#mini mood board

[itzkiwi]

[corrompiida]

[vanmarkus]

Inspiration Saturday 📸

This wip is loosely based on this post of mine and based on the initial outline I expect it to total out around 20k, but I have like 3 much longer fics on my list before this, so it probably won't be written any time soon, but it wouldn't leave my mind today, so!

After a serious injury on the job, Eddie takes up light duty as the temporary Instagram Manager of the LAFD and even though he's now physically healed, he's still not ready to return to active duty. The job has its perks though; namely the new guy who joined the 118 shortly after Eddie left.

Tags and a longish snippet under the cut 💛

“Hey Diaz, sure you don’t want in on the action instead of playing around with your camera?” Buck asked, lifting his helmet a little, probably to see Eddie better in the harsh sunlight.

He had ash smudged all over his face, giving him a ragged edge that Eddie thought fit him just a little too well. His turnout coat was open, revealing just how tight his shirt hugged his body underneath.

“And what if I prefer the camera?” Eddie asked playfully. “And I told you to call me Eddie.”

“Not until you tell me what it’s short for.” Buck grinned at him teasingly and Eddie clicked the button on his camera again, to capture the way the sun hit his laugh lines; sue him, the man was gorgeous.

Buck had this weird thing for nicknames and though Eddie found it kind of endearing, he didn’t really understand why Buck didn’t just ask the team what his name was if he wanted to know so badly — maybe it was part of some kind of game that Eddie never learned the rules for.

“You know this year’s calendar is coming up.” Eddie said, lowering his camera back down to his chest.

“Yeah? Are you the one shooting it?” Buck stepped in closer, still holding the jaws of life in his hands while everyone continued packing up behind him.

“Why? Would that make you wanna do it more or less?”

Buck chuckled lightly, before swiping a gloved finger across the tip of his nose, leaving yet another black mark there.

“I don’t know. Am I gonna be the only one taking my clothes off?” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and Eddie only had time to roll his eyes jovially before he was cut off by Hen.

“Stop riling up the poor guy and help us put these away, I’m starving!”

“I’m n-not rili—” Buck stammered, all his earlier bravado suddenly gone.

“Come on Buckaroo, it’s lunch time.” Chimney chimed in as well, walking past them and dropping his medkit into the back of the ambulance.

Buck looked back at Eddie and shrugged sheepishly. “Duty calls.”

“Yeah... I gotta upload these too.” He lifted his camera with a sigh, indicating the pictures he just took.

“Well, I hope you got my good side.” Buck smiled at him with a mischievous glint in his eyes and Eddie just grinned back at him.

As if you have a bad side, he thought to himself.

“Buck, come on!” This time it was Bobby who yelled over, so they both knew that they ran out of time.

“Coming!” Buck called back, still not taking his eyes off of Eddie. “Take care, Diaz.” He added gently before he finally turned around and jogged away, leaving Eddie standing in the middle of the road, watching as the engine and the ambulance pulled away.

“Yeah, you too, Buckley.” He mumbled to no one in particular.

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz and @watchyourbuck thank you mwuah 💛

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[prodbyhyunsung]

Isn't It Lovely? | Mood Board

Read Isn't It Lovely? Here

Y/N: "You made flowers grow in my lungs, and although they are beautiful; I cannot breathe."

HYUNJIN "I love you... it's so easy to say now. Now that it's all too late."

JISUNG "Flowers growing in my lungs. Wish I could tell you what you mean to me. I'll rip them out to give to you, a bouquet of unsaid I Love Yous"

[artemisia-black]

PoA is the book that launched my BrOTP- Crookfoot

Snippet from my fic about them:

I had been sleeping on the floor, wrapped in a blanket I had woven from Acromantula webs, when Crookshanks took it upon himself to become my interior designer.

Bringing me daily gifts of pillows, blankets, candles, quills, an ornate antique inkstand with faux goblin silverwork, books and parchment.

After several weeks, I could transform into a man without scaring him, and he would often spend the night curled up beside me, his face against mine.

He can be an adorable bastard when he wants to be.

[myeverythingeraaa]

this chanel bag 💜👼

[plushietoon]

"I've never been readier!" - Ana

[not-neverland06]

Teaser for the next chapter of The End of the Beginning:

Your eyes are locked, something old and familiar swimming in both of them. You used to be ashamed of this feeling he brought up in you. He was a married man after all and you were just his lying assistant. You were never supposed to be attracted to him. You’re certainly not supposed to be attracted to him when he looks like this. But despite how much he’s changed, he’s still got that Cooper Howard charm.  He doesn’t drag you forward roughly. He guides you further into him, tilting your chin up and leering down at you with that angry grin. His hand glides around the back of your neck- The head drops to the ground with a wet thud as your hands fly to the rope on your neck. He’s grabbed the back of it, tightening it so hard you’re sure you felt your eyes pop out. The smile on his face is gone, instead it’s replaced by an intensely concentrated look. His eyes are boring into your own, taking in every twitch and gasp as he watches you struggle for breath.  You dig at your neck, feeling warm wet blood bubble under your nails the more you rip at the rope. Your fingers go cold and your tongue swells as the pressure in your face increases until you think the skin will burst. The eye contact doesn’t break between you, darkly intimate as he takes in every detail of your slow death by his hand. 

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[lavalamp-juice]

Ms Marvel MoodBoard!

[iceicewifey]

back at it again with my own version of a popular template lol

i really liked this one, but the wording in the original template confused the fuck out of me with a lot of the entries, plus i really didn't wanna include the nsfw stuff... filled in the blanks left from removing that with some other stuff. shout out to Mape for using the pitter patter pop sprites as markers, it was so cute i had to steal it <3

credits to shycustis on twitter for the original template

original template // my version

[can-i-make-you-some-tea]

September

[vampires-bitrs]

Ilyas Mood Board (First Bite)

You were panting as your heart was beating fast and erratically.

The night air was cool and humid as you ran desperately through the woods, sticks, and undergrowth crackling under your feet. The barely visible path faded in and out, from moonlight to complete darkness, as the towering trees above obscured your view of the sky overhead making it hard to keep track of your course. You could hear your heart beating louder and louder in your ears and the faint sound of fast footsteps behind you.

You stopped for a moment, gasping desperately for air as they heard the sound getting closer. Fear bubbled up in your chest. The vampire, who had been chasing, no hunting you for what seemed like an eternity, was gaining ground. Just when you were about to give up, you saw a clearing ahead. you sprinted towards it, hoping to make it to safety before it, the vampire, Ilyas caught up. But it was too late—Ilyas jumped out from the shadows, reaching out for you and tackling you with inhumane strength.

You felt your bones crack under the pressure of his inhuman strength. The sound of the splintering in your bones made him chuckle a deep sadistic predatorial chuckle. He gave a deranged smile fangs glowing in the moonlight as he came closer to your ear then whispered "Run, run so I can catch you."

[corrompiida]

͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 .. 𝖼𝗋𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗆𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗄𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 . 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇

[green-eyes-and-orange-ties]

Should I make an AO3 account?

It's been suggested/asked why not - but I just don't know if my ramblings are really worth putting on there? There's not really any story line and they aren't very long ... Hmmm idk

[lilmeowmeowsagelesath]

will never be more bitter over the fact i have zero artistic ability than when i’m hyperfixating on something such as romance club or if games because my heart is craving to CREATE things for them but i can’t <///3

[nevergeneralize]

Apple Music has offbrand Wrapped this year so I can participate in the culture!

Deeply honored to be certified by Apple Music as a top 100 ice skating otaku I’d like to thank my local rink for never enforcing the official no-headphones policy so that I can listen to Eros on loop when I feel frustrated or stuck