#ms: moodboard monday

[did-i-do-this-write]

Moodboard Monday: Character's Favorite Color

Prompt provided by @moon-and-seraph

For Ozpin from RWBY in my Halfway House AU. He gravitates to any shade of green and tans and browns :)

[moondust-bard]

Moodboard Monday

The Coven Knightshade

I’m tagging these people to participate: @athenswrites @silviathebard & @reading-by-the-pale-moonlight

Instructions: In a new post, share a moodboard inspired by your wip. Don’t forget to use the tag MS: Moodboard Monday

[anoelleart]

Went overboard making my first moodboard for my WIP: the Prololith. Each row is a different character!

[moon-and-seraph]

Moodboard Monday

This week's (10/30) optional theme is...

Architecture

How does this event work?

Every Monday, this post will call for original fiction writers to share WIP moodboards, share an optional theme, and you'll share or create a moodboard for your WIP! It can be related to your story, the world, a character, or anything WIP-relevant.

What should my Moodboard Monday post have?

Make sure you create a new post and use the tag ‘MS: Moodboard Monday’, so other writers can look through the tag each week. (Your post must be new, not a reblog, to appear in the tag.)

Look through the Moodboard Monday tag here!

[owlbearwrites]

Moodboard Monday: Seismic

A gunslinger (asshole), a CEO (asshole) and a lawyer (asshole, but classy) walk into a bar? Here's hoping the owner's insurance can cover it.

For this week's MS: Moodboard Monday by @moon-and-seraph, I put together a little something for the three main characters of chapter 4 of my WIP Seismic. And even though the evening described in the chapter wasn't quite like the outing described above, these three are definitely going out for drinks together in the near future.

Nisha grins at her across the doorstep. Meg takes a step forward and kisses her square on the mouth. After the initial shock, it’s not even that bad of a kiss. A little too much teeth, but she expected that much. The purple lipstick tastes like plum with a touch of jet fuel. She steps back and gives Nisha her sweetest smile. “Hope that was okay, Nish. Just wanted to give you a proper thank-you for showing Jack a good time, you know?” It only lasts three seconds, five tops. But it is official and confirmed: she has just rendered Sheriff Nisha Kadam, however briefly, speechless. “Hey, do that again,” Jack calls from behind her. “I didn’t get my ECHO out in time.” “You snooze, you lose, cowboy.�� Nisha laughs at him over Meg’s shoulder. “So… Meg, right? Like I said, I don’t often go riding this side of the tracks, but tell you what, once you get bored of Mr. Hyperion back there, why don’t you swing by Lynchwood? May well be a bottle of whiskey with your name on it.” “Thanks, Sheriff.” Meg shoots her a wink. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

[silviathebard]

Blood of the Saints Moodboard

[sometimesraven]

MOODBOARD MONDAY: Shelter

I can't hear the word without thinking of the Magiverse and its current WIP, House of Magi.

Shelter (a village, not to be confused with The Shelter), is a village built by the hands of a group of largely teenage Magi (magic weilders) who escaped from a psychiatric institute where recently-awakened Magi are held 'for their own good'.

[saunne]

Moodboard Monday - Favorite Colors

Share a moodboard inspired by your WIP in a new post ! This week's (11/27) optional theme is Character's Favorite Colors (og post here)

Tagging in my followers and moots @aalinaaaaaa, @axl-ul, @kanraandchrome and @shadow-of-tea-and-tea

Long post under the cut since I did all my main characters and I have ten of them lmao

[new-royston-cursebreakers]

M+S Moodboard Monday: Wilderness

New Royston is an old town, hundreds of years old. As such, there's only a few natural spaces left in its borders: the Green near the center of town, the beach to the south, and Southaven Forest to the southwest.

The Grove's been torn on what to do with this space, with many wanting to leave it as an untouched space, others wanting to turn it into more residences for the Grove, and still others wanting to commercialize it for one purpose or another. It seems every few months, some of the trees get marked with paint and some machines move in to start clearing land, but something always happens. The machines roll back to where they came from and lichen grows over the paint.

Can anyone blame the Grove for its indecisiveness? The Forest is a beautiful place, equally peaceful and haunting. Like many other places in New Royston, those who enter get the distinct feeling of being watched...

Tagging @gummybugg for TCoNR content!

[jessicagailwrites]

Moodboard Monday: Fate

[did-i-do-this-write]

Moodboard Monday: Home

Prompt provided by @moon-and-seraph

For my WIP Home is Where Your Light Shines Brightest.

[moondust-bard]

Moodboard Monday

The Coven Wyrmwood

Learn about this coven here!

[anoelleart]

Moodboard Monday Saturday

[Theme: dreams]

“I dream of a wolf mother, with a child like mine and half a jaw. Sometimes I dream I am her and I lope through the forest, starving. When I wake up, all I can think about is running away, on all fours like her, until my feet and hands are calloused like a dog’s pads. [...] I may be feral.”

[The Protolith, Chapter 28]

[moon-and-seraph]

Moodboard Monday

This week's (8/21) optional theme is...

Home

How does this event work?

Every Monday, this post will call for moodboards, share an optional theme, and you'll share or create a moodboard for your WIP! It can be related to your story, the world, a character, or anything WIP-relevant.

What should my Moodboard Monday post have?

Make sure you create a new post and use the tag ‘MS: Moodboard Monday’, so other writers can look through the tag each week. (Your post must be new, not a reblog, to appear in the tag.)

Look through the Moodboard Monday tag here!

[owlbearwrites]

Focusing on a more horror-y fare for this week's MS: Moodboard Monday.

From my WIP Shadows, which is a Borderlands/Don't Starve crossover that's somehow ended up focusing on the most heartbreaking bits of both games so far.

what is the matter, father? The distorted, agonizing blare of Angel’s shadow voice through his mind is the loveliest sound in every world Jack’s ever known. “Save him!” Jack jerks his head towards the shadow play in the air, where Rhys has barely managed to dodge another swipe of the tree beast’s claws. “You said you were going to help him, Angel! Is this what you call helping him?” “Oh, no.” The magic aura falls away from Angel as she joins Jack in staring at the events unfolding a few world hops away. “Oh, I thought he was going to be okay. He was in no danger when I left him—” “Well, he’s in a whole damn lot of danger NOW!” Jack bellows. “Don’t just stand there, DO something!” “Yes!”  YES  “I will help, I just—”  need to think  “—for a moment. Um. Ugh.” my head She holds her head with both hands as her entire shape flickers, cycling between her human form and the deepest shadow state, and every state in-between, and Jack wants nothing more than to hold her and tell her it’s going to be okay and to shake her and yell at her to get herself together before it’s too late. Bound to his throne as always, he can do neither. Except grit his teeth to stop himself screaming his helpless rage to the ceiling.

[awrkive]

[TEASER] CATCH YOUR WAVE (m) — JJK.

the last thing you expected when you strolled into your new school is to become the favorite project of the 5’11” tatted-up overly enthusiastic, golden-retriever-in-human-form PE teacher, jeon jungkook. he’s all goofy grins, bad math puns, and relentless charm, while you’re busy pretending you’re immune to his antics... spoiler alert: you’re not. and that infuriates you. 

alternatively, jungkook tries to prove that opposites don’t just attract — they collide. a classic case of one plus one equals: “oh, no. i like him.”

PAIRING jeon jungkook x (female) reader

GENRE r18+ (fuff, slight angst, mature content) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

WORD COUNT ~15k (still working around the final wc)

TEASER WORD COUNT 1.8k words

WARNINGS/MISC teachers!au, pe teacher!jk, math teacher!reader, seven!jungkook, himbo!jk, coworkers!au (works in the same school), oc gets kinda mean sometimes but jungkook likes it lmfao, extremely corny pick up lines.. he tries 💔 2000s romcoms references (sorry) warnings for this teaser: nothing major. just bad math puns delivered by himbo jungkook :')

NOTES inspired by the whole “can she gaf me💔” vibes in the seven mv (by jungkook) and ultimately the click five’s song, catch your wave (hence the title🥸 pls listen to the song for the whole vibes hehe <3). ive been wanting to write himbo jk for awhile bcs all my jks are like … smart so far so i thought wait we need to change that. gahhhh im so so freaking excited ive been thinking about writing this ever ever since i wrote that one himbo jk drabble 💃🏼

[ CYW MOODBOARD ] • [ MAIN MASTERLIST ]

RELEASE DATE 2025, FEBRUARY 15TH | 01:00 AM KOREAN STANDARD TIME (GMT+9)

They say life is a balance of good and bad days, and you’re not a pessimistic person, but sometimes enough is enough. How is your week already this bad when it’s just barely started? 

Sunday morning, when you picked up your laundry from the shop, you were too late to realize that you mixed not just one but two white underwear with the colored loads. You’d blame it on the fact that they were too tiny, too flimsy for you to notice. But you know you should’ve double-checked before putting them in the machine. And now you have lost two panties. And in this economy? That shit cost a ton. 

When Monday came and the head of the Math Department informed you there was a sudden shift in your schedule for the semester, it meant that instead of teaching three Algebra classes for tenth graders, you’re also teaching pre-Algebra for eighth graders, meaning you’re gonna have to cross the long walk from the high school building to the middle school one, the latter being all the way to the left wing, completely the opposite side of the right wing where the faculty room and your initial classes are. 

Today, you’ve woken up with your WiFi not connected to the internet (something you have to talk to your landlord about when you come back home) and just two minutes ago, you realized you forgot to take your coffee order with you from the cafe across your school building, the sad garlic bread you bought along with it staring right at you without its beloved beverage pair. 

Truthfully, it might be your last straw. How the hell is this happening to you out of all people? The semester is just starting, for god’s sake, and you’re already hanging on by a thread. 

You take a deep breath on your seat before standing up from your cubicle, heading to the coffee machine by the snack bar.

You hate the coffee here. Whatever brand they keep on stocking the pantry with, it’s too naturally sweet – and you don’t like your coffee with sugar. 

But you have no choice but to make do. The cafe’s too far out and your first class starts in about twenty minutes. 

“Good morning, Ms. Math Genius – ready to crunch some numbers today?” 

As if this day couldn’t get any worse, you shut your eyes close for a moment when you hear the familiar voice. 

You stir your coffee with downturned lips.

“Only if you promise to flex those brain muscles—” You say, turning to look to the side. Much to your expectation, it’s Jeon Jungkook, leaning casually against the wall with that usual faux suave he keeps on around you – which you can’t take seriously because his big doe eyes tell you a completely different story. He’s wearing some Nike dri fit shirt, one that’s too tight around his chest and accentuates a comparatively tiny waist that you have to force your eyes upwards. But as they do, they land on the biceps that are straining against the poor material. It wasn’t lost on you though that one second after, they’re suddenly flexing. You arch your brow as you glance a look on his face. “—as much as you flex those biceps.” 

Jungkook’s lips curl into a huge grin, expecting the jab. 

“You know it!” He chuckles, running his fingers through his bangs. “I’m all about solving problems, and I’d say my favorite equation is you plus me equals a perfect start to the day.” 

You fight a loud groan from escaping your lips as soon as he says that, giving him a certain look before shaking your head and going back to your coffee. 

But you should’ve known better by now, because Jungkook – aside from being a PE teacher extraordinaire and every student’s favorite at that, Thee Football Coach, 5’11” tatted brunette with a long, fluffy hair paired with an objectively, annoyingly attractive face – is persistent. 

Most especially when it comes to annoying you. 

A few steps, and then you feel him getting closer to you. 

“Did you know that—” 

You roll your eyes. That’s it. If it’s another one of his corny math pick-up lines again you swear to god— 

“Jungkook, you don’t have to keep doing this everyda—” 

“—we’re like parallel lines?” 

“What.”

“Did you know that we’re like parallel lines?” Jungkook repeats earnestly, just like he always does. When he’s up in your personal space like this, it’s easy to get a waft of his cologne – and your annoyance could’ve been justified if he smelled like shit but somehow, even though he looks like he just got back from a run judging by his running shoes and gym bag, he still smells… okay. 

Just okay. As in, you don’t care how good he smells like or how he smells at all.

You make sure to keep that thought at the back of your head. 

“No.” You say, hoping to dismiss the conversation right there as you pick up the cup of coffee from the machine, ready to turn on your heel, but then Jungkook laughs ever so slightly and gives your arm a barely-there poke.

“Come on, entertain me a little.” 

You squint your eyes at him. He challenges your stare with a growing smile on his face. Scoffing, you roll your eyes again before you put the paper cup back on the table. With a sigh, you cross your arms and look at Jungkook. For a split second, his eyes cast downwards to your chest level but he quickly snaps out of it. 

“Okay… we’re like parallel lines… why? Because we’ll never meet?” You say in response to his little request, keeping your tone impassive. 

Jungkook’s eyes slowly widen at your words, smile slowly dropping – as if the logic of your words have ruined one of his million pick-up lines again. 

“I– no! What? I meant, we’re like, always running to each other! Side by side. Parallel lines.”

“Okay… so still never meeting?” You ask impatiently, brows furrowing. 

Jungkook mirrors your confusion. Then, he raises a hand, one finger up. “One second. I’ll fix this–” he takes his phone out from his pocket, types on it quickly, lip jutting out as he reads whatever he’s looking up, and then, “Ohh, I might have meant asymptote lines. We’re like asymptote lines.” 

Your face contorts into even deeper confusion. Holy shit, you’re not dealing with this very early on in the morning, especially not after the circumstances of the past hours.

“Asymptote lines are more depressing than parallel lines if we’re talking metaphorically.” 

Jungkook squints his eyes at you, suspicious. “Are you sure?”

“I would hope I know my lines, Jungkook. I teach them everyday.” 

He laughs again, eyes crinkling at the corners cutely, and you hate how that tugs something at your heartstrings. 

You catch yourself right at that moment.

Jeon Jungkook is not cute. You keep in mind. He’s not cute. 

Jungkook thinks you’re so cute. Gorgeous, most of all, and unbelievably so. You and your signature furrowed brows and pink pouty lips.

As usual, you have your hair up in a clean bun today, and Jungkook can smell the lace of sweet vanilla from you as he takes a step closer to get a cup for himself. 

He loves the coffee here. Whatever brand they keep stocking the pantry with, it’s sweet as fuck. Just like how Jungkook likes his caffeine dose. Kind of like you, he thinks. 

Jungkook casts a quick glance at you again, can't really help himself when you're so pretty, although he makes sure to be subtle about it.

You’re wearing another one of your pencil skirts, one that he has to avoid staring at for longer than three seconds lest his mind takes him too far – but the upper view is even more of a torture, unfortunaly for him. Because as much as you wear the same outfit every single day and it should mean that Jungkook should get used to it by now, he can never be immune to your silk long sleeves, where you keep the top three buttons open – and as much as Jungkook tries to pry his gaze away from the exposed skin down from your neck, it’s like there’s a strange force in the universe that keeps him on it. Doesn’t really help that you like crossing your arms under your chest, too, making his mind run a mile per minute at the thoughts that form inside his head when a very apparent cleavage shows—

Alright. Damn. It’s like 8 am. 

And you were saying something about lines…

“Yeah? I hope you can teach me too, I need to—” 

“Goodbye, Mr. Jeon.” You cut him off before he can even finish his sentence, taking your coffee with you as you head to the direction of your cubicle. 

The nickname makes Jungkook’s lips curl up. He probably shouldn’t smile, given that you only ever call him that when you want to cut the conversation with him short. But he can’t help it, it sounds sweet coming from your pretty lips. 

In an attempt to not look like a fool, Jungkook bites his lip as he watches your disappearing figure, your heels clicking on the floor as you walk away. Your legs look so long in that grey pencil skirt, and it really should be criminal how you look like that even when you’re just showing your back. 

In his trance, he forgets about the brewing coffee in his cup and absentmindedly takes it out while the machine is still running, the hot liquid pouring from the nozzle quickly burning the skin on his finger. 

“Oh, shit!” He hisses, jumping from the shock, almost knocking his coffee out but thankfully he manages to catch it on time, just as when another member of the faculty walks by the snack bar. 

With an awkward smile, Jungkook raises a thumbs up to Mrs. Lee. 

“Good morning, Mrs. Lee. Looking rad as always.” He cheerfully greets, and Mrs. Lee’s confusion from seeing him fumble with his cup earlier quickly turns into a coo. 

“Oh, Mr. Jeon, you charming kid. I was just gonna get my cup of coffee.” She says, walking towards his direction. 

Jungkook adjusts the strap of his gym bag to his shoulder and takes a cup for Mrs. Lee with a grin, making her smile. 

She thanks him and with a playful salute, Jungkook goes toward the general direction of his cubicle, and because the PE department and Math department are just across from each other, he walks past you, typing something on your iPad before you look around and catch his gaze.

Jungkook automatically waves, smiling brightly, but you only frown, shutting your iPad close and ignoring him.

Amused, Jungkook tries to fight off a huge grin, taking a few long strides to get to his own cubicle. 

His day is already off to a good start.

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