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justtuesdays · 2 years
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it’s the little things masterlist
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a love island the game college au
if the pressure of being on the number one ranked women’s volleyball team doesn’t break them— balancing their studies, friendships and relationships should be a breeze. so why was is that they were all inundated with drama and misunderstandings?
「Meet the Vipers」 「The Roster」
001. The Boy with the Heart Tattoo
002. We're Just Friends
003. Ships and Sirens
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justtuesdays · 2 years
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it’s the little things: meet the vipers
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5’7” | Los Ángeles, California
She’s tattooed herself once or twice.
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5’7” | New York, New York
The only one successfully triple majoring at Camden.
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5’9” | Brooklyn, New York
Loves Starbucks, hates coffee.
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5’8” | Cambridge, England
Still doesn’t have her driver’s license.
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5’8” | London, England
She’s made every dress she owns.
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5’10” | New York, New York
They speak five languages. No they won’t say which.
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5’5” | Bridgehampton, Long Island
Starts her mornings with a 5-mile run.
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justtuesdays · 2 years
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one-shot: henrik
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One-Shot | Link to AO3
aka To the Ends of the Earth
It's been years since Henrik last saw Arel, but he's sure he knows the girl from his childhood like the back of his hand. He'd follow her anywhere— he just hopes she'd let him.
— for @whatisreggieshortfor (hbd!)
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justtuesdays · 1 year
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original characters as ed sheeran songs pt. ii
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arel moriel
we keep this love is a photograph
we made these memories for ourselves
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santana savvel
yeah i was lookin’ for a way out, now i can’t escape
nothing’ happens after two, it’s true, it’s true, my bad habits lead to you
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roma valdez
fill up the engine, we can drive real far
go dancin’ underneath the stars
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lambda rojas
we push and pull like a magnet do
although my heart is pulling too
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justtuesdays · 1 year
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Henrik and Arel ❤️❤️❤️
Anon, I love them and miss them too. Those two show up in “It’s the Little Things”.
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justtuesdays · 3 years
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moodboard prompt: relationship
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Moodboard Prompt: ❤️ by @sailorpleiades for any OC and since I’m working on my fic of winter & spring, here’s a look at Arel and Henrik’s relationship.
Henrik wasn’t sure he’d ever find himself under the cover of the stars with none other than the Heir of Northern Lands. She was everything they told him she would be— intelligent, independent and direct. What they had forgotten to mention was that she was also stubborn, detached, and truly reserved. And yet, she had invited him here to this very spot, in the forest on her own. It all felt intimate, the two of them in the middle of the forest lying on the grass staring up at the stars, though he was sure this wasn’t what the Princess had in mind. It wasn’t until she turned to look at him, that he realized exactly what she had meant when she asked him to follow her. She had asked him to trust her. And how could he not? When he looked at her he saw the young girl who once asked him to teach her how to use a bow and arrow and promised him that she’d master it by the fall. He had chuckled and done just that, taught her. And here she was offering him the same trust she had given him then, a woman eleven years later trusting him to protect her as she lied beside him as herself and nothing more.
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justtuesdays · 3 years
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moodboard: of winter & spring
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mc - arel moriel faen
“Her ears attuned to the call of the forest, her heart to the memories of her parents and her mind to the voices of her people.”
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justtuesdays · 3 years
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moodboard prompt: our muses
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Moodboard Prompt: 💛 for @short-king-tim meaning myself, you’ve got to treat yourself sometimes. But seriously all the thanks to @sunshinejihyun for all her support, it inspired the two’s friendship.
Ant and Rel, or as the Northern Lands would have it, the Assassin and the Queen. The most unlikely pair, and the headache of all their friends. It’s interesting how much the two look alike— at the odd chance Ant wears clothes that cover up her notorious scars, that they could be mistaken for the other. Except, Ant has zero restrain on what comes out her mouth and it’s no surprise why she carries her sword at her side. Rel, well she can’t afford to act the same— she’s reserved and strategic, as heir to the throne, Arel has her duty to her people. So one might ask how the two make their friendship work? It’s rather simple actually, Ant and Rel have sworn to be completely honest to each other and to everyone’s puzzlement, the truth hasn’t kept either one away. But what else could the soon-to-be Queen ask from anyone but their honesty, especially from an Assassin who refuses to pledge loyalty to any peoples. And what can an Assassin want from a Queen that she cannot get for herself.
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justtuesdays · 3 years
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wip wednesday: of winter & spring
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Before the heavens and ground were called by name— “Ay, Seb, we would all be asleep by the time you get to the actual story. Get to the part of Ej.” With a smirk and a roll of her eyes, Arel sat back onto the tree trunk examining her dagger by the light of the fire. The dark man had settled well amongst the riders, so well that they all were getting accustomed to his bad habit of interrupting their storyteller, his accent giving him away instantly.
“Ehj,” Seb corrected, glancing around the group noting their tired faces and sighed. The Great One stood before their children, the immortals, and told them of their plans to create another being, one that would know life’s end different from theirs. They gave the immortals the task of protecting and guiding the Lesser beings.
“This Ehj really called us Lesser beings?” The dark man muttered, earning himself quite a few jabs and kicks for his interruption. Setting the dagger to the ground by her thigh, Arel flicked her attention to the storyteller, awaiting an answer.
“I cannot be sure. This is how it is told where I am from,” Arel nodded for him to continue satisfied with the vague response. She was not sure she had wanted an actual answer as she returned to fiddling with her dagger. The immortals all did as the Great One asked of them until it was realized that Ehj loved the Lesser beings more than they. Angered by this revelation the Immortals divided into factions unable to agree on what was best to do. Many chose to seclude themselves from the Mortals letting them suffer as they depended on the Immortals' guidance.
Enraged by the choices made by the Immortals, the Great Spirit, forsook them all but one. Arrador, the youngest of the Immortals who stood at Ehj side before it was all called by name. He came before the Great Spirit and took a vow to see the task done, redeeming his brethren. But, his actions came a little too late. By the time he had joined his bloodline with one of the Daughters of the Lesser Beings, wars erupted among the two.
So this is just a quick snippet of the folklore I’m working on for my fantasy idea. Yeah, I’m still on that. I’ve got a lot to do. I am still working on building my world for this series and I want to thank @notasdryapricots, @sailorpleiades, @sunshinejihyun and @becangle for all their help. Thank you for the tag @sailorpleiades and @sunshinejihyun. Tagging @notasdryapricots , @crvsh-culture and @kittidot.
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justtuesdays · 3 years
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moodboard prompt: life
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Moodboard Prompt: 💗by me for my new OC, Arel Moriel-Faen, as my latest fantasy hyper fixation needed to be quenched.
It was something about the forest that called out to her, a place she could hide the pieces of herself she was afraid to reveal to anyone close to her. The people who learned of her true self always ended up one of two ways— burdened or dead. And given her handful of attempts, she learned to keep certain things to herself. The forest was her home along with the men and women who found their way there seeking the same thing. Their gatherings spurred rumors of night riders who took the lives of those who walked into their forest in ill-will. The Dür-riders they murmured, spirits to be feared.
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justtuesdays · 2 years
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posters: original characters
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When you think about it, most of these guys wouldn’t exist with any of you (@/mutuals)
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justtuesdays · 3 years
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poster: arel moriel
/aa-REY-L • MaoR-ayEHL/
“I don’t care if I stand alone against the multitude, I will continue to stand.”
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