under the cut you’ll find ### icons of camila cabello. the original pictures do not belong to me, nor do i claim them (full credit to their owners ) but i did resize, crop, sharpen, add a border/texture & whatnot. i’ll be updating this thing ocasionally, okay. & a like would be great if you save/use these.
Crisp-cold drops of rain are streaking the ivory-curtained
picture windows in the downstairs study.
The Wireless is turned down low, static crunching against a
backdrop of hushed, fuzzy silence.
A cut-crystal decanter of brandy is resting on the padded
leather corner of a desk, un-stoppered and mostly empty, and a scone, gleaming
with flakes of candied orange zest and buttery dabs of clotted cream, is lying
forgotten on an emerald-green linen napkin.
Somewhere in the house, an antique mahogany grandfather clock
is ticking darkly while a brand-new pack of imported French cigarettes is being
Draco had always thought the end of the world would be a bit
more exciting, truth be told.
ALLYSON: he told ME i was stuck up, can you believe it???? ALLYSON: so i stole his credit card and here i am, partying. ALLYSON: you should come. unless you want to distract him. ALLYSON: either way, you need to be on team ALLY because it’s the best team, duh!
🌟~The game had ended. Champions exited the Rift and the maven was taking her time. Floating still as her fingers pressed the buttons on her console making music. The arcade tone of it made her happy as she swayed back and forth. When she looked across the hall she caught her eye on the pixilated warlock. He didn’t look too pleased. Was it the music? Maybe it was also the fact they aren’t exactly friends either. She suddenly stopped the music and floated over to the yordle. A wave of her hand and a friendly smile.