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Personal Olive Grove of the Akielon royal family.
(My Capri tag for more art. Also it looks better on desktop!)
“You are made of dreams and this world is not for you.”
IM ALREADY IN PAIN FROM DARK RISE 2 AND THEN I SEE THIS
this is my bingo card of things that might happen in D3
and/or things that, IF they happen in D3, it will wound me personally
if will tries to kill himself i will end my life
NICAISE! VANITAS IS LITERALLY NICAISE???? the eyes, the earrings, the annoying-asshole-but-softie-at-heart personality?? the resemblance is uncanny 😭
(enter Pallas)
You are my favorite feeling
Her sneakers squeaked against the linoleum floors, briskly making her way out of the building, down a few steps and onto the pavement.
The sun was already sinking into the horizon and she had to be at the subway station before nightfall. If she had time, she might've appreciated the way the bright yellow marigolds and the pale blue chrysanthemums swayed as she rushed past them, nestled in carefully tended flowerbeds. But she didn't have time. She had to catch the subway. More importantly, she had to catch him.
Soon, she reached the station and scrambled through the open doors of the train. It was oddly vacant that day, apart from a granny that dosed off on one of the benches, the train was empty. She whipped her head around, hoping to find a glimpse of him. Heck, she knew he wouldn’t sit anywhere else other than his favorite seat – the one right across from hers. But he wasn’t there.
Disappointment withered her. With tiredness that suddenly seemed to weigh heavily on her shoulders, she sat at his favorite seat. A part of her had hoped she’d be able to sense him as she closed her eyes and rested her head against the windowpane, that from merely taking his position, she’d be able to take in some part of him along with it.
Of course that wouldn’t happen. She didn’t even know his name.
Instead, she allowed herself to be accompanied by the ghostly memory of him. She cast aside all the worldly worries and let herself indulge in thoughts of him alone. And once her shoulders relaxed, it was this: the way his turtleneck hugged his torso, the way the tangle of his curls sat on top of his head, messily, as if he had just rolled out of bed. It was the way the sunlight dappled on his face and caught the hazel of his eyes. It was the way he’d glance at her, and she’d pretend she didn’t notice, and the way she’d glance at him, and he’d pretend he didn’t notice.
It was the fleeting moment when their eyes met, and then—
She opened her eyes.
He stood in front of her, chest heaving as if he had run. If she thought his hair couldn’t look any more unkempt, she was wrong. They were windswept, wild.
With a chime, the doors to the subway closed and the train jerked forward. He sat down beside her.
She wanted to savior this moment, the brief seconds after which they wouldn’t be strangers anymore. For how long, she thought, for how long could have I delayed this conversation, I wonder. When she turned to face him, he was looking at her already.
And then what happened was something that wasn’t happening to her, it was some far off version, some fantasy, some delusion. It was the cold wind and the hitch of breath. It was the scent of woodsy cologne. It was the warm hand on the side of her neck and the chaste press of lips.
His to hers.
She did not breath.
She did not think about the lusciousness of them, or the firm hold against her neck. She did not think about the swarming intensity in his hazel eyes, or the way he seemed to breathe her in.
And then, before the granny woke up from the sound of their smooches, they parted.
“I mean,” he smiled bashfully, “why beat around the bush when the beauty is right in front of you?”
“Did you actually do that just now or–” she blinked.
He laughed, really laughed – all set of white shinning teeth, “Why? You want to test it again?”
She considered this, and after swallowing her smile, she shook her head no. She noticed how his hand loosely held her arm, the gesture delicate, petal-soft.
He swallowed, and he wasn’t his carefree self anymore. “I’m sorry if this surprised you, it’s just that – “
“That?”
“That I couldn’t resist you anymore. To not touch you after having you inches away from me. To barely see you here once, and never again the rest of the day. I couldn’t.”
He had a way of being unexpecting. A thought floated in her mind then. She thought of how she had always assumed she was the wolf girl - strong yet vulnerable, mysterious yet simple minded, but she wasn’t.
She was the moon and he was the wolf. He was a wolf who’d climb mountains for her, conquer territories, only to stand before the majestic beauty at night, and howl praises of affection to her.
And she’d listen.
She was the moonlight to his turmoil, the soothe to his soul.
Together they both burned brighter and darker. You could not look away.
If Ronan was ever convinced to get instagram, it would just be photos of Adam and animals change my mind
8 year olds describe what love means to them / The Raven King - Maggie Stiefvater
i’m doing a raven cycle reread. the first time i’ve reread the whole series back to back, i’d previously just reread each book sporadically but man let me tell you something that is so PAINFUL and OBVIOUS.
ronan will speak in whole latin sentences without an effort to translate for the group. often.
ronan is so aware that gansey’s latin is shit and noah hasn’t practiced in seven years and blue can’t speak a word of it.
like yeh he’ll translate the trees and translate other peoples words for gansey. but when ronan speaks latin, it’s adam that will translate and draw everyone else inwards to the conversation. not ronan. never ronan. ronan is so content with adam being the only listener to a solid amount of his own thoughts and realisations even from the very start of the series.
it’s such a subtle love language from the very start that is also slapped in the readers face repeatedly. even down the fact that ronan and adams first solo interaction after ronan’s confession at the end of the dream thieves is in a latin classroom.
the absolute irony of using the OG romance language as a constant build for their relationship really did escape me the first time. it perfectly sets up for “forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit” and even “tamquam, alter ildem”.
actually especially the latter!! at the start of call down the hawk when declan’s like, why can’t you guys just say i love you pshaw so pretentious and ronan totally brushes it off but i just :(((( latin has always connected them!!! it’s always been where they can express themselves to each other safe from outside view!!! so yeh it’s fucking pretentious and it’s fucking dumb but latin is so much more than just communicative for them and it’s probably the most beautiful thing in the series’ entirety.
I love you. I am at rest with you. I have come home.
Mia now stood outside the boys’ room. The room number was etched in shiny steel: “069”. What are the odds of the men getting a room number that’s sixty-nine. The silvery 069 stared at her as she thought of the possibilities of what could happen once she crossed this very door. She was pissed when mim kept snatching the blanket and kicking her off the bed but a part of her had thought of this from the beginning.
Her and Him.
She knew it was wrong, she shouldn’t just barge in. What if they’re all asleep, what if TAM is awake and he smirks when he sees her, knowing what she’s thinking, or what would she do when they find her sleeping alongside him in the morning? What would SHE do, all cuddled up and nervous - GOD, it would be so embarrassing.
Just shoot your shot, she thought. What’s the worse that could happen? I’ll just say I couldn’t sleep.
And so, inside she went.
The door shut with a light click. The room was dark, and it took time for her eyes to adjust to it. It looked exactly like the girl’s room: two queen beds with a nightstand and a balcony which let in a stream of radiant moonlight, curtains that danced from the wind. It was chilly. Of course these idiots left the window open.
She noticed, on one bed two bodies huddled together. A blanket sprawled over, arm thrown over his head. This was tam, face turned towards the side. Fast asleep. Besides him was hyo, who was sleeping….weirdly. He was on his side, but arched his back so he was a sideways U. If anything it was like an arrow. Or something.
Finally, she took in a breath as her eyes drifted to the bed closer to the window. One person. He was looking at something. He was looking, head turned…oh shit, he was looking at her! He was awake!
Quickly she put one foot to another and reached his bed, he looked up from his half-sitting, half-lying position. A laptop open in his lap, casting his face in an iridescent glow.
“Hi?” he muttered.
“You’re not asleep?” Mia croaked. Her heart was hammering as if she’d run a marathon. Calm. Down. She told herself.
“I could say the same,” and he smiled. He smiled. And it was all kind eyes and kind lips and one bed and one blanket and him.
“Mim didn’t let me sleep the whole night,” mia whispered. When she saw him arch his eyebrow, she realized another meaning of her words. She flushed, heat emanating from her face. “I- I mean she sleeps weirdly!”
She flinched at her tone rising, and gestured towards his bed. He nodded. She sat down beside him. One bed, one blanket, one pillow.
From here she could see he was watching anime, thank goodness it wasn’t porn ohmygod. He was close, so close, that he turned his face towards the front as if he knew the possibility of their proximity. Slowly, she turned her face towards his ear, she could scent the hotel’s shampoo on him. “I meant mim took the entire blanket and kicked me off the bed. I couldn’t sleep after that so I assumed you might be awake.” She paused, “I- mean you guys.”
He bobbed his head and slightly turned it but immediately looked straight ahead again as he realized her hair were basically in his nose. This time, mia turned her head ahead, and he smiled as he breathed in her ear “yea- yeah I get it. I’m awake.”
For a moment he stayed like that, breathing close close to her ear and then said “well, can you sleep now?”
She shook her head. He took one side of the earphone and placed it in her ear, his fingers brushing her helix. He retreated his hand and adjusted the two of them until they sat in the middle of the bed, arms touching, a blanket over their lap and up their torso, laptop on him and connected together by the hand-free cord.
He played the anime and she smiled at this, at how it worked out. She briefly wondered how he’d react if she placed her head on his shoulder but thought better of it. Maybe later, she thought. Maybe this could be a thing from now on. Our thing.
Prompt List
I find it easier to make prompt lists so I can write with what I’m inspired by. I’ll probably add to this as I find new prompts I like.
I took these from several prompt lists that I’ve reblogged, so that’s why they may look familiar.
ANGST
“I can’t do anything right.”
“Please don’t cry.”
“Why are you awake right now?”
“Why are you lying to me?”
“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”
“Don’t you ever do that again!”
“Do you even still love me?”
“Nobody’s seen you in days.”
“Why are you awake?”
“I’m worried about you.”
“Can you shut up for once in your life?”
“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”
“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”
“Just get home as soon as possible, okay?!”
“I told you not to fall in love with me.”
FLUFF
“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”
“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”
“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Noo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”
“OH you’re jealous!”
“Can we stay like this forever?”
“Please just kiss me already.”
“I think you might be my soulmate.”
“Sleep over? Please?”
“Are we on a date right now?”
“I think I’m in love with you.”
“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”
“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”
“I wish we could live together already.”
“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.”
“I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re beautiful.”
“You take my breath away,” “…” “y’know, like the song haha”
RANDOM
“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”
“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”
“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”
“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”
“But I’ve never told you that before.”
“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”
“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”
“Can you please…? Hmmm, I don’t know. Maybe put a shirt on?!”
“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”
“You’re insane,” “You love me,” “Not right now I don’t.”
12. “Give me attention.”
13. “YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”
14. “Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”
15. “I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”
16. “You met me yesterday,” “Yes, and I would die for you. Next question,”
17. “I’m telling you. I’m haunted.”
18. “Well, that’s tragic.”
19. “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”
20. “I’d kill for a coffee…literally.”
21. “What do you mean she’s my new partner? She tried to kill me last week!” “Sounds like a you problem.”
22. “Good thing I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
23. “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”
24. “Did you just hiss at me?”
25. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.”
26. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”
27. “No. Regrets.”
28. “How drunk was I?”
29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”
30. “It’s your turn to make dinner.”
31. “They’re not your kids, back the f*ck off.”
32. “I could punch you right now.”
33. “Welcome back. Now fucking help me.”
34. “I’m not buying ikea furniture again.”
35. “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”
36. “That was kind of hot.”
SITUATION PROMPTS:
KISSES
“Good morning” kiss
Kiss on the forehead
Kiss on the nose
Kiss on the neck
Kiss on the back
Needing to kiss to hide from bad guys
Exhausted parents kiss
Hiding/hoping not to be caught kiss
Before Bed kiss
In Secret kiss
Public kiss
Against a wall kiss
When One Person’s Face Is Scrunched Up, And The Other One Kisses Their Lips/Nose/Forehead
Lazy Morning Kisses Before They’ve Even Opened Their Eyes, Still Mumbling Half-Incoherently, Not Wanting To Wake Up
Routine Kisses Where The Other Person Presents Their Cheek/Forehead For The Hello/Goodbye Kiss Without Even Looking Up From What They’re Doing
Kisses Meant To Distract The Other Person From Whatever They Were Intently Doing
Top Of Head Kisses
“Count of three?” Mateo asks. “Yeah.” “One. Two . . .” I grab Mateo’s hand and lock my fingers in his. He turns to me with flushed cheeks and grabs Lidia’s hand. “Three.”
We all look ahead and below, and we jump. I feel like I’m falling through the air faster, dragging Mateo with me. Mateo shouts, and in the few seconds I have left before hitting the water I shout too, and Lidia cheers. I hit the water, Mateo still beside me, and we’re underwater for only a few seconds, but I open my eyes and see him there. He’s not panicking, and it reminds me of how settled my parents looked after they set me up for freedom. Lidia has disconnected; she’s already out of sight. Mateo and I float back to the top with our hands still locked, lifeguards flanking us. I move toward Mateo, laughing, and I hug him for this freedom he’s forced onto me. It’s like I’ve been baptized or some shit, ditching more anger and sadness and blame and frustration beneath the surface, where they can sink to who-cares-where.
O for the night that was ending, for the sleep and the wakefulness, the toughness and tenderness mixed, the sweet temper, the safety in darkness. Would such a night ever return?
Forster // Maurice
some people on youtube are just too wholesome.