#shipaesthetics

[danger-archive]

SHIP AESTHETICS → daphne  anne  blake + arden  james  wilson. 

@bausaved

[auradonrps]

Faster than the wind passionate as sin ending so suddenly 

[druidcore]

SHIP AESTHETICS:

Wisteria was the one who had given him his heart to begin with; it had never truly belonged to him, anyway. Wherever this road took them, it would always beat for her.

[druidcore]

SHIP AESTHETICS:

"Under the permafrost, flowers can still bloom; you can thaw too."

@feywildwrites

[druidcore]

SHIP AESTHETICS:

"Your sharp tongue and cool eyes hide a soft heart underneath. I'll keep its secrets safe."

@feywildwrites

[madameandromeda]

MY HP FEMSLASH CRACK!SHIPS: Cissamione.

She could see beauty beneath the ice of — as they called her — “The Ice Queen”. It was reflected in the calculated way the woman expressed herself to the world — only it was hidden for the most careful eyes. Such beauty seemed to be attributed from old experiences and arduous choices based on the shadows of her both sisters. She was poetry in a world that was still learning the alphabet, difficult to decipher and even harder to make sense of. But Hermione wanted to read her like a book, she wanted to know every line and every curve of the woman whose true beauty was far beyond her appearance.

[madameandromeda]

MY HP FEMSLASH CRACK!SHIPS: Andromione.

Her skin was pale as the alabaster of temple stones. Her eyes were wide sharp, but kind — intense only enough to transmit a small dosage of the electricity that truly lived within her heart. She was always trying to control her own expressions in order to maintain the distinct differences of her complexion away from the image of the sister she tried so desperately to separate herself from. But she could never be the — painful, deathly and loathsome — Bellatrix, because Andromeda represented something else entirely. Her lips were like galaxy edges and when these lips would kiss her, Hermione could feel the entire universe embracing her being, feeling solely the finest senses of hope and life.

[madameandromeda]

MY HP FEMSLASH CRACK!SHIPS: Bellamione.

And when she felt the tension subsided, it gave space to something else to form. Shapes of black hatred merged into odd lust. With her back against the cold wall, the warm of the body against her front was even more noticeable and her keen sense of tact would be her downfall. Because she could feel the dark witch just right now and it felt like being on fire. Hermione could only watch the woman’s heavy breasts moving between each tentative breath she took and black onyx eyes getting darker watching her in return, the temptation growing stronger at every past second. Then, Hermione remembered in the back of her mind a quote that resembled this absurd situation. “Keep your friends close, but your enemies — closer”. So Hermione aimed to do just that. To be closer, closer, closer.