#phoebe taylor
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My favourite genre of ships: Intelligent WOC who are badass in their own ways with their idiot rich bois with daddy issues.
#a discovery of witches#all souls trilogy#bridgerton#bbc musketeers#the musketeers#athos x sylvie#marcus x phoebe#kate x anthony#kathony#phoebe x marcus#sylvie bodaire#oliver d'athos#kate sharma#anthony bridgerton#marcus whitmore#phoebe taylor#woc appreciation#uk tv shows
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Can you imagine the stress Philippe was under whenever this came up?
Ysabeau: Do you think Matthew may mate with Juliette? I may not like her, but I would accept it if it would make him happy...
Philippe: I am certain he won't mate with her.
Philippe, internally: She's not Diana!
Ysabeau, a few decades later: Matthew is curious as to why he and Juliette have still not mated. I told him that if he were meant to mate with her, it would have happened long ago.
Philippe: Yes, it would have. Perhaps they should accept that and part ways.
Philippe, internally: Diana, where are you? My son is being an idiot and needs you to set him straight!
Ysabeau, a few more decades later: We've a letter from Matthew. He and Juliette are...
Philippe, taking out a piece of paper and a pen: Gallowglass, please tell me you've found some sign of my daughter!
#time's convert#deborah harkness#diana bishop#all souls trilogy#the book of life#shadow of night#a discovery of witches#marcus whitmore#phoebe taylor#matthew de clermont#Philippe de Clairmont
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my girls winner. 🤍🔐
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Chapters: 26/?
Fandom: A Discovery of Witches (TV), All Souls Trilogy - Deborah Harkness
Rating: Mature
Warnings: The Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Diana Bishop/Matthew Clairmont, Diana Bishop & Matthew Clairmont
Characters: Diana Bishop, Matthew Clairmont, Paula the Cat (original character), Margarethe Schmidt (original character), Marcus Whitmore, Phoebe Taylor, Hamish Osborne, Dr. Miriam Shepherd
Additional Tags: Human AU, Modern AU, irregular updates, Major Character Death Mentioned
Summary:
Diana Bishop's life had taken many undesirable turns. Still, she hoped she had finally found a place where she could live a quiet and unobtrusive life free from further upheaval. But then she meets a man who tests her patience and politeness.
#ADOW#ADOW Fan Fiction#Modern AU#Matthew Clairmont#Diana Bishop#Paula the cat#Phoebe Taylor#Marcus Whitmore#Human AU
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Girls say they are fine until...
#phoebe bridgers#paul mescal#fleabag#phoebe waller bridge#taylor swift#phoebe taylor#sally rooney#normal people#im cryin#idk what to tag this as#multiverse#multiverse of madness#shitpost#daisy edgar jones#i will kms#kms fr#i want a hug
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Time's Convert first 100 pages, a summary:
Diana: Oh no!!! My toddlers inherited my magic and can cause even MORE chaos!!!
Marcus: *dealing with crippling daddy issues*
Phoebe: This leaf has so many colors whoaaaa
#all souls series#deborah harkness#diana a discovery of witches#diana adow#diana bishop#marcus adow#marcus a discovery of witches#marcus whitmore#phoebe taylor#phoebe a discovery of witches#phoebe adow#all souls trilogy#vampires#witches#marcus whitmore x phoebe taylor#is it just me or is matthew basically like marcus's biological father but less drunk#like he's just as violent towards him#but vampires and whatever
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Miyako at Marcus and Phoebe's wedding: My cousin is lame. But Phoebe is sort of cool. Guess I kinda see why she'd would marry him. Also if anyone finds my grey hoodie, I lost it, thanks.
#miyako de clermont#marcus whitmore#phoebe taylor#a discovery of witches#all souls trilogy#i'm making stuff#discovery of witches
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Introducing…
Phoebe Taylor (vol. i)
artistic visionary. multi-tasker. auctioneer. museum hoping. old luxury. aloof. particular. attentive. art history.
All Souls series by Deborah Harkness.
#Phoebe Taylor#character design#character aesthetic#emmalovesfitzloved’s all souls moodboards#all souls moodboard#diana bishop#matthew de clermont#a discovery of witches#book of the night#book of life#all souls series#the blackbird oracle#blackbird oracle#all souls universe
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currently daydreaming abt marcus whitmore & miriam shepherd
#and phoebe for that matter#a discovery of witches#marcus whitmore#adow#all souls trilogy#phoebe taylor#miriam shepherd
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say what you wanna say about the summer i turned pretty but girl you gotta agree it has the best soundtrack ever like taylor swift? phoebe bridgers? billie eilish? do u want it to be the summer i turn dead for me?
#the summer i turned pretty#belly conklin#conrad fisher#jeremiah fisher#tsitp cast#conrad x belly#t swift#billie eilish#phoebe taylor#phoebe bridgers
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A Discovery of Witches
Phoebe x Marcus - 3x05 Episode 5
#adow#a discovery of witches#phoebe x marcus#phoebe taylor#adelle leonce#marcus whitmore#edward bluemel
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♡ ULTIMATE SHIPS MEME ♡: Current OTP's
↳ Marcus Whitmore & Phoebe Taylor in A Discovery of Witches (2018 - 2022)
“But here’s the thing, Phoebe.” Whitmore lowered his mouth until it was inches from her ear and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Unlike the men who have taken you out to dinner and perhaps gone back to your flat for something afterwards, your propriety and fine manners don’t frighten me off. Quite the contrary. And I can’t help but imagine what you’re like when the icy control melts.”
#adowedit#a discovery of witches#all souls trilogy#marcus x phoebe#otpsource#mine#dailyfictionalblackgirls#uktv#art historian#wonderfulwoc#adow season 3#adows2#shadow of night#the book of life#marcus whitmore#phoebe taylor#ugh i love them so much#minimmakes#tuserkers#ivashkovadrian#duchessofhastings#userrobin#userlenny#userelliee#arthurpendragonns#userveronika#tusersoph#userannalise#userakrivi#minim236
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There is something morbidly beautiful about this line, and I love it.
#I might put this in my quote journal#time's convert#deborah harkness#diana bishop#all souls trilogy#the book of life#shadow of night#a discovery of witches#matthew de clermont#marcus whitmore#phoebe taylor
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Baldwin takes a nap and he's a little cutie pie
Inspo from the below gif
(Sorry i dont know whose it is, saved it from a discord chat)
It was one of those naps that you didn't know you needed until you were face down, dribbling and wrapped around a pillow like a sloth in a tree with a blanket thrown over you.
It was one of those where the dream was so bizarre you think you accidently took acid before you went to sleep. The sand turned to ice-cream, pigs flew in the sky and you were a merman flopping about on the beach, a literal fish out of water.
And the YOU, my dear reader, is not YOU but Mr. Hot shot stock broker himself. The very man who puts the F in fear dreams every year that he has a pink and teal tail.
His pillows are his favourite, a mix of faux goose feather and memory foam. A mix of silk and cotton covers, Lord above he loved his bed. You wouldn't think it, but even when he's not asleep you can find him at night curled in bed hugging a pillow as if it were a woman. Atleast they didn't whine and moan like a girlfriend. A pillow wouldn’t hold a silly grudge about a War. Bloody stupid beautiful Eva.
Every year he took two weeks off for his birthday. The first week he spent up to all kinds of debauchery, the second week he slept and lazed around his apartment. Usually he would sleep at most four days and then spent the rest lounging.
This year was no different, and on the Sunday at the end of a very very long and hard week of sex and booze, he put himself to bed.
He threw on his favourite comfy shirt and grey jogging bottoms, turned his phone and alarm clock off and slumped into the welcoming warmth of his bed.
"He is going to either torture or murder us" Diana chewed nervously on her lip as she tried, quietly as possible, to turn her spare key in Baldwins lock.
"Murder, definitely murder" Phoebe winced as a floor board cracked under their footing
"Where do you think he hid it?" Diana crossed her brows as she tried to think like her brother. Which was hard because he did alot of thinking and she didnt really want to know what went on behind those eyes.
Phoebe and Diana had been made aware of a wax tablet that incriminated Baldwin and Philippe in the burning of the Library of Alexandria. This information may or may not have come from Ysabeau.
The women had tried to wiggle more information out of the matriarch but she was tight lipped. It was Marthe who had informed the women that such a thing would be kept close to Baldwin. Perhaps in his own apartment. And that he slept once a year and nothing would wake him once he was out of it.
The pieces fell together, and off they went. The female version of Sherlock and Watson.
"Shall we check if he's asleep first and not waiting to pounce?" Phoebe nodded her reply to Diana and so off they went quietly as possible to the very end of the hall.
Phoebe pushed his door open, little by little thanking God that his hinges weren't screaming.
"Oh" Diana began
"My" phoebe continued
"God" they said at the same time
The sight before them would reduce any woman to jelly.
Or anyone really, he looked like a little baby.
His perfectly long lashes fanned out over his slightly pinked cheeks, hair fluffy and wavy as it hung over his forehead. His cupid bow lips formed a small pout and the softest, child like snoring echoed the room.
His arms held a pillow captive, clinging to it for dear life with a patchwork blanket thrown over his body. It was clearly home made and they both had the suspicion Marthe had something to do with the plush comforter.
"Oohh" Diana whined, clutching and unclenching her hands "i have the strongest urge to run my hand through his fluffy hair"
"That’s the pregnancy hormones. Don't you dare think of disturbing him before i get a photo" Phoebe's phone was out in an instant, snapping multiple photos of the site before them
Diana tentatively walked over, hand outstretched as she gingerly brushed her hands in his hair "Oh sweet Lord its so soft" she spoke in a loud whisper "come on, touch it!"
Phoebe didn't need much convincing, and before she knew it she was partaking in the perverse act "its like silk" she marvelled “you wouldn’t think looking at it”
"Amoote misftoe" he grumbled in his sleep, before turning onhis side away from the giddy women and jammed his right thumb into his mouth
Tears spilled from Diana's eyes, Phoebes ribs hurt so much she couldn't move. That image, Baldwin Montclair sucking his thumb circulated in the family chat. How it got into the hands of Eva no one will ever know (but Marcus definitely knows)
What no one knew was that Philippe slept once a year too and just like his son was a thumb sucker. Ysabeau had his portrait taken and it sat in a secret place, right next to the wax tablet in question.
She would never, ever admit to setting the girls up to find him asleep sucking his thumb. How dare you accuse her of such.
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New Chapter will be posted comming Sunday or Monday.
Chapters: 19/?
Fandom: A Discovery of Witches (TV), All Souls Trilogy - Deborah Harkness
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Diana Bishop/Matthew Clairmont, Diana Bishop & Matthew Clairmont
Characters: Diana Bishop, Matthew Clairmont, Paula the cat (original character), Margarethe Schmidt (original character), Marcus Whitmore, Phoebe Taylor, Hamish Osborne, Dr. Miriam Shepherd
Additional Tags: Human AU, Modern AU, irregular updates, Major Character Death Mentioned
Summary:
Diana Bishop's life had taken many undesirable turns. Still, she hoped she had finally found a place where she could live a quiet and unobtrusive life free from further upheaval. But then she meets a man who tests her patience and politeness.
#ADOW#Diana Bishop#Matthew Clairmont#Paula the cat#Marcus Whitmore#Phoebe Taylor#Hamish Osborn#Miriam Shepard#Two incompatible worlds
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Prompt: Did You Hear That?
Entry for Adarafaelbarba’s Trick or Treat Bingo
Heavily inspired by @minim236 ‘s post
Scary/Minor Gore
Day One
‘Did you hear that?!’ Lucius sat bolt upright in his bedroll, gladius in hand, as he glanced about. Felix sat up as well, crusty-eyed and messy-haired. The rest of the squad snored on around them.
‘I don’t hear anything'
Felix tugged at the back of Lucius' tunic but the older boy shook him off.
'Come rest. I need my sleep.'
‘I’m not stopping you’ Lucius snapped. They froze suddenly as a low, thin sound blew past them.
‘It’s the wind making the trees creak’ Felix pointed between the now pale Lucius, and the forest encroaching on the edge of the tiny clearing.
The teenagers were lumped together in the middle of the encampment. A Roman encampment usually meant tents, but the foliage was such a tangled mess this deep into the woods that they were sleeping on their bedrolls in small piles.
They had been telling each other ghost stories before they went to bed. Lucius' nerves had been wound up more than he'd care to admit.
Felix grabbed the back of Lucius' tunic and pinned him back down into his bedroll with his arm.
‘Come. Sleep.’
‘...Fine’ Lucius grumbled, settling reluctantly back onto the ground, flinching as the whistling, moaning noises continued to echo through the clearing.
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Day Three
Lucius frowned down at his pack. He had emptied out everything into neat rows in the mud beside him, and he still hadn’t been able to find his spare set of greaves.
‘Has anyone seen my scarf?’ Vitus ambled up, wriggling a finger in one ear. He stopped next to Lucius. ‘Oh, are you looking for something too?’
‘My spare greaves. I have looked everywhere.’
‘Things have gone missing all over camp,’ Felix said. He ate the last of his broth, and wiped the bowl with a chunk of bread. He waved it towards Marianus, Albus, and Spurius.
‘Verus has charged them with guard duty over the armourery tonight. The things that have been taken are only small; tent pegs, sandals, several lengths of rope. But the commander is urging vigilance, in case weapons are taken.’
‘Who do they think has done this?’ Lucius sneered at Vitus’ question, and jabbed a finger towards the forest around them.
‘Those creatures that call this place home. Gauls playing tricks on us, no doubt.’
‘But there were no tracks...’
Every boy snapped his gaze towards Albus. The sudden intense scrutiny made him blush.
‘There...there were no tracks anywhere in camp. Not animal, nor human. As if no creature had walked among us.’
Lucius felt a shiver roll up his spine.
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The rattling whistle of the wind was louder than it had been all week. Lucius tossed and turned, trying to keep his mind blank to trick himself into unconsciousness.
A particularly loud moan nearby made him shoot up from his bedroll, panicked. He glared nervously out into the darkness, watching the trees intently for a few moments, before he lay back down.
Lucius was just beginning to get comfortable when his eyes snapped open.
The trees hadn't been moving.
There was no wind.
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Day Six
Lucius woke up right as Verus was aiming a kick at his thigh.
'Up, boy. Time for you to take watch'
'Yes sir'
Verus lay down on Lucius' still-warm bedroll as he pulled his gladius free from its scabbard and stood to attention. The commander normally slept a ways off from the rest of the squad, but it was too dangerous for that now.
The moaning had stopped the night before, and the sudden change was doing Lucius's head in. He had been jumping at shadows more than was necessary, including accidently nearly drawing his sword on other people approaching him from behind that he hadn't known were there.
If he kept up this he was going to get himself accused of cowardice.
****
Everything was gone.
Lucius stared around him, slackjawed.
Everything was...gone.
He had awoken that morning to the camp in uproar. Every piece of equipment, every scrap of cloth, every tent and saddle and pack had vanished.
‘At least it left us our bedrolls. And food.’ Albus nudged an upturned cooking pot with the tip of one sandle. ‘And the cauldrons.’
Lucius swallowed drily.
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Day Seven
The mud sticking to the bottom of Lucius’ sandals had splattered half way up his thighs. His fringe was plastered across his eyes, and the river of sweat pouring down his face kept dripping under his collar, making his shirt stick uncomfortably to his skin.
‘Are we in the Underworld?’ Vitus gasped, as quietly as he could. The humidity had been rising steadily all day, and the forest had seemingly trapped the worst of it around them just as the night rolled in.
Lucius was fairly certain he was eating, rather than breathing, the air.
‘Pluto’s throne room would be cooler than this’ Spurius wheezed. He was at the edge of the squad formation, and kept having to stop every third step to haul Marianus and Albus forward out of the mire.
‘Eyes forward, stop talking’ Lucius choked out. He was at the front, leading the squad in a loose circular patrol around the camp. He shoved a low branch out of the way, and leant wearily against the trunk of the tree, catching his breath for a moment, waiting for the others to catch up.
A thin gust of wind stroked his face teasingly and he closed his eyes.
‘What is that?’
Lucius’ eyes snapped open.
Albus was pointing at something up ahead. Lucius squinted through the darkness; there was a large...thing...gently swaying in the sudden breeze, hanging down from the canopy above.
Lucius snuck closer.
It was armour.
Lucius shivered apprehensively.
The armour was strung up with rope, the thick cord providing a skeleton for the bodiless clothes. The end of the rope disappeared into the lightless canopy.
'Touch it!'
Lucius jumped, startled. Spurius slapped Albus.
'Do not touch it!'
'The rope looks like a noose' Felix squeaked.
Lucius took a deep breath to steady himself, drew his blade, and poked the leather breastplate with the tip of the gladius.
Nothing happened.
Lucius snorted and shoved his sword back into its scabbard, feeling angry with himself.
'There. Now, move-'
CLANK
Lucius spun on his heel in time to see the armour fly up the tree and out of sight. He clawed for his sword as he stumbled back to join the others; the boys pressed together, back to back, wild-eyed and shivering with shock.
'Who's there?' Lucius barked. 'Show yourself!'
In the tense pause they heard distant shouts erupt from across the camp. Felix cocked his head and listened intently.
'I think they have found more...bodies'
The squad pressed even closer together, swords raised high, breathing heavily.
Then all hell broke loose.
Blood and viscera rained down from above, splattering across their horrified faces. Thick ropes, knotted and tangled in a net spread wide across the entire clearing, shot out from the canopy; strung from it, dangling in a bizarre tableau, was every single piece of missing equipment.
Clothes and armour fought each other with spears and swords tied to empty, limbless sleeves. Tents torn to shreds and split-open packs were jumbled together in clumps or stuffed into tunics and breastplates to give certain mannequins extra realism.
Lucius turned white; Felix and Albus screamed, snapping him back to reality, right as Vitus, Spurius and Marianus fell down on top of each other as they attempted to flee.
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Phoebe was smiling with horrified fascination through her fingers.
‘What did you do after that?’
‘We left’ Baldwin chewed a handful of almonds absentmindedly.
‘Did you find out who did it?’
‘Not specifically. It was definately someone from one of the local villages- what?’
Phoebe was pointing next to Baldwin; he turned to face Martin, who looked like he was struggling to decide between laughing and feeling extremely guilty.
‘...oh you bastard-’
‘I’m sorry-ow! ow! stop hitting me!’
Phoebe broke down giggling as Baldwin thumped Martin repeatedly with a pillow.
‘I had nightmares for weeks! WEEKS! After that!’
‘I promise I’ll make it up to you’
‘EW!’ Phoebe squealed, blushing red.
#adarafaelbarbatrickortreatbingo#baldwin montclair#bibaldwin#baldwin de clermont#baldwin/male oc#phoebe taylor#adow#adow crack#a discovery of witches#a discovery of witches season 1#a discovery of witches season 2#a discovery of witches season 3#all souls series#all souls trilogy#adow spoilers
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