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The Masterlist

Here’s the masterlist of all my moodboards /aesthetic serires!!! Enjoy! ^♡^

Colors Series

Once Upon a Time Series

BTS Series

Fantasy Series

Tag Yourself Series

Book Genres Series

Playlists

Academia

Marauders' Era

The Magnus Archives Series

The Literature Series

I'm on Pinterest too!

I also created all my playlist on my Spotify account if you wanna listen to them! Enjoy!!! 💛

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The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt Regions

Videogame series

It matters not where you reside. Don’t push your luck, and don’t wander into the wilds at night. You may not always be lucky enough to cross paths with a Witcher whenever you need one.

White Orchard

"This well-to-do village is famous for its fruit orchards, whose boughs burst out in white blossoms come spring."

Velen

"No gods nor masters watch over Velen. The land is no man's. He who wants to survive must seek his own protectors."

Skellige

"The Skellige Archipelago is home to fierce warrior-sailors whom Continentals regards as pirates - and not without reason, for the Isles are barren and their inhabitants' livelihood comes mainly from plundering the seas."

Touissant

"A vassal duchy of Nilfgaard, widely considered a beautiful, fable-like land where everyone is eternally tipsy."

Novigrad

"Once part of Redania, Novigrad now has the status of a free city. It is the world's largest city and, without a doubt, the richest as well. Cradle of the cult of the Eternal Fire, it is now home to the church of the same name. It is ruled officially by the head of the church, referred to as the hierarch, though its underworld crime bosses also have a great deal of say in matters."

Kaer Morhen

"From there they could see the ruins of Kaer Morhen huddled against the stone precipices - the partially demolished trapezium of the defensive wall, the remains of the barbican and gate, the thick, blunt column of the donjon. "

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Had this post ready and gathering dust in my drafts for a while, so I decided to finally publish it. The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt is probably one of my favourite games ever (yes I am that much of a nerd, I'm afraid), so I thought about making moodboards with the six main playable regions in the game.

Pick one, have fun, and try not to piss off any local pagan goddesses if you can. If you have played the game or are in the fandom, just know that after many thorough, scientifically valid personality tests, it turns out that I'm (to no one's surprise) Dandelion.

Without further ado, having now sufficiently wearied you with this idle chatter, I bid you farewell and trust that you enjoyed this performance.

Yours most sincerely,

your local bard

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The Brothers Karamazov

By Fyodor Dostoevskij

The Literature Series

Dmitri Fyodorovich Karamazov

Mitya

God and devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

"Because I'm a Karamazov. Because when I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I'm even pleased that I'm falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, Book III, ch. 3

Ivan Fyodorovich Karamazov

Vanya

All is lawful.

"People talk sometimes of a bestial cruelty, but that's a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel. [...] I think if the devil doesn't exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, Book V, ch. 4

Alexei Fyodorovich Karamazov

Alyosha

Let us be, first and above all, kind.

"[...] he was simply an early lover of mankind, and if he threw himself into the monastery path, it was only because it alone struck him at the time and presented him, so to speak, with an ideal way out for his soul struggling from the darkness of worldly wickedness towards the light of love."

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, Book I, ch. 4

Pavel Fyodorovich Smerdyakov

All is permitted.

“I visited Smerdyakov [….] His health was weak […] but his character, his heart—oh, no, he was not at all such a weak man as the prosecution has made him out to be. I especially did not find any timidity in him [….] As for guilelessness, there was nothing of the sort […] I found a terrible mistrustfulness in him, behind a mask of naivety, and a mind capable of contemplating quite a lot.”

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, Book XII, ch. 12

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Here I am, once again. I crawled out from the dark depths of my mind to finally come back here.

Sorry for the long intervals of inactivity, but sometimes my emotional and psychological state doesn't allow me to do much. I hope you all are okay, I hope to bring you some comfort and post some more, for we are living through dark, dark times.

Take this as a more or less skilful attempt to convince you to read The Brothers Karamazov, if you haven't already. For those of you who did read it, I hope you enjoy this post. The most difficult part was probably choosing the right quotes. There were so many beautiful ones.

Feel free to leave a comment. Who's your favourite character from the book and /or what's your fav quote? Let me know, I'm super curious!! Also, if you want to repost the pictures or this post on Pinterest, please tag me, I love it when people enjoy my work.

'Till next time,

[riding-with-the-wild-hunt]

a whole bunch of gazan mutual aid projects and nonprofits. if the decision of which individual fundraiser to give to feels too daunting, or if you just want to help as many people as possible in one go, these are great initiatives to support.

care for gaza - focuses on providing food and essential supplies. donate here or here.

connecting humanity - securing internet access via donations of virtual sim cards (esims). if you can't afford a whole plan yourself, crips for esims is a communal pool that will use your donation to purchase and maintain esims

gaza soup kitchen - provides food, medical care, and classes for children. also has a gofundme

glia gaza medical support initiative - provides medical care through field clinics and tents at hospitals. donations can also be sent through their website.

ele elna elak - provides clean water, food, clothing, and shelter. they also have a gofundme

life for gaza - raising money for the gaza municipality to repair water and waste management infrastructure

taawon - partners with local civil organizations to provide food, water, medical care, shelter, and basic supplies

the sameer project - running various initiatives providing tents, medical care, and necessities. they have their own encampment project focused on sheltering families with children, sick and disabled members, or members in need of perinatal care

islamic relief worldwide's gaza emergency appeal - provides food, water, hygiene kits, medical supplies, and psychological support

baitulmaal - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, shelter, and medical supplies

gaza mutual aid fund - distributes food, hygiene products, water, and other essential supplies, including financial support. run by @/el-shab-hussein's amazing friend Mona. updates can be found on her instagram.

hygiene kits for gaza - provides hygiene supplies including menstrual products, wipes, and toothbrushes/toothpaste

anera - provides a variety of necessities, including food, water, hygiene supplies, medicine, blankets and mattresses, and psychological care

palestine children's relief fund - provides supplies and support with a focus on children. also has an initiative for lebanon

dahnoun mutual aid - provides water, food, tents, baby supplies, financial support, and other necessities. updates can be found through their instagram

certainly this is not an exhaustive list, so please feel free to add on other projects or organizations that i didn't include. and as always, please take the time to donate if you can and share. it truly makes all the difference.

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“May I please draw your OC?”

Reblog this message if you encourage anyone that wants to draw your OC to do so.  No need to ask for permission in advance.

Go for it.  Draw my OC.  If you want, I’ll even give you reference posts.  Go to town on it.

You are welcome to draw my OC and surprise me with the result.  Seriously.  In fact, I encourage it.  I will proudly display whatever it is you submit to me regarding my OC.  There is a chance that I will squeal about it for several days.

Even if you feel you aren’t good at whatever artistic adventure it is you do, please feel free to submit it to me.  I want to see what you have done.

[aranea-serket]

If you notice me reblogging

a repost

stolen art

false information

etc.

please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you

[snepwig]

Also, if you notice me reblogging things from

anti-sj blogs

TERFs or SWERFs

anti-feminist/MRAs

other shitty people

please give me a heads up. I’ll never get angry at you for letting me know and I’ll actually be really glad that you kept me from giving some awful person more visibility.

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Choose one of the authors I would die for

The major deities of my pantheon

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Self-isolates

Has a god-complex and despises themselves at the same time

Takes long walks at dusk when the city is empty, memories of the past accompany them, forgotten ghosts lingering in the dimming light

Complains about everyone

Gives everything an obscure symbolic meaning to be more dramatic

Franz Kafka

Cannot bare to look at their own reflection

Takes every accident in stride, as if they were expecting it to happen somehow

Quiet most of the time, rarely speaks up

Self-destructive

Tired eyes and a faraway look, sometimes doesn't know whether their dreams are reality or reality is just a dream

Osamu Dazai

Unable to establish any relationship

Alienated and detached from the rest of society

Misunderstood

Loses their identity trying to fit in somewhere they don't belong

Spends their days painting and doing art

Albert Camus

Absurdism

Drinks black coffee on the balcony at 5am, listening to the sounds of the city waking up

Nothing matters, so you should experience life and fight to be who you are

Rebellious, bright, isn't afraid of fighting for what they believe in

Heartfelt, contagious smiles

Sylvia Plath

Girlrotting in bed and dried flowers forgotten on the kitchen counter

Goes to parties, but once there doesn't have fun and wishes to be anywhere else

Takes long baths, reading and smoking, until the water gets cold

Burnout gifted kid

Hates men with a patronising attitude, does the opposite of what people tell them to do just out of spite

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Head empty, only Sylvia Plath's fig tree analogy.

[becomedog]

google drive of 100 posters for a free palestine

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The French and the German literature academics

The Tiny Love Stories Series

! The pronouns are purposefully chosen like this so I used she/her pronouns for the first and they/them for the second character !

Link to the playlist here :)

French Literature

Stops at her favorite Café to have a croissant and café au lait every morning

Dresses in soft colors or in summer dresses with floral patterns

Writes love poetry

Presses flowers in the pages of her favorite books

Covers her mouth when laughing

Takes pictures of sunsets and has a whole album for them

Lets them nap with their head on her lap

Refreshing like sparkling water

Listens to radio and hums to herself while getting ready in the early mornings

Likes to read at the small kitchen table while waiting for her tea to brew

Spends her afternoons looking for paintings, dresses and trinkets at the local flea market

Has a drawer only for her bows and foulards

Curses softly in French

You will always find in her tote bag: hand cream, lipstick, pencils, bookmarks and her diary

Likes to have dinner on a small table on the balcony

When it's really cold she stops to get hot chocolate on her way home

German Literature

Spends their weekends book-hunting in small secondhand libraries and flea markets

Likes to sit on the windowsill breathing in the crisp morning air while drinking their coffee

Writes prose and long letters

Likes to take long walks when it's cloudy and it looks like it's about to rain

Comforting and warm like a glass of red wine

The smell of old libraries, books and ebony wood

Always kinda exhausted

Listens to classical music and collects vinyls

Likes to bake and make desserts for her

Starts endlessly pacing around their tiny apartment when they cannot find the word they are looking for

Has a fascination for the disturbingly uncanny and the morbidly decadent

Either power walking or aimlessly wandering and loitering about

Brings her breakfast in bed every weekend

You will always find in their satchel: an half-eaten chocolate bar, a fountain pen, a leather notebook, camera, headphones

How they met: at a flea market, she had stopped to look at a satin bow and they told her it would've looked beautiful on her

Favorite spot: a specific table tucked away in the far corner of the coffee shop they usually stop by

Their songs:

La Seine by Vanessa Paradis, -M-

Futile Devices by Sufjan Stevens

Baby I'm Yours by Arctic Monkeys

I Belong in Your Arms by Chairlift

My Love Mine All Mine by Mitski

She's Always a Woman by Billy Joel

Ausgehen by AnnenMayKantereit

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Marauders' Era

The Slytherin Skittles

From the Marauders' Era fandom. Decided to lounge about in the Slytherin common room? Join the Skittles for a late night Slytherin chat.

Regulus A. Black

"From far away I wish I'd stayed with you, but here face to face, a stranger that I once knew.

I thought if I wandered I'd fall back in love. You said distance brings fondness, but guess not with us."

- Astronomy, Conan Gray

Doesn't ask for help

Overachiever

Covers his deep insecurities with a god-complex

Abandonment and trust issues

Suffers panic and anxiety attacks, the others know exactly what to do when it happens and huddle around him, holding hands and grounding him, until he starts breathing normally again and stops shaking

Protective of his chosen family

Instead of fighting to keep people in his life, he lets them go because in the end he thinks he's never enough to stay for

Hates loud noises and making noise when moving or walking

Deeply misunderstood

Tries to remain detached and cold as much as possible because knows he'd end up caring too deeply

Self-isolates when he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings, luckily, whenever that happens, the others storm his usual hiding spots and force him to go outside and enjoy himself

Escapes from his own thoughts by reading or listening to music compulsively

Barty Crouch Jr.

"I used to like liquor to get me inspired but you look so beautiful, my new supplier. I used to like smoking to stop all the thinking, but I found a different buzz.

The world is a curse, it'll kill if you let it I know they got pills that can help you forget it, they bottle it, call it medicine, but I don't need drugs. 'Cause I'm already high enough, you got me, you got me good."

- High Enough by K. Flay

covers his need for attention and approval with loudness and chaos

Fear of missing out

Afraid that people will forget about him and leave him behind

Avoids talking and thinking about his own feelings

Cannot control his emotions when overwhelmed

Hides it when deeply hurt

Clingy drunk, cries if left by himself

Has a soft spot for pets, especially dogs (once he even accidentally cuddled Padfoot without knowing it was actually Sirius)

Hopeless romantic when in a serious relationship

Incredibly intelligent, he just doesn't want to please his father in any way so he acts out

Jokes about his trauma in public, but ends up sleeping in Evan's bed whenever he has nightmares

ADHD kid

Makes dirty jokes all the time but is afraid of having a stable relationship and not being enough for his partner

Evan Rosier

"And hey, you, don't you think it's kinda cute that I (I) died (died) right inside your arms tonight? That I'm fine even after I have died? Because it was in your arms I died.

I cry in the afterlife, I cry hard because I have died, and you're alive. I try to escape afterlife, I try hard to get back inside your arms alive."

- Arms Tonite by Mother Mother

Calm and collected most of the time

Silent anger

Insomniac, spends the nights reading and listening to chill music

Deadly afraid of spiders, always asks Pandora to take them outside

Energy drinks and caffeine

If looks could kill

Tries to keep everyone from getting in trouble together with Dorcas

Doesn't pay attention in class but gets good grades anyway

Grew up too quickly

Joins Barty and Dorcas whenever they are tipsy and start a singing contest

Likes nights out with friends, randomly walking with no precise destination, a few drinks in hand and the warmth of chosen family around him

The observant, silent one

Always carries small perfume vials since he can't stand smells (sweat, cigarette smoke, etc.)

Pandora Rosier

"You don't have to be like everybody else, you don't have to fit into the norm, you are not here to conform. I am here to take a look inside myself, recognize that I could be the eye, the eye of the storm.

I am not my body, not my mind or my brain (ha), not my thoughts or feelings, I am not my DNA. I am the observer, I'm a witness of life, I live in the space between the stars and the sky."

- Ancient Dreams in a Modern Land by MARINA

Already figured who was going to end up in a relationship with whom years before it happened

Has a private gardening spot where she grows their own plants (especially herbs)

Follows the lunar calendar instead of the solar one, they all celebrate both new years with big parties

Wears long airy dresses with flower patterns and a dozen crystal necklaces and rings

Talks enthusiastically about everything she's passionate about with no restraints (and everyone loves listening to her talk)

Knows weird knowledge nobody knows from where

Walks Hogwarts' halls singing and with a spring in her step

Spends afternoons in the forest sketching fantastic beasts and feeding them treats

Loves making flower crowns, Regulus wears them whenever she makes one for him and hexes anyone who dares say something about it

Always has paint on her hands or face

Dorcas Meadowes

"Say my name, as every colour illuminates. We are shining, and we will never be afraid again.

And when we come for you, we'll be dressed up all in blue, with the ocean in our arms, kiss your eyes and kiss your palms.

And when it's time to pray, we'll be dressed up all in grey, with metal on our tongues, and silver in our lungs."

- Spectrum (Say My Name) by Florence and The Machine

Hates small talk and superficial friendships

Direct, immediately cuts straight to the point

Politically active against all kinds of discrimination and violence

Strong and determined to achieve what she wants

Ready to argue with anyone, anytime, anywhere

Knows exactly what she wants

Stays up late to read and listen to music in the common room

Has everything planned out

Neon lights and cocktails, loud music and cherry flavored lip balm

Travels a lot but is ready to return home immediately if one of her close friends needs her help

Elegant style, always impeccably dressed

Storms out of the dorm and takes a long walk whenever she feels she can't control her anger

Loves to listen to true crime podcasts

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So I love the Marauders' gang, but (I don't know if you guessed it) I really have a soft spot for the Skittles. To me they feel like the ones who never really even had a chance to be saved, who were left to fend for themselves and to die just because of their families and house. They were damaged as much as the others but found no one to help them but each other.

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The Magnus Archives

The Fear Entities pt.1

The Vast, The Spiral, The Eye, The Desolation, The Dark, The Web, The End.

The Fear Entities pt.2

The corruption, The Flesh, The Stranger, The Buried, The Hunt, The Lonely

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Marauders' Era

Wolfstar

The Marauders

The Slytherin Skittles

[ad-wills]

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This is what scrolling through all the drafts I have on my Tumblr pages feels like.

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The Artist and The Writer

The Tiny Love Stories Series

Their love blossomed in the gentle quietness. In moments when they felt overwhelmed by the rush of sensations or dived too deep in their thoughts, forgetting to resurface for a breath, they sought each other's eyes, and the noise finally ebbed away.

They had grown weary of giving away pieces of themselves with each lover, so they became each other's muse.

Link to the full playlist here <3

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The Artist

"Why can't you see that?"

The Artist observed. Patterns and colors spoke clearly to them, like words never could. Their childlike curiosity had been so refreshing to the Writer—a breath of fresh air after all the molding and the dust that had settled during long hours of contemplation, shattering on the fractals of their mind. The Artist made them rediscover the beauty of simple pleasures, the magic of seeing things as they are. The Writer knew that, no matter how much they tried, no word could ever fully capture the Artist's beauty.

Playlist:

As It Was by Harry Styles

Someone New by Hozier

Accidentally In Love by Counting Crows

Hey Lover! By Wabie

Me Gustas Tu by Manu Chao

Black Friday by Tom Odell

As The World Falls Down by David Bowie

The Bug Collector by Haley Heynderickx

Let The Light In by Lana del Rey ft. Father John Misty

The Writer

"You just don't understand."

The Writer's depth had ignited the Artist's fascination—a tranquil, opaque mirror nestled in a clearing deep within deep woods of the most vivid shade of green. Beneath its surface, wisps of light, flashes of distant storms boiled with fury. Rarely noticed by others, the Writer observed every detail keenly, a nostalgic aura of bittersweet melancholy surrounded them. The Artist spent hours sketching, attempting to capture the comforting warmth of the wisdom in their eyes.

Playlist:

Line Without a Hook by Ricky Montgomery

Writer In The Dark by Lorde

Talk by Hozier

Wicked Game by Chris Isaac

Heart to Heart by Mac DeMarco

Mystery of Love by Sufjan Stevens

Those Eyes by New West

There Is a Light That Never Goes Out by The Smiths

We Are The People by Empire of the Sun

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(there's a surprise below 🤫)

------- Tiny Side Story ------

The soft gold light of sunrise cast a warm patina across the surfaces; it was barely 5:42 in the morning. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and jam wafted through the small apartment. In the direction of the small kitchenette, the clinking of plates and cutlery could be heard.

"Did you stay up all night writing?" The writer turned to find the artist leaning on the doorframe, a smirk playing on their lips.

"I couldn't bring myself to stop; had to finish that chapter. I was about to go to sleep, just wanted to prepare breakfast for you first. I know you like to wake up early to paint, but you awoke before I could bring it to you."

"Let's have breakfast together then; you can go and sleep after."

"Is there any way I can convince you to come back to bed and cuddle for a bit before you disappear into your studio?" The writer raised their brows in question, their attention still on the slice of bread in their hands. The artist sniffed and turned their head, as if pondering: "I have a very strict schedule; I'll see if I can spare a moment for you."

"Much obliged," they exchanged smirks, a spark of affection evident in their eyes. The artist settled into a chair by the window, watching attentively.

"Did you put the jam on the whole slice?"

"Yep."

"On the borders too?"

"Yep."

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The Fear Entities (pt.2)

From The Magnus Archives

Disclaimer: The Magnus Archives belongs to Rusty Quill, all credits go to them, I don't own anything, only made the moodboards. The descriptions are taken from Wikia and the lines in italics are quotes taken directly from the episodes (in brackets). Thank you, enjoy 👁️

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: for those who don't know what The Magnus Archives is, it's a horror pod, so in this post will be mention of fears, quotes and images that could be disturbing or sensitive, please be careful

Here's also a TMA playlist I made

The Corruption

Let their love consume you.

There is a wasps’ nest in my attic. Perhaps it can soothe my itching soul. (MAG 32)

Fear of corruption, disease, and filth.

The Flesh

In the end that's all you are.

It was impossible to tell what had once been animal, and what might have once been us. It was all just meat. (MAG 130)

Fear of having your body changed or destroyed connected to insecurity and self-hatred, specifically regarding one's own body image.

The Stranger

I do not know you.

Who will you be with a name or three, and a stranger's face worn wrong? (MAG 165)

Fear of things that are almost human, but not quite, the creeping sense that something is not right but you don't know what, why, or how.

The Buried

Let the soil embrace you.

I will often lie myself down on that soft earth, and I will sleep. And I swear to you that the sleep I find there is more blissful than any I have ever found. (MAG 152)

Fear of being trapped without enough space, of being at the center of everything and it is all pushing down.

The Hunt

If you don't heed its call, that means you are the prey.

As soon as our eyes met, I knew the chase was on, and this time I was the prey. (MAG 112)

The animalistic and instinctual fear of being hunted or chased, of becoming prey.

The Lonely

Loneliness is the safest place you'll ever be.

He calls out for somebody to see him, for somebody to know how achingly hollow he is. He walks and walks and walks, desperate for another voice, for someone to know where he is and what he’s going through. (MAG 186)

Fear of isolation, of being completely cut off and alone, the fear of being disconnected.

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The Fear Entities

From The Magnus Archives

- Part 1 -

Disclaimer: The Magnus Archives belongs to Rusty Quill, all credits go to them, I don't own anything, only made the moodboards. The descriptions are taken from Wikia and the lines in italics are quotes taken directly from the episodes (in brackets). Thank you, enjoy 👁️

⚠️ Warning ⚠️: for those who don't know what The Magnus Archives is, it's a horror pod, so in this post will be mention of fears, quotes and images that could be disturbing or sensitive, please be careful

Here's part 2.

Also, here's a TMA playlist I made

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The Vast

It is not the fall that kills you.

The sky ate him. (MAG021)

Fear of our own insignificance in this universe, of losing yourself in too much space, as well as heights, falling and open spaces.

The Spiral

It is not what it is.

I am the throat of delusion incarnate. (MAG101)

Fear of madness, that your world isn’t right, that your mind is lying to you. It deals with deception, lying, deceiving the mind and senses.

The Eye

It sees you.

It stares into him, and it stares out of him, and he is falling into the devouring eternity of its pupil. (MAG120)

Fear of being watched, exposed, followed, but also the drive to know and understand, even if your discoveries might destroy you.

The Desolation

Feed your flame or it will feed on you.

But there are some things you just have to accept that in the end they’ll cause you pain. (MAG089)

Manifestation of pain, loss and unthinking or cruel destruction.

The Dark

Do you know what lurks in the dark?

The blanket never did anything. (MAG 86)

It is the primal fear of the dark and the unknowns regarding what lurks within it.

The Web

Your will is not your own.

Mr. Spider doesn't like it. (MAG081)

Fear of being controlled or trapped without knowing it, of your will not being your own, of being manipulated.

The End

Maybe you'll dream.

The moment that you die will feel exactly the same as this one. (MAG094)

Fear of death, as well as the cruel and unstoppable end of things.

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The Writers' Series

Who wrote you, based on your aesthetic?

British Edition

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Oscar Wilde

"You can never be overdressed or overeducated."

Irregular sleep schedule

Sprawling on a sofa quoting poets long gone

The forbidden sweetness of guilty pleasures

The gently whispered name of a lover

Losing oneself to sensations and feelings

Writes poems for their lovers

Dressing up only for the pleasure of doing so

That dizzy feeling of late night adventures

Procrastination and unsent letters

An old silver framed broken mirror and forgotten withered roses

Sitting alone late at night. The thick, stuffy air in the room is making you dizzy and dulls your senses

Virginia Woolf

"How many times have people used a pen or a paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?"

The soft first autumn breeze

Spending winter afternoons in hidden library corners

Taking long walks along the riverbank in the early afternoon

Gives good advice but doesn't follow it

Scented candles and gentle nostalgia

The furious, quiet calmness of the ocean before a storm

Orange blossoms and sea salt

The texture of paper under your fingertips and the sound of chirping from outside the window

Wants to change the world one word at a time

Never forgives, never forgets

Reads poems in the golden afternoon light

Romantic but won't talk about their feelings

William Shakespeare

"The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves."

Wine stains on victorian shirts

The sound of footsteps on marble floors

Scribbling random Latin sentences in other people's notebooks

Dark, alluring, and a little bit occult

Writes poems on random scraps of paper and then forgets about them

The line between dreams and reality starting to blur

Loud, contagious laugh

Sword fights back stage

A lone flickering candle in the night

Laughs and cries at the same time when overwhelmed with emotion

Believes in the power of the unsettling and the forbidden

Sprawls on any available surface just to read tragedies and drink wine

Mary Shelley

"When I looked around, I saw and heard of none like me. Was I then a monster?"

The sound of your heart beating in your ears when waking up from a nightmare

Anatomy and science illustrations

Equations and formulas scribbled everywhere

The touch of cold metal on warm skin

The clap of thunder and insistent drumming of heavy rain on the windowpanes

The muffled sound of cracking thunder from outside

Organized shelves and absentminded humming

Cold gravity and solemn silences

The cold shudder of realisation

Pacing back and forth trying to solve grave problems and unexpected results

Empathizes easily

Agatha Christie

"Poirot," I said. "I have been thinking."

"An admirable exercise my friend. Continue it."

Hot chocolate on cold winter days while people watching inside an old Café

Sitting down in parks and reading the paper

The scent of clean laundry

Windswept hair and sharp looks

Spontaneous conversations and smiling at strangers

Could prove anyone wrong solely for their own amusement

Wet pavements glinting in the sunshine after a rain shower

Apricot jam, fresh baked croissants and café au lait while reading the newspaper in the early morning

A glint in their eyes and a spring in their step

Peppermints and vanilla hand cream

Sarcasm and condescending smiles

J.R.R. Tolkien

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

Early morning dew sparkling on spiderwebs

The awareness and clarity that comes with crisp morning air

Daisies, gingerbread and warm comfy clothes

Really into folklore

Snail shells and acorns kept in a jacket's pocket

The scent of fresh homemade bread in the morning

The gentle murmur of the wind blowing through the trees

Nothing could make them miss their afternoon tea

Knows the name of every plant or bird species

Presses flowers in their notebooks

That spark for adventure glims constantly in their eyes

George Orwell

"But if thought corrupts language, language can also corrupt thought."

The smell of cigarettes and the sound of steps on the wet pavement

Long night walks around the city

The cold winter wind howling against the windows

Cheap black coffee drank in a small almost empty 24/7 coffee shop

Tired eyes and vivid dreams of liberty

Messy, rushed writing

The condensation on a cold window

Minimalist notebooks and black ballpoint pens hidden everywhere

Trying desperately to be free, to feel alive

The deafening silence of loneliness and the gentle quiet of solitude

T. S. Eliot

"For I have known them all already, known them all / Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons, / I have measured out my life with coffee spoons."

Coffee and ink stains

Tiny scribbled notebooks carried around in worn out messenger bags

Reads to escape the real world

Reading on public transportation and almost missing the stop

Falls in love five times a day

Strong coffee and dark chocolate

Feels like nobody can truly understand them

Doesn't take care of themselves

Stacks their books randomly around their house, forgetting empty coffee mugs and notepads on top of them

Flopping facedown on the bed and listening to the sounds of the life out the window