#weee some more animation practice
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he is so excited for some freaking cram
silly little frame from the gif bc i don't like how boiled it came out but oh well u_u
#my art#art#oc#fallout oc#fallout 76#fo76#fallout 4#fo4#fallout new vegas#fonv#mothman#weee some more animation practice#ik the colors arent awesome but unfort i can only do so much with a gif </3#ángel
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Day 6 - Go home, you’re drunk
Mask – Firemen’s Carry – “Didn’t we already have this conversation?”
Tristan hates parties and will accept any reason to get out of them. Even if it means taking his drunk friend to his room over his shoulders.
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He hated balls. He hated fancy gatherings of any kind, diplomatic or otherwise. He hated masquerades the most. At no point could he hide his identity with a mask, much less any more than that. He stood at least a head tall over almost every other person, his body wide enough for two, his horns even wider. Simply strapping a fancy leather or paper mask on his face could not hide any of that.
Mostly he hated the people. They made him nervous, memories of bullying haunting him from his childhood. And so many approached him asking inappropriate questions about his size, or girth, or other things that Alden had translated later as lewd and lascivious. He had little to no interest in those things and he tired of the banter about it. He had so much knowledge and so many opinions about other things and all they seemed to care about lie with the bedroom.
And the food? Too small for his enormous hands. He had to scoop up almost half a tray before he felt even remotely satisfied. And he found it incredibly bland. He never realized how many different spices and how much his father added to his food until he ventured into the world and discovered so many bland and boring foods. Sandwiches with some kind of sweet cream and fruits, or a white egg-based spread and vegetables mixed together, or meats with no seasonings, starches with no gravy, or gravy with no spices. He eventually learned what he enjoyed and stayed mostly by the beverages for the rest of the evening.
Alden had finally had a special mug made for him to carry that at least looked proportional to his size and meant he did not have to keep refilling it almost every sip. It allowed him the virtue of wandering the space, avoiding members of the delegations or nobles or nosy mothers that wanted to set him up with their daughters. Just lift the mug to his lips and glance around the room, then nod as if answering a summon from someone far away got him out of most situations. With his height, most people simply assumed that missed his conversation partner and allowed him time to mingle.
The thing he hated the most, however, came later in the evening. Most of these parties, after any and all children left the room, brought out the alcohol. It only increased the number of unsolicited lewd commentary and patrons approaching him but swaying as they loudly proclaimed obvious facts about his size, the refreshments, or someone else at the party. Alden encouraged him to simply nod and let them bore themselves into finding a more fun partner to drunkenly shout with.
But he had to attend the gatherings. All the friends he made over his journey implored him that he had to show himself to be sociable, or at least accessible, to prove that he cared about the people and not simply the lands hit hardest by the plague that Ophiuchus had spread through Solomon. The Elementals would weaken if the people did not care for their environment, and they would not care for their environment is the embodiments of the Elements did not care for them. He hated the thought process, that there were those that cared so little about others, be they animal, plants, or otherwise, would require some kind of incentive to do their duty to the land they inhabited.
Another shouting drunk approached him to ask about his mask. He had to have his tailor-made for his large head and face and horns, but he requested a simple one. They shouted something slurred in a language he had yet to study, pointed to him, then to their own mask. He nodded and smiled and they laughed.
“Still just as miserable as ever, eh, big guy?”
He slumped slightly at the entrance of a familiar voice. “Idania, I can’t understand them! They all speak Water or Air and none of them seem to care that I don’t.”
She giggled and placed a hand on his lower arm. “Well, the good news is, you might be able to get out of here early. The Prince- Alden has decided to drink this evening and forgot that he is a lightweight. He’s a bit hammered and needs to be taken back to his rooms.”
Tristan’s brow lifted with heavy interest. Then his eyes narrowed. “Why ask me though?”
Spirits bless her, he watched her brow disappear into a furrow under her mask. “Do you want to keep clinging to the walls for people to come shout that you bear a striking resemblance to the Earth Djinn-“ Of course she knew other languages, “Or would you rather take his Imperial Majesty back to his rooms and escape for the evening to the quiet solitude of your herbology books?”
A burden lifted from his shoulder and he stood a little straighter. “I would be glad to escort his Imperial Majesty back to his bedroom.”
Her tailed curled slightly. “I thought as much. Come on, then, I’ll take you to him.”
As they moved through the ballroom, he wondered when she had become the kind of person that people parted for. He remembered, unbidden, his first meeting with her, a strung out and tortured slave deposited into the wagon that would take them out of Pollux. He remembered how demure she acted around Alden and Sophie, the pain that practically ebbed from her at the familiarity her former friend held for the Virgo Princess. He remembered how she faded into the shadows, performing simple, menial tasks such as laundry or shopping or cooking without any of them asking or noticing, waking up to a stew over a campfire with clothes drying nearby as she mended another of his shirts, ripped from another growth spurt. And now, at this party, she held her chin high and nodded to people as she moved through the room, all eyes on her, the muzzle on her tail jingling delicately to alert her presence.
He wanted the confidence she had. The confidence given to her by the Water Djinn, by abandonment and struggle that forced her to emerge from her shell. But how?
“It’s really quite simple, my lord-. Oh no, it is ‘my lord’, isn’t it? I can never remember anymore.” Alden swayed, little punch mug in hand, beside an equally drunk Virgo.
“Come, kelara, it’s time to settle in for the night.” Idania lifted her skirt slightly to step up onto the dais where Alden stood.
The Scorpio Emperor’s face scrunched into the center, unhappy. “Didn’t we already have this conversation? I’m fine, my love.”
Idania smiled sweetly and gestured for his beverage. He sneered at her hand but relinquished the alcohol. She kissed him on the cheek and he melted a bit. The Virgo cooed at their interaction and Alden grinned. He spoke something in Water that Tristan barely understood and waggled his eyebrows. The Virgo’s eyebrows shot up almost to his hairline and he cackled. Alden turned to fling himself into Idania’s arms, which she accepted with the grace of an easily startled alpaca, and looked to Tristan.
He closed the distance and held his special punch mug to Idania. His hands now free, the large Taurus took Alden’s wrist. He leaned down, careful about his horns and the soft covers over the ends, and pressed his shoulder into Alden’s middle. The smaller man grunted, then elicited a joyous and quiet “Weee~!” as Tristan straightened up, the drunken Scorpio draped over the back of his neck. He felt Alden’s tail against his head, the Emperor’s bells jingling on his muzzle, and looked to Idania.
The Virgo jumped back, surprised at the sight, and Idania bowed to him. “Apologies for our abrupt departure, my lord. We’ll see you tomorrow?”
The man nodded absently and watched Tristan and Idania move carefully around the edge of the ballroom to the exit. Idania led him absently through the Virgo palace, no longer the same glamorous estate from his first visit. Sophie had gone out of her way to sell off the ostentatious décor to place that money back into the populace as soon as she took the crown.
Idania placed her cup on a small hall table outside the door of the Scorpio’s shared suite and fished her key from her muzzle. When asked about her multipurpose muzzles, she said no one bothered to check there for fear of a Scorpio’s venom and stinger.
She thanked him profusely after he dumped her husband on the bed. She brought a clean chamberpot to the bedside and peeled her mask off.
“Goodness I hate those gatherings.” She slumped onto the bed and slipped her shoes off.
Tristan’s brow furrowed. “You seem to fit right in.”
Her dark brow lifted, a sardonic chuckle from her. “It can be fairly exhausting pretending to be someone you’re not.”
Tristan removed his mask. “Both of you?”
Thick boots thudded on the floor by a pile of others and she stood to start removing Alden’s. “All of us. You were pretty excited to get out of there, right?”
He pressed his lips together. She had a point.
“Go rest and recharge, big guy. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow. When His Imperial Majesty is a little more sober. I wouldn’t want to spill any secrets he doesn’t want to share.”
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A Ponderous Rewatch: Battle for the Planet and Cameos
You know, I keep trying to be minimal with the amount of images I put in these posts, but I think it’s kind of a losing battle…especially when it comes to episodes animated by TMS like the second one coming later on today. I can’t help it, some of the expressions and poses are just too good to not be shared.
In any case, let’s begin with one very small cameo appearance in “Space Probed”:
Our little duo have apparently found themselves abducted by aliens, only to be kept in lab conditions much like the one on Earth at ACME Labs. This is one of those times where I wish I could know the production order of these episodes and not just the air date order… Why? Well, because this small cameo could potentially line up really well with an upcoming episode. Just keep that in mind for now.
With that out of the way, we move on to our next full skit:
And we begin with the Brain expositing to Pinky about how he came up with the plan for this episode.
“Halloween, Pinky: 1938. Mercury Radio Theatre presented an adaptation of H. G. Wells’ ‘War of the Worlds’ that was so realistic, people actually fled the cities believing that creatures from Mars were attacking the Earth. It proved that radio was a powerful tool…and now, Pinky, the advance of technology has brought us an even more powerful tool. Do you know what that is?”
Before we move on, how many of you reading this have heard about this? And how many of you know that this is actually an incident that happened in real life? Yes, people actually fled their homes after hearing this broadcast. Not a lot of people, of course. Not by a long shot. Most just made panicked phone calls to their local police station or to the radio station itself to find out what was really going on. The incident also wasn’t nationwide or anything like that, it was quite local. If anything, the radio play caused much more outrage after the fact than initial panic.
Another amusing anecdote is that Orson Welles was the man who directed, narrated, and played a main character in the broadcast. For those of you who may not be in the know, although Brain was initially based on animator and writer Tom Minton at Warner Brothers, Brain’s voice actor Maurice LaMarche based his voice on Orson Welles. Or, well, as Mr. LaMarche puts it: “The Brain is 70 percent Welles, 20 percent Vincent Price, and I don't know, there's another 10 percent of something else in there. I don't know what. Some people think it's Peter Lorre. I don't know what it is.”.
Strong references aside, I’m betting most of you can see the massive holes in the Brain’s plan already. Hoo boy…
“Umm… The rubber band?”
“The workings of your mind are a mystery to me, Pinky.”
“Ooo! I love a good mystery, Brain!”
You know, this little sequence with Brain nonchalantly stretching the rubber band while walking away from Pinky and Pinky determinedly holding on until Brain lets go off camera and sends Pinky flying is… Well, I don’t know what it is about it, but it’s kind of cute in a weird slapstick way? Like, it’s hard to tell if Brain did that on purpose to send Pinky flying for not understanding his plan…or if he actually wanted Pinky to follow him and tried to lead him to where he was walking but Pinky thought it was some kind of tug-o-war game and Brain got exasperated and let go of the rubber band.
Either way, Pinky doesn’t seem to mind.
“Television, Pinky, is our new tool!”
“We will pirate the airwaves and stage a hoax like ‘War of the Worlds’!”
Brain, you’re very good with that lasso. I’m impressed!
“Three cameras, Brain?”
“Yes… A technique pioneered by the great Desi Arnaz. And with them we will scare the people of the cities, leaving no resistance behind. We will have taken over the world!”
Well, Brain, that technique first being used by Desi Arnaz is a myth (it was more than likely actually pioneered by Jerry Fairbanks around 1947), but I’m going to give you a pass on this because you likely couldn’t fact check this very well at the time.
I do have to give Brain credit for being as dramatic as possible while announcing his plan, though. He really does know how to put on a show.
“Egad, Brain, brilliant!”
And Pinky is, as usual, full of praise and extremely excited about the plan. Look at him clapping and hopping around, aww… I’m starting to think that half the reason Brain goes through with these long, expository explanations of his plans to Pinky despite Pinky not quite following along a lot of the time is just to impress Pinky. Brain needs reassurance and Pinky always provides.
“Oh! Oh, wait, no, no…”
“Why would they be scared of us? We’re so small and we’re practically the size of mice, Brain.”
“We are mice, Pinky.”
“Oh, right! Well, there you are, then. Eh heh heh…”
…Okay, so, Pinky also tends to deflate the praise a bit when pointing out potential flaws in the plan like this, but it’s the initial thought that counts.
Yeah, I know, Brain. I know. But Pinky really is trying to be helpful.
“It’s not a question of size, Pinky. It’s a question of scale! Watch the monitor.”
“*gasp* Zounds, Brain! You’re gigantic!”
“Television, Pinky: The Great Deceptor!”
“Narf~…”
No, you aren’t seeing things. Pinky just…just stands there in front of the TV looking at live footage of a close-up of Brain and sighs in awe and affection while clasping his little hands together. I don’t even think I need to make a “Fellas, is it gay to--?” joke here. All that’s missing is little hearts appearing around his head.
We cut to a little while later, where the duo has everything set up for their broadcast. It looks like Pinky must have done the lettering for their props, since it actually looks decent and nothing like Brain’s scrawlings. Yes, I’m going to continue roasting Brain’s terrible penmanship. It amuses me.
“How is my disguise, Pinky?”
“OH! Is that you, Brain?!?”
“You flatter me, Pinky. Now, throw the switch and let us begin…the Battle for the Planet!”
Title drop! Also, aww. To be fair, Brain, I’m not sure Pinky was intending to be flattering so much as he was actually unsure if that really was you or not. But the fact that you took it as flattery is very telling, I think.
Pinky throws the switch, and the plan is officially underway!
According to the Animaniacs wiki, these people bear a striking resemblance to Elmyra’s family. If that’s what was intended, this is quite the early omen for the horrible “Pinky, Elmyra, and the Brain” spin-off that was made after the regular PatB spin-off. I don’t think I’m going to fully cover that show in the far future. It’s not the fun kind of terrible…it’s just terrible.
Oh hey, they were watching Family Matters! Too bad this is many, many years before they could bear witness to Dark Urkle Tribute.
And there’s Ralph, enjoying coffee and a doughnut.
And…some TV station broadcast folks. It kinda bothers me that these two basically have the same model except for different hair colours.
“We interrupt your regular broadcast to bring you this important news bulletin…”
“What is that?!”
“Someone’s pirated the TV lines!”
“Scientists have just reported that a large, unidentified flying object seems to be heading towards Earth. There is no cause for alarm…”
“…But there probably will be.”
Subtle, Brain.
Oh, hi, Warners! You certainly picked a good time to escape tonight.
“We take you now to our satellite view of the planet, perhaps to catch a glimpse of this fearful courier of the unknown.”
Cue Pinky making ridiculous “shoosh” and “shoom” and “weee!~” noises. Very convincing.
“I’ve just received word that the UFO is about to crash land nearby. There should be a great explosion!”
“I said, THERE SHOULD BE A GREAT EXPLOSION!”
“Hmm? Oh! OH, right, Brain! Narf!”
Nice blep, pinky.
Somehow, people watching the broadcast are still terrified. I’ve gotta admit that I didn’t expect this plan to go this well for this long.
…Okay, maybe I spoke too soon.
“Sorry, Brain…”
“…We’ll go live to the crash site momentarily.”
He says before near-instantly cutting to the “crash site”, still in the same disguise. Brain, honey, I know you’re probably trying to reduce broadcast downtime so that the audience doesn’t start to question what they’re seeing, but you do know that quick cuts like this ruin the illusion of this being a live broadcast…right?
Oh, who am I kidding? Of course he doesn’t know that. As usual, Brain has tunnel vision and expects his plans to go one certain way, and any details that don’t fit his internal narrative are discarded or not even thought about.
Just let me slide on in…
“I’m reporting to you live from the crash site and I…I’m at a loss for words. Can we get a shot of this very frightening scene?”
He’s right. That’s the most frightening…ly obvious cardboard spaceship I have ever seen.
But okay, I love these tiny prop improvisations they had to do. The bare cardboard wings taped to some kind of spray can for the body of the ship, a stray water cooler cup for the cone, test tubes for the thrusters, random little sewing pins for some kind of antenna, a dirty beige blanket to simulate soil for the crash zone… It’s so hastily cobbled together yet so goddamn cute.
Ralph still seems convinced that this is real, though that isn’t saying much.
“I am now positioned close to the…well, I can only assume that this is a vehicle from outer space, its occupants here to destroy the Earth.”
“Oooo!~ OoooOOOooo!~”
“Wait! There is a strange noise emanating from inside. Something seems to be coming out of the ship!”
They made a glove into an alien space suit with a tiny peephole to accommodate Pinky’s face and they fashioned a little belt from something for it, aaaaa! This is so adorable! Look at Pinky trying to be scary! He’s just all >:B throughout this entire scene.
BUG FOGGER
WARNING
CONTENTS UNDE
EXTREME PRESS
GAS
I’m wondering why they couldn’t label it as “bug spray”. I’ve honestly never heard of it being called “bug fogger”. Is that an American thing? (Also: Tiny sandbag wall!)
“Oh my! It’s hideous! Ladies and gentlemen, I can hardly describe this terrifying creature before me, except to say: Run for your lives! Go on! Empty the cities! Leave everything behind!”
“I…I don’t know how long I can stay on the air. I’ll try to get to our aerial view in chopper five!”
Okay, it seems even Elmyra’s family and the broadcast folks are still under the impression that this is actually happening. And Brain instantly cuts again to the aerial view. Brain, I think you’ve been watching too many movies.
“Chopper five, high above the city. The horrible creatures from Mars…invading…destroying everything in their path! Oh, the humanity!”
Since this is a still image the impact is lessened but Brain is rapidly beating his fist against his side to simulate the sound of helicopter blades and it’s actually pretty effective. Well done, lil guy, I never would’ve thought to do something like that. Your foley work is great!
The milk carton buildings still have straws in them to make chimneys! There’s little Chinese takeout boxes as buildings, too! I’m so charmed by all these quaint ways they’ve made their props.
Also, the Pinky-alien has apparently grown to kaiju size now, somehow. Brain, you’ve got to make your hoax at least a little consistent!
“This is no hoax, ladies and gentlemen. I urge you to run for your lives while you can! We’re not making this up just so we can take over the world!”
Goddamnit, Brain. You are the worst liar in the history of forever.
“Oh no! It’s heading this way! Run for your lives! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!”
I just thought these cowering poses Brain did were funny and cute. He is so small and vulnerable…
So Pinky starts to menace the camera itself and—
—Oops. This isn’t going to go well.
Poor, poor Pinky.
“We did it, Pinky. Brilliant performance!”
Holy shit, sincere praise from Brain! I’m sure Pinky will treasure it.
“Undoubtedly, the population has fled in fear from their ‘terrifying enemy’, HA!”
Umm. About that, Brain…
“Let us make haste…to The White House!”
Brain, you may want to at least wait a little while so that people can actually—
Ouch.
WOW, who needs Twitter in this universe when the press is this fast?
“’Battle for the Planet is a comedy smash… World laughs together. Stay home for this one!’”
“Pinky, are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
“Well, I think so, Brain…but if we didn’t have ears, we’d look like weasels.”
“[sighs] No, Pinky… Our hoax…no one went anywhere! No one fled the cities! They found us…humorous.”
If it helps any, boys, I also found you incredibly adorable.
“Where are you going, Brain?”
“Back to our cage, Pinky. We must plan for tomorrow night.”
“Why? What are we going to do tomorrow night?”
I like how Pinky is at first concerned about Brain’s mood and then we he sees that Brain is just walking home to plan for tomorrow night he’s bouncing on his tip-toes after him.
“The same thing we do every night, Pinky: Try to take over the world!”
TO BE CONTINUED because apparently Tumblr finds this post too long otherwise,
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Coco's hypno-hose campaign reaches a little higher up the food chain when she gets Prof. Goodwitch into her game. And when Winter Schnee visits Beacon, a little help from the now entranced Teacher and a pair of the hose in Atlas army uniform colors ensnares Coco another plaything. Coco's not sure what's more pleasing, the erotic games or seeing these high and mighty huntresses reduced to mindless, obedient, hypnohose-wearing pets. Perhaps both?
Glynda was an easy next choice. She sat in her class with three of her other Hypnotized sluts, unbeknownst to the bombshell teacher. Velvet sat next to her with smeared makeup from hours of faceducking just before her class, Pyrrha was told to touch herself under her desk for the entire class, and Cinder got up to stretch every thirty minutes, showing off her impressive cleavage and hefty cock to the rows surrounding her everytime. Coco decided she’d let in Glynda so that she could make another powerful woman at this school her obedient mindless pet.
Glynda was well known as being open to tutoring at anytime outside of her classroom, so Coco devised a plan to catch the good Professor red handed. Or more accurately, Ruby handed.
As the empty headed rose knocked on Goodwitch’s door, Coco was confident that she’d already won. Ruby sat down with a pout in front of the teachers desk and mopped about her lack of understanding on their most recent lesson. Glynda kindly offered to teach Ruby privately and the team leader was absolutely giddy. She sprung up from her seat and wrapped her in a warm embrace. Glynda was surprised but politely returned the hug before returning to her desk to begin privately teaching the bait set before her.
Ruby hovered over her teachers shoulder, almost inappropriately close as she watched, Glynda blushing at the warm heat and pleasant rose sent radiating off of her. About ten minutes in, an soft but noticeable clang hit the floor beneath Ruby.
The two looked down to a soaking wet metallic bullet vibe that had fallen from between Ruby’s legs. The rose feigned embarrassment, while Glynda blushed brightly and could not stop her mind from racing with dirty thoughts about her student. Ruby offered anything to keep her Professor silent about what happened, truly anything. It was was as Glynda took her up on her offer that Coco knocked on the door.
Coco walked into a seemingly vacant room, save for Proffessor Goodwitch who was sitting straight up in her chair and her face redder than a tomato.
“Uhhh Professor Goodwitch? Is this a bad time? I need some help?”
“Yes! Yes, uhm, Miss Adel that...~ that depends on what it is you need. I’m a very~..busy woman you know!”
Coco subtly smirked as she knew her pet was obediently beneath her teachers desk, eating her out with a passion and zeal that the older woman had never felt before.
“Well it’s about our last times paper assignment you had us do. I know the content pretty well, it’s just that I feel like so many other students are faster than me.”
As the subtle command hung in the air, Ruby began to roll her tongue faster and faster against her teacher. Subtly activating her semblance, the pet was able to make Glynda ball up her fist and bite her lip to keep from cracking her facade.
“Y y y you don’t have to worry Miss Adel!! You’re one of my best students. You are doing very well in my class with no reason to~~~worry!”
“Really? Cause I heard from some upper class man that this clas get a lot harder. I wouldn’t wanna be passed up by one of those energetic freshman like Ruby!”
Glynda swore under her breath as her students tongue dug deeper inside of her and she felt like she was being devoured. She let out a light moan, but caught herself before letting out anymore. Coco smiled as that was all the sign she needed.
“Alright well, I believe you Proffessor. Thanks for letting me cum by.~”
With the final command, Glynda was made to have the most soul shattering orgasm of her life ! She gripped her desk for dear life, but it wasn’t enough to keep her secret from being exposed as she shouted in ecstasy and Ruby was drenched in her cum.
Glynda pleaded with Coco not to tell anyone about what she saw. She was desperate and pleading, so of course Coco agreed.
On one condition.
No one even noticed Glynda’s new fashion choice or her glazed over eyes sitting above a cum drunk smile. She began to give more “private lessons” to Coco and the rest of her fellow pets. She even started “forgetting” to wear a bra to class and leaning over her students desks.
Several weeks later, Winter Schnee arrived at beacon with one goal in mind. Find out why Weiss’s grades were slipping in a class she’d previously been excelling in.
Winter knew that Schee’s were a proud bunch, and a direct approach would likely not yield any real results. So she decided to observe her sister more subtly within the class. All seemed well, Weiss had her eyes locked on her instructor, she took notes, she even asked questions on the topic: so why was she in danger of failing?
All became clear as Winter watched Professor Goodwitch arrive at Weiss’s desk to check in her work. Weiss’s eyes never left her teachers chest, and a subtle hand under her skirt may have gone unoticed by her Professor but not by her sister. She couldn’t believe her sister was being swept up in such carnal distractions. She’d have to have a talk with Glynda on the best way to approach this roadblock.
As Winter arrived at Glynda’s office it was much different than she remembered it. The usually warm academic decor was much more plush and darkly colored. Soft coffee colored futons and loveseats sat in the corner. The bookcases were replaced with large modern cabinets and heavy padlocked trunks. Even the usually inviting natural light of the room was replaced with almost sensual amber light. Glynda still resided at her desk, so Winter dismisses these changes as simple distractions as she made her way to her long time friend.
“Hello Glynda, I need to have a talk with you about Weiss.”
“Of course, what can u help you with?”
“I cannot believe I am admitting this to you, but it seems that my sister has become infatuated with you! It’s no real surprise, you’ve turned heads as long as I’ve known you. But I cannot allow her grades to suffer due to her own....budding maturity!”
Glynda touched a hand to her lips. Feigned shock spread across it as her naked lower region was hidden by her heavy oak desk. Weiss had come into this office multiple times, receiving many lessons on “oral ediqit” and “passionate stamina”. Glynda’s personal tutoring lessons had changed quite a bit since her tights had handed over her thoughts to her new Mistress. Who coincidentally was on her way to her office right now!
“I’m so sorry that you had to come all this way for such a silly reason Winter! But it may be all for the best. We will confront Weiss together and get this all sorted out. Oh but first! These came in the mail. They weee addresses to Weiss but I assume that was a mistake since they are a part of a new ‘atlas standard uniform.’ They just arrived today, so it must be a recent change. You can use my side room here if you’d like to try them on!”
Glynda offered the elder Schnee a sealed plactic package containing a sheer white pair of pantyhose. Winter looked at them quizzically, but she had no reason not to believe Glynda. She was often not told about changes made at atlas until their implementation.
In the privacy of the side room, Winter was able to strip out of the bottom of her uniform and admire the material of her new tights. She loved the soft yet durable texture of them, feeling as if she was being cradled by a cloud. As opposed to the usually practical tights she had on, these were heaven.
As she secured the rest of her clothing, Winter was greeted by several new visitors to the office. Cinder was naked from the waist up and was currently plowing Pyrrha from behind as they were bent over the desk. Both of their eyes were glassed over as they rutted and fucked like animals. Ruby and Velvet had their collars attached by an extremely short leash, causing them to passionately make out as they rode vibrating Toys. Even Glynda had a leash on currently being rugged towards the dripping wet pussy of Coco Adel. Coco smirked as she sat on her plush futon in her office. She threw her head back and moaned as Glynda ate her out obediently, before locking eyes and holding up a dark blue collar with silver and white accents.
“Hello there pet~~~ You may call me Mistress. Why don’t you strip out of those heavy clothes, walk over here, get on your knees, and let me teach you how to be a good little slut~~”
#not sfw#rwby#smut#cinder fall#coco adel#glynda goodwitch#rwby glynda#ruby rose#pyrrha nikos#velvet scarlatina#winter schnee
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Storms In The Night That Go Into Days Part 3
Asteriea had landed somewhere in the the south, Anora had seen the sands in the night as they had flown. The Queen was silent the entire time her lips in a hard line. Anora had tried not to stare too much. They were on a beach now waves crashed in the surf and Asteriea had said in passing about not landing a dragon in Sunspear. Valerius had told her everything she needed to know and the reasons he had kept it from her. She was still silent, and Anora felt the guilt deep in her chest.
Asteriea had opted to go to Sunspear in less words than Anora thought possible she didn’t blame the woman for needing time to her thoughts.
Anora sat in the sand, Nightfyre had taken off somewhere but Valerius was near her both watched the sun rise over the water.
“You haven’t said anything this whole time.” Valerius spoke breaking Anora from her thoughts her eyes still on the surf.
“What can I say?.. Nothing will fix what I’ve done.” She said sadly tears again dripping from her eyes.
“You didn’t do anything Anora... It was all Lucerys you were just trying to save Asra and me. Which I find incredible.” Valerius gave her soft smile.
Her stormy blue eyes didn’t leave the crashing waves. Valerius frowned, “You are not at fault here Anora.”
“I feel like I’ve betrayed Asra and the Queen, I can still taste him... I can still feel him, not like I feel him in my tender heart I still feel everything he did to me. I feel it every night... Like he erased the person I love most from me.” She rubbed her arm over her face and stood.
Valerius looked wide eyed at the Princess and felt that familiar pang in his chest. Anora took a few steps away from Valerius, “I need to be alone d-don’t follow me.” She told him with a last pleading look.
She walked down the beach until she couldn’t see Valerius anymore, the waves crashing bring her to herself again her eyes looking out into the water taking a few steps in the cold water almost burning her skin but she stayed the waded in further not caring about the dress she was in.
Asra had been pacing the room Portia had put him and Julian in, he couldn’t stop his thoughts racing in his mind. Julian groaned and Asra glared at him.
“Okay stop you’re making me go mad.” He pleaded leaning back in his chair.
“I can’t! This will decide everything I can’t help it if I can’t sit still...” Asra snapped then faded out his eyes going to the floor.
“Asra you worry too much, something has got to give and Lucerys being kicked from the throne is just the right kind of something, he’s become a madman taking someone’s lover, whats next? He takes someone’s wife? Their daughter?”
“He did take someone’s daughter...” Asra pointed out.
“You know what I mean! He is bound to take and take, the taking never stops because men like him are never satisfied.” Julian retorted waving his hands gesturing as he spoke.
“He got everything he wanted.” Asra said in a low dark tone.
“And he still took!” Julian added. “That is no way a King should be.”
“Why do you have so much faith in me being King?” Asra asked honestly.
“Because I doubt Lucerys will just let things lie when you try to take Anora back.” Julian answered just as honestly.
“You really think he will fight so hard?” Asra sounded defeated.
“When a man like him gets what he thinks is his taken they do not sit idly by.” Julian pointed out and Asra had to agree he had read plenty on his ancestors and it was a lot of people taking what they thought was theirs.
Asra was about to saying something when Portia barged into the room panting heavily, Julian getting up in concern.
“Pasha what is it?” He asked hurriedly as she got water and chugged it before slamming the cup down.
“The Queen is here!” She gasped.
Asra’s eyes went wide, “Where? Where is she?” He grabbed Portia’s arm in desperation.
“The patio with the Prince and Princesses.” She gestured for the two to follow the three running through the halls until the came upon the patio.
That was when he saw her, Asteriea her long black hair usually so kept but now was out of place her cheeks, eyes, and nose looked red like she had been crying. Asra didn’t even bother for Portia to announce him he went up to her grabbing her in a hug.
Asteriea gave a soft gasp, her hands hesitantly pulling him back, “A-asra?” She stuttered. Her eyes looking him over as he smiled softly at him her hand caressing his cheek.
“They said you were sent to the wall! How did you get here?” She asked in disbelief.
“I escaped with a little help.” Asra looked over to the fluttering golden curtains, Julian just now stepping out Portia behind him.
Julian looked more shaken then anyone had guessed but when Asra looked at Asteriea she had the same wide eyes.
“J-Julian?!” She squeaked.
“Hello, Asta.” Julian said almost shyly.
Asra looked wide eyed, then looked between them, “You know eachother?!” He squawked.
Asteriea nodded, “From a while ago.” She was cryptic but Asra just was so shocked he couldn’t even process what his feelings were.
The Prince behind them made a noise, “Excuse me, I don’t want to impose.” His lip quirked up, “But where is my daughter?”
Asteriea looked to the Prince, “Forgive me, she is with Valerius we all three escaped Kings Landing and Lucerys.”
Asra looked wide eyed then his head snapped towards the beaches he had seen from a window, “Which way?”
Asteriea looked at him, “East.” Then as if Asra was being pulled by an invisible force he let go of Asteriea and took off. Julian blinked and looked awkwardly at the others.
“I better catch him.” He said before leaving to follow after Asra.
Asra was wild he felt is heart pounding in his chest, his mind telling him to not dare dream it to be true. But it was she was here and so close for Gods know how long. He couldn’t stand it the thought of being so close and yet not together. His breathes came out in short pants he was getting tunnel vision as he raced through the streets, he didn’t even pay attention to who he was knocking into. Julian called for him but it was distant and Asra couldn’t stop not now.
He hopped down onto the beach from a walkway that had been built and Julian was having a hard time despite the man having leg for days Asra was a wild animal and he was not going go stop until he had in his hands what his heart had been pursuing for months.
Both men ran down the beach, until Asra stopped dead in his tracks. He eyes wide as he looked into the surf seeing the woman he had been trying so hard to get back to. Her hair blew in the wind as she stood in the water her back to them she hadn’t even noticed them there her white dress soaked to her thighs from being in the waves.
Julian had never seen this woman before he had only heard about the fact she was called the Moon Knight never had he actually taken into consideration that the woman was literally a ray of moonshine made whole. Her pale skin and white hair shining in the sun. Julian looked at Asra as he stared unmoving except for his hard breathes.
“Asra?” Julian asked quietly.
“S-she’s really there?” He breathed the question.
“Yes.” Julian answered simply, “Call her and see for yourself.” He smiled at Asra who took steps towards the surf.
“Anora?!” He called finally, Julian could see his hands shaking.
Anora had been crying into the ocean her sobs silenced by the crashing of waves, but then she heard something, no she heard someone and she felt her heart pick up pace but in the best way, she turned and saw him. Asra he was standing on the beach waves lapping at his feet. Anora couldn’t believe her eyes she thought maybe she had drank seawater at some point but then she answered.
“Asra?!” She croaked out and when he got the widest grin on his face, they both ran towards the other meeting in about a foot of water both embracing the other hard until Asra pulled back a bit looking into her eyes before kissing her, the two kissing like they needed air, desperate for the other to provide it.
Asra was the one to pull back both giving short pants of breath, “Gods I missed you.” Asra said putting his forehead on hers.
“How did you get here Asra?” She asked softly her hand on his face her thumb rubbing his cheek.
“You can thank Julian for that... Also its a very long story.” Asra grinned a bit of snark coming at the end.
Anora blinked then looked behind Asra, a man with red hair and an eyepatch sat on the beach. Asra turned grabbing her hand and leading her back to the beach.
“Julian, this is Anora.” Asra introduced.
Julian grinned, “Pr- Oof!” Anora hadn’t even let the man speak before she had tackled him into a hug.
“Thank you! I could never repay what you have done for me.” She had her arms wrapped around his neck and he flushed.
“I don’t need repayment Princess” he spoke hurriedly and Anora pulled back and smiled down at him causing him to flush even more his one good eye taking in how she looked at this angle.
“Call me Anora, you can at least do that.” Anora smiled happily and Julian nodded.
“Anora.” He confirmed and Anora helped him sit back up. Thats when they heard horses several of the Princesses and the Prince riding up from over a dune.
Anora looked wide eyed as most of her family came to them Nightfyre flying overhead with Asteriea on his back. The Prince didn’t even wait for his horse to come to a complete stop when he jumped off it. Anora then ran up to her father.
“Papa!” She cried practically throwing herself at him his arms and hands catching her and spinning her into a tight hug.
“My beautiful moon...” he cooed petting her hair and just holding her tightly against him.
Her sisters shortly after gathering around the two hugging and some crying Anora was surely crying as her family cooed and made sure she was alright.
Julian grinned, “Doesn’t that just warm your heart?”
“It really does...” Asra said smiling at the scene.
(Yay happiness! Also some sad but mostly happy weee @starryskylullaby this an au of her au)
#asoiaf au#asra arcana#julian devorak#apprentice anora#fan apprentice#apprentice esther#tw: mention of rape#also how cute is that shit?#her family came to get her#but also omg romance scenes I dont care if their cliche#its a good effin cliche
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my attempt at writing part 2 of magic mishap
Meanwhile at the ipliers
Darkiplier pov: I feel compelled to buy everyone gifts even mark and Jack. *Wilford walks buy* I wanna hug him. He looks like he needs a hug. *hugs wilford*"hugs for my pink insane friend". I need to go shopping everyone needs a gift."welp gotta go wilfe. Time to go shopping".
Meanwhile at target
Dark:"hmmm ima go to multiple stores so everyone gets a gift they will like". *picks up binoculars* "creepilier will love these"*puts them in the cart*
At best buy
Dark:new equipment for Jack and mark. This way there videos are higher quality. *smiles* maybe I can also buy new mics for better audio.
At pet smart
Dark: outfits for Squirrels. I'll buy as many as I can. "Picture the Squirrels dresses up!! So cute!!"
Cashier:"why do you need 40 guinea pig outfits?"*scanning and bagging the items*
Dark:"actually I'm going to put them on Squirrels. Imagine how cute they'll look!!!"
10 hours later
Dark:I've bought a present for everyone. "Wait Chica and henry"!! *goes to store and buys 30 dog toys*"ok now I've got everyone a gift." *carries in like 70 gifts*"guys I got you gifts"!!!!
Doctor iplier:"is this a joke?"(confused)
Wilford:.... "Are you sick?"
Camera Jim (CJ):"demon Jim is not ok"*pointing at dark*
Dark:"guys there just gifts,open them"*smiles*
Creepilier:"he's gone insane he's gonna kill us all"*every iplier except dark running around panicking*
Eric:"I DON'T WANNA DIE"*faints*
King:*hugging his Squirrels*"this is the end. Dark is gonna murder us all"
Sliver:*sobbing his eyes out*
Dark:"guys there just gifts"
Yan: "LIES THERE BOMBS THAT ARE GONNA KILL US ALL"!!!!
Wilford:"so what if we die we will just wake up"
Reporter Jim (RJ):*pulls out microphone*"dark is going to kill us all,the gifts will kill us!!!"
Chica:*hides under the table*
Dark:"I just wanted to get you guys gifts"(sad) *trys to pet Henry (Henry yelps)*"guys how about some hugs"
CJ:THE "WORLD IS ENDING "!!!!!
Bing:*hits dark across the head with a skateboard*"take that demon!!! I'm not going to be token apart today!!"
Dark:"ouch I busted wanted a hug and to give you guys gifts"!!! *everyone runs away leaving dark alone*"thats just mean"
(Later that night when dark is asleep at midnight)
Yan:good thing we planned a meeting to discuss what dark is up to, we may not know what but it's Definitely EVIL!!!
Iplier:"agreed don't accept anything from dark!! No gifts,no food nothing!!"
King:"the septics are visiting in a few days,maybe they can help us!!"*petting a Squirrel*
Sliver:"if we aren't dead by then!! No one let their guard down!!"
Eric:*hyperventilating*"wha wh what I if weee *shivers* se set uh uh up a trap, that does doesn doesn't kill him"
CJ:"that could work anxiety Jim. Hmmm we should get cameras to spy on him"
Creepilier:"good idea, especially in his room and shower"*smiles (Pervertidly)*
RJ:"what if it's a test? As in testing our strength and powers. See who's most valuable to dark"
Iplier:"very likely, hmmm but what will he use that ego for?"
((Three days later))
Dark:"I got you guys gifts!!"
Jackie:*destroys all the gifts*"now we are safe"!! *let's out a sigh of relief*"have you guys seen Jameson or Marvin? They have been missing for over just a week "
Jack:*looks at anti*" WHAT DID YOU DO??"*glares at anti*
Anti:"nothing sir jack of the bullshit"*laughs*"why would I waste time on weaker egos such as Marv and JJ".
Schneep:*German cursing*"you did something!!"
Dark:*hugs schneep* "time for a hug you looked upset"
Schneep:*faints*
Mark:*walks through the door*"hello Fuckwads"*waves at jack*"hey Irish slut"
Jack:"hello American asshole"*mark and Jack high five* "good ta see ya"
Bing:"chase"*hugs him*
Dark:"hugs"*hugs chase and Bing * "group hug"
Chase:"what the hell"*shoves dark away*"no hugs from you"*continues hugging bing*
Dark:"anybody wanna group hug"? (Sad)
Every ego:"NO"
Mark:"Irish slut don't you have more egos?"
Jack:"yes asshole,Marv and JJ are missing. I'm concerned!!!"
Mark:*rolls eyes*"they are probably fine. Don't worry about the fuckwads"*pats Jack on the back*
Jack:"their Practically my kids,you'd worry to!!"*pacing back and fourth*
Mark:"or I just wouldn't have kids,let's go somewhere else away from the fuckwads".*mark and Jack leave*
Dark:"awwww I wanted to hug them before they left"*frowns* "oh well I can hug you guys"
King:"HELL NO,I don't want your hugs demon stay away."
Jackie:"what's wrong with him?"
Eric:"n n no on one kn knows"*shaking*" I I I av avoi avoid hi hh him"
Jackie:"hmmm what are you up to?"*gets hugged by dark*"dont hug me"*glares at dark*"i’m going to figure out what this whole act is and put a stop to it."
Dark:"someone needs a hug so their less grumpy!!"*hugs Jackie again*"hugging and singing makes the day better!! Sing Jackie sing"*dark starts singing my little pony theme song*
Jackie:"huh ok now I'm a bit worried"(confused) "I'm not singing,especially not my little pony"*shoves dark away*" "Stop hugging me"
Dark:*handing out stuffed animals*"plushies for everyone"" *smiles*"let's sing my little pony..."
Iplier:"what is wrong with you?"*Examining dark for health problems*"im going to give him a CT scan to check for brain damage."
Schneep:"good idea,let's do that"*leading dark to the hospital wing in the ipliers house*
King:"you do that."*once again petting Squirrels*"look at this cutie"
Anti:"it's a stupid ass Squirrel that I can kill without having to try"
Meanwhile.... In an Undisclosed location
Marvin pov:I tried to speak but couldn't, I wasn't gagged or anything I didn't understand. I tried to look around to see where I was but all I saw was pitch black everywhere.I felt a liquid drip down my arm,what was this liquid? I’m starting to feel light headed.The only thing I can tell is my arms are tied behind my back. I try to teleport and fail. Now I feel dizzy. Then I hear the crunches of leaves and sticks... Someone is walking towards me. I think the figure is....
@sadcat5555 @10th-no-name-person
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° ✗ — hi babies !! it’s chelly, 21, she/her from the est back again with a new muse that is very near and dear to my heart. this is mckenna brewer and she’s kind of my rough && tough, boss ass bitch of a daughter with a bit of a traumatic past. are we surprised? no lmao but hopefully y’all love her as much as i do !! i really wanna plot, so HMU and read a lil more about her below :”)
tw: alcohol, drugs, abandonment, abuse
— && ( MCKENNA BREWER + CIS FEMALE ) SURE LOOKS A LOT LIKE ( DANIELLE CAMPBELL ) ! THEY WERE BORN ( TWENTY THREE ) YEARS AGO AND BLOW OUT THEIR CANDLES ON ( MARCH 28TH ). ( SHE ) JUST MOVED IN, AND THEY SEEM PRETTY ( PERFERVID & VENTURESOME ), BUT THEY’RE ALSO ( INHOSPITABLE & PRIVATE ) ON OCCASION. THEY LOVE TO ( PARTY & PRACTICE CARPENTRY ) WHEN THEY AREN’T WORKING AS A ( HANDYWOMAN ) AT MALNATI’S PIZZERIA & GELATO SHOP. YOU CAN FIND THEM IN APARTMENT ( 301 ).
meet my twenty three year old chicago native: mckenna brewer. call her whatever you want to be honest she doesn’t give a fuck. in fact, she doesn’t give a fuck about most things *shrug emoji*
the only thing she knows about her birth parents is that they were both drug addicts who put her up for adoption once she was born. mckenna had spend weeks in the hospital after her birth due to NAS. it was shortly after that she had been taken in by a group home where she spent so much of her life
living in group homes and being in the foster care system was all mckenna knew, and at first she loved it. being around so many other kids, whom she quickly befriended much of the time, and the chaos of it all was exciting and something that she thrived off of. she’s always been a bit of a trouble maker, and it felt like she had this great big family forever - no matter how dysfunctional
it wasn’t until she got older and started attending school, coupled with more and more of her friends started getting adopted, that mckenna realized that her little bubble wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. everything felt a lot more temporary. she had the time and capability to think for herself and ask all of the questions that kept her up at night. she often wondered why she wasn’t good enough for her birth parents, and why she wasn’t good enough for anyone else to want
she was always a troublemaker, and that reputation carried wherever she went and mostly became a reality - chicago was her playground. she broke all the rules, some laws, and did whatever the hell she wanted.
even when there were families that were interested in adopting her, they were often turned away at the thought of her being such a troubled youth or in the end, they just weren’t in the right position to adopt which crushed mckenna that much more after getting her hopes up
it was after the second time she really, truly thought some couple was going to make her apart of their family that she gave up that hope. it was her mission in life that as soon as she turned sixteen, she was getting out of the system and living on her own. so she did
she’s been living on her own for the past seven years and although it’s been lonely, mckenna’s gotten used to it. adjusting to an empty apartment versus a bustling home was something that took a lot longer than she had expected, so she needed to come up with something that kept her body busy and mind off of everything
so she took up carpentry
wood shop was one of those “dumbass, waste of my time” classes ( as mckenna would call them ) that she ended up falling in love with. she could create anything she could think of, and that sort of endless creative freedom was something she’d been missing in her life
so once she graduated high school, because she swore to god that she would at least graduate, she saved up enough money to buy a table saw and every carving knife that was recommended to her at the store. she mostly makes furniture with the intent on selling the pieces, because it’s a way to make some extra cash, but her favorite things to create are chess board pieces or animal figurines. “the devil’s in the details” and that’s what she loves about it - anytime she can shut off her mind, blast her tunes, and focus is her version of therapy
another form of mckenna’s personal brand of therapy: weed and tito’s. considering she has coeliac disease, she does some research here and there about any breakthroughs in the condition and once read that marijuana could help with some of the symptoms. so naturally, her excuse to smoke is that it’s good for her body and she doesn’t need an excuse to kick back some tito’s and lime.
she’s dabbled in other drugs, almost anything she’s ever been offered, but none of them have ultimately become a vice of hers. this may be because she’s afraid that she’ll end up like her parents some day which regardless of not knowing them, she doesn’t want to be the kind of person to leave their child behind.
she’s obviously a gluten free eater, but also a vegetarian which can be a little difficult when working in a restaurant, but she makes it work
eating clean and working out are huge parts of her life and she’s become a bit of a health geek outside of smoking and drinking whenever she feels the desire to
mckenna’s a lil minx i swear to god, coquettish even. like she’s a hella flirt, pansexual and very open about it. like if she thinks someone’s hot or she’s interested, she’ll let them know. flings and friends with benefits are her go-tos since real relationships tend to terrify her
she has had a few ‘real’ relationships but still she tried to avoid those, especially considering that she has been abused in past relationships, specifically when she was younger, and that’s never a power she wants anyone to be allowed to hold over her ever again. it’s still taking her some time to understand that she doesn’t deserve to be hit or threatened
another part of it is because of her fear of abandonment that she’s garnered from both her birth parents and the foster care system. she’s struggled a lot with her sense of identity, confidence, and self worth & truly i love her so much but she doesn’t understand how worthy and Great she is, my baby :”)
she’s a badass bitch, like tough as nails and doesn’t let people or thing phase her easily. she’s emotionally and physically strong like she could kick my ass and do it while wearing red lipstick so she’s a queen
of course, she does have a very vulnerable side that she’s terrified to bear even with her own self, let alone with others, but she could definitely benefit from letting OUT all of the pent up emotion, rage, and trauma that she harbors
basically she reminds me a hella lot of hailey marshall from the originals and say what you want about that show - that’s one hell of a Woman
also she fucking loves to party and dance, like having a Good Time is essentially her middle name
she’s a really, really loyal friend and would go to the ends of the earth for someone who she cares about tbh
OKAY I KNOW THAT WAS A LOT AND TBH I HAVE SO MANY MORE FEELINGS TO SHARE FOR THIS GIRL BUT LIKE I DIDN’T WANNA MAKE THIS INTRO POST ANY LONGER THAN IT ALREADY WAS. EXPECT A BIO FOR MCKENNA SOON LMAO
anywaAYS i rlly wanna plot with her :”) give me childhood friends, friends with benefits, enemies, somebody who often buys her furniture, a bong bud, midnight hookups onLY, a confidant !!! like here is her connections page so :”) HIT ME THE HECK UP OR LIKE THIS AND I’LL MESSAGE YOU WEEE
#312hqooc#!!!! weeeee here is my baby mckenna#LIKE THIS and i'll mssg you to plot or smth :")#° ✗ — out of coconut ( oil )
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I am new to this bullet journal thing. And I am not as fancy or artistic as the ones on here. Do you have any ideas? Please, and thank you. (I LOVE YOUR BLOG ❤❤)
Hello!! Thank you so much for your lovely message! It totally made my day ✨ Well to start off, as much as I would love to create a full-on detailed post about all that bujo-ing entails, there are already a lot which other people have made (and I’ll include some later). So rather than repeating what others have done, I’ll just give you some general facts, tips, and ideas!! Hope this helps 💕
General Bullet Journaling Guidelines:
A bullet journal is YOUR personal planner/journal/anything you want it to be! Don’t compare your journal to others’ because they have their own system that they’re comfortable with, and you have your own system.
You don’t have to be artsy or fancy! You can totally achieve an aesthetically pleasing spread using minimalist themes and details. (click for my favorite minimal bujo spreads)
Essentially, all you need for a bujo is a notebook (blank, dotted, ruled) and a pen (ANY PEN!). You don’t need fancy stationery to have a beautiful bujo, although it would be nice to stock up on (cheap) coloring materials if you’d like colors!
General Bullet Journaling Tips:
Preferably get a pen that doesn’t bleed through the pages.
Stick to a color palette or theme for the month/week.
Experiment with your spreads! See what works for you and what doesn’t. Learn to make mistakes as you develop the perfect style for you! If you make a mistake, just cover it up with paper, stickers, or washi tape.
You don’t have to finish a spread in a day! Add little details as the week goes! See how your bujo transforms from Day 1 to Day 7.
Try to make your spreads a day or two before the actual week starts so that you’re ahead of the game!
Ideas!!
If you want to have an artsy bujo (w/ minimal effort), consider printing pictures/quotes from the internet and sticking it in your journal! (some examples here)
Spruce up simple (nothing wrong with simple though!) with pretty lettering. It may seem hard at first, but if you keep practicing, you’ll get the hand of writing in a calligraphic style! (some examples)
Use your bujo as a tool to practice doodling! Some things to doodle: plants, planets, stars, stationery, your crush, animals, anything!
Include your favorite quotes! or quotes to inspire you for the week (example)
You can include habit trackers to keep…track of your habits…awkward. Okay! Some habits: sleep, water, exercise, study, reading, watching, .
Cut the monotony by sticking paper into your journal! (example)
Washi tape is everything. Place it anywhere and your bujo will automatically be 50x more attractive!! (of course this is only a personal opinion)
get inspiration from nature, school, internet, pinterest, other people’s bujo. remember though, don’t feel bad when you see people’s artsy and intricate designs! Take it slow :D
Masterposts:
Bullet Journaling (there are loads more, but some are included within the links)
a guide to bullet journals (10/10 would recommend reading this before anything else)a starting guide to bullet journalinghow to make a bullet journalweekly spreads tutorial
Spread Ideas
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again, there are loads more, but you can find most of them in the links above ^^
Weee! And we have finally reached the end! Remember that this is YOUR journal, so if you don’t feel comfortable with any of the tips, then just ignore them! You do you! Lastly, here is a spread that totally encompassed everything I said here. If you have more questions feel free to message me again! 💕
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Top 10 Sites for Designers: September 2017 Edition
Call for entries: The International Design Awards closes Monday night! Don’t miss it.
Welcome to the latest edition of the Top 10 Websites for Designers. Every month, the HOW editorial staff curates a list of inspiring websites (and sometimes apps) of particular interest to both designers and creatives. This month’s list includes two font paring tools, an interactive sustainability report, a game of judging covers, Lance Wyman’s portfolio site, a product graveyard and more.
Top 10 Websites for Designers: September 2017
1. Archetype
https://archetypeapp.com/
Always on the hunt for the latest and greatest font-pairing tool? Meet Archetype, which will help you to very quickly and easily create consistent typography styling and spacing live, in the browser. Because all the styles are underpinned by established typographic best practices, there’s less guesswork and more harmonious designs.
2. Ecodom Sustainability Report
http://www.ecodom.report/en/
Ecodom is the Italian leader in WEEE (waste electrical and electronic equipment) management, providing corporate waste management solutions for Italian companies. Every year, they provide complete, transparent reporting in their Sustainability Report. This year’s report educates viewers via an interactive adventure featuring beautiful sounds, animations and watercolor illustrations.
3. Judgey
http://playjudgey.com/
Have you seen this web game that invites you to judge a book by its cover—but then turns the tables and judges you by comparing your review to the book’s Goodreads rating? This just-for-fun but challenging site isn’t super new, but the creators periodically add more books.
4. Hendrick’s Gin
https://us.hendricksgin.com/
This curious site for Hendrick’s Gin provides an entertaining way to find and sort drinks, covers the milestone’s of the company’s “peculiar past” with a unique little timeline and details their production process—all with beautifully detailed illustrations and enough fun to make you want to stay awhile.
5. The Website of Lance Wyman
http://www.lancewyman.com/
If you haven’t checked out the portfolio site of Lance Wyman—the American graphic designer known for such work as the logo of the 1968 Summer Olympic Games—it’s worth a look for its unique presentation of this best work.
Related: Logo Design Inspiration: Best Kept Secrets from the Pros
6. Product Graveyard
http://productgraveyard.com/
Given that you’re already gearing up for Halloween (only 54 days left to finish that DIY costume, folks!), it’s the perfect time to visit the Product Graveyard, a collection of deceased products where you can both honor the dead and search for the best alternatives to fill their shoes.
Related: DIY Halloween Costumes Designers Will Love
7. Intrusive Thoughts
https://www.intrusivethoughts.org/
Art director Anastasia Kuznetsova redesigned this website for people living with Pure Obsessive Compulsive Disorder so that the homepage itself evokes the complex feelings and struggles of living with OCD. The website, led by Aaron Harvey, an OCD survivor and marketing executive, provides information and tools to help people cope with the mental illness.
8. The Online Porfolio of Risa Rodil
http://risarodil.com/
We’re in love with this website for Risa Rodil—a designer, illustrator and letterer who says she channels her whimsical side into delightful illustrations. (Actually, we featured some of her Harry Potter–inspired illustration work on the site recently.)
9. Font Generator
http://brandmark.io/font-generator/
Font Generator from Brandmark uses advanced artificial intelligence to help you find the best Google font pairings.
10. Unpigeon
https://unpigeon.me/
This fun visual quiz by art director John Reno invites you to rate how you feel about 10 different words—and then it reveals what it thinks your new ambition could be.
It’s time to enter the International Design Awards. Here’s how:
Pick your piece.
Choose a category.
Beat the deadline—Monday, Sept. 11 at 11:59pm EDT!
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