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harlot-of-oblivion · 3 years

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Prowling For Pleasure

You treat Vergil to a night of indulgent luxury and forbidden pleasures.

Rated Explicit for: Dubcon, Vampiric Manipulation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Femdom, and the usual Vampire Activities.

Part Two: Decadence & Depravity

Tonight is the night of your promised hunt, and you can honestly say that you’ve never felt this excited in all your undead life! Everything is almost ready for your date…all you need to do is finish getting dressed, which is easier said than done with the ever-growing knot in the pit of your stomach. You’ve grown accustomed to spending your solitude with only a few trusted confidants, but the thought of stepping out for a night on the town with Vergil is exhilarating!

You can’t stand all the pent-up nervousness and excitement raging inside you any longer. Your eyes dart over to a black velvet bag sitting on a nearby shelf as you apply the finishing touches to your makeup. You reach over and grab it before taking out a deck of tarot cards at Vergil’s desk. Their musty scent wafts through the air as you shuffle the cards a few times, envisioning your question before splitting the deck into three smaller stacks. Then, you gather them all back up in a different order and spread the top four cards out on the desk in the form of a cross.

Time to see how our date will play out.

You turn over the first card to reveal the image of a nude woman pouring two vessels of water, one over land and the other into a calm river. Your lips curve into a fond smile at the familiar card, The Star, which has popped up in a lot of your readings ever since Vergil started calling you by the sweet endearment. So, it makes sense why this card represents you and your feelings in the matter at hand: you hope to grow even closer with your fierce fella after tonight.

Your brow quirks at the next card in the spread, which depicts a man in full armor riding atop a valiant steed with a large wand. Huh…how curious, you muse, tilting your head at the Knight of Wands as you ponder its meaning. It usually denotes a popular person prone to grand gestures crossing your way…this person may also be full of themselves and impetuous, leading them to make rushed and foolish decisions. You’re not exactly sure what this means for your date tonight, but you get the feeling that it won’t be favorable.

The next card has you blinking a couple times before leaning in just to make sure your eyes aren’t deceiving you. But the scene of three young women dancing in a circle with their golden chalices held high in a joyful toast remains the same. Curiouser and curiouser, you thought while tapping your nails on the desk, wondering if the proposed outcome of success is too good to be true. Drawing the Three of Cups is all around a good omen though, so you press onto the very last card of the spread.

A shiver runs up your spine at the sight of a man and a woman embracing each other in paradise. The consequences of tonight’s date will lead to what you’ve always wanted in your previous life…and what you desire now more than ever despite your cursed existence. Now I know it’s too good to be true, you consider sullenly, warning yourself to not get your hopes up as you begin clearing the desk. But a peculiar notion pops into your head when you touch The Lovers card again; it doesn’t seem like your usual stray thoughts at all…it feels like a sudden prediction of moments yet come…

Two souls shall converge in a moment of destiny.

“I didn’t take you for a fortune teller.”

Your head whips around at the sound of your lover’s voice. His soft lips curl into a smirk as you check out his delectable attire for tonight. The paisley pattern of the midnight blue jacket looks absolutely regal buttoned around his waist. A black and blue handkerchief pokes out of his jacket’s pocket, bringing your attention to the silky black lapels framing his broad chest. The matching black dress shirt and pants starkly contrasts with his silvery white hair while the Yamato hanging on his hip completes his elegant wardrobe.

“I don’t dabble in tarot much,” you explain while storing the cards back inside the small velvet bag. “But I thought a little insight might help us with our date tonight,” you admit, softly nipping your lower lip with a single fang as you get up from his desk.

Vergil hums in understanding as you stow the bag back on the appropriate shelf. “And where, exactly, shall this date take place?” he inquires, slicking back his perfectly styled hair while watching you with a curious gleam in his eyes.

Your hands become a blur as you quickly wrap your hair into a low bun before pinning it in place. “There’s this posh jazz lounge downtown,” you reveal while grabbing a starry headpiece with two chain swags. “It has an excellent bar, great music…” you pause for a moment as you carefully stick the headpiece right above your bun. “And some private sitting rooms for exclusive members,” you finish, clipping the two chains on either side of your head.

Vergil tilts his head. “Sounds like you’ve hunted there before.”

You chortle at his keen deduction as you swiftly fasten an elaborate shoulder necklace around your neck. “It was my usual haunt on those nights whenever I needed a break from blood packs,” you recall with an impish smirk while adjusting the hanging strings of pearls on your arms. “But I haven’t had to go back since you feed me so well, my love,” you point out with a playful purr before showing off your strapless black dress.

The sparkling diamonds and iridescent pearls twinkle like stars as you spin around with a slow and sensual twirl. His husky growl sends pleasant tingles below your belly as the skirt flares out, revealing your bare legs and black stiletto heels. You run a finger down your cleavage with a flirty grin, relishing the spark of desire in his silver blue eyes as your knee pokes out of the scandalously long slit of your dress.

“Well?” you prompt with a pleased smile. “What do you think?”

Vergil slowly stalks over to you. “Now I know why mortals can’t stay away when you’re on the prowl,” he softly declares while taking your hand. “You’re irresistible…” he trails off, turning your hand so that he may place a gentle kiss upon your wrist. “And utterly magnificent,” he murmurs with a reverent smile as he tips your chin up into his amorous kiss.

You grasp the lapels of his jacket as both of your lips slowly smack against each other for a moment before withdrawing with delighted hums. He offers his arm and you gladly accept by wrapping both of your hands around his elbow. His wicked smirk stirs that ever-present hunger deep inside you as he leads you out of his room, effectively distracting you from sharing one more crucial detail of the date.

“There’s one last thing I’d like to do before we leave,” you reveal nervously as both of you descend the stairs. “It’s been a long time since I’ve done this with anyone but…”

Vergil looks down at you inquisitively as you close your eyes and focus on reaching out with your mind. His eyes widen in shock as your quiet thoughts brush against his consciousness. “It’ll help us keep track of each other tonight,” you reassure, patiently waiting for him to let down his guard. You can feel him contemplating for a few moments before your mind is suddenly flooded with another presence. It feels familiar and little apprehensive, so you decide to test the connection with a simple thought.

Can you hear me, my love?

Vergil stares at your unmoving lips in wonder as your words pass through his mind. Then, he gives you an affectionate smile while his response slips past your barrier.

You continue to surprise me, my Evening Star.

“Shall we?” he asks aloud while opening the door.

Your soft giggle fills his mind as both of you leave the shop. He slashes open a portal with the Yamato and takes your arm before leading you to the other side. Then, you explain your powers and abilities in more detail as you both walk through the more upscale part of the city towards your destination. It doesn’t take long for both of you to arrive at The Nightingale, a high-end jazz lounge and your hunting ground for the night.

Vergil asks if a reservation is needed to enjoy this swanky club as you approach the entrance. You nod and admit that you’re not on the list but that can be rectified with just a few words. He quirks his brow at you as he opens the door, letting you enter first before following right behind you.

A young lady greets you in the entryway. “Hi! Welcome to The Nightingale! Your name, please?” she inquires with a friendly smile.

You give her some random name and as she looks down to check the list, you let a tiny bit of the magnetizing presence hidden within you slip out. “Hmm…I don’t see you…” she trails off with a soft gasp as her head snaps up to meet your gaze. “Gosh, you’re so pretty,” she admits with a dreamy sigh before blinking with surprise. “Oh! I’m so sorry, miss! I dunno what’s gotten into me,” she hastily apologizes with a shake of her head.

“Think nothing of it, darling,” you reassure with a tilt of your head as you stare into her awestruck eyes.

Your vampiric charm pulls her in deeper as you delve into her mind, sifting through a few recent memories before reshaping one for your intended purpose. “Perhaps you should check the list again,” you kindly suggest while receding from her mind. “We don’t want any trouble over a simple misunderstanding,” you add with a patient smirk as you glance over at Vergil, who looks just as confused and fascinated as the hostess.

“Yes, of course,” she replies before checking the list again. “Oh! There you are!” she exclaims while marking the exact name she now remembers you saying to begin with. “Must’ve misheard you…so sorry about that!” she apologizes again with a sheepish grin as she points down a nearby hall with huge double doors. You thank her with a smile before heading in that direction, silently amused at her quiet muttering about making a fool of herself in front of a beautiful stranger.

Vergil observes you from the corner of his eye before speaking softly. “It all makes sense now…how you’re so good at gathering information,” he muses with an amazed smirk as both of you come to a halt in the hallway.

“Oh, that’s nothing compared to what I’m about to do, my love,” you boast, noting the two doormen just outside the main venue as you stare up at him with a smug smile. His arms wrap around you as he chuckles at your boldness, bringing you in close to bestow a soft kiss above your brow.

“Happy hunting, my dear.”

And with that, he teleports away in a blink of an eye, leaving you to deal with the spooked doormen. Damnable devil, you thought while rolling your eyes with an annoyed huff. But you’re able to calm them down easily by assuming a peaceful aura within your vampiric presence. They both go back to their positions by the double doors and swing them open as you approach the loud and lively venue.

The smooth sounds of jazz along with the excited chatter of the crowd brings back memories of a past long forgotten. You pause just outside the door to capture this moment before a magnificent storm while nostalgia sweeps you away to a bygone age. Then, you slowly release the full majesty of your presence, letting it unfurl like a blooming flower as you stride into the main floor with your head held high.

All eyes are instantly upon you as the entirety of the club notices your grand entrance. Even the music slows down as your presence hits the musicians, but they quickly recover and find the rhythm again. You can’t help but to smirk at their awed stares and gaping faces as you pass by multiple tables. Several waiters completely ignore their current customers to assist you with your every need. Your soft laughter makes all their hearts beat faster, stirring your hunger as you request a secluded table on the second floor. Their heavenly sighs fill the air when they behold your gracious smile before rushing off to do their task.

You search for Vergil with your mind as you head up to the second floor, questioning if he successfully made it inside the venue unnoticed. His impressed hum brushing against your consciousness lets you know that he’s not only there but close by. Your eyes dart from side to side as you wonder where he could be hiding…but the mystery of his whereabouts has you shivering with anticipation. The thrill of being watched from the shadows runs through you as you’re seated on a plush couch by a table with a fantastic view of the stage.

That’s when your hunt truly begins.

Most of your kind usually like to roam around looking for their prey and play pretend as they chat up some gullible mortals. Then, they lure them to a private place where the ignorant human will experience the bliss of the Dark Kiss while their new acquaintance indulges in their blood. It’s typical of all vampires to hunt this way…but some predators wait for their prey to come to them.

And oh, do they come…like a swarm of moths to a dangerous flame.

Quite a few people approach you with various requests over the next hour. Some ask if they can join your table while others just want to buy you a drink. You accept some patrons at your table and refuse others, steadily surrounding yourself with potential prey while listening to excellent jazz. Your keen sense of hearing picks up their whispered conversation, learning a little about these mortals as you judge the potency of their blood. All of them show promise but their constant gawking and shallow compliments are boring you to death…again!

Your eyes begin to wander as the band starts playing a slow and smoky tune, totally changing the atmosphere of the club to something more intimate. And that’s when you spy a young woman standing by the bar, trying her hardest to not get caught staring as she peeks over at your table. How adorable, you muse while admiring her curves and pretty dress. You tilt your head with interest when her body quivers under your alluring gaze, which only whets your appetite even more…that is until the sudden appearance of a young man distracts her.

You manage to hold back the irritable growl crawling up your throat at this unfortunate interruption. But you continue to watch closely as they start talking, noting that they must know each other very well going by their friendly demeanor. The woman must have mentioned you since the man glances your way and his body instantly reacts much like his lady friend. Your brow quirks as they lean in close, sharing a few more hushed whispers before turning around to face you together.

Oh my…what an adventurous couple, you surmise, softly laughing to yourself as you dismiss your entourage with a mere flick of your hand. They all follow your silent command without question, leaving you alone with a couple bottles of unopened champagne. You pat the now empty couch with your hand as you lure them over with an inviting grin.

The daring couple immediately join you and introduce themselves while sitting on either side of you on the couch. You take one of the bottles of champagne and pop the cork, smiling at their eager faces as you kindly offer to pour them a drink. They each grab a glass and propose a toast about seizing opportunities for new experiences before taking a sip as you steer the conversation towards themselves.

It doesn’t take much cajoling to learn that they’re not only a couple but engaged, and you just so happen to catch them the night before their wedding! You ask why they’ve chosen to spend their time with you rather than enjoying each other’s company and they both give a vague answer…but curiosity gets the better of you. So, you simply urge them to be honest with your captivating presence, holding them even tighter within your seductive sway as they spill all their dirty little secrets.

Oh, this is just too delicious! you gush when they reveal one in particular fantasy about having a threesome with a gorgeous stranger. You lean in real close to each of them and whisper your own craving for something new and exciting, tempting both of them with the promise of exquisite pleasure as you nibble on their ear. Your hunger intertwines with lust as you eye both of their necks, reveling in the aroused blood running through their veins.

You’re absolutely ravenous by the time they finish off one bottle of champagne, and you dare say that your venturesome couple is ready for more…but the sudden announcement of a song request draws your attention. You look down at the stage to see the bandleader pointing up in your direction.

“This next song is for the star up above.”

The band begins playing some mediocre number that barely manages to be tolerable. Your brow furrows at the awful request while your lovely couple remains totally oblivious to your confusion. The insidious whispers of paranoia invade your thoughts, but you push them aside as you mentally reach out to Vergil.

Did you…?

His reply is swift with a hint of cold anger.

No. It was him.

You scan the room and instantly spot the man that has provoked the ire of your fierce fella. It’s not hard to pick him out with that shameless leer on his face as he struts towards you. As he gets closer, you feel this distinctive shift in the air around him while the potency of his blood sets you on edge. You can sense his influence seeping through the mortals around him, bending their will in a show of dominance as he finally makes it to your table.

There’s no mistaking it.

You’re in the presence of another vampire.

“Hey there, sugar,” he greets, making your skin crawl as his lips curve into an oily smile. “Mind if I join you?”

You give him a quick once over before looking back up with an unimpressed frown. “Would if I could but I’m quite busy at the moment,” you decline coolly, wrapping an arm around the woman as you tousle the man’s hair.

“Aww, c’mon now…can’t a couple of night owls share a drink?” he persists as his eyes flicker over your adventurous couple.

Your eyes squint into an icy glare. “Go get your own and leave me be.”

The meddling mosquito laughs in your face. “Listen, I don’t appreciate you moving in on my turf without the proper courtesy that’s expected of one so young,” he discloses while that oily smile turns more sinister with every word. “But I’m willing to put this lil’ transgression behind us.”

You roll your eyes as he moves in closer, encroaching on your personal space while staring you down. His lecherous gaze makes your blood boil as a foreign presence slams against consciousness. “All you have to do is-” he abruptly gets cut off as his eyes meet with your furious stare.

KNEEL!

Your harsh command assaults his mind with overwhelming force. His knees buckle under the weight of your superior power as he falls to the ground. He looks back up at you in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide as he begins to grovel at your feet. “I’m deeply sorry, mistress…I didn’t realize-”

SILENCE!

The pathetic little tick instantly shuts his gaping mouth. “I know for a fact this is not your turf,” you reveal, slowly raising his chin up with your foot before shoving the tip of your stiletto heel between his lips. “In fact, no one has claim over this place…until tonight.”

His eyes widen in terror as you pierce his filthy damned soul with your scornful gaze. You mentally nudge the young woman beside you to grab the bottle of champagne off of the table. She complies and pops the cork before handing it over with a sweet smile, not even acknowledging the cowering vampire kneeling before you.

“It’s all mine now.”

Your overpowering dominance keeps him from standing up or speaking out as you pour every last drop of champagne atop of his head. An amused chuckle flits through your mind as the sparkling bubbly dribbles down his mortified face. You wedge the tip of your heel deeper between his teeth, letting the slope of your foot guide a good amount of champagne into his mouth. He gags and tries to spit it out, but you command him to swallow every fizzy drop, knowing that he’ll have to suffer through the unpleasant process of purging it from his body once you’re done with him.

You order him to clean your foot as soon as the champagne stops flowing, carefully instructing him to only lick the bottom since your stiletto heels are way too expensive for his vile tongue. Your lips curl into a cruel smirk as he laps up all the dirt and grime with a disgusted frown on his face. You take pleasure in his humiliation while handing the empty bottle over to the young man sitting calmly beside you. And when you tire of his submissive cleaning, you decide to give this worthless tick one last word of warning before setting him free.

“I highly suggest you never darken my domain again,” you threaten while molding his will like wet clay, “unless you want to suffer a fate worse than Final Death.”

And with that final command, you release him with a dismissive wave of your hand. He quickly stands up and tries to speak, but something behind you catches him off guard. You see a flicker of blue reflect in his horrified eyes, visibly shaking with unbridled fear as he slowly backs away before making a hasty departure.

You follow his speedy retreat until he’s no longer in sight. “Now, where were we?” you murmur while cupping the lady’s cheek as your foot rubs up and down the young man’s leg. “Ah yes…I remember now.” Your hungry gaze flickers between your adventurous couple before looking at one of the private sitting rooms. Their bodies shiver in delight as you finally close in on your prey with one final question:

“Care to join me somewhere more private?”

🌹🦇🌹 (Vergil’s POV) 🌹🦇🌹

Vergil knew he was in for an intriguing experience when he agreed to this lascivious date. So far, it’s played out exactly as he expected: you’ve ensnared everyone in the club with your enthralling presence and caught some prey within your alluring web. The detestable appearance of another vampire nearly made him come out of hiding to cut him down. But he stayed his hand and watched as his Evening Star bent the miscreant to her will before ordering him to leave immediately.

Remarkable, he muses, impatiently wringing the collar of his dress shirt while intense yearning flushes through his body. His keen ears pick up your sensual whisper as you ask the enamored young couple to follow you somewhere else. They nod their heads eagerly before wrapping themselves around each of your arms. He hears your voice ringing through his mind like a delicate breeze as you stand up and glance at a vacant room guarded by a doorman.

Better hurry, my love…the show’s about to begin.

Vergil smirks at your playful tone as you glide across the floor with refined grace. He follows close behind, trying his best to remain unseen while waiting for an opening to sneak into the room. Your captivating gaze falls upon the doorman, staring at him with intense focus while muttering under your breath. His eyes glaze over as he stands stock still for a few seconds before snapping out his momentary daze. Then, the doorman smiles politely at your approach and opens the door for you, giving Vergil the opportunity to slink in after you when he walks away.

He quietly shuts the door behind him and creeps among the shadows of the room, checking for any sign of the couple being aware of an uninvited guest. But you have them wrapped around your finger, completely infatuated and fawning over your every move as you lead them to a large couch in the corner. He leans against the opposite wall as you guide the woman to sit down and halt the young man from following suit by gently placing your hand on his chest.

“Ladies first.”

The young man shivers and nods his head in understanding. He moves to stand by the young woman while you sit beside her, giving Vergil a perfect view as the climax of your hunt begins. You cup her face and bring her in close, only stopping a hair’s breadth from her lips as your hands slide down her neck. She whimpers and tries to lean in for a kiss, but you gently push her to lie down on the couch and continue to caress the curves of her body.

Vergil remains motionless as you lift the young woman’s dress up, spreading her legs to reveal her soaking wet panties. His cock twitches as you settle between her thighs, nipping at her skin while moving lower and lower…then, the woman gasps and her face contorts in pain for only a second before slacking in pleasure as your fangs sink into the prominent vein near her clothed sex.

“Holy shit,” the young man grunts, palming his bulging crotch as he watches you partake of his lover.

Vergil finds himself mirroring the action, cupping his aching cock while taking in every detail of this depraved moment. The euphoric moans of the young woman as she writhes in pleasure on the couch has him itching to loosen his pants. But he resists the urge to touch himself and just continues to witness the power his Evening Star welds over these mortals.

You withdraw from the woman after drinking a couple more mouthfuls and pin the young man down with your lustful gaze. His eyes widen as you smack your red lips, letting out a pleased hum while drops of blood dribble down your chin. “What the fuck?!” he gasps with realization as you bend down and close the wounds on his lover’s thigh with a swipe of your tongue.

Vergil senses his fear and summons the Yamato at the ready for a quick getaway if needed. But you simply rush over to him in a mere second and place a single finger on his trembling lips. “Shh,” you coo, staring deeply into his eyes as you ease him to a state of total relaxation. His lips curve into a dopey smile as you circle around and wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” you whisper while staring down at the blissed-out woman still laying on the couch.

“Y-yes!” he gasps as your fangs graze his ear. “I love her so much,” he tacks on with genuine fondness, making your lips quirk into an amused smirk while prompting him to look at you once more.

“Be a good boy and feed your mistress.”

The young man turns around and bares his neck for you. He seems to melt in your embrace as you scrape your fangs against the pulsating vein. You peer over his shoulder before biting down, seemingly staring right where Vergil is standing in shadows. The young man grunts in pain as your fangs sink into his flesh, but then he moans as his body quakes in pleasure.

Vergil’s grip on the Yamato tightens as his other hand moves on its own accord, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants while you enjoy your second drink of the night. He quietly hisses as his cock springs free from its tight confines, already engorged and weeping white droplets at the tip. His blatant gaze never wavers from your mesmerizing stare as he finally succumbs to his deepest desire and begins pleasuring himself. He grits his teeth with every pump of his hand, consciously holding back any grunts and growls that try to escape his throat. The intense yearning from earlier overtakes his mind, hardening his cock even more with the thought of you handling mortals like mere playthings.

After a few more moments of silently watching each other, you release the young man’s neck with a pleased hiss. Your tongue closes his wounds with a quick lick before relinquishing him from your grasp. You softly gasp and cover your delighted smirk with a dainty hand as you examine the huge wet spot on the front of his pants.

“Looks like somebody got too excited!” you playfully note while directing him to sit next to his lover on the couch. “But that’s alright,” you sigh as the young man just smiles happily, totally oblivious to coming undone by your sensual bite alone. “I know exactly what you need for round two,” you divulge with a wicked gleam in your eye as you take a seat between them.

Vergil pauses at your mysterious words and quirks his eyebrow when you prick your middle finger with one of your fangs. “Both of you have pleased your mistress greatly,” you gush while holding your hand over to the young woman. “So as a reward…” you murmur as a few droplets of your blood drips between her parted lips.

The young woman lets out an ecstatic cry as your thick and redolent nectar touches her tongue. You let her suckle on your finger for a moment before giving the young man his fair share of his prize. He also cries out at the taste of your blood, eagerly lapping every drop off your finger. The front of his pants grow tight with his reinvigorated arousal while his lover rubs her cunt through her drenched panties.

You get up from the couch and stare at the hedonistic couple with a satisfied smile. “I suggest you fuck each other hard and rough,” you coax with a provocative purr. “Oh! And one more thing,” you quickly add while cupping both of their enraptured faces. “After you both come…” you trail off as they meet your entrancing gaze, remaining still and silent until he hears you whispering your final command.

FORGET.

Vergil sees the light in their eyes glaze over as you slowly retreat from the couch. He swiftly puts his cock away and waits until you’re close enough to pounce on you. His arm encircles your waist before dragging you back into the shadows.

“You shine so brightly, my Evening Star,” he whispers fondly, earning a quiet giggle and soft whimper from you as he nibbles your ear.

Your head tilts to the side as you look up at him from the corner of your eye. “Enjoy the show, my love?” you inquire with a naughty grin while grinding against his crotch.

“Immensely.”

“Mmm…I’ll say!” you quietly exclaim with glee while eyeing his straining cock.

You suddenly become a blur of motion before his eyes, completely taking him off guard as he leans back against the wall. His head snaps down to see his pants by his knees and you licking the underside of his cock, pulling a surprised grunt from him while the sound of passionate sex fills the air. You gesture with your head towards the swooning couple, subtly prodding him to watch as they fulfill your request.

Vergil beholds the scene of pure debauchery just a few feet in front of him: torn clothes strewn across the floor surround the couple vigorously making love on the couch. He focuses on the lady bouncing up and down in the young man’s lap, admiring her swaying breasts as she struggles to keep up with her lover’s fast pace. His curious gaze lingers down to where they’re connected, so wet and slippery as they slap against each other over and over. He feels your mouth sink all the way down his cock as both of their cries of shared ecstasy stoke the flames of his desire.

You waste no time with your usual teasing and start sucking him off with the fervor of a wanton harlot, eagerly bobbing your head in time with the couple’s raunchy pace. Their litany of shameless moans drown out his approving growl as he cups the back of your head and thrusts his hips to meet every downstroke of your mouth. He can feel his cock growing more taut against your tongue while the tightening sensation of imminent release pools below his belly. The hand clenching the Yamato starts to shake as he pursues that blessed peak of pleasure, approaching fast and getting closer and closer and closer…

The private room’s door abruptly bursts open, startling both him and the randy couple but not you in the slightest. A strange sensation swathes him with a spine-tingling chill as a doorman hurries inside and begins asking the couple to get dressed. Your lips curl into knowing smirk around his cock, still sucking with gusto as his heart begins to pound with the thrill of getting caught.

The doormen turns his head towards your hiding spot in the shadowy corner. Vergil takes the Yamato in both hands and presses its sheath against the back of your head, effectively barring you from making any more movement. But that doesn’t stop your tongue from lavishing his shaft…nor your hands from caressing his innermost thighs. He purses his lips and glares down at you in warning while attempting to remain silently composed.

You look up at his scowling face as your fangs elongate in defiance, grazing the silky skin around the base of his cock. The lone doorman comes closer, peering at the darkened corner as you stroke and squeeze his balls. The preserve thought of coming undone in front of a total stranger makes his pleasure soar sky high, climbing higher and higher until his impending release starts to curl and crest…and despite his best efforts to stubbornly resist, he comes crashing down with a restrained roar at the back of this throat.

Vergil watches as the doorman scratches his head in confusion, seemingly unaware of a devilish intruder emptying his load into your mouth. He doesn’t dare to move with the doorman standing so close, resigning to just enjoy the decadence of such carnal delights as the last tremors of his orgasm leaves him breathless. But the doorman eventually departs with the perplexed couple in tow, finally giving both of you respite from the utterly tense yet highly arousing situation. He glances down at you through half-lidded eyes, noting the white streaks of his seed leaking down your pretty chin with a gratified hum.

Your lips curve into a pleased grin as you pull his spent cock out of your mouth. He knows that you can’t partake of his seed, but the thought of you spitting it out seems like a waste. So, he sweeps you up into his arms before you find a trash bin and captures your lips with a hungry kiss. You throw your arms around his neck as he pries your mouth open, softly moaning while thick white cum trickles down on his waiting tongue. He swings you around and presses your back against the wall, eagerly drinking every last drop before tearing away from your lush lips with a low growl.

“I have half a mind to punish you for your disobedience,” he scolds with an irritable snarl.

“Even though you liked it?” you point out with an amused giggle. “You shouldn’t have let me taste you again if you really wanted to berate me for fulfilling your voyeuristic fantasies,” you point out while licking your lips with a satisfied hum. His brow twitches at your response but he doesn’t deny that he enjoyed the rush of adrenaline when the doorman unknowingly looked straight at him. You smile knowingly as he lowers you down to the ground with an indignant huff.

“And don’t worry, my love,” you coo softly as he makes himself presentable again. “I cloaked us both in the shadows of their mind, so we weren’t in any real danger of being caught.”

Vergil pauses as he remembers the strange sensation that overtook him when the doorman showed up. “You’ve failed to mention that you can extend that deceptive power to me,” he mutters with a suspicious squint while zipping up his pants and buckling his belt.

“It must’ve slipped my mind,” you note with a nonchalant shrug and cheeky grin.

A rumbling growl emanates from his throat as he crowds you against the wall with his looming height. “Such insolence will not go unpunished, my dear.”

You nip your lower lip with a single fang as his hand slides up along the slit of your dress before slipping between your legs. He softly growls while stroking you over the flimsy fabric of your panties, utterly pleased by slick essence of your sex dripping down his long fingers. You whimper as he shows off just how wet you are by bringing his hand up close to his face before licking a finger clean. Then, he presses another glistening finger against your lips, silently demanding you to open your mouth while gazing down at you with dark promise in his eyes. You hum indulgently while sucking his finger clean before titillating him with your brazen response to his enticing threat.

“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me, my love.”

I’d like to thank @bettybattaglia for her galaxy brain idea of champagne guzzling and heel licking! And I gotta give a shout to all my fellow judgement sluts in the discord server for encouraging this filth! 😂🙈

Tagging: @drusoona @exsultry @tehrevving @varen-neoraven @shiranyaaww

#vergil #vergil x reader #devil may cry #dmc #vampire reader #Prowling For Pleasure #nothing like a night on the town with your fierce fella #hope y'all are ready for some shameless filth 😏#harlot writes

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slasherbastard · 3 years

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Hi im so so sorry to bother but I was wondering if I could maybe get a match up?? It nots that okay I understand! But I am a girl, I'm 5 foot and I'm pretty pale and slim, I dress in a mix of trad goth and nu goth style, I love horror and all things spooky, I pratice witchcraft specifically the "darker" side of things, I love wearing large platforms and doing really cool makeup ans wearing a lot of jewelry, again I really love horror especially horror movies, I like both guys and girls as well, I'm really quite and keep to myself when I first meet someone but I do try to talk and conversate, I have a bit of a short temper and sometimes I can be mean Unintentionally when I really tired or anxious, I love sleeping and I nap a lot, I love to joke around and talk about everything and anything, I love rock, deathmetal, and goth music, I am constantly dying and changing my hair from super bright colors to dark ones, my hair is short and cut like ramona flowers hair, im a bit loud and clumsy sometimes but I'm also sometimes really quite and sneaky without trying and there's no in-between, I am a horrible procrastinator and I easily forget things, I love video games and art, and my hobbies include reading, writing, gaming, reading tarot cards and my craft. My favorite color is purple and I am deathly afraid of bugs and spiders. I love cats and rabbits and all animals that are Tony and cute and I have a horrible habit of drinking sodas and leaving then halfways finished and staying up to ungodly hours of the night and then complaining about how tired I am the next day. Thank you so so much again!!

I’m gonna apologise every time I post a matchup because I’m taking forever to do them so sorry!

I pair you with

Asa Emory and Nancy Downs!

(gif credit: loo-nuh-tik and diablito666)

Nancy isn’t really used to seeing other people who look like her so when she first saw you she just knew that she had to be friends with you and then suddenly you were dating. She loves your whole get go, the music, the style, the hair, your love for witchcraft? You’re both so similar that it’s a bit spooky (haha see what I did there? Sorry), she’s actually glad that you like the same things as her so she won’t feel the need to hide anything from you. She would melt if she caught you wearing her clothes, even one of her necklaces. Also she might steal some of your clothes - it’ll get to a point where neither of you will be able to tell who originally owned which shirt or pair of shoes. Practicing witchcraft with her is one of her favourite ways to spend time with you!

Cuddling and watching horror movies. Do I need to say more? These two LOVE cuddling with you and watching horror movies. Another thing they love about you is your art, they both think you’re so talented and anything you draw gets either hung up or kept somewhere safe, same goes for your writing, they’ll want to read it no matter what it’s about. They both seem like scary and heartless people but they’re not, especially around you since you’re their weakness. Asa and Nancy are both new to videogames, they’re aware of them but they’ve never had the time to try any out. Nancy would love the silent hill games while Asa probably wouldn’t be too into any games, maybe Bioshock?

Nancy has a short temper of her own and although she doesn’t really know how to control herself most of the time, she knows a few tricks to help calm herself down at least enough to not want to fill someone’s house with bugs and snakes which she’ll offer to you if you’re ever upset (the tricks, not the bugs). Again, they both seem scary and heartless but if anything or anyone is bothering you then they’ll help out no matter what. Asa would be the type to “dislike” the idea of having a cat but imagine this, late at night while he’s grading test papers or maybe even passed out from overworking himself, cuddling up with the cat and gently snoring. But Asa does have two dogs so if you did get a cat then it’d have to stay away from those two. Meanwhile Nancy would be over the moon - but she’d definitely want a black cat because why not.

The only problem with Asa is that he loves insects and spiders and he collects them (he does study them so there’s no surprise there). He might try to help you with your phobias but if it doesn’t help then he’ll try to keep that side of his work away from you. I feel like Asa is the type to leave little post it notes on your bathroom mirror with messages like “water the plants” “I love you” and “go to sleep early” neatly written on them before he goes to work. Sometimes Asa will try to force you to go to sleep but then when you deny his request and stay up until 4am, he’ll roll his eyes when he sees you yawning and struggling to stay awake at breakfast the next morning while telling you off about going to bed late.

#slasherbastard matchups #nancy downs #the craft #asa emory #the collector #slasher #writing #horror #the collection #the collected

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yilinglaozu · 3 years

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someone asked me to share my top 10 edits and moodboards this year, sorry this took a while, it got a bit out of hand but here goes!! also just fyi, I tried to keep this a bit zouis centric because I decided we need more zouis content in this fandom

anyway, I just know that I probably forgot some really amazing edits and I just wanna say I blame my shit tagging system for that and I appreciate you all so much, thank you for investing your time in creating things for this fandom, it wouldn’t be the same without all this love you keep pouring into it!

edits:

1. this halloween edit & this gif set by my favourite person on here miss @louistomlinboo thank you for everything this year!! <3

2. zouis and through the dark? sign me tf up and while we’re praising e, check out this little masterpiece of a zouis fic @quelsentiment

3. one of my favourite copy edits to date as well as this louis edit that left me speechless by mridu @killmygoldenn

4. aesthetics for walls? op was combining all my interests right there @evermorery

5. gonna follow this up with an aesthetic post for fine line by @goldenkissy

6. scrapbook edits are my weakness and I wanna personally thank @dearniall for making this one as well as a tarot edit, you’re really out there blessing us helen

7. gillian, love!! your lyric edits always leave me speechless, I love the simplicity and the way you catch movement and emotions in still images @heyangels

8. this incredible only the brave edit by @stormyhale

9. the talent that went into this zayn edit? @running-out-of-infinity

10. I’m a sucker for lyric edits and this one by @eyupdaisy just makes me feel things

11. debbie you play with my heart strings with this edit but I will let you because you also blessed me with this edit of zayn and this edit of louis @softlouve

12. I couldn’t not mention this, look at this blessing of zayn in makeup by @angelharry

moodboards:

1. zayn as flynn rider anyone? thank you for blessing us with this gillian @heyangels

2. pop punk louis and assertive zayn, need I say more? thank you for giving me these @thechampagnelovers

3. walls but make it desi by @stylinsuns had me gasping the first time I saw it

4. I said it so many times but this moodboard just lives in my head rent free, thank you for making this @badreputatiom

5. a golden louis mb? yes and thank you jess @blue-eyes-tattoos

6. this magical louis mb by @essercipertuttienonperse

art:

1. zouis as literal partners in crime and yorkshire boys by the talented @divorcedzouis

2. this zouis drawing by @louisjaan that kinda hurt my feelings so now you’ll have to see it as well

3. the sheer talent that went into this drawing of zayn? thank you for sharing this with us @dddarkbrain

4. this incredible drawing by @thedudetomypal that combines tarot cards and louis, what else could I ask for

5. zouis kisspering to half a heart? yeah I’m hurt thank you maria @tomlinsno

6. this zouis drawing that simply left me speechless by @vulcains

7. this drawing by @falloutlouie but honestly I love this artists style so much it could’ve been any of her drawings

#idk what to tag this as #2020 roundup #maybe?#anyway just trying to spread some love you all created some amazing things this year <3 #also all of you writing fic? godsent #like seriously cannot say how much love and respect I have for the writers of this fandom #might do an extra appreciation post for writers and fics soon <3

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marauder-level-chaos · 4 years

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In A World Like That Ch One

Magnus and Alec have been pushed into their TWI roles by a meddling demon who feeds on their happiness. It puts them in a deep sleep and the only way to get out there is to find each other in TWI and fall in love. If they can do that, they will automatically fall out of the magical slumber the demon has placed them under. Otherwise, they fall into an eternal sleep. It’s upto Malec to find their way back to each other. It is set after the TWI episode in the show, so they have met each other once already. Here is the masterlist. My AO3: malecplusotherthings

Warnings: swearing, TWI characters, angst obviously, some fluff, slight show divergence

When Magnus Bane woke up that morning, something had been very different. Everything around him looked as it always did, but felt extremely strange. He quickly shook the feeling and went about his day as he normally would. Magnus reached over to the table by his bed and grabbed his glasses. He brushed his teeth and poured himself a giant pot of coffee. He then fumbled around in his closet to find the only clean shirt left and paired it with a random pair of jeans. Great, now I’m going to have to do some laundry. I fucking hate laundry.

Magnus then headed downstairs to the antique store. His father had left him the store when he had passed a few years ago. Since then, Magnus had kept it in almost perfect condition. He grabbed one of his frayed light grey sweaters off the hook behind the door and went outside to get the mail. Usually there was nothing interesting in the mail, but today was different. Between all the credit card statements and electricity bills, Magnus noticed a deep purple envelope with beautiful silver lettering. He frowned as he grabbed a butterknife to open the letter. Inside was a wonderfully designed lilac invitation with gold writing that matched the silver on the envelope. The invitation asked Magnus to join an antiques exhibition at the Institute over the weekend. Well, they’ve got style, I’ll give them that. This was Valentine Morgenstern's way of including other smaller businesses in his circle. Between taking care of this business and his tarot readings, Magnus didn’t exactly have time for such events.

The day had been quite busy with people coming through the doors of the store constantly. It had been hours and Magnus hadn’t had a chance to sit down yet. He glanced at the clock above his head. It was already past noon. The exhibition would have started by now. He wouldn’t be able to make it even if he wanted to. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a customer asking for assistance. After helping them out, Magnus finally had some time to himself. Or so he thought. Surely enough, the door swung wide open once again. However this time, a familiar face walked through it.

“You got the invitation?” Catarina called. She was a co-owner of Magnus’ antiques store so it was obvious that she would have received an invitation as well. “I think you should go, Magnus. It might be good to get our name out there.”

“I’m a bit busy here, Cat. Besides, it’s already 1 PM. The exhibition started over an hour ago. They’re probably even done by now. I couldn’t go even if I wanted to.”

“Well, the invitation said it goes until 2 PM, so if you hurried you could make it.” Catarina said matter-of-factly.

“Well, I’m still busy so you go on ahead if you want to.” Catarina jumped over the counter to get behind the cash register.

“I would, Magnus, but you see I’m not the one who has a crush on the Institute’s Party Planner.” Magnus knew telling Cat about the boy he had met during the Morgensterns’ Mad Hatter party was a mistake. He rolled his eyes at her and glanced one more time at his watch.

“Well if it’s so important to you I guess I could go.” Magnus smiled at her. He grabbed his coffee off of the counter and marched out the door.

By the time Magnus got to the Institute, the crew had already begun to pack up. All the tables had been cleared and the chairs were neatly stacked in the corner.

“Hi...I’m Magnus Bane. I was invited here for the antiques exhibition?” Magnus pulled out his invitation from his pocket and tried asking one of the security guards at the door.

“I’m sorry but that exhibition has shut down for the day. Mr. Lightwood gave us strict orders to not let anybody in after 1:30.” Magnus let out a sigh of disbelief and threw his hands up in exasperation. All this was clearly for nothing.

***

Alexander Lightwood had been planning his exhibition for quite a while. After seeing his work at the Mad Hatter party, Valentine Morgenstern had asked him to take up a job as the Head of the Institute’s marketing and public relations team. It had been Alec’s idea to plan an exhibition in order to get to know the smaller businesses in the city. Many people would say that this whole thing was a charade for Alec to meet the man he saw at the Mad Hatter party. Magnus, that’s his name. Those people would be right. Shy, adorable and dorky was exactly Alec’s type. He knew that Magnus was an antiques store owner so Alec had sent an invitation over to his store. Being the nerd Magnus was, Alec was certain that such an exhibition would draw him out. He had called antique collectors from all over New York to take part in this event. Despite having been planning this for months, something felt odd to Alec. Something was different.

“You know, if somebody planned an entire party just to get my attention, I would probably love them for the rest of my life.” Alec turned his head and saw Simon standing in the doorway. He smiled. Simon was one of his oldest and best friends.

“Well, seeing as I was the one who planned the housewarming party for you and my sister…”

“And I do love you. What can I say, I have a thing for Lightwoods.” Simon shrugged. Alec laughed at that. “You ready, Alec?”

“Yeah, I’ll be right down just give me a minute.” Simon shut the door behind him and Alec turned his attention back to the mirror. He was wearing a perfectly tailored navy colored suit with a well ironed white button-down shirt. It brought out the blue in his eyes. His dark hair was messy but in an elegant sort of way. Silver rings adorned his long, graceful fingers. Alec picked up the black eyeliner laying on his dresser as a finishing touch to his ensemble. Alec had always been one for a little extra flair.

Satisfied with his look, Alec made his way downstairs to manage - according to Izzy, the correct term is micromanage - the details of the event. Guests were filtering in through the doors of the Institute but there was no sign of Magnus. Alec glanced at his watch and sighed. It was almost 1 PM. Maybe he was wrong about this. Maybe he was wrong about Magnus altogether. He signalled his crew to start packing up for the day. He made his way over to the drinks table where his friends were waiting for him.

“Is he pining?” Alec heard Jace ask Simon.

“Oh, he’s pining.” Simon said. Alec shot them a glare.

“Alexander Lightwood does not pine.” He retorted. “If Magnus isn’t going to come here, I’ll go to him.”

With that, Alec went to the address he had delivered the invitation to. He figured that if Magnus didn’t show it was probably because he got caught up at work. It was a bit of a walk but Alec didn’t mind. Magnus’ antiques store was very well maintained. It had a certain class to it. Alec made his way through the store, searching for Magnus. He spotted a woman behind the counter and went over to her.

“Hey, uh, Catarina, I’m looking for Magnus?” He said, reading her name off of her badge.

“Oh, he actually left for the day. Can I take a message?” Alec shook his head. Dammit, Magnus. Maybe this hadn’t gone the way Alec had planned for it to go, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to give up.

Malec Taglist (please let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@thatwinchestergirl67 @quickbright @julialightbane @bestieswithmydarkthoughts @plaggherondale

#malec #shadowhunters #in a world like that #Magnus Bane #Alec Lightwood #the world inverted #alec x magnus #Magnus x Alec

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angrypixie-sarisa · 4 years

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Of Death and a Baby

Piedras Rodantes Pt. 23

Sam xMexican!Witch!fem!readerx Dean (polyamorous)

Author’s note: There’s the use of indigenous language, Nahuatl, casually but magically as well. Nahuatl is the language used by the Aztecs. It doesn’t mean they were magical, but Día de muertos was celebrated long before the Spanish conquista. Because of the focus of death in this chapter I personally think that the connection between the tradition and language is quite beautiful and I wanted to use it in a way with respect. I personally am learning Nahuatl and felt the enthusiasm of incoporating it to the story. If someone finds it offensive or has notes about it I will gladly take them and even erase the chapter if necessary.

Warnings: kinda long, swearing.

(no gifs bc my wifi sucks)

“Okay, so, are you sure he had no aura? Like, not even a spark of red? Yellow? Heck, not even blue?” Diego was sitting criss cross in front of you. You shook your head as you finished drawing on your floor.

“Nothing, and when I say nothing, believe me, it was nothing. You remember that spooky book at school? The one with the weird gray lump?”

“Wha-the weird one?”

“It reminded me so much of that.”

“Word?”

“Word. Hence this.” You signaled towards the things drawn on your floor, all surrounded by the respected color, tarot cards, crystals and herbs. Diego sighed as he helped you light up all the candles.

“You know, if they find out about this, they’ll get mad.” He said as he placed his hands on his knees, palms hugging them lazily.

“¿Quién?” You asked as you did the same thing. He gave you a look as if you were supposed to know who he was talking about.

“Sam and Dean?”

“Oh, pft, who cares if they get mad? Esto es justo y necesario. Además sus sentimientos no tienen nada que ver en si hago magia o no. Screw them.” he dedicated you a proud look, before clearing his throat. “Ready?”

“On three?”

He nodded. “One.”

“Two.”

“Three. Nihuinti, nichoca, nicnotlamati, nicmati, nic-itoa, nic-elnamiqui: ¡Maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Incan ahmicohua, incan ontepetihua, in ma oncan niauh: ¡maca aic nimiqui, maca aic nipolihui! Estoy ebrio, lloro, me duelo, digo, me acuerdo: ¡ojalá no muera yo, ojalá nunca perezca! Donde no se muere, donde se encumbra, allá vaya yo- Ojalá.” You both chanted in unison. The circle started to illuminate with variety of colors, though the ones that repeated the most were red, purple, orange, green and blue. You kept chanting the same words over and over until in the center of it all, you got an answer.

Slowly, you both opened your eyes and moved your hands from your knees as you looked at the center on the circle.

You sighed. In temporal burnt letters it was written “Tetlapopolhuiliztli. Atlenkauitl.” Which meant sorry, no time or bussy.

“Well, there’s another way.”

“I know, but it’s the longest way of invoking death.”

“But it’ll be worth it. You’ll have your answers.”

You sighed while passing a hand through your hair.

“Es la muerte. Tiene sentido que esté ocupada.”

“Ni modo.” Your phone vibrated in your backpocket. You took it out and checked it only to find a text from Lisa. She managed to convince Dean to get on board with the gun lesson and the knife throwing. Verga. You forgot about it or rather you were utterly convinced that he wouldn’t give in that you decided to focus all your energy and thoughts to summoning Death. But well, she was busy and now you were stuck multitasking.

“It’s not fair. I wanted to learn how to throw it.”

“I know champ. But for now your mom gets this privilege.” You caressed his hair slightly. Though Lisa didn’t feel it like a privilege. She would rather not have to know how to fire a gun and throw a knife, but her situation demanded it so here she was.

“Okay, once you master the movement of your throwing hand and you don’t fear to hit your foot instead of the wood your standing on-”

She looked at you with a mock on her eyes at your teasing.

“Then you’ll move from throwing at the floor to throwing at a wall. For now, stick to the other method, the precautions and keep practising. Salt in the windows and doors, the whole shebang.”

She nodded as she and Ben helped you get the set up you brought for her practicing. Next thing you were at the door, already saying your goodbyes and as you walked a block away your phone vibrated again. Since you wanted to summon her, you kept thinking everything could be a signal that death actually made some time to pay you a quick visit. But sending a text wasn’t her style and when you saw your screen it was Dean’s name that appear. It was a text, however, you didn’t get the chance to read as a call came to replace it.

“Hey. I was just with Lisa and Ben, made sure the house’s properly safe and all. What’s-”

“Y/N, we need your help.” He sounded desperate, his voice was rushed and it sounded as if it came from different places, kind of like up and down, for some reason.

“Wha-Why? With what?” Just after you asked your ears were filled with the sound of whales, very noisy and demanding whales with a tiny sob here and there.

“Is that a baby?!”

“Yeah! I told you we need you! Quick, I don’t know for how much longer we can handle this!”

“Okay, but-”

“Perfect. See you here.” And then he hung up.

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There was a knock on the other side of the door, a very loud knock. "No, no please don't…" Dean muttered as he heard the baby starting to cry again. Sam passed a frustrated hand over his face as he saw his brother open the door only to be met by another catastrophe. Your eyes were flames and he could swear you could kill anybody with that glare.

"What. The. Hell? At least if you ask me to come over give me the fucking place where you're at! I had to open five different doors to come here! There's a Swedish family you owe an apology to!" You practically helped yourself in. Taking deep breaths to calm yourself as you walk through all the room. Your eyes landed on the whaling baby. "Hi. I'm sorry, did I scare you, darling?" You went to pick him up and to the brothers surprise the baby lifted his arms at you. "Yeah, come here buddy. Hi! Are these evil men not attending to your needs? They're pretty awful aren't they?"

"Excuse me?" Dean glared at you and the baby as he settled his head on your chest, on top of your heart. You passed a soothing hand through his back and rocked him gently.

"Sorry I woke you up. They were awful to me as well." You whispered to him.

"Oh, come on!" Dean, once again, complained.

"That's a lie." You heard Sam say at the table.

"Don't believe them. They would say anything to save their necks. A bet they don't even hold you. Tsk. Muy mal." With every word you felt him relax and you looked down to confirm that his eyes were droopy.

"Hey, about your spanish." Started the older Winchester and measured his words as he was met up by a murderous gaze.

"What about my Spanish?"

"I'm tired of wondering whatever you're saying all the time. Could you just cast that spell that Diego did for Tyler?"

"Me too."

You turned to look at Sam and you couldn't see anything other than mere curiosity. You rolled your eyes as you whispered the spell and a light orange smoke appeared at your feet before dispersing quickly, as though something scared it.

"Did it-did it work?"

"Pues claro que funcionó. ¿Verdad que sí mi niño?" And as you spoke words started appearing as if they were watching a movie with subtitles.

"Wow! That's awesome! Say something more."

You thought for a while as if suddenly you didn't know any Spanish. Funny enough, the next words you spoke weren't Spanish.

"Ma cochi, pitentzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi noxocoyotl. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitelontzin. Maconexteca noxocoyotzin. Maconexteca pitelontzin. Ma cochi cochi pitentzin." But it worked, the spell translated the Nahuatl words, the song to them. But of course, the sound of it wasn't familiar to the brothers.

The baby in your arms cooed lazily at the sound of the song. Instead of bothering to answer the brother's questions you kept singing to the babe until he fell asleep. Only then did you stop singing and placed him in the crib.

"What was that?" Sam asked. He had stood up from his place on the table to lean nearby on a wall.

"Nahuatl." You said nonchalantly. But of course that wasn't a satisfying answer.

"I studied Nahuatl so it makes sense that I know how to speak the language." You looked at their dumbfounded faces and sighed.

"Do you need a quick class of Mexico's history?" Seeming that there was no response you continued. "As in the United States, México was also populated by indigenous cultures. The dominant, and I'm not proud about this, culture was the Aztec/Mexica. They dominated great part of the country so it's the most spoken indigenous language, although there's still a small number of people that speak it. I personally fell in love with it and so wanted to learn it and did." You shrugged when no response came from them. "What can I say? I'm a woman of many surprises."

“I see that.” Sam said, patting your head gently as he went to head outside.

“Where are you going? I hope you didn’t just drag me around here to babysit.”

“I just have to cover something I missed. Brb.” He winked at you before disappearing behind the shut door.

You sighed and passed a hand through your hair, then turned to look at Dean, who was resting in one of the beds. “Well at least you’re here to keep me company.”

You sat beside him, looking at the wooden bars of the crib whilst biting your lip, deep in thought. He never used to pat your head, he only did it once before you told him to stop because you felt like a dog.

You felt heavy fingers tapping at your back lazily. You turned around to face the tired look on his face. “What ‘cha thinking?”

You released your lip and turned your attention back to the crib.

“Nothing.” It would’ve convinced him if it wasn’t for the fact that your voice sounded low and dark, causing him to sat up.

“That’s the worst lie you’ve ever told.” When you didn’t answer, he pressed. “Is it Sam?”

At that he caught your attention, seeing as your head quickly spun around to face him with a puzzled look painted in it.

“You feel it too?”

“Feel what?” He thought the distance between you and his brother was bothering you and he didn’t know why it was there in the first place. You two should be like newly weds or something, after all, you were reunited again.

“Nothing, nothing.” You panicked and closed your mouth before you could say something else.

“Y/N.” He warned. Well now he needed answers. He wanted to know what was happening.

“Dean, you don’t wanna know, okay?”

“Except I do, you’ve just called me Dean.”

Finally, you met him in the eye again. “What?”

“You only call me Dean when you’re serious.”

“That’s not true.”

“Mhm, sure.”

You laid back on your forearms, still looking forward. “Don’t know what you talkin’ ‘bout win- I mean, De-”

“See, I told you!” He slapped your thigh playfully as he chuckled, earning a few silent laughs from you.

“Okay, alright, you’re right. I do call you Winchester frequently.” His hand wrapped above your knee and squeezed gently. He gave you some time in silence before he planned to press again. He didn’t want to give the impression that he wouldn’t ask again but also he didn’t want to annoy you with his insistence.

“What is it? What about Sam?”

You groaned. “You never give up, do you?”

He shrugged as his thumb made tiny circles on your jean wrapped knee.

You sighed. “Fine. Si te vas a poner en ese plan, pues ya que.” You huffed as you sat up again.

He smiled softly. “ I love this spell.”

“Yeah, except now I can’t talk shit with you in the room anymore.”

He bumped his shoulder with yours. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Wha- you were the one who did.”

“Y/N.”

“Ay, sí, ya sé.” You rolled your eyes, took a deep breath and let go. “Do you think Sam is… You know, our Sammy?” There was a pause as his hand stopped moving abruptly. You started playing with one of your beaded bracelets nervously as you waited for his answer. “What do you mean?”

You sighed before answer. “He’s not Sammy, Dean. He’s… Different and not in a good way.”

“What- How is he different?”

“Well he doesn't fight with you.”

“Oh, so you prefer it that we fight?”

“No, i don’t mean it like that. I mean it’s not natural. You guys fight and now he rises from the depths of hell and suddenly your brotherhood is just paradise?”

“How do you even know that we fight normally?”

“He told me before going back to hunting, before going to hell. Dean he’s not Sam. There’s something wrong with him, he-he has no aura. He’s way to poised and calm all the time. He patted my head.” You started listing all the things, carefully toning down your voice so you wouldn’t wake up the baby again.

“Wow, what? Your basing all this on him patting your head?”

“It’s not just that, didn’t you hear what I said? He had literally no AURA. And him patting my head? I asked him not to once and he never did it again through the time we were together.”

“So he’s awkward, he’s remembering how it was having you around it doesn’t mean anything.”

“Well, how do you explain the aura then?” You crossed your arms.

At that, he remained silent, clenching his jaw as he thought. “Maybe you’re still tired, from the djinn thing.”

You took a deep breath and clenched your fists. You knew he wouldn’t understand.

“Just forget I told you this.”

“No, Y/N, I-” But whatever he was about to say got muffled by the sound of something splattering, followed by baby cries. You both looked up to see skin and blood on the wall.

You both hurried to aid him, you beating Dean to it as he answered a call from Sam.

“Dean.” You called as you picked the baby covered in green goo. He hanged up the phone and took the baby from you. But neither of you knew what to do except for panicking and do a funny dance where you stood.

“Shapeshifter.”

“I know.”

“The baby, he’s…”

“I know.”

“What do we do, Y/N?!”

“Um, okay, well…” You stammered. “No need panicking.” But what could you do? Was there anything to do, really? All you could do was take care of him until you could figure out something better. “Um, we- we can’t have a dirty baby. Let’s clean him and for once stop him from crying.”

The Winchester nodded rapidly. “Yeah, yeah that sounds like a plan.” He took the baby to the bathroom, living you staring at the mess left behind.

“I guess I’ll deal with this.”

+++

You finally got everything clean except that the baby kept crying. You tried cooing at him and playing with him but nothing worked. It would’ve been easier if you had a baby toy but, the brothers didn’t buy any.

“Y/N, come on. You were supposed to be the baby whisperer.”

“Oye! Just because I’m a woman it doesn’t mean I’m the baby whisperer.”

Then, there were knocks on the door before a voice came through. “Manager. Everything okay in there?” You frowned as you both shared a look before glaring at the door.

“Yeah, no, we’re fine. Thank you. Good night.”

“There’s been complaints. Mind opening the door, sir?”

“Ay, pinche wey, pues que le valga a la verga.” You whispered. The older Winchester pressed a hand on your mouth despite your complaints. “You cannot curse in front of a baby.” He scolded.

You shrugged his hand away. “Oh, grow up, everybody does.”

“Sir?”

“Uh, it’s not a good time. J-Just got out of the shower.”

The doorknob started moving impatiently. You shared a look with the hunter. In your eyes he found an ice cold blue that wasn’t supposed to be there. He saw you move to hide on one side of the door, leaving the baby to him as he placed the him in the crib, before mimicking your actions.

The door opened up to reveal a police man with a knife. Manager, mis huevos. Dean heard your voice in his head, not affording to look at the translation. The intruder just needed to advance a couple of steps before he grabbed his arm and you got the knife out his hand.

Struggling, the man pushed you two away from him, making the stupidest thing and pushing you two in between the baby and him.

“Get the hell out of the way.”

“No that’s not gonna happen.”

“A child should be with his father.”

“Prove he’s your son, then we’ll consider it.” You said.

“I’m not just talking about me, I’m talking about our father.”

You masked your confusion well enough but the hunter looked as if he took the bait. You mentally facepalmed. And as the guy went to make his move you quickly dodged his kick before you kneeled and kicked his other leg.

“Y/N, look out!”

He grabbed you by your hair and pulled. But just as sudden as it was it stopped. Dean had jumped into action and wrestled with the man.

“The knife!”

You felt it beneath you and you grabbed it as you went and pressed it on the shapeshifter’s throat. He groaned, placing his hands around the hunter’s throat.

“Try me, I’ll choke him before you could slice my throat.”

“You talk to much.” As you went to move your hand he slammed his head with yours, freeing himself from your threat.

You placed a hand on your forehead and saw him towering over you. But before he could do anything else a gunshot was heard and his body met the floor with a thump.

“Well, there goes our deposit.” You heard Dean say towards the door. You needn’t see it to know that it was Sam.

+++

You were driving to meet up with Samuel and the cousins. The boys had discussed about the events and Sam had suggested to go to Samuel. You weren't happy about it, your gut kept telling you that something was wrong. Still, there you were, sitting at the back of the car, keeping an eye on the sleeping baby.

You looked out your window, not really knowing where to look at, but you certainly didn’t want to face forw, when something caught your eye. As if the world had slowed down, you perfectly saw a lost soul watching dumbfounded at the cars as if they didn't know how they got into the road.

Your fingertips started tingling and you glanced down at them to find them colored a coal black tone.

Verga. You glanced around shoving everything trying to find anything that could help you; there had to be something you could use to hide them.

"Hey, what's up?" Dean asked watching you through the rear mirror.

"Uh. Sammy…" you cleared your throat. "Sam, do you happen to have the other day's gloves?"

"Uh, I think so. I think there somewhere back there."

You sighed and mumbled a thank you. You were sure to move carefully, trying not to flash them your fingertips.

Just as you thought you had no exit to your problem you saw crushed leather fingers beneath the baby's car chair.

"Ay Dios mío, gracias!" You quickly retrieved them, shoving your hands swiftly into the soft fabric from the inside.

"So, what's with you and the gloves?" The older brother asked.

"I- I well, you know, I tend to wear them when I get too overwhelmed."

"Overwhelmed, 'bout what?"

"Er, um, pues, 'bout the energy of people or a place, sometimes certain hours of the day. It depends but the feeling's rare."

While it was a true statement, it had more to do with the fact that death started surrounding you and it would only intensify once the summoning was complete. But, the fingers usually happened if the spell for summoning death worked a little too well.

+++

It was night time when you arrived and the chills down your spine intensified. There was no way you were leaving the baby’s side now.

You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Soon all of this mess would be over.

You held the baby close to you, careful not to crush him, and the cousins gave you weird looks about it that you decided to take care of by giving them the finger. Every time you did, Dean shook his head.

“Oh, relax he’s asleep. He can’t see me.”

Gwen approached you with her eyes fixed on the baby. She went to caress his head softly as she said. “Well, aren’t you the best disguise a monster ever wore?”

You looked away from her, sure that if you stared at her for too long her head would explode. Instead you locked eyes with Dean and you both rolled eyes in unison at his cousin’s words.

However, she noticed. “I’m kidding, guys. Relax.” She said before going away.

You lifted the baby softly so he could hear your words. “Cura, cura, cura. Sana todo lo que llevas. Que tus abuelos están contigo y sus espíritus te protegen.” It was an incantation to wash away the energy of the brother’s cousin, you didn’t want it sticking around where it didn’t belong. No one heard, but they did see you and questioned you. When asked what the hell you were doing, you shrugged.

“Que te valga madre, ¿no?”

When you fully lifted your gaze, the Sams were already heading towards you and the older brother had already stood besides you.

“Hey, let me see the little guy.”

“That’s alright I got it.” You said firmly.

Samuel smiled. “What do you think I’m gonna do?”

There it was, your ice cold eyes again. “I don’t know. What do you think you’re gonna do?”

“You don’t want an answer to that question.” Dean backed you up.

“Well, I’m curious. Who exactly do you think we are?” Christian asked from his chair.

“Hunters.” You both answered. But that didn’t matter because his response was only directed to the one on your right side.

“Funny. Here i thought we were family.”

“Hey, let’s not get worked up.” Sam started.

“Yeah, let’s not.” His cousin finished before directing his attention to something else.

“Here, Y/N, it’s fine.” He neared you and looked at you. “Let me take him. It’s okay.”

“Heh, well you’ll have to rip him off of my arms.” You didn’t move. You stood your ground because stepping back would’ve ment intimidation and you weren’t intimidated you were furious.

“Y/N.” Sam said quietly.

“No, don’t talk that bullshit to me. What do you want him for? Hm? Tell me, give me a good reason why you want me to hand him and I will.”

The room fell silent, more than it already was. You scoffed. “What you can’t think of a good one? He’s fine, he’s healthy, he isn’t injured. You want to take a look at him? Hear your words. Look. You can do that shit with your eyes, I don’t need to hand him over for that.”

Samuel, sighed, raising a hand to scratch the back of his neck.

He’s nervous. The older brother heard your words in his head. His back shuddered, but when he turned to look at you he saw that your attention wasn’t directed at him. He didn’t even think you actually intended to talk to him. What did you said once? You tended to think loudly.

“What are you gonna do with him?” The attention of the good ol’ Campbell shifted from you to his grandson.

“Raise him.”

You scoffed. “Simón, wey. Esa ni tu te la crees.”

“Raise him?”

“You got another suggestion?”

“But-”

“It’s dangerous out there for him.”

“What about in here? What are we gonna study him? Poke at ‘im?”

“Your mind goes right to torture, Dean. Don’t assume that for everyone.”

“What exactly you’re tryna say?” Great, now you got two angry people. Good luck fighting us.

“Sorry, I heard what you majored in. Down in the pit.” Christian retorted.

“Ay, pinche puñetas! Que te valga madre, pinche cabron de mierda!”

“Sorry, I don’t speak mexican.”

You gritted your teeth. “And I don’t speak bozo, yet here we are.”

“The hell is your problem, man?”

His cousin stood up and walked directly towards you. “You’re starting to become a pain in my ass.”

“Take it easy. They’re my family.” Sam stepped in.

Christian took a look at you. “I’m not scared of fighting a girl.”

“Funny, I was going to say the same thing about you.”

Dean gulped and looked at your eyes, they were no longer icy blue, they were pure red, as fire and blood. As if you could burst something into flames by just looking at it.

“We’re done bristling up here or what? Nobody’s doing anything to him, guys. When he’s old enough we throw it to him.” Samuel spoke. “He wants to volunteer to help out, that’s fine.”

“Could be great.” Mark added.

“How?” You asked lowly.

“Think of the kind of hunter he’ll grow up to be.”

“Hm. See I didn’t see it before but now I do. Thank you for that, you’ve opened my eyes.” You said sarcastically.

“You have to be joking! I mean, come on. You can’t Angelina Jolie a shapeshifter.”

“Why can’t you give me an inch of trust, Dean?”

“Y/N, give him the baby.” Mark commanded.

“Uy, sí, mamón. Lo que usted ordene. Se me olvidaba que le tengo que hacer caso a cualquier pendejo que abra la boca.”

“Maybe because you two are back from the dead and I seem to be the only one who wants to know how.”

“You’re not the only who wants to know.” Sam said softly. That took you off guard, it sounded so genuine yet only in that moment he felt honest.

“Well, there’s too much of mystery in this family for me to get comfy.”

“Then don’t. But don’t put it on us. All we’re trying to do is invite you in. You too, young lady. You think we are some merciless hunters but we’ve been nothing but open to you. Christian, you’ve always wanted a baby, haven’t you?”

“I mean, yeah.”

“Try to take him away from me and see what happens.”

Samuel scoffed. “What you think you can do better?”

“At raising him? Yeah, I do.”

“But didn’t you tell Sam that you didn’t want kids?” Gwen stepped in.

“Well I changed my mind, sue me. One thing is for certain, I have a better chance. You guys are always on the run, always hopping from one town to another. You don’t have a steady income. I do. And I have a savings account with money enough to start a college fund. If you can’t say the same thing, leave the baby the fuck alone.” Your phone kept buzzing like crazy. Just a little bit more, he’s almost here.

Everyone fell silent again. This was new to Dean. He had never seen you liked this but he always knew that you had a good way of shutting people the hell up with solid facts.

Just when Samuel opened his mouth to respond, distant barks were heard and panic overflowed the room.

You looked at Sam, only to find nothing but confusion. Then you turned to Dean, but he only dedicated you a panic look as well. You felt paralyzed, your body tensed and for the first time in years, you didn’t know what to do. Well, you did, but it was easier for you to think tit than to move your body. You had to blame it on the spell, it was making you slow and frightful, like an old person that had their foot more on the afterlife than on the material world

“Safe room.” Samuel said. He placed a hand on your shoulder and guided you towards a door. “It’s downstairs. The baby’s gonna be safe there, go! We got it, go!”

+++

Loud clanks and footsteps echoed in the safe room where the four of you where at.

“Come on, Bobby John, you’ve got to be quiet.” Dean cooed at him above of you. You still didn’t feel like handing him to someone else.

“I’m gonna go check, you guys stay here.” Sam said, but as he looked through the window his image was mirrored and the shapeshifter yanked the door of it’s hinges. He took Sam by the collar, blocking his attack and threw him out of the room, knocking him out. He spotted you and began to walk towards your direction, getting rid of Dean in the process, making him blackout as well. . He then saw you and took your form.

“Give me the baby.”

“Took you long enough.” You whispered before handing them the babe. The shapeshifter gave you a thankful look as they carried the baby in his arms. They took a deep breath as they relaxed knowing that his keen was finally with them.

“Thank you for calling us. And trusting us, Y/N. Thank you for taking care of him, we are in debt with you. It did making the tracking easier”

“There’s no need for that.” You sighed. “I’m only glad he’s safe. I was the only one who thought he was better with his kind.”

Your mirrored self gave you one last nod before walking away. Just as they were about to round the corner, they turned to you.

“But you didn’t trust one of us before. What changed?”

“Like I told him. All I needed was proof that he was the father. Now it doesn’t matter anymore. He has no one close to him left. I’m sorry for all the trouble, it wasn’t supposed to go like this.”

They shrugged and as they walked away they said: “Make sure to make your injuries believable.”

Yeah. You thought and sighed. That was going to hurt.

The rest of it went like you expected, lots of clean up and confusion. Dean asked about the shapeshifter alpha (which was the one tracking the baby) and his grandparent and Sam answered patiently.

Now you where at the walk to the car, tending to your black eye, that you funnily gave yourself, while the brothers talked.

“You know what’s funny.”

“What?”

“Back there, the fight in the motel. That guy said that they had to be with their father. So maybe, he was talking about the alpha.”

“Uh, I guess so.” Sam said nonchalantly.

“So you heard that?”

“I don’t know, it was kind of a hot moment? Why?” He looked at his brother and then at you, but whatever he was searching for he didn’t find it.

“Because if you did know the alpha was out there and you knew they were looking for the baby, then that means you took the baby as bait.”

Sam fell silent but looked at his brother as he waited for the question. “So did you?”

“Did I what?”

“Took the baby as bait?”

“Of course not, Dean. I honestly thought Samuel was the best shot we got.”

The older Winchester looked at you for backup and his brother mimicked his action.

“Ah no, a mí ni me miren, yo tengo mis propios problemas ahorita.” You pointed at your black eye and thankfully that made them take their eyes off of you. And the rest of the ride was silent as a tomb.

+++

When you got back to your house, a tiny shadow was waiting for you, meowing.

You sighed, relieved. “Schrödinger, hola gato guapo.”

“You have a message. It’s on the altar.” He walked you towards your coffee table, where you had mantled death’s altar. In the center, on top of the tarot death card, there was an envelope with a black wax seal, death’s seal.

You sighed. “Always so fancy and proper, huesuda.” You opened the enveloped and unfolded the letter that was inside. It was a personal letter to basically tell you to be patient, she had a lot of work but as soon as she felt a space between her schedule she would gladly have a cup of coffee with you.

“Great. I’ll have to make café de olla de aquí hasta que aparezca.” You clicked your tongue.

“At least she communicated with you.” Schrödinger said as he rubbed his body against your leg. You smiled and picked him up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

+++

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Chapter 10

3 years later

Lily combined her university studies with a job in an esoteric shop. One day her boss told her:

- Lily, pretty, they hired me for a private birthday party, but I feel terrible. Would you mind going? You have a gift for the Tarot.

- Of course I'll go.

Lily went to Willa Brewster's birthday party, and was explaining their future to several children, in the end only Willa and her best friend Vic Mcqueen remained. Willa sat down and said:

- I want to know if I will have a career and become famous.

Lily dropped the cards, studied them for a moment, and said:

- Look, darling, this is the Card of the High Priestess, it symbolizes study, so you will study a lot and surely do a career and next to it you have The Justice, perhaps it is something related to this, and Sun means success.

- Cool, I've always been attracted to law. Come on Vic, cheer up.

Vic McQueen wrinkled his nose, and said:

- I do not believe in that…

"If you don't believe," Willa said, "what difference does it make to you?" Let's see what the cards tell you.

Vic snorted, dropped her Raleigh bike on the ground, sat across from Lily and said:

- I do not know what to ask…

- Let's see what comes out then.- Lily said kindly

Lily revealed The Magician, and said- You are a highly skilled and hardworking girl.

Vic shrugged.

Lily then revealed the Moon and said, "And you're very creative." Do you like to draw or write?

- Draw- Vic said a little surprised.

- It's amazing how she draws - said Willa

Vic began to get a little more interested, and she looked closely at what Lily was doing. Lily revealed the Devil's card.

- However you will have difficulties to achieve your goals, that is what the Devil's card means,

Then The Chariot came out

- This means that you will have to make decisions and direct your life.

Lily revealed the last two letters.

- Well, the Force means that you can face difficulties and break through. And this is one of the prettiest cards, the Star symbolizes the hope and your dreams. If you dream of being a successful cartoonist, you will be.

- Thank you

If Lily had had her previous Tarot card, the prediction would have been quite different and perhaps she would not have explained her. The visions would have shown her that or rather who the Devil and the Chariot, and that Vic was the hope to defeat them.

8 years later:

Lily had lived with Jeff together for a couple of years and life was going very well for them, Jeff had a good job as a mechanic in a workshop and Lily had finished a degree in Translation and worked from home. Jeff and Lily were engaged and she was five months pregnant.

On the other hand, Mary had moved with her mother to Europe and was living a new life there, although she missed her sister. One day, while walking through a second-hand market, Mary noticed something, which she could not define, that attracted her to a certain stand. It was a little stand where there were all kinds of things. The owner said:

- They belonged to my children, they are already married and they didn't want anything.

Mary looked, suddenly saw a silver glitter that was between a model of an old black car, which she did not know because it reminded her of one he had seen a long time ago, and an Optimus Prime, Mary pushed them away and picked up the shiny object. It was a pendant that represented a unicorn, it was the most beautiful she had ever seen, she held it in her hand and it was so fixed that she did not hear that the radios began to interfere. Mary asked the owner:

- How much does this cost?

- This?

The owner looked it and said:

- It's funny that my daughter got rid of this, she really liked this pendant, so I'll leave it to you for five pounds.

Mary paid and put it in her purse. Once home, she cleaned it and put it on a necklace. At dinner time, her mother Lucy saw the pendant and said:

- How nice, did you find it at the flea market?

-Yes.

When she went to sleep, Mary found herself in a white room, which sometimes looked like the walls had interference like TV's, and she looked away. There were several doors, each one had a name, she recognized them as her friends from school when she was little, she tried to open one of them, but it was closed, others were boarded up with boards and she gave up. Elsewhere, there was a white door with candy canes on the sides. Mary put her hand on the door, it was cold and there was a sign that said Christmasland. On the other side of the door Charlie Manx watched and said:

- Well, well, Mary, so you've got back to your old ways? Mary, Mary, come in and say how-do… he crooned

Mary had a feeling she shouldn't go in and turned away from the door, looked away, and saw a door with a lily drawn on it, which she assumed was her sister's door. Mary entered and saw Lily, she was at the table in the middle of a grove reading and taking notes, Mary smiled and went to hug her:

-Lily!

Her sister looked at her in surprise and said:

-Mary… But what are you doing here?

- I fell asleep and appeared in a room with doors, only two seemed accessible, yours and one that said Christmasland ...

- Listen, Mary, for heaven's sake, don't go into Christmasland, I thought you had forgotten ... it's a bad place with a very evil man ...

Mary woke up suddenly and a little later in the morning Lily woke up abruptly although without remembering exactly what she had dreamed, and she was restless, she leaned on the head of the bed while stroking her belly, she had the feeling that sleep could be a threat to your baby. She looked to her side, Jeff had already gone to work, got up, went to the kitchen, and saw that they had left the newspaper. On the cover of this there was a story, it was about the disappearance of a child of about seven years in the state of UTAH, the mother of the child had appeared dead.

Lily left the newspaper on the kitchen table and went to get dressed, that day she was due for an ultrasound and possibly she would already know the sex of the baby. She went to the gynecologist and knew that the future baby would be a girl, she considered the idea of telling Jeff but preferred to surprise him when he returned home. She went to eat and in the afternoon to work in the esoteric shop where she reading the Tarot cards.

For his part, Charlie Manx was going to find a man in the city, a nursing assistant named Peter Ipes, to see if he could be useful as a collaborator. On his way he passed the esoteric shop where Lily worked and the Wraith emitted a hum of static. Manx frowned, braked, and looked out the window. On the door of a shop there was a striking sign beautifully adorned with Celtic-style lettering and a cute unicorn, which read:

THE MAGICIAN LILY

Consult your matters to the Tarot cards. A $ 10 question. Full consultation $ 25

Manx drummed his fingers on the steering wheel, it was too much of a coincidence and he wanted to make sure if it was Lily Aberforth who was reading the cards and if she had found a new knife, in that case it was better to remind him that she should not cross his path and in passing he would try to find out if Mary had a new knife as he suspected. Charlie parked the car and went to the store. Once at the door he made a visor with his hand to observe, the store was dark but there was a light in the background, perhaps the owner or that Lily was in the back room. Manx rang the bell and waited a couple of minutes.

Lily was so focused on her work that she didn't hear the buzzer, but she noticed the sudden change in temperature and her list of relaxation songs suddenly stopped and Christmas carols started playing, all of which brought back dark and sinister memories that believed forgotten. Lily swallowed and put on a shawl for the cold, which hid her belly in the process. If the customer was who she suspected, she didn't even want him to smell her pregnancy. Charlie rang the bell again and yelled:

- It's open?!

"I'm coming!" Answered Lily, going to the door and opening it.

Charlie smiled when he saw her, Lily was scared to death but kept her composure.

-Ms. Aberfoth ... how long ... – he said leaning on the door frame and blocking the exit

- Mr. Manx ...

Lily noted that Charlie was even younger than the last time she had seen him in Christmasland. even wearing more modern clothing, a long navy blue double-breasted coat, matching blue pants, a red vest and tie, and shoes instead. of high boots. His black hair was thicker, shinier and without gray hair, his skin was smooth, and he would have looked prettier if it weren't for his teeth which stuck out and were still hideous and the long nails he wore cut in a peak.

I was passing by here, miss and I looked at the sign when my Wraith reacted and I thought that perhaps my favorite witch had found a new "knife".

- Well, I don't know why your car reacted, perhaps you should check it, because I no longer have that power because I had to destroy my "knife".

- Are you sure? - He said laughing

- You want me to prove it to you? Although according to you everything was rubbish

- Wow ... - Charlie said, showing upset - I'm sorry that he felt offended, although what he thought was rubbish is that I fell in love with someone who could harm me. By the way, maybe a little Tarot consultation will clarify me when I'm going to meet that mysterious girl ...

"Okay, but it will be a quick consultation," she said, putting on her shawl. "Sit down."

He sat down obediently, Lily shuffled the cards, cut them into piles and made him choose

"I have the impression that you want me to leave soon ... what are you hiding from me?" Charlie said in an amused tone but his eyes gave away suspicion.

- Nothing. - She said curtly- Choose and ask your question.

- How much will I find that mysterious girl you saw? And he pointed resignedly to the pile on his left, Lily picked up the cards, and put them on the table to go uncovering them. He was looking at her carefully, he didn't notice anything in her but something had to happen since his car didn't react just because. Lily looked at the cards, curiously they were very similar to the ones from the other time she reading him, but this time The Wheel of Fortune came out and said:

- It seems that the thing is beginning to move, perhaps in a short period of time you will find it ... but it is not possible to specify when. In addition, it is not known what result there will be, The wheel of Fortune can bring luck but luck can also be twisted.

- Well, that's something. Thank you.

Lily got up and waited for Charlie to do so, he reached into the inside pocket of his coat, took out his wallet, opened it and took out a $ 10 bill, handing it to Lily.

- Thank you for answering my question, Miss Aberforth. I'm sorry that our meeting was so short and cold ...

Lily was disgusted to take Manx's money but she did it so as not to arouse his suspicions and did not see the avid glint in the eyes of her interlocutor. Manx grabbed her, softly but firmly by the arms, pulled him close and said in her ear:

- Tell me what you're hiding from me ... You think you can deceive me but it's not like that ... I also know that your little sister has a "knife" again ... she was about to re-enter Christmasland but at the last moment she stopped ... so this is not It must be ... Let's see, let me guess ...

- Get your hands off me ..." Lily said, struggling to get away from him. Leave us alone. I already told you and I repeat that neither Mary nor I will meddle in your affairs ...

Charlie pulled her closer and then he felt the bulge of Lily's belly against him, his dark eyes twinkling and he said laughing:

- Well, well, what do we have here? You have a bun in the oven. So that's what you were hiding from me.

Charlie put his hand on Lily's belly, she almost gagged with fear and disgust.

- Come on, little one ... say hello to your Uncle Charlie ...

He smiled when he noticed a kick from the future baby. Lily scrambled again to get rid of Manx's hold, but Manx had her tight. Apparently Charlie had much more strength than he appeared since he could control her just by grabbing her arm ...

- Who is the lucky dad? Mr. Stevens?

"Yes," she said in a whisper.

Charlie released her gently, and made Lily sit in a chair as he said

- There was no reason for you to have to hide me about your future baby, indeed I congratulate you for it. I suppose you were afraid that I might take it away one day ... I won't, unless one day he or she appears in my Cemetery of May could be ...

Lily was horrified but preferred not to ask him what he was talking about. Charlie grabbed her hand, kissed it politely, and said:

- Arrivederci, my dear.

Manx left the store, got behind the wheel of his car, drove off and then he realized… Lily's baby would be a future creative soul! Manx smiled to himself and said:

- Well, time will tell ...

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crabbng · 4 years

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hello this is small but i'm sorry i was thinking about those "draw this in your style" memes and i think you had posted a couple of those main drawings for others to redraw in their styles; did you have a tag for those? i wanted to try drawing hana and bon but i couldn't find where i'd saved them before (even though pretty sure that was. over a year ago now, sorry v_v) i love your characters and stories !

this (https://crabbng.tumblr.com/post/187199938051/i-wanted-to-do-another-drawthisinyourstyle-and) is the only one i’ve done (that i can remember and that i can find. for hana n bon) here’s the pic:

and it is.. a bit old. if you want something more recent, it may be fun to redraw any of the tarot cards? or anything in the tag really. or i could make a new one.

ANYWAYS. the answer to your question is: that post

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starsandskies · 4 years

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Sleepover asks - what art are you working on right now? And share your favourite Reyes headcanons! ❤️

Quarantine Sleepover! Haha. I’m sorry it took me so long! ♥

I’m mostly working on commissions. I feel I should say “struggling to work on commissions” because all this shit is hitting Spain - and Madrid, where I live - so hard and most of the time, I’m unable to focus, but yeah, I’m trying.

I’m about to start coloring an unusual tarot card because it will be something like Dragon Age style but featuring a Deputy from Far Cry 5. I’m absolutely excited about this commission, and I hope to do it justice because the idea is amazing.

I’m also about to draw an entire piece and not only a sketch featuring a character from The Witcher, and I’m also super excited about it.

And now, some random headcanons!

Reyes is in his early thirties. My headcanon for him is that he’s 30 or 31 years old.

His mother tongue is Spanish.

He’s a dog person.

He trained at the Alliance Flight School, and he actually met Cortez and Joker, though they weren’t friends or at least, they never got too close. After finishing his training and his contract, he left the Alliance and started flying for private - and sometimes not-to-clean - companies and clients. That’s how he found out about the Initiative.

So, he was already a well-known smuggler in the Milky Way when he decided to join the Initiative.

He had a fling with Kian Dagher.

Even if Ryder accepts and forgives him after finding out who he is, Reyes is 100% aware that there probably won’t be a ‘happily ever after’ for them as a couple.

Despite his charisma, natural charm, and people skills, Reyes is a very private person. Of course, he still enjoys the company of others, but not always and depending on the moment.

He loves jazz, blues and classic rock.

When he says he doesn’t want any more secrets between Ryder and him, he means it, but deep down, he knows that it’s not possible. He tries to keep his word because after and above all, he’s deeply in love with Ryder. Still, he fears the day when he’ll have to choose between the person he loves and his personal ambitions.

Thank you for asking and stay safe! ♥

#daisytje #reyes vidal #mass effect andromeda #mea #mea headcanons

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softapollo · 5 years

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Creative Writing With Your Deity

I spent the afternoon writing down my thoughts and ideas about using creative writing as a tool to connect with your deity. It may have been done before or done similarly, but these are just my thoughts and ideas. I hope it’s an enjoyable read, and please do share and send me your thoughts!

I have heard plenty of people say meditation and/or astral projection are their main, or important ways of connecting to their deity or deities. Unfortunately, this amazing tool to connect with deity isn’t always approachable, enjoyable, etc. I, for example, suck at meditation in the more ‘standard’ sense of the term, and my type of meditation doesn’t really lend itself to these kinds of experiences. I might learn to in the future, but at this point in my life, I can’t and won’t. Instead of just giving up (which I did before), I just have to be creative about it. It reminds me of “The Other Side” from The Greatest Showman (which is my most listened song of all time on Spotify and I am not sorry), about not needing a key because you can build the key and all that. Which is how I started to try and figure out a way to connect with deity that would work for me, and might work for others as well. So, logically for me, I ended up at writing.

I’ve been writing all my life and wanted to be an author after my princess-and-ice-cream-seller period (yes I really wanted to be those two things simultaneously). Writing isn’t easy and I’m definitely not saying that I am a grandmaster at it, but I’ve been doing it all my life, I love doing it, and I feel comfortable doing it. I also feel free enough to do with it what I want.

Onto the writing with deity. I do have a connection with my main deity (Apollo) that I consider to be good, but I want to connect more, talk more, listen to him more. He’s there alright, but I’ve never had the ‘walking through a garden with Apollo as he gives me ancient wisdom’ type of experiences. Which, of course, isn’t necessary in a relationship with a deity and doesn’t have to happen at all in order for it to be meaningful—I feel like I will keep disclaiming myself, but I can’t be too wary about these kinds of things. But I do love to try and get those experiences, and I honestly don’t believe that it matters to deities how that kind of experience is achieved, whether that be meditation or writing or anything else.

I’m not talking about automatic writing. Automatic writing is something that I have seen described in two ways. One of them is described as the person not really writing “themselves”, but their hand being guided by whoever they are connecting with. I myself am not really the person to consider anything like this, but it might be a great tool for others. The other way is one where the person writes something down, a question or a thought or something like that, and the first thing that comes into their mind is the response or reaction of whatever they are connecting with. The thing I am describing comes closer to this way of writing—but it is different. More conscious, perhaps, more focused on creative writing and the use of imagination, too. I’ll explain.

The core of the idea is to write, as if writing a story, about yourself and your deity (or whatever works in your situation). You can get as elaborate as you want. That’s the great thing about creative writing. You can write yourself wherever you want, however you want. Do you want to meet your deity on the beach? Write that. Do you want to meet in a busy street in New York City? Go for it. This goes for everything in the story. You can elaborate on the details of how you look or your deity looks, the surroundings, your feelings—or you can keep it short and to the point, if that’s more your style. Add in things you feel might be useful to add in, keep out that which you want to keep out. Don’t bother yourself with wondering if things make sense or are realistic, and definitely, do not be bothered by making it readable for others. With that I mean, ignore spelling or grammar mistakes if you want to, break all the creative writing rules you’ve ever learned if that’s what’s gonna make this work for you.

Or make it the most sophisticated, elaborate, beautifully styled piece of writing you’ve ever made. It’s up to you.

Now I can show you in what ways I might use it, but again, if you want to use it for different purposes, you can change anything about this idea to your own liking. These are just my thoughts: please ignore them at leisure.

I do want to approach this in a less planned out way than I might another piece of writing. I believe that when I set a scene and start writing about how I’m feeling or what the forest looks like, I can get into a different mindset (almost meditative, or like a visualization). Hence, I’d rather not stop and think about what I’m writing too much. I just let it happen, sort of like a free write. This way I can let Apollo have a say in this as well, as the goal of this whole thing is to connect with him and what he wants to say. If I suddenly want to write about the beach instead of the forest, that might be because he wants the ‘story’ to take place there.

It’s like cowriting! But your co-writer just gives you random vague ideas that you write down not knowing why or how it fits in, and, y’know, he’s also a deity and likes to take sips of your drink.

You can ironically meditate and/or ground beforehand if you want. You can get yourself a cup of tea or coffee, try and make sure you won’t be interrupted, light a candle and put some crystals around if that’s your thing. You could even draw a circle, pray, or do none of these things. Whatever floats your boat.

You can use paper and pen, or type, depends on what you prefer. I would probably type as I think less about the fact that I’m writing and I can better focus on the story, which I know of myself through experience. It’s not like that for everyone. You can also consider writing with or without music/background noise, of course.

You can write in the first person, which might take you more ‘into the story’, or you can choose to write yourself in the third person if you feel that works better. A certainly more advanced idea would be to write from your deity’s perspective if you feel prompted to do so.

Although you are 100% free to write whatever, you might want to consider what would be useful for you. If you, for example, just write an idealistic version of yourself where you are perfect and your deity thinks you are amazing and has nothing to teach you and just praises you for three pages straight, while you’re not really open to any input from your deity --that might not be the best way to go about this. Be honest with yourself.

There doesn’t have to be dialogue, you can just have a scene where you two hang out and that’s it. I do think dialogue can be very useful and can also be the ‘meat’ of it all. With dialogue, you can really let the deity take over when they’re speaking in the story—where they can give you answers, guidance, or lessons like in the second kind of automatic writing I mentioned. Go with where the story and/or your deity is taking you.

Fun twist! Add tarot into the mix. Especially if your deity likes to communicate through tarot, you can ask them for help and draw a card if you feel stuck for example. Similarly, you can use a card as a starting point, use the imagery to set the scene, or to help with an answer or a choice. You can use or add other divination tools too of course! Experiment. It’s creative writing after all.

Honestly, there isn’t much else to say than to do this in any way you want to. There is no right or wrong. I literally just made this up as a way to help me and thought it might be useful to others-which means there is nothing official about this whatsoever.

I would recommend keeping all these stories/scenes/sessions and store them for later reference or reflection. Maybe you visit a specific place several times? Perhaps there are several loose, disconnected and unrelated stories or scenes. Perhaps you want to continue where you left off last time, so you read yourself into it before every session and the entire thing becomes connected.

Just make sure that you don’t limit yourself in what you can write or what you/your deity can say. Leave room for things to go weird. Be okay with unexplainable scene changes or plot twists—don’t think of it as having to be a story with a good plot and structure, etc. As soon as you start limiting yourself in what you can and can’t write, you limit your deity in the messages they can give you, too.

Be sure to thank your deity as you usually would and feel free to use this idea however you wish. I would love to hear your thoughts, experiences you want to share, and questions, so feel free to message me.

Thank you for reading and I hope it gave you some inspiration <3

#deities #offerings #deity communication #witchblr #eclectic paganism #eclectic pagan #(you can do this w any pantheon of course)#mine

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pestopascal · 4 years

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how do you go about commissioning someone? i want to but i hear a lot of bad stuff every so often and ive seen you mention certain artists being behind on contact so im not sure what to expect

quite frankly commissioning someone is absolutely terrifying and needs to have a high level of communication from both the person you are commissioning as well as yourself. the one major artist i have said something about and to, turns out, have had a long history of disappearing for months at a time or not being good and running off with money. found out that after i finally got something from one of them, but the other who i’ve been waiting since january on a response from... im emailing every second week and @ ing on twitter constantly by this point considering it was an upfront payment. and like i said about the first one... if commissions are your primary source of income... there is a level of expectation. i know from social media the second one has been involved in a lot of public work and whatnot, which i do support, but all i need is one email to be like “hey sorry im busy with other work”. some people don’t tell you that. or you find out through their tumblr their laptop is broken. it can be very frustrating. or they run donation and commission sale posts in between not doing your commission. so...

and as for you the person commissioning i think people vastly underestimate what you need to provide vs what ppl actually do provide. if you have some specific pose in mind provide photo refs/explain it. you dont need to do a characters backstory, 3 pages, no line breaks. summarise. clear cut on colours and clothing. and if you leave it up to interpretation then you’re gonna end up with something you may have to be like hey sorry lets correct this, which wastes time and effort and money on everyone’s behalf. like spend time going through god like pinterest or whatever to actually source what it is you are looking for. you’d be amazed that people rly to appreciate it, and also esp when artists run limited spots, the ones that are actually providing references and so on are the ones that do get picked because it makes it easier to then provide a higher quality product. its not about remembering urls and favouritism that some people like to claim, its so that they can spend more time on something for you.

that said, commissioning someone and seeing something you have in mind come to life is brilliant. personally i do have a preference for commissioning friends, because well 1) communication (sophia is so good for it), 2) its so funny dropping into the dms like kicking down their door and throwing money at them to draw something for you (something i do to hoiist and daisy regularly) and 3) idk love and support friends!!! (always all of them) also with friends too i do ask people if theyre trying something out like animations, new painting style, etc. if they wanna test on my comm i dont mind because in some instances it also helps them like work out if they wanna use it as an offer on a comm yknow?

when it comes to artists (or writers in some instances) that you dont personally know, if i cant exactly find the information on their tumblr (which happens quite rarely but does happen) i just ask. what do they need. what do they want. also turnaround time. there are people out there with art/writing styles that you do adore, or something specific theyve done in the past you want to almost have recreated for yourself. talk to them! ask if they’re okay redoing like idk a deconstructed helmet or a watercolour tarot card or a 3k word third pov fic revolving around reconnecting 5yrs later (plummmmm). but like too ask about payments, if you can potentially do half and half (a lot of artists are honestly open to this but you just have to ask), what are their routines like with providing sketches and changes (most tend to have information available on their tumblr but... still), etc etc. and dont be surprised if you ask for some heavy tattooing and jewellery and flowers that the price goes up? ive seen people be genuinely shocked like youre asking for heavy detail... hello.... but communication is key and its also on you to ask and tell the things you want and need.

as for writing commissions, personally, kind of almost in the same boat? if theres a particular scene, a visual reference helps to be like a guiding key to get to that point, but also specific words, like talking about hands, the colour purple. personally too with writing comms i have done, i do sometimes go and search for like oc tags for more visual stuff and then translate it to text. some of my favourite pieces have been exchanges more than commissions, with crashed-down through the dragon age pieces we’ve done, and utilising the tags there. also like i ask if you want the pov to follow someone specific, do you want first, second or third, any particular time of day, etc etc etc. like this does affect tone and flow. also with mine i offer snippets as i move through to see if the phrasing is right, am i doing something appropriate to the character/s, as with art you have the. pose and emotion in one position as such yknow? with writing its a movement and kind of links through it all. if like one sentence is off, the tone could be wrong, and changes everything.

also, if something is out of your price range, i have seen an upswing in people asking that just let someone know. inquire, work it out, but if its too much just politely turn it down. yes, emails get lost and tumblr is notorious for not flagging messages so there can be unintentional ghosting but yeah i think thats a good habit to get into.

tldr; dont be afraid to commission people, seriously, its very rewarding for everyone around. be polite, ask questions, keep on top of the communication. dont be an asshole, be clear about what youre after, be kind, enjoy

#replies #got long so under a cut #but yeeee hope that helps #ive commissioned a lot more in the last two yrs than i have before #like got over my fear of commissioning after having a few bad ones during 2015/16 period #and its been overall rly good like #you also find that one artist you keep going back to #like xla-hainex is someone i always recommend love maria #and also like take into account if someone runs like kofi commissions #and u cant afford their bigger pieces #theres no shame in doing kofi ones #its how i commissioned vika a few times #Anonymous

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neni-has-ascended · 5 years

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A question about "Complete Turnabout"

@athena-cykes-ace-attorney:

Hello Nenilein,

I’d been reading “Complete Turnabout” recently and noticed that there haven’t been any updates for a long time. I’ve also played through the beginning of the game. I’ve been getting into writing fanfiction recently and I just wanted to ask if you’re ever returning to writing Ace Attorney Fanfiction. Did Spirit of Justice just completely drive you out of the fandom and the fanfiction? Or are you just done with that part of your writing?

Hello, sorry for the late reply. So, let’s get into this.

I’m a super flighty nature. It often causes me to start projects and then jump to the next, not taking into account how the new project might divert my attention away from the old projects, especially because I find it hard to even force myself to keep my attention on the old project if I have new ideas. It’s a problem I’ve honestly been working to overcome, especially because I never really abandon old projects. I mean it, I still have every single tiny, useless thing I’ve ever started working on in my Dropbox and occasionally randomly pull them up and make new additions to them or edit them, even if the thing has been dormant for years. Complete Turnabout is no exception there,

The big problem with getting back into actively finishing the Fanfic is... Well, there’s several, actually. And yeah, Even though I still actively think about the fic a lot (like with a million other things), it makes it hard to go back. Here they are, most important to least important:

1.) Complete Turnabout no longer matches my current style of writing and doesn’t reflect my skill level.

The Fic represented a huge turning point (ha ha) for me in my “career” (using the term losely) as an author, since this was where, influenced by an important person in my life, I threw out everything I thought about writing before and gradually came to use a completely different style of writing, one which I’ve kept developing to this day. CT reflects a huge part of this transitional phase in my writing. The thing is, I haven’t stopped progressing as a writer ever since I last actively wrote on it. There’s so many things I’ve started and stopped doing, so many techniques I’ve learned and a lot of humor I found funny back in the day now only makes me cringe. It’s not like I find all of CT entirely unreadable now. But the first 10 to 15 chapters are garbage. Unadulterated and absolute trash. You couldn’t force me to write like this anymore these days. So if I wanted to go back to finishing it, I’d feel myself compelled to rewrite half the fanfic from scratch, which would be a massive undertaking and would clash with my already almost non-existence time management abilities.

2.) The in-fic Court Record is fundamentally broken.

To me, a huge part of the fic was the reader’s ability to guess along while reading and feel as if they could actually move around through the settings and throw evidence at places and people like in the series proper. Unfortunately, my inability to update the CR properly has turned this into a mess I was deeply ashamed off at latest by chapter 25. If I wanted to go back and continue the fic I would HAVE to rework this feature of the fic from ground up, maybe even program a little web-page to make it work for everyone or something. I want to do that one day, but right now I am a creative garage stuffed to the brim with unfinished arts and crafts projects and I need to take some time to clean myself out and finally get things in order.

3.) OMFG Spirit of Justice

Yeah, as you correctly guessed, that game was like... the straw that didn’t just break the camel’s back but put the camel into a coma that only the most advanced veterinarian science could possibly retrieve it from. It wouldn’t be so bad if I just didn’t like the game, I mean, there’s a ton of stuff I don’t like in Gyakuten Kenji 2, and I still use its characters and concepts quite prominently and passionately. No, the problem is what Spirit of Justice did to friggin’ Apollo! That friggin’ game messed up his character timeline and underlying motivations so badly, I have no idea how to write around this bullshit stuff anymore. I have no idea what the writers were thinking there, all I know is that this is DEFINITELY not the kind of thing Shu Takumi envisioned when he wrote Apollo’s character. The character was envisioned to be young, passionate, but down-to-earth and an everyman. Spirit of Justice turned him into a fully fledged DanganRonpa character, and not the “Ultimate Luck” type. I have no idea how to work with this!!

4.) I really want to do everything ever, now, immediately, all at once, god, give me 20 arms and 5 more brainssssss

As some people following my antics for some time might have realized I have a teeeeensy problem keeping my priorities straight and tend to start, like, 5 new projects every month. I’m working on a TobyFox-multiverse themed comic right now, wrote a script to an A Hat in Time adaptation comic, I have an ongoing Kingdom Hearts fanfic retelling an alternate universe version of Birth by Sleep, I am working on a Youtube Series about the meaning of the Tarot Arcana as used in the Persona games, I sew 3 Cosplays a year and take part in various nerd competitions, I am working on my final University thesis on the application of religious themes in JRPGs, I have been writing on a novel for 3 years, have started working on several different video game projects with friends (all but one abandoned right now), started and abandoned a web-novel project, I draw, I stream, I play Trading Card Games on Weekends, I am actively looking for a job, and, damn for some dumb reason just a year ago I thought getting myself a pet would be a great idea, too!

If it were up to me, I’d finish all these things. Every last one of them. But as it is, I’m forced to set priorities. Right now, I am working hard to at least bring the most important/recent of these (One of the game projects, my novel, the comic project and my Master’s Thesis) to a satisfying finish. After that, I will pick other ideas back up and work on them. But I really, really, really need to learn to not just start things, but also end them.

It’s been a journey, and it will keep being a journey from here on out. But I’m glad there’s people who love what I do. Making people happy with my creativity is my dream, and I’ll fight to keep making it happen, no matter how much effort it takes.

I thank you for being happy with what I’ve made so far. I thank you with all my heart. Here’s me praying that I will make more things in the future that will make you just as happy. And here’s me praying that I will be disappointing people less by not finishing the things that made them happy in a timely fashion.

That’s what I had to say here. I hope it helps. I am sorry if it’s not what you wanted to hear. Honestly, it’s not what I like to hear from myself either...

Still, I thank you, so much,

Many Greetings, Nenilein

#Complete Turnabout #Ace Attorney #Neni Replies #submission

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forfansbyfans · 6 years

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Challenge Yourself: A FFBF Artist Interview

Homestuck Tarot Acts 6 & 7 - Cards Illustrated: Queen of Pentacles, Four of Wands, Page of Swords

It’s always fascinating to see how huge the Homestuck art community is all over the world - Where are you from?

Coastal California, born and raised

We’re in love with the tarot deck! Can you tell us a little bit about how you became involved?

Aryll (who organized the event) posted about it in a Homestuck Art server I'm an admin for (the Homestuck Artists Discord Server) to help get the word out. I was one of many people who was excited by it. I'm incredibly impressed by her selections for the cards, every one was absolutely perfect. (Also she's an amazing artist, and the project is filled with incredible artists, and being able to work with them and get crits from them and see their process was also just incredibly fun and fulfilling.)

Tell us a little bit about the artwork you contributed to the deck – how does the art tie in with the meaning behind the card?

Alright, this might take a bit, partially because I did three and partially because there's a lot in there. I'll try to get into what I can!

Queen of Pentacles: The Queen of Pentacles is a perfect fit for Jane and the Nanasprites. I drew Jane as the queen she is in Propsitian regalia, with a maternal Nanasprite on each side to offer guidance, resources, compassion and playful mischief. The cake Jane's holding with the pentacle frosting represents her material wealth, financial success and security. It hints at her business and creative talents but in a way that's entirely hers, without any crockercorp baggage tainting it. She holds it with an open hand, representing her willingness to share with family and friends. She's centered in the piece, emphasizing her stability. At her feet grow pumpkins, that are both a literal image of pumpkins she grew that (though she didn't know it) sustained Roxy and an entire city of Carapacians, as well as a metaphor for the life and sustenance she creates for those around her. The life symbol on her throne furthers these themes. Lil Seb represents caution (he's on guard, ready to protect his charge) with Jane's hand on his head representing her compassion and maternal affection. (Not to mention holding him back from causing too much mischief! The Queen of Pentacles knows how to keep her family in line) In the background, prospit shines in all its glory, a flourishing kingdom of gold. Skaia shines above, an entire universe waiting to be born, in part thanks to Jane's hand, but she's down to earth and her eyes are set forward, focused on the practical, there here and now. Jane is a great character. I love her and I loved drawing her.

Four of Wands: The Four of Wands depicts S: Unite, one of my all-time favorite flashes. The alpha kids come together in person for the first time ever in a series of shenanigans and time travel. I took some artistic license with the chains on the lanterns so they'd reflect the wands in the original card. Where in the original it evokes a Chuppah, here, homestucks lanterns represents the very life force and the interconnection of the alpha kids. At that very moment, Jake's kiss has caused Dirk's lantern to burst with life, spreading the light of that to all the other lanterns as well. There's also an echo of Dirk's heart symbol in Jake's lantern, and the light almost seems to pierce through Jake's heart. (A lot of this symbolism was in part inspired by some fantastic essays on DirkJake and the lantern scene in particular by RevolutionaryDeulist on tumblr, which I definitely recommend checking out! :3) I tried to keep a symmetry and sense of movement to the card. It's a card of happiness and reunions, that both follows and precedes a lot of hard work. It's everything coming together at one moment, and even if things might get hard again soon, for a while now pure joy. Dirk, Jake, Jane and Jake all see (or are about to see) each other for the first time in person, after what is probably the worst day of all of their lives and a lot of work. While it harmony, celebration, goals achieved and reunions and unions of all kinds, its also a transitory card and can even symbolize a breakdown in communication. (Something that the alpha kids, unfortunately, had plenty of problems with!) Dirk, Jane and Roxy are both acting and watching. There's more to it, but this is the most complicated of the three and I'm afraid the hardest for me to explain, and I seem to be repeating myself so I'm gonna stop now.

Page of Swords: The page of swords is a perfect Tavros card. He's energetic, passionate and creative. Tavros is waiting in the beginning, eager to begin this new project, and look what a beginning it is! An army of countless ghosts waits with him, inspired by his charisma and kindness rather than forced. It's about being ready and moving forward. And importantly, he's successful because he made the choice to do this on his own, ignoring the voices that told him he couldn't succeed and wasn't good enough. It's a card that encourages you to find the people who will nurture your ideas rather than those who bring you down. It also represents communication, which is what it took for him to gather up this army. The breath sign in the clouds is there for multiple reasons. Breath is, of course, Tavros' symbol, and also, the Page of Pentacles is a wind card. But within the Homestuck canon, breath also represents freedom and charisma and many of the aspects of this card. (Also, god rays are cool and fun to draw and make some neat lighting effects.) Like Tavros, of course, the card only represents the beginning. It represents gathering people and friends, and communicating with them, new ideas and the start of something great. But Tavros at this point understands himself well enough to know his own strength. He formed the army, but he isn't the one to take the lead, and he's okay with that.

How have you grown as an artist over the years and what has helped you grow?

Practice is great for improving, but more than that you need to challenge yourself, and you need things to inspire you to do so. I've been drawing since I was three, graduated with a BA in art, and been living off caricaturing for almost a decade. But I also felt like my art was stagnating, and the thing that inspired me most has actually been Homestuck. I actually only got into it recently, only a few years ago, but it's gotten me drawing for myself again for the first time in a long time, and the art discords have a lot of events that have been encouraging me to draw. So even the time I've started drawing homestuck my art has improved more then it had in a long time, and I've really had fun with it again for the first time. But the best way to improve is definitely to find the things your worst at, and study and draw it a lot. Bad at hands? Study a bunch of pictures of hands. Learn anatomy, skeletal and muscular structure. Trace hand photos, draw your own hands. Bad at backgrounds? Study landscapes, trees, perspective... etc. Trying to do different things and work with different styles is good too, things like palette challenges can be great for helping things stay fun and inspired. Sorry, I got a little rambly, and I guess its more a general list of things I learned then the things that sparked my own specific growth, but hopefully it's helpful!

What’s your process? Where do you find inspiration?

I like changing things up. Sometimes I'll sketch thumbnails or even the base sketch on paper, then draw from there in photoshop. Sometimes I'll play with pure color or light and shadow and sort of carve out images. I like to play with art a lot, and how much prep I do varies depending on what I'm drawing; usually if its a commission or illustration with something more in mind I'll do more thumbnailing and have a more structured approach. Inspiration varies. Music can be great for it, Homestuck is hugely inspirational. Games, stories, movies, etc can also all be great. Also I love having themed events, or drawing gift art for people. (Bonus, I love making people happy so I find that particularly satisfying.)

What kind of impact has Homestuck had on your life and art?

It's become my favorite piece of media. I could (and have) gone on a multi page rant about why and everything I like about it. But in an attempt to be succinct, its an interesting complex story with great characters and the perfect balance of humor and serious moments. Seriously, I love every character. It's also, like I mentioned, got me drawing for myself again. I've been drawing much more and improved a lot thanks to Homestuck in the few years since I got into it. I owe a lot to it, and for all people speak bad of the fandom, I think there's much more good then bad, and try my best to be part of the former, trying to help it be a place of encouragement, growth and happiness for everyone involved. :3

What advice would you give to a younger you?

Oh man. There are so many answers I could give here. I'd encourage more introspection. There's a lot of things about myself it took me too long to discover, or things I did because I was following someone else's definitions of success. Teaching myself art with some of the fantastic resources available and focusing on my own goals could have spared me ridiculous amounts of student debt.

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