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[leulahart]

the mountain's daughter

[teddypines]

Weekend alone

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Summary: Y/N and Bruce have the house to themselves so they think watching a movie or show would be a good idea, until things take a different turn.

Bruce Wayne x Fem!reader.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+ MDNI, please and if you do not my problem. Use of vibrator, bit of degrading, i think. Let me know if i missed something.

Note: So.... First time doing smut. I hope it's good, i hope you enjoy it. Tips are always welcome!

Art/picture's are from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

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It was an odd acuranse for Bruce and Y/N to have the whole house for themselves. Yet it happened to them. All the kids out of the house doing their own things with friends, partners or just something by themselves. Even Alfred went out for the weekend, going on a well-deserved vacation to a butler convention. Even the animals did their own things as Bruce and Y/N tried to figure out what to do for the day. Not wanting to do a lot since it was Sunday, which meant a lazy day for Bruce and Y/N to bond and recharge for the next week.

“We could watch a new show or movie downstairs.” Bruce suggested. Knowing fully well that they would never watch something new without the kids and will probably circle back to one of their favorite shows and or movies. “Yeah, but the bed is so warm and cozy right now. I don’t want to leave.” Y/N answered as she snuggled into Bruce’s side a bit more. Bruce laughed a bit and booped her nose. “Alright then, we can watch a show or movie here in bed. I did put in a tv in the room that we barely use.” 

“Can we watch Steven Universe?” Y/N asked Bruce, not even bothered that they watched Steven Universe multiple times and it wasn’t a new show or movie. “Please, Brucie, please.” Giving Bruce her puppy eyes. Bruce looked at Y/N and sighed. “You really want to watch Steven Universe again over watching something new? Something that, I don't know, needs to be checked before we watch it with the children?” 

“Steven Universe." Y/N answered. “Because all I wanna do is see you turn into a giant woman.” Bruce could only laugh a bit at Y/N quoting the show. “Or we can watch something that is a bit less gem related. We could watch that show with the angels and demons.” Bruce said as he pulled away from Y/N to find the remote to the tv in his nightstand. 

“Be more specific, Love. There are multiple shows with angels and demons.” Y/N responded. Turning on her side to watch Bruce look for the remote. “The one where they are lovers.” Bruce added. “Still not specific enough, love.” Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes. feeling a bit frustrated about not finding the remote or the show he ment.

“Do you want me to list them off?” Y/N asked, wanting to help Bruce with finding the show or movie he ment. Bruce only nodded his head as he continued his search for the remote. “Okay, so we have ‘Good Omens’, ‘Supernatural’, ‘Lucifer’ I think ‘Vampire diaries’, ‘Buffy the vampire slayer’ ehm…. that one show with the witches. Yeah no I think that’s it.” Y/N listed off all the shows she could think of. Bruce was a bit baffled about all the shows with angels and demons that were lovers or had other lovers. He dropped the remote on the floor. “Yeah… ehm… Let’s just watch Sherlock.” “Okiedokie, which one?” 

Bruce looked at Y/N, wanting to give up on watching a show or movie all together. “The one with Rdj?..” Bruce answered. “First or second one?” Y/N asked again. Bruce leaned against the headboard in shock. “Jeez women stop asking so many questions, I just want to watch Sherlock Holmes and snuggle with you!” He answered. “So…. I can pick the Sherlock version?” “Yes! Just pick, please.” Y/N giggled and put on the first Sherlock Holmes movie with Rdj in it after grabbing the remote from Bruce’s hands. 

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“I don’t like Irene.” Y/N commented after Irene just tricked Sherlock into doing her dirty work. Bruce laughed at her comment and kissed the side of her head. “I know you do. Good thing she’s not real and Sherlock ditches her.” Y/N nodded her head at Bruce’s response. “You know Sherlock only likes her somewhat because she’s interesting to him and he can’t really read her like all the other people, right?” He asked before continuing to kiss Y/N head and cheeks. “Yes, I know that, but I still don’t like her.” Y/N pouted after answering.

Bruce laughed a bit at the pout Y/N had on her face and slowly placed his hands over her thighs. “Such a pouty girl.” Y/N looked up at Bruce, sticking out her tongue. “And here I thought I was free of children for the day.” Bruce teasted. “Maybe I should teach you how to behave.” Y/N turned a bit red and quickly looked back towards the tv. “No need.”

“No need? Owh sweetheart, I think you do need to be taught a lesson in behaving.” Bruce whispered into Y/N ears. His hands moved from her thighs towards her hips, gently lifting her up and placing her into his lap. “Good girls don’t stick out their tongues.”

Before Y/N knew it Bruce had pulled off her sleep shorts and panties. “Focus on the tv, Sweetheart.” He ordered Y/N in a husky tone. Y/N could only listen and turned her focus on the tv in front of her. She could hear Bruce reach for his nightstand and grab something from one of the drawers. She had an idea of what he grabbed but had to do her best not to look. Her suspicion was however quickly confirmed when she felt something cold against her clit and a low buzzing sound started to fill the room. “There's a good girl. Keep looking at the tv, love.” Bruce smirked as Y/N started to whimper and squirming between his legs. The vibrator was on the first setting and she was already a mess.

“Bruce…” Y/N moaned as she turned her head up to look at Bruce. “Ah ah. No, Love, keep looking at the tv.” Bruce purred into her ear before turning up the vibrator, making Y/N’s breathing hitch. She moaned at the stronger sensation on her clit, the feeling of Bruce’s hard one against her back wasn’t helping either. She wanted to look at him not at the tv, but he wouldn’t let her. “Such a good girl, Sweetie.” The way Bruce said those words didn’t help Y/N at all, the feeling between her legs only getting stronger and stronger.

Bruce looked back at the tv enjoying the movie once again as he kept the vibrator on Y/N’s clit. Changing the levels every once in a while, going from really low to the highest and everything in between just to tease her. Making sure she wouldn’t come or look away from the tv. Holding her tightly against his chest.

“Bruce… Please~” Y/N whined as she could feel herself getting close again. “Please, please.”

“Please what, love? What do you want?” Bruce asked, adding to the teasing, wanting to hear her say what she wanted in this messy state. “Please, want to come.” Y/N barely got out as Bruce turned up the vibrator once again. “Yeah? You want to come, love? but I don't think you have learned your lesson just yet.” Bruce answered Y/N plea. The way she started to shake in his lap made him want to continue this little teasing game. “Please Brucie, please, i'll be a good girl. A really good girl.”

“Hmmm, are you? Are you going to be my good girl?” Bruce asked after placing a kiss on Y/N’s shoulder when she nodded to his question. “Alright, love, come for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and come.” The moment Bruce told Y/N it was okay to come, she came. She arched her back against Bruce and moaned out his name. Bruce was pleased by Y/N coming like this and the sight alone made him come inside his sweatpants.

After a little while of calming down Y/N turned over in Bruce’s arms. “You’re mean,” She whispered. “But I love you more. Now let me make you feel good too.” She said before getting onto her knees, only to be stopped by Bruce. “No need for that love, you already made me feel really good.” He gestured down at his crotch where a noticeable dark spot was. Y/N looked at it and could only laugh. “Did I really make you come by just letting you toy with me?”

“Maybe.” Bruce smirked and pulled Y/N towards him for a kiss.

“Come on, let's get cleaned up and get some snacks so we can finish this movie.” Bruce said as he picked Y/N up and started to carry her towards the bathroom. Y/N smiled and nodded her head. “I’d like that a lot.” 

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Kiss their cheek

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Word Count: 220-650 for each character

Sanji, Zoro, Luffy, Law, Kid

Synopsis: It was a simple reaction, an impulse you felt organic and out of your control. Their cheek was right there, and the swell in your chest and spike of adrenaline prompted you to lunge forward and capture their cheek beneath your lips. How do they react to such a soft touch? Do they shy away, or do they respond in kind?

Notes: I have hit a follower milestone and I am freaking out about it. I don't normally post about the follower count, but this is simply too incredible to not mark the occasion for. To distract myself from the sheer number of you that found my writing good enough to follow, I have a little drabble for you to enjoy for my favorites. To quote the goodest and bestest boy there ever was: “Thank you for loving me.” I love you all too. Art is not done by me, found on Pinterest

Themes: cheek kisses, feelings, monster trio, supernova trio, crewmate!reader, unrequited love, confessions of love, no prior romantic relationship, gn!reader, pure fluff, A little OOC while I'm still learning about a couple of the blorbos.

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @cinnbar-bun

Blackleg Sanji

“Dinner was beautiful as always, Sanji,” you cooed at him, swooping forward and collecting his smooth cheek beneath your lips in a small kiss, “Well done, Chef.” Holding his cheek in contact with your lips for a few moments longer before pulling away with a broad smile. 

“You’re most welcome, love,” he returned your affectionate demonstration, his lips finding your cheek and grazing your flesh with his lips. 

Both of you reacted as if this touch was not uncommon, not something out of the ordinary in the slightest. This was the first time you had given him this small gesture, demonstrating your appreciation for his hard work with something as simple as a small kiss. 

The fact that this kiss was so freely given to him had Sanji’s heart catch in his throat, his pulse rapidly beating and elevating the flow of his adrenaline through his veins. His family of origin comes from a culture that kisses on the cheeks to greet and farewell friends, acquaintances and even enemies. Why did this kiss feel so perfect against his skin? 

He would do anything to feel your lips on him again, often giving you preferential treatment in the hopes your lips would find his skin once more. Should he gather up the courage to turn his head, claiming your lips within his own, would you turn away? He hoped you wouldn’t. 

Roronoa Zoro

His mind could not comprehend the moment that just befell him. 

It was a simple night of comradery and relaxation. The air felt alight with joyful merriment: Brook playing music, Sanji ensuring each of you had an adequate meal. It felt light: nothing plaguing, hunting, seeking, nor fighting. It was simple, and that is what it felt. 

It being a simple and small kiss against his right cheek.

“You are an excellent first-mate, Zoro,” you laughed up at him, taking his hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, “A noble knight and fearless protector.”

Zoro’s head couldn’t produce a single thought to form a string of a sentence. He had not felt this way, the ignition of a small swell of passion to not involve swordsmanship, ever before. 

In all the realms of intimacy and subtle touches, Zoro was inexperienced in receiving and reciprocating. Zoro was, for lack of a better word, a virgin to such an expression of unbridled affection. 

“Th-Thanks, I guess?” he grunted, his brows arching at you. You giggled, patting him on the shoulder and offering him a warm smile. 

“You’re welcome, soldier,” you cooed up at him before turning on your heel, following the gentle rise in rhythm with your hips, dancing along to Brook’s playing. He followed your movement with a keen eye, more enthusiastic about your gentle sway and soft laughter than he was moments prior. 

Monkey D Luffy

“Oh, Captain!” you smiled at him, hooking your arm over his shoulder and drawing him close to your face, “Your cheeks are so cute. I could just-,” you halted your words, lunging forward and peppering his tanned cheeks with several fluttered kisses, humming throughout each press. 

“Oi, oi, Docinho,” he chuckled, swatting at your hands and writhing within your arms, “Stop that. I am a hardened criminal. I am a captain! You’re not meant to think I’m cute, you’re meant to dote on me and offer me tribute of your loyalty!” You giggled, allowing him to swipe your body away from his. 

His eyes darted away from yours, his lips curved in a soft pout with his brows furrowing in a deep frown. For a moment, you thought you truly offended him by your lips finding his skin. Your eyes widened, your hands shaking defensively to desperately retract your affectionate touch.

“I’m sorry, Captain. I didn’t mean to-,” you were silenced by several inexperienced kisses littering your cheeks, nose and forehead. The cheeky chuckle that followed each of the small pecks only prompted your mind to chase your heart with its rapidity. He placed his hands over your shoulders, laughing whole-heartedly at your frazzlement. 

“If this is the way you’re offering me tribute as a wonderful captain,” he hummed thoughtfully, “Perhaps I’m not so bad at the job after all.” 

Trafalgar D Water-Law

“You work too hard,” you sigh against his cheek, pulling away from his cool flesh and raking your eyes over his face, “You deserve to take a break some time.” You watched the small hue of pink rise to dust over his cheeks, his hair at the nape of his neck standing alert and rigid. 

Unsure what exactly prompted you to seek out your captain’s cheek with your lips, you were regretting the small brush of your lips over his smooth skin the instant you drew yourself away. Watching as Law inhaled a deep breath through his nose, he exhaled a lengthy breath through his lips: following the small gesture with a soft hum. 

“Just know that you’re appreciated, Sir,” you reiterated your stance, ensuring you held your eyes against his to reinforce your seriousness, “I-... We appreciate you, Captain. We love you, and want to help you achieve your goals. Just-... Just know that, okay?” 

Yellow eyes followed your exit, watching every step that you took and hearing the hollow floor ricochet the reverberating tap of your boot heel. His haunted gaze held firm to your retreat, silence growing heavy at the closure of his office door. 

He could not stop thinking about the kiss all day. The way your lips felt against his cheek, the way he felt the small elevation of your smile - the way his heart swelled in his chest, and the way his breath caught in his throat. He wanted to know what it meant. He needed to know if you were being friendly and supportive, or if you wanted more. 

Lips over his cheek, the catching over the words “I appreciate you” with your reassurances that he is loved and worthy of devotion, inhibited him from welcoming slumber for several days. In the hopes of providing him encouragement and loyalty to soothe his rapidly sporadic mind, you aided in him in only finding restlessness. 

Growling at his own racing emotions, he hastily drew up the transponder snail and dialed your personal shell. He awaited the annoying hum, the crackle of the receiver halting as you picked up the call. 

“C-Captain?” your groggy voice called over the snail, “Cap, it’s nearly five in the morning. I clocked off the overnight shift and only just got to sleep-.”

“-Do you love me?” he quickly spurted the words before he could stop them. 

Your mind did not have the capacity to mask your words, given your groggy sleep deprivation. Yawning your answer into the transponder, Law’s heart raced at hearing your words.

“Of course I love you. We all love you,” you confirmed, rolling your neck and taking a moment to collect yourself, “You’re my captain. I pledged my allegiance to follow you, sir. What are you calling me at-?”

“-No,” Law’s voice crackled over the receiver, his tone immediately waking you of your prior tired state, “I need to know what it meant. I need to know what it meant. Why did you kiss me?”

“What?” you began, shaking your head and brows beginning to knit in confusion, “I don’t understand what you’re-.”

“-Why would you kiss me knowing your lips would haunt me? Knowing that that kiss you gave would scorch and mark my heart?” his voice rose as his temper boiled over the edge. “You know I closed myself off to this bullshit. You know what giving me a small amount of your affection would do to me. Why would you-?”

“-Because I love you, Law,” you uttered in a low voice. You flung your legs over the bed, feet finding your sleep shoes beneath your mattress. Your confession hung heavy in the air, your heart and mind fully awake and comprehending your every waking minute. Silence was heavy and swollen with tension, your mind racing over all the possible retorts Law could throw at you. 

Dismissal, execution, exile, abandonment: these were the responses you deduced to be the most appropriate response. In its stead, you were greeted with a small huffed chuckle and a low rumbled retort.

“Come to my office,” he hummed into the receiver, “Show me more. I-I-...” the transponder crackled as Law found his words, “...-I need more.”

Eustass Kid

“In some cultures, it’s seen as a sign of respect,” you nodded your head, bowing your down to him, “It’s an extension of submission and admission to serve beneath a mighty ruler. Hands are the most common to touch, but kissing a cheek is the most intimate expression of-.”

“-Fine, you can kiss me,” the gruff rumble of Eustass Kid’s voice dismissively crackled. He rolled his eyes, turning his cheek away from you to hide the bite of his lip to stifle his rising blush. 

Affectionate touches was not something Kid, nor his crew, were very experienced in receiving. When he offered you the chance of joining his crew to achieve his goals, Eustass Kid did not expect you to dote and coddle each of his crewmen into submission beneath your affectionate touches. As the last member of his crew to be a recipient of your gentle touch, he truly did not comprehend why his heart was beating with anxious rapidity. 

“Only if you’re sure-,” you began, halted by a harsh bark from your captain.

“-I said it was fine, didn’t I?” his gruff voice cut through the air. While his head was still turned from you, he stretched out his right hand to await a small touch from your lips. 

But his cheek was right there. You couldn’t help but spring at the opportunity to rise up to Eustass Kid’s seated position on the wooden bench aboard the deck. He was ripe for doting and peppering a flurry of kisses all over his face, but you held yourself back from such an expression of unbridled affection. You opted to start slow.

Gently touching his shoulders, you stooped down and pressed a sweet and intentional kiss atop the apple of his cheek. You felt his breath catch in his throat, an unintentional whimper halting in his nose at the soft expression of your admiration.

As you pulled away from him, your upper left arm was caught by the wide and firm grasp of the captain of the Victoria-Punk. His face was still turned away from you, but the crimson hue of his pale face gave away the elevation of his heartbeat. 

“I’m sorry, Captain. I should’ve just gone for the hand-,” you began, attempting to tug away from his grip and apologize properly to him. 

“C-Can I-...” he grunted out a gruff cough, continuing to hold his face away from yours, “...Can I have another one?”

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1. Create a Beautiful Study Environment

Light a candle or use fairy lights for a cozy ambiance.

Keep your desk organized and decorate it with items you love (plants, photos, or quotes).

Use aesthetically pleasing stationery like colorful pens, highlighters, and notebooks.

2. Curate a Study Playlist

Find instrumental music, lo-fi beats, or classical tunes to set the mood.

Alternatively, choose ambient sounds like rain, coffee shop chatter, or nature.

3. Romanticize Your Materials

Write notes neatly and add doodles or illustrations.

Use highlighters to make your notes visually appealing.

Treat your textbooks as if they’re sacred knowledge.

4. Incorporate Rituals

Make a cup of tea or coffee before starting.

Set intentions for the session, like "Today, I’m learning to grow."

Take a moment to visualize yourself succeeding.

5. Dress the Part

Wear comfortable but stylish clothes that make you feel good.

Use accessories like a cozy blanket or reading glasses to feel scholarly.

6. Embrace the Aesthetic

Imagine you’re in a library or an old-world study room.

Use vintage-style journals or leather-bound notebooks.

7. Celebrate Small Wins

Reward yourself after completing a session (e.g., a treat or break in the sun).

Reflect on how far you've come and journal your achievements.

8. Use Meaningful Motivations

Remind yourself why you’re studying and visualize your goals.

Think of yourself as the main character in a story striving to succeed.

9. Add Nature

Study near a window with a view of trees or greenery.

Bring a small plant or flowers to your desk.

10. Make Breaks Magical

Read a poem or inspiring quote during breaks.

Do a quick yoga stretch or step outside to breathe fresh air.

Study sessions:

Atmosphere and Environment

Theme Your Space: Create a "study café" vibe or a "Victorian scholar" ambiance with décor and lighting.

Seasonal Touches: Incorporate seasonal elements (like autumn leaves, holiday lights, or fresh flowers) into your workspace.

Essential Oils: Diffuse calming scents like lavender or energizing ones like citrus to boost focus.

Natural Light: Position your desk near a window for natural light and fresh air.

Comfortable Seating: Use a cozy chair with a blanket or cushion for added comfort.

Aesthetic Tools and Accessories

Fountain Pen: Write with a fountain pen to add elegance to your notes.

Wax Seal Stamp: Use one to seal envelopes or even decorate your journal pages.

Custom Stationery: Invest in unique notebooks or personalized study planners.

Color-Coded Systems: Use washi tape or colored tabs for visual appeal and organization.

Glass Water Bottles or Mugs: Sip from aesthetic drinkware that fits your style.

Mindset and Imagination

Pretend You’re in a Movie: Act as if your study session is a montage scene in a film about your success story.

Be the Hero of Your Journey: Imagine your studies as the preparation for a grand quest or mission.

Romantic Narration: Mentally narrate your study day as though it were a novel (“She sipped her tea, deeply immersed in knowledge…”).

Creative Techniques

Illustrated Notes: Add doodles, diagrams, or charts to make concepts come alive.

Calligraphy Headers: Write chapter titles or key points in elegant lettering.

Mind Maps as Art: Turn mind maps into colorful and interconnected masterpieces.

Storytelling Learning: Create a story around the subject you’re studying to make it more engaging.

Incorporating Media

Study Vlogs: Record time-lapse videos of yourself studying to inspire future sessions.

Mood Boards: Create Pinterest boards or vision boards inspired by your study goals.

Inspiring Quotes: Print or write quotes from authors or thinkers related to your subject.

Embracing the Moment

Slow Morning Starts: Begin your day with a peaceful routine before diving into study.

Mindful Study: Pay attention to the sensations of writing, reading, or typing to stay present.

Gratitude Journaling: Start or end with a quick note of gratitude for the opportunity to learn.

Fun and Whimsy

Create Playlists for Each Subject: Match the vibe of your studies with specific music genres.

Snack Like a Scholar: Eat finger foods or pastries as if you’re in an old library café.

Dress Like a Character: Imagine you’re a professor, a scholar, or even a wizard studying spells.

Study out: Take your books or laptop to a park or garden.

End with a Ritual

Summarize Elegantly: End sessions with a recap written beautifully in a journal.

Close the Day with Tea: Treat yourself to a calming tea ceremony as you reflect.

Celebrate Your Effort: Create a simple reward system, like a treat, movie night, or self-care ritual.

Remember be gentle w yourself <3

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★⋆. — THE ART OF MOODBOARDING ( & USING IT TO SCRIPT. )

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AKA 25 DAYS OF SHIFTMAS (DAY 16)

Wrapping Paper — What is your favorite way to script? Why is it your favorite way?

( speaking—your resident moodboard obsessed freak )

if you’re anything like me, you’re tearing your hair out at the root at the thought of a “finished” script. what does that even mean? finished? there’s always more to add, always more to be said in a script—how are you supposed to put any limit on what you desire?

for me, someone who’s self-proclaimed as greedy and functionally insatiable, i can never get enough of shouting to the universe and my subconscious what i want. every car, item of chic clothing, piece of furniture that i can see myself lounging on, friend i’d like to get on with, imagined cute moment with a lover, it all has to be mine, very specifically

thankfully, moodboarding is how you can make sure your subconscious knows all of your desires in their specificity, rather than you having to run your poor fingers ragged typing every singular shred of wanting into your script

moodboards? absolute game-changers, babe. just by cobbling a bunch of photos together into a hastily assembled Pinterest board, you’re basically saying, “here’s my order, thanks—make it snappy” to both the universe and your subconscious. when you drag together those dreamy pics, perfectly tuned-in quotes, and curated color schemes, you’re not just daydreaming—you’re blueprinting. you’re locking in on the energy of what you want, and trust, your subconscious eats that up

౨ৎ … GETTING A CLEAR PICTURE

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moodboards provide the ultimate clarity. once you slap a picture onto a desire—whether it’s pinning it to your Pinterest, dragging it into your Canva collage, or just casually thinking, “that SO fits my DR”—you’re locking that vision in. it’s not just a vibe anymore; it’s an intention, babe. you’re adding more detail to the reality, saying, “yup, this is where i’m going :)”

plus, it’s fun. you’re not just scrolling mindlessly; you’re curating your future. picking that red vintage convertible? that’s you putting links on your Christmas list to make sure you get exactly what you were looking for. it makes your DR feel real—tangible. you’re not just talking about your DR or searching for the right words to describe it; you’re seeing it, feeling it, absorbing it. it turns abstract manifestations into, “oh yeah, I can taste it.”

attaching an image to anything makes it feel real, a basic tenet of visualization in any situation, even to those with no interest in shifting. it gives your mind something solid to hold onto, “I already know what this looks and feels like” so it’s immeasurably easier to convince your mind the truth: you’re already there. just from looking at your curated pictures, you can smell the salty ocean air, feel a cozy cashmere sweater, or taste that overpriced (read: in your price range in your DR) caramel swirl latte

when you specify exactly what you want to your subconscious, and all it takes to do that is to look at a photo you particularly like and declare “it’s mine” it starts plotting, aligning, making moves without you even realizing it. moodboards are more than just aesthetic—they’re manifestation GPS. set the intention, attach the visual—as many visuals as you want, and boom !! you’ve got a crystal-clear roadmap that ensures you not only wake up in your DR, but that you wake up in your DR equipped with everything you’ve ever even considered wanting there

౨ৎ … WHAT IF I’M NOT SPECIFIC ENOUGH?

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you know how the longer you have a phone, the more accurate the autocorrect and predictive text get? because your phone has gotten to know you and the way you talk, so now it can finish your sentences, and it knows what you mean.

your subconscious is like the OG predictive text but on steroids. it’s been clocking your every thought, feeling, and intention since day one. it’s taking notes, memorizing your quirks, and connecting dots you didn’t even know existed. so when you toss your desires out into the universe, you don’t have to micromanage the process—your subconscious is already way ahead of you

think of it like setting your GPS to “ideal reality,” but you don’t have to map every single turn and rest stop on the way there. you just punch in the destination (like that unbelievably chic house with the wrap-around porch, or the boyfriend who’s possessive but not in a gross toxic way, ugh) and your subconscious figures out the scenic route, including all the amenities you hadn’t even thought of. it’s the ultimate ride-or-die, working behind the scenes to align opportunities, ideas, and vibes without you lifting a finger

and the best part? it’s fluent in your language. you don’t need to over-explain, overthink, or stress the details (ahem, glances at your script pointedly)—your subconscious already knows you want the serena van der woodsen aesthetic, the red convertible, or the life that screams, “i’ve arrived.” it’s like handing the steering wheel off to an omniscient best friend who already knows your coffee order, your playlist, and how you like your fries. trust it. stay locked on the vision, and your subconscious will handle the rest, filling in the blanks like the intuitive, all-knowing God it is

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Pile 1 🐢

twitter user @robynsquill - You need to be slowmaxing. You need to be reading long, fat books. You need to be making 48-hour chocolate chip cookies. You need to spend hours watching wildlife, you need to spend 15+ min making your coffee. You need to breathe in and breathe out. You need to be slowwwww.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 2 🧰

The point of spirituality isn't to just act like everything is pretty & positive all the time, and like everything will always just work out. The point is to give you the tools to turn complex situations into opportunities and empower you to work through the heavy emotions you face in your daily life in a healthy, productive way.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 3 🧑🏾‍🎨

"The function, the very serious function of racism, is distraction. It keeps you from doing your work. It keeps you explaining, over and over again, your reason for being. Somebody says you have no language, so you spend twenty years proving that you do. Somebody says your head isn't shaped properly, so you have scientists working on the fact that it is. Someone says you have no art, so you dredge that up. Somebody says you have no kingdoms, so you dredge that up. None of that is necessary. There will always be one more thing." -Toni Morrison

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Pile 4 ✂️

CORD CUTTING MANTRA by MoonMagick - I release you with a full heart, with love for the place you once held in my life. May you be happy in the life you have chosen. I now take back all the energy that has been taken from me or that I have given away and I return the energy that I still hold from you. May I be free from the ties that bind us. May all cords be cut, transmuted and dissolved. May all energy return to its original sender with power, peace and forgiveness. I ask that this is complete and sealed now. So it is.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 5 🫨

Everything changes when you start to emit your own frequency rather than absorbing the frequencies around you, when you start imprinting your intent on the universe rather than receiving an imprint from existence.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 6 🔄

It's not for us to have shame, it's for them. - Gisele Pelicot

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 7 🪁

Life got sweeter when I realized the magic behind childhood wasn't because I was a child, it was because I was present.

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 8 🌸

There may be more beautiful times, but this one is ours. - Jean-Paul Sarte

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Pile 9 ❤️‍🔥

"It isn't courageous of modern women to run away from emotion and love. It is cowardice." - Sinead O Connor

✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦ ✦ ⎯⎯ㅤִㅤ୭ ୨♡୧ ৎㅤִ ⎯⎯ ✦

Pile 10 ✊

"Once we stop searching for approval we often gain respect" - Gloria Steinem

♥︎ much love - Glenda ♥︎

♣︎★ mutual aid LA -★- mutual aid disaster relief -★- how to create a mutual aid network -★- worldwide mask bloc -★- eSIMs for Gaza -★- mutual aid Gaza ★♠︎

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[ellelouiseb]

viktor and remus are two sides of the same coin ; a comparison

I mean... you guys are connecting the dots right??it can't be just me. this has been itching my mind for ages i just gotta get it out of my system!! viktor and remus are such striking characters for so many of the same reasons which could easily turn into a whole essay.

there are obvs similarities depending on which hc's you like and adopt for your characterisation of each character, but i can't stop thinking about these: - highly academic/seeks validation through success - pinterest dark academia search results are actively impacted by these two men - have a not-so-subtle accent and WILL switch between languages at will to mutter under his breath (welsh remus speakers rise up!) - angular features and markings .. captivating fr - disabled and/or ailed by some variation of a disease - witty beyond measure, actually the funniest person around) - i'm willing to wager they're INFP or some closely aligned personality type - rallies against societies and governing powers injustices

i could literally go on and on about the parallels i am envisioning. if i had the artistic ability i would create digital art and edits of these two but i will stick to spotify playlists (have fun, maladaptive dreamers).

i really wanna hear your fave hc's and songs you also think fit the theme,, quote or reply your thoughts too!!

[natequarter]

if the ghosts had social media:

pat has facebook. probably also twitter. he pretty much exclusively posts fun family photos, except for when he turns up out of the blue with a 'recovering from near-fatal arrow injury xxx'

kitty has instagram, pinterest, and tumblr. her instagram is all cute selfies and her tumblr and pinterest are full of gory photos

julian is a nightmare on twitter. the less said about that the better

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #quotes #dark academia #shakespeare #words #love #austen #relationship #thoughts #light academia #BYRON DNI

the captain has whatsapp - you would not believe how much wheedling that took on kitty's end - and that is IT. he does send kitty funny cat memes, however

fanny begrudgingly downloaded facebook (and then undownloaded it in a huff a week later), but spent more time analysing the (now disastrous) coding behind twitter than actually using it

humphrey mostly uses social media to post his art and pretty landscape photography, occasionally interrupted by posts about how much he loves his wife and how lucky he is to have the friends that he does

robin does not have social media. he also does not appear to have a phone number. or an address. if you want to talk to him, you'll have to communicate the old-fashioned way (semaphore flags). failing that, you'll just have to hunt him down

[wisteriagoesvroom]

playing pinterest roulette and seeing what AUs i can make up based on the pics (part 1 of ???)

so this is a charlos AU, where carlos is not a racecar driver but went to a top university and eventually became a speculative fiction writer instead. his first book was an ambitious story about the theory of relativity as told through a series of art heists.

except: strange things start happening as carlos works on his highly anticipated follow-up, which is set to the backdrop of the monaco grand prix. in his restless nights, he keeps dreaming of a down-on-his-luck f1 turned getaway driver named charles.

it's a snowy winter's day, and he's stuck on the fifteenth chapter of the draft, wordsmithing a line that's going nowhere, staring at his laptop. nursing a café con leche that's quickly going cold. the doorbell keeps buzzing, and in his annoyance he opens it, about to give the delivery guy or some unfortunate christmas carollers a piece of his mind –

only to stare right into a pair of forest green eyes.

"it's mass. with time and space." charles says. carlos is too confused to even process how the figment of his imagination has appeared in the flesh. charles barges past him, fully takes up space in his apartment.

"the speed of light defines the relationship between energy and matter." charles continues, brushing ice off his gloves, face red and hair a mess under his beanie. "that's what you were thinking of. and don't stop on my account. i am so curious to see how this ends."

carlos stares, and stares, and stares. his hand has not moved from its death grip on the doorknob.

several thoughts flit through carlos's mind. uh, my macbook can do magic realism now? is this what they meant by writers being too close to the text? dios mío...¿tengo que ir al hospital??

carlos settles on: "how are you here?"

charles smiles, clutching his gloves betwen his hands. boyish and rueful as carlos ever dreamed him to be. "well. you are the one who created me, no?"

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originally from a pinterest prompt -

letting the first pinterest posts choose my vibe - first real person, character, quote, outfit

tagging whoever wants to play it too!

[vlouette]

quotes/lines from Pinterest x Marauders era

"You broke me like I was one of your fucking promises"

- regulus to sirius when he left

"The moon reminds me of you. So beautiful, so bright and so far away"

- Sirius thinking about Remus when he was in Azkaban

"People will come and go. The best ones will always stay"

- the marauders + the girls (valkyries) + slytherin skittles/emeralds friend group

"In a room full of art I'd still stare at you"

- James to regulus at some point

"It's hard to turn a page when you know someone won't be in thr next chapter.

But the story must go on"

- James when Regulus died, Sirius when James and Lily died, Remus when Sirius died

"Just because you loved me doesn't mean I felt loved by you"

- James to Regulus post-breakup

(I changed the quote a little)

"stay close to people who feel like sunlight"

- everyone when they're around James

"I don't miss you, I miss the person I thought you were"

- Sirius to Regulus when he thought regulus chose his parents

"always be kinder than you feel"

- James

"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened"

- Jegulus post-breakup

"The way they leave tells you everything"

- Regulus after Sirius left

"I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember"

- Regulus

"Remember, your words can plant gardens or burn down forests"

- Sirius

"Your idea of me is not my responsibility to live up to"

- James

[phussenartzzz]

Saiouma “Fan art”

Drew this months ago after seeing the post (1st image) on Pinterest. I put fan art in air quotes because really this is a “Draw your Oc/ship like this” prompt

(Yes I did draw this on my homework BUT I did erase it before I turned it in😃👍)

[thesehandsfic]

Hi :) I hope you do not mind me asking but I was curious what your writing process looks like and if you have any tips? Your output is scary consistent. Teach me your ways

hi no worries at all i love this question!! response will be long, sorry! tips/advice/insights(?) are as follows:

1: read — cannot stress enough the importance of reading real published works by real published authors <- there is no “nice” way to say this. do not read fanfiction — read prose or poetry, read something new, read something you can always go back to. i have a few books i turn to when i need a “hard reset” when i just have Nothing left to write, and they always help.

2: write — sounds silly, kind of like “oh, duh” but i’m dead serious. write it bad. write it stuck. write it boring write it corny write it unreadable. put down the bones, add prose or internal monologue or completely restructure it later. just write it first. i never would’ve finished my two longest projects if i hadn’t given myself the grace to write it badly first and fix it later.

3: collaborate — you do not always have to do this, but it helps me, even though i will say that i do not play well with others as far as in depth collaborations go (such as co-writing), but even just sharing a screenshot of a paragraph you’re proud of or saying “i’m working on this new project” can help immensely. don’t invite criticism or corrections early in the game if it’s not helpful to your creative process, but be open to suggestions and advice later in the game: your work/ability/style will never grow/evolve if its "weak" spots are never challenged.

4: outline — i hate to outline, i’m bad at outlining, i make myself do it anyway. even if it’s just a “flowchart” with a series of events or a basic plot abstract, put it down on page. visualize it, give it a shape, give it a name, give it load bearing structural details and go from there.

5: visualize — related to my previous point, but: make it real! some of my friends like scrivener because it makes the project feel like a cohesive whole, i like to make playlists and pinterest boards, some of my friends like to commission art. build the world, which may help you to visualize it in words more easily and follow through on completion.

6: snack — to quote the man (ryan gosling) "you need carbs! for basic cognitive functions, you need them! your brain runs on glucose!"

miscellaneous: if you feel like writing, write. if you don't feel like writing, see if you can work on your outline or skip ahead a bit or work on something else. give your brain a break. share with friends. remember that being creative is not a privilege: anyone can create. you will get better the more you work at it, sometimes without even realizing it.

hope this helps!

[savingsallow]

CHARACTER ASKS WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! #14 for Val and #20 for Ale, pretty please? :)

YOOOOO CORINNE HELLOOOO :D

— thank you for the ask 🤭❤️‍🔥

(14) Do you have any quotes tied to the character, either from the story itself or from another source that fits them?

I have found a few quotes from Pinterest that screams Val and here they are:

This kid of mine used to be a people-pleaser. However, she eventually got tired of being one and decided to be unapologetically herself. Naturally, it wasn't an overnight thing, but to sum it up, that's what practically happened 🤫

Most of the time, Val treats people how she wants to be treated; not that she expects it, but it's something she'd be thankful for if the energy of the exchange is reciprocated.

(20) Bonus question: share any additional thoughts, art, favourite scenes, anything you've been waiting for a chance to ramble about.

Hehe, did someone say 'ramble'? 👀

Will gladly do so! 😁✨

Well, I've been wanting to share more of canon Ale since I realized he has more AU contents than canon 🤣 As much I as enjoy the meddling pathetic lover boy that he is in AUs but Ale might sulk that I'm not defending him 🤣🫂

So here we go:

Fun fact! I actually have a more detailed lore for Ale than for Val. But for some reason, I haven't shared much of his lore yet XD

Let's talk about Ale regarding romantic love.

Ale is definitely romantic. He knows all the words to say, the gestures to do, and how to make his partner feel like they're literally the best. He's the human form of the word 'romantic' if I'm being dramatic.

Ever since his first year in Hogwarts, the ladies really fancies him (even the lads aren't safe from his charm). His energy naturally draws people towards him.

If I had to describe Ale in 5 words it would be: charming, classy, suave, playful, and gentleman. From those words itself, you can already tell why the ladies like him so much XD

To add on, he is a huge flirt. He can literally flirt his way out of almost anything. Despite that, Ale usually just flirts for fun or just because it comes so naturally to him that he forgets he comes off as flirting.

But underneath that flirty exterior is just a boy wishing to have a real connection with someone someday. It's safe to say that he daydreams about finding the one and even makes poems about it sometimes.

The funny thing is that once he meets his 'the one', suddenly he turns into a clumsy and stuttering mess. Meeting Val during his fifth year is something he isn't prepared for at all.

For instance, there's this narrative he keeps telling himself that there's no way he's gonna meet the love of his life in school since he already met everyone (boy is sociable af it's not even funny 🤣). Sure, he had like a few crushes back then but he knows that there's nothing really more to it than admiration. But meeting Val, that really caught him off guard.

Luckily, they eventually became best friends since they have a lot in common in their core values and their traits are complementary so it's fun and enriching.

There was actually a point in their 6th year when he got so sure that he and Val actually had a chance (he wasn't wrong tho 🤫). But teenage love is messy, so some things happened that were out of his control and out of his perspective as well that changed the course.

Now here's the fun part 😈

Then in the 7th year, here's when Valreth became a thing.

On the contrary to the AUs (which I love btw 🤭), Ale never meddled in Val's relationship with Garreth. WOW surprising 🤣 but yes, he never did.

He supported them because in his defense, "if she's happy and safe, then that's all I need to know."

Although, he actually dislikes Garreth even before meeting Val. But I'll try not to drop spoilers too much 🤫 (it's just an academic-related thing 🤣).

For that whole year, Ale focused more on his studies and spent an unholy amount of time on his poems instead. As much as he's content with the friendship he has with Val, he decides to just listen to his heart shatter into pieces in silence and with nature.

I'll leave a few quotes I have found on Pinterest as well to give a hint of what his poems sounded like while being heartbroken:

He's very cheesy, yes.

That's all for my Ale's Ted Talk for today!

Thank you for attending (I mean reading)! 🫂❤️‍🔥

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I hope you enjoyed reading this! ❤️‍🔥

[chloeangelic]

Why does it seem like everything you've put out lately is just trying to rip off netherfeildren? Like the art, the plots, the aesthetics... Especially weird since you used to seem to always hype them up

I went back and forth on responding to this but I’ve decided to because I don’t appreciate having my integrity questioned. I kind of expected that I'd get something like this because there are some thematic similarities between Seeking and SWITBOSH. However, I won’t respond publicly to anything else like this cause I think we’re all very over The Discourse, and tbh it’s a massive fucking insult to accuse me of ripping someone off when I’ve spent seven months writing ca 200k words of fic and developing my own unique style of writing. If you can’t see the difference between two writers, just because they write emotional depth and full sentences, then please read an actual book and not just brainrot fic. I’m gonna properly address everything under the cut - anon domming is back on the menu today. 

That being said, because this feels weird and uncomfortable for me and likely for Vic, I’m turning off anons for the time being and I’m taking a posting break to decide whether I want to continue posting here at all or continue posting purely on AO3. I post there anyways under the same name. If you still have a bone to pick with me or my writing, please message me directly. Please do NOT pester Vic about this, I know very well that she does not enjoy The Discourse or any sort of drama. Everyone is sick of the copying discourse - please have some trust in writers’ self awareness. 

Firstly, the words “recently” and “plots” should be defined here - I personally don’t see how stepdaddy Joel, pornstar Tim, sex addict Dieter, baby daddy Javi or any of Love Me back is similar to her works at all. The Seeking teaser I posted yesterday was similar to her Pink teasers purely because it had text on a photo - my text wasn’t even from the fic, it was a quote that represented the series as a whole and the quote that finally made the series crystallize in my head. It’s the quote I want people to have in the back of their mind when they go into reading it - it’s from the song that I consider the series theme. Our formatting is not the same. Yes, I have quotes at the beginning of the chapters - my friend sent me a bunch of poems and a couple, I felt were relevant to the story so I wanted to add them somehow. Several writers do this. I stopped putting in previews above the cut cause it was making it difficult for me to write the beginning of the chapters. My masterlist art is the same as, like.. Everyone’s else’s masterlist post - the norm on here is to have an artwork from Pinterest, the title slapped on top and the writer’s name. I literally just loved Pascalisbaby’s masterlist art so much I decided to do it too. 

When you say plots, I’m assuming you’re drawing parallels between Seeking what is desirable and Someone’s Wife in the Boat of Someone’s Husband because cheater!Joel (or maybe even Pink cause DDLG, but I’m literally in a DDLG-type dynamic irl and I decided to incorporate it into a fic for once - there were CLEAR ddlg undertones in Love Me Back, it just wasn’t explicit. I also wrote several chapters of Seeking before Pink even came out, and I wrote a cheating + father in law oneshot this summer). 

The MC in Seeking is based on myself and my own life, moving away from my parents in order to live with my boyfriend at the time very far away, who ended up being extremely absent and shitty. MC+Jeremiah relationship is based on Adam and Hermine from EXIT, Jeremiah is based on Tony Soprano, Gwen is based on Janice Soprano + a story I heard from my cousin about how his wife let him do all the childcare while she went on a women’s retreat. They are not in a marriage of convenience, the MC doesn’t feel bad about the affair at all, she never pushes him away, and Gwen has no plans on leaving. Sarah and Ellie are both 16 and living with Joel in Seeking. The MC does not have similarities to Sarah like she does in Love Me Back (which was also literally based on my own life) or Someone’s.

MC is a teacher who cheats with Joel - so is the MC in my post outbreak series I wrote many months ago. They're drawn to each other immediately cause I hate slow burn fics and I didn't feel like writing two chapters of him fucking someone else this time around. She goes out intending to cheat, and he thinks it'll sustain him for the next several years. The first thing I thought up in this entire series was Jeremiah - I had his character crystallized in my head for weeks before I planned anything else.

Of course Joel is unhappy in his marriage - neither Vic or myself would write a Joel who cheats for fun, that’s just not something either of us finds interesting. It actually started as a Sopranos AU, but I decided against going that route cause I don’t know enough about white collar crime. Also, if you are familiar with my writing you’ll know I love writing infidelity - it shouldn’t be a surprise that I’m writing a series with this as the central theme. The central question for Seeking is when is it okay to cheat? That’s what the entire fic is about. It’s not about him finding the love of his life after marrying someone else (like the summary of Someone’s), it’s about two instances of cheating and how we justify those two scenarios. Of course it has a happy ending - I’ve used up my non-happy ending quota for the year. 

I’m not sure what you mean by aesthetics - Vic actually edits really nice graphics for all of her Mando chapters. She spends a bunch of time on those, and you’re doing a disservice to her by overlooking how unique her artwork is and how much effort it takes. She also made really cool teasers for Pink. I’m way too lazy for any of that, I just slam a moodboard together. I started doing 3 slot moodboards cause the 6-7 slot ones were a hassle. The fact that only art pieces are used in this series is half coincidence, half me being sick of trying to fit Pedro pics into the moodboards when the colors are often wrong. 

I literally texted with her when I planned this series, saying I was afraid people would accuse it of being a ripoff of Someone’s, purely due to the Joel infidelity + uninterested wife factor, and she did not think the overall plot was similar enough to be of concern. I still hype her up, she just doesn’t post as often now so I don’t reblog as often, that’s pretty simple. I’ve also asked Iris, my editor, SEVERAL TIMES if it reads too similar to Someone’s or anything Vic has written - she is extremely familiar with both of our works and she did not think so. What exactly am I supposed to do when I’ve gotten the green light from everyone? 

This specific anon didn’t mention the actual writing, though, which is funny and it makes sense because I don’t write like Vic and I don’t try to. Her vocabulary is way larger than mine, the diction and syntax are not similar at all. She actually uses metaphors, I use them very rarely and only when it’s super dramatic. My writing isn’t poetic, it’s not flowery, it’s not formal - it’s literally just how I think inside my own head. When I read my own writing, I imagine Charles Gross doing a dramatic reading. I learn like one new word every month and eventually I’ll add it to my writing when it’s something I’m confident using irl. She has a lot of depth to her fics, I also try to write with emotional depth - I’m sorry if that’s unfamiliar in a landscape of dbf porn with no plot and 5 word sentences (I’m shading my own first series here). Seeking reads more similar to the first series I ever wrote, which I never posted, than anything else I’ve written. Half of Seeking is also straight up daydreaming sequences cause that’s literally how I think - the MC lives a boring life and daydreams, so do I. 

I’ve learned a ton from reading Vic’s stuff - I don’t read that much irl cause I rarely find English novels captivating, but her writing has really made an impression on me. I talk constantly about how much her writing makes me cry, and it really does. Reading her stuff has absolutely influenced me to be more confident about weaving in actions and little plot points that are more vulnerable and personal to myself, and that adds a lot of depth it otherwise wouldn’t. I’m very inspired by her, of course I am - but I know the difference between being inspired and trying to leech. 

I’m sorry my writing style has developed. I’m sorry I no longer write like I did in April, with matter-of-factly short sentences and little emotional depth. I have short series and long series because some plots deserve more emotional depth and some don’t need it. I wouldn’t bother writing anymore if all I did was shady lawyer Joel or Father Joel and I never improved. 

If you don’t enjoy my writing, please just unfollow. I’ve seen other fics on this platform that read similar to mine, some that have exactly the same plot points/origin stories, and at no point have I thought they were ripping me off. At some point, this specific fandom needs to realize that it’s possible for two writers to have similar ideas without it being one person copying the other. My personal opinion is that if you copy someone’s plot, you won’t be able to execute it well because you don’t have the ideas necessary to actually flesh it out. If you’re familiar with my writing, you know damn well I’m capable of coming up with my own ideas and plots. I feel zero need to rip other people's in order to gain traction - I have enough followers and idgaf how many notes anything gets. Please don’t overestimate my ability to give a fuck about my popularity in this fandom. 

Anyways, thanks for making me want to vomit, anon, you truly made me feel like shit today and I hope you have a great night! I’m not sure how much I’ll be checking tumblr for a while so feel free to message me on discord under the same name.

[judithan-xing]

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Shoot me a DM or Ask about commissions. We can discuss what you're interested in getting and come to a conclusion on how to quote. Once we have a quote decided on I'll send a paypal invoice or a kofi item sale listing (I haven't used it yet so I'm excited to try it out), and I'll get started then. I will not start drawing until I have received at least half payment. Turn around time is about 2-7 days give or take how busy I am with work/if the queue is backed up.

Character References:

I do require some form of visual reference for characters, specifically for designing a character. I will accept Picrew mockups, stick figure poses, and pinterest boards as valid references. I will not accept AI generated references. (Not even on any moral ground but just because they're usually way too complicated and nonsensical)

Things I Won't Draw:

NS/FW is on a case by case basis. Some things squick me so I won't draw them, others are fine. I'm okay with most things but please ask first and do not assume an automatic yes.

Furries/Mechas just because I can't guarantee the quality.

Genderbends that are binary-to-binary. I find them reductive and hurtful. (Trans characters are a-okay obviously, I myself am trans)

Group shots of More Than Three characters (up to three is fine), I just don't have the mental fortitude for that many characters interacting. Ordering a bulk order of say, chibis or something is a different matter and is entirely up to discretion.

H*zbin H*tel anything. I'm sorry but they're so fucking ugly.

Things I Will Draw:

Ship art of any nature (OC x OC, OC x Canon, Selfship, etc etc, I'm not here to judge)

Pokemon, MLP, and Sonic style furries.

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The Cardinal's Bride, Interlude: Meanwhile Back at The Ministry

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Something a little different while I finish up Chapter 7. I think it's time we met Secondo and get a taste of what life is like at his casino, The Ministry. Thank you to @tasty-ribz for the very very nice gambler/cowboy Secondo art. And thank you to @kissingghouls and @writingjourney for being thirsty for Secondo and cheering me (and him) on.

~ Secondo, Mist, Cirrus and Alpha (no pairings, alternate universe, gun violence, lots of swearing, nsfw 18+ only, mdni, 1,600 words) ~

“Copia did what?”

Secondo watched as Alpha nervously shifted from foot to foot. The Ghoul took their hat off and cleared their throat before continuing.

“He, uh, kidnapped Saltarian’s fiancé. Sir.” 

Of all the fucking stupid things his brother could have done.  He clenched his fists on top of his desk and resisted the urge to flip the damn thing over.  When would Copia learn to let shit go?

“How did you find this out?”

“There was a courier that rode through about an hour ago.  Dropped off the usual warrants and some new wanted posters from around the area.”  Alpha pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and nervously set it in front of him.  “This was in there too.”

Secondo unfolded it and gritted his teeth.  There was the familiar picture of his little brother that was posted everywhere that had a damned window but next to it was a picture of a young woman.  He got progressively angrier as he skimmed over the text. The Cardinal and his band of Ghouls kidnapped the generous Mr. Saltarian’s fiancé.  The poor woman was being held for ransom less than a month away from her wedding.  It ended with a quote from the banking magnate that a hefty award would be given to anyone with info on the whereabouts of the devil worshiping outlaws. 

Unholy fuck. 

“Should I wake up the sheriff?”

“What do you think?”  He crumbled up the paper and set it on his plate from dinner.  Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cigar and his matches.  “Wake Omega up instead.  I need to know where the fuck mio fratellino is.”

“On it.  I’ll have him come here right away.” 

Secondo ran a gloved hand through his hair and took a few puffs on the cigar to get it going.  After it was lit he flicked the match onto his plate, watching as the paper began to burn.  His eyes flicked back to Alpha and he called out to him before he left his office. 

“Deputy…don’t tell anyone about this, do you understand?”

“Got it, Papa.”  

He nodded towards the door but it burst open before Alpha had even turned around.

“What now?”

Mist narrowed her eyes at Secondo’s tone as she shoved past Alpha. 

“Got a problem on the floor. Some asshole thinks Cirrus is cheating him at poker.”

Secondo pushed his chair away from his desk and ripped open a drawer. His gun belt rested inside, something he rarely wore anymore. Mostly because he was always too tempted to shoot anyone that pissed him off. 

“She’s supposed to be playing the piano.”   Secondo settled the belt around his hips and then grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair.  “Who the fuck is on stage right now?”

“Cowbell.”

Fucking Cowbell.  He straightened his jacket and stalked around his desk, glaring at Alpha when the deputy still hadn’t left. 

“Shouldn’t you be doing something?”

Secondo narrowed his eyes when Alpha hesitated. 

“Uh, are you going to shoot someone?  I could stick aro—“

“You’ll do what I fucking tell you.”  

Alpha held his hands up and quickly turned, heading out of the office. He could hear the Ghoul’s boots thunking down the hall as he went. 

“You ready?  Cirrus might’ve killed him by now.”

“I’m not that lucky.”  

Mist snorted and turned on her heel, Secondo trailing behind her as she headed out and down to the casino floor.  Secondo used the walk to check things over.  He could hear the piano playing and Cumulus’s voice accompanying it.  The sounds of glasses clinking and dice hitting tables got louder as the pair started down the stairs.  The place wasn’t particularly busy tonight, but there was still a low hum of chatter from the patrons.  Secondo easily picked up the sound of an angry customer as they started weaving through the tables. 

“I know you fucking cheated so just admit it!”

“You can say it as many times as you want, asshole.  It ain’t gonna make it true.”

“I know what I saw, you had cards up your sleeve!  I didn’t come to this shithole to be cheated on.”  The man took a step towards where Cirrus was still seated and spit at her feet.  “Especially not by a woman.”

“I don’t know sweetheart, you look like the kind of guy that gets cheated on by women a lot.”

“You fuc—“

Secondo had reached them right as the man advanced on the Ghoulette.  He held a hand out and stopped his progress, splaying his fingers wide on his chest and shoving him back away from the table.  

“What’s the problem here?”

“The problem is this stupid bitch has been cheating and costing me money!”

Cirrus slammed her fist down onto the table and jumped to her feet. 

“If you say I cheated one more fucking time I’m going to slice your damn throat.”

“You’re a fucking che—“

“That’s enough.”  Secondo once again had his hand on the man’s chest but this time he grabbed his shirt in his fist. He yanked him closer, blowing smoke down into his face.  “My games are fair.  My employees don’t cheat.  I think you’re just having a bad night friend.”

“I ain’t your friend.”  He shoved away from Secondo, stumbling back and falling onto his ass.  “Should’ve known a bunch of Satan worshippers would cheat.”

Secondo narrowed his eyes and took a step toward him. He pushed the right side of his jacket back and tucked his thumb into his belt so his palm was close to the handle of his revolver. 

“Care to repeat that?”

“You heard me.  Everyone knows about you guys.  Fucking sacrificing people and animals and shit.”

“Well if you believe the rumors why did you come here?  For someone with such a strong moral code you seem willing to revel in sin.”  Secondo smirked when Mist stepped close and lifted up on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear.  “You even spent the night with one of my fallen angels.”

“That’s a lie!”

“Liars.  Devil worshippers.  Cheaters.”  He shook his head as he stared the man down.  “Serious accusations from a drunk that can’t back them up.”

Secondo smirked when the man growled and clumsily got to his feet.  He was itching for the man to try something, honestly for anyone to try something tonight. His anger over what Copia had done was simmering in his veins.

“Oh I can back them up.”  The man straightened his clothes and then reached towards his belt.  “But first I’m gonna shoot you in your smug fucking face.”  

“Are you?”  Secondo clicked his tongue and let his palm rest on the handle of his revolver.  “What a pity.  I had plans for later.”

“Yeah well fuck your pl—“

The man had finally gotten a grip on his gun and pulled on it, but he barely had it out of the holster before a gunshot rang out and echoed through the now quiet casino.  Secondo watched as his body jerked and collapsed in on itself.  The bullet had lodged between his eyes, blood quickly pouring from the wound and dripping onto the floor.  Secondo grimaced for a moment before he turned to look at Mist.

“Take care of this please.”

“Yes, Papa.”

Mist pointed at some nearby Ghouls and snapped her fingers.  While Earth and Water lifted the body up Secondo uncocked his gun and spun it back into its holster.  He turned and took a few steps towards the bar before glancing back at Cirrus.

“Cirrus, a moment por favore.”

As he walked towards the bar he shot a look towards the quiet stage.  Cowbell took the hint and started playing again, Cumulus’s voice joining not long after.  At the bar he leaned against the front of it and nodded towards Air who quickly poured him a whisky.  The liquid burned down his throat, but he held the glass out for a refill.  Before he could tip that back Cirrus stepped up to his side and slipped the glass out of his hand, coughing after she swallowed the contents.

“Lucifer, how do you drink this?”

“You get used to it.”  Secondo held his hand out for his glass and nodded towards Air again.  As the Ghoul filled it once more he met the Ghoulette’s eyes.  “Are you that bored?”

“Can you blame me?  There’s nothing to do.” 

He raised an eyebrow at her statement, downing his drink in one gulp.  When Air filled it once more he handed it to Cirrus.

“Let me guess, you’d rather be riding around with my brother.”

“Well yeah, those shitheads need my help.”

“Do they?”  Secondo watched her throat move as she gulped the drink down.  “Help with what exactly?”

The only answer he got was Cirrus coughing as the liquid burned her throat again.  The fact that she wouldn’t meet his eyes was answer enough though.  Copia’s Ghouls were loyal to a fault.  When she finally spoke, Secondo froze.

“Don’t you want revenge?  For what Saltarian did?”

Secondo sighed and held his hand out for the glass, holding Cirrus's gaze when she handed it back.

“What I want is to live my life without looking over my back waiting for the next Saltarian.”  He also wanted more whiskey and another cigar.  Cirrus sighed and started to turn to head back to the poker tables, but Secondo shot a hand out and grabbed her wrist. “I also would like you to take over for Cowbell please.” 

Cirrus nodded her head, but when Secondo didn’t let go she turned back to him.  He brought his other hand around and slipped his fingers into her sleeve. When he pulled out the two aces she had stuffed up there he smirked at her and flicked them behind the bar. 

“Oh no, how did those get there!”

Secondo snorted and let go of her before pointing towards the stage.

“Piano, please.”  He winced as Cowbell hit a few wrong notes.  “Before I shoot him too.”

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