#moodboard concept

[thecloudsaremyhome]

"You will always be my baby no matter what, not even death can keep us apart"

This is edelweiss mood board! He's obsessed with the color pink, especially a light cherry blossom pink! And that's why he would love to dress you up in a bunch of different pink fabrics and clothes! Because he can't necessarily fit in human clothing so he uses you like a muse occasionally to indulge in his inner desires!

[elizastormborn]

Jonerys AU: A Christmas Prince

[elizastormborn]

She was Renegade...He should have known

She said she was freeing them. She said that they would’ve suffered long, slow, and agonizing deaths. She said it was their choice to come to her, but she had chosen to help them.

He said it was illegal. He said he was the commander of Fillmore-Graves and he had a responsibility to uphold the law. He said it wasn’t his choice.

She claimed that the man she knew would help them, help her. They were people, they were suffering, they were dying. One scratch, that’s all it took. How could she turn them away?

He argued that the woman he knew would never be this reckless. The city was on lockdown, supplies and rations were short. There was barely enough resources for those already turned. The city was already rallying against them, the country wanted to destroy them. She wasn’t saving anyone, only endangering more lives.

They were enemies now. Not lovers. They were two undead souls fighting on opposite sides of the same war.

Jon's arms should never have opened to her embrace as they fell into bed together each night. Dany shouldn’t be pressing delicate kisses along his jaw as her hand soothed over his chest.

He would never acknowledge the way his pulse would quicken every time her fingers ghosted over her mark on him - the mark Dany had left when she had both saved and doomed him all those years ago.

It was familiar and safe. Two things she knew she should not feel as her body was pulled into his own. Wrapped in his arms, under the cover of night, Dany soaked up every moment until her eyes finally lost the battle to sleep.

The nights were the best. Because when Jon would close his eyes, he could sleep peacefully knowing that she was his. She was safe. She was here.

There was no fighting to be had as their bodies melted into one another, and gave into exhaustion.

But the morning were the worst. When grey eyes flickered open to meet violet, they were both reminded of the ocean of guilt that lay between them.

Dany could only meet his eyes for so long, before closing her own again. She couldn’t bare to watch him prepare for the day's battle.

Neither one of them would dare think about the way both their eyes would simultaneously brim with unshed tears.

He had captured, questioned, and imprisoned her friends and followers. Sentenced them to fates far worse than they deserved.

He had a duty to uphold. And every morning that he left her swaddled in his sheets, he broke that duty as he affixed the FG badge to his chest.

He sent his troops out in search of her. He sent them wherever he knew she would never be. But that never stopped his heart from pounding loudly in his ears. Like the loyal military men and women they were, it wasn’t until exactly 2200hrs when they arrived empty handed was he treated to the sounds of glorious silence.  

By the time Dany willed herself to reopen her eyes for second time, he was always gone. The space beside her cold, reminding her that he had been gone for some time now.

While it was cold, his place beside her was never empty. Jon's laptop was always there. Always open, never locked. The same page greeted her every morning. A detailed report of where FG troops had been the day prior, and a detailed set of orders describing where they were to search next. She knew it was there, but the familiar scrawling signature at the bottom of the page never failed to cause her breath to hitch and her hands to tremble.

Dany would go on to turn another four people that day.

She would be lying if she said that she never questioned herself. If she never questioned if she was doing the right or wrong thing by essentially playing God.

But then she’d replay the voice message Jon had left on her phone. She listened to it between every person she turned. Often times more than once.

“Whatever happens, know this: it’s always been you. I've always loved you. I always will. Take care of yourself. Goodbye.”

She was a renegade; he was a loyalist.

It was never supposed to be like this.

But then why did she still love him? And he, her?

Jonerys AU | iZombie

[hufflebee-with-cheese]

Can someone make me a parent core moodboard??? Im gonna be a boy mom and I need ✨~vibes~✨