#ophelia writes

[i-prefer-the-term-antihero]

This one is for everyone who knew and loved Ladynepthyss

For anyone who does not yet know, it is with deepest sorrow that I inform you all she passed away this past February due to medical complications. (I don’t know more about her death than that, so please don’t ask).

To everyone who was kind to her, everyone who was a friend, everyone who followed her work, who sent her encouraging asks, or commented on her fics, I cannot thank you enough. You brought joy into a life that could often be quite dark and difficult. Thank you so much for being there for her.

I am making this post because I need the help of anyone willing to give it.

I have been trying to find her writings to keep to remember her by. However, this is proving difficult because Ophelia had a tendency to delete old writing.

If any of you happen to have copies of works and chapters that are not currently here on tumblr or Ao3 that you feel comfortable sharing (especially her hetalia stuff), I implore you to send it to me. I would be forever grateful.

Also, if any of you have kept any of her edits, especially her faceclaims, please send me those too.

In general, if any of you remember

her physical descriptions and/or face claims of her characters (and locations) in her stories (especially I almost shiver)

A scene from on her fics (especially I almost shiver) that would make a good cover piece for a book of her works

Know any artists who she followed/liked

Please please let me know

I hope you will all remember her fondly.

Keep her in your heart. For our wonderful Ophelia writes no more.

[floorpillow]

A Brief For The Defense was fucking orphaned I will never know happiness

[wlwaerith-moved]

posted my first fic of the year and of course it’s zenoswol 🫡

[limesquares]

Phantom Visions

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Word List: Blush

beautiful words with "blush" to try to include in your poem/story

Ablush - blushing

Blush rose - a grayish red that is bluer and duller than bois de rose or Pompeian red, yellower and duller than appleblossom, and bluer and deeper than livid brow

Blush wine - any of various pinkish table wines

Blusher - one who blushes

Blusher veil - a short veil that is worn over the face (as by a bride) and that is often attached to a longer veil

Blushful - to become red in the face especially from shame, modesty, or confusion

Outblush - to blush more than or to exceed in rosy colour

Unblushing - not blushing; shameless, unabashed

If any of these words inspire your writing, do tag me or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

More: Word Lists

[omens-for-ophelia]

where the nodding violet grows

- a good omens faery au (1/? chapters posted) - aziraphale/crowley, rated M for eventual smut - key tags: Fae Aziraphale, Human Crowley, Magical Realism, South Downs Cottage, Getting Together, Slice of Life, Fluff, Eventual Smut, Size Difference, Aziraphale Tummy Fan Club

Crowley is convinced that a faery is living in his beautifully tended garden, and in spite of his very best efforts, he has yet to actually see one. He has been leaving a bowl of cream out in the garden each night with no luck - so far only the neighbourhood fox seems to be enjoying it. Undeterred, one summer evening, he decides to try something new. As it turns out, the faery living in his magnolia tree has far more exacting standards than he thought. The next morning, Crowley finds his carefully wrapped bakery box open on the windowsill, and nestled inside, amongst the finest profiteroles in the South Downs, is a round, pink-cheeked faery, delicately licking cream off his tiny fingertips. They discover that neither of them really fit into their own worlds, but together, maybe they can build a garden all their own.

[themurderofcrowscollective]

stretchin' those beans

BEHOLD...

you're welcome ✨

[cupidbedsy]

☼ don't ruin it ; walking on sunshine

➪ summary: ophelia has a rough day but is determined to not let it ruin luke's draft day

➪ warnings: none :)

➪ word count: 1.5k

➪ file type: au (walking on sunshine) fic

➪ cupid's notes: guys i literally love them so much. i hope you guys like this and i'm excited for the next one. feel free to send in your thoughts!

© cupidbedsy ; do not copy, repost, or translate my work and designs on any other website or here

She arrived at the Hughes’ an hour later than she had wanted to, Trevor having left on time compared to when she did. She knocked softly on the door as she waited for someone to answer, looking around at the greenery that surrounded the house. She rocked back and forth on her heels and then the door opened and the familiar face of her brother came into view, “Phi! You’re here. What took you- hey you okay?”

She blinked rapidly, trying to get rid of the tears that were starting to form once again, “Yeah. Um, I just- don’t say anything, okay? I don’t want to ruin his day.”

Trevor frowned, opening his arms for her. She all but dove into them, letting her small sobs escape. They heard footsteps quickly after that and she pulled away, turning around to wipe her tears before looking to see who it was, “Hi honey.”

“Hi Mrs. Hughes, how are you?”

“Anxious, of course. But come in, come in. Can’t believe Trevor was just making you stand out here.” Ellen ushered her inside and Ophelia laughed a little at her words, poking fun at her brother, “Yeah Trevor.”

He rolled his eyes, placing a hand on her back in comfort when he noticed the far-off look in her eyes. While he wanted to know what was wrong and what had made her fall apart in his arms, he respected her wishes of not wanting to ruin Luke’s day. He watched as she conversed with his best friend’s mom before walking away to find Jack again. 

“Do you want a glass of water, sweetheart?” Ellen asked gently, turning to one of the kitchen's counters with cups on it. 

She toyed with the small gift she had in her hands and nodded, “Yes please.”

After a few moments, the older woman handed her the class causing Ophelia to move the box into her other hand, “Thank you.”

“Oh, what’s that?”

Ophelia took a small sip of her water, “Just something I made for, Luke. Um, actually, have you seen him?”

Ellen went to speak but her eyes trained on something behind her and immediately, Ophelia knew who was behind her. She turned around excitedly and stared up at him, “Lukey!”

Luke brought her into a hug which she returned, Ellen leaving the two in the kitchen, “I’m so glad you made it.”

She handed her his gift and moved to hold her cup with two hands, “It’s really nothing but I wanted to do something for you anyway.”

He smiled at her, “Open it now or later?” 

The girl shrugged, “Whatever you want.”

“Luke!” Both of their heads turned to where Jack was standing in the living room, “Come on. It’s almost time.”

“Later it is, I guess.” He took a deep breath, running his hand through his hair nervously. 

Ophelia placed one of her hands on his arm, “It’s going to be fine, Luke. No need to worry. Now, let’s go get you drafted.”

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, leading them both into the living room. Luke sat next to his brother and Ophelia made her way to stand at the back with Trevor, watching everyone else in the room. She had left her glass in the kitchen, not wanting to have to hold it in case she dropped it by accident. So instead she toyed with the sleeves of her cardigan, her hands not knowing what to do with themselves otherwise. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Brett broke up with me.”  She mumbled softly. 

Trevor’s eyes widened as he looked down at his younger sister, “He what?”

“Shh.” She looked around as multiple people eyed them from where they were standing, “Can we talk about this later?”

“No, we cannot talk about this later.” Trevor grabbed her arm and dragged her down the hallway to Jack’s room. 

“Why are we in Jack’s room?”

“Because it was the closest place I could talk to you alone. Now why did he break up with you?”

“He was mad that I haven’t been spending time with him lately.”

“Oh, that’s such bullshit. He knows you’ve been busy.”

“And he thinks that Luke and I shouldn’t be friends because we hang out too much.”

“He said that? What a dick!” Ophelia nodded and sat down on Jack’s bed, hands underneath her. 

“I’m fine. It’s fine.”

Trevor eyed her carefully, sitting next to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “Phi, you’re not fine. I know you more than you think I do.”

She immediately broke down at his words, “I thought he loved me.”

“Phi…” He ran a hand through her hair, lightly toying with the ends of it. He frowned slightly but then heard cheering from the living room and the two broke out in a small run to reach the crowd.

Ophelia smiled slightly as she watched Jack and Quinn hug Luke, followed by his parents. Fourth overall, she couldn’t have been prouder of her best friend. She stood in the back, where she had been previously standing before she left, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers. She made conversation with anyone around her, waiting for Luke to finish his interviews and other things he had to do. 

When he was done he made it his mission to find his best friend. Looking through the rooms, he eventually found her in the kitchen, filling up her cup with more water. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders as he came to stand next to her, “Couldn’t find you anywhere.”

“Well, here I am. Congratulations, Lukey. Not for finding me but for the draft”

“Thanks, Phi. Now about that present…”

She giggled, looking up at him, “You can open it.” Luke jumped up in excitement, dragging her to his room much like Trevor had done earlier. 

He sat down on his bed and pulled her down next to him, wasting no time in unwrapping the present, “You wrapped it nicely.”

She shrugged and watched his reaction carefully, “I hope you like it. It isn’t much, really.”

“You got me a book>” She shook her head, “Open it dumbass.”

And he did. He flipped through the pages, not one uncovered. They all had pictures of the two of them, ones from her softball games, ones from his hockey games, and ones from them just hanging out. Some had little notes on the page, others had just the date of when the photo was taken.

Luke smiled, “It’s amazing, Phi. Thank you.” He gave her a side hug, still flipping through the pages. 

“Of course, Luke. You deserve it.”

A few minutes passed and then he looked at her, “Hey, are you okay? I noticed you were crying earlier.”

She cursed to herself before nodding, “Yeah I’m fine.”

“Phi, come on. Don’t lie to me.”

She sighed, “Brett broke up with me.” His eyes focused on her, “What?”

“Yeah, he um… he didn’t like that I wasn’t spending time with him and- never mind.”

“No, tell me the whole story.”

“He yelled at me for hanging out too much with you.” 

“He didn’t.”

She just nodded and looked at the floor. He frowned and brought her into a hug, tightening his hold on her as much as he could. She allowed herself to break down for the second time that night, but this time it wasn’t because of the breakup. She had promised herself she wouldn’t ruin this night for him and that’s what she did. 

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“I didn’t mean to ruin your night, and now you’re here consoling me when you should be out there talking to your family.”

“Phi, you’re just as important to me as anyone else is. And you didn’t ruin anything.” He pulled her face away from his chest, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.

She gave him a watery smile, grateful for his words, “Okay.”

“Come on.”

She watched him confused as he scooted back against the headboard and opened his arms, “Come here.”

Luke smiled as she curled up into his arms and he wiped the tears on her cheeks. He reached over for the remote and turned the TV on, “What do you want to watch?”

“Are you sure you shouldn’t be out there with your family?”

“I don’t care. My best friend just got broken up with so we’re going to watch stupid romcoms and pig out on food together.”

“Thank you, Luke. I’m so happy you’re my best friend.”

That broke his heart a little bit, knowing that he was always going to be her best friend. He smiled at her, nodding, “And I’m happy you’re mine.”

WALKING ON SUNSHINE MASTERLIST ; AU'S

TAGLIST ; NHL MASTERLIST ; NAVIGATION

[ophieslibrary]

Thinking about Task Force 141 & Reader when they believe someone has betrayed them.

All evidence keeps pointing at different members. The blame keeps getting pushed around and this found family you have been blessed with is starting to fracture.

First, it was Johnny. There was an attack on base near the Captain’s office. A highly lethal explosive was used to infiltrate the building. Investigation found signs of a signature that had only been seen on explosives set by the Scot. He thankfully had been on a 2 week mission with you at the time so his alibi was solid

Then, it was Gaz. A file had been lifted off of the Captain’s computer. The access code used belonged to him. It took a little longer to clear his name than it had for Soap. Thankfully he was able to prove that the code used was a code he had burned years prior. You were able to prove this by looking at the coding embedded in the access code usage from Price’s computer.

The Lieutenant was barely even considered. Someone mentioned that he was absent at the time of the attack and he didn’t need to say a single word to silence those rumors. He leveled one steely glare at the recruit and any talk of him being the traitor happened behind his back. Where was Ghost? He was on a covert operation for Laswell in Ukraine. Definitely above board and not a black operation in any way.

Next, the Captains himself was in the hot seat. He was the only one of the team that would have known Soap’s signature for the bomb and Kyle’s access code, current and previous. He also knew when Ghost would be off base and when you and Soap would be on assignment. Orchestrating the best time to attack.

Finally, the pointing fingers found their way to you. You also would’ve known Soap’s signature. You didn’t know where Ghost was going but you remembered saying goodbye to him before you went to debrief for the mission you and Soap were being sent on. You were also the best at computers and hacking on the team. It took the longest to clear your name, and even while you were put on leave while the investigation was ongoing recruits and other CO’s continued to theorize. Throwing around ideas that it was a team effort and that we were all a cell of terrorists planted in the military.

As accusations continued to rise and your own teammates began to turn on one another you snuck back into Price’s office determined to get to the bottom of this and to save the found family you have grown to love so much.

Turns out the access code used to frame Kyle, could be traced back to a cell tower in Russia. You took your findings to Laswell and the two of you busted down the door of a run down apartment. Inside were three women strung out on lord knows what, and a man passed out with no less than 12 bottles of vodka surrounding him. Viktor Kuzmenko. Number 7 on the CIAs most wanted list. Further investigation and interrogation would later reveal he was behind everything that your team was being blamed for.

You would do anything to protect your family. Even if it means getting your hands a little dirty and doing things in a less than ideal way.

xx

A/N: This was supposed to be much shorter, and I didn’t really proofread this. Sorry if there are typos☠️

Requests are: OPEN

[feral-ballad]

Roaa Abaza, Into Womanhood, Through You

[Text ID: “For Ophelia doesn’t know / how to stay tender / with that much blood / in her mouth.”]

[themurderofcrowscollective]

As the one to clean up our emotional issues, I keep yelling into headspace 'IT'S FINE, YOU'RE OKAY, I KNOW YOU MESSED UP THAT ONE TIME BUT YOU'RE OKAY NOW AND YOU LEARNED, IT'S FINE. PUT THAT DOWN. PUT IT DOWN. DAMMIT, PUT. THAT. TRAUMA. DOWN.' It's not fun sometimes, but I'm good at what I do.

loudly going "YOU'RE GOOD YOU'RE GOOD" to myself to ward off the memory of every embarrassing thing i've ever done

[joifee]

"xB", M.C. Joifee, 2023, Digital Drawing with Medibang Paint Pro, 30.2 x 19.9cm, uploaded on the artists tumblr-blog

This artpiece was drawn during @shepscapades hermit character-design event all through june. The artist M.C. Joifee was inspired by the painting "Ophelia" by the british artist Sir John Everett Millais, drawn 1851-1852.

The imagine depicts xBcrafted lying inside a shallow river in a similar pose to Ophelia in the original painting. Other than Ophelia his eyes are closed, making him appear more peaceful than Ophelia. He is surrounded by floating cherry-blossom, choosen by the artist due to the current 1.20 update of minecraft, which introduced the cherry-grove biome.

The river is surrounded by minecraft-typical fauna. On the shore of xB's right side is an azalea tree is growing from the ground. On the left side sugarcane is growing next to a sandy beach. On the left side of the picture, parts of a stone bridge is visible. Possible a bridge build by xB himself or another unknown to us hermit.

Floating particals let us assume that theres a sporeblossom and a cherry tree nearby.

[bitesizedpoetry]

[austin-friars]

'Ophelia' Wip

[seeker-ophelia]

I saw this and was simply struck.

18+ below the cut

** This is not edited or anything i just saw this image and this little ficket had to escape me. Will post to AO3 later.

Comfort, explicit sexual acts, tentacle porn (?), tentacle love, spirit solas, solavellan, fade sex

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Ellana basked in a warm glow as the vestiges of her dream slipped from the fingers of her subconscious.

She could feel Solas on top of her, and wrapped her right arm around him with a sleepy smile, pressing him into her skin, reveling in his little shocks of electricity that numbed her wherever she brushed his arms.

She smiled deeper, are they arms? Tentacles maybe?

One such tentacle wrapped around her head, cradling it against the wood of the tree she lay against, moving her gently into a more prone position.

She refused to open her eyes as her back arched of its own accord, a delicious stretch rippling along her spine , and her jaw cracked open as she yawned.

Her ears twitched over his contented Humm, sending a tentacle over her bare hip to wind around her thigh.

...Solas...

Her legs fell open as another tentacle tugged gently on her other knee, wrapping itself around her calf, sending tremors up the inside of her thigh.

She felt a warm, wet tongue on her throat, and her mouth fell open, arching into his touch as she reached for him with her magicked left arm, but a heavy weight pressed on her bicep.

She opened her eyes to protest, but another wet mouth, teeth gently tugging, closed over her left breast.

She shuddered, her eyes rolling up and away from his form

Solas...

Shhhh.

Another one of his tentacles banded around her right arm, pressing her into the soft ground while whispering along the inside of her wrist.

... Please... let me...

Another wet tongue joined the first over her other nipple, and a soft gasp left her lips.

A heavier tentacle dragged a warm line of feeling down her ribs, seamingly reveling in the way it made her stomach muscles twitch.

Heat and warmth and light teased her, tracing patterns over her skin, consuming the way her physical form trembled under his touch.

A wet tongue counted the heartbeats in her neck while the others worked her nipples to peaks, his lower tentacles bracing and flexing, absorbing the force of her strong legs twitching involuntarily after his ministrations.

... Please... Solas...

She gasped when a thick tentacle wound around her waist, and it lifted her hips off the ground.

... Solas...

A barely there tendril of power licked it's way up the trembling muscle in her thigh to the cord of ligaments in her groin, the tentacles around her knees spreading her open for him like the dawn lotus. Another tiny tendril played with a bundle of nerves in her hip, leaving her breathless. The tongue at her neck stilled, changed, embracing her throat in a soft warm cage, forcing her neck to lengthen.

...Solas...

His whispered name was lost to the fade when hot warm breath ghosted over her core, and finally that first tiny tendril found the pearl at the top of her sex.

She rolled her hips with the barely there touch, her body begging him.

... more...Solas... please....

That tentative stroke turned to a heavy press, warming her from the inside out.

The moan that fell from her lips was echoed in every band of his power that held her, tensing and rippling around her, flickering for a fraction of a second before she felt his answering groan, and the barely there tendril slipped inside her.

The heavy press against her clit turned soft, wet, echoing the torturous tongues laving at her nipples.

Her hips heaved as the tiny tendril inside her thickened and curled, brushing the rough spot inside of her that made her toes curl.

The tongue over her clit suddently vibrated, arching her back off the ground and violently jerking her arms against the tentacles holding them in place.

...Sol-

His name broke over her lips as he vibrated against her again, her lithe form almost breaking his hold over her.

Each tentacle tightened around her, holding her open to him, at the mercy of his will, his desire, his pleasure, and as he vibrated against her again so did the tendril inside her, each pressing toward the other.

...Let me feel you... Vhenan... please...

His voice inside her head was breathy and warm, and she felt his lips over the point of her ear.

... Solas...

Her body shook again as he drove her to the peak.

It was too much, too much feeling over every inch of her skin, and she felt his satisfaction over her skin through every inch where they touched when her hips bucked up into him, a strangled cry leaving her lips as he pushed her over the edge.

...yes...vhenan... more...

His voice was a breathless growl in her ear as the tendril inside her thickened and lengthened, thrusting in and out of her with a divine pressure, driving her higher, demanding more.

She felt the electric tentacles holding her legs snap, and felt his palm slap her ass, his fingers digging hard enough into her thigh to leave little bruises.

Her knees came up around his hips as his other hand cradled her head, but he left one tendril circled around her clit, and he only thrust into her twice more before she tightened around him again. She threw her head back but his lips were there, catching her moan, devouring her pleasure as his hips continued to drive into her.

...Solas...

...Vhenan...

Her eyes blinked open when he stilled above her, reveling in his open mouthed release as as emptied himself inside her.

His head came to rest on hers with a gentle tap, their shallow breathing mingling and slowly deepening.

She trailed a finger up his spine

That was new.

He trembled.

I am sorry if I hurt you...

He felt the deep chuckle inside of her.

No, Solas.

Her hand came to cup his cheek.

It was perfect.

She kissed him, hoping to make him understand, but she had already opened herself to him, cracked open her soul to let him in, let him see the truth of her feeling for him.

Your other form...

He sent a vision to her, accidentally, of how she had looked to him from above, wrapped up in him, surrounded by his true self, the white lines of his power a stark contrast to her soft skin, and her heat fluttered around him.

He groaned and lifted himself to stare down at her like this, a different view, for sure, but not alltogether bad.

Maybe even... good?

Right.

Every fiber off his being hummed with the acknowledgement.

...You make me...

Mad. Sane. Happy. Complete.

Hopeful.

He opened this feeling to her as she had to him, cracking his soul, trusting her with this as she had trusted him.

...Vhenan....you make me.

She smiled at him and brought his lips down to hers, and as she kissed him he began to move again.

Eepy' Wisdom

[ophelia-soren-characterprofile]

ophelia søren; a moodboard

"hey that was kinda mean y'know,"