Thank You So Much.

Thank you so much. 💓

Hi, Hope you are having a great year. I am in love with your Moodboards.

I tried to make my own but its not turning out good. I was wondering if you have any tips that you could share and what software you use to make the same, if you don't mind.

And Congratulations on the physical copy of In Another Life.

Lots of Love, Saph ❤❤

Hi!! Thank you so much!!

The app I used to make my moodboards on is picsart and for pictures I mostly use google as well an app called unsplash (and sometimes pinterest)

For how I decide on pictures and the general layout I usually stick to the same sort of pattern, I try to mirror colours so if there’s black in the top right then I’ll put another black picture in the bottom right or opposite diagonally. Like with these two below:

Sometimes I just choose pictures that all have similar colours in them. So I based the one below around the photo of Billy. I picked out the black from the background and the yellow lighting. If you’re struggling to find the right colour, a few black and white photos work as well.

Then I’ll add a filter as well which helps the colours all tie together.

Here’s the template I use as well

Beautiful Just The Way You Are

Author talks: This is my first ever ask and thank you so much for it @aroseinvelaris I hope this is what you are looking for.

Warnings: Leo being insecure of his body and hurt and comfort for Leo.

Leo was confident for most part but sometimes he just couldn't help but compare himself to the other boys at camp.

They were stronger, smarter and had more muscles than he could ever imagine that had the ladies swooning over them.

Now don't get him wrong at the back of his mind he knew that he could give them a run for their money but he just couldn't help but wonder why you wanted him.

His beautiful girlfriend, who was so smart, strong and oh so pretty. You had met him not long after he came to camp after the war, at first you guys were just friends and he was with Calypso.

It all went down hill when Leo and Calypso broke up and you were the only one that could get Leo to have his food. Though he kept up his façade of being the coolest person around you were the only one who saw through his act and could confront him and you were the only one who had seen him cry after his mothers death, that was when he realized that maybe you were the one he wanted.

And it didn't take long after that for him to finally confess to you and you had smiled and told that he had taken long enough and that if he hadn't confessed soon you would have done it yourself. It was then that he realized that he would be happy after all.

Leo knew that the color green never suited him and that he had no reason to be jealous or as he vehemently put "annoyed" by other boys at camp. You knowing him like the back of your hand always assured him that the other boys were just athletic airheads (God forbid Percy or Jason hears this) and that he was way cooler and that she thought it was hot seeing him build things at his bunker.

That had definitely gone to his head and you later found him flexing as he worked around bunker knowing that you were watching as you fondly rolled your eyes and refused to acknowledge the warmth of your cheeks.

All these thoughts were swimming inside his head when he was laying at the infirmary after picking a fight with some Ares kids who saw you as an object of reward and not the smart and powerful demigod that you were.

You had been out the whole week for a quest and were blissfully unware about this and he knew that he would most probably get an earful once you were back.

And you were definitely not happy to seeing him with a bruised eye and a busted lip, but you didn't say anything as you sat at the end of the bed waiting for Leo to explain himself.

You knew that Leo rarely picked fights and you also knew that he wouldn't have done it without any reason so you kept quite as he explained what had happened.

What drew you attention was that at the end he mumbled. "Maybe they are right and that I don't deserve you."

"Leonidas Valdez what makes you possibly think that I don't deserve you?"

Leo started at you wide eyed, sure you guys had your fair share of fights but never had you used his full name before. "T-They are right aren't they, I mean I can't fight like them, I don't makes the girls in Aphrodite cabin swoon over me, they don't even consider me as a compet-"

You didn't let him complete as you pulled him in for a passionate kiss and you only let him go once your lungs were gasping for oxygen.

Leo was wide eyed for the second time that night and it was for an entirely different reason, he had never seen you like this and maybe he liked this new change.

"You listen to me very carefully Leo, you are beautiful just the way you are, with these hands that can fix and build just about anything, that keep me warm when its cold outside, that can cook for me because you and I both know that I most probably would have starved to death without them."

That drew a laugh from both of you and you held his hands as if that were most precious things to ever exist. You then cupped his face delicately as he would with all the trinkets he would make for you at his bunker.

"This beautiful, handsome face that comes with the smart ass mouth that just wouldn't keep shut in the most dangerous of situations, the same that just wouldn't stop assuring and encouraging me when I am feeling down."

You once again pulled him for a kiss but this time it didn't last as long as he wanted it to.

"I love you for who you are Leo, I don't care what others think about you, I know who you are and I am in love with you not them so I want you to promise to me that you wouldn't let anyone's opinion change you."

Leo had a warm an watery smile on his face as he held his pinky, "Pinky promise," he whispered as you grabbed his pinky with yours mirroring the same smile that he had. "Pinky promise".

The two of you giggled as you kissed each other. You suddenly pulled back and Leo noticed a fire in your eyes that he had never seen before.

"You are my man Leo Valdez keep that in mind I don't want anyone to look at you the same way I do, do I make myself clear?"

Leo smiled and gave a salute as he replied, "Yes Ma'am".

You both laughed out as the night was filled with laughter and stories of your quest and before Leo could welcome the sleep he looked down at your sleeping figure with a small smile on his face as he knew that no matter how many insecurities and problems you two would have you both would always be there for each other and that it would be ok.

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Incorrect Quotes

Elijah and Natasha:........

Niklaus: Is this the part where you tell me that you will kill me if I hurt Arya?

Arya: Don't be dumb Niklaus, if you hurt me I will kill you myself.

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This is so cute and endearing. Thank for feeding my love for cassian.

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Cassian x reader

Summary: Cassian is sick and his mate takes care of him

Warnings: none

A/n: it’s 4 am but I had the brilliant idea to drink coffee at 12 am so this is the product of my stupidity. I hope you enjoy :)

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Cassian on a regular day was affectionate, wanting to be near you as much as possible with random kisses placed here and there: your shoulder, collarbone, cheek, nose, forehead, jaw, literally any place he could reach. And you loved that. You loved that you had a sensitive and affectionate mate who wasn’t afraid of showing his emotions. You loved that at any time of day when you wanted comfort or human contact, your mate was there to provide it.

Sick Cassian, however, was on a whole other level. Affectionate like normal Cassian, only ten times as clingy. You barely got to get up from bed while he was sick and you had to admit, you loved every second of it. 

Currently, the 6’7 Illyrian lay in your shared bed, cuddled up in blankets with his head in your lap and coughing like his life depended on it. You stroked his hair in gentle motion, attempting to soothe the headache he no doubt had due to the coughing, the clogged sinuses, and staying up all night due to the coughing and clogged sinuses.

Cassian groaned, attempting to take a breath through his nose and failing. “I hate being sick,” he said in a congested voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“I’m glad my misery is making you laugh,” he glared up at you.

“I’m not laughing at your misery!” You objected. “Okay, maybe I am,” you smiled. “But you’re just so adorable when you’re whiny and clingy like that. I can’t help it.”

Groaning, Cassian turned on his side, face buried in your stomach. You continued stroking his hair, burying your hand in it, and targeting all the spots on his scalp that made him putty in your hands.

He hummed in contentment, finally getting relief from the headache that had been ruining his morning. That was until another coughing fit took over.

Cassian sat up, hand cupping his mouth as he coughed violently. You grimaced, reaching out to rub his back. Cassian slumped back into you once he was done, back against the headboard and head resting on your shoulder.

“Would you like some soup, my love?” You asked, kissing his warm temple.

Furrowing your brows, you brought up the back of your hand to his forehead. The fever was back. You made a mental note to fetch some medicine along with the soup.

“Yes please,” he sniffled.

Turning on his side again to get comfortable, Cassian's arm went around your waist, pinning you to the bed.

“I need to get up to bring you soup, you know?” You laughed.

“But I wanna cuddle,” Cassian pouted.

“Soup is more important right now, Cassie. It’ll help you get better.” You attempted to pry his arm off but even sick, Cassian was stronger.

“Cuddling my mate will also help me get better,” he objected.

"Really? Says who?" you asked with a teasing smile.

"Madja," Cassian said. "Yes, she said it is imperative for a male to get cuddles from his mate when he's sick otherwise he may never get better! Do you want me to never get better, Y/n?" Cassian gave you his puppy eye look that makes you melt in a second.

You laughed endearingly at your mate's antics before sighing. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Then we can cuddle as much as you want,” you smiled at him.

“Promise?” Cassian asked.

“Yes,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Cassian beamed, releasing his hold on you, and sprung you to your feet to get your mate some soup and some much-needed medicine.

Putting some chicken noodle soup on the stove to quickly heat up, you searched the cabinets for the medicines. After getting all you needed, you poured the steaming into a bowl and hurried back.

Cassian was sitting up, glaring at you as you entered the room.

“You said it would take a couple of minutes. You’ve been gone for 15!” He huffed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly objections and how adorable he looked with the pout. You set the bowl of soup and medicine on the side table and leaned on the bed to kiss Cassian’s cheek.

“I’m sorry, angel,” you kissed his cheek again.

“You’re forgiven,” he grinned, immediately pulling you to him.

Once you were settled in with Cassian’s arms around your waist and head on your chest, you picked up the bowl of steaming soup and started feeding it to your mate.

Cassian hummed at the soothing burn from the soup and he drank the rest of it in no time. Afterward, you gave him his medicine and rubbed his back while waiting for the effect of the medicines to take over.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Cassian mumbled against your chest sleepily, kissing your shoulder in gratitude.

You kissed his crown in response.

OH MY GOD!!!!

It's been days since I have been here and I come back to this masterpiece. Azriel deserves the world.

This is so cute and fluffy Azriel definitely melted when we kissed his knuckles. ❤❤❤

One of those days

Azriel x reader

summary: it is one of those days when Azriel needs a little extra love from his mate after coming back from a mission.

warnings: none!

authors note: I attempted to write a diabetes-inducing fic like @writingsbychlo so I hope you like it! And this fic is for the biggest Azriel fangirl @azrielhours for being literally the best human being on this planet and helping me numerous times with assignments and for listening to my endless rants about god knows what. The list goes on and I don’t think this expresses how grateful I am for her but I hope you like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Three hours past dinner, you sat at the table, going over some paperwork for Rhys. You had been expecting Azriel back from a mission but there were no telltale signs of your mate’s arrival yet. The chicken pot pie, his favourite, sat out in front of you, forgotten in favour of getting some work done to kill the time.

Now, three hours past dinner, heavy footsteps thudded against the wooden porch, groaning under the weight of the tall Illyrian making his way to the front door. You stood up from your chair, making your way to the foyer. The sound of a door opening and closing echoed throughout the house before you were met with the sight of your exhausted mate, toeing off his boots.

With a small smile, you made your way over. Already you could tell, today had not been a good day for Azriel if the bags under his eyes, the crease between his brows, the hunched shoulders and the sagging wings were any signs. Your heart ached at seeing him like this.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, you rested your head on his chest and squeezed, flooding the bond with love. Azriel squeezed back with his arms around your shoulders and cheek resting on top of your head, sending love down the bond as well. He breathed you in, squeezing a little tighter when you made a move to pull away.

“Not yet,” he mumbled and so you stayed like that for a couple more minutes.

“Welcome home,” you muttered, chin now resting on his chest while you looked up at his face. Azriel leaned down to lightly peck your lips before resting his forehead on yours.

“I’m sorry I didn't show up for dinner,” he said against your lips. You shook your head. “No need to apologize. I understand.”

With a kiss on the forehead, Azriel unwound his arms from around your shoulders.

“Come on,” you said while lacing your fingers through his and led him inside the house and upstairs to your room.

There were rarely days like today. Days when Azriel would need a little more care, a little more love and attention. You were happy to be there for your mate like that every time but Azriel insisted he could do everything himself and you didn't need to bother. Today was one of those days when he needed the affection, and you'd be there for him.

You stepped into the bathroom, leaving Azriel to rid himself of his clothes while you worked on preparing him a relaxing bath. Turning on the warm water in the tub, you added some lavender soap to calm his undoubtedly racing mind and lit some candles on the counter for the atmosphere.

Azriel stepped into the bathroom while you were preparing the bath, your back to him. You turned around to find him standing by the door, leaning his head against the wall with a tired look on his face. Your heart ached for your mate and your reached out, wanting to make it better.

“Bad mission?” you asked.

He shook his head, closing his eyes in exhaustion. “It was just a long day. Felt like it would never end and the whole mission, all I wanted to do was be with you.”

Your heart warmed at the confession. Standing in front of him, you gently held his face between your palms and pressed your lips to his in a sweet but passionate kiss.

“You’re home now, babe. I'm here.” You nudged his nose with yours and his face scrunched up adorably. “Let's get you cleaned up, yeah?” Azriel nodded, walking over to the tub large enough to accommodate his wings, and sank down into the hot water. A sigh of relief and contentment escaped his lips, making you smile.

“Aren't you gonna get in with me?” Azriel asked.

You pursed your lips before nodding. You got undressed quickly, leaving your clothes in a pile on the floor and settled into the tub behind Azriel. His wings sat draped over the sides of the tub, slightly brushing your arm. Your legs went around his hips, his hands quickly finding your thighs and rubbing circles into them. You put your arms around his shoulders, cradling his head, making him rest it against your sternum.

Azriel tipped his head back to look at your face and you smiled, lightly kissing his forehead. His eyes closed as Azriel sank into you, savouring having you so close after a harrowing week of being apart.

His eyes remained closed as you reached for a bottled of shampoo, squeezing some on your hand then massaging it into his scalp. Azriel hummed at how good it felt after having his hair whipped around by the wind while flying. You worked in silence, taking your time with massaging his scalp and Azriel sent a rush of adoration down the bond. You turned your head to the side to kiss his temple in response.

After rinsing the shampoo off, you put some conditioner in and let it sit while you worked on his wings. Moving from behind Azriel to in front of him, you sat on your knees with a rag in hand.

“I missed this,” Azriel commented with a smirk on you on your knees in front of him. You swatted his shoulder, glaring playfully and he chuckled.

With practiced motions, you quickly cleaned his wings and Azriel groaned in approval. You didn’t know what wings felt like but it couldn’t have been a good feeling having them caked in dirt. The water had turned a murky brown by now from all the dirt that came off Az. Draining the tub, the two of you stood.

Azriel grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and stepped out of the tub, grabbing your hand to help you out of the tub safely.

You went to fetch yourself a towel and some clothes for yourself and Azriel. While you were turned around, cold water droplets met your back and you shrieked loudly.

Turning back around, you saw Azriel standing with a proud smile. He had shaken his wings to rid them of water, drenching you with it in the process.

You gasped in mock offence, hand flying to your heart. “This is what I get for taking care of you? Such ungratefulness,” you pretended to wipe away a stray tear and Azriel laughed out loud. You couldn’t help but smile at the melodious sound. You were happy your mate was happy.

He grabbed your hand and pulled you into him. “Thank you taking care of me, my love. Words can’t describe how grateful I am for having you in my life.” You smiled, leaning more into him and kissing his chest. Azriel wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the crown of your head.

“I’m grateful for you, too,” you said, looking up at him. Azriel grinned, a genuine smile that reached his eyes and had your heart soaring.

“We should put some clothes on,” you said after.

“But you look so much better naked,” Azriel pouted.

You swatted his shoulder. “Behave, mister!”

“My apologies, miss,” he laughed, kissing you once again.

The two of you headed into the room, putting your clothes on. After getting dressed, you beckoned Azriel to the dressing table and told him to sit. He gave you a confused look but obeyed. Picking from the different vials and bottles, you settled on a green one. Squirting some onto your hand, you rubbed it between your palms before patting it into Azriel’s skin.

“What is that?” Azriel asked.

“It’s toner. It’s used to even out your skin tone and it makes the other products sink into your skin better,” you explained.

Next you picked up a moisturizer and got a dollop on your hand before massaging it into Azriel’s skin.

“And what is this?”

“Moisturizer. Makes your skin soft.”

“You never said my skin is rough!” Azriel confronted.

“It’s not,” you replied. “Though I’m still very confused how since you use the same soap for your face and body and you don’t have a skincare routine.”

“Guess I’m just blessed,” Azriel said cockily. You hummed.

“Feyre, Nesta and I are so jealous of you three.”

You picked up some under eye masks next and put two baby pink crescent moons under Azriel’s eyes.

“My love, are you plotting to turn me into a circus clown?” Azriel asked.

You laughed. “It’s just supposed to help with the dark circles and tired bags. We’ll take them off in a bit. We have to wait 10 minutes though.”

“I have a suggestion on how to pass the time.” Azriel pulled you onto his lap, making a move to kiss you but you put your hand up, covering his mouth. He huffed in protest.

“I’m not done taking care of you yet,” you objected.

“What’s left though? You washed and conditioned my hair, you washed my wings, did my skincare. I’ve never felt more taken care of!” He defended.

“There’s one more thing.” Getting off his lap, you opened the drawer, pulling out a pouch full of nail care. “Give me your hand,” you asked. Azriel shyly held out his hand, back facing up, refusing to make eye contact. Noticing his hesitation, you grabbed his hand and kissed his knuckles. A faint pink blush coated Azriel’s cheeks and your heart warmed at the sight. Taking a pair of nail clippers out of the pouch, you carefully trimmed each of his nails. Then, taking a nail file, you shaped them so they all looked the same and finally cleaned under the nails. Lastly, you took some cuticle oil and massaged it into all his cuticles.

“All done!” You said proudly.

Azriel stared at his hands in awe and turned a little teary eyed. “Thank you so much.” His voice came out gravelly.

You smiled, perching yourself up on his lap and kissed his nose. “You don’t need to thank me. And we can take these off now, my adorable circus clown,” you joked before peeling off the masks.

“Thank you, truly, for taking care of me today, Y/n. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

“A lot, okay? And you don’t need to thank me. I’m here for you, babe.” You kissed Azriel sweetly before getting off his lap and guiding him to the bed.

You laid down on your back and held your arms out for him. Azriel smiled brightly, happily climbing into your arms and resting his head on your chest. He sighed happily, glad to be back home and with you. You stroked Azriel’s hair, lightly scraping his scalp that had him humming in contentment. Soon, light snores were heard from him and you smiled to yourself, kissing the crown of his head.

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Cassian x reader

Summary: Cassian is sick and his mate takes care of him

Warnings: none

A/n: it’s 4 am but I had the brilliant idea to drink coffee at 12 am so this is the product of my stupidity. I hope you enjoy :)

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Cassian on a regular day was affectionate, wanting to be near you as much as possible with random kisses placed here and there: your shoulder, collarbone, cheek, nose, forehead, jaw, literally any place he could reach. And you loved that. You loved that you had a sensitive and affectionate mate who wasn’t afraid of showing his emotions. You loved that at any time of day when you wanted comfort or human contact, your mate was there to provide it.

Sick Cassian, however, was on a whole other level. Affectionate like normal Cassian, only ten times as clingy. You barely got to get up from bed while he was sick and you had to admit, you loved every second of it. 

Currently, the 6’7 Illyrian lay in your shared bed, cuddled up in blankets with his head in your lap and coughing like his life depended on it. You stroked his hair in gentle motion, attempting to soothe the headache he no doubt had due to the coughing, the clogged sinuses, and staying up all night due to the coughing and clogged sinuses.

Cassian groaned, attempting to take a breath through his nose and failing. “I hate being sick,” he said in a congested voice.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“I’m glad my misery is making you laugh,” he glared up at you.

“I’m not laughing at your misery!” You objected. “Okay, maybe I am,” you smiled. “But you’re just so adorable when you’re whiny and clingy like that. I can’t help it.”

Groaning, Cassian turned on his side, face buried in your stomach. You continued stroking his hair, burying your hand in it, and targeting all the spots on his scalp that made him putty in your hands.

He hummed in contentment, finally getting relief from the headache that had been ruining his morning. That was until another coughing fit took over.

Cassian sat up, hand cupping his mouth as he coughed violently. You grimaced, reaching out to rub his back. Cassian slumped back into you once he was done, back against the headboard and head resting on your shoulder.

“Would you like some soup, my love?” You asked, kissing his warm temple.

Furrowing your brows, you brought up the back of your hand to his forehead. The fever was back. You made a mental note to fetch some medicine along with the soup.

“Yes please,” he sniffled.

Turning on his side again to get comfortable, Cassian's arm went around your waist, pinning you to the bed.

“I need to get up to bring you soup, you know?” You laughed.

“But I wanna cuddle,” Cassian pouted.

“Soup is more important right now, Cassie. It’ll help you get better.” You attempted to pry his arm off but even sick, Cassian was stronger.

“Cuddling my mate will also help me get better,” he objected.

"Really? Says who?" you asked with a teasing smile.

"Madja," Cassian said. "Yes, she said it is imperative for a male to get cuddles from his mate when he's sick otherwise he may never get better! Do you want me to never get better, Y/n?" Cassian gave you his puppy eye look that makes you melt in a second.

You laughed endearingly at your mate's antics before sighing. “I’ll be back in a couple of minutes. Then we can cuddle as much as you want,” you smiled at him.

“Promise?” Cassian asked.

“Yes,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Cassian beamed, releasing his hold on you, and sprung you to your feet to get your mate some soup and some much-needed medicine.

Putting some chicken noodle soup on the stove to quickly heat up, you searched the cabinets for the medicines. After getting all you needed, you poured the steaming into a bowl and hurried back.

Cassian was sitting up, glaring at you as you entered the room.

“You said it would take a couple of minutes. You’ve been gone for 15!” He huffed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his silly objections and how adorable he looked with the pout. You set the bowl of soup and medicine on the side table and leaned on the bed to kiss Cassian’s cheek.

“I’m sorry, angel,” you kissed his cheek again.

“You’re forgiven,” he grinned, immediately pulling you to him.

Once you were settled in with Cassian’s arms around your waist and head on your chest, you picked up the bowl of steaming soup and started feeding it to your mate.

Cassian hummed at the soothing burn from the soup and he drank the rest of it in no time. Afterward, you gave him his medicine and rubbed his back while waiting for the effect of the medicines to take over.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Cassian mumbled against your chest sleepily, kissing your shoulder in gratitude.

You kissed his crown in response.