the silver dark sea

things i associate with mbti types

enfp: a balloon blowing on the wind, the moment right before a hug, popping bubbles, reading a book while sitting next to your friend, sunshowers, superman ice cream, graffiti, hot air balloons, paint smeared on your hands and face, butterflies in your stomach, hot wax, your best friend’s laugh, a sugar rush, confetti that looks like tiny stars

enfj: getting someone else’s lipstick on your lips, revenge, neon lights, mystery flavored lollipops, dancing around the room with your friends at 3 AM, street photography, the way smiles are contagious, screaming at a concert, puns that are so bad you can’t help but laugh, pranks, mirrors, a tight hug, smiles that show all your teeth

infj: libraries, abstract art, looking up at a full moon, quotes, loneliness, a rainbow through a prism, the aurora, instagramming your starbucks, the way fairy lights look like stars, optical illusions, the vastness of the universe, almost touching, a message in a bottle, walking through the snow, spiral staircases, trompe l’oeil, waterfall mist, echoes

infp: dragonfly wings, a wildflower field, random acts of kindness, watercolors, tears that burn your eyes, diaries, a messy room, a tea kettle shrieking, falling asleep in a hammock, the first day of spring, blanket forts, climbing vines, braids, dewy grass, tree houses, laying on a field and looking at the clouds, sun over an open field

intp: puzzles, light shining through blinds, braille, lightning, tide pools, typewriters, white bedsheets, windowless hallways, waking up before dawn, old maps, writing late at night, blowing glass, warning signs, street musicians, crisp suits, the subway, mathematical formulas, broken fingernails, making music with wine glasses

intj: red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

entj: dark chocolate syrup, memorizing equations, skylights, thick makeup, constellations, feeling invincible, city nightlife, falling from the roof of a building, balancing on a tightrope, the golden gate bridge, kissing someone’s shoulders, loud voices, screaming for no reason, sharp teeth, old churches, brain scans

entp: wildfire, writing words on a bathroom stall, lighting a match, wind-blown hair, staying awake for too long, counting lane dividers as you pass by, wandering through the woods, staring contests, the light changing your skin color, fences, a blank sketchbook, people-watching, leathery hands, running through an alleyway, blowing a fuse

estp: blurring lights, going over the speed limit, the feeling in your stomach when you go upside down, jumping over a waterfall, drinking straight from the bottle, being on a roller coaster, belting your favorite song, late nights, one-night stands, movie theatres, parties full of strangers, forbidden books, blacklight posters, duct tape, fluorescent bulbs

esfp: unwrapping a present, a sparkle, hot soup, bubblegum, laughing with your friends, a spinning carousel, hickeys, strobe lights, a hershey’s kiss, songs on repeat, jumping into cold water on a hot day, burning your hand, the thrill of being onstage, dramatic entrances, spinning until you get dizzy, rainbows on a cloudy day

isfp: a flock of birds, blowing bubbles, cigarette smoke, poetry, lens flares, cat fur, white sand, doodling, the night sky, a picture of a nebula, original grimm fairy tales, ambiguity, acrylic paints, a crescent moon, photography, fingers flying over piano keys, liminal space, doorways, social activism, the line between thoughts and reality

istp: a stormy ocean, skydiving, cracking your knuckles, shaking a soda, looking down from a height, salt plains, limestone, sand on a wooden floor, bioluminescence, clutching something so tightly your knuckles turn white, throwing off your hat, a cloudy sky, tinted windows, skipping class, seeing your reflection in metal, breaking glass, dry ice

istj: graphite streaks on your palms, polishing a sword, glass shards, brass knuckles, netting, methodical sketches, geometry, permanent marker, punching a mirror, hammering a nail into place, ice water, machinery, boiling oil, bold letters, metal-rimmed glasses, dark smoke, oxygen masks, cold showers, static, skylights

isfj: fresh baked cookies, light filtered through leaves, porch swings, disney movies, sketches in the margins of your notes, the sound of waves, oversized hoodies, holding hands, embroidery, down feathers, showing your bare back, seeing veins through pale skin, black and white photographs, a flute melody, touching a butterfly’s wing, rocks in a stream

esfj: sunflowers, your first kiss, cities during the daytime, standing at a crosswalk, tile floors, art museums, running through sprinklers, dancing without music, bathing in sunshine, falling in love, streetlights, thick hair, smiling at a mirror, children’s laughter, drawing words with sparklers, gold glitter, whispered secrets, flower crowns, flipping on a lightswitch

estj: skyscrapers, railroads, a river that flows through a city, going underwater, iron bridges, old paper, vintage champagne, broken-down fountains, city limits, cathedrals, borderlines, Greek architecture, arches, windows, heavy wooden doors, locks, buildings overgrown with vines, cracked pavement, the world through clear glass

Jehan and Montparnasse go on the strangest dates.

And I’m not just talking about the cemetery ones, though they do occur. I’m talking about them going to small local cinemas to see foreign horror movies no one has heard of. They leant against each other in the dark room and laugh at the fake blood and overacting, and talk about their favourite bits on the way home.

They stroll in public parks at night, when it’s empty and dark, as the moon transforms the grass into a silver sea. They sit on the horses of the sleeping carousel and talk, kiss, or just listen to the heart of Paris beating nearby, unseen yet right there, withing reach.

Montparnasse finds abandoned buildings and brings Jehan there. They light candles and relish the eerie atmosphere. They imagine the lives of those who stood where they’re standing. They light a joint, sometimes, and Jehan recites poetry in a slow, melodious voice, while Montparnasse listens, his head on their lap.

anonymous asked:

I've always wondered why Slytherin's locket was made of gold instead of silver, considering the House colours are dark green and silver, respectively symbolising the sea, lakes and the water element. Could Slytherin crest have a different connotation if instead of silver, it had gold? (though I don't know what this colour would represent in such a case tbh, perhaps some kind of yellow underwater plant meaningful to Salazar Slytherin?) Thoughts?

Actually fun fact : both the locket and the sword of Gryffindor are made of metals with the opposite colour of their house. I’m not sure if it has a deeper meaning though, it could just be gold, because gold is worth more than silver ? Also, in the movies the locket is silver !

- Céline

~ Good Mood Spell ~

This spell will boost your mood for one week. Feel free to make any changes depending on your type of craft and situation! Good luck and may you be at peace ~


  1. Chamomile incense (or any that you find soothing)
  2. Salt (preferably course sea salt)
  3. Oil
  4. White, silver, black, pink, orange, green, and dark blue candles


  1. Clean yourself and your work area
  2. Set up your altar (anoint candles, etc.)
  3. Spread a ring of salt around your pentagram
  4. Meditate as much as you need to for your mind to be calm and clear of thought
  5. Recite the incantation, lighting the candles as they are named
  6. Burn the incense from the flame of one of the candles (let the incense and candles finish burning if possible, but this is not necessary)
  7. The spell is complete when the incense is done burning


With each candle that I shall light

Things will be easier by tonight

Negative energies leave me be

A good week ahead, I do see 

Working hard is my ethic

Now let me name by aesthetic







(Dark) Blue

[Let my stress and sadness leave my head

and my overwhelmed feeling go drop dead

only energy and happiness are here

all negativities must disappear]

Now that the spell is almost done

Make things easier by the light of the sun

[repeat this as many times as necessary]

anonymous asked:

2,6 for yuri on ice

(lmao i already wrote a bodyswap fic tho so… i guess this is slightly a followup to it?)

no 2: bodyswap & no 6: secretly a virgin

Viktor Nikiforov is here.

Yuuri isn’t sure whether he’s still dreaming.

They’re sitting on the beach in the dark, watching the sea glitter bright silver under the moonlight. The sound of the waves crash against the shore, and even at this time of the night there’s the odd gull cry high above. The beach still needs cleaning in parts – there’s still debris from the earthquake and the tsunami, but right now Yuuri has his knees drawn up, his body keenly aware of Viktor’s warmth beside him. 

“I’m so glad you’re here,” says Viktor. His voice is thick with emotion, his eyes sparkling with unshed tears. Yuuri feels a responding lump in his own throat; he swallows down hard and hunches over a little tighter. 

“I… I’m sorry you went to so much trouble for me,” he says, because what else can he say? He barely remembers any of it – waking up after the waves to find himself in Viktor’s body, racing through Ice Castle, that brief moment of contact before he was suddenly in his own body again – it’s all a strange, surreal dream that probably seems all the stranger to Viktor. But Viktor smiles, and his warmth inches just a little closer to Yuuri. 

“I felt like I had to do something when I – when I first found out,” he says. “I felt like the universe had done a great wrong that I had to fix. What – what happened in April shouldn’t have taken you from the world, but it almost did.”

There must be a lifetime where Viktor never came to Hasetsu, Yuuri thinks. A lifetime where I am dead and he is lonely. He worries at his lip, suddenly finding it hard to turn and look at Viktor, wonderful Viktor, who has done so much for this town without anyone’s knowledge, who did it out of love for someone he both knows and doesn’t know. 

“Do you think we’ll switch again?” he wonders. Viktor makes a confused noise, and Yuuri nods, settling back into the space between his knees. He’s at a bit of a loss for words – after all, what can you say to someone who knows you (and who you know) more intimately than anyone else, and yet is also a complete stranger?

“I have a question,” Viktor says even later, as Yuuri curls up beside him on the sand, the stars wheeling overhead. “Christophe. Did you ever…?”

Yuuri shakes his head. Viktor raises an eyebrow at him.

“Then why did you… when you were in my body?” He pauses. “Not that I’m complaining, necessarily. I just thought… I mean, if you had experience…”

He’s sure Yuuri is flushing, but he can’t quite tell from here, in this light. “I just thought you two already were, you know.” Yuuri fumbles with his fingers. “He was so friendly. He thought you were cute when I was, you know, in your body. And I guess I played along too well.”

Viktor chuckles. “Chris and I have been good friends since he debuted in Seniors, Yuuri. But it was never like that until you came along.”

“I’m sorry,” says Yuuri. “I’m not experienced. I didn’t know.”

Viktor reaches for him, entangles their fingers. The sand is warm, and he knows he’ll regret it come morning when it’s all over his hair and body, but in this moment it doesn’t matter. He presses gentle kisses to Yuuri’s finger pads, hoping in the half-light of the moon that his smile is still visible.

“It’s all right,” he says. “But I think I’d prefer my future experiences to be with you.”

And he can’t help his laughter when Yuuri’s dark flush shows up in the glow of the moon.

(drop me a fic trope and i’ll write about a fic i’d write with it)

anonymous asked:

for the writing prompts - 179 and 187 for silverflint please?

Thank you so much, Anon! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. :) 

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179: “ First one to make a noise loses.” / 187: “ Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”

“What are we doing?” Flint looks around the deck of the ship. It’s late at night. The crew is all abed. The air is so still, a little too warm. He’s already sweating in his shirt. Why are they up on the deck when they could be naked in his cabin? What’s Silver playing at here?

“I told you, I was making my choice.” Silver leads a way over to a secluded stretch of shadow in a corner of the deck.

“And what is your choice?” Flint asks, amused. They wager back and forth, and Silver only wins half the time, but he so thoroughly enjoys it when he does, Flint doesn’t truly mind losing. It only piques his curiosity.

“I want you to fuck me here on deck.”

“What?” Flint stops still at that.

“There’s no one about.” Silver spreads his hands as though to emphasize that. “We’re completely alone. The night is warm, and I want you to fuck me under the stars.”

Flint just stares at him. “Here. On deck.”

“How many times do I have to say it?” Silver leans back against the railing, watching him with a smile on his lips. “Or are you calling a forfeit?”

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currently at the obligatory ‘wondering what their dæmons are’ stage of fandom *groansighgroan*

But more importantly: 

thinkin’ about the worldbuilding of how His Dark Materials pirates would work.

  • Cuz like I know you’d have dolphin/fish-dæmon fellas who’d be awesome sailors but can’t ever leave the ship
  • the crew would have to have either small, portable, dexterous or flying dæmons, cause otherwise how could they climb into the rigging without killing themselves??
  • imagine a hand dying because their dæmon falls off the rigging in a storm while their owner is still up top
  • would captains favour small-dog-dæmon crews because they combine the desirable qualities of canine obedience with rig-climbing portability??
  • do the bird-dæmon pirates (especially the raptor-owners with better-than-human eyesight), get picked for Watch duty, sent into the crow’s nest to fly above the ship and give them an even better vantage point?
  • how do the dæmons affect their interactions with other ships? (eg. just how far away do you have to sail in order to be out of sight if the other guys have got hawk-eyes on their side? if most sailors’ dæmons are necessarily small, would pirate ships keep a couple of big-dæmon bruisers aboard purely for ship-boarding fights?) 
  • do they use their dæmons for fishing?
  • it’s physically possible to sail into another world, how does that affect things? 
  • if a captain came into possession of an Amber Spyglass, would he be able to see hidden ships by detecting their Dust?
  • are there lots of Gyptian pirates?
  • do witches interact with pirates? what would they make of each other?
  • does the dæmons’ ability to communicate with each other non-verbally mean fewer language-barriers between people/make trade easier, etc?
  • if there’s a stretch of deadland, the passing of which separates witches from their dæmons, is there likewise a stretch of dead sea, perhaps some kind of strait known for killing all who sail through her
  • would the most fearsome pirates have managed to come through this and lived, and now strike fear into the hearts of men because they can appear to be dæmonless? 
  • if the presence of a dæmon provides automatic and irrefutable proof of a person’s personhood, did slavery still happen??

“… and what I want to write about today is the sea. Silver at dawn, green at noon, dark blue in the evening. Sometimes it looks almost red. It is my favorite thing, I think, that I have ever seen. It seems big enough to contain everything anyone could ever feel. “

| Portugal | 2016 |

Persevering Glow


Rating: T

Summary: Lighthouse keeper AU! The lighthouse keeper’s nightly routine and the mystery of the lighthouse.

AN: Just a quick piece to go with this art here @garrulousgibberish​. Cause it’s amazing and I’ve said since the charity stream that I wanted to write something for this AU (or well the cute thing I thought was meant the first time round haha)

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things i associate with mbti types /// INTJ

red-hot embers, newspapers, marble sculptures, deep sea creatures, dark hair, minimalism, silver chains, crumbling petals, the sound of pouring rain, chinese checkers, déjà vu, dystopian fiction, bathing in the dark, merlot, barbed wire, overgrown lawns, antithetical statements,  blizzards, dry anger, bitter baking chocolate

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