#seratina

[un-giorno-saro-felice]

[abner-krill]

Your responses to the OTP asks are making me so happy! You're getting me so on board with Seraphina and Tina (who'd have thunk?) Can I ask 20, 23, 35, 37, 42 for them?

HAY GUUURL (I mean tha tin a non-gendered way bro!) you also get wine drunk answers.

Also asjhkfjhsejhd love how it’s been four years since FB first came out and I’m suddenly rolling in another ship from it. I love it!!!

20. What do they argue about the most?

I can just... imagine how many arguments they’d have, about everything. They’re the type of couple who would have the sort of political arguments that are within the same bounds but with different ideas about it. I can also see them arguing about where to find the best pie in NYC. I think they’d just be a scrappy couple, which is great <3

23. Who is better with kids?

This is where my headcanons come in, but definitely Seraphina, I think. She probably likes kids more than adults. Tina is good with kids also, but probably a bit more awkward.

35. What do they smell when they smell amortentia?

LOVE this question. Seraphina would smell something like orange zest, shoe polish, clean linen. Tina would scent amber and a clean, fresh smell of rain and expensive cosmetics.

37. Which one offers their jacket to the other when they complain they feel cold?

Tina. She’s a gentleman.

42. What is their favorite feature of their partner?

Oooooph this is tough because they’re both total knockouts. I think Seraphina would really love Tina’s hands, I can kind of see her touching and stroking them a lot, admiring how graceful they are. Tina would be incredibly in love with Sera’s eyes, but also get distracted by her lips a lot.

otp asks whoo!

[mayaparanoya]

"Emanuele si fissò a guardare la luna enorme oltre il muro. Era stanco. Stanco di perdere tempo. Stanco di non riuscire più a studiare. Stanco di non riuscire a concentrarsi. Improvvisamente ebbe la sensazione di essere un criceto salito per sbaglio sulla ruota e costretto a girare per sempre.

La gente crede che i criceti si divertano. Non è vero. I criceti sulla ruota ci salgono per sbaglio e ci mettono un sacco di tempo a capire che solo se la smettono di correre la ruota si ferma e possono scendere".

Seratina, Ammaniti - Brancaccio

[queenletalestrange]

Seratina Killing Eve AU

                                                                           I think about you all the time. I think about what you're wearing, and what you're doing, and who you're doing it with. I think about the friends you have, I think about what you eat before you go to work, and what shampoo you have, and what happened in your family. I think about your eyes and your mouth, and what you feel when you kill someone, I think about what you have for breakfast. I just want to know everything.                            

[nifflersgelt]

[teofilibusterismo]

TEOFILO X SERATINA AU | INTRODUCTION

I always liked sunsets. How it sets on the west, orange skies plays with the hues of purple and pink or blue. It is a scenery everone adored, breathtaking view no one would want to miss.

Watching how darkness fights light, one that makes a beautiful ombre in the sky, in the shades of two ironic colors is dazing.

Sometimes, when people was too mesmerized by the beauteous view, they forgot its other side. How the sunset for me, symbolizes end. E̶n̶d̶ o̶f̶ s̶o̶m̶e̶t̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶. The night would take over, hugging the whole town with it's darkness, and if not for the moon, everybody else would remain blind by the unending pitch black sky.

Sunsets are in their most beauteous form when it kisses the sea. Two beautiful creations colliding, making the most ravishing combination. Union whose the best amongst everything even after countless decades, they never fade.

❝Atina, I love you. ❞ he said. Teo looked at her with much adoration before kissing her forehead. He walked away. He didn't even looked back to see if I am okay. I am crying.

Falling out of love is a choice and never a chance. When you love, lacking is not a word. You are contented with everything you have, until there's someone or something that would make you question yourself, ❝Am I still happy?❞

Complicated it may seem, but when you felt it, the crack in your heart wanting to get filled with something you desire, something you've been blind about, that's not love anymore but safety. Comfort.

The pain would follow, the one you've never thought you would feel when you left. The thing is, pain didn't really cross your mind don't you? Confident you won't get hurt. Baby, the sting comes last.

The dawn is near, even after a lot of sunsets came, how long darkness stays, it don't last at all. The sun would rise at the east, even with clouds the warmth would still exist.

You have thought me how to write, to express better with words and to bleed ink rather than blood. To use metaphors as a mask. You thought me how to fight every monster you've gave, to fill every cracks you've left, to pick the broken pieces, to knot the strings that has lost its hold.

On a crumpled paper soaked with tears, I scribbled phrases I cannot say. I continue to write realizing it's the words that kept my heart heavy for days. So I wrote you a book consisting of thousand poems about how I struggled living with an unending faucet of tears, sonnets of my love that has been never enough for you to stay, and love songs that would always remind me of the happy memories.

Our love is like the beauty of the setting sun, and in the darkness, I saw my moon. Serenity in the middle of the night, flowing with the waves as stars shine above me, looking at me no longer with pity but pride.

[updates every week!]

[forgottenbones]

[nifflersgelt]

what if I made a discord for harry potter/fantastic beasts f/f ships