#marlow 001

[owenryder]

WHO: Ryder & @marlownewman

WHERE: Animal Sanctuary

WHEN: Volunteer Week, April 2023

"I don't mean to be a Debbie downer here..." Ryder kept his gaze on the sky for a moment, watching as a gray, dark cloud began to roll in to cover up he sunshine they had been playing in, having buddied up with Marlow for a few hours at the Animal Sanctuary, puppies scattered all around them. Puppies who were yapping and wagging their tails and having a great time... which did make him feel awful about the idea that soon enough, there was a chance they were going to have to make a run for it. "That weather is not looking good. I'm game to try to stick it out if you are, maybe it'll pass over us? Be one of those ominous storm clouds that never actually does anything?"

[stellylee]

WHO: Stelly & @marlownewman

WHERE: Merrock Times

WHEN: March, 2023

With so many things happening in and around town, Stelly couldn't help but to be excited about having the opportunity to participate in all of it -- especially behind the camera. Between people like Alice and Marlow, it gave them plenty of opportunity to help them out with their stories, give 'em a little pop, a little something extra. That particular day, they had just filled up probably their third cup of coffee of the day, after finishing up classes and making their way to the Times building for a meeting or two when they saw a familiar blonde head pop into view.

"Hey, Marlow!" Stelly lifted their hand in greeting from the chair they were sitting in -- or rather sprawled across -- in the lounge area. "If you're coming in to grab coffee, I think there's one more cup... I cam close to finishing it, but not quite."

[cagenewman]

WHO: Cage & @marlownewman

WHERE: The Garden

WHEN: March 17, 2023

"What are we drinking?" Cage asked, slinging his arm around his older sister's shoulders, small smirk toying with the corner of his mouth, "or is that one of those obvious questions that I shouldn't ask on a night where everyone is drinking green beer?" Including himself. Was it cliché? Was it cheesy? Was it cheap and dyed and probably not all that good? Yeah, but... it was also St. Patrick's Day. And his birthday -- and he was finally okay with those sharing a day. "Did you eat anything yet?"

[gellertalbus]

You see my soul is heavy with too much sin.

[bebx]

JAMIE CAMPBELL BOWER AS CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE

Sources: moonlitdark & jbowerherondale

[tiaskye001]

🖤what songs remind me of my fictional loves 🖤

001/Henry creel:

Jace wayland:

Christopher marlowe:

Caleb sykes:

[boldlyhappydreamland]

New theme. A deepish purple because life be feeling like that lately hehehehhehe

[jcbbby]

they’re so right for this

[alphacxntauri]

•Kit Marlowe - Unholy•

[moonlitdark]

Full panel: Jamie Campbell Bower ~ Kuwait, Comfest Q&A ~ 02/23/23.

[stopitbehaveyourself]

His tattoos OHMYGOD

[lowetyde]

@exiled-eyes​ :: continued from HERE.

the nerves beneath marlowe’s scale armor tingled where the pirate’s hovering hand cast its shadow. as they inspected the damage, the merman inspected them. his eyes may not have been the strongest, perpetually plagued by a ring of haze, but saw all that was needed to. the svelte of imperfect skin, scarred and puckered from an untold history traversing the open ocean. thick tendrils of raven waves that smelled of salt, brushing along sharp cheekbones and concealing the well-carved structure of their downturned face. ten long fingers attached to two strong hands, teasing the air above his gash.

how desperately he wished to contort his torso inward and wrap moist lips around one of those unguarded appendages, baring his teeth down ‘til they were met by bone. next, he’d strike upwards : their lovely neck. there, blood coursed like a powerful river, dipping over the cliff of thin skin and water-falling down his tongue and into his throat. the pit of their abdomen, where the most delectable treats lay beneath layers of muscle and fat, would be the climax of his gruesome exhibition. he wondered how they would taste : bitter, sweet, savory ? would their humanity feel soft and succumbing, or would it maintain a toughness that forced the creature to laboriously chew chew chew. and when his feast was finished, all that remained being a scatter of clean bones, would any room be left in his stomach to suck out the candied sweetness of their marrow ?

humor played at his otherwise airy expression, revealed by the minute twitch in his right cheek.     “ what a tasteful palate you pirates have apparently refined. “     he considered them for a handful of seconds, noting the way their eyes never met and the ripple of expressions they wore. with devil horns piercing through his skin, marlowe swatted their calloused hand away with his damp one. in one swift swipe, a thick dollop of blood coated his webbed fingers, the substance warm and familiar to the touch. without pause, he raised his crimson-painted claws to the pirate’s blabbering lips, their cleverness beginning to chafe at his nerves.     “ go on then, indulge in your love. but i must warn you : i am only as giving as i am selfish. “

his mockery came to a halt at his savior’s quick show. no longer did covers of cotton or wool conceal the illustrious beauty that was their mortality. sinewy. carnal. oh-so human. marlowe ripped his hungry eyes away, flinching with unease as they forewarned what was to come. pain was not pleasant when he was the one to act as victim.     “ by all means, do not fret on my behalf. i am subject to your whim, so says our empty deal. “     he allowed his head to lean back, resting it comfortably against their muscled shoulder. the beating of their pulse, mere inches away, was a comforting thrum that eased his nervous state. the position was carefully chosen as it was precarious : should the pirate choose to act unkindly, their neck was displayed nicely before marlowe’s fangs, ready to strike in retaliation. leaning in just a bit, his hushed voice brushed at the lobe of their ear.,     “ be quick about it, though, and don’t stop. even if i scream. “

[dxrkenedheights]

where: the looking glass boutique with: hazel st. james and constance marlow @blackheartatl

★・・・・・・★

Of course the invitation to the DuPont fundraiser meant Connie would call upon Hazel for a shopping trip. It wasn't exactly a familial bond they shared but it was...something. In many ways, Hazel felt sorry for Constance. Hired to raise two broken teens that didn't need much raising, and also endure the backstabbing world of Brookwood Hills at the same time. Connie tried with all her might to bond with the only other girl in her vicinity but Hazel wasn't at all similar. Even now, browsing through rows of dresses she had a frown on her face which only changed into an awkward smile when her eyes met with Connie's. "Find anything?" she asked, pulling the first dress that seemed appropriate from the hanger just so she seemed engaged. "Is orange too bold?" she laughed, holding it against her. "I do have the nice Chanel dress you gave me, that I wore to one of these things before. I haven't gotten around to..." she paused because she was about to admit that she donated most things. "Taking...selfies in...yet."

[wolfpants]

10 characters, 10 fandoms, 10 tags

Thank you for the tag, @maziktheli! <3

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001. Captive Prince - Laurent, Crown Prince of Vere and Acquitart

You see? He has forgiven me for the small matter of the whip. I have forgiven him for the small matter of killing my brother. All praise the alliance.

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002. Call Me By Your Name - Elio Perlman

Every time I go back to Rome, I go back to that one spot. It is still alive for me, still resounds with something totally present, as though a heart stolen from a tale by Poe still throbbed under the ancient slate pavement to remind me that, here, I had finally encountered the life that was right for me but had failed to have.

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003. The Song of Achilles - Patroclus

We reached for each other, and I thought of how many nights I had lain awake loving him in silence.

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004. Christopher Marlowe's Edward II - King Edward II of England

What Gaveston, welcome: kis not my hand, Embrace me Gaveston as I do thee: Why shouldst thou kneele, knowest thou not who I am? Thy friend, thy selfe, another Gaveston. Not Hilas was more mourned of Hercules, Then thou hast beene of me since thy exile.

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005. Interview with the Vampire (2022) - Louis de Pointe du Lac

I was being hunted. And I was completely unaware it was happening.

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006. Portrait of a Lady on Fire - Héloïse

Imagine me happy or unhappy if that reassures you. But do not imagine me guilty.

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007. House of the Dragon - Aemond Targaryen

Do not mourn me, Mother. It was a fair exchange. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon.

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008. The Binding - Emmett Farmer

We kissed as if we could stop the earth turning, as if we were enemies as well as lovers, as if we'd never see each other again.

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009. Hereditary - Annie Graham

Don't you swear at me, you little shit! Don't you ever raise your voice at me, I am your mother. You understand? All I do is worry and slave and defend you, and all I get back is that fucking face on your face!

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010. freely, as men strive for right - Harry Potter*

... he is the love of my whole disasterous fucking life, I am stupid in love with him, would murder and die in love with him, if he asked me to blind myself so I'd never see another tall, blond man again, I'd probably fucking do that too in love with him...

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*okay so this is technically a fandom within a fandom - it's @bixgirl1's wonderful fic, which is so good and SO UP THERE for me that is might as well be canon to be honest. Read it if you haven't. It destroyed me.

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No pressure tagging @academicdisasterfic @oknowkiss @emmalovesdilemmas @skeptiquewrites @sorrybutblog @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm @moony-saraneth @maesterchill @getawayfox @thebooktopus

[gellertalbus]

Kit Marlowe every frame challenge (11/?)

[bebx]

he’s literally so precious to me. I miss him :(