#poalof fic

[shorts84]

In the Green, my Adepta Sororitas novel, is now complete. If you like the sound of Battle Sisters stranded on a forest world with feral Orks and a mysterious artefact, struggling against time and the influence of the warp to save their Order from chaos and themselves from the Inquisition, then you might enjoy it. If not, just gaze upon this Sister on an Ork warbike which I will at some point finish painting, and ask no further questions. Thank you to everyone who has been reading so far. I love all your comments to pieces! Ave Terra!

[otrtbs]

your last jegulus fic idea could either be full camp dolly goofy twist on historical dramas or it could go full portrait of a lady on fire with it, and knowing this fandom, it would be the second one

no if i ever got around to it,, it would be fulllllllll poalof!!! i fucking love that movie so so much. the best use of vivaldi’s summer ever. some would say.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

1, 8, 10?

thank youuuu 🫶🫶

1. What was your first fic and could you stand to reread it today?

oh good times! my first fic was a weirdly ambitious one hgjdfhgj i jumped directly into ot3 territory for ocean's 8 and i don't regret it! i'd absolutely read it today! in fact i probably should. it's just a little scary but i'm up for it!

8. What’s the oldest (longest since last update) fic you most want to continue (unfinished or no)?

oh wow we're reminiscing today! there are a few unfinished fics i'd love to just magically finish. let me say three hgsdjfhgfj there's an ocean's 8 one that's just missing like 2 or 3 chapters i even had planned. and another one that's a crossover with hill house that i have no idea where i left off but i remember fondly. both from 2019. and a poalof fic from 2020 that's literally only missing the epilogue that i wrote half of 😭

10. Have you ever written for a fandom without reading other fanfic for it?

hmm that's a good question! there's probably been a few that i wrote fic before reading other fic for it, but still ended up reading it. but two come to mind. i don't think i've read the wilds fic, but i wrote one. and you could say i haven't read the sex lives of college girls fic because the ships i wanted have basically zero fics ghsdjhgjdf and that's also the reason i wrote one!

Fanfic author ask meme

[fallenarke]

portrait of embers

New Portrait of a Lady on Fire fic!

portrait of embers 

or the one where Marianne and Heloise meet during the orchestra’s intermission

read here

[nutmeg101]

take me to your river (i wanna go)

five times héloïse and marianne don’t know/can’t admit they’re in love with each other & the one time they do.

alternatively: the plotless, accidentally domestic, childhood best friends modern au that literally nobody asked for.

“Who are you?” Héloïse asks, feeling the sand crunching inside her shoe. The girl is taller than she had imagined, Héloïse having to tilt her head back to look at her.

“Marianne,” the girl says. She barely cracks a smile, just an enigmatic quirk of her lips.

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[im-subtextsexual]

Turn Around (every now and then I get a little bit lonely)

Summary: Set immediately after the end of the movie. What would happen if Marianne decided to say hello to Héloïse at the orchestra?

Words: 3,045

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Marianne spent the entire concert watching her love. At first, it was out of sheer shock at seeing her in the flesh so unexpectedly. But as Héloïse’s face (god, that face) went on an emotional journey to Hades and back, she couldn’t look away. In her eyes, she saw their love. In her tears, she tasted their goodbye. And in her smile, she felt the memories wash over her so strongly, it was all she could do to keep herself seated and not cry out. 

Still, by the time Act I was coming to a close, she’d made up her mind. She was just going to say hello. That was all. Just one old friend saying hello to another. Perfectly innocent. What harm could come of it? 

She left as soon as the last note came to a close, not bothering to stay for the ovations. As she made her way across the theater, she could feel her pulse rise. Her heart hammered away in her chest, and she couldn’t tell if it was from fear or anticipation. Probably a mixture of both. Her hands shook, and she had to fight the urge to touch her head. Breathing through her mouth was unavoidable. 

She reached the stairs to the balcony where Héloïse sat just as the crowd began to trickle out of the auditorium. She stood waiting impatiently, scanning the crowd for familiar blue eyes and blonde hair. The moment she saw Héloïse, eyes still red and watery, dabbing at her cheeks with a handkerchief, she knew she’d made a mistake. 

How could she have been so foolish? Did she really think she’d be able to exchange trivial pleasantries with this woman, then just go on her merry way? The urge to run to Héloïse, wrap her arms around her, and kiss away those tears was so strong she had to physically restrain herself. She gripped the nearby railing to keep rooted, and cursed herself for her folly. 

She’d been silly enough to think that the love had faded. That their meeting would be nothing more than becoming reacquainted with a fond memory. But the second Marianne actually saw her face, she was flooded with love so absolute it consumed her- threatened to burn her alive. She knew in that instant. There could be no hello, because she would never survive another goodbye. 

Here she was yet again, having to make Orpheus’ choice. Be the lover or the poet; cherish the memory or risk the chance of a longer life together. But what choice was there really? One was heartbreak, the other only fantasy. They would never have a life together. And any attempt, however brief, would only tarnish the memories they shared. Marianne needed those memories desperately. They were the light that got her through the darkest days of loneliness, when her heart called out for another and received no response in return.

Better to have loved and lost…

She made her decision. Héloïse hadn’t spotted her yet, so she could still make a clean get away if she moved quickly. She chances one last longing glance over the face that haunts her, then she’s turning and trying to get herself lost in the crowd. She makes it five steps exactly. She counted. 

“Marianne!” 

Her name in that voice stops her in her tracks immediately. If she’d been thinking clearer, she would have run. She would have pretended not to know the call was intended for her. Her mind was quick, but her heart was faster. It kept her body frozen to the spot, but would not let her turn around. She could hear footsteps coming closer, and knew the woman was approaching by the way her body reacted.

“Marianne, is that you?” 

Héloïse was right behind her then. Marianne could feel her breath on the back of her neck. It was rapid and shallow, as if Héloïse was feeling the same flurry of emotion she was. Tears came to her eyes, but she still didn’t answer. 

“Turn around.” 

A command… that command. She was powerless against it. Taking a deep breath she turned, and steeled herself against what was to come. She needn’t have bothered. She was bound to be destroyed.

The second their eyes locked, someone sobbed. They could never be sure which one made the pitiful noise, but they both felt it. Emotions swam through the women in such quick succession, it was hard to name one before another took over. Recognition, relief, longing, fear, attraction, desperation,  and always, always… love. 

“How… how is this possible? How are you here?” 

“I don’t know.” 

That was the truth. She had no idea how their paths crossed again, here of all places. She’d never known fate to be that kind before. 

“Perhaps it’s because of a wish I once made.” 

Héloïse smiled briefly, fondly. 

“Me too.”

Marianne’s heart caught in her throat again. The confirmation that she wasn’t alone in her feelings made her dizzy; made her think impossible things. She needed a dose of reality. 

“Where is your husband?”

Héloïse’s features shifted, darkened, as if she’d been reminded of something unpleasant. 

“Not here. We have an agreement. Once a month I’m allowed a weekend on my own, provided I am accompanied by a chaperone.”

Marianne rose her eyebrows in surprise. 

“A gift.”

“A consolation.” 

Héloïse’s words were heavy with implication, one that Marianne immediately picked up on. She wanted to reach out, to comfort, but this was neither the time nor the place. She watched as the expression on Héloïse’s face switched back to wonder, her eyes roaming Marianne’s face as if she were trying to consume her.  

“You look exactly as I imagined.”

Marianne smirked. 

“You dreamt of me?”

Héloïse returned the gesture. 

“No. I thought of you.” 

The casual admission stole the breath right out of Marianne’s chest. Echoed words from long ago stole over her and brought her to a different time and place. One where those words were followed by such passion, she could feel her cheeks flush at the mere thought. She could tell from the intense look on Héloïse’s face that they were thinking the same thing. 

“We’re in public.” 

Héloïse frowned and nearly took a step back. 

“I would never do anything to cause a scandal.”

“That wasn’t an accusation of you, it was a reminder to me.” 

Héloïse’s features softened once again, and she got a hooded look in her eye. She glanced around quickly to make sure no one was looking, then she leaned in close to Marianne’s ear, dropping her voice to a husky whisper. Marianne closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from moaning at the proximity. 

“And if we were alone… what would you do then?” 

Marianne whimpered despite herself, causing Héloïse to chuckle. She took a step back from Marianne, and smiled. She wondered if her eyes were as blown as the brown ones in front of her. If they were, both their thoughts would be betrayed instantly if anyone cared to really look. They couldn’t stay here.

“I have a room a few blocks away. Come with me. My attendants are my husband’s, but they are loyal to me. Discretion will not be an issue.” 

Marianne’s head swam. This was all too much, happening too fast. Half of her wanted to throw caution to the wind, and give in to Héloïse’s proposition. The other half knew she was playing with fire, bound to get burned. Head and heart wrestled each other, and kept her from answering. Luckily for her, Héloïse didn’t need an answer. 

“Follow.” 

Héloïse took off towards the throng of people still making their way out the theatre onto the streets below. At first, she didn’t even turn back to make sure Marianne was behind her. But she could feel the distance growing between them, and her confidence was shaken. She turned back to where Marianne stood, still frozen in indecision. 

One look. That’s all it took for Marianne. Just a look back from Héloïse that was one part promise, one part plea. She couldn’t have resisted if her life depended on it, and she was sure that it did. Her feet began to move of their own volition, and before she knew it she had followed Héloïse out of the theatre and into a waiting carriage. 

The women sat on opposite sides in silence the whole ride. Words were unnecessary. It was enough just to be in each other’s presence again, and feel the electricity that passed between them. Héloïse kept calling attention to her fingers, trying to elicit a reaction out of Marianne. Marianne gave as good as she got, licking her lips suggestively. 

The trip from the theater to the room couldn’t have taken more than 10 minutes and it was still too long. By the time the two women were alone in Héloïse’s room, the tension was so thick it threatened to suffocate them. Marianne stood in the middle of the room, trying to grab hold of some semblance of control; over her heart, her mind, her body… 

Héloïse would have none of it. She shut and locked the door, then turned to Marianne, already taking off her coat and gloves. 

“Should we pretend propriety and make small talk, or…”

Marianne knew what she should say. She should stop this madness that had already gone too far. Just the implication of what they were about to do had the power to ruin both their lives. There was still so much unspoken between them, so much about each other’s lives they didn’t know. They weren’t the same people. This could never end well. 

“Why waste time?”

Héloïse’s eyes burned. 

“My feelings exactly.” 

They moved as one, crashing into each other in their haste to get to the other’s lips. Hands reached out to cup faces, and pull bodies impossibly closer. Marianne wove her fingers through Héloïse’s hair, undoing a dressing that must have taken hours. She then buried her face into Héloïse’s neck and sucked on the rapid pulse point she found there, eliciting a gasp.

“I can’t believe you’re here. So many times I prayed…”

Marianne moved from licking laps between Héloïse’s collar bone and earlobe, back to her mouth. She kissed her fiercely, as if she needed to be reminded that this was all real as well. 

“I know, my love… I know.” 

She could barely get the words out before Héloïse was back on her. There would never be enough. Not for them. The fight to get closer led to clothes being shed in a fever rush. They shuffled toward the bed, their movements impaired by the fact they couldn’t stop touching or kissing. They fell on the bed together, then scrambled under the sheets still wrapped around one another. 

Marianne rolled them over so she was on top. Héloïse spread her legs automatically to better accommodate their new position, and Marianne settled between her hips. The second their cores touched, both women cried out. Marianne shifted her body until their clits were perfectly connected. Then she set a pounding pace that had both women screaming and coming undone with a few well-placed thrusts. 

But that was only the beginning. For hours they devoured each other. Fingers were thrust so deep, heartbeats were felt on fingertips. Tongues danced lazily over every inch of skin exposed, and into secrets kept hidden from all but lovers. Kisses soothed old wounds, but caused new heartbreaks over how beautiful it all was. 

By the time they were too exhausted to continue, slivers of light peeked through the closed curtains, signs of a rising sun. They lay breathless; a tangled pile of sweaty bodies and tired limbs. Marianne couldn’t remember ever feeling so sated, and she struggled to move. She slowly disentangled herself from Héloïse so that she could turn on her side and watch her. 

Héloïse’s eyes were closed, and her lips parted as she tried to catch her breath. Her chest rose and fell with the effort, making her breast dance in the low light. Marianne extended a finger to toy with a nipple. 

“You feel even better than I remember.” 

Héloïse smiled though heavy-lidded eyes and reached over. Her hand dipped briefly between Marianne’s legs, disappearing into dark curls. Marianne barely had time to react with a purr before Héloïse was pulling back out. She raised her hand to her mouth and licked each finger like they were coated in wine. 

“You taste the same.” 

Marianne chased Héloïse’s fingers with her lips. She kissed her down into the pillows, throwing one leg slightly over one of Héloïse’s own. Once she’d gotten her fill for the moment, Marianne settled down, laying her head on Héloïse’s chest. Héloïse kissed the top of Marianne’s head, and brought a hand up to stroke her hair. They rested in contented silence, each basking in the other’s presence. Marianne’s eyes drifted over to the nightstand, and she smiled softly at a familiar book she saw there. 

“Doing some reading?” 

Héloïse didn’t even need to look to know what Marianne was referring to. The left side of her mouth quirked up. 

“Not really. I haven’t read that book in years, but I keep it with me always. It’s my most precious possession.” 

Marianne closed her eyes at the sharp pang of emotion that hit her at the confession. She bit back her tears and pressed on. 

“I saw.” 

Héloïse’s hands stilled. 

“What do you mean?”

“I was at an art show years ago. There was a painting of you. Rather mediocre I must say, considering the subject they had to work with.” 

Héloïse let out a watery laugh. 

“I’ve certainly seen better.” 

Marianne smiled. 

“Page 28…. that book was in your hand, and page 28 was bookmarked between your fingers.”

“I made sure the artist specifically painted 28. I hoped that somehow, somewhere, you’d see it and know I hadn’t forgotten you.” 

“Clever girl.” 

Marianne leaned back to look into Héloïse’s eyes. In them she saw reflected the same mix of hope and heartbreak she knew shown in her own. Because there was something else in that painting.  

“Your daughter is beautiful.” 

Héloïse looked away. 

“Yes… she is.” 

And just like that the bubble was popped. 

“How long have we got?”

“I have to leave in a few hours to make home by sunset.”

“So that’s it then.” 

“It doesn’t have to be. I told you, once a month -“

Marianne jerked away like she’d been burned, and looked at Héloïse accusingly. 

“Every month? You want to put me through this every month? For how long? How long until you can’t get away? Until one of your coachmen trade loyalties, or your husband finds out in any number of other ways? How long must I wait for you, never knowing which stolen moment will be the last? Think of what you ask of me!” 

Marianne detached herself from Héloïse completely. She moved to sit on the edge of the bed, turning her back on the other woman and her impossible invitation. Héloïse shivered, feeling the loss in more ways than one.. 

“What else can I do? I know the burden I place on you, but the thought of leaving this room and never seeing you again…” 

Marianne could hear Héloïse’s voice catch, and felt tears of her own pouring down her cheeks. How unfair it all was. Why did it have to hurt so badly? Why couldn’t their love be enough?

“I could stand it before. I told myself that you were a dream. A fantasy I concocted to comfort me while I faced my last days of freedom. Our time together was beautiful because I needed it to be, even if my memories were covered in roses. And surely they had to be. Your skin couldn’t be as soft as I imagined. Your kisses couldn’t be as sweet as I remembered. As long as you weren’t real, I could face my reality.”

Marianne could feel a shift behind her. Héloïse crawled over to where Marianne sat, and placed a hand gently on the small of her back. 

“Now that I’ve had you again? It’s like taking in air when I didn’t even know I stopped breathing. I haven’t lived a single second since you left me. I’ll die again every time you go. But I would rather face a thousand deaths, than one life without you in it. Orpheus was a fool.” 

This caught Marianne’s attention enough to have her looking over her shoulder, but not enough to turn around. 

“How so?”

“He never went back again. He already survived one trip to the Underworld, what was another? Even if he didn’t make it, he’d been ready to die for her before. Either way, he would have been reunited with his beloved which was the point in the first place.” 

Marianne smiled despite herself. 

“I never thought of it that way.” 

Héloïse could sense Marianne’s resolve weakening and it encouraged her. She wrapped her arms around Marianne’s waist and pulled her closer. 

“Think of it now. Come back for me; come back always. You may lose me when you turn around, but I promise I will always be standing there waiting. Hoping that this time will be the time we make it all the way to the surface, and a forever together.”   

Marianne sobbed and moved her hands to cover Héloïse’s. It sounded so simple and tempting, even amongst the tragedy of their circumstance. Héloïse placed kisses to Marianne’s back, shoulder and cheek. She leaned her head against Marianne’s, and put lips to the shell of her ear. 

“Marianne, please ... turn around.”

Again, those two words. Coming from Héloïse’s mouth they were sweeter than three (I love you), and more devastating than one (goodbye).  Marianne knew Héloïse was speaking of  more than just the physical act. Turning around would mean no turning back. 

“You’re right about one thing.” 

“What’s that?”

Marianne twisted around in Héloïse’s embrace, a soft smile on her face. 

“Orpheus was a fool.” 

Héloïse laughed even as a single tear rolled down her cheek. She threw her arms around Marianne’s neck, and pulled her in for a searing kiss. A silent promise was shared, and two hearts were made just a little more whole.

[ray-rain]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Portrait de la jeune fille en feu | Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Héloïse & Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire), Héloïse/Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire) Characters: Héloïse (Portrait of a Lady on Fire), Marianne (Portrait of a Lady on Fire), Sophie (Portrait of a Lady on Fire), The Countess (Portrait of a Lady on Fire), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Slow Burn Summary:

A fevered dream or historical inaccuracies?

Lucky would not have been the proper word—miracle, a strange phenomenon created by the unknown—might have been able to spell out or at least closely define a bizarre collision course between strangers in an unusually bright and busy day.

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POALOF fic recs

New to the POALOF fandom and want to read a fic but don't know where to start? Here's my recommendations in a non chronological order with the author's presumed tumblr blog attached if I could find it (and appropriate comments)

1. anna karenina, or, how to court a lady in moscow by levlinwinlaer

(The first portrait fic I read. Filled to the the brim with outstanding chemistry and a engaging plotline. Sort of a very dramitic ballerina au if one was to summarize.)

2.  Phenomenon by @ridiculousmavis

(I usually don't choose favorites, but this one is my favorite. The only WIP on this list too. An darkly humoresque X-Files au where M&H solve weekly cases tying to the fic's overarching plot line, and fighting eachother's struggles while simultaneously falling in love. The characters are all very mature, with a gripping story. Updates are relatively far in between but it is definitely worth it when a new chapter is added.)

3.  Far from the Tree by @shorts84

(Where to begin? one beautiful, very English setting, and two beautiful, very English teachers. The relationships in this fic are plenty yet none of them are underdeveloped. The trials and tribulations H&M face are human and real, none of the characters are beyond redemption, even Jodie, you absolute brat. A definitely enjoyable read to be appropriately exprienced with a hot drink to your side.)

4.  no hard feelings by Appleface

(Never thought I'd like a fake dating au to such an extent but...VERY satisfying. VERY high tension between H & M. 10/10 with a digital kiss to boot)

5.  because, maybe by @intextrovert

(Very fluffy, very warm fic with the most nostalgic, yet also most refreshing use of the roadtrip trope I've ever seen (or read?)

6.   Always and everywhere by FeedMeHardy

(Time travelling au with lots of angst, good usage of pov, and an ending that I always cannot get through without at least a few tears forming in my eyes. Far surpasses the original novel's enjoyment for me)

Do tell me if there's any fic that I should consider adding to this list!

[myst-words]

First time in a while I've been so excited about writing a fic!

[shorts84]

Penultimate chapter of my Adepta Sororitas story, in which we come full circle. Have a rhino transport to celebrate. Thank you for reading along!

[rizadyke]

also do you have any more thoughts on the 'portrait of a lady on fire' Yueki au you mentioned? 👀 because that's an amazing concept

Omg ok SO basically this is still in the Avatar universe because I want about to set it in fucking France but there’s no genocide or war or any of that shit (Also Yue is not the princess/the moon spirit but she is the daughter of a high ranking official!!)

Suki, a warrior and renowned painter working in Ba Sing Se is hired by Yue’s parents to leave the city and come to a small island, in between the NWT and Earth Kingdom, to paint their daughter, Yue, who is to be married to a man in the Fire Nation to strengthen political ties

They took Yue from Agna Qel'a to this island “for the fresh air” because she was a sickly child and they’re worried that stress of everything changing in her life was making her ill, and they want to present a happy and healthy bride when the time comes.

They tell Yue they hired Suki to teach her self defense, and instruct Suki to memorize her face, as she’s decided she won’t sit for any painters they hire, and also she hates them because they’ve all just been gross men flirting with and patronizing her.

Yue and Suki get closer as Suki teaches her basic combat and self defense skills, and Yue tells her how she just wants to serve her people, but she hates the idea of marrying a man she’s never met and moving across the world to a country she’s never been

Suki paints Yue in secret everyday after they’ve finished training, and after around a week she finishes and shows it to Yue, revealing she was brought here to paint her all along

It breaks Yue’s heart that her new friend, that she’s grown so close with, was working for her parents, for her engagement, this entire time, but she knows this is her destiny, she accepts it, and Suki should get to do her job more easily, at the very least.

She absolutely HATES the portrait though, she hates the lack of warmth in her eyes and the cold expression on her face..it’s like there’s no soul there at all

She tells Suki that she’ll sit for a portrait, but they must get rid of this one. Immediately

They rip up the old painting and throw the canvas into the sea. It’s cathartic and even though Suki broke Yue’s trust, this moment feels like a new beginning for both of them

Yue sits everyday for her portrait and Suki starts to feel more and more upset everytime she looks at the betrothal necklace around her throat

They continue with fighting lessons, because Yue enjoys learning and Suki needs some exercise to get out these new emotions she should NOT be feeling toward this beautiful rich girl

She won’t tell her how she feels though. She won’t. She won’t tell her how her hair in the moonlight makes her look like a goddess or the turbulent seas have nothing on the depth of emotion in her eyes. She can’t tell her because Yue is already sacrificing so much and she doesn’t want to make it even harder for this girl she cares so much for.

One night they head to one of the cliffs and stare at the full moon together and Yue tells Suki about Tui and La, how they’re always circling each other, never touching, never-

“And they can never be together?” Suki asks “No” Yue says, quietly, turning away, “They’re a part of something bigger”

They kiss that night, on the cliff, under the moon, with the smell of saltwater in the air

The next day Yue sits as Suki paints and Yue keeps pulling the most ridiculous faces to make Suki laugh and Suki flicks paint at her and they both end up in hysterics

Suki wants to tear up this new painting too, she’d destroy hundreds of her works, if for nothing else than to be able to laugh with Yue for the rest of her life

They kiss and laugh and fall more and more in love and Suki KNOWS that the painting is almost done but she is trying to do it as slow as possible because she doesn’t want to leave this little island. She doesn’t want to leave Yue.

On a whim she paints a full moon behind Yue in the portrait. She tells Yue she’s like Tui. She’s helping her people, but Suki is still so, so sorry that Yue can’t just do want she wants, can’t just be selfish for once in her life

Yue tells her that this is her being selfish. She doesn’t care about her fiancé who she’s never met, she cares about Suki. She knew from the day Suki arrived her destiny was not to have a future with this beautiful fighter, this artist, this woman who understands her more than anyone. But she chose to let herself fall more and more in love everyday, and now she’s paying the price.

She asks Suki to paint a self portrait so that Yue will never forgot what she looks like

Suki paints herself laughing, with waves crashing up against the shore in the background.

Yue’s parents ship comes back to the Island. They praise Suki for the painting and she gathers her belongings and heads to the boat back to the mainland. She doesn’t know if she can handle saying goodbye to Yue. She really doesn’t think she can handle having to memorize her face for the last time.

She feels someone hug her from the back as she walks away from that house, and hears Yue’s soft voice in her ear telling her that even if all they will ever do is circle each other, never together, she’ll remember this time as the happiest of her life.

Suki returns to Ba Sing Se, to her studio, to her life. She paints and paints and can’t look at the night sky for months because it just reminds of her of Yue and their nights on the cliffs. Eventually she works through her feelings and she paints Yue exactly as she remembers her. Ethereal, draped in light, a smile on her lips and her face tilted upward. A beautiful woman with a beautiful selfless soul.

Years later, one of her students asks what the painting is titled. “Portrait of a Lady in Moonlight” Suki says, and looking at that picture, all she can ever think of is Tui and La, and how she wishes they never had to be part of something bigger.

[elizabeth-mitchells]

who are your favorite ships to read about?

oohh there are many!! if i had to choose only one, i think the one i read the most fics of was dani x jamie from bly manor <3

but!! shout out to: yellowjackets ships in general? just all my girls. robin x nancy, obviously, in fact i think they could fight dani and jamie for the first place, fic wise at least

bonus points to some i really enjoyed: the lesbians from the fall of the house of usher. some wednesday x enid fics. and poalof fics from back in the olden days (2020)

Sleepover Weekend

[dazesanddoodles]

me: *has the psat tomorrow*

me: wow what a great time to get back to working on that portrait of a lady on fire hannigram au

[shesarealphony]

Strawberry Lipstick State of Mind by zeldasayre (me!)

[heathtrash]

just sayin b,but portrait of a lady on fire is the best wlw film i’ve ever seen

[nutmeg101]

& i want to walk with you (on a cloudy day)

in fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high so won't you try to come

She can picture it all—what a life with Héloïse might look like, no matter where they are in the world. She would never tell Héloïse that all her heart desires is simplicity.

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