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Locket ring with mother of pearl by Victoria

anonymous asked:

so im sorta new to the goth scene and i was wondering where one might buy reasonably affordable jewelry. i was thinking etsy but i figured i might ask u cuz ur a very fashionable goth and probably know some good shops

This is a little difficult to answer, because “reasonable affordable” differs from person to person. But you’re right, Etsy is a good place to look, because there’s a wide range of things!

Shops I particularly like:

The thing is, my tastes are expensive. If I had unlimited spending money, I’d buy a LOT of things from Bloodmilk,  Burial Ground, and The Small Beast.

So look on Etsy for things that particularly appeal to you, for whatever your flavor of goth is. Deathrock? Romantigoth? Victorian goth? Dark Mori? Search on those keywords, and especially check out the vintage section on Etsy for those things. 

Finally, I know I always say this, but HIT THE THRIFT STORES. You would be amazed at what sort of things you can find there. I’ve found strands of jet or black glass beads, pearls to drape, crystals, lockets, and the occasional ankh. 

skin & bones

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

setting: modern, non-magical, post-break up au

word count: 697 

written for: @silvermaze [happy birthday, lovely! xoxo]


It’s a crisp, clear day in early November when it happens.

Hell freezes over.

Hermione Granger—all five and a half feet of her, smooth brown skin and chapped pink lips and a thick cloud of hair pushed back off her face with a red cotton headband—she steps through the jingling side door of the midtown Starbucks Draco does most of his writing at.

It’s been…years, technically, since he’d last seen her. Years. Years since he’d sold his first play, and years since her blog had gone viral, and years since he’d stopped instinctively searching for her at industry parties, in hole-in-the-wall Brooklyn diners, on crowded fluorescent-lit trains hurtling around like pinballs beneath the city streets.

She looks almost eerily identical to how she’d looked when he’d ended things. Black tights. Knee-length sweater dress. Raggedy thrift store Burberry scarf. She’s got a scuffed leather jacket on, and shiny brown Oxfords, and the antique seed-pearl locket he’d given her for their very first Christmas together.

Draco can’t help himself.

He stares.

She hasn’t noticed him yet.

He continues staring.

And he feels a swift spike of adrenaline, electric and fierce, pummel him in solar plexus—an urge to do something, say something, act and react, because—

His second play had been a tragicomic exploration of classism at an elite, all-boys Connecticut prep school. Hermione hadn’t reviewed it on her blog—hadn’t reviewed anything Draco had written, ever—but she had, at the time, shared without comment a snippet from a New Yorker article about “pretentious Ivy League dropouts with Tempurpedic trust funds polluting the Broadway shadows with their fourth-generation WASP guilt”; and Draco had always known, somewhere deep deep deep in his gut, that Hermione had been the one to give him a chance, back when they’d been dating. It had never been the other way around. He wonders if he should’ve told her that. Before. During. After.

Now.

“Hermione?” he blurts out, unable to completely mask his astonishment.

It takes her less than a second to recognize his voice—and then she’s stiffening, posture going ramrod straight and jaw visibly clenching, and when she finally turns to look at him, there’s a wary spark of irritation in her eyes. They hadn’t parted on good terms. It’s harder for him to remember that than it should be.

“Draco Malfoy,” she says, and it’s not—it’s not quite a greeting. An invitation for further conversation. She states his name like she’s making an observation. Like he’s furniture. Decoration. Unnecessary. It stings, frankly, and he guesses that was her intention. “This is a little…down-market for you, isn’t it?”

“It’s good for inspiration,” he immediately answers. He doesn’t blink. He’s afraid to. “The people here. They’re—normal.”

She lifts an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at the line beginning to form at the register. “The people at the Times Square Starbucks are normal to you,” she replies, in that same vaguely incredulous tone she used to reserve for biweekly dinners with his parents. “Really.”

Draco doesn’t blush. He’s twenty-eight fucking years old. Pretty girls with judgmental smiles and intimidation in their veins didn’t get to him like this. Nott anymore. “You know what I mean.”

“No,” she says, somewhat dryly; somewhat bitterly, if he’s being honest with himself. “I don’t think I do.”

Silence descends, awkward and heavy. “How’ve you…been?” he tries, before wincing. “I just—I read your critique. About Shakespeare and, and feminism. Last month. In the Post.”

Surprise colors her features. “You did?” she murmurs, gaze flicking from the Adam Ant sticker on his laptop, to the doubtless idiotic expression on his face, to the slightly dry blueberry scone sitting on a napkin by his elbow.

“Yeah,” he sighs, because of course he did. He’s read everything she’s ever published. “Yes.”

She pauses, opening her mouth like she wants to speak again—but ultimately, she doesn’t, just studies him with a quizzical tilt of her head, the moment stretching on and on and on, for so long that it doesn’t end so much as it…fades.

“You…write here, then?” she eventually asks, clearing her throat. “Often?”

He relaxes.


Three days later, she comes back.


the grandma aesthetic™
  • nude pinks/creme/beige
  • sweaters are the best things ever invented hands down
  • cats!!!!!!!!!!!! cats
  • your bedroom always smells of burning candles
  • taking care of cute lil plants
  • wearing simple dainty jewelry (bonus points if u own lockets and pearls)
  • nails are painted 24/7
  • ideal bedtime is before midnight
  • drinking coffee/tea in the mornings
  • owning tons of nightgowns
  • the thrift store is your fave place to shop

Zarä’s Haul

•Ulta

L’Oreal The Blackbuster Liquid Eyeliner

Naked Basics palette

Urban Decay up all night setting spray •Newburry Comics

Red Heather Huf Socks

•Lush

Lovely jubblies cream

Dream cream

Tisty Tosty bathbomb

Unicorn horn bubble bar

Bright side bubble bar

Pink fun

Prince Charming shower gel

Happy Hippy shower gel

Black stockings body tint

Jumping juniper shampoo bar

Shampoo tin

Rose jam bubbleroon

Honey I shrunk the kids soap

Massage bar tin

Bright side bubble bar

Floating flower bath bomb

Love locket bathbomb

Pearl massage bar

•Barnes And Nobel Floral Leather Bound Journal

•Godiva Chocolates

Ultimate dessert truffle flight Dark Chocolate Truffles

•Aerie

10 thongs

•Yankee Candel

Picnic in the park small glass

Picnic in the park no container

Midsummer night no container

•Bath And Body Works

Pineapple mango candle

Sparkling limeade wallflower

Sweet pea wallflower

Strawberry lemonade wallflower

Black tea wood wallflower

Blue plug in

•The Body Shop

Nail Kit Travel

Coconut Body Scrub

Cocoa Butter lip Chapstick

After prolonged bouts of fever, Prince Alfred–not yet two–died at Lower Lodge, Windsor in late August, despite the dedicated nursing of Lady Charlotte and Mrs. Cheveley. They, first among others, received mourning lockets of pearl and amethyst containing curls of the dead boy’s light gold hair. The household did not, however, go into mourning, as it was not prescribed in the case of deaths of children under the age of seven. Alfred’s small body was buried with full honours at Westminster Abbey beside those of larger men of greater note, and his death affected the whole household. The Queen “cried vastly at first,” Lady Charlotte reported, “and… though very reasonable” –she dwelt on her good fortune in having thirteen healthy children–was “very much hurt by her loss and the King also.”

Princesses: The Six Daughters of George III – Flora Fraser.

Paint it Red

Carmen stood outside the restaurant she and Zenigata had agreed to meet at. The woman had only asked her friend to help with an outfit, but the queen had insisted on doing her hair and nails to match. Wile he had her trapped he also added some make up. That Carmen didn’t like, but Ranka had help. But she refused to let them touch her eyes for any type of eye shadow or the like.
They pulled her hair up high with a thick braid wrapped around, but left some of her hair to cover part of her face as normal. Carmen felt over dressed, she was wearing flats instead of heels, she didn’t need to be any taller. The flats matched the red dress and nails. And she wore a string of pearls with a gold locket attached, she usually kept it in her bag, the only possession she actually cared about. And she held a small bag for her phone and such essentials.

@inspect0rzenigata

She is tea-dyed lace and layers of chiffon,

She is grandma’s pearls and a golden locket;

Old family photos on her shrine

And earl gray in hand-me-down China.


Peonies and Anemone strewn across the floor,

Fragrant petals crushed under bare feet;

Read her Keats and Plats,

Offer her stories and memories of your fondest times.


She is lit hurricane lamps in the dying sun,

She is honeysuckle clinging to wooden walls;

Familial ties stronger than blood,

Nurtured under her loving care.


Perfume in her hair and on her wrists,

Humming a tune all too familiar;

Take me back home,

To that two bedroom on a dirt road.

~~~

Companion piece found here

anonymous asked:

Hi uhh this is my the first time using this so idk if I'm even doing this right but uhh I was wondering if there are any well written non AU Everlark fan fictions that are complete. I need something to read while my family is here lol. THANKS!!

Here are several multi-chapter, complete, post Mockingjay fics:

Multi-Chapter:

A Thousand Kisses Deep - orea domina (*starts off during Mockingjay)

Be Still  - snapcrackle

Between Pages - Miss_Maia

Between Pages - Miss_Maia

Favor Fire - stella luna sky

Ghosts with just voices – acciograce

Going Back - mallorysmannequin

Good Again - ct522

Grow Together - Miss Scarlett 05

Growing New Wings - skylark89

Home – ashlice

In Between the Lines - moonmagnet

It Feels Like Rain - springsdandelion

Keep Your Eyes Open - stayhidd3n

Look After You - TandyHard

More Than This – politiksandprose

Reconstruction - Pearl-and-Locket

Skin and Bones - hotpielookedlikehotpie

Stitching, Knitting, Weaving - Just_a_Dram

Surviving - QueenBrooke

The Book  - jeeno2

The Darkness Behind You - streetlightlove1

The End is the Beginning - spanglemaker9

The Good Wife – Silvercistern 

The Grandmentor - Silvercistern

The List – Silvercistern

The Love Games - temptariesfire

The Next Chapter - ellipses

The Unopened Door - IzzySamson

There Comes You - dakota423

Trouble Sleeping - ImBeautifullyHuman

Trouble Sleeping - ImBeautifullyHuman

Two Birthdays – soafterr

You Love Me - homeschoolgirl

Young Blood - museofmirth

 

One-Shots:

157 Days - annieoakley1

63: Routines - cali-chan

A Little Drop of Hope - Chinchilla17

and so goes spring - excroix

Ashes and Flame (Every You and Every Me) - freneticfloetry

Ashes to Ashes - webofdreams89

Breaking Bread & Saltwater - springsdandelion

Fences - salingergurl

I Need Him - heagon83

I’ll Meet You There – trickysauce

I’ve Been Feeling Everything - Trippy41

Learning to Swim - imaginarycircus

One Last Time – lieselmemingers

Paper Cuts and Patchwork Phoenixes - belladonnacullen

Pictures at an Exhibition - LolaBleu

The Unrecorded Hours - hollycomb

Times Like These - swishywillow

To Be Myself Completely - littleweasel

Touch - swishywillow

vigil - hyacinthian

Wandering - tromana

Where the Truth Lies - cosmogirl7481

anonymous asked:

What are some of your favorite post Mockingjay multi chapter fics? Thank you so much for running such a useful blog!

Here are several post Mockingjay fics:

Grow Together - Miss Scarlett 05

The End is the Beginning - spanglemaker9

The List of Words - MyKonstantine

Favor Fire - stella luna sky

Growing New Wings - skylark89

Out of the Ashes - sweetlovegone

Two Birthdays - soafterr

The Light in Your Eyes - mals86

Ashes to Ashes - webofdreams89

Pictures at an Exhibition - LolaBleu

Holding On to Good - atetheredmind

The Unrecorded Hours - hollycomb

Good Again - ct522

The List - Silvercistern

The First Year is the Hardest - starkist/shesasurvivor

Learning to Swim - imaginarycircus

157 Days - annieoakley1

One Last Time - lieselmemingers

Finding Me - Phoebsfan

Primrose and Cinnamon - askboo

Hope Blooms in the Spring - rosesaregreen

I’ll Meet You There - trickysauce

Ghosts with just voices - acciograce

Between Pages - Miss_Maia

Mornings After Dark - trippy41

63: Routines - cali-chan

Smoke Rising - AngelProjekt

Touch - swishywillow

Stitching, Knitting, Weaving - Just_a_Dram

Skin and Bones - hotpielookedlikehotpie

The Way Back - Katnissinme

I’ve Been Feeling Everything - Trippy41

To Be Myself Completely - littleweasel

Trouble Sleeping - ImBeautifullyHuman

Props and Mayhem - missmaggiemaybe

Times Like These - swishywillow

The Next Chapter - ellipses

Dandelion Wine - Famousfremous

Fences - salingergurl

The Missing Book - Hey_You

It Feels Like Rain - springsdandelion

vigil - hyacinthian

The Love Games - temptariesfire

Foolish Games - Faithosaurus

Breaking Bread & Saltwater - springsdandelion

Be Still - snapcrackle

Keep Your Eyes Open - stayhidd3n

Young Blood - museofmirth

Surviving - QueenBrooke

Sleep and Salvation - varicose

A Thousand Kisses Deep - orea domina (*starts off during Mockingjay)

You Love Me - homeschoolgirl

City of Sin - trysts

Where the Truth Lies - cosmogirl7481

There Comes You - dakota423

Reconstruction - Pearl-and-Locket

Retribution - Margaritaville08

The Darkness Behind You - streetlightlove1

Paper Cuts and Patchwork Phoenixes - belladonnacullen

Real or Not Real? - JackBadJuJu

More Than This - politiksandprose

Going Back - mallorysmannequin

Ashes and Flame (Every You and Every Me) - freneticfloetry

The Unopened Door - IzzySamson

Look After You - TandyHard

What Comes After - freemont23

Wandering - tromana

Growing New Wings - skylark89

The Book - jeeno2

White Pearls and Orange Sunsets - JustAudrey07

Sparks Among the Ashes - silver sniper of the night (*abondanoned, but still worth a read)

I Need Him - heagon83

Watching - momentofbored

Whispers From District 12 - gentlemama

Home - ashlice

The Ghosts of Who We Were - cornfedfiddler

Nostalgia - everslark

and so goes spring - excroix

A Little Drop of Hope - Chinchilla17