#your fears controlling you(aesthetics/musings)

[quinloki]

Donquixote Doflamingo - BITTER

Requestor: @tenzeniths Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB they/them - no pronouns or bodily description was used in the final result. CW: Manipulation, abuse, kidnapping, threats of violence, bodily manipulation, angst, amnesia is background in this one, Doflamingo is his own content warning

You’d seen it, the feathers, the distinct shade of pink. You didn’t want to think he would’ve traveled so far to find you. To leave the Grandline with all his plans and ambitions. But no one else dressed like that, and even if they ever had before, with his status now they wouldn’t dare.

You ran through the streets you’d spent the last few months learning specifically for this reason. Taking alleys and shortcuts only the locals could have hoped to know better, and even then most locals would stick to the main roads.

The problem had started nearly three years ago. Something had happened, even now you couldn’t remember what it was - an accident, or something intentional, but you lost your memories. It had taken a long time for them to return to you, and when they did you realized that you had been duped the entire time you’d been with him.

Donquixote Doflamingo, “king” of Dressrosa, and Warlord of the Government.

The source of your nightmares and a terrifying puppet master. You had believed his actions toward you to be a mercy at first, but getting to see your life with eyes devoid of manipulated memories was all you needed. Despite the risks, you put yourself first, planned everything, and fled the island successfully.

But even with that success you knew that getting away wasn’t going to be easy. You’d warmed the man’s bed, stoked his ego, given him everything he wanted in exchange for a life of bliss and ignorance. You’d already changed as much of yourself as you could. Cut your hair, dyed it, started wearing clothes you didn’t really like in aesthetics or style, and more. No more jewels, no more makeup.

You worked physical jobs, and had a very small room that was little more than a place to rest your head and eat in peace. You had to be unrecognizable at this point.

You had to be.

You slipped into your small home, pulling shutters and curtains, blocking every part of the world you could and keeping your lights out. Your new life had just found a rhythm. You were beginning to make friends, and even save up a few extra berries so you could splurge on some nice food. You’d gotten into debt when you first arrived because you’d had nothing to your name.

The people here hadn’t been unreasonable, and it had only taken a month to pay back what was lent. Because of that you didn’t want to go running to anyone for help right now. It was best to isolate yourself, and hope that if Doflamingo was here, it wouldn’t be for long at all.

You had food enough, money enough, and good will enough to miss a couple days and play it off as an unexpected cold.

A knock at your door nearly stops your heart. You squeeze into the corner and hold your breath, doing everything you can to make yourself unnoticeable. It didn’t matter who was at the door, you needed to not exist for a couple days.

You let your breath out slowly, breathing in just as painfully slow.

It feels like the air caresses your skin and you nearly sob as a compulsion you can’t control brings you to your feet. Fear and knowing break you before you can even panic.

When you open the door to your small home, you’re not surprised by the sight before you.

He’s impossibly tall, the fluffy pink coat he wears filling in any other gaps in the doorway. The smile on his face is a mix of amusement and anger, but you can’t even muster the humanity to react to it. You’ve disappeared into yourself, more puppet than human.

“There you are.” He muses, his strings bringing you up to his eye level as a single finger makes sure you’re looking at him. “My precious little doll.”

You hang limply in the air, vacant eyes almost looking through him rather than at him. He’s quiet for a moment, and when you don’t say anything - to beg or try to convince him he’s got the wrong person - his toothy smile pulls wider.

“Not so much as a word of thanks for finding you after you got yourself lost?” The words are clipped as his anger is straining beneath his skin. “Are you going to let me believe you ran away from me?”

The tone of his words chills you and you shake your head.

“… Thank you, young master,” you say carefully. “For finding me. I… I was… so scared.” The words overlap with your current terror and the mask cracks enough for you to shed a few tears.

The anger fades even as the smile stays, and he tilts your face a little. “There, there, little doll, no matter how far you wander, I’ll always find you.” He promises, leaning forward and capturing your lips. You react to the kiss - to not react at all would be unwise, but you’re careful not to come across too desperately.

It’s a game, and you both know the truth of things. You need only to admit defeat to ensure you keep your life. If you continue to defy him after being caught it would only be worse for you, but if you throw yourself at him in an attempt to deceive him entirely, he’ll react poorly to the deception.

There was a fine-line between playing along and lying, and knowing how to walk that line was going to be the difference between enjoying your captivity, or not. If life in the cage was inevitable, it was best to be deluded into some sense of comfort.

One large arm wraps around you, holding you to his chest as the strings fall away and the control of your own movements is returned to you. He lets you stay nuzzled under his coat, mostly hidden from view as he walks through the streets of the city.

“Is there anyone you wish to say farewell to, little doll?” He questions in a way that almost sounds caring.

You shake your head. “… The people here kept me safe while I waited for you to find me, young master.” You say carefully. “But I have no attachments.”

There’s a silence that’s heavy and calculating between you, and you do your best to keep your composure. He brings you up a little, kissing the top of your head.

“We’ll reward them for keeping you safe then,” he says, and relief washes over your body as he and the crew leave the island without any further action.

You were set upon a chair in Doflamingo’s cabin, and stayed mostly still while he and the crew set sail. He praised you for waiting patiently for him.

“Of course, young master,” you say, a little more emotion - a little more acceptance - coming into your voice. “Last time I moved around needlessly, I got lost.

“I need to become a better doll, so that you don’t have to worry about me again.”

[iibonniee]

Day 17 | Son Hyunwoo

Paring: Son Hyunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.1k

Prompt: Holiday Wedding

Masterlist

Tags: @doveslittlekpoparchive @choicethot @xosunny@heaviihamonii

It was always about making sure preparations were perfect. That’s what she thought went into weddings. Y/N spent countless nights huddled over her dream wedding planner, making meticulous lists in loopy handwriting detailing every aspect, from the custom-made crystals and silver ornaments that would hang from the frosted evergreen boughs to the beautiful expanse of white satin, pearls, and lace that was to be her wedding dress.

Her childhood dream came true because of the man she had fallen head over heels with.

Y/N’s dreams expanded into every sphere of wedding planning. She latched onto every tiny detail, hopped from shop to shop, and scoured through numerous wedding-themed web pages. Looking for that perfect decor element that would contribute to the overall wintry aesthetic of their wedding. Her eyes constantly searched for something that adequately represented the love between her and Hyunwoo, something extraordinary.

She fell in love with the idea of including tiny white bells in decorations that would chime melodiously every time the winter breeze swept by, reminding everyone of the blissful union taking place. It wasn’t just the decoration; her dedication even extended to the menu. She envisioned dishes that would emanate the warmth of Christmas, such as the cinnamon-infused hot chocolate and all-time favorite roast turkey with all the trimmings. She wanted their love to be encapsulated within each detail - a testament to shared moments and cherished memories.

She took time selecting her wedding attire, fabric woven with pearls and laces and a train as soft as snowflakes. She wanted to look like a winter princess, a vision of radiant beauty against the snowy backdrop. And she spent hours helping Hyunwoo pick out his suit - a sharp ensemble in gray tones, a perfect contrast to the white scenery they’d be standing in.

The wedding venue was another thought-consuming aspect. It had to be a snowy site, enveloped in tranquility and serenity as she had always dreamed of. It would be a place where friends and family could gather, united in their love and affection, while the snow formed a soft, white carpet beneath their feet.

Yet, every task was shared; every decision made had their love at its core. Hyunwoo was there, sharing in the vast process and adding his ideas, which were always welcomed by Y/N’s discerning eye. He was beside her, providing reassurance when the preparations seemed overwhelming.

And the reason behind all this? With his love, Hyunwoo had unlocked the gateway to her imagination and painted her reality in the hues of her childhood dreams. By marrying him, she illustrated her dream onto the canvas of life, color by color and detail by detail. And these weren’t just the musings of their wedding day - they were the blueprint of their eternity.

“You tell me your visions, and I’ll make them a reality,” Hyunwoo whispered softly as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders to peek at her computer. She turned her head to meet his gazing eyes.

“What if it doesn’t snow? Or there isn’t enough snow?”

Hyunwoo tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, finding comfort in her anxiety-filled eyes. “Darling, we cannot control the weather, but we can control how we react,” he began softly, tracing calming patterns on her arm, “If it doesn’t snow, or there isn’t enough, we’d still be surrounded by people we love, isn’t that enough of a fairy tale?”

His gentle reassurances eased her worries slowly, the warmth of his words melting her fears away. Every time she faltered, he was there, reminding her of the magic within them, the love that truly mattered. As they journeyed towards the wedding day, Y/N found the beauty of shared dreams through the promises in his eyes.

On their wedding day, much against her anxieties, nature had conspired to fulfill her dreams. A blanket of pristine snow covered the lands, a perfect canvas for their ceremony. The bare trees now bore jackets of wild snowflakes, their naked branches transformed into a lacework of frosty glass. It was as if Christmas had descended early, and the day held the promise of Y/N’s perfect winter wonderland wedding.

The entire setting was bathed in the ambiance of a splendid festivity. Crimson and emerald green decorations shone vividly against the serene white, reflecting their Christmas spirit. The handpicked white bells sang melodious whispers every time the wind blew, spreading the symphony of their love to each ear it reached.

The gentle snowfall added an extra touch of magic that made the scene nothing short of a fairy tale. Y/N’s heart fluttered at the sight, her anxieties wholly muted. At that moment, she realized that Hyunwoo was right. Even without the snow, it would have still been their perfect day. But with the snow and the universe conspiring in their favor, it was truly a day out of her dreams.

As their guests started to arrive, a collective gasp filled the air—a marvel at the wintry wonderland they found themselves in. Friends and family wove through the frost-lit evergreen trees, taking their seats, their breath forming little clouds in the chilly air. Excitement built in anticipation of the couple emerging from the cozy indoor warming area.

Y/N appeared first, radiant and ethereal, her white satin and lace wedding dress shimmering in the dim winter sunlight, making her look like the Snow Queen, creating a mesmerizing contrast against the blanket of snow. Her every step on the white carpet was elegant and purposeful, her veil fluttering gently with the caressing winter breeze.

A gasp echoed around them as Hyunwoo made his appearance. His gray suit made him look every bit like the prince in their winter fairy tale, ready to claim his queen. Their eyes met across the snowy aisle, locking onto each other in pure love and joy, the world around them fading into a distant whisper.

Their ceremony was brief but deeply touching. With every emotion-filled vow they exchanged, the wedding bells rang in the background, their chimes filling the air with a sense of completeness. The pure snowfall seemed to hush at their declarations of love, respecting this serene moment.

The kiss they shared once they were pronounced spouses brought brilliant smiles to everyone’s faces. It was magic, a moment captured in time. Their love story was etched into each snowflake that fell, every chime of the bells, and every applause that echoed against the frosty air. This winter wonderland was no longer just a backdrop; it was a living testament to Y/N’s dreams and a prologue to their beautiful journey. Their happily ever after began here, painted in shades of white under the benevolent snowfall, just as she had envisioned.

[systastic]

Cool!! Then I was wondering if I could get a level 3 Alter with the FC of The Strawberry Floormaster from Your Turn To Die? TYSM.

ooh, meow hasn’t heard of that!!! ill check it out nya~ -🍥

full disclosure: we went a bit off the rails w this one. zir image gives ‘crazy murderer’ vibes for some reason. if u want edits, let us know. -🌲

name :: queen, velvette, satin, lace, bliss, rose, mercy, vera (short for verity)

age :: 21

pronouns :: she/her, it/its, nameself, hy/hyr, zie/zir, other/others, gur/guro, game/games

roles :: persecutor, antagonizer, berserker, chaosnaut, obsessor, hyperrose holder

species :: doll / alien

gender identity (gore warning!) :: dulcreepic, gurolocuteic, etehungeturic

orientation :: panromantic, polysexual (obsessive love disorder)

source :: brainmade, semi-YTTD

aesthetic (gore warning!) :: yami kawaii, kimoicore, ero-guro, yandere

appearance description :: bliss dresses in cute yet extravagant ribbon-filled clothing. the more bows, lace, and frills it has on it, the better it becomes in hyr eyes. hy has long pink hair — or would it be ‘had’? no; vera’s hair simply shifts to better match her current outfit, albeit with a sort of “punk” style to it. queen maintains a perfectly clean outfit even when actively maiming someone, as she tends to use machines or traps to do the work for her. all of queen’s traps share queens sense of extravagance, whether it be glitter-laced acid tanks, ribbon-made nets, butterfly shaped axes or candy-colored saws. mercy names zir traps after the people they’ve killed: kimiko the axe, lance the acid tank, delilah the razor wire… it helps keep her company in an otherwise lonely maze. lace has pink eyes, but when other gets murderous, intense, or obsessive, they turn a bloody red. unknown to hyr guests, gur has knives strapped to guro legs underneath guro frilly skirts. if any guests try to disobey or break the rules, mercy is quick to cut them down to size.

personality description :: cheerful, sweet and bouncy, queen is the perfect example of pristine behavior. zie is friendly and welcoming to the guests who “visit” her section of the mind. visitors are invited for tea and cakes… but they taste odd… are they- drugged? indeed they are. anyone who has dared to step into satin’s realm will become a new participant in hyr games whether they want it or not. the thoughts that lie behind those eyes are so diabolical and downright torturous that it makes even the devil weep. in satin’s eyes, everything is just one extravagant game. why, you ask? well… why not? things come and go, so why not play with it a little? gambling your life away is a small choice to make with a big impact! at least, if you die, that is. queen is sadistic and revels in the pain of others. seeing hyr captives beg in fear strengths hyr resolve to chase them down and make them work for their freedom. if someone wants to live so badly, then show it! fight for it! how can your life truly be lived if all you do is cower and hide from the things that scare you?! velvette intends to instill its system mates with a deep and powerful will to live and survive — though, in all truth, this doesn’t always work. it hasn’t stopped her from trying.

likes :: any sort of game, creating elaborate traps and deadly puzzles, solving non-lethal puzzles others have made, death traps, regular traps, torture methods, breaking her captive’s minds, torturing people in zir death maze, cute lolita style dresses, strawberry cake, baking, the smell / taste of fear, the saw movies (they give zir “inspiration” for zir death mazes/games), horror games with multiple ways to die (ib, mad father, the witch’s house), anything with a large amount of gore and/or horror, slasher movies, creepypastas, and musing over new ways to kill somebody

dislikes :: disobedience, rule breakers, people who refuse to play hyr games, losing control over a situation, those who faint over blood (what an overreaction — can’t they see how beautiful it is?), bitter tastes, spiky mouthfeel like whole durians and pineapple, black clothing, goth/emo subculture and style, point-blank murder (there’s no eloquence in shooting someone! it has to be bigger than that! grander! worthy of paying attention to!), lengthy monologues (just let her play already, damnit!), people with main character syndrome, and not getting her way

front triggers :: games of any kind, horror movies pertaining to games/traps, the current object of hyr obsession

signoff :: 🍓, 💝, or 🎀

image source here

[marblecarved]

your muse’s aesthetics as the four seasons.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what applies to them sometimes. please repost, don’t reblog !

winter: a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

spring: the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym / training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

summer: lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

fall: the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[aonokumura]

disney song lyric aesthetics!

BOLD all that apply to your muse. — change pronouns as needed

( repost, don’t reblog! )

All those years, outside looking in / All that time, never even knowing just how blind I've been / Standing here, it's, oh, so clear: I'm where I'm meant to be /  All those days chasing down a daydream/ All at once, everything looks different now that I see you / Look at you, as fragile as a flower / Mother knows best / On your own, you won't survive / When will my life begin? / And violence-wise, my hands are not the cleanest / You can count me with the dreamers / This is why you never should have left / They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch / Yes, I've had the odd complaint, but on the whole I've been a saint / And don't underestimate the importance of body language / Wish I could be part of that world / She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her / He's become a a one-man rise in crime / You ain’t never had a friend like me! / When did you last let your heart decide? / Soaring, tumbling, freewheeling through an endless diamond sky / I can't go back to where I used to be / I wish I could be the perfect daughter / If I go there's just no telling how far I'll go /  I can lead with pride, I can make us strong / All the time wondering where I need to be is behind me / I'm on my own, to worlds unknown / Well, it's nice to see that humans never change / So, what can I say except ‘You're welcome’? / I will sparkle like a wealthy woman's neck / Send your armies, but they'll never be enough / You try to be tough, but your armor's just not hard enough / Sometimes the world seems against you / The journey may leave a scar / The people you love will change you / And nothing on earth can silence the quiet voice still inside you / I will carry you here in my heart / Come what may, I know the way / I have crossed the horizon to find you / They have stolen the heart from inside you / Born of cold and winter air / Strike for love and strike for fear / There’s beauty and there’s danger here / It's like you've gone away / They say, ‘Have courage’,  and I'm trying to / 'Cause for the first time in forever, I won't be alone / Don't let them in, don't let them see / Be the good girl you always have to be / Conceal, don't feel, put on a show / Make one wrong move and everyone will know / All my life has been a series of doors in my face / But with you, I found my place / I’ve been searching my whole life to find my own place / A kingdom of isolation and it looks like I’m the queen / The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside / Couldn’t keep it in... Heaven knows I tried / Don’t let them in. Don’t let them see / Be the good girl you always have to be / Conceal, don’t feel / The cold never bothered me anyway / The fears that once controlled me, can’t get to me at all / No right, no wrong, no rules for me / You'll never see me cry / I'm never going back, the past is in the past / I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls / I've had my adventure, I don't need something new / I'm afraid of what I'm risking if I follow you / Every day's a little harder as I feel my power grow / I have always been a fortress, cold secrets deep inside / I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter / Now I see, that if I were truly to be myself, I would break my family's heart / Why is my reflection someone I don't know? / Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within / Mysterious as the dark side of the moon / You're unsuited for the rage of war

[fallingdarknesswarrior]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  . bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones.  tobogganing.  teeth chattering.  sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.  layered clothing.  seeing another’s breath.  loving the cold.  a state of inactivity.  cold hands.  blistering winds shaking the closed windows.  a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.  cable knit socks.  a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.  hating the cold.  full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin.  deep conversations.  watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.  hot cocoa.  smelling every candle in the store.  a wild snow storm.  melancholy.  lighting candles around the bathtub.  snow globes.  expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words . the softest of blankets.  liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair.  lightning when it strikes.  cherry blossoms.  bright mornings.  the first sign of hope.  the relief of finding something you lost.  paris in the spring.  birds chirping.  the art of growing.  a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.  a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger.  planning.  saccharine pinks.  making promises.  trying something new.  hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.  sitting on the steps of the met.  coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.  picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.  that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.  a long hike.  rushing when you can take your time.  going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.  rain boots

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.     lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again.  melting ice cream.  the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.  the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days.  the lone blow up floaty left in the pool.  drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.  music blasting at 3am. loud and proud.  palms trees on sunset boulevard.  longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.  sand castles.  road trips.  blood orange sunsets.  leaving the laundry to hang outside.  flowers in bloom.  sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment.  barefoot in the sand.  the street lights coming on.  the sound of the ocean in a seashell.  freshly squeezed lemonade.  loose clothing.  a cannonball into the pool.  sunflowers.  the hazy pink before dusk.  relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.  a heavy backpack.  the smell of old books.  eating until you’re stuffed.  deep, dark woods.  the silence in loudness. abandoned houses.  ripped jeans.  crunching leaves beneath feet.  feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.  sitting at a bay window.  having endless amount of homework.  charcoal drawings.  screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.  pumpkin patches.  creaky floorboards.  accepting that some things do have to change.  museums.  small talk. being ignored.  procrastinating.  a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.  baking pies.  the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.  a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days. belly laughter.  converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline.  writing a daily entry in a journal.  a lonely day.

[darkdoverpseeker]

🩰 🕊️ hello !! 22f & she/her … have been thinking about a plot i’d really love to explore and develop. i have been wanting to write a fxf plot that surrounds two famous singers , perhaps have been in a relationship for a while and who are completely adored by fans but their relationship is extremely tumultuous behind closed doors , or maybe , they have to keep their relationship a secret in fear of how the tabloids will react (opposites attract , maybe one has a very ‘good girl’ image whilst the other is known to be ‘reckless’) … honestly , i’m happy to develop it and i feel like there’s is so much we can explore with it ! i will say , i would love to include some darker themes within it , maybe some toxicity, power imbalances, control or exploring the price that often comes with fame. i will add that i do prefer writing the more submissive muse , so please keep that in mind.

my writing style tends to range from adv literate — novella but it varies , i do like a bit of length but i’m also not fussy about it !! i’m patient and don’t expect a reply straight away , always take your time. i really really love talking about our muses, sending and sharing musings and hcs, sharing aesthetics etc. so i’d love if you were enthusiastic about that too ! i do also have a fc in mind for this plot ! please give this a like if you’re interested and i’ll message you. men and minors please dni.

like if interested!

[lightcreators]

@sorcierchaton

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  . ( draco malfoy edition )

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.    a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.   watching the snow fall. sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk. being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping. crisp, cool days.   belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by: @familyname

tagging: @bccksmarts, @tiimecrash, @featherchan, @moonshinemuses, @sorcierchaton, @lcvelj, @sheyearns, @stealshearts, @lxckheart, @helltore; @motylheir & everyone interested by it ! 

[dhampiravidi]

four seasons aesthetic meme

your muse’s aesthetics as the four seasons.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don’t reblog !

winter: a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

spring: the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym / training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

summer: lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palm trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

fall: the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this from me !

@astral-athame

[brigadeleadxr]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.  cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.   cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.   hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of. pale skin.    deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   MELANCHOLY.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.  liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains.  being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.  cherry blossoms.    bright mornings. the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    THE ART OF GROWING.   a kiss on the cheek.    the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.  planning.  saccharine pinks.   making promises.  trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again.  melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   THE FEELING OF NEVER WANTING SOMETHING TO END.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.  freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.  the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.    the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack. the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods.the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.  having endless amount of homework. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.  creaky floorboards.  accepting that some things do have to change.  museums.   small talk.   being ignored.  procrastinating.   a door slamming shut. going to bed early.   baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. FEELING COMPLETELY AND TERRIBLY LOST. a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.  belly laughter.   converse.  foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by: N/A

tagging: @calcutec, @igniferous, @woerended​, @haruhisuzumiyachan​

[politesper-rip]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.     a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.  sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.   layered clothing.   seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.   a bitter remark.   a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm.   melancholy.   lighting candles around the bathtub.   snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair.   lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.   the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.    the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.   smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.   making promises.  trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.   seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again.  melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.   fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.   beach days.   the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud.   palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.   sand castles.   road trips.   blood orange sunsets.   leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.   the sound of the ocean in a seashell.   freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before.   sitting at a bay window.  having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches.  creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.  museums.   small talk.   being ignored.  procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.  belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by: N/A

tagging: @digitalworid​, @smijon​,  @tricksheart​,  @stovthearted​,  @brigadeleadxr​, @adoranoia​

[bccksmarts]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.    a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.    bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.    relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.    crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.  being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.   belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by: @familyname ( thank you mwah!! )

tagging: I'm the definition of a wimp so HAVE AT IT YOURSELVES

[malfaith]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.    a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.    bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.    relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.    crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.  being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.   belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagged by: @aliumvoces! ty!

tagging: @bccksmarts, @tnott, @lightcreators, @metaview, @stcllla, @ghcstrain!

[theallblue]

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.    a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.    bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.    relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.    crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.  being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.   belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

Tagging: @melodysian @battleguqin @bringxthexfirexmultimusesx @gumpistol and anyone else who wants to!

[marblecarved]

your muse's aesthetics as the seasons.

bold what applies to your muse, italicize what applies to them sometimes. please repost, don't reblog ! credit.

winter: a chill right down to the bones. tobogganing. teeth chattering. sleeping all day. sitting by the fireplace. spending time with family. layered clothing. seeing another’s breath. loving the cold. a state of inactivity. cold hands. blistering winds shaking the closed windows. a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them. cable knit socks. a bitter remark. a log cabin in the middle of nowhere. hating the cold. full length windows to peer out of. pale skin. deep conversations. watching the snow fall. sharp edges. hot cocoa. smelling every candle in the store. a wild snowstorm. melancholy. lighting candles around the bathtub. snow globes. expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words. the softest of blankets. liking, but not loving something or someone.

spring: the smell after it rains. being in control of yourself. a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes. cherry blossoms. bright mornings. the first sign of hope. the relief of finding something you lost. paris in the spring. birds chirping. the art of growing. a kiss on the cheek. the clap of thunder. a tornado in the valley. smiling at a stranger. planning. saccharine pinks. making promises. trying something new. hugs when you need them most. a bee sting. sitting on the steps of the met. coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm. picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun. that feeling you get when you put on a good dress. a long hike. rushing when you can take your time. going to the gym / training at ungodly hours. excitement for what’s coming. becoming yourself. rain boots.

summer: lanterns lit around a campfire. seeing the sunrise like it’s the first time again and again. melting ice cream. the warmth of sun rays upon skin. fireworks. the feeling of never wanting something to end. beach days. the lone blow up floaty left in the pool. drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else. music blasting at 3AM, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard. longer days and shorter nights. wanderlust. nights spent staring at the stars. sand castles. road trips. blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside. flowers in bloom. sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment. barefoot in the sand. the street lights coming on. the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade. loose clothing. a cannonball into the pool. sunflowers. the hazy pink before dusk. relaxation.

fall: the leaves changing colors. a heavy backpack. the smell of old books. eating until you’re stuffed. deep, dark woods. the silence in loudness. abandoned houses. ripped jeans. crunching leaves beneath feet. feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window. having endless amount of work. charcoal drawings. screaming into a pillow as loud as you can. pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards. accepting that some things do have to change. museums. small talk. being ignored. procrastinating. a door slamming shut. going to bed early. baking pies. the fear of walking alone in the dark. feeling completely and terribly lost. a twig snapping. crisp, cool days. belly laughter after crying. converse. foggy mornings at the shoreline. writing a daily entry in a journal. a lonely day.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you would like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this from me ! 

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SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  .

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑.      a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.   spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.    a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.    watching the snow fall.  sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆.     the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.    bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.   the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night.  pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.    relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.    crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk.  being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.   feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping.  crisp, cool days.   belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

tagging: @gnostis / @familyname / @chatcambrioleur / @theallblue / @shiigures