requested by @downtonabbeyandausten; they’re all “queued-up” and ready to go! Four out of four, on the hour starting at 9:30am CST
Here are their autumn aesthetics I did a few months ago–these are a continuation of those :o)
At the end of the lane, past the cemetery, you’ll find a fork in the road.
For those brave enough to take the overgrown path through the forest, you’ll find the ruins of Crawley House.
They say it was a happy place, once.
They say a witch lived there. Some say you can find her there still.
They say her lover died centuries ago, that his restless spirit still wanders the halls and grounds.
They say the witch will stop at nothing to bring him back.
Those who are brave enough may try to find her. But beware…most who have faced the witch of Crawley House are never seen again.
Part of my Secret Santa gift for @bleulily, who requested “a
dark, paranormal photoset with Sybil as a witch and a haunted house
“! So sorry for the long wait (and the fact that the proportions of the photos are all screwed up…) I hope you like it! Merry Christmas, my dear!
In a land of myth and a time of magic…
S/T Medieval fantasy au for @undisclosed-desires-nz. I hope you like your presents!
Flowers are restful to look at. They have neither emotions nor conflicts.
Here’s the first part of my s/t secret santa for @undisclosed-desires-nz. I hope you like it!
google just made me so emo
oh my god I can’t stop crying
From a strictly marketing standpoint. This is the best ad of all time. Like…well fucking done Google.
I’m not crying you’re crying
so ready for 2018. let’s do this.
The best Christmas present ever
Here’s my secret Santa fic for Mosteyn, as part of the Sybil/Tom secret Santa exchange. Thanks so much for organising it @yankeecountess !
“Da, Aiden’s stolen my shoe!” Aoife shouted.
“No, I haven’t, why would I want your shoe? It was Liam
who stole your shoe!” Aiden retaliated.“How could it be Liam, he wasn’t even in the same room as
the shoe when it happened!”“Look, it doesn’t matter who stole the shoe, as long as
you have it and your other shoe on before your Ma gets back, or else we won’t
get to your grandparents in time. You don’t want to miss seeing your cousins,
do you?” Tom replied, whilst trying to find where the children’s coats had
disappeared to. The agents house was only small, but the shear magnitude of
things the family collected over the years meant that it was impossible to find
anything. Well, impossible for Tom to find that is – he knew as soon as Sybil
walked through the door she’d find the children’s coats, and the stolen shoe
straight away. As well as being an amazing nurse, and a wonderful mother, Tom
was also convinced his wife was a magician of some sort.As if on cue, the front door flew open and Sybil entered
the room like a whirlwind. Still in her work uniform, hair flying out of what
was originally a neatly parted bun, she rushed towards Tom, gave him a brief
kiss on the cheek, before turning to the still squabbling children, hands on
hips.“Ma!” Liam, the youngest of the three, shouted at the
sight of his mother, running towards her with open arms. As Sybil scooped him
up in her arms, she turned to take charge of the shoe situation.Read more at: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12782901/1/
Musings of a Yankee Countess 