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cams-cozy-corner · 4 months
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Percy Jackson board bcus I just started reading the books I absolutely love staying up late with a flashlight under the covers like I’m 10
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meansstoamend · 8 days
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Taylor Swift albums as Greek gods and goddesses
Hades is The Tortured Poets Department
“Old habits die screaming”
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musicalchaos07 · 2 months
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Jancy + Lisa Frankenstein AU Moodboard
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smileysvech · 9 months
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beach bonfire with andrei svechnikov
this one is dedicated to my big sis, light of my life, genius, mastermind, bestie @comphy-and-cozy and goes with her new summer fic, every summer has a story! (18+ only please!!)
tagging: @pyotrkochetkov @mendeshoney @thewintersoldierdisaster @hoesforthecanes @senditcolton @thesvechnikov @barzysunflower @idontgiveaflyinggrayson69 @laurenairay
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quattroneuville · 1 month
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1981 Rally Portugal but it looks more like a board of messy pictures you take of your friends on a road trip.
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little-flutterss · 14 days
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day 7 and the last day of this challenge was sda animals! i decided to instead jst do a board abt dolphins, since im tireddd
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each sea animal has smth it reminds me of. dolphins remind me of long drives to the beach, collecting seashells, drinking smoothies, and swimming with friends!! once, me and my bestest friend in the world went to this beach near where i live while i was little, and it was sooo funs!!!!! i gots tons of sea shells and i tried my firsts smoothi >:3
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lost-decade · 7 months
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I can't protect you like this
Max/James Royal Prince/bodyguard AU
"He's not going to stop is he?"
Max drops his head into his hands, taking a shaky breath. He isn't going to start crying, not in front of James. Not when he's spent most of the year trying to convince him he can take care of himself, that just because he's heir to the throne it doesn't mean he needs to be wrapped up in cotton wool.
It's been a difficult time, despite Max's easygoing nature. He's always prided himself on the way he conducts his life, his friendships; trying to dispel the stereotypes of royalty. Most people expect him to be an arrogant prick and he does his best to prove them wrong. Spending months having his every move observed even more closely than usual has worn him down though; his royal status has never felt more oppressive, tiring.
It doesn’t help that he can’t stop thinking about the man who’s been chosen to ensure his safety.
James' hand has been resting on his gun ever since they walked through the door. Most of the lights are off. Adrenaline still runs high through Max's veins despite how protected James makes him feel. It had been rushed, his leaving the Palace, a few items hurriedly thrown into a rucksack; Max settling with his arms around James’ waist on the back of the motorcycle. His father had wanted a full motorcade to accompany Max to safety but James had insisted that would only draw more attention, instead convincing him that the best thing would be to take Max back to his own apartment rather than some safehouse where James doesn’t know the setup and the exits.
"No. I don't think he will. But you don't need to worry about that. It's my job to make sure he doesn't get to you. You'll be safe here, at least for now."
Max looks around. It's strange, seeing James’ home, a whole existence away from him. James has been his shadow 24/7 since the letters started, at first at a distance, and then as it worsened he'd been set up in a room with a connecting door to Max's. The letters had only increased in intensity, from declarations of love to ones of intent, possession and hatred, stacks of Polaroids hand delivered and left on Max's bed in the palace. They'd been followed by his private Instagram account being hacked, endless streams of direct messages that had left him shaken and afraid.
Then had come the other photos, the ones he's kept a secret. They are sitting at the bottom of his hastily packed overnight bag: pictures from years ago when he was at boarding school; first kisses and touches, his face visible and unmistakable.
There's a picture in James' apartment too. Max can't take his eyes off it: a slightly younger James with his arms around another dark-haired man, the two of them gazing at each other, seemingly oblivious to the camera. It answers the question that's been running through Max's mind for months.
"I haven't been entirely honest with you," Max says. "These came last week." He nervously retrieves the photos from his bag, handing them to James, who flicks through them silently. "I managed to hide them before any of the staff could see." And before his father could.
"The other boy in the photos, who is he?" James asks, finally.
"It doesn't matter," Max says firmly. "He’s not the one doing this. Someone must have found out, taken photos of us. It was a long time ago."
"Or he thought he'd set up a camera to photograph himself fucking Prince Maximilian of Monaco in case he ever needed to make a quick buck."
"He wouldn't have," Max snaps, snatching the photos back. "Are you surprised?" He follows tentatively, anxious for approval.
"It's not my job to be surprised, your Highness."
Max’s heart sinks. "Don't. We're past that. You've spent the last few days sleeping in a chair beside my bed and now it's back to titles?"
"I'm here to protect you, Max. Not to judge you." James slides off his suit jacket, unclipping the catch on his leather shoulder holster and removing the Glock 17, placing it on the glass coffee table. Max reaches for the gun, picking it up and gripping it in his hand, trying to imagine how James feels when he pulls the trigger, what goes through his mind.
"Max, don't."
"The safety's on," Max shrugs. "I've fired a gun before you know."
Beside him on the sofa, James sighs, running his fingers back through his hair. He looks exhausted, different somehow in his own environment, his own space.
"Clay pigeon shooting at some country estate isn't the same as firing to kill someone."
Max ignores him, sliding his palm down the barrel, feeling the cool, solid weight of it before setting it back down.
"When did you last sleep for more than a couple of hours at a time?" Max asks him. James has rolled up his shirtsleeves to the elbow and Max reaches out to tentatively touch him. His skin is warm to the touch as Max traces a fingertip from elbow to wrist. He isn’t a reckless person; there’s very little opportunity in his life to be uncontrolled. He knows how to pose for photographs, converse with everyday people as easily as with dignitaries and still make them feel special. He attends dinners and puts his name to foundations and never does anything remotely controversial. Occasionally he risks a one night stand here or there but it’s always with someone else in a position of privilege, with as much to lose as him. Once, with the help of his personal valet, there had been another guy, a hefty sum deposited into a bank account, an NDA signed. It had left Max feeling cold, longing for something real.
"I'll sleep when the threat to your life has been neutralised. Max, stop it."
Max ignores him. His hand finds James' thigh.
"I've thought about this so many times, you know, wondering what your life is like away from me, who you really are."
"I'm your bodyguard, that's all you need to know. I know it's tough having to be so isolated while all this is going on but I'm your bodyguard, I'm not your friend. I'm not..."
James trails off helplessly, looking down at Max's hand, where his thumb is moving in soothing circles against the meat of his thigh.
"You're not what?" Max asks softly. He moves his hand higher, at the same time nuzzling his face against James' jaw.
"You don't know what you're doing," James admonishes, but he allows Max to continue, tilting his head to bare his neck to Max’s lips. “This isn’t going to happen,” he says, weakly.
"There's something between us.” Max, pushes. “I've felt like I'm going crazy all year, and not just because of everything that’s been happening. You can't deny there's something."
James doesn't push Max away, allowing the caresses for a few moments longer until something within him breaks.
It's so quick, the motion with which James flips him onto his back on the sofa, kissing him hungrily as their hands tear at each other's clothes. Max's skin feels alight at every place James touches. It's been so long since he's had this, the risks so high. He's already being pushed towards a marriage with a Scandinavian princess. To strengthen relations, his father had confirmed, as Max had felt part of himself die inside.
"We should stop," James says, helplessly. "You should tell me to stop."
"Please," Max begs, looking up at James with tears in his eyes. "Just for tonight can't we just be two people who want each other."
James looks at him searchingly, whatever he needs to see seemingly satisfying him enough to keep going, to take Max apart until nothing fills the room except the sounds of their bodies moving together in perfect synchronisation.
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lexithwrites · 2 months
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this is war.
"they think you're a monster...prove them right."
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fantasy-girl974 · 11 months
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″I will see you soon, outlander.”
MIRACLE LINES - Chapter 03 by @grexigone cc: me​
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Someone is finally here huhu 👀 (but very fast XD) Here’s the 3rd moodboard for Grexi’s fic that is a Kotaloy fic and a Pacific Rim AU 💕
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fictionadventurer · 4 months
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Imaginary book rec: Dust Dawning, fantasy
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What can I say about Dust Dawning? Dust Dawning by Tara M. Albert is one of those books you experience, not describe, but I'll try my best.
So the world of this story underwent this magical apocalypse that has destroyed everything. Rubble, ruin, decay, dust--everything destroyed. And people are managing to survive in underground bunkers and tiny little sanctuary communities, but then there's this group of artists that decides to take up the impossible task of restoring the world, which, in this world's magic system, involves artistic tools and skills like paintbrushes and chalk and sculpture.
So you have this post-apocalyptic fantasy, but instead of being about the ordinary rebuilding society things like government and agriculture, it's entirely focused on creation. About restoring the world with beauty. About the intense emotional and physical determination it takes to do so in a bleak and punishing world. I love how it presents art not just as an abstract thing, but as physical labor, requiring mind, heart, soul, and body.
As they're working to restore the world, they have to struggle against their own doubts and the doubts of the community, and the usual survival issues, but also have to confront the nebulous (and terrifying) creatures in the dust of the ruined world that are seeking to destroy their work and crush their spirits--as well as some of the powers that destroyed the world in the first place.
It's just...the vibes alone are so good, and then you get into the philosophical discussions of art and beauty and creation which you know are my jam, and then you mix it in with some unforgettable images and emotional moments, and I don't even mind that I can't remember the names of individual characters because this book is just everything I love. So much. Please read it. And then talk to me about it. Or better yet--create.
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clumsyclifford · 1 year
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“We’re not gonna die today, though.” “No, we’re not.”
a demigods!malum moodboard inspired by Win or lose I’m screwed by my sweet betrothed and recipient of my holiday edit exchange edit @cringeycal
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crimsonkenjii-writes · 5 months
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Guys…. Please….. give me Aki ideas and/or inspiration….. I’ve been wanting to make selfship art with him for so long….. but my noggin….. *opens it up like a wallet and a fly flies out* ITS EMPTY!!!
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mjf-af · 10 months
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we’re now halfway through mcflyjuly and to say I have been blown away by the work you guys are creating this year would be an understatement
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carewyncromwell · 1 year
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[HPHM] Jedi!Orion Amari Moodboard
because I’m in a Star Wars mood and honestly...Orion would be the best Jedi ever, wouldn’t he??
“Always remember -- your focus determines your reality.”
~Qui-Gon Jinn
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dallonwrites · 8 months
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did not write as much as i liked today but i made the playlist for the nanowrimo 2023 project that has a specific order to reflect the tones of the story and that's the closest i get to outlining before a draft so
#idk how to explain this from a I Dont Actually Outline Before Drafting Usually POV but#making playlists with a specific order feels like the first layer to understanding a narrative bc its like i can hear the tone of it unfold#i dont need to know what it will look like on page but i can look at a playlists body#and it feels like i can see the ebbs and flows of the narrative's tone/vibes/etc. the emotional movement#which for the type of stories i write that helps a lot LOL#making playlists that way kind of feels like ive put the story into a heart monitor. its not showing me all the vitals but its showing me#the movement of the story's core#OKAY WAITTT i think the best way to explain it is#i'm a very vibe driven writer but also vibes are very sensory to me#when i make a playlist its not just songs that remind me of the wip its songs that SOUND like the wip to me#i have a very deep sensory relationship to stories + sensory things connect me to the Vibes#and the more familiar i am with the Vibes of a story the easier it is for me to enter the story and then figure out what actually happens#which is why i prefer to discovery write most of the time bc being deep in the story like that#feels like a similar level of immersion that i get from things like playlists#PERSONALLY!#so when i make playlists in a specific order the songs usually group themselves together and it feels like i can hear how the story moves#through those groups without knowing what the events look like yet#playlists and moodboards etc are literally integral to me because stories usually start very abstract/vibey in my brain#rather than a clear idea and i need something more tangible/sensory to flesh it out
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anxiouspotatorants · 2 years
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The upside of renting an art studio above a funeral home: you’d get a lot of models for life drawing. The downside: your models wouldn’t be alive. But when the rent was surviveable and the downstairs undertaker looked like a decent human being, Mabel Mora decided to remember that she could do much worse.
Memento Mori: A Mabel and Theo AU
(Raw images: not mine)
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