#thread&.{edith}

[ulyflynn]

closed for: @edietello

where: docks near fisher's cove

The ride down to the docks was more familiar to him than the back of his own hand, the turns from Ocean Crest remained the same unlike his extremity where healing scratches that once held glass shards and stitched split knuckles still stung every time he used the hand clutch on his bike.

He parked up outside the Tello house in a space that he had once claimed as his own, the walk to where Javier’s boat was docked feeling like an endless stretch. It had been his idea to meet, his conversation with his sister fresh on his mind and still he can’t find it in himself to trust that it wouldn’t go sideways like most things he tried to right.

It’s too late to turn back as he nears the boat and the blonde, not needing to check his phone to know the time. It had to be seven thirty on the dot, Edie wouldn’t have arrived a minute earlier or later.

“Hey.”

[lost-soul-in-time]

Edith has been busy lately, and it’s only now that she’s emerged from her cocoon of information in the restricted area of the library.

As much as her abilities may have begun to prosper with time and attention to detail, she’s still not fluent in her power. There are areas which she cannot tread to alone, spells she can’t control as well as someone with more experience may. That’s what leads her to wait for Merrick in her assigned room of work, hands holding onto the reason she’s here in the first place.

She knows the answer is in here, she just— she only needs to open it and prove that her instinct is correct. Black arts were something she never wanted to work with, especially seeing the affects of it with her brother, but it would only be this once. If her mother didn’t dispose of it, she must have known it would be of use to her someday, right?

The leather of the book possessed a subtle sheen over the black exterior and, although increasingly supple, the charmed lock over it allowed for not a single soul to see its contents. There’s a red hue over Edith’s fingertips, evidence of her burns from her own attempts at making the lock give way.

It would work.

She waits.

@merrick-of-violet

[buddywellls]

buddy 📲 edie.

Buddy: Hey Buddy: Been a while Buddy: You doing alright?

[writtn]

@popcultr liked this post for some starters.

" tell the truth . . . My dress looks cheap, doesn't it ? " It is way cheaper than the last dress she bought right before her family lost all their money. She crosses arms over her chest as her expression settles on that of a scowl. She can't stand the way the fabric feels, even though it's the same kind of fabric used to make other dresses of higher price tags.

[hells-greatestdad]

*Wraps her arms around his waist and lays her head against his back.*

"Did you need some attention?"

He's more than happy to give it.

[mackmontgomery]

closed for: @edietello

where: sharky's

With a careful step over the red tricycle that he's endlessly curious about the origin of -- where did OnlyFans Billy the Puppet get it? Did she always have it? -- Mack makes himself known to Edie with his best Melania Trump greeting along with the whisper of his DIY'd spindly Slenderman fingers along the back of her neck.

"Hellooooo."

[cigvrettedvet]

          edith was no stranger to having movie nights with her friends. but for some reason, it felt a little more exciting with indie. while those other nights were spent watching the corniest movies edith had ever seen, she and indie were able to watch the good stuff. however, edith was sure she had gone a little overboard when it came to snacks - chuckling to herself as she set everything up on the table in front of indie. “so . . . i wasn’t quite sure what you liked and i know i could’ve asked but i wanted to surprise you,” edith explained with a grin, “but i really hope you’re not a fan of twizzlers because i already call dibs,” edith replied, grabbing the pack just to make sure. “how about we start with your favorite for tonight? we have the same taste anyways so i already know it’ll be terrifying but good.”  // @persephonyed​

[nagaficat]

Edith Piaf Plays in the Background

The mysterious object she found in the Aukes’ base constantly tugs at Deirdre’s mind.  Someone used it to send her flowers at the precise moment she needed to see something cheerful and hopeful.  Perhaps the sight of them coupled with the need to find her son again is why she returned from the brink.  She needs to thank whoever it was.  She needs them to know just how important it was to her.

She sets the object down in the middle of a makeshift table in their base and sits in front of it.  It had disappeared a live core she had placed in it and she wonders if the flower giver had received that.  It is a shame she doesn’t have anything lovely to offer in exchange other than just her words.

“This leads somewhere,” she explains to anyone around who might care to listen.  “I believe that someone is on the other end and will receive whatever is placed into this light.  I owe them my gratitude and think I have an idea to find out who it is as well as test my theory.”

Deirdre pulls out her own journal.  It was something she was sure to pack in preparation for this mission.  Every since her memories were lost, she has written in one daily.  It had been the suggestion of Lord Arvis in an attempt to calm her worries that she might forget everything again.  The fear of memory loss is considerably less now that she knows what caused it but it is still a habit that she finds hard to break.

She tears out a page, pulls out a quill, and begins to write.

I do not know who you are but the flowers you sent through here are beautiful.  They found me at the perfect time and have brought hope to myself and my companions.  I wish I was able to send you something lovely in return but the landscape here is awfully dismal.  Thank you for reminding us that there is beauty still out there somewhere.

Much Love,

Deirdre

She draws a heart next to her name and folds the paper in half after the ink dries.  “If I am correct, I simply need to stick it into the light and it will be delivered!”  The paper is placed into the light and vanishes and Deirdre smiles triumphantly.

[vtriol]

“ na, @inhaunts, where you going t'day? ” they lean over her shoulder, looking at what she scribbled on some stray pieces of paper. the room was barely lit by the morning sun, but edith seemed like she hadn't slept. “ you t'inking of goin' for the graveyard? ”

[dweemeister]

Mark Bridges wins the Academy Award for Best Costume Design for Phantom Thread (2017) – presented by Eva Marie Saint

At the 90th Academy Awards, the audience was treated to a sprightly Eva Marie Saint (Best Supporting Actress winner for 1952's On the Waterfront and co-star of 1959's North by Northwest), imparting a story about one encounter about famed costume designer Edith Head (a record eight-time winner and 35-time nominee in this category).

The winner that evening was Mark Bridges for Phantom Thread, a movie about an intensely dedicated dressmaker who has a tumultuous relationship with a model. This was second Academy Award for Bridges from his third nomination – previously winning for the silent film and Best Picture winner, The Artist (2011, France). As part of a challenge issued by host Jimmy Kimmel for this ceremony, Bridges also won a jet ski and a trip for two to Lake Havasu for delivering the shortest acceptance speech of the ceremony.

This was Phantom Thread's lone Academy Award win from six nominations, including Original Score (Jonny Greenwood), Supporting Actress (Lesley Manville), Actor (Daniel Day-Lewis in his final film role before retirement), Director (Paul Thomas Anderson), and Best Picture.

[ulyflynn]

uly 📲 edie.

Uly: Can I see you @edietello

[pescastories]

◜♥ @winters-club 【Glamrock Chica】 // Starter Call◝

Honestly, being stuck here in this place after closing is the last thing she would've wanted, more or less anyone; yet here she was! The worst thing of them all was having to hide from the multiple animatronics that decided to give chase to someone like her. Of course with past things she encountered, she was able to hide behind one of the counters within the food court of the Pizzaplex from Glamrock Chica, hoping she wouldn't be easily caught.

[prxcticalmxgic]

💬 STARTER FOR @knivesdrcwn​

“You really don’t want to test me right now.” 

[buddywellls]

closed for: @edietello

where: buddy and sola's

"Hey," Buddy greets, stepping aside once he opened the door to clear the way for Edie step into his space. A 'can I come over' text from her tended not to give much away -- much like the sender herself -- and his curiosity is piqued as he closed the door behind her.

"You want anything to drink, or?"

He leaves the question open ended, not feeling the need to elaborate on the offer to not talk given it's what they did best.

[winterrrnight]

unravel

PAIRING: frat!soft!rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: rafe has had his eyes set on the girl who isn't falling for his charms the way every girl seems to do.

WARNINGS: college!au; reader is hard to get, an ambivert, reserved; rafe is just frat!rafe in the start but slowly develops into extremely soft!rafe; a lot of comfort; rafe calls reader princess; intentional lower case

EDITH SPEAKS: this was initially just a little concept on rafe pining for a hard to get reader, but it got longer than the usual word count of my concepts so it's now a little fic! i hope this is extremely comforting cause I swear we all need this 💞🥹 just wanna say I'm here for every single one of you 💗💗

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rafe’s heard it all; hot, sexy, handsome, charming, and boy, does he eat it up each time. he knows he is a 10 out of 10, and when each girl in college is always on her knees for him, it doesn’t help but only boosts his ego.

but when you come around, it is all so different.

you don’t give into his charms the way everyone else seems to give. you aren’t running after him like a lost puppy, you aren’t pining for him, and that sets rafe off.

and that’s exactly why he needs you.

he catches you any moment he can; before class, after class, in the cafeteria, in the huge lawn, outside your dorms; any moment he sees you, he’s coming over to you, and never being able to keep his mouth shut.

“so princess…”

“shut up.”

that’s basically how all your conversations go. you roll your eyes at him each time and just walk away, but he has a smirk pulling on his lips all the damn time, always walking right next to you.

it’s like he’s forgotten about all the other girls in college. the ones who are willingly ready to take him, to give him attention every second of every day; but here he wants you, who doesn’t even make eye contact with him for more than two seconds without you rolling your eyes at him.

he always looks at you as the reserved kind of person. you aren’t seen around with a big group of friends, but just two or three close ones. you aren’t always talking, but you are quite open with your close friends. it’s hard to gather much information about you from around, and he believes that if it was the other way round, information about him would be so easily accessible. oh, and it does not help that your instagram is private and you still haven’t accepted his request.

if anything, that intrigues him even more. he wants to get close to you, to find out more about you, to unravel every thread of your existence till he knows you better than you know yourself.

it’s a nice spring afternoon, and rafe had quite few classes as compared to usual. he decides to head to the library – a place whose exact location he didn’t even know until 5 months into college – to finish this goddamned essay that’s been hanging on his head for the past week now.

as he walks inside, the vexed look on his face is instantly replaced by a quite simpered one when he spots you. he’s already making his way to you, around 20 different one liners in his head he can kick start the conversation with to see that irritated look on your face which he adores with his whole heart. but the coy smile leaves just the next second when he gets a clear look at you.

you’re crying.

your head hangs low as you’re quietly sobbing so absolutely no one else can hear you; but then the library is quite empty. your eyes are shut tight as tears roll down your hot cheeks, and rafe feels his heart physically break.

break in such a way that if you hear carefully, you can hear it shattering.

a frown etches his lips and a deep furrow forms in his brows as he slowly makes his way to you.

“princess…” he mutters softly, keeping a gentle hand on your shoulder. you’re startled at the sudden touch which causes you to gasp and makes you look up, your blurry eyes coming in contact with his warm, blue ones.

“not now rafe…” you whisper, shifting your shoulder which causes rafe’s hand to drop. you move a hand to your face to wipe off your tears, sniffling silently.

“hey talk to me…” he whispers softly, sitting down in the empty chair next to you. he doesn’t touch you in any way, just keeps a soft gaze at you and notices how you still keep your head down, trying your best to not sob as much as you were earlier. he makes a quick note of how your fingers are pulling onto each other, pinching and squeezing the flesh of them.

rafe knows for sure he’s never experienced anything sadder than watching tears roll down your pretty face. he knows it’s the last thing he wants to see. and he knows he wants to be the one who makes sure a tear never falls down your face ever again.

“listen princess…” he whispers, leaning just a bit closer to you, “you can trust me okay? you really can,” he gently places a hand over your snaked fingers, causing you to stop your fidgeting. his hand is warm, and as he gently caresses the back of your hand with his thumb, you can slowly feel your tears dying down.

rafe gently holds one of your hand and brings it up to his chest, placing it right above his heart. you look up to him, your glassy eyes slightly widened at his action. “just feel it okay?” he whispers. “try to match your breathing with it.” you feel the rhythmic thumping of his heart under your palm, and your expression softens as your eyes flutter shut, your breathing starting to match with his.

“good… good…” he whispers gently, moving his other hand to gently wipe your cheeks. his breath gets caught in his throat when he sees you don’t move away, but ever so subtly lean more into his touch.

“talk whenever you feel like, I’m not putting you in any hurry…” he mumbles, his thumb now gently skimming your cheek in a periodic manner, his palm resting against your cheek, and your face nuzzling against the warmth of his hand.

you nod at his words, just letting his soothing words, touch and presence take all over your senses, before you slowly collect your thoughts to talk to him.

if rafe would’ve earlier known that the way to your heart wasn’t dropping a snarky one liner each time he sees you, but to provide you a safe and comforting space to open up in, he would’ve done it way sooner.

because he’s finally doing what he wanted.

unraveling every thread of your existence till he knows you better than you know yourself.

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[officialdaydreamer00]

Flowers of a summer day

in which your significant other finally agreed to go outside with you for an impromptu picnic.

pairing: idia shroud x yuu/reader

contents: short oneshot, this is just angst with a happy ending tbh, idia might be ooc pls don't shoot me (^-^; ), reader is referred to as yuu, gender neutral reader and narrated with you/yours, reader has powers to manipulate plants (mainly flowers) to a certain extent

★ the daydreamer speaks — my entry for @cloudcountry's sweet shroud summer 2024!! this is literally an excuse to stimulate the brainworms hehe. also i was braiding my hair and my brain went "gasp. idea!! :D" and there you have it ^-^

do i tag? yes, i do. my main idia liker: @edith-is-a-cat, others: @identity-theft-101 @ferris-the-wheel @xen-blank @twistwonderlanddevotee @loser-jpg @lemonchuu

remember to reblog if you enjoy my work!!

"Is all of this really necessary?"

A chuckle.

"Well, yes, it is."

Summer was just around the corner.

The sun was shining brightly, accompanied by clouds bracketed to the clear blue sky. Flowers glimmered, blooming under the sunlight like jewels. The summer's breezes picked up their faint yet comforting scents, carrying them to distant lands. It was hot out in the flower field, indeed, but the forest surrounding it and a pond nearby helped cooled the air down. Birds took places hidden in the trees, singing a special harmony only they could do, tying every pieces of details together for a lovely summer day.

... It was also how Idia found himself sitting under a tree looking towards his beloved's flower field, having his hair braided and played with.

"You're killing me with the sun, Yuu-shi..."

You only chuckled at his incessant mutterings under his breath as your hands skilfully wove through his fiery long hair, braiding in flowers you grew with love and magic every now and then as you saw fit.

"But how can I refuse Ortho when he personally asked for my help?"

"That's—... Fair enough..."

He grew quiet as you continued on with your little mission.

If it was several years ago, someone told him that he'd have someone who loved and cared for him for his entirety, he'd malfunction and dismiss it as a cruel joke one would say to him. Until you came into his life, what with the ruckus in the opening ceremony.

He still didn't exactly get why you chose him. Him, of all people.

Every time he looked at you, you always shined, as bright as the sun, and as serene as the moon. Even in the drkest times, after every trouble you faced during your time on campus, you would still shined, as if nothing could diminish the light of your aura.

And he envied you for that.

Compared to you, he was no one special, a strange individual even, and not in a good way. Seven, he would agree if you outright said that to his face. He hope you didn't think of him so low like that, however, since it's not like you befriended him if you thought so, right?

... Right?

Oh, who was he kidding? Would you still be with him if you saw how weird he actually was? Would you get tired of him? Would you leave him one day? He would understand if you do leave him behind one day, but by Seven, would it hurt so much and he would never leave his room again if you—

—The sound of you humming tore through his suffocating thoughts, saving him from sinking even deeper down that rabbit hole.

'Right... No point in dweling into that anymore...' He thought, focusing on the soft hands threading through his hair.

You chose him. You stayed by his side, willingly. And even after everything he did, you forgave him. And you loved him for who he was.

"And... Done! There we go."

He looked so different in the mirror that you carried along, with his fiery hair cascading down his back, and the peonies and violets woven in the intricate braids. A lovely product of your creative mind.

Perhaps going outside once in a while wasn't as bad as he thought it was.

He felt himself smiling, his hair glowing a soft pink shade. It was a comforting thought, knowing he could live with moments like this. For eternity, if you would agree.