall aesthetic, likes the smell, and likes that its unobtrusive, so as not to be distracting.

~Ferrien~

He buys exactly one type of cologne. Just the one. It started out that way as it was the only one he'd let himself buy- a treat to himself for his hard work- But now he simply prefers it, and it's become his signature scent. Much like Julian, he almost always has it on. It's a more masculine scent- very earthy, woody, spicy and warm. It lingers on his clothes, and any partners or friends who might borrow a shirt or jacket from him can probably smell it quite strongly.

~Ilmari~

She has a couple perfumes, all of very floral and earthy, natural scents- nothing over the top, or that might make her stand out too much or give away her position to any creatures when she's out exploring the Steppe. If anything, it's a bit of an old floral scent- like an older person might wear, or the scent of a funeral home. It's not exactly a comforting smell to most, but she likes it.

~Narin~

Doesn't understand the point of cologne/perfume, doesn't own any, hardly even understands what they are to be honest with you. But much like his cousin, he has a more pleasant natural scent- to some, anyway. He smells of clean sweat and the earth, like grass and dirt. Probably because he spends most of his life outside.

~N'Zael~

Has a few standard colognes, the cheaper kind, and they all smell.. about the same. Deep, heady, strong scents- not like, teenage boy wearing body spray strong- just. noticeable, like cologne a generic dad might wear. When he's not wearing it, he smells like sweat and hot sand though so- honestly, choose which one you'd prefer. Dad cologne or sweaty sand.

~Eriis~

Not a fan of most perfumes, but in fact more of a body spray person. Give her one of those standard fruit-scented sprays that kind of just make you smell generically sweet, and she'll be happy. Cherry is her favorite, or something that smells vaguely like a wine.

~Finch~

Only wears colognes on dates, and they're always clean and musky. Clean sweat and soap and musk, something generic yet that draws attention regardless... it lingers, and honestly its debatable if its actually cologne or if maybe he just smells like that. He'll never tell.

[kolak-magiya-a]

20. bandaging/stitching up an injury (for Jules and Xadai <3)

"...You don't have to look so frustrated. It's practically just a scratch."

It was not, in fact, just a scratch. Judging especially by the fact that he'd come in bleeding rather profusely from the wound in his arm. He refused to say where he got such a wound. Only that he just needed to go to Julian for help. The hasty, sloppy bandaging job that Xadai had attempted did little to help, and he had already begun bleeding through the bandages when he'd showed up.

He'd sat in silence as Julian tended him. Between the Viera's magical prowess and medicinal knowledge, Xadai felt safe in his hands...

Even so, it didn't lessen the sting to his pride much. He was already pretty irate from whatever had happened to cause this, and the way Julian looked at him was enough to have Xadai huffing in frustration of his own.

"I'm not gonna die. You're too stubborn to let me."

[chaosinstigator]

[stonedunicorn161616]

my muse

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Floating • Falling • I Remember • Rockin' Back Inside My Heart • Mysteries Of Love • Into The Night • I Float Alone • The Nightingale • The Swan • The World Spins

Spotify ♪ Youtube

[vonlipvig]

I JUST GOT OUT OF THE ERAS TOUR BEST EXPERIENCE OF MY LIFE AND WE GOT THE VERY FIRST NIGHT AND LABYRINTH AS SURPRISE SONGS

[thresholdbb]

Me to me: don't go on excavation safari for every episode that makes you feral

[bittercideristaken]

Wait is it a coincidence that my recent obsessive increase in consumption of any and all wlw content corresponds to me fumbling probably the baddest most beautiful kind wonderful mesmerizing girl I've ever met and spoken to romantically like am I drowning myself in toxic yuri in order to cope with the fact that I'm probably not gonna get a happy ending like they usually always do or wheeetttttt 🙄

Anyway pointy objects kaemaki is like euphoria if it were good done right

[bitter69uk]

Born on this day: David Lynch’s eerie angel-voiced chanteuse Julee Cruise (1 December 1956 – 9 June 2022). Cruise’s two exquisitely ethereal Angelo Badalementi-produced defining albums Floating into the Night (1989) and The Voice of Love (1993) represent dream pop heaven. She was perhaps never more haunting than when she whispered, “And now it’s dark …” at the beginning of “Into the Night” or imploring “Why don’t you come over to my house … please …” during “Floating.” Instant goose bumps! Pictured: Cruise with hunky neo-rockabilly heartthrob Chris Isaak – who’s also synonymous with David Lynch soundtracks (“Wicked Game” in Wild at Heart (1990)). Doesn’t it feel like a squandered opportunity these two never recorded a duet?

[azure-seadragon]

which rage language are you?

Solana

open the floodgates

your frustration turns into tears quickly. the strength of your fury is so potent that it sets off the waterworks out of pure rage. you hate it, because whoever's pissed you off thinks it's funny, like you're not tough and you can't defend yourself. you can, you just need to get through the haze of emotions first.

-------------------------- Julian, @ethereal-jule

the full read

whoever pisses you off is in for a rant that exposes every single one of their deepest insecurities and issues. your rage gives you the clarity to hunt for weak spots in a person's mind. your brain works fast, firing off insults at a rapid-fire pace that terrifies everyone within a ten mile radius. this is usually followed by buckets of guilt.

-------------------------- Ferrien, @kitty-highball

the regina george

someone hurts you or pisses you off, and you don't do anything. at first. but you hold that feeling of rage in your chest for weeks after the fact, acting nice but silently hating their guts, pretending like all is forgiven until you can ruin their life and hurt them the way they hurt you. it's calculated. but when you've executed your revenge, will you be satisfied?

Tagged by: @primalvessel Tagging: Anyone interested~ <3

[kolak-magiya-a]

@ethereal-jule​

"Tsk. Just a scratch, he says." Julian huffs under his breathe, obviously more then a little frustrated. Everyone who knew him knew how seriously Jules took his work- especially when it involved someone he legitimately cared about on a personal level.

Despite his irritation, his touch is gentle and practiced- hands smoothing over rough skin, slowly healing what he could with his magic without causing extreme discomfort. .. though truthfully, he doubted Xadai would complain much about the discomforts that came along with expediting his healing magic. After all, if a gash in his arm was 'just a scratch' then the cold, stinging, burning sensation of flesh quickly and indelicately knitting back together would probably be 'just a pinch' to him. Stubborn bastard.

One fuzzy ear twitches- lightly smacking into the other mans face totally unintentionally. "You're damned right i am, but that doesn't mean i don't have a reason to be upset with you. let alone worried about your safety." He looks up- his cold eyes full of worry despite trying his best to hide it 'neath his anger, magic making pale blue iris' brighter as his attention shifts back to his hands as they shift over Xadai's injury carefully.

"i wish you'd look after yourself better, Xadai. or at the damned least actually tell me what your doing to get yourself this hurt so often." It felt like he didn't care... like he didn't trust him- and the very idea made Julians pride take a hit as well.

The eye contact was held for but a second, one single heartbeat where Xadai could see the genuine worry held in the Viera’s eyes. He felt his heart drop a little bit, and Xadai had to turn away out of guilt and.. something else.

He instead took to watching Julian work for a moment. Watching his flesh mend together under the other man’s healing magic. He always adored how focused Julian tended to be while working. It.. felt nice sometimes, to have someone worry about him.

...A sigh pushed out of Xadai’s nose after a few moments, and he feigned annoyance as he rolled his eyes.

“..Fine, if you must know. A young coeurl kitten got loose, and I neglected to think that its mother was nearby. Before you ask: Yes, they both were driven off just fine. The little one had some spunk in ‘em, though...”

It wouldn’t do to have a large angry coeurl mother rampaging close to the city. He’d drawn her away with the kitten and let them both go free as intended. Xadai grumped, pouting as he allowed a heartbeat of silence pass before he huffed and turned away.

“Don’t laugh.”

[billybob598]

Well Shit (Lena Oberdorf x Reader)

Hellooo people!!! This was requested by the amazing, lovely, (almost) perfect @wosofanstuff! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY @ares3460!!!!!!!! I LOVE MY GRANDMA. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one. As always any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Have fun!

Word Count: 865 (let's ignore this)

Lena observes as you go through finishing drills, dribbling around the cones seamlessly and completing a give-and-go with Lynn flawlessly. To anyone else, it would have looked like Lena was watching you because of your skills. Instead, she was admiring how beautiful you looked, how your hair fell just right over your shoulders, how your eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly in concentration as you controlled the ball, how your legs flexed when you kicked the ball, how the sun shined onto your face making you look ethereal. Yeah, it was fair to say that Lena was whipped. Luckily, you had been dating for a little over three months now. The German midfielder had no idea how she managed to convince you on a date, but by some miracle of God, she did. No one knew that you were together, both of you agreed that it would be too much stress on the relationship if the team knew. You loved them to bits, but sometimes they could be the nosiest people ever. 

“Obi?” A voice breaks her out of her trance.

“Huh?” Jule just chuckles at the confused look on the young German’s face.

“I know Y/N is an amazing player but we have to go do media,” she tells her friend.

“Oh, yeah, okay,” Lena’s cheeks heat up at being caught staring at you. Thankfully Jule just thought she was watching because you were good.

 Later that night, you’re at your apartment when your phone dings from an incoming text. 

Obi💚

Can I come over?

Of course xx

Be there in 5

Sure enough, a knock drew you away from the kitchen five minutes later. When you open the door you’re met with your girlfriend in an oversized hoodie and two cans of Fanta in hand. Fully opening the door so she can walk inside, you watch as she expertly moves around your home, proving how much time she spends there. 

“What are you making?” She asks, gesturing to the kitchen.

“Spaghetti. Have you eaten yet?” You say heading back to check on the pasta sauce. 

“No.”

“Okay, it should be ready in like five minutes,” you wander back to the living room to see your girlfriend already setting up a movie on Netflix. 

The movie plays in the background as you eat your dinner, with light conversation continuing throughout the night. When the movie ends, Lena picks up the dirty dishes and begins to clean the kitchen. You sit on the island watching her. How one person could be so perfect you have no idea. 

“You’re staring,” Lena says with a smirk. You roll your eyes, a blush creeping up your neck.

“No, I wasn’t,” you say defensively. Her smirk only gets wider as she raises her eyebrows. God, how you wanted to just kiss the smirk right off her face. 

“Sure, schatz.”

“If anyone is staring it’s you,” you say, deciding to turn the tables on her.

“What?” She asks confused.

“I saw you staring at training today, you were practically drooling.” Now it’s Lena’s turn to blush.

“Shut up,” she mutters and throws the towel she was using at you. You laugh, music to her ears. A smile works its way onto her face and she walks around the counter picks you up and gently places you on top of the counter. Considering she’s got a good three inches on you, it’s not that difficult. She steps in between your legs, slowly reaches up and caresses your cheek. Your eyes flicker down to her lips and without hesitation, Lena tilts her head up and presses her lips against yours. One of your hands moves to her hair, running through it. Lena lets out a soft moan. You immediately take advantage and slip your tongue inside. The two tongues fight for dominance while Lena’s hand grips onto your waist. Her other hand finds the small of your back. Your senses are overwhelmed, the feeling of her lips on yours, her hair between your fingers, her hands all over your body, just…her. Then, she removes her mouth from your and starts to plant wet kisses down your neck. They get lower and lower and lower until-

“What the fuck?!” Someone yells, interrupting the makeout session. Both of you jump apart looking very startled. You freeze when you see half of the team standing there watching you with their jaws hanging and eyes comically wide.

“Well shit,” Lena mumbles, pulling away from you a little more. Of course, you had completely forgotten that you had given a spare key to Sveindís. And of course, she chose that night to break in and bring half the team for an impromptu movie night. Everyone was silent for a few more seconds when finally Alex spoke up,

“Are you two like, together?” You glance warily at Obi, she looks at you with a soft smile and slips her hand into yours before answering,

“Yeah, we are.” This opens up the floodgates.

“Oh my God!”

“How long have you been dating?”

“Who asked out who?”

“Who else knows?”

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell us.”

“I knew it!”

It’s safe to say that movie night did not happen.

[best-overplayed-song]

fun facts

songwriter Bernie Taupin said that "Tiny Dancer" wasn't about one woman in particular, but instead the women he saw in L.A.: "We came to California in the fall of 1970, and sunshine radiated from the populace. I was trying to capture the spirit of that time, encapsulated by the women we met–especially at the clothes stores up and down the Strip in L.A. They were free spirits, sexy in hip-huggers and lacy blouses, and very ethereal, the way they moved.They were just so different from what I’d been used to in England. They had this thing about embroidering your clothes. They wanted to sew patches on your jeans. They mothered you and slept with you. It was the perfect Oedipal complex"

Originally titled “Hey Jules,” named after John Lennon’s son Julian, this song was written by Paul McCartney to comfort him during John and Cynthia’s divorce. John Lennon stated that he thought the song was written as a form of blessing from Paul McCartney for his and Yoko’s relationship.

While "Hey Jude" was being recorded, producer George Martin voiced his concern that radio DJs wouldn't play it because it was so long. Lennon responded with: “They will if it’s us.”

[haveyouplayedthisttrpg]

Have you played SPACE 1889 ?

By Frank Chadwick

Everything Jules Verne could have written. Everything H. G. Wells should have written. Everything Arthur Conan Doyle thought of, but never published – because it was too fantastic.

In the year 1870, American inventor Thomas Edison paved the way to the stars!

“He reached Mars with the prototype of an ether flyer and was the first man to set foot on the red sand of a foreign world. He was the first of many to come who would gaze in astonishment at the wonders of Mars and its inhabitants—the canals of the Red Planet, built many millennia ago; cities that were already old when on Earth, the Sumerians stacked clay bricks to build the first settlements; and relics of old technologies the functionality of which has long been forgotten. Numerous other explorers have followed in Edison’s footsteps, not only reaching the Red Planet, but pushing forward to the other planets.”

Space: 1889 brings to life the literary fantasies created by Jules Verne, H. G. Wells, Arthur Conan Doyle, H. R. Haggard, and many others. Space: 1889 is a science fiction roleplaying game in a more civilised time. A time when gentlemen and ladies of good character discover that there are adventures to be found in London’s fogbound alleys just as much as there are on the dusty streets of Syrtis Major on Mars. A time when soldiers might be posted to East Africa or Mars by order of their country; a time when inventors rush to test their latest designs and their latest theories; a time when historians search for the secrets of the ancient Martians; and when wild Venusian Lizard-men and proud Martian steppe warriors must serve their tribes and seek fame and fortune in a time when aliens from Earth have come to their planets.

[talibunny30]

📙 and 🐶 (you’re so good at compliments)

Thank you for the ask you wonderful person @mistandmemories 🫶🏻

📔 - A Court of Ash and Redemption

The Autumn Court in its entirety intrigues me. Firstly, they fuck like fire is in their blood... I need more information about this... For science 😅

Secondly, there is something about Eris that just SCREAMS 'look deeper'. He is an onion and I want so desperately to peel back those delicious layers and see underneath those perfect masks, the Autumn Court fashion, that sliver tongue... I know he is more than a pompous heir. He is more than a power hungry, move making high fae.

🐶 - there are so many creators that I want to tag. Everyone who has written something I have read that has Eris in their story. I am obviously an Azris girlie through and through, but I enjoy Eris in his own right.

Off the top of my head though:

@chunkypossum - Kerosene will forever be one of my favourite things I have ever read. The way you opened my eyes to a different kind of Eris was spectacular. Your writing style is easy to read, there are so many layers to your take on these characters, the nuance you write them with is still astonishing to me and I hope you never stop creating because you are just so very good at it.

@traceyloveschad1 - I Will Gladly Break My Heart For You is my Roman Empire. I reread it almost every month and I think about it near constantly. Eris is delicious and tragic, powerful and vulnerable, the most powerful High Lord and a living god of fire. He embodies realness while still having that ethereal vibe and the way you have written him is my favourite Eris.

@shadowsandlint - Words We Use In The Shadows is one of the best modern AU I have ever read. Your love for poetry shines through this fic and your Eris is so real and raw. He is traumatised and masking. Sexy and sad... Your original poems are a joy to read! If anyone wants to know how I feel about that fic they can read my obsessive comments on each chapter 😅

@iftheshoef1tz - Our Bodies Possessed by Light is a masterpiece. Chess, cheese, dumb bats, beautiful writing, a looooooong fic (my faves), character development, hard hitting truths... It is delightful. Every word of it comes across as painstakingly curated and it really is wonderful. The first Azris fic I read and your Eris is so logical and pragmatic, powerful but wanting to be better. The way you show him having regrets but working through his pain to make a better Autumn and Prythian is beautiful.

This is getting long, but there are just so many talented and gifted writers who have made Eris so much more than just a prissy brat on some pages. @jules-writes-stories @the-darkestminds @mistandmemories Tessabeth (gosh the amount I can talk about her Eris is obscene) @acourtofladydeath @withmychainzon @witch-and-her-witcher @melonsfantasyworld @futurehunt and so so many more have each taken Eris and made him their own while still keeping him so quintessentially Eris.

[gcslingss]

in your arms | julian thompson.

summary: you're tired. you trust julian to help you say goodbye.

pairing: julian thompson x gn!reader

warnings: blood, stabbing, stab wound, graphic yet abstract descriptions of violence, suicidal thoughts, sort-of suicide

word count: 453

notes: shitty days bring the best out of writer me huh - also this is very dark, and super-depressing, please read at your own discretion

Julian’s hands had been on your waist the entire time you kissed his face.

“Relax,” you had said. He only let one hand fall to his side.

You cupped his face in your hands, softly touching his cheek with your thumb, gazing at him with teary eyes.

“You’re so pretty,” you said, smiling. “I love you, Jules.”

He didn’t say anything. He just placed his hand over yours, pressing a kiss on your palm. Then he held it tight.

“I feel sleepy,” you lazily mumbled.

You removed one of your arms from around his neck, and reached for the knife on your side, slipping it into Julian’s free hand.

His eyes flickered to the blade, the neon red light of the room reflecting off it. 

He looked fearful. 

“Please, sweetheart,” you murmured, and he looked at you with his apprehensive blue eyes.

“Don’t make me do this,” His voice was so absolutely low. “Please.”

You smiled, but you couldn’t stop the tear from falling. “I asked first, Jules.”

“Don’t-“

“Julian.”

He ceased to talk. His chest heaved with a shaky breath.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you said flatly, the smile disappearing from your lips. “I’m done.”

You kissed him softly, and said against his mouth, “Just do it.”

He stared at you for so long, then slowly nodded.

You closed your eyes and kept your head on his shoulder, settling yourself better on his lap. The sleeping pills were doing their job, and you were close to becoming fully unconscious.

“Quick,” you whispered.

The knife felt cool against your clothed stomach, but you didn’t flinch, knowing you were safe in Julian’s arms.

The tip of the blade waited above your belly button.

He hesitated. 

He had agreed to this, he thought.

You had trusted him.

An unidentifiable feeling grew tight in his chest when he pushed the knife and watched it sink through your flesh into your stomach, and he could feel your ragged breath against his neck, hot and afraid. his grip on the knife nearly faltered.

Blood gushed through, drenching his shirt and hands in a deep crimson that glowed in the lights. It looked almost ethereal, an image from the wonderous depths of hell. 

You weren’t breathing anymore.

His trembling, bloodsoaked hand pulled away from the handle of the knife, and as he stared at it, his lungs began to feel taut, his fingertips felt like they were on fire. A warm tear rolled down his cheek.

Carefully, he slung an arm over your shoulder, and cradled you in his arms.

He watched your lifeless form for so long, hoping you would move, blink, wake up.

.

.

It had been 2 hours. The tears were still pouring.