#writing moodboard

[vraisetzen]

the マガレイト (magareito) hairstyle, popular among school girls and young women during the late meiji to early taisho period

[icarusapotheosis]

Aurelius Keita: a moodboard

He's my favouritest ever, he's the worst

Character profile beneath the cut

Full name: HRH Prince Aurelius Julius Lucius Demitrius Romulus Cassius Maximus Ophelius Atticus Tobius Keita

Nicknames: Aurie, Relly (by Yusra when she wants to annoy him)

Pronouns: he/him

Nationality: Fegunu

Main motivation: wants the king and queen to be proud of him

Deepest desire: wants to be loved

Greatest fear: fire

Actual greatest fear: being rejected by those he cares about

Notable traits:

unexpressive (hard to read),

distinct lack of self-awareness,

competitive,

obsessive,

socially incompetent,

people pleasing tendencies,

perfectionist tendencies,

and he is deeply, deeply insecure

[agentlilicarter]

Dark academia aesthetic

The Writer/Poet

Shoutout to every writer. Whether you write original story or fanfic, long or short, with self insert or OC, it doesn't matter. I love you.

Praise the poets. Those who turn the pain into words. Those who get inspired by the simple things of life or big events of history. I love you.

I adore you.

I respect you.

You make my day.

I love you. All of you.

-Lili

Moodboard masterlist

[dionysiaproductions]

In honor of my deal-with-the-devil script's latest revision, Here's my mood board and my favorite line for each main character:

[transcendragon]

Made some fun moodboards for my manuscript “August Out of Time”! The first one was made using Canva, the second one was made only from my own photos and art, and the third was made using photos from Unsplash. Trying to get those urban fantasy mystery vibes.

What do you think? Have a preference for one?

[cmoroneybooks]

The sunshine they find amid their suffering is fleeting. 

[xawkward-ariesx]

Muse

Jane had loved the smell of her university dark room back in her student days. What had started out as a means of filling the time and giving her a plausible excuse to forego social events back in freshman year had developed into a passion. A means of capturing a moment in time and instilling it permanently in film to be revisited at whim. Her flatmate Donna had once accused her of preferring her stills to the people captured within them. It wasn't entirely true.

People were confounding and endlessly confusing. She didn't know how to navigate social situations, always misconstruing or just missing social cues entirely. The stories people told outright were rarely the whole thing. It was akin to being given the cliff notes and being asked to rewrite the chapters from them, you were bound to miss the details and the nuance. It was frustrating in a way that photography wasn't.

People didn't expect her to talk behind a camera much more than to simply direct them and that was something she excelled at. She knew how to get what she wanted from people, always cutting to the core of the matter, no patience for skirting around it.

She rarely entertained regrets. If she hadn't gone after something there was a reason for it. And yet there was one woman who plagued her as of late. Rose Tyler, her current muse. The young woman had modelled for her on numerous occasions now and yet with every opportunity presented to her, Jane still had not plucked up the courage to say more to her than the usual directions she gave all those that stepped in front of her lens.

But there was something different about the blonde. Something that urged her to speak to the ethereal woman. Something that itched to put hands to her skin and maneuver her as if she was clay to mold rather than a subject to instruct. Something that beckoned her closer and had time running away from her. With every urge came the certainty that she should keep her distance. Very few people could tolerate her 'eccentricities' and Rose was a work colleague. She'd never had trouble separating work from the rest of her life before and yet...

She was brought out of her thoughts by a laugh.

"You look so lost in thought that I'd be offended if you didn't keep calling me back for each new idea of yours." Rose teased, tongue between teeth in a smile that demanded to be captured on film. Jane resisted the temptation as always.

"Sorry." She replied sheepishly.

Rose hummed, "Ya know I thought you'd be chattier."

"What makes you say that?" Jane fought to keep the sharp tone out of her voice, fiddling with her camera as a distraction.

"You know my mate Jack. He said you had philosophy together one semester in uni, and it was only a semester because you got into a debate about theology with the lecturer before switching course."

Jane flushed red at the reminder, "That was a long time ago." Though they had remained friends since then despite how obnoxious she found the man at times he was always there to bail her out when she needed.

"Maybe." Rose conceded, but only for a moment. "But my mum cuts your friend Donna's hair and she has plenty to say about her 'spaceman' friend."

Jane rolled her eyes at the familiar nickname. Donna had frequently referred to her as a 'space case' but the real nail in the coffin for that nickname had been the astronomy class she'd taken after dropping philosophy and promptly fallen in love with. Donna's left eye still twitched when she mentioned certain comets.

"Donna's a gossip."

"So's my mum." Rose grinned.

"Tilt your head back."

Rose did as told. She was brilliant like that. She needed very little instruction to understand exactly what Jane was envisioning. It was as though she had insight into her psyche, which was a frankly terrifying thought considering how the other woman occupied it.

Rose waited for the shutter of the camera before groaning.

"Come on. You can't detest me that much if you keep having me back yet you barely ever say a word to me that isn't completely perfunctory." She pouted.

Jane snapped another photo with a glare in retaliation but that only caused the pout to fall away to make room for another smile.

"I bet you ten quid I'm not the worst company in the world."

"You're friends with Jack, that doesn't exactly inspire confidence."

Rose shrugged, "He came to my rescue on a drunk night out gone horribly wrong a few years ago."

That sounded like Jack alright, there was probably flirting involved, she thought bitterly. "What happened?"

"Ex-boyfriend drama." She shrugged looking the most somber Jane had ever seen her. "Apparently restraining orders didn't mean much to him. Go figure." She gave a wry smile then.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's over and I gained a Jack from it."

"I suppose he's not the worst." Jane conceded, fiddling with the light settings.

"I'm telling him you said that, he'll be thrilled."

Jane groaned, "Ugh his ego is bad enough as is."

"Tell me something about yourself instead and I won't." She bargained.

Jane cocked an eyebrow, "Really?"

"Mhmm, the secondhand stories are all well and good but I'd rather learn something from the source."

"Why the interest?"

"Because you're cute." Jane flushed causing Rose to laugh. "And because maybe you're not the only one with a muse."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jane frowned.

"Uh uh, I only offer information in exchange for information."

"We're trading in secrets now?"

"Absolutely."

Jane fiddled with her camera strap as she considered her options. She wasn't sure exactly what to tell the other woman, there wasn't anything that seemed consequential enough for this exchange of secrets.

"I wanted to travel." She started, the answer suddenly coming to her. "I felt suffocated growing up, never quite good enough for the life that had been laid out for me. I tried my hand at half a dozen courses at uni trying to find my place before realising that I just wanted to get away. Photography allowed me that freedom."

Rose smiled softly at the answer, "I'm in art school. I dropped out of college as a teen to live with a guy who I thought was the love of my life but turned out to be an awful mistake. I did some nude modelling alongside other part time work to pay for rent and things, after things ended and realised that I wanted to go back and get my degree. You've shown up on a few of my sketchbook pages."

There was a moment of silence as the two women regarded each other seeing the other in a new light now. The moment was shattered when Jane unwittingly snapped another picture.

"Do you want to see? Seems only fair, you've shown me your work of me, about time I returned the favour."

"Lead the way Rose Tyler." Jane grinned.

[treesandwords]

I haven't talked about it yet but I've divided my main WIP Sons of the Summer King into 3 main segments, so here are the moodboards for each of them that took me way way too long. Made on Canva

Taglist (lmk if you want to be added/removed): @kaatiba

[medowlarken]

Micah (she/her)

Age: ??

Occupation: unknown

Affiliations: unknown homeland

Traits: blunt, loyal, secretive, resistant

...

“You call this saving?”

Ivo's jaw hung open mid-sentence. Pan was stupefied.

The woman took a deep breath in through her nose and exhaled through her mouth. The look she leveled at Ivo was cold as ice. “You call knocking out, kidnapping, and disfiguring me saving? And you want me to thank you for it?”

[uraniumwriting]

A MILLION LITTLE DISASTERS: TEASER

Irene knew Hurricane Pam was more than just another hurricane. School shut down, people spent days packing and distributing sandbags, and just about everyone was ready to leave at a moment’s notice. But the disaster doesn’t end when the hurricane does. With that, Irene has a lot left to learn.

[Image ID: a moodboard made up of nine squares in a 3 by 3 pattern. All of the photos on the left and right columns are mostly grayscale. The left column, from top to bottom, is a photo of flood waters around a thin tree, a gutted inside of a building, and a satellite image of a hurricane. The right column, from top to bottom, is a photo of an empty classroom, a close-up photo of a football field, and a photo of papers rolled up like newspapers. The center column is three squares of colors. From top to bottom, the colors are purple-gray, dark blue-gray, and light blue-gray. In the dark blue-gray square, there are the words “A Million Little Disasters”. End Image ID.]

[vraisetzen]

a couple from the taishō period (date unknown)

the selfie photo has been posted frequently on nostalgia servers, but i recently found the web archive with all the other images. user @/shomotsubugyo is attempting to learn more about the couple on twitter — you can find the thread here.

[academia-lucifer]

Read, read, read. Read everything -- trash, classics, good and bad, and see how they do it. Just like a carpenter who works as an apprentice and studies the master. Read! You'll absorb it. Then write. If it's good, you'll find out. If it's not, throw it out of the window.

— William Faulkner.

[wednesdaysfullofwoe]

[thedeadpoets-blog]

late night studying in october 🍂☕️🎃📚

[nightmare-niko]

Blame It On The Rain [Nicholas Alexander Chavez x reader]

Word count: 855

Warnings: oral (m! receiving), rough sex, shower sex, once again completely self-indulgent

A/N: the obsession is going strong hehehe

Copying or translating my writing is not allowed. If you see my work on another site it is stolen. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged.

Your boyfriend lay on your bed, scrolling away on his phone. Such a simple task, but he looks so damn good. You lean against the door frame, shamelessly watching your unsuspecting lover.

"Hey, Nick?" You call out innocently.

"Yes, baby?" He looks up from his phone.

"I'm gonna shower."

He looks at you, confused, “oookay..?”

"Join me.”

The corners of his mouth curled up into a mischievous smile, "you askin or tellin?"

You roll your eyes, “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes!” you turn on your heels and head towards your bathroom.

”Or what?" He shouts, still in your room.

"Or you're not getting head for a month!" You close the bathroom door behind you.

You hastily drop your pants and turn on the warm shower water. You hear Nicholas fumbling around in your bedroom. and you're not surprised when he practically through the door.

"That was like twenty seconds dude,” You feign disappointment.

Nicholas just shrugs, taking off his shirt in one movement.

"The waters not even warm yet!"

"Don't care!" He pulls you in for a rough kiss, tongues fighting for dominance— not like you'd ever win.

You waste no time untying his sweatpants and pulling them down haphazardly. You go to pull down his underwear but are met with bare skin. You pause and pull away, you giggle as he chases your lips for more, “No underwear? what a slut!" You tease.

"Says the one who lured me in here just to fuck me,” he accuses.

You gasp and wrap your nimble fingers around his half-hard cock. "I didn't call you in here just fuck you!" You defend, running your thumb over his slit— he hisses.

”Why am I here then?” His voice is strained.

You hum, pretending to think deeply about his question. letting go of him you take a step back. He whines at the loss of contact, eyes trained on you as you remove your shirt and underwear.

Now, just as bare as him you step into the water stream. you sigh in delight as the waterfalls around you.

Nicholas steps in behind you, “Baby this water is boiling!”

You chuckle and turn around to change the water temperature for him. With for back facing him he wastes no time landing a loud “thwack” on your bare ass.

“Ow!! Nick what the hell!”

“I'm sorry I couldn't help myself!!”

“I'll remember that,” you warn as you pull him closer to you by his waist. “You're so hot,” you playfully bite his chest.

“So are you~” he runs his fingers into your hair and tugs your face up towards him, capturing you in another breathtaking kiss.

His now fully hard cock pressed in between your torsos. Backing up, he pulls you with him until his back meets the shower wall. You recapture his lips in a searing kiss, your greedy hands roaming and feeling his toned body.

You part briefly for air, the both of you breathing heavily. Nicholas’ eyes are deep with desire as he trails kisses along your jaw down to your neck. A soft moan escapes your lips.

As much as you wanted to lose yourself in the feeling of your boyfriend— you had brought him here for a reason. “Let me take care of you,” you offer— pulling back from his grasp.

He looks at you for a moment— pupils blown out in his eager eyes.

He moans pathetically when you finally sink to your knees. “Use me,” you mutter.

“W-what?”

“I want you,” you wrap your hands around the base of his shaft. “To use me,” you kiss up the sides until you reach the tip.

‘A-Are you sure?? I don't want to hurt you!”

“Nicholas,” you state flatly. “I want you to fuck my face. Now.”

He growls, gripping your hair tightly. This is what you've been waiting for!

“Tongue. out,” he demands, you stick out your tongue obediently.

He slaps his red leaking tip on it with his free hand before he presses you all the way down his shaft. He throws his head back and it thumps against the wall behind him as a moan rips through him.

“fuck—” he curses, as he begins his steady rhythm fucking into your mouth.

You run your manicured nails along his toned thighs, leaving red scratches in their wake.

You can feel his cock twitch deep in your throat.

You look up at him through your eyelashes— you moan at his fucked out state. The vibration sends him over the edge as he pulls out of your mouth. The string of saliva connecting your tongue and his tip is downright pornographic. Hot ropes of white cum fall on your face and tongue as your boyfriend shouts obscenities from above you.

You rise from your position on the bathtub floor. You reach up and pull Nicholas down for one final kiss— He whines as he tastes himself on your lips.

You pull away, dopey grin on both of your faces. “See now— that. Is why I called you here.”

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@Nallasstuff @chmpgneprblem @qoopeeya @lilybellalana @sleepysongbirdsings

[logophilist1982]

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