And The Queen Sees The Mist

~ Profile and avatar made by my lil' chickie, @lilchickie ~

[thedyingmoon]

Oh, watch me as I turn this week as fruitful as it can be!

Yes, I'm back to posting fics here.

But, no, I won't be opening my Ask Box. I will never open it.

What's in my plate this January?

To You Who Rejected Me ( next parts, will be slowly updated cosidering the length )

365 Days Of V: Your Daily Dose Of Vitamin V ( will, of course, be updated daily, oh yes )

DMC Mecha Verse ( will also be updated a bit slowly, only a bit, because I'll be focusing more on To You )

Music And Us Two ( I made this one on the 25th of December, it's out on Ao3, and I will upload it here, as well )

Also, my artistic plans this week

One OC by my friend from another fandom

Another OC by another one of my friends, also from a different fandom

A chibi wallpaper, also for one of my friends

And a set of digital ACNH photo sets, also for one of my friends

Oh, I haven't done that New Year message thing, have I?

Despite what everyone was saying about 2020, well, my 2020 was actually a lot BETTER than my 2019. Of course, I would never forget my many fateful encounters during 2019, but 2020 made me realize that I have so many, many blessings, both big and small, that I should be thankful for.

One of them is, of course, my family. Because they're all well and safe during the pandemic.

Second one is my job. A very difficult and demanding job, if I may say so, myself! And yet, the company didn't let me go, despite letting go of so many others, who, I know, was much more worthy of the position than I was. Not to mention the hefty insurance and health benefits. For that, I'm very thankful.

And lastly, and definitely not the least, my dear friends, both old, and new! From here, to Instagram, to Twitter! These people made 2020 so much better for me. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have motivation, and the inspiration to keep on going.

I may have lost precious people last 2019, but I got some of them back. And for that, I will forever be thankful.

I will not tag people here, but you'll surely know when you read this.

Thank you so much! I know this will be a greater year for us all!

[gaaebolg]

. Tepes Screenshot repaint. Quick color practice!

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[gaaebolg]

I’m late!! ;;w; Happy Valentine’s Day everyone!!

[anxietyproblem]

[gaaebolg]

Xiao

art requesy from @dxwitt

[thedyingmoon]

Alright! Missing days of 365 posted now😁😁😁

Thank you so much for your patience, guys.🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

[etlunainmorte]

~ A little angst here, so please proceed with caution. Thank you!

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Day 30 - Mom

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"What,... is this place?" Nero asked an hour later when they finally arrived in their destination.

And to this, V simply replied, "She used to live here."

Nero was still a bit confused. "She? Who - ?"

The expression on his face when he finally realized looked so precious.

And it actually made V's heart twitch in pain.

"Your mother." V quietly answered as he looked at the old, abandoned house right before him and Nero.

"Wait," Nero snapped, disbelief clearly painted on his face. " ... what do you mean she used to live here? What really happened here, V?"

To this, V tilted his head. "Come. I'll show you."

Entering the house brought out too many emotions in the poet. Despite not clearly remembering everything that happened, V could still remember emotions.

That feeling when he looked up at the portrait of Venus. That emotion he felt when his fingers grazed against the dusty chair she used to sit on while she knitted.

The tears he felt coming out of his eyes and the lump he noticed growing in his throat when all the fond emotions came back,...

It was simply,... too much for V.

"Her name," The poet began as Nero listened attentively to him. " ... was Queenie. At first, I,... couldn't see what she looked like. All her physical aspects were like a blur to my feeble mind but, there was a time when I was finally able to see her face for the first time in my life.

"It felt,... really intimate. Very warm. For a moment, I felt like I was drowning in my own emotions, and I let it carry me wherever it wants. I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of love and protection she freely offered, and then, I saw her.

"That moment when the wave of emotions abruptly stopped, and the dark clouds that blinded me finally disintegrated.

"Like a new dawn, and the sun rising up once more, I saw her face. The most,... "

For a while, V had to stop, feeling the lump in his throat growing bigger and bigger, making him even more uncomfortable.

But, he knew he must go on.

"She was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." V went on, his hand clutching the cane too tightly for support as if he was on the verge of collapsing. "Her gentle eyes, her soft smile. Her fragility. Her,... humanity.

"Everything about her,... was truly beautiful."

Looking at Nero, he added with a smile as his tears slowly descended from his eyes, "I was too overwhelmed with my own emotions. Everything felt too perfect. Too,... surreal. I know I don't deserve such happiness. But, she's right there, and I could feel her.

"And amidst these overflowing emotions, something very bright and unexpected came.

"She had you, Nero."

Nero felt something punch him in the gut when V spoke the words. It felt as if he was listening to a riddle but, all of a sudden, it got solved on it's own.

He could actually feel his own emotions getting the better of him.

"She had you, and it was the most wonderful day of her life. Of our lives.

"And then, all of a sudden, all light was lost. The gentle waves that carried turned into a storm and carried me away from her. Away from her warmth. For what felt like a very long time, I was asleep. It was cold, harsh, unkind.

"And the next thing I remember, I was looking up at the monstrosity incarnate that held me imprisoned for a very long time. It wreaked havoc on Red Grave and killed thousands of innocent people. You know the rest.

"Making the story a bit shorter, I did try to find Queenie on my own when Vergil granted me this,... independence. And this,... was all I found. Emptiness, coldness, ruin,...

"I found out she died of an unknown illness right after you were born. And the feeling of knowing it,... it haunts me. I could even feel it seeping right through my bones.

"And me letting you know all this too late," V said, sitting down on the dusty chair, feeling his knees finally giving in. " ... gave me a feeling of shame. I should have,... "

"Told you all this earlier." Another voice uttered, making the two of them look at the front door,...

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[etlunainmorte]

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Day 29 - Dad

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It was very strange for Nero to be seen walking around with a stranger in the streets of Fortuna, especially if the said stranger was a tall and slender dark - haired man with tattoos and a pet bird. Others would gaze at them with those weird look on their faces, and some would even flat out stare at them as if they have broken the laws of the city.

However, the young man wasn't even the least bit mad.

Nero actually considered V as somewhat of a father figure, since he still hasn't warmed up that much to Vergil. And V, after knowing all this, has attempted many times to convince him to get closer to his own father.

However, seeing Nero so confused and a bit shy that night when he kindly asked about his mother has invoked a certain emotion in V. He couldn't sleep that night, and when he closed his eyes, all he could imagine was his face,... and hers.

V never really planned on going back to this place, as it has reminded him of some,... unsavory memories.

But, for the sake of the person who looked up to him as his own parent, he must do it.

He promised Nero he would bring him to this place, and he shall fulfill it.

"What,... is this place?" Nero asked an hour later when they finally arrived in their destination.

And to this, V simply replied, "She used to live here."

Nero was still a bit confused. "She? Who - ?"

The expression on his face when he finally realized looked so precious.

And it actually made V's heart twitch in pain.

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[etlunainmorte]

~ Awkward moments ahead. Be warned.

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Day 28 - Nero

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For the next few minutes, the two men simply enjoyed their tea, silently observing the crackling fire and the sleeping form of the familiars next to the fireplace.

However, this calm and peaceful atmosphere would soon be interrupted by one very,... unexpected question.

"Hey, V?"

"Hmm?"

"When you, ahh,... h - how should I say this?" Nero mumbled, scratching the back of his head, looking more awkward than he already was a few moments earlier.

"When I what?" V urged on absent - mindedly, not taking his sight off the mesmerizing reflection of the flames in his tea.

For a while, V felt as if he was sinking in the moment. Him, looking at what remained of his tea while Nero mumbled on, his voice slowly getting drowned amidst the sound of the crackling fire and the ticking of the clock mounted on the wall to his left.

The poet felt somewhat hypnotized,...

... until the gravity of what Nero was actually trying to ask him hit him like a slow torpedo fired at him by an unknown submarine.

Like someone surfacing from the ocean after a long and deep dive, he dragged his languorous green eyes to Nero's innocent blue ones and opened his mouth, asking him the question that he, himself, did not hear, as if his head was still submerged in the water.

"Oh, I m - mean," Nero stuttered, his voice a little shaky, his trembling fingers still scratching the non - existent itch at the back of his head. " ... when m - mom was,... expecting me,... w - was she the same? I mean, was she experiencing mood swings just like Kyrie? Did she kick you out of the house, too?”

V felt he was stuck, not knowing how to answer Nero's question. Of course, the boy was just understandably trying to know more about his mother but, knowing him and how,... awkward,... he was of speaking his emotions out loud, the question came out as abrupt and a little blunt. A bit shocking, even.

And V could only say the truth. At least, the truth he knew only from his side of things.

"I will be very honest with you, Nero." V began, his voice lower than he'd anticipated. "I,... can't tell you. Or rather, I,... don't have the capacity to explain to you what really happened.

"You see, I' am,... only a part of who made you. I don't share all of your father's memories, and I don't have a clear vision of everything that occurred before he,... carved me out.

"I truly am,... sorry."

"Whoa. Well, hey! No need to say sorry, I, ahh, kind of understand, no worries! Haha,... " Nero blabbered, laughing a little awkwardly.

V was waiting for Nero to say or ask something else but, moments has passed and the Devil Hunter still remained silent.

Then, V had an idea. It's not a very clever, or even a feasible, one but, he knew it would, at least, clear Nero's confusion.

V knew it would ease some of Nero's pent - up tension with regards to this very sensitive topic.

"I hope you're not too busy tomorrow." Standing up from the sofa, V simply spoke.

"Just gonna help Nico with some stuff in the afternoon. After that, I'm all good!" Nero answered, the now empty cup of tea still in his hands. "Are we going somewhere?"

The poet turned and looked at Nero in the eye. "You could say that. Yes."

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[etlunainmorte]

~ Mentions of pregnancy ahead, please proceed with caution. Thank you.

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Day 27 - Kicked Out

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It was actually just like any other night, a bit calm, a bit cold, a bit quiet, save for Griffon's little sleep talks and Shadow's huge grunts and yawns.

However, this time around, V actually had a guest staying over. And for the first time during his independent life, he felt like he adopted someone's child.

"Are you,... sure you really want to stay here for the evening?" V asked for the third time that night.

Looking up at his father, Nero smiled awkwardly and nodded his head. "Y - yeah, very sure."

The poet sighed. Giving the young man a warm cup of green tea, he went on, sitting next to him, "I know for a fact that Kyrie would never get angry with you. Unless of course,... if you do something that would,... infuriate her."

"That's the issue. It seems like she's always infuriated with me these past few days." Nero worriedly explained, taking a sip of the tea that V made for him. "She even told me she hated my cologne. I swear, she used to love sniffing me when I wear it. Nico says it's the hormones kicking in. Says it will be gone in a few days."

Disguising his laughter as coughing fits, V inhaled, focused his mind on the problem, and tried to answer with a straight face, "Let us trust that Kyrie's,... hormone problems,... would soon past. But, one can only hope, when a husband is actually,... driven away from his,... own home,... by his,... expecting wife."

"You must think I'm scared shitless of my own wife."

"Not at all. It's perfectly,... understandable."

"And you must think this is all too funny."

"Why? I think it is,... only natural."

Nero hummed, not knowing what to say next.

For the next few minutes, the two men simply enjoyed their tea, silently observing the crackling fire and the sleeping form of the familiars next to the fireplace.

However, this calm and peaceful atmosphere would soon be interrupted by one very,... unexpected question.

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[thedyingmoon]

Hello again!

I have realized I did not upload 365's Days 27 through 29 here! I have entirely forgotten!😱😱😱

I'm so sorry, guys!😭😭😭

I will upload the missing days here now, plus the Ao3 link.

Thank you so much for your patience! ❤❤❤

[etlunainmorte]

~ Mentions of heartache / heartbreak ahead. Also swearing, courtesy of our much beloved sailor - mouth, Griffon.

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Day 34 - Lovebirds

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V never really thought of Griffon as someone who would even look at his own kind with much ardor, especially when he's nothing like any other avian in the world. To V, Griffon was a very special kind of bird. He's a powerful Demon, a nightmare, a force to be reckoned with.

He's V's loyal familiar.

However, his thoughts regarding Griffon changed when they passed by the local pet shop.

All of a sudden, the demonic familiar stopped yapping his tongues off, stopped in mid air, and focused all of his eyes at something behind the thick glass of the store. And when the poet only got a series of mumbles as an answer from his familiar when he questioned him, V has decided to look at the thing the avian was so speechless and enamored with, and found a very pleasant surprise.

It was the most beautiful pastel pink cockatoo that V has ever seen in his life. With striking red feathers on the wings, and a very smooth - looking plumage. It was a very lovely specie of bird, indeed.

And Griffon? Well, it was safe to say he's smitten.

Very smitten.

Very smitten to the point where Griffon's fighting spirit has actually degraded. He got stalemated more often during their battles with the demonic forces, and all focus and concentration he once had had all gone down the drain.

Luckily for Griffon, V knew what he's thinking.

Despite knowing that the decision was too rash, V still went to the shop the next day and brought the lovely pink cockatoo home for his familiar.

For a time, Griffon, and the pink cockatoo he named, Isolde, were inseparable. Always together like coffee and cream, and very, very much in love like Romeo and Juliet.

That was, until V's old neighbors, Amor and Cyrus, the couple with a son who went to Europe to chase after a woman, dropped by for a visit one day and happily showed V their new, exotic pet. An impressive and handsome palm cockatoo with such majestic black plumage and red cheeks. And its name was Tristan.

And when the two cockatoos, Tristan and Isolde, laid eyes upon each other, their world seemed to stop revolving. Even time, itself, seemed to stop just for the two of them.

For a brief moment that seemed like an eternity for the two of them, Tristan and Isolde fell deeply in love with each other.

To make the story short, V had no other choice but to let Isolde go with Amor and Cyrus so she won't get sad of being separated from Tristan.

And the two cockatoos lived happily ever after.

But, what about Griffon?

"It's not that bad." V quietly said as he sat next to Griffon on the doorway where he last saw the love of his life.

"NOT BAD?!" The demonic avian screeched in such indescribable pain. "I CAN HEAR THEIR LOVIN' FROM ALL THE WAY HERE! FUCKIN' ANIMALS! YUCK!"

"Well, I'm sure you'll find another girl. Someone much worthy of your love."

"Huh. Easy for you to say! I mean, ya haven't even fallen in love! And don't fuckin' tell me it's Queenie because half the time, ya didn't even see when ya fucked!"

To this very obscene comment, V only bit back a smile.

Perhaps he didn't know what it means when the person you loved has left you for someone else. Maybe someday, but then, hopefully not.

As for now, he must focus on helping his familiar move on, and, maybe, find him another chick worth of his undying love.

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[etlunainmorte]

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Day 33 - Pizza

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It all started with a single slice of pizza.

Just the other day, V invited Dante over for lunch, and he generously ordered three big boxes of different - flavored pizza for the two of them, including Griffon, who has now become a huge pizza fanatic.

All was well, them exchanging stories and enjoying their food,...

... until only one slice of jalapeño special was left.

"Don't mind if I do!" Dante happily announced with a smug smile as he elected to grab the last slice for himself, only to stop when a blue wing prevented his hand from doing so.

"Oh, I don't think so, lover boy." Griffon spoke in what seemed like a threatening kind of voice.

"Whoa! Is that a challenge, little chicken?" Dante said, a devilish look forming on his face.

"Just who are ya callin' little chicken, huh?!" Of course, Griffon has a very short temper.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe, you are?" And of course, Dante would not hold back, especially when pizza was involved.

"How about a little challenge, huh? Let's see who the best man there is!"

"Ohoho, bring it on, feathery fella!"

"Oh, yes! IT'S BARBECUE TIME!"

However, none of the Devils were able to even land a single blow on the other, as the poet stealthily grabbed the last slice of pizza and gobbled it all right before their huge, shocked eyes.

"Oh! Were you two saying something?" V asked, feigning innocence as he noisily licked his fingers.

"No." Man and Bird answered.

Ever since then, the Bird has developed enmity towards the Man for ever getting in his way of his precious pizza, the Man has decided to be quick enough next time there's a last slice, and the poet has learned to not order pizza, at all, if Dante and Griffon were both involved.

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[etlunainmorte]

~ We are now at the second season of 365 Days Of V: Your Daily Dose Of Vitamin V! 😍😍😍❤❤❤

Woohoo! Thank you so much to everyone who read amd commented on the first season, and I hope you enjoy the second one. 😍😍😍❤❤❤

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Day 32 - Lovebirds

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Executing his very risky plan proved to be very, very efficient on both Nero and Vergil's part.

Especially for Nero. And Kyrie.

For one thing, the young man has finally stopped bothering V with sleepovers since that afternoon, and from what he heard from Nico, Nero, and his lady love, Kyrie, seemed to be doing great. The pregnancy hormone thing that Nico mentioned before seemed to be totally gone now.

However, there was one thing that bothered V the most, and it was the couple being too preoccupied with themselves that they couldn't focus on Devil Hunting commissions.

Just the other day, Nico kindly asked, no, begged, V to take over the Devil Hunting mission that Nero received a day prior. Said psycho was too busy simping on his lady love, and that the client was getting impatient and angry.

So, naturally, V took on the job, himself. He vanquished the pack of Demons terrorizing one of the houses on Swan Lane and got the full, generous payment all to himself.

The day after that, Nico asked again if V could take on another job meant for Nero. So, he went and did exactly that, and, again, got the payment for himself. And the next day, the Artisan asked him if he could attend this retirement party and play the violin during intermission. Said the job was meant for Kyrie, and, of course, because the lovebirds were too busy with each other, V had no other choice but to don his best suit, go to said retirement party, and endure the old ladies pinching his cheeks before and after his performance.

And by the end of the week, V has actually earned more than enough for himself that it even made Dante, who has forgotten to pay for his bills and rent in time again, really jealous.

Earning more than enough was good and all. But, V sure wished that the lovebirds would take over his Devil Hunting commission for him for a change. His cheeks were still red and very much swollen from all the pinching, and his pride wouldn't make him go outside because of it. Especially when Griffon was teasing him non stop because of it.

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[etlunainmorte]

~ A brief mention of family drama ahead.

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Day 31 - Father And Son

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"And me letting you know all this too late," V said, sitting down on the dusty chair, feeling his knees finally giving in. " ... gave me a feeling of shame. I should have,... "

"Told you all this earlier." Another voice uttered, making the two of them look at the front door,...

And there he was. Standing right before them was the man, himself.

It was Vergil.

Nodding towards V with the unspoken word that Nero would never understand, the eldest son of Sparda crossed the room and went towards his son, as resolute as ever, and with no such hint of hesitation in his eyes.

V took this as his cue and got up from Queenie's favorite chair, leaning on his cane for support and sending a tender, sympathetic smile towards Nero, who found Vergil's very sudden intrusion very confusing.

As much as he wanted to explain everything to the best of his knowledge and ability, V was really not the person for the job. And after telling Nero his side of things, he handed it to Vergil to finally close the gap between him and his son, whom he was separated from for over twenty years.

After all, nobody could but Vergil, himself.

And V was only glad Vergil agreed to all of this.

V waited outside the old house for what seemed to be an eternity, the suspense and dread giving him anxiety, slowly killing him inside.

It was a few minutes past five in the afternoon when the two finally emerged from the house where it all began, looking both very emotional and red in the eyes. Clearly, some manly tears were shed, and some not – so – gentle words were thrown at one and the other. But, looking at Vergil and Nero now, the poet could safely assume that the fresh air has finally entered the, once, suffocating room.

With a fond smile, V listened as Nero awkwardly offered his gratitude towards him for planning everything, and he gave a simple nod when Vergil uttered a simply thank you.

The two, then, decided to go home and tell Kyrie everything that happened but, V has made up his mind to stay longer for a bit.

And with a simple wave of the hand, V saw Vergil and Nero walk towards their home, a true father and son.

Only then did the poet grab his cellphone from his pocket to see ten or so missed calls from Patty, herself.

Dialing her number, V waited, hoping for the teen to pick up and to not get mad at him for not answering her call a little bit sooner.

A few seconds later, she finally answered the call.

Oh, my God, V! What took you so long?!

"Forgive me. I was,... in the middle of something,... very important."

Ohh,... that important, huh?

"Indeed."

Well, fine. But, listen! Dante couldn't come with me to the cinema. Said he has a gig. But, I already bought two tickets. Wanna come?

"Well,... who am I to refuse such a generous offer?"

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~ END OF SEASON 1 ~

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[thedyingmoon]

Hello again!😁😁😁

I'm back with new chapters of 365 Days Of V: Your Daily Dose Of Vitamin V!😁😁😁

Once again uploading a few parts, as I'll be busy with some stuff ( and my Animal Crossing Island needs attention😅😅😅 )

I hope you like them.😁😁😁

[rodentsunite]

Howdy @red-hood-redemption ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Love the name and I appreciate the tag!

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No pressure tag: @sellyoursoulforagoodname , @koracs , @wordborne , and anyone else who’d like to participate.

[wordborne]

¡Gracias! <3 indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries// fiction or non-fiction

Tagging: @blooddrop-palace​, @shiranyaaww​, @tyrythewolf​, @i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate​

[i-write-fanfics-to-procrastinate]

:D omg thank you for the tag K!!! <3 

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star-gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries// fiction or non-fiction

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[aetheria-dreams-eternally-deact]

‍‌‌‌‌‌‍‌‌😭‌😭‌😭 ‌a‌ww‌w, thanks Kae for including me, you always make me feel so loved

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails // dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries// fiction or non-fiction

imma drag @cupcakesandnightmares @dj-mamamars @lexi-b-writes @leviathan-dee and @rodeoxqueen into this. :)

[jessie-writes-things]

Sorry this took me so long to get around to. Uni and finals (and maybe a certain Mandalorian) have been getting in the way! 👀😂

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I’m not sure who has and hasn’t been tagged at this point but: @alighieri-sparda, @shadowrosess, @blooddrop-palace, @redfield-must-die, @rubixa-seraph, @look-ma-no-hands336

[shadowrosess]

I hate tumblr for not giving me any notifications…

Anyways, got tagged by @lexi-b-writes thanks for that! UwU

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails// dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries// fiction or non-fiction // 

Gonna tag @thedyingmoon and @thirdstreetangel… Overall, is open for everyone else!

[thedyingmoon]

Heyyy! Thank you so muh for the tag, @shadowrosess !❤❤❤😍😍😍

indoor plants or gardens // cloud-watching or star gazing // water or fire // paperback or hardcover // running or hiking // sleeping with socks or without socks // fruit or vegetables // hanging plants or succulents // dark wood or light wood // handwritten or typed // instagram or pinterest // braids or pigtails// dc or marvel // books or movies // oceans or meadows // forests or fields // sweet or salty // ice cream or chocolate // hoodies or sweaters // long hair or short hair // piercings or tattoos // summer or winter // boots or sneakers // cars or motorcycles // curls or straight hair // castles or cottages // sunny days or storms // reptiles or birds // disney or nickelodeon // strawberries or watermelon // essays or posters // phones or laptops // glass or stone // dark or light // photos or paintings // circuses or theatres // reading or writing // dogs or cats // poetry or novels // monsters or ghosts // thrift shops or libraries// fiction or non-fiction // 

Anyone is welcome to join❤❤❤

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